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jimsknob: mysensesandflavors: #nude I WANT TO FEEL THOSE…

Tuesday, December 25th, 2018

I WANT TO FEEL THOSE LOVELY THIGHS ON MY EARS AS I LICK HER PUSSY MMMMMMM

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    curvesenthusiast: charliemack4094: oooooooowwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee…

    Thursday, December 6th, 2018

    I’d love to put my face between those luscious thighs

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    oooooooowwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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      Nice meaty thighs on this bottomless slut

      Wednesday, November 28th, 2018

      Nice meaty thighs on this bottomless slut

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        jimsknob: I WANT TO CLIMB BETWEEN THOSE LOVELY THIGHS THRUSTING…

        Saturday, November 10th, 2018

        I WANT TO CLIMB BETWEEN THOSE LOVELY THIGHS THRUSTING MY COCK INSIDE HER PUSSY WHILE SUCKING THOSE LOVELY NIPPLES MMMMMMM

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          insomniagrrl: curiouspirate: I love this. Strong hands taking…

          Saturday, July 7th, 2018

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          i’d grab and squeeze your buttocks.

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          I love this. Strong hands taking control. He could just tap her thighs with his fingers and her legs would part. But this…he is not just taking control he is owning it. Pushing her legs apart. A reminder that her will is his command.

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            Thursday, May 31st, 2018

            I WANT TO FUCK HER SEXY ARSE WHILE MY HANDS CARESS THOSE LOVELY STOCKING CLAD THIGHS MMMMMMM

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              I’ll give you something to cry about, cry all you want In…

              Monday, May 14th, 2018

              I’ll give you something to cry about, cry all you want

              In this position, you will be subjected to pain. Your filthy cunt will be whipped, caned, slapped, and flogged until the lips are swollen and welts adorn you cheeks and thighs. You asshole will be stuffed, stretched, and fucked and you will moan and cry for me as long as I desire. After I am done (1-3 hours later), I know your cunt will be dripping wet so I twist and pinch your lips as hard as I can, taking pleasure in your screams as your body flinches in agony, before fisting your swollen, tortured cunt until you pass out or uncontrollably cum, or both. testosterone6969:

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                wedding anniversary

                Thursday, October 25th, 2012

                We were spending our third wedding anniversary on this
                sun-drenched Caribbean island. It was wonderful-
                sensuous moonlit tropical nights with the surf lapping
                at the shore; days around the pool and hanging out at
                the beach bar. It was intoxicating.

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                Now we were in our cottage with the stranger that we
                had met at the bar. John, my husband and I had become
                acquainted with him when we were enjoying our rum
                drinks, and found him pleasant and charming. We invited
                him to join us for dinner, and he readily accepted.

                While we were showering and dressing for dinner, John
                remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said not
                really but that wasn’t quite true, as he was quite
                handsome.

                After Keith joined us we had a delightful island
                dinner, followed by music provided by a steel drum
                band. We had more drinks and soon the men were taking
                turns dancing with me. As the evening wore on I found
                that Keith was holding me closer as we danced, close
                enough that I could feel his thighs pressing against
                mine, and close enough that I could feel a beginning
                erection.

                It was exciting, feeling the desire in this handsome
                stranger, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a
                slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the
                rum drinks and enchantment of this island was having an
                effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband.

                When it was time to leave John invited him back to the
                room for a night-cap (as if we didn’t have enough
                already, and I wondered why he invited him this time of
                night) He readily accepted and now the three of us were
                lounging around in our cottage enjoying another drink.
                John was leaning back in and arm chair, appearing
                sleepy, but still aware, and Keith was sitting beside
                me on our bed.

                My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the
                lights so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why
                he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage
                of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me
                against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was
                going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next
                thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. No
                response from John, so the stranger kissed me again. I
                was sure that he was aware of what was happening, so
                why didn’t he say something?

                After another kiss he swung me around so that I was
                lying flat on the bed with this stranger beside me,
                holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards John-I knew
                he could see, even though we were in shadow, but he
                said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was
                he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to
                find out.

                When he began to unbutton my blouse I did nothing, and
                I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra
                which opened in the front. I allowed another long kiss,
                and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. I was
                flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events.
                I looked at my husband again-I could see his eyes but I
                couldn’t see his expression. I couldn’t believe this
                scene that was unfolding, and I couldn’t believe that
                he wasn’t saying anything. Did he want this stranger to
                make love to me?

