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Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength.

Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength. Yet in spite of all that, Drake found himself in a situation very much out of his control. He had been so careful all his life, hedging his bets and only gambling when the outcome was certain to benefit him. Yet now, at long last, his streak of successes was at an end. He had grown overconfident over the years, now it was time to pay his dues.

Over a month before Drake had been browsing through the ads on an adult website, looking for his latest plaything. He had thought that he had found her, a fetching young thing with the right looks and the right attitude. She was the most beautiful in her the pictures attached to her profile, bound with either leather restraints or soft nylon ropes, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not. She looked subdued in all of them and clearly excited, yet he was certain he saw a hint of defiance in her eyes still.

Drake had been certain that he would be the one to drive that defiance out. He would be the one to make her his plaything, his slave. She would beg him for more but only when he had given her leave to speak. He was rigid with anticipation as he crafted his first email to her.

Now, several weeks later after they had actually met for the first time he found himself tied to a chair in her finished basement, still trying to put on a show of being in control but inwardly growing more and more terrified.

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Shannon had placed her profile carefully, always looking for the right man. Every time one tumbled into her web she went out of her way to lure them in deeper, until she could spring her trap on them and reduce the pompous sons of bitches to groveling and begging for mercy. They never came back around, and they never ratted her out either. She knew her job and she did it well.

Drake was her latest victim, a man who was so very full of himself that she knew from the first words of his initial email that she was going to enjoy emasculating him. They got to know each other via first email exchange and then the phone, her surprised at his well hidden caution. He was going to be a challenge to her, but that would only make the victory that much sweeter.

Drake was a consultant by day, a predator and a Dom by night. She saw through his words to another person beneath the gruff façade, knowing that he had many weaknesses. He was too full of himself, too confident. It took over a month to make her plan, but once she had it she was certain it was foolproof. It was time for them to meet.

They had met at a dimly let restaurant, seating by reservation only. The prices were high but she knew he could afford them. She played demure and submissive all through dinner, noticing that she acted the role well enough to make him consider taking her then and there. Instead he remained in tense control of himself.

After dinner they returned to her house, by way of a long drive. Per his orders she had worn a filmy sundress with nothing on underneath of it, not even stockings and a garter belt. She did have on some matching black stiletto heels, again per his request. In his car on the way to her place she put on the charm, doing everything she could to convince him that she was totally taken with him and would obey him fully.

“Please, Sir,” she asked him at one point, raising her eyes to his briefly and then letting them fall. “Tell me to do something.”

“What would you like me to tell you to do?” Drake had asked her, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was convinced that he had won her over completely. It would be a surprising first for him, to control a sub so quickly, but he had felt the electricity the moment he saw her. It was a connection that had stolen his breath from him. He just knew that she had felt it too, otherwise why would she have been behaving as she was?

“Anything you want, Sir,” Shannon purred. “Anything…”

“Take off your dress,” he ordered, wondering just how far he could go with her before they reached a private place.

In a flash it was off. She lifted her hips and pulled it up past them, then slid it over her shoulders and tossed it into the back seat. She let him see her body, his eyes darting over it and drinking in her nudity in the reflection of the dashboard and overhead lights like a fine wine. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and not for the first time that night. It was as genuine this time as it had been every time he had said or thought it before.

“Thank you, Sir,” she demurely replied.

“Sir, do you want me to do anything else?” She asked him with a nervous pitch to her voice.

Drake smiled as he looked at her again, seeing her creamy skin as it dipped into the cleft between her legs, unobstructed by any unsightly hair, and likewise impressed with the gentle swell and rising firmness of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as rocks as well, another sign of her excitement at her submission to him.

“Play with yourself for me. I want to see how wet you are,” Drake told her, finding it harder to pay attention to the street signs as her fingers dipped into her folds at his insistence.

She pulled them out a moment later, holding them up for him to see. He grabbed her wrist, not harshly but firmly, and pulled her fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean and smiled at her. “I had a feeling you would taste good,” he told her. “Taste yourself and see what I mean.”

Her finger slid back into her slit, feeling the juices that made her thighs squish against her each when she clenched them. She was turned on and extremely wet, that she admitted readily, but what Drake did not know, could not possible know, was the reason why she was so turned on. It was not to be doing his bidding, it was because she was going to change him in a way that would seem biblical.

Drake grinned openly when Shannon’s fingers slipped between her lips and over her teeth. Her tongue licked her own juices clean from her fingers, moaning softly as she did so. He was almost in pain he was so hard. His dick was trapped in his pants when it needed to be free to bury into something hot, wet, and soft.

“Now taste me, do I taste as good?” He told her.

Shannon removed her fingers from her mouth and bent over the console of his car, expertly unhooking his belt and trousers so she could pull his throbbing member free. Without a wasted moment she descended on him, sucking him nearly to the root. Drake gasped at the sudden explosion of heat and wetness. His hips bucked upwards involuntarily. Without realizing it his hand had fallen to her head, holding her softly and keeping her head in place while she used her tongue and lips and massage his cock.

In far too short of a time he pulled up in front of her house. He sat in the driveway, letting her continue fellate him, and looked around. It was a decent neighborhood, houses not too close, but still near enough to be a suburban area. It was almost late now, for a Friday evening. 10:45. He smirked and pulled her head off of his now glistening manhood. “You’re incredible, Shannon, but let’s go inside and do things properly.”

