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good progression.it’s been some time since i made you come in the garage. neither of us has said anything about it. to anyone, or eachother. i know you’ll be home alone this weekend, all weekend. you just happened to post it on facebook. totally innocently of course.i text you to ask if it’s convenient to pop around and drop off that film you lent me 3 years ago. you reply saying to give you half an hour to get sorted. within 15 mins i’m closing your porch door behind me and letting myself into your open house. you’re still in the shower. the game resumes.-hello? *oh! your squeal comes from the bathroom upstairs. perfect timing. *i said half an hour!-oh well, i had nothing better to do.i stand at the bottom of the stairs, making no further excuse for my early arrival, or any at all for just walking in unannounced. i close the door behind me. the shower turns off. you hear me walking up the stairs. the bathroom door is not fully closed. not that it has a lock, but you feel vulnerable. you panick initially, but then recall two facts: one, that we’re alone here, and two, the garage incident. you smile to yourself, knowingly.-just using the loo. i state blandly.i hesitate at the door, looking to see if i can catch a glimpse of you through the two inch gap. i’m quiet, but you know i’m there. you know what i’m doing. sure enough, a flash of thigh. the top of your leg. i see the side curve of your stomach, the line which, slightly further down and to the right, carries on to become the side of your pussy. the hallowed ‘Y’ shape. my cock twitches. you know i’ve looked, seen. that’s enough for the moment. the game must be played. only fools rush in.you dry yourself, but have no clothes in the bathroom with you. no dressing gown. only your towel, and that’s not big enough to cover you decently. all the nice towels are in the wash. you grabbed this one in a hurry. it’s old, and thin. there’s no way you’ll be able to dry your hair with it. by the time you’ve done your best with it you could wring it out. as you dry yourself you can’t help giving your clit a couple of flicks. a couple of flicks turn into a quick rub. you’re not doing it for me. no! that would be wrong. it just feels good. you’re a grown woman. you can rub your clit if you like, right? i’m in the toilet right next to the bathroom, it excites you to pleasure yourself when i’m so close. thinking that maybe i’ll guess you might. you consider whether or not to wait, to see if i go back downstairs before you come out, to make a dash for the bedroom, or to just do as you would normally, in your own time. we both know what you’ll decide.you put your towel around yourself, ends meeting at the front, and open the bathroom door the rest of the way. you wish you’d have bet all your worldly possessions on the outcome, as i conveniently happen to finish in the loo and open the door at just that exact moment. you always knew full-well what i would do if you gave me the opportunity. you turn to face me fully, as if you were going to close the bathroom door behind you. as if it were important.i’m looking at the floor as i emerge. you stop. frozen by the moment. you wanted this as much as i did. to be caught, seen, looked at, admired, desired. the chance of more still.i elevate my gaze slowly, allowing myself to take in the curves of your body. your towel is annoyingly yet perfectly wrapped. your back is mostly bare, necessary to cover your arse. the front, any lower, wouldn’t cover your tits, yet if you leaned back even slightly, i’d be able to see your pussy. i take an audibly deep breath to stop myself from panting. i see your chest fall, then rise, as you do too, finally remembering to breathe! eye contact! *hi! you say, your face flushing noticeably.-hey. i don’t move. you don’t move. we hang there, as if frozen in time. your hair drips water down your back. it feels cold now. a breeze from the bathroom window pushes cold air past you. you get goose pimples, your skin taught, hyper-sensitive. your nipples strain against your towel, as hard as they’ve ever been. the breeze goes between your subtly parted legs, making you acutely aware of your wet cunt. blood rushes to your erogenous zones as though your life depends on it. it’s reassuring to me. i know i’m doing the right thing. i can see that you’re waiting, giving me the chance to act if i wish.we stare at one another, each looking for ‘the game’ in the other’s eyes. it’s there. it’s always there, glinting mischeiviously, twinkling a merry dance. each deep blue güvenilir bahis stares into deep blue.suddenly, without warning, i burst forward, closing the gap in a split. my right hand circling around you, grabbing a handful of your wet hair, close to your scalp, pulling down slightly, raising your chin, exposing your neck, taking physical control of you. i press myself into your body, squashing your tits against me, pushing you back into the wall. as you shift to regain your balance i hook my right foot inside your left, forcing you to take a wider stance, and cup your pussy strongly with my free hand. you’ve shaved your cunt. i had hoped you would. hoped you would guess it all, me coming early, looking for an opening, pushing myself and my desires upon you.i put my face right up to yours. lips almost touching, teasing, and stop there. staring into your wide-open eyes. you stare back open-faced, unashamed, with desire, willing, longing. i push my middle two fingers straight up your cunt. not a word said either way. they go in easily. you’ve readied yourself. another passive sign that my advances are well-met. i don’t move them, just grip your whole cunt hard, staring at your eyes, unflinchng.you don’t move. you don’t speak. you’re still, but not encouraging me. not helping me to get at you. you couldn’t do that. that’s not the game. i’m in charge of what happens, and how. i have to plan, initiate, dictate, and execute the moves. i’m the player in the game, you’re object of the game, you’re the pieces and the prize. you are the whole point. in that