MY STUFF

With that good rhythm

"Can you smell her on me, Tracy?"

"Yes, yes, I can, Dana. Can I taste her on your lips again?"

"Yes, of course. I made sure to go down on her one more time before she left. I'm so glad it turns you on for me to fuck other women. How many times did you cum last night listening to us?"

"Um, three, no four times. You two went at it like rabbits all night, ha."

"She loved going down on me. But you're going to do me good right now, aren't you?"

"You bet I am. I'm the best pussy eater you know. I'm going to prove it all morning long."

“Like what you see? Later in my hotel room, you’re going to see a whole lot more. And you’re gonna go down. Hard. Aren’t you, sweetie?”

Grace’s mom Anne would be apoplectic if she knew Grace was here again, getting naked again, for a tryst with her Anne’s best friend Janice. Janice was already naked on her bed, ready to welcome Grace into her arms and between her legs.

These trysts had been years in the making. Subtle flirting by Janice, unseen touches of Grace’s body, a stolen kiss here and there. And God forbid Anne should see their texting history.

It was the texting that was the final step down their slippery slope to true physical passion. Janice had admitted there one day to masturbating while thinking of Grace. And of wishing it was Grace who was doing the stimulating. Grace took the bait.

And so now when Janice’s husband was out of town, Grace was indeed the one providing Janice with stimulation, both digital and oral. And Janice gave as good as she got, for sure.

“I do love watching you undress for me, sweetheart.”

“And I love being naked for you, Janice.”

“I know you do, honey. Now, bring that sweet stuff over here. I’m very hungry today.”

“You’re naughty.”

“And you love it. Come to bed, I need you badly.”

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Pastor’s wife Rachel Jenkins looked down at Missy Overton as Missy was about to take her first taste of another woman’s pussy. Rachel smiled at Missy’s transition from a shy flower of a housewife to a red blooded woman willing to expand her boundaries. With Rachel’s help, certainly.

Always an open ear. A shoulder to cry on. And a demeanor that encouraged Missy to be allowed to wonder what else was out there beyond her traditional husband, two kids and a picket fence lifestyle.

So when the time came for this special boundary to be stretched, Rachel didn’t fail to assist Missy over the edge. Missy looked up, needing that one more nudge.

“May I…go lower, Rachel?”

“If it’s what you want, Missy, then yes, I believe you should.”

“She’s stopped struggling.  I think she’s liking this.”

Indeed, I had stopped all struggling and resisting. It wasn’t going to change anything. They were going to do whatever was intended by this point.

“I’m keeping her panties as a trophy!” They both started laughing as the last restraint was affixed to me leg. 

This was only a job interview. I thought it went well. And then, everything changed. I did struggle and resist and begin to scream when the one woman said she wanted my panties. My protests were quickly muted before they pulled me onto the table top.

“I’ve been wanting to ride this cute face from the moment she arrived. I’ll go first. Then you can have your turn.”