Shannon sat up and reached for her dress to put it back on. Drake chuckled and shook his head. “No, my dear, leave that off. Walk in front of me and let that sexy ass of yours do its thing for me.”

Shannon blushed but made no comment, instead wadding her sundress up and stuffing it into her purse. She opened the door and stepped out, glancing quickly around the neighborhood with eyes that were filled with excitement and challenge. She subdued her look before Drake got out of the driver’s seat and looked at her again. Then she was past him, walking in front of him to the front door of her house. He glanced around as well to make sure no one was watching, then followed right behind her.

He was impressed with the décor of the house. Not manly, but not overly feminine either. It was rather neutral, but it had a strong earthy theme to it without an excessive amount of knick-knacks and other decorations scattered about. But far more important than the looks of the house was the looks of the woman before him. Drake let the door shut behind him and then looked at the beautiful woman standing before him with her eyes looking down at either his feet or his crotch, he could not tell.

“Strip me,” he ordered, always taking particular pleasure in making women do this for him.

Shannon reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. Reaching his waist she moved to his belt and pants again, which he had done up for the trip from the car to the house. In seconds gravity claimed them and they fell to pool at his feet. His shirt shrugged off his broad shoulders next, revealing to her that he kept himself in very good shape. Drake kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, watching his turgid member bounce in front of him as he did so. He grinned triumphantly and looked at Shannon, who seemed slightly troubled.

“What is that matter?” Drake asked, always convinced that the best way to control a sub was to let them think they had a say in it.

“Sir, the basement would be better for this. It’s set up for this sort of thing,” Shannon said. Drake raised an eyebrow appreciatively and then nodded.

“Lead the way.”

The basement was much as she had promised. She had outfitted it to function as a den, including having a computer set up in it. Additionally there was a section with a small raised hardwood stage on it, which included having a brass pole running from floor to ceiling. Drake’s mouth opened in delighted surprise when he saw it.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Drake asked, walking towards the stage as though drawn by a magnet.

“Very naughty, Sir,” Shannon said, following him now and fighting to keep the predatory smile from her lips.

“Naughty girls deserve to be punished. A spanking, at the least I think, don’t you?” he said, staring at the armless chair that was sitting in the middle of the raised stage with its back to the pole.

“Ooh, Sir, yes, yes I do. Without proper instruction there’s no telling how naughty I might get,” she said, risking a quick glance up to see him walking closer to the chair.

Drake sat down in it and patted his thighs. “Well then come here, young lady, and bend over my legs so we can begin your lessons.”

Shannon walked over to him, behaving anxious and nervous. Drake found it quite appealing. She paused as she got close to him and then circled around behind him. She bent over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “I’m scared, Sir. I’m afraid you might hurt me.”

Drake frowned. This was the defiance he had seen in her. He demanded total trust and subservience. This just would not do. He reached back around his side and grabbed her left leg firmly.

“Shannon, I did not-” He stopped in surprise, feeling her suddenly grabbing his forearm with an iron grip. He felt something cold and metallic too, and his first reaction was not one of concern but one of outrage. He reached back with his other hand to force her grip to break, but instead he felt that same metal band encircle his other wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing, Shannon?” He demanded. “This is not acceptable. Release me this instant and I might only punish you.”

Shannon walked around to the front of the chair and smiled mockingly at him, all meekness gone from her gaze. “I don’t think so, Drake,” she said, twisting his name as she spat it out. “You’re my toy now.”

“Bullshit!” He said, straining at the handcuffs that held him bound. They had been treated with something to soften their metal edges, but the harder he pulled the more then chafed his wrists and built into his flesh. “You let me out of here, god damnit!”

“In due time, lover, first you’re going to do what I want,” she said, turning away and pulling over a loveseat to the front edge of the stage.

Drake glowered at her, working all the while at trying to get his hands free. Realizing it was futile, he tried lifting the brass pole out of its moorings in the floor. That was similarly wasted time. When he focused again on what was happening he saw Shannon had spread her legs on the couch before him and was playing with herself again.

He stopped, surprised, and watched her in spite of his intense desire to free himself. One hand was drawing gentle designs on her clit, spreading her wetness around it, while her other hand was pinching and tugging at her nipple. She kept her eyes on Drake, watching his reaction and drawing some of her growing arousal from it. Drake noticed the heady aroma that was coming from her and, like any red-blooded-American would due, he began to remember how turned on he was. His dick began to thicken and raise in spite of his protests against it.

Shannon grinned and dipped her fingers deep inside herself, pulling them out and spreading her juices on her untouched nipple. She then bent her head and, with flexibility that impressed him, managed to stick her impossibly long tongue out to lick the same nipple, tasting herself on it. The breath hissed through Drake’s teeth as he watched her, momentarily forgetting his imprisoned status.

Shannon looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “You didn’t taste nearly as good as I do,” she said with a wink. Her insolence raised Drake from his stupor and caused him to start trying to work his way free again.

Shannon pulled her fingers out and held them out towards him, teasing him. Then to taunt him further she sucked them between her lips and cleaned them off, making sure he saw how much she enjoyed it as she did so. With her glistening fingers she reached down between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a plastic bag. She reached into it and removed a flesh colored and realistically sized and shaped vibrator. She ran her tongue up and down it and slipped it between her lips, acting very much like she had done earlier when she had been blowing drake. His struggles ceased as he watched her, his cock pointing upwards approvingly.