moment at least, you are everything.your mind races. you’re desperate for me to kiss you, to want you, need you, to fuck you hard, to make you come, to make you feel like the sexy desirable sexual creature that you are. i don’t love you, you know that. i just want you like nobody else does. i want you for things that nobody else does. i want to use you, totally, completely. i want you to fulfill your notable [if overlooked] potential as a totally fuckable woman. you’re completely wasted, and we both know it. you’re willing to do so much, to learn so much more, to go so far, yet you get nothing, and nothing is asked of you. a crying shame. we both know that as far as sex goes at least, we’re made for eachother. i know what you want, where to take it, how to progress it to levels which will satisfy us both beyond the here and now.satisfied to find a sopping wet, shaved cunt, bright red lips, erect nipples and clit, no fight, and no argument, i take my cue. we snog passionately, deeply, breathing hard through our noses to keep up with our pounding hearts. you kiss me back with every ounce of your being. you’ve allowed me in. i’ve broken down a wall. the opening play of the game is over. i work my fingers, just catching the outer reaches of you g-spot. my palm pressed firmly against your clit. you start to writhe and move with it, helping me. this is more than the playground affair in the garage, this is going to go further. i know it, and you realise it now too. you’re finally going to get fucked! to what extent you can only guess, or hope. you throw yourself into the moment, abandoning all thoughts except the here-and-now: something which i did when i walked through the door.i stop kissing you and pull my face back to look into your eyes again. you just stare back, almost blankly, saying nothing, but seemingly open to anything. i let go of your hair and put my hand around your throat. as i remove my fingers from your cunt, i instruct you quitely but definitely to open your mouth. i
expect you to comply without agreement or argument. just do it. you do. i put my juiced-up fingers into your mouth, moving them around your teeth and tongue, inside your cheeks. you move your tongue around, helping me to get under it, exploring all of your mouth. you can’t believe how personal something so strange can be. you’re surprised at how much you like it. nobody ever puts their fingers in another person’s mouth. it’s a more personal territory than a pussy, or even arse, yet here i am, rubbing your pussy juices all about the inside of yours as if i’m inspecting you for something. i still have my hand around your throat. i step back slightly, giving you some room, and lead you by the throat off the wall, a couple of steps toward your bedroom. my arm curls around you as you move, my hand remaining in control of you by the throat. i stop you as i fall in close behind, and pulling your towel up to expose your arse, slap bets10 güvenilir mi it hard. you flinch, but then giggle slightly. -move. i command. you know where i mean you to go. i release your neck, and for the first time since we first touched you are free to turn and argue, or fight, or run. you don’t. you move obediently forward to the bedroom. as i allow you to step away from me i pull at the back of your towel. you make no effort to hold onto it. you want me to see you naked. you want me to want you. if i’m ‘making you’ do something which gets you what you want, why would you stop me? you are concerned about your body, your physique, what you look like. you know you’re not perfect, not s*******n any more. but i’m doing this because i want to. i desire you. you tell yourself this. that i’m enjoying you, whatever it is you look like, whatever your imperfections, i have planned and carried this out as i wished. i am doing what i want to of my own free will, for my own pleasure, so whatever it is, whatever your worries or reservations, i’m enjoying and revelling it all. and ‘all’ means only one thing: you. you enter the bedroom, walk up to the bed, and stop. you don’t turn, you don’t speak, you just stop, awaiting my instruction or touch. you’re fully naked, breathing heavily, pussy almost dripping, nipples and clit straining for attention, and i stand fully clothed behind you. i’m in a position of complete dominance. i’ve given nothing of myself, yet you bare all for my taking. i seize your right wrist and turn your arm behind your back. not to hurt you, not even really to restrain you, just the semblance, the notion of it. -spread your legs. i command. and as you do i push you forward. you lose balance, your shins against the bed. falling forward, with no choice but to put out your free hand and lean over, exposing your hungy pulsing cunt to me. i step to your right, keeping hold of your wrist, and place my left hand on your lower back. i tickle your skin. the room is plenty warm enough to be comfortably naked in, yet goose pimples cover your body. my touch is electric. i brush my fingertips lightly up and down the centre of your body. tickling from the middle of your back, downwards, either side of your arse cheeks, to your inner thighs. your skin is amazing. so soft. i can see your reaction. tiny pulses of appreciation go through your body. up and down, i repeat. teasing you. teasing around the edges of your soft, wet, pussy.i stop and squeeze your arse hard. then spank it hard too. you flinch, but don’t speak to complain. i tickle where i spanked. you gasp at the sensation. i spank you again, harder, twice in quick succession, alternating arse cheeks, then tickle again. the effect is heightened. i repeat this a couple more times before i move the tickling down, towards your cunt. there are drops of your juices on the carpet between your legs, now you really are dripping wet. i tickle around the edges of your pussy, taking care not to get my fingers wet before the time is right. i tease you. still in the position of power, dominance. i begin to apply gentle pressure now, caressing, massaging around your cunt. i tease the lips apart. opening you up to