                Everything about this island, this setting, the
                distance from home, and the drinks we had consumed lent
                itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be
                getting to all of us. The stranger was caressing my
                nipples with his finger-tips till they stiffened, and
                then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts,
                and I was becoming more and more aroused.

                I wondered if my husband had an erection-the stranger
                certainly did-I was very aware of the pressure against
                my leg.

                His fingers dipped down to my knees, sliding under my
                skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my slip and
                skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart,
                his hand now between them, stroking and caressing them,
                finally pressing against my panties.

                I felt myself moistening, becoming more aroused as his
                fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, finding
                my moistness. I moaned softly when his finger moved in
                me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again
                when his finger found my clitoris.

                I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his
                trousers and underwear, and I thought now John is going
                to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to
                him, “Don’t strip me.” But he whispered back, “I’ve got
                to take these off,” meaning my panties.

                John was leaning forward trying to hear what we were
                whispering. Did he want us to go ahead? Did he want to
                see this stranger doing it to me? I could feel his very
                hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close
                to doing it with this man-being penetrated by him.

                I raised my hips to allow him to pull my slip and skirt
                up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waist-
                band of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took
                a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This
                scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I
                lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off,
                and now open to him.

                He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing
                my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved
                between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look
                at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light,
                now pulling his chair closer to us.

                There was no way now that we could stop, and I lifted
                and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed
                the huge head of his cock against me, moistening the
                tip before beginning to push. I felt myself opening to
                the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he
                pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. At that
                moment I came, trying to stifle my groans as I
                shuddered.

                He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me,
                gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully
                impaled on this huge cock, giving a hoarse cry. It was
                done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering
                me-I wish I could see if he was as hard as this
                stranger, but I knew he wasn’t this big.

                He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me,
                finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling
                out each time, then thrusting in me, pushing against my
                cervix and uterus.

                It was so intense, this large and very hard cock slowly
                fucking me with my husband watching. I forgot about him
                as this stranger began thrusting more powerfully into
                me, my body moving with him.

                It was do erotic, this scene right out of a hard-core
                movie. This stranger was having his way with me, taking
                me with my husband watching, doing nothing but
                observing this stranger fucking me, seeing him doing it
                to me. The way I was turned, with my legs and thighs
                lifted, he had to be able to see his cock moving in and
                out of me, shiny with my juices.

                The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing made it so
                exciting, so intense. I was soon shaken with another
                orgasm that came so quickly that I cried out, my legs
                and arms clutching him as warmth flowed throughout my
                body.

                He held himself fully into me till my climax subsided,
                and slowly began moving again, thrusting steadily,
                taking plenty of time, lifting me to another erotic
                high. I made no attempt now to be quiet, my gasps and
                moans louder and louder, filling the room. He was soon
                pushing powerfully into me, and his cock seemed to
                swell. I knew he was about to come and I said “don’t
                come in me.” I wasn’t protected, and I didn’t want to
                get pregnant by this little episode.

                He didn’t say anything; he was getting close; and I
                found myself approaching another climax. Just as the
                waves of erotic feeling were building I gripped him
                with my legs and said “don’t stop!” As I shuddered and
                convulsed his hands gripped my ass pulling me into him.
                I felt him impale me fully, groaning, his cock swelling
                and spurting against my cervix, filling me with his
                semen. I gave a cry as he flooded me, emptying his cock
                in me.

                It was so intense, this stranger filling my unprotected
                uterus with his semen, and my husband watching this man
                having his way with me, watching him emptying his cock
                in me, seeing his own wife awash with another man’s
                sperm.

                He finally moved away from me, but I lay there with my
                legs spread, emotionally exhausted, feeling his
                stickiness on my thighs. He got up and dressed, giving
                me a quick kiss, and saying “I’ll leave you two now,”
                and smiling as he left, obviously very pleased.

                I turned up the lights and looked at my husband. His
                penis was out and he was wet where he had ejaculated on
                himself, so clearly he had enjoyed watching his wife
                getting screwed by another man.

