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Fun times..... A return visit to the 'mad Scot'#39;, the man who brutally took me on our first meeting, then softened, mellowed, was seduced throughput subsequent encounters.... I awoke with the usual 'how can I get out of this?' Questions running through my head... Logging in hoping(?) He may of cancelled, yet feeling an excitement building..... Stockings, a silken dress, naked underneath, high stilettos, loose hair and make up.... Butterflies sweeping around my stomach as I walk to the side gate, letting myself in. The house is silent... I walk into the kitchen, through to the dining room and He steps out... I jump, let out a little squeal of surprise... He laughs, 'I didn't mean to frightened you'.... He reaches for me, I turn and reach for Him, kissing hard... Bodies pressing close... Breathing heavy... Hands roaming over each other, tugging at clothes.... His fingers to my cunt, finding it wet and wanting.... I strip my dress free and lean over the back of a chair.... He groans and quickly undresses.... Hands back to my cunt, finger fucking, clit rubbing.... I turn and lower.. Taking his cock in my mouth... He's twitching and moaning... My mouth eager working him.... He pushes me to the floor and I push him to his back, straddling him, murmuring 'I want your cock in me'... My hand guiding His shaft in... Riding him... Grinding, tits rubbing his chest, then sitting up, hand reaching around to cradle his balls.... My cunt is throbbing, clit aching I know I'm going to cum.. I want to.... I lean down whispering... 'Oh fuck... I'm cumming, you have me, anything you want of me'... My heads spinning, cumlust taking over... I tell him to be still, to feel me cumming and he does..... I slide off him to the floor.... Gasping, laughing, ' I wasn't expecting that''.... I turn over to my hands and legs so he can fuck me from behind, while I let my clit recover.... Then we're rolling on the floor, halfway into the hallway... He pulls out, 'come on' He takes my hand, my legs are shaking, he leads me upstairs to his bed.... We sprawl a while, touching, kissing, then I let my mouth take over..... Swallowing, suckling, licking... Kissing his balls, fingers stroking his arse... Then my hands on his cock, mouth drooling.. His humps bucking wild.... My jaw aching.... He reaches down with his hand and starts the rythum he wants... I watch, my tits nestled around him... His hand and cock bouncing into the soft flesh.... My Tongue tip reaching lapping his slit.... Then.... Watching him cum.... Rubbing my tits Into his spurting cock, coating them .... Lying back... We laugh, we chat..... After a while we kiss.... His hand takes my cunt again, I reach back grasping the bedposts.. Straining against them..... We fuck again..... After I tell him how much I like his bed, how 'handy' the bedpost could be... I demonstrate I stretch my hands out gripping the bars, 'so many possibilites' I say... He shakes his head..... 'I want you always fully participational....' Some more teasing, kissing his cock goodbye..... Laughing at my mussed up hair..... He gives me cash... I smiles me laugh saying 'I think I owe you'.... He laughs and says 'next time' I drive home... I've enjoyed my time, I've actually cum, not faked.... ..... But..... Missing.... Something.... |
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You write such amazingly tantalizing, graphic erotic accounts.   I love the ease of communication, the way you talk to each other, enhancing the experience ("I tell him to be still, to feel me cumming and he does.....") I find that I'm not sure whether she came or not because I don't ask her to tell me and she doesn't offer to. I need to work on that, and get her to as well. The last line is well-crafted, poignant "I've enjoyed my time, I've actually cum, not faked.... ..... But..... Missing.... Something...." Have you figured out what you're searching for?
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Your accounts are never less than astonishing. Erotically charged but that disengagement is always there, like the ghost at the feast. 
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