me. *yehhh. you whisper, almost inaudibly. i put my middle two fingers into you. instantly wetting them. slowly i pull out, straightening them, and push my hand down, cupping it around the curve of your cunt as it goes under you, parting your vulva, sroking briefly over your clit before coming back upward, hand still following the sexy curves of your womanhood, up still, until my middle finger gently strokes over your anus, lubricating it with your own fluids. back down again my hand traces over you guiche, and follows the skin naturally back up your cunt. two fingers is no challenge. i’m doing this for fun, and sure, i want you to enjoy it. enjoy it all, but i want to test you, to push you, to see what you can do, what your limits are. if this is to go further, to become what i want it to, what i believe it can become, i need to know my true starting point.i put my first three fingers up you. flat, side by side, to stretch your pussy, to see what you can take. i work them around, probing, feeling the walls of your cunt, stretching it. it seems you can take this. my little finger feels like the only thing stopping me, so i put that in too. now i allow my hand to curve across it’s width, allowing the walls of your cunt to press my fingertips together. i push gently, then pull mobilbahis out. cupping your whole cunt again, i lift up over your anus, and back down all the way to press over your clit once more. i’m careful not to pay it too much attention though. this would be counter-productive. again i stroke my hand back up to your cunt and twist and circle my hand around, lubing it all up, fingers knuckles, back and palm. i grope your whole cunt one last time before i press all four fingers into you. no problem. then i slowly work up the pressure. how far can i go? my last knuckles stop me. slightly disappointing, but i have a challenge to work on. with my finger this far up you i can reach much more of your g-spot. i work it until you pulse and writhe to orgasm, squeezing my hand unvoluntarily, so hard it begins to hurt. this excites me hugely.-kneel on the bed. roll onto your back.you roll onto your back, instinctively pulling your knees up and apart, expecting a fucking. wanting a fucking. but it isn’t to be. yet.i kneel down myself and plunge my face into your cunt. drinking you in, tasting you, rubbing my mouth, chin, and cheeks in your twat, covering them in your juices. i tilt my head to one side, place my lips against the left side of your pussy, and suck your vulva into my mouth with great enthusiasm. i open my mouth further as i do, until i’ve taken one whole side of your pussy into my mouth. i suck hard, straight from the lungs. blood is pulled into your pussy, making it swell and glow bright red. i turn my head the other way and do it again on the other side. then i straighten up and take your vulva, your whole cunt into my mouth, sucking as much blood into it as hard as i can. releasing the suction, i now put my whole mouth over your clit, and do the same. as i do i work my tongue, flicking around, enjoying how pert and erect it is, how wet you are. i lick the length of your cunt. going lower, until my tongue licks directly over your arsehole, i lick from under your arse right up to your clit with each pass. my tongue is flat, pressing. i concentrate on your arse for a moment, ticking around the edges, rimming you, tickling and making it tighten. *fuck me. you beg quietly. i stand up.-get on the bed properly. i say.i remove all my clothes as fast as i can. i climb on top of you, and push my cock striaght up your cunt, right to the base, in one go. i fuck you slow and hard. pushing in as far as i can each time. relishing your wet, hungry cunt. i hold your face between both hands and kiss you hard, suck and bite your neck, squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples. i pull out. your face is a picture! so disappointed! i chuckle to myslef.-turn over. on your knees, face down. i say instructively.you do, and i lean in to lick your ass. i reach under you with one h
and and pinch your nipple hard. my tongue is flat now. pressing quite hard, encouraging your arse to relax and open up. it begins to, and as it does i plunge my tongue straight up it. you gasp, surprised at me. i love it. i continue with massive licks. accross your cunt and up over your arse. rubbing my face into your cunt and arse, immersing myself in your most intimate parts. i’m in heaven. i’m lost.i straighten up and slide my cock back up your cunt.-lift up, hands on the headboard.you obey, arching your back so that i’m hitting your g-spot with each stroke. you start to come again, i can see your ears flushing up, going red, you start to spasm, your back curves, then arches, then you pop my cock out of you all together as you soak the bed with streaming squirts of female ejaculate. i let you finish and encourage you back onto your back. with the same stong, measured strokes as before, i work away, savouring the feelings of it all. -get fucked you horny cunt.*yeah, fuck me.-fuck your cunt.*fuck me up the cunt. come in me. fuck it up me till you come deep inside me.we’re still swearing encouragement at eachother as i explode my load into you. deep up your cunt as i look into your eyes.-get fucked you horny cunt.*i am. i have, thank you!-you’re welcome.i pull out and kneel up, push all four fingers up you as far as i can, stretching you. it stings, but it’s a good sting and you enjoy it. you can feel my come on my hand, coming out of you, sliding down over your licked arsehole. you just watch me.-want to be my cunt-fuck? my toy? slave? would you like that? to agree that you’ll please me, and do as you’re told without question? and in return you’ll get this kind of a fucking from time to time. my fingers are still in you, probing at your g-spot. you start to come again, squirting your fluids up into the air. i miss the first one, but get my mouth down in time for the second and third, allowing you to come in me too. *i’ll think about it. you reply coyly.
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