She tilted her head back and, with a wink set his way, she swallowed and sucked the vibrator down into her throat. He fingers held the base of it just outside of her lips, then he watched as her tongue made its way past her lips and licked suggestively at where the testicles would be if the battery operated toy had any.

Drake’s mouth was open without him realizing it, so stunned and turned on did the sight of her deep throating the realistic looking toy leave him. She pulled it out of her throat, slurping it hungrily as it escaped her lips, and brought it down to her pussy lips. She slid it inside of her slowly, teasing both herself and him, then she turned it on and gasped as the tingling sensations shot through her.

She rode the vibrator hard, forgetting for a moment that Drake was there. Her fingers clenched and twisted her nipple, torturing it in wonderful ways that made her stomach and legs clench and spasm. She focused on Drake, seeing him struggling again, but this time not to escape so much as to join her or take his own throbbing erection into his hands. Seeing him there calmed her done enough to regain control. He still had a lot of humbling to endure.

“Do you want to taste me?” Shannon asked him, leaving the vibrator humming deep within her while her other hand rubbed sensuously up and down her slit.

Without realizing he was doing it, Drake nodded. Shannon pulled the toy from her clutching lips after turning it off and slowly ran her tongue up the length of it, tasting it and enjoying both the erotic act as well as what it was doing to Drake. His cock looked harder than perhaps it had ever been; the head was an angry purple, speaking of blood trying to burst out of it.

Shannon stood up and walked the five feet that separated them. She bowed her legs and straddled his thighs, then sat down on him. She slid forward, trapping his cock between them and making it slap against his belly. He grunted at the sensation, not bothering to look down to see the clear liquid running down it. Shannon held the vibrator up to him and watched his eyes as his desire warred with his pride.

She rotated her hips, pulling legs up and wrapping them around and behind him. She pressed against him, her dripping pussy rubbing against the base of his shaft. Drake grunted again, then gave in to his hormones and began to lick the vibrator. She let him lick up one side and down another, then repositioned it so that it faced him directly. By the time Drake realized what was happening, he was giving the vibrator a blow job. His eyes widened and he stopped moving his head. Shannon grinned wickedly and winked at him, then pulled it out.

“What the-” he began, but was stopped by Shannon’s fingers pressing against his lips.

“Shh, no talking until I tell you that you can, you’ll ruin the mood,” she said, smirking.

When she pulled her hands away Drake’s lips remained closed. Shannon was surprised, she figured he had more fight in him than he was displaying. Then again it was entirely possible that he was biding his time. That made sense, he might be one of the more dangerous types. The same type that had made her what she was now. That thought sobered her up some.

“How would you like a little dance, Drake?” She asked, standing up in front of him. He showed no response, confirming her suspicions about him.

Shannon walked over to a nearby stereo and turned it on, a pre-selected tape or CD playing a song with a throbbing beat that screamed sex. It was right up her alley. She returned to the stage and let her body sway and move to the beat, running her fingers up her chest down her sides, and along her thighs. There was no suggestiveness about her movements, there was raw eroticism.

Drake found himself sweating and distracted. He kept trying to focus on his anger and to tell himself that once he made it through this she would pay, but she kept upping the ante and making it that much harder to pay attention to how the roles had been reversed. Now that she was dancing in front of him, and then beside him, and then on him, he could do nothing but stare at her and hope that she would release him soon so he could have his way with her.

Shannon writhed on his lap, grinding against his very erect cock, but never giving enough stimulation to do more than tease him. Then she would slide around behind him, her hands rubbing suggestively over his shoulders or stopping to lightly rake her fingernails across is chest or stomach. She even pinched and bit at his nipples, all movements designed to keep him off balance and guessing. At some point he actually began trembling in the chair, a reaction to the extreme stress she was putting him under. The thought of it nearly made her orgasm when she slid up his thigh, grinding her sex against his muscular leg.

She stood up on his thighs then, with her knees bent and holding onto the bar just above his head with her hand. Her other hand dipped down to rub through her swamped pussy, teasing herself for just a moment before bringing her fingers up between them. Drake opened his mouth and she rubbed the tip of her finger against his lip for a fraction of a second, then pulled them back to her own mouth and sucked them clean.

“You’ve got to be faster than that,” she admonished him.

She stood up on his thighs then and turned around, facing away from him. Using incredible balance she swayed back and forth with the second song. She bent her knees and squatted on him again, holding her balance with her right arm against his knee. She reached behind her and gently traced a line up his dick with her fingertip.

“Where were you going to put this, in here?” She asked him, moving his dick and rubbing it against the entrance to her pussy.

“Or did you want to stick it in here?” This time she moved it back and brushed it over her asshole. She heard his breath catch as she did that, confirming for her what she had suspected.

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The M.O. for lunch typically consisted of me heading out to lunch with either my boss, some engineers of questionable character, a large group of people from a varied selection of departments, or my personal favorite : a cute and spunky brunette that worked in human resources. Her name was Lynn and she was the HR facilitator for our plant. When the two of us had a chance we could get each other driven to the point of distraction with our flirtation. Flirtation that never went anywhere, of course. The sexual harassment laws were quite explicit and while we enjoyed teasing each other within the limits of the law and our co-workers tolerance, neither of us was willing to risk our jobs.