                I said, “I never knew that you wanted to watch me
                getting taken by a stranger. I thought that at any
                moment you were going to intervene, and I let him go
                ahead, thinking that soon you would call a halt. I kept
                waiting for you, but you let him go on and on, and
                finally I realized you weren’t going to make him stop,
                and then I was so far along that I was helpless-I was
                just so wet and hot that I just spread my legs for
                him.”

                “I didn’t know it would go that far. I thought we could
                string him along a little, and then send him out the
                door. But then I got caught up in the scene. I got so
                excited watching him working on you that I was in a
                daze. I never thought I would get so excited watching a
                stranger seducing you and having his way with you-I
                just can’t believe it. And then when you he got your
                panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost
                came. And when he penetrated you I couldn’t do anything
                but watch-watch him screwing you, and hearing you
                moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you,
                fucking you so thoroughly- I just came.

                “I never would have thought I would come watching my
                wife taken like that, and fucked so well, seeing him
                come in you. It was even more exciting thinking about
                you risking pregnancy letting him come in you. This
                never would have happened if we were at home. This
                island just got to us.”

                We went to bed but it was a long time before either of
                us went to sleep. We were both re-living that event.

                In the morning we were greeted with another with
                another beautiful tropic day. After breakfast we went
                to the pool. It wasn’t long before Keith showed up
                again, and with a friend whom we hadn’t met. He
                introduced us to Tom who had come with him on this
                vacation. Keith said nothing about the events of last
                evening, but I’m sure he told Tom about our interesting
                time.

                We had a day at the pool, at the ocean, and at the
                beach bar. The drinks flowed, with Keith buying most of
                them, and late in the day we were feeling more than
                relaxed. We accepted their invitation to dinner, and
                after dinner the dancing started. I danced with my
                husband, and each of the other men. With the after
                dinner rum drinks we were feeling more than relaxed.

                John soon folded, leaving the other two men to dance
                with me. Both of them used the opportunity to pull me
                in close, thigh against thigh, hands sliding down below
                my waist till it seemed that everyone was watching us.
                I was getting aroused but at that point I called a
                halt to the dancing.

                I was surprised when John invited them both back to our
                cottage for a night-cap. We settled in with some drinks
                and soft music. I wondered if those two strangers would
                try to seduce me, and if so would John stop them. I had
                my answer soon, the two of them sitting on each side of
                me, and with my husband watching they began caressing
                me.

                John again dimmed the lights, so it seemed he was
                permitting them to continue. How far would he let them
                go? Did he want to see them taking me, doing it to me?
                I didn’t think he would let the two of them screw me.

                I was feeling the effects of the drinks so I was
                determined to go with the flow. If he wanted to see
                these two having their way with me, then I was going to
                enjoy it. Somehow it would be a lot more exciting with
                him watching, watching his own wife being serviced by
                these studs. It couldn’t get more erotic than that.

                They seemed to understand that they had our permission
                to proceed, so they began to strip me, beginning with
                my dress. Working together they removed my dress, then
                my bra, exposing my breasts which they began to caress.
                I raised my hips so they could remove my slip, and when
                they gripped my panties I hesitated, looking at my
                husband. He smiled and nodded, so I lifted my ass again
                and they slowly removed my panties.

                I lay there naked, with only my thigh high stockings
                remaining. As they looked at my naked body, admiring
                the view, I was flushed and trembling. They both
                stripped, than continued their caresses, stroking my
                thighs, spreading my legs, touching the wet lips of my
                vulva, stroking me there, my cunt tingling with
                arousal.

                Keith moved between my open legs, mounting me. I raised
                my knees and opened my thighs fully as he moved his
                very hard cock against me, pressing firmly, spreading
                my lips as he pushed into me. I groaned as he entered
                and began filling me, pushing steadily till he was
                fully into me, feeling the pressure against my cervix.

                He began stroking into me, steadily fucking me,
                carrying me to an erotic high. He thrust faster and I
                felt him swelling and throbbing as he erupted, his cock
                spurting into me, triggering my climax, my arms and
                legs gripping him as I cried out, my body shaking.

                When he lifted off me, Tom quickly took his place
                between my legs. I was so wet and open that he entered
                me easily, quickly pressing his full length into me. He
                was very excited watching his friend screwing me, and
                he was thrusting into me for a very short time before
                adding his semen to his friends. I climaxed again when
                I felt him spurting into me. They wanted to take me
                again, but John didn’t want them to have seconds with
                me, and I think that was because he had already come,
                watching them having their way with me, watching them
                fucking me.

