My Most Daring Nude Exhibition

From her perspective: After pushing him over onto his back, I let the weight of my body rest against his pelvis, feeling his cock harden while the width of my hips forces his knees apart, all the while kissing him, probing deeply with my tongue, one hand on his shoulder and the other cradling his head. He wasn't going anywhere and I felt no resistance to my gyrating hips dry humping him. Slowly our lips part and I lean in to his ear whispering, "I'm going to peg you", "Yeah..." he answered raggedly, it was time and we both knew it. With his acceptance, I say, "I want you to be open for me when I fill you with my cock." I love to be verbally dominate, especially when I want to peg a man. And it's incredibly exciting when it's his first time. This was the moment and I wasted no time, my hands were sure and strong as I undid his jeans, his dick rising up to meet my hand. I pulled his briefs and jeans off. Once he was fully naked, I stood bac

As I have mentioned, I enjoy the sight of some random guy screwing my wife. On one occasion Emma went with me to select her prey. We dressed her up in suitably slutty, more smart slut really. We decided on a salmon coloured really short minidress, low-cut front and back showing just enough of her assets. A pair of fishnet stockings and high heels too. We decided on a trip to Winchester as I knew plenty of pubs there. I parked the car on the roadside and went in first, bought myself a pint and made my way to a corner table. A few minutes later Emm sauntered in looking oh so desirable. As I expected, Emma received a few lecherous glances as she walked in. She hopped onto a high stool at the bar and ordered herself a white wine. Before she could even open her purse, a guy stepped forward to pay. She thanked him and they indulged in what I would assume was general chit-chat. The guy was joined by another man, from the handshakes he appeared to be a good friend. He was introduced to Emm a

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I had nothing but my thoughts and they were difficult to calm. When I wasn't imagining being a 24/7 latex gimp, all I could think of was the edging session earlier in the day. Every time I moved I was aware of my latex second skin and my bondage. My cock just wouldn't let me rest. I slept eventually and fitfully. I woke many times during the night with no idea of how long I had been asleep and no idea what time it was. Each time it seemed to take an age to drift off again. The fifth or sixth time I got a little bit worried. Where was she? Was she coming back? How could I get out? I wrestled briefly in my bonds before trying to calm myself. She would be back, I knew that but the tiny seed of doubt had been planted. I couldn't get back to sleep. I lay there in the inky blackness and deafening silence praying for her return. My life was literally in her hands. I was utterly dependent on her. It occurred to me that it went deeper than my current predicament. I was committed t

"Uuuhh what the fuck...?" I groaned, disoriented. It felt as if my head was made of eggshells, cracked open without any care. I opened my eyes for a split second. Bad idea. I let out a low groan as a bright light drowned my body, the striking orange radiating even through my closed eyelids. The warmth on my body suggested it was sunlight but from the luminance of it, it was if the sun was right beside me. I was wrapped in what felt like a cloud; the mattress beneath me and the bedding draped across the lower half of my body was strange, too soft and too delicate to be my own. I turned my head to the side and could smell a subtle, lingering floral fragrance on my pillow. My eyes still closed, I stretched out my right arm, sliding it across the delicate bedsheet and blindly looked for answers, but found nothing beside me. I blinked a few times. My eyes slowly became unstuck and I attempted to open them again, squinting a little but finding the light more and more tolerable. B

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