Poppers Blowjob 2

I was laying on my back, on the floor, and Sandra was squeezing my cock through the denim of my jeans as she kissed me. I was begging her in my mind to undo my jeans and take me out.

Although unusual for me to be in such a submissive position, I loved the fact that Sandra was above me like this and taking control of me. It wasn’t just that I didn’t need to agonise over what I should do next, and whether I would be rejected. It was really sexy giving myself up to her desires, and letting her direct the proceedings.

My every thought was now focused on what her hand was doing. When it stopped squeezing me, I willed it to start pulling my zipper down. After it had pulled my zipper down, I willed it to fish my cock out of my pants. Once my cock was out in the open, and savouring the feeling of air on skin, I willed her to start wanking me slowly. When she did, I started to suspect that I could actually control her with my mind. Continue reading Poppers Blowjob 2

Sexy Housewarming 2

Lynne had just used me as a human dildo.

Completely naked, she got up and went over to a wooden contraption in the corner, breasts jiggling as she went. When she had unfolded it, it transformed into a futon. I should have offered to help, but I was too busy enjoying the indescribably erotic scene playing out before my eyes. As she bent down to fiddle with the sofa bed, her heavy boobs hung down and swayed this way and that, competing for my attention with her the sight of her curvy bum.

While she wasn’t looking, I rubbed the stiffness in my trousers, and it felt divine. She looked across at me and I quickly pretended to scratch the top of my leg, guiltily. She gave me a coy smile and beckoned me to come over. Continue reading Sexy Housewarming 2

Having Sex On Ecstasy – The Bedroom

After our foreplay, we made our way upstairs.

Once inside the bedroom I stripped quickly and joined her on the bed as she was removing her bra. I stared at her massive tits as they bounced down, unfettered. Two large, milky white globes of bouncy goodness, tipped with light brown nipples. Christ, I had to get my hands on those!

Sitting next to her I kissed her again and my hand went to one of those boobs. Cupping it, I marvelled at how firm it was. It was too big for my hand, but it was perfect. If I had to design and manufacture a breast, it would look and feel like this one. The next thing I knew, I was lifting her heavy breast and sucking greedily on her nipple, while her hand searched for my stiff cock. When her fingers closed round it, I realised how hard I had become. I bet I could batter a door down with that, I thought to myself inanely. The thought made me chuckle and that made me laugh uproariously. Continue reading Having Sex On Ecstasy – The Bedroom

Blowjob On A Plane

I’d seen her in the airport departure lounge, walking towards a table in one of the cafes. She was probably in her early twenties, was only slightly chubby and was buxom with it. She had on some jeans and the black top she was wearing was figure hugging; it covered her right shoulder, but left the other bare. As she walked, her breasts wobbled precariously and her top revealed enough of her left breast to keep me riveted. I couldn’t help but fantasize about it falling out somehow. Maybe if she ran, or something. The image of a blancmange wobbling in a mould came to mind. A tit shaped mould. Continue reading Blowjob On A Plane