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nikkukporn: Erotic dance with lots of cock play

Saturday, April 20th, 2019

Erotic dance with lots of cock play

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    brendakitty: Being naked is sexy, but I think taking a cock…

    Saturday, April 20th, 2019

    brendakitty:

    Being naked is sexy, but I think taking a cock while clothed in your finest lace makes everybody hotter.

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      headfullofsmut: I don’t know about you but i like the picture…

      Friday, April 19th, 2019

      headfullofsmut:

      I don’t know about you but i like the picture on the left having to lift the dress up and then putting my cock in her beautifull arse turns me on more

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        id love you to have this cock i would love to have that cock in…

        Thursday, April 18th, 2019

        i would love to have that cock in me

        id love you to have this cock

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          wifesahottie: Can there possibly be anything more erotic…more…

          Wednesday, April 17th, 2019

          wifesahottie:

          Can there possibly be anything more erotic…more intense, than seeing your wife’s lips on another man’s cock!

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            bjaddict: this would be so hot.  being blindfolded, fucking my…

            Wednesday, April 17th, 2019

            this would be so hot.  being blindfolded, fucking my husband and then out of nowhere some cock that i didn’t know was being shoved into my mouth.

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              Couldn’t help myself, driven wild looking at your pics…

              Tuesday, April 16th, 2019

              Couldn’t help myself, driven wild looking at your pics xx

              your cock is driving me wild!

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                Ah yes, your pretty little cunt really is very wet and ready…

                Friday, April 12th, 2019

                Ah yes, your pretty little cunt really is very wet and ready for me, isn’t it girl? You’re so excited…  But I think taking my cock there would be a little bit too easy for you, don’t you think?  I know a much better way of doing this. Much more satisfying. 

                No, it’s okay. I don’t mind if you cry…  templeofbabalon:

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                  real-amateurs-exposed: Busty blonde sucks her partners cock in…

                  Friday, April 12th, 2019

                  Busty blonde sucks her partners cock in public…

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                    wedding anniversary

                    Wednesday, April 10th, 2019

                    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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