                They soon left. I said, “That was pretty erotic.”

                And John agreed.

                “And I don’t think we should do that scene again.”

                Again John agreed.

                However the next day they were hanging around me like
                flies on honey, clearly wanting a repeat performance,
                even though we said we weren’t interested. But as the
                evening wore on and the drinks kicked in, I was once
                more fucked by those two as John was looking on,
                obviously aroused by watching them between my legs,
                having their way with me again.

                The next day the two of them left, so we had a chance
                to recover from our amorous evenings, but there was
                another interesting event. Peter, the black life-guard
                at the pool seemed to know about our activities, and he
                made great efforts to be charming, likely wanting to
                get me in the sack.

                He was handsome and muscular but I had no interest in
                crossing the color barrier. It appeared that other
                white women at the resort were not so discriminating,
                and were enjoying liaisons with black men, including
                our life-guard. We made it clear that we weren’t
                interested-but he was persistent, hanging around,
                eyeing me a lot. I was flattered by the attention as he
                had a lot of women to choose from, but I didn’t
                encourage him.

                However, on our last night there, things changed. We
                had been drinking more than usual, and after dinner we
                continued, enjoying the steel band, and dancing. Peter
                showed up, chatting with us and then asking me to
                dance. I looked at John and he smiled, giving me
                permission, so I accepted.

                We had more that one dance, and on the fast dances he
                was spinning me around, and I could feel my short
                skirts lifting higher and higher, and I’m sure that my
                bare thighs were in view above my stocking tops, and
                maybe even my panties. Gradually he was holding me
                closer, especially on the slow numbers, and I could
                feel his body against mine, feel the heat of him, and I
                was beginning to be aroused.

                Between dances, he joined us at our table, drinking
                with us, even buying drinks. I looked at John, a
                question in my eyes, but John just smiled, ignoring me.
                I wondered if he was going to invite this black man
                back to our cottage. I got my answer, as looking at me
                and smiling, he invited him for a night-cap.

                Peter readily accepted, and I wondered if my husband
                wanted to see a black man between my legs. I didn’t
                think so, but I wasn’t sure; that would be entering
                forbidden territory.

                At our cottage John poured drinks, and it was soon
                evident that our charming life-guard was interested in
                more than a night-cap. He kept eying me, eying my legs
                which had fallen open slightly, eying my breasts, and
                it was clear he wanted to be between my legs.

                I was quite sure that he knew all about our adventure
                with those men that left, and perhaps that was why he
                was emboldened. He moved beside me, putting his arm
                around my shoulders, and told John what a beautiful
                women I was. Smiling John agreed.

                I thought this has gone far enough-I had never had sex
                with a black man before, and I didn’t want to start
                now. Also, my pussy had just recovered from the
                pounding that I had received from those two studs that
                left. And lastly, I was not on any birth control
                protection when they fucked me, so I had already taken
                a risk. But secretly it had been much more exciting
                risking pregnancy with them. However, I didn’t want to
                risk having a black baby- that would be a little much,
                and difficult to explain.

                At this point John did nothing but pour more drinks,
                sitting down in his chair again. Looking at his groin I
                could see the bulge, so he was aroused again by the
                erotic situation. I thought why not indulge his fantasy
                a little-this time I was sure he wouldn’t let this go
                too far. So I relaxed, allowing him to caress me, even
                kissing him when he turned my face towards him.

                Peter asked me to stand and I did, looking at my
                husband. His hands reached out and unbuttoned my skirt,
                pulled the zipper down and slid my skirt to the floor.
                He barely hesitated before undoing my blouse and
                removing that also. Now I was standing there in my
                sheer half-slip and sheer camisole.

                I turned towards my husband who looked at me, saying
                nothing. As Peter pulled up on my camisole I raised my
                arms to let him remove it, exposing my breasts, the
                nipples now very firm. He looked at John as he caressed
                them, and then he slid my slip to the floor. I was
                standing naked now except for my sheer lacy panties and
                my garter belt holding up my nylon stockings.