Today happened to be one of those me and her lunch days. I had walked up to her shortly after eight and bid her a typical good morning, making sure I sent a wink her way as well.

“How’s Monday treating you so far, Brad?” She asked me in response, smiling welcomingly.

“Not to shabby, but I’m anticipating being awfully hungry today, where are we going for lunch?”

And just like that we had a lunch date. A platonic co-worker style lunch date, I should add. Oh sure, I would have donated a few body parts for a chance to have her, but not at the expense of our jobs. She had as much as admitted the same to me in the past. Both knowing where the other stood made our relationship much more relaxed. We felt free to push each other up to the line and sometimes over it, not concerned about each other but instead about what others might see or hear.

By the time lunch actually got there I was feeling pretty hungry. Thing was I was more hungry for her then I was for food. To much flirting that morning had my mind wandering into places that should have sent off flashing red lights and alarm bells in my head. Instead it did the opposite, making me want to be a little bit riskier then normal.

She drove, as she always did. She had this thing about control. I could tell she walked a tightrope, wanting to lose control and have an excuse to just let go but being terrified of doing so. It was a matter of trust, something I could appreciate. She was a very interesting and fascinating woman, physically, intellectually, emotionally, and psychologically.

With her hands on the wheel I decided, perhaps foolishly, to see just how much she would let me get away with. I cleared my throat softly and spoke up, “You know I was wondering…”

After I trailed off she turned to look at me, catching me with a promising glint in her clear brown eyes. “Wondering what?” She prompted, looking back ahead to make sure we stayed on the country road.

I slid my hand over quickly and laid it on her thigh, rubbing my fingers softly up and down her leg and feeling the thin material of her dress slacks. “Wondering what you think of me doing this.”

She looked at me, surprised but smiling happily. After a moment she said, “I think it feels nice.”

I smirked. It was all the go-ahead I needed. I rubbed in increasing patterns, running my fingers along the top of her thigh, the side of her leg, along the seat and almost under her leg, and after a little bit of prolonged rubbing I even started sliding my fingers up and down the inside of her leg. Her lips parted slightly as she drove and her eyelids drooped with each passing moment.

We were halfway to the next town where our lunch destination waited for us. I watched her carefully, noting how lost in the sensations she was. I grinned again happily, fighting the urge to reach down and adjust myself and interrupt the spell I was weaving around her.

“Mmm, Brad,” she whispered or moaned or said in some way that it sent a few quarts of blood straight into my dick.

“Mmm what?” I asked her, clutching my thigh tightly with my other hand to keep myself focused and not just lunge across the front of her Explorer and take her in my arms. “What does this make you want to do?”

“It makes me want to pull into those trees over there, rip off your pants then hop on top of you and ride you,” she said, looking at me and glancing down at the bulge in my pants.

“So what’s stopping you?” I asked her, my logic starting to get lost in the foggy haze of hormones.

Lynn opened her mouth to respond and I let my fingers dance across that sweet junction between her thighs. She exhaled sharply when I did so, caught off guard by my intrepid maneuver. Stretching my arm I rubbed the inside of her left thigh for a moment then dragged my fingers back across to her right leg, pushing a little more insistently and slowly.

Her hand landed on top of mine, moving with it and lacing her fingers in mine. “I don’t know if I’m going to stop you or help you,” she said, her voice soft and throaty. I grinned, encouraged by her behavior.

“Why don’t you pull over in one of these trails and we can talk about it?” I recommended, drawing a naughty smile from her.

A pull off approached and soon was behind us. I fought the urge to frown and instead tried again. “Carpe Diem. You only live once, ya know. Don’t you need to know, just this once, what I’d be like?”

Her eyes fluttered close for a minute, alarming me since she was driving. She opened them again quickly though and flashed me a smile that was different, a little more certain and sure. I smiled back, inwardly upset that I had played my cards wrong, she appeared to have gotten her willpower back.

Imagine my surprise when I felt her breaking and saw a nice pathway into some trees coming up on our left!

She pulled in and turned to face me, a nervous smile on her face. I was equally nervous. All of a sudden her she was, the woman I had openly fantasized about for months, and secretly for nearly a year beyond that. I leaned towards her and she to me, both of us too full of pride to back down from what we were doing. Our lips touched and parted, somehow being in sync. It was a kiss that made me forget to breathe. Only after we broke it and I looked at her, a strange mixture of lust and awe in my expression did I realize that she was in the same condition.

Without words we leaned in again, kissing passionately. Somehow our hands found our seat belts and released them, then they were on each other, caressing, pushing, pulling, fondling, and doing whatever it was that our drunk-on-hormones subconscious minds told them to do. How I am not sure, but Lynn managed to crawl over the console and was in my lap before long. I had to recline my seat to keep her head from hitting the ceiling of her SUV.

It was then that clothing started to truly become a hindrance. She was rubbing her hands up and down the bulge in my pants and I was doing my best to feel her ass through her pants. I finally got fed up with it and slid my hands around to the front of her pans, unhooking them and sliding the zipper down. She gasped for breath ineffectively, quickening my pulse as I felt her attempts with my lips on hers.

I slid my hands in and found myself confused for a long moment as my fingers ran down her smooth lacy panties. I groaned into her mouth, quickening her pulse. She often teased me by telling me that some days she did not wear any panties. This was not one of those days, apparently.

She followed my lead now, yanking my belt open and releasing the clasp so she could unbutton and unzip my pants. She pulled at them, struggling to lift herself up and yank my pants down. I helped as best I could in the tight quarters, lifting myself up off the seat. It might not have been the most graceful maneuver either of us had ever performed but before long my pants where around me knees and we were struggling with hers. Hers took longer then mind did, but such was our dedication to the cause that nothing was impossible for us. Houdini would have been proud, I think.

She had told me in the past on certain days when our flirting needed to stop or she would have a wet spot. I always smirked and accepted her discretion. I realized as soon as she ground her soaking wet pussy against my turgid cock that she had not been kidding. She was wet like no other woman I had ever known. So hot, moist, and wet. Yet above all that the wonderful aroma coming from her sex made me shudder in anticipation.

I grabbed her hips and slid her up and down the length of my shaft, making her moan as her clit ground against me. I fought to keep my wits about me even though it was far to late for that.

I could wait no longer and, judging by how fiercely she was kissing me and pushing her steamy slit against me, neither could she. I slid her forward until I felt the head of my dick pressing against her entrance. I growled deep in my throat and pulled her down on me, sliding myself into her. Given how wet she was I was amazed that I did not slide into her completely on the first try. Then again I never had met a woman I could do that with, but I figured she would continue to ruin me for other women as she had been slowly doing for months. She collapsed against me, her mouth sliding off mine as I entered her so that she ended up next to my ear.

With my hands guiding her hips she lifted them up and we tried again, this time succeeding in letting me seat myself fully inside of her liquid heat. She moaned in my ear, sending chills down my body and making my cock jump inside of her. I pushed up at her, not believing how hot and tight she felt around me, especially given the lubrication she had going on.

I slid my hands up her sides, putting them under her shirt and lifting her shirt and her bra off her breasts. I used my arms to lift her off of me and I beheld, for the first time, her chest. I grinned like a little boy given a piece of candy. She looked down at me through lust-hooded eyes and smiled. My hands cupped her breasts, fondling them and rolling her nipples in my fingers. We kissed again, her taking full control of her hips and raising them and letting them slide back down on me. We went faster and faster, slapping our loins against each other. Soon our breath was becoming too ragged; we could not continue to kiss. She sat up as much as she could, increasing the angle of my penetration of her. On a good thrust I could feel the head of my cock bumping against her cervix, something that we both struggled to repeat as often as possible.

She shuddered on top of me as I pinched her nipples, simultaneously letting out a gasping moan. Her movements became spastic and somehow her nipples got even harder between my fingers. I grinned and drove myself up into her as far as I could, all thoughts of holding myself back now gone. She gasped for breath and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and moving far more languidly, yet still milking my manhood.

My hands made their way down to her hips and then her ass, which I cupped in my hands and fondled so firmly it was almost rough. It brought some life back into her, causing her to sit up just enough to look at my face and smile that crooked naughty smile she had. I growled and pulled her hips down on me, making both of us gasp at the sensation.

She needed no more encouraging then that. She set up some strange circular motion with her hips, rocking them back and forth as she rose and fell on me. I groaned and thrust up in her, still clutching her creamy buttocks with my hands and kneading them with my fingers. It was over quickly for me, Lynn somehow knew exactly how to move to draw the most excitement and pleasure from me, using the muscles in her pussy to squeeze and milk my cock as she rose and fell on it.

She was gasping in pleasure again as I felt the pressure build within me. I groaned and let my eyes roll back in my head as the fireworks started. She slammed against me hard and fast, not stopping until my hands held her hips tightly against me. My cock twitched and spasmed inside of her, swelling briefly then exploding and filling her. She whispered a few unintelligible words, lost in the passion. She rubbed against my pubic bone, grinding her clit against me and feeling herself overcome by another orgasm as my dick continued to empty inside of her.

We both shivered as we wound down from the powerful orgasms, her laying against me and my arms around her back holding her tightly. After several long moments of catching our breath she leaned back a little and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Wow,” she said to me. I chuckled and nodded my enthusiastic agreement.

“You’re blessed,” she said next, squeezing me with her muscles. I jumped at the sensation, which caused her to jump in turn. We both grinned.

“Now that I’ve had you, yes, I am,” I replied with a wink. She laughed and then growled as she rubbed herself against me.

“Why do we have to go back? I want to do you all afternoon!”

I smiled. It was one hell of a good idea, but reality had to enter the picture at some point. I glanced at the clock on her radio and my eyes widened. “Damn, we’ve been gone 45 minutes already. So much for lunch!”

She purred and gave me a kiss, “Yeah, so much for it. That was just an appetizer, I still want the main course!”

I loved the way she thought! I shook my head, trying to clear it. “Main course is going to have to wait, hot stuff.”

“I know, but you can’t blame a girl for wanting.”

I grinned. No, I certainly could not blame her!

In an amazingly dexterous move Lynn somehow managed to roll off of me, pulling herself off of me and ending up back in her seat. She quickly pulled her panties back on and winked at me.

“Sorry, I had to hurry,” she explained. “I want to be able to feel you the rest of the day.”