                I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I waited
                for John to call a halt, but he did nothing. It was
                obvious that he was giving permission to continue.
                Peter gripped my panties but I held the waist-band as
                he tugged them. Did I want him to go any further? I was
                close to being naked in this man’s arms, and my husband
                was not intervening. I thought alright, if this is what
                he wanted to see I was going to continue. Whatever
                happened would be on his shoulders.

                I let my arms fall to my side, and this stud slid my
                panties to the floor, and I stepped away from my
                clothes. Peter stripped, revealing a very large and
                very thick cock, now almost fully erect-it was huge and
                I looked at it with disbelief, thinking I can’t take
                that.
                Before I could respond he lowered me to the bed and
                began to spread my legs. At this point I was so faint
                with desire and arousal I was almost helpless, feeling
                the wetness in my cunt. He spread me wider and moved
                between my legs, mounting me. This was so erotic, this
                black stud between my legs that I could do nothing-I
                was so far gone that all my earlier resolve was
                forgotten.

                I was limp as he lifted my thighs and directed the
                purple swollen head of his cock against me, pressing
                firmly. I gasped, feeling it pushing against my vulva,
                pressing the lips open, groaning as I felt him
                stretching me. He pushed strongly, and I cried out as
                he penetrated me, groaning as I felt the size of him,
                gripping my hips as he continued moving into me,
                gradually filling me. I felt like a virgin, my vagina
                fully stretched as he filled me, impaling me.

                My moans filled the room as he began moving in me. He
                fucked me with a steady rhythm and my whole being was
                centered on this cock that was thrusting in me, raising
                me to higher and higher levels of erotic feeling till
                my trembling body clutched him, crying out as I was
                overcome by a climax that left my body shaking and
                quivering. He pulled me fully onto him, and I felt him
                swelling and erupting into me, filling me with his
                semen.

                I knew it was no good to asking him not to come in me,
                as he had no intention of pulling out. He stayed in me,
                and he barely softened before I felt him moving in me
                again. Soon he was fully erect, and at that point he
                pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees at
                the edge of the bed. I was like a rag doll that he
                could move around at will.

                He pulled my ass up and pushed his fully erect cock
                into me once more, filling me and stroking powerfully.
                It was even more erotic, taken in this position by this
                black man, who was doing things to my body that aroused
                me to a level I had never experienced. I was moaning,
                groaning loudly, crying out as I was ravished by this
                stud.

                It was so primitive that I was overcome with another
                orgasm, screaming as I shuddered, convulsing as he
                groaned, his cock throbbing, spurting into me again,
                filling me with his sperm. It was so erotic being taken
                like that, on my hands and knees with my ass in the
                air, and my vagina his for the taking. I had welcomed
                the flow of semen in me.

                He released me and I fell forward on the bed, lying on
                my stomach, exhausted. I was aware of him dressing and
                leaving with a thank-you to my husband. I finally
                moved, using the sheets to wipe away the stickiness of
                his come on my thighs-it was still oozing from my
                vagina.

                “I hope you’re satisfied watching that black stud
                having his way with me- he really did it to me. I don’t
                think my vagina will be back to normal for some time.
                He stretched me so much I felt like I was having a
                baby. But I never knew you had a fantasy of watching
                strangers fuck me, and especially a black man.

                “I can’t believe you let him take me, and did you like
                seeing his cock in me when I was on my hands and knees.
                You certainly had a perfect view of him fucking me.”

                “I didn’t know I would be so aroused watching you doing
                it with strangers, and once it got started I was
                helpless to stop them. And it was even more erotic
                thinking that you could become pregnant by one of
                them.”

                “Yes, it made it a lot more exciting feeling them
                coming in me, and thinking I could get pregnant. And
                knowing you were there, watching them taking me, doing
                it to me, sitting right there while they were fucking
                me was so erotic. Well, it’s not going to happen again.
                And I don’t know what’s going to happen now with my
                cunt and uterus filled with their semen night after
                night, but we’ll find out. This was quite a wedding
                anniversary, and I didn’t have any idea we would
                celebrate it the way we did.”

                We slept little that night, and we packed early in the
                morning, catching the flight for home that afternoon.
                We spoke little on the plane, and I know we were both
                re-living the events on that island. I flushed when I
                thought about it, and I felt myself moistening again as
                I remembered how it felt when I was taken and used by
                those men, and with my aroused husband’s consent.

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