My eyes widened as I realized what she meant. She leaned over me again, reaching towards my feet and grabbed her dress slacks, pausing to smile as she was only inches away from my still rigid cock. I noticed then that I was still hard, something that filled me with pride and made me wish for the afternoon off. Lynn looked up at me, that mischievous twinkle in her eye.

She smiled at me and straightened up, putting her pants on. Slowly coming out of my shock I reached down and pulled my own pants back up. I looked back at her and she leaned towards me. We kissed again, our hands quickly going to each other. She broke away after a moment, letting out a deep sigh.

“We have to get back, if I keep that up we’re going to end up in the same seat again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said with a grin. She laughed and shook her head.

She smirked and reached over to fondle my still hard package through my pants briefly. “Just wanted to give you something to think about the rest of the day.”

I shook my head and smiled. She most certainly had! The rest of the day promised to be complicated and interesting for me, and beyond that who knew what lay ahead. If nothing else one thing was for certain, I planned on inviting her out to lunch whenever possible!

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Hi i am manjula aged 24 yrs.i am a married lady and my hubby rajan is working for a famous company as a sales representative.besides him i have a lovely mother-in law and my one yr old baba.i was married to rajan around three yrs back.since my husband is working as a sales-rep for a medical company. He is generally away on the tours.i also have a sister-in-law,but she is married and staying with her husband and kids .my sis-in-law is staying in some other city,so she comes to meet us on very few occassions.and my father-in-law had expired around 10 yrs back.so generally we are alone at home i.e.me,my hubby,my baba,and my mom-in-law.and in these also since my hubby is generally away on tours so mostly two of us were left alone in the house.i am not counting my baba as the full fledged member of the house.back at parents place i had only my mom and dad,since i was the only child of my parents.Now something about ourselves.i am physically a very good lookingso people saysexy woman.my mamme are 35 and waist is 29due to the child-birhand ass is around 38.i have a very fair complexion and and i like to wear sareesgenerally very dark colours with very short sleeve blouses.my height is 5-4″.though i am not much of an exhibitionist but sometimes i do wear sarees below navel.my navel is very deep and round,like a one rupee coin.it presents a very erotic view when i wearsarees below navel.now about my sasuji.she is a very lovely female,unlike typical filmi sasushashikala/lalita pawarshe takes real good care of mine and my baby.she never let me feel that i am at my in-laws place.whatever i would want she will always bring it for me.although my sasuji is around 45 yrs old but she looks very young than her age.in fact sometimes people will think that she is my elder sister,whenever we go together.she is socaring about me that whenever i had to go out,with friends she would volunteer to take care of my baba.infact in every week she would ask me to go out with my friends so that i get out of the loneliness which i would feel due to absence of my hubby.so she was a caring sasu.

Now my mother is also the same age but has lost interest in most of the good things of life and is generally very careless about herself.she would not take good care of her and would be generally busy with kitchen works or pooja-pathworshipping the godso she looked much older than her actual age.and on the contrary my father was very health and look conscious person.he would do his regular excerise at home and at 54 he could be passed of easily as a 45-48 yr old person.he would take great pains to maintain his health.my father was a good friend of my late father-in-law and after his death he had taken good care of my his family.although not financially because my late f-i-l had left quite a lot behind him.and to fulfill his promise made to his friend my dad,married me off tohis friend’s son.although initially i wasa bit reluctant to marry a medical-rep,as they are generally away on tours,but i had to give in to dad’s pressure and prevailing conditions i will tell you about the conditions later.so I got married to rajan and came to his home.this was 3 yrs back.one day i had gone to watch a movie with my friends local/neighborhood ladies.but in the interval i started having severe headache ,so i excused myself from them and returned to my home.since i had the key of the main-door,i just opened the door without ringing and on entering the home i saw that there was nobody in the hall and that my daddy’s cigarrette lighter was lying upon the centre table.i got very happy seeing that my daddy had come to meet me so i ran towards my room,but i found that my dad was not in my room ,so i checked the toilets and bathroom also.but i could find him nowhere.the last place remaining was my mother-in-laws room.i thought that they must be discussing something so i went towards her room.but i saw that the door of

Her room was locked from inside and i could hear they were talking in very low whispers. in fact moaningi just stood there thinking what they must be doing ,suddenly i heard my dear mom-in-law yelling a bit loudly *oh please a bit slowly you are so rough ahhhh you are hurting me….pls slow down a little your cock is so big its hurting my pussy*and all my doubts vanished.it was now certain that they were fucking in the room.i was shocked to learn that my father was fucking my mother-in-law.ohhhhhhhh my,i thought to myself,how is it possible that so much loving father is screwing his daughters mom-in-law.and in the bargain cheating with his own very faithful and loyal wife.i started thinking very quickly as to what to do.i thought may be the person who is fucking my mom-in-law is not my dad ,maybe it is someone else,maybe just that my dad had come to meet me and on not finding me he must have had gone back and someone else is screwing my mother-in law.so i thought that i must confirm my self before taking any other action.the only way to confirm myself was to see them by my own eyes so i brought one stool and placed it near the door and stood on it.since we have ventilation windows over every door and that window is generally opened ,so a person could easily see through it of what is happening in the roomThe moment i peeped in,i was in for the shock of my life.the worst fears of mine had come true.because they were no doubt busy screwing and the person who was fucking my mom-in-law was none else but my dad.although i was a bit prepared for iton finding dads lighter in the hallbut still i could not stomach it.but the truth was there for everyone to see,and there was no way i could deny it.there in the room my dad was screwing my mom in law with his long and fat cock.but wait a minute,ohhhhhhhhhhhh what a cock it was,holy jesus,it was so big and so tight.i just could not remove my eyes from thet lovely cock.

I knew that i should not be doing this but i just could not get down from the stool.i was mesmirized by the sight of that huge cock.it was not less than 9″ and must be as thick as my wrist.and my dad was shoving his cock in and out of my mom-in-laws pussy at a great speed. I saw that my mother-in-law was lying on the edge of the cot with a pillow beneath her ass and both her legs on my dads shoulder and dad was standing and had pushed his cock inside my mils pussy.he was fucking her like a blue-film hero fucks the heroine of the film.anybody who would look at him will not believe that this man is over 50 yrs of age.he was fucking my mil with the Josh of a young man.my MIL was moaning loudly now she was so loud that i could clearly hear what she was saying.she was saying* oh plz do it slowly aaaahha aaaa oh since how long you are screwing my pussy ohhhhh my god plz do it fast now and make me cum ahaaa oh god this is the third time i am cum and you havent discharged even once ,aahhhhhhhh you are continously fucking me from the past 35 minutes pls discharge soon you strong cock my pussy is aching now aaaaaaa my dad said”oh plz wait another few miutes i am cumming ,ooooohh your pussy is so good, so tight,feel like keep you fucking like this only for ever aaaah my queen,you are so good…I saw that both of them were sweating so profusely,that even the bedsheet was also partly soaked with their sweat.my sasuji was looking great in that ppose.since her body was fully wet due to the sweating,it was shining in the mercury light.i saw that despite being above 40 her body was still very firm and her boobs were not sagging as much as they myself but still i could not stop myself from admiring her sex appeal.ever part of her body was still intact,mean no sagging and no drooping and ofcourse no-no extra
Fat on any part of her body.almost same thing applied my dad as well.as i have already told you that my dad should have been.she had big-big boobs.although i a awoamn was very health conscious and had maintained himself very properly.now i saw why he was taking so much care of his body.he was still young at heart and active at physical level my dad was fucking my MIL at furious pace.they were nearing their climax.both were moaning loudly.my one hand automatically went to my own pussy and i just pushed my one finger in my pussy over my saree.i could help to imagine of how would it feel ,if my hubby had a cock as big as my dad’sactually he had a very small cock in comparison to my dads,his cock was hardly5-6″ and not more than 2″thick,or still better if dad could shove his hard cock in my pussy.i found myself frigging myself on the stool only.i must have been doing this for few moments then i suddenly i had a guilt feeling ,what i was thinking,this is unthinkable,how could i think about my dad in a sexual way.oh god pls forgive me for my sins,i thought to myself and got down from the stool.i returned to my room thinking what should be the action for me to be taken.some how i decided not to reveal the fact on my dad and my Mil that i have come tro know of their affair.so i decided to leave home.when i was going out i saw my dad’s cigarette lighter on the centre-table.I instinctively picked it up and left the home as quitely as i had entered.after that i went to a restaurant and started thinking of what to do.the best thing my brain suggested that i should inform my poor mother of her husbands infidelty.i decided to tell her the next day.i passed some time in the hotel and when it struck 9 in the wall-clock i left the hotel and reached my house,just like i am coming straight from the movie.
My mil welcomed me and as expected my dad had by then left the home.I also did not ask or tell her anything.we just behaved normally for that day. Next day in the afternoon i took the permission from my mil to go to meet my mom and left.my son ,as usual was with his dadi.i reached my parents home.my mom welcomed me with a surprisesince she was not expecting me.for the first time in my life i looked at my mother in a new light.the glow on her face and the happiness in her behavior made me feel happy and jealous at the same time.happy because she was my mother and jealous because all her life she was enjoying my dad’s fat cock.she definitely had all the reasons to be happy in the life.again my thoughts drifted towards my dad’s cock.i could not take it off my mind.seeing me lost in my thoughts my mom asked me the reason for my unexpected arrival.although i had gone there specifically to tell her about dad’s misdoing but i could not muster up enough courage to tell her that her loving husband was cheating on her and that too with my own mili knew the moment i will tell her about the incident her happy life will be over.so i decided against it ,because i loved my mom so much that i could not afford to destroy her life.i decided within my mind to discuss this thing with my dad and tell him to sever all his relation with my mil. I thought that is the best solution and our family life will be saved. So after spending half an hour with my mother i went to my dad’s office.my dad was also equally surprised seeing me in the office.after formal preliminaries and showing concern for my well-being he asked me the reason for my visit.i again found myself at loss of word to tell him the true reason of my visit.seeing me silent he started talking of his own.he said “neelam you are avery lucky girl to have such a nice mil she takes so good care of you and treat you just like her daughter and loves you so much”at this juncture i got the way to say what i wanted to tell him and i said” yes daddy you are very right she really

Loves me very much like a daughter and why not,i am almost her daughter,especially since she behaves just like your wife when you two are alone.so in that respect she has become just like my mother.there were genuine expression of shock and disbelief on my dad’s face.he got apparently very angry and said”how dare you put blame on me,we dont have any such relationship and you have no right to accuse me of such charges.i must tell you that whoever had told you so had tried to mislead you and spoil our relation.your mil is such a nice lady.how could you even think of her in so derogatory terms.you should feel ashamed of yourself and…seeing that my dad is going on shouting at me without listening me ,i took that cigereete lighter from my purse and kept it in front of my daddy and told him the entire incident.but i did not tell him that i had seen them fucking my dad and mil.i just told him that i had come mid way from the movie and saw his lighter and then felt his presence in mil’s room and heard some noises and that confirmed his presence in my mils room.The moment i finished saying ,i saw that my dad became very nervous.he did not say anything and kept on looking at me very silently.. Finally the silence was broken by him asking me”so waht do you intend to do now?” i told him that i will tell my husband and mother about his infidelty.listening this he almost jumped from his chair and pleaded with me to cancel my plan.he tried to dissuade me by telling the consequences of my such move.he said that his family life will be ruined and along with this even my life will also be ruined and that my husband will start to hate his mother as well and many such things.although i knew that whatever he was saying was true,so i had already decided not to tell anyone about it.but it was just that i wanted to scare him,so that he should refrain from coming to my mil..After half an hour’s persuance ,my dad finally made me agree to him.
Then he made me promise him that i wont tell his affair with my mil to anybody.when i showed the reluctance in promising him he said” promise me dear manju beti that you will never tell about the incident to anyone and i have a surprise for you.” now it was my turn to reap some profit.so i asked him what surprise gift. My dad said” do you remember our old driver ratan,i know that you used to like him a lot that time.and now that although you are married,your husband stays away from the home most of the time.so you must be missing your husband.if you will be good to me and keep the secret between us i will allow you to go on a short trip with ratan.in fact you can go out with him right now.and i will give you the keys of our farm-house.you can stay there for a couple of hours.something about ratan.he was my dad’s car driver.but he was employed by the company for which daddy was working.in my college days i had developed a liking for himmaybe out of sexual frustration only.and he had successfully seduced me into allowing him to caressing and petting my breasts and ass.we would generally go to some lonely place after my college was over and then in the car only he would press my mamme and ass and sometimes he would take his lund out of his pant and would make me masturbate him.he wanted to fuck me ,but since we were not getting the right place to do so ,and i did not want to do in the car so he could not fuck me .the most i could do was sucking his cock on a couple of occassions.but before we could do real fucking we were spotted by my dad’s friend and he told my dad everything and the result was that i had to leave my college and dad got me married to the son his old friend. Now it was evident that my dad was offering me a price for my silence.i also readily agreed to it.the thought of ratans lund

Made my mouthboth upper and nether water .i thought of availing this opportunity.i looked at him lovingly and said “o.k. Dad if you so wish,this is a good gift for your daughter and i will be thankful to you for this.you are helping me in fulfilling my long cherished desire.just give me five minutes to ready myself.saying so i went to the attached bath and re-did my make-up.since i wanted to seduce the ratan,so i tied my saree well below the navel and opened my blouse and removed the bra and worn the blouse again.now my nipples could be clearly seen through the blouse.and my saree was clinging to my ass.when i came out,i saw that my dad looked at me with lot of appreciation in his eyes.I called up my MIL and told her that i will be a bit late to come.my MIL asked me to come back by 9-00p.m. As she had to go to bhajan_party .this was called ratri-jagarn and the bhajans would continue till morning.i noticed that when i was talking my mil my dad was looking at me from sideways and his looks mainly were focussed on my breasts.maybe he was looking at my prominent nipples.finally i put the receiver and asked my dad’s permission to leave to be fucked by his employee.my dad hugged me very passionately,and i felt that his one hand had very casually travelled upto my ass and lingered there for some time more than necessary.then he kissed me on forehead and took out the keys of his farm-house from his pocket and gave it to me.when i i extended my hand to take the keys my palloo dropped from my shoulder and as a result both my heaving breasts became visible to my dad.as i was trying to correct my pallooo ,my dad took the saree from me and kept it on my shoulder and while retrieving his hand from my shoulder he slid it downwards across the shoulders and his fingers touched my breasts for a second.i felt that that the touch was not accidental but intentional,and this thought made shiver alot.the feel of dad’s fingers on my breasts was great.somehow i controlled myself and taking keys and finally thanking my dad i started going.when i was coming out my dad told me “manju beti ,i know you will come back by 9 p.m.,but dont come before that i might go to meet your sasu,i hope you willl understand”.and he gave me a very naughty wink.i also could not supress the smile and thought to myself *horny and went down.When i reached down ratan was already waiting for me.ihe opened the back door of the car for me and i sat and told him to take the car to the farm-house.i saw that the moment i said farm-house there was a hint of happiness in his eyes.it was first time since my marriage that i was going alone with him otherwise everytime i would go out in the car somebody would be accompanying us.he started driving the car.after a few minutes ,i saw that he was adjusting rear-view mirror,maybe to get view of breasts.with the driver rattan i saw that ratan was adjusting the rear view mirror and now it was positioned such that now he could have clear view of my wide cleavage and both the boobs. After adjusting the mirror he asked me “do you wanna meet someone in the farm house?’
I said “no”

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