Cyber Fuck
By SLynneL as Soul of a Poet aka S.O.A.P.
Stella signed into her Skype account- ‘Foxylox1968’ and waited for his notification to appear.
There it was, a viewer request from ‘Slick69’, a corny screen-name she acknowledged, but from their over 12 months of ‘Instant Message’ conversations, he seemed like an okay dude. Many conversations and much in common later, they had become close, cyber-friends.
Never having conversed with him via ‘cam’ before, she was a little nervous, but excited moreso than anything.
She accepted the request, and within seconds, there she was staring at his live, streaming image on cyberspace. “Hey,” she said out loud to him, the first ‘visual-verbal’ exchange since they’d come into connection.
“Hey baby,” he replied on her monitor. “Wow, you look good, just like your pictures.”
“As do you,” she replied smiling. He was a nerdy kind of handsome, a mocha colored, bald brother with glasses, with a perfectly neat mustache and beard. There was a soft sadness in his eyes that was both haunting and sexy at the same time. “I can’t believe we are finally seeing each other after all this time messaging back and forth.”
“I’ve wanted to see your sexy ass in person for a long time now,” he said into the camera. “Our schedules have yet to work out, but I guess this will have to do for now,” he added strong emphasis on the word now. “So, do I get to see those titties?” he asked, getting to straight to business.
All she was wearing was a black ‘wife beater’ tank top. She had already removed her panties, but Slick couldn’t yet see that, as her laptop was on her lap. She gave him a playfully, seductive grin. “Of course you can,” she replied, and removed her top to expose her bare chest. Her tits were nothing newsworthy, average 36C breasts, that gravity was playing cruel jokes on. But her dark, thick nipples on her caramel colored skin were hard and erect, and she FELT sexy. She smiled into the camera as she bared herself naked for him, for the first time. “You like?” she asked.
“No dammit, I love!” he replied emphatically.
She noticed him lick his lips with desire, “So what do I get to see?” she asked.
“Baby you know I will gladly show you whatever you want to see.”
“I want to see IT.” She said looking hungrily at his image on camera.
He chuckled as he obliged, knowing full well what IT was, he positioning the camera on his long, thick, already-hard-cock for her to view.
“Mmmmmm…… yummy,” she said licking her lips at his visual. She’d seen it before in pics they’d texted back and forth to each other, but seeing it in ‘real time’ was something different. Far more exciting. She watched as he gently stroked it, showing off its length and girth.
“You want some of this baby?”
“Yes!” she answered excitedly, lightly touching her own excited kitty. It was throbbing and becoming increasingly wet by the second.
“Let me see it,” he commanded.
She adjusted the view of her laptop cam to show him her hungry vagina.
“Oh shit,” he replied excitedly. “Baby I want you.”
“You do?” she pretended not to know. She took his cue and inserted first one finger into her pulsating pussy, while he watched her finger her wetness. The thing about Skype, or ‘cam-to-cam’ interaction, was she could both hear and see his reaction. She loved his look of excitement and desire as she fondled and fingered herself for his pleasure while watching him stroke and fondle himself for hers. But Stella damn near came to orgasm HEARING his grunts and moans as he stroked himself while watching her.
She inserted two, then three fingers inside herself, rhythmically plunged them deep inside and out of her wetness, imagining it was his thick, meaty dick penetrating her. In her my mind, it was he that was fucking her. She was sooooooo wet. Her body was on FIRE with desire and excitement.
“Oh my God baby!” he exclaimed excited by her visual masturbation. “Your pussy is so wet and juicy. I love hearing the sounds it makes as you touch it. I wish I was stroking you with this dick making your pussy make those noises,” he said.
“Mmmmmm………… baby. Me too,” she said. I can only imagine how good that dick would feel.”
“I wanna see that ass,” he demanded.
Once more like the good girl she was, she obliged. She positioned herself on her knees, ass up, ‘doggy-style’ in front of the monitor so that he could clearly view both her ass and pussy, then proceeded to once again finger fuck her juicy cunt while he watched.
“Like this?” she asked spreading her legs a bit wider, giving him a better view of her pink goodness.
“Oh my God YES!” he exclaimed. “I love your sweet ass baby. So fucking sexy,” he said watching her on cam while he imagined himself positioned flush against her juicy ass, his dick plowing deep inside her tight, warm, wet sex-box, while he fucked her good. “You’re gonna make me cum with that shit!”
“I want you to cum! Cum for me daddy!” she commanded. She wiggled her ass for the camera, continuously stroking her soft wetness. “Cum inside this wet pussy motherfucker!” she screamed!
His desire and excitement coming to full boil, he could hold off no longer. “Ahhhhh…!!!! Ahhhhh…..!!!! Oh Got DAYUM!” he exclaimed as he ejactulated hard. “Baby, you just don’t fucking know what you do to me!!”
“Oh shit!!!” exclaimed a third voice, previously unknown
Slick was confused. “What the hell? Who is that?” he asked in labored breaths.
Stella repositioned to the laptop to reveal her husband, who had been sitting across the room as a silent voyeur to their naughty, cyber exchange. “This is my husband, Greg,” she replied as Greg sucked her cum covered fingers with his mouth and squeezed her titties with his hands. He was beyond turned on and ready to fuck her at that point.
Slick had had no clue Stella was married.
“My man wanted to watch the chemistry between me and another man,” she confessed. “He’s kinky like that.” She looked back into the laptop cam. “Maybe you can join us sometime,” she said with a playful grin before closing the laptop.
Cyber-cam sex with Slick had simply been an appetizer preceding a good meal. Her husband Greg was about to both fill her insides and fuck her out of her mind. With Greg, Stella always had more on her plate than she could chew or swallow. He would have no mercy with her.
To be continued………..
CyberFuck Category: Adult
MCN: CZC5E-AQ6GQ-B9Z8T
© copyright 2013-05-05 15:14:28 - All Rights Reserved
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Cyber Fuck
By SLynneL as Soul of a Poet aka S.O.A.P.
Stella signed into her Skype account- ‘Foxylox1968’ and waited for his notification to appear.
There it was, a viewer request from ‘Slick69’, a corny screen-name she acknowledged, but from their over 12 months of ‘Instant Message’ conversations, he seemed like an okay dude. Many conversations and much in common later, they had become close, cyber-friends.
Never having conversed with him via ‘cam’ before, she was a little nervous, but excited moreso than anything.
She accepted the request, and within seconds, there she was staring at his live, streaming image on cyberspace. “Hey,” she said out loud to him, the first ‘visual-verbal’ exchange since they’d come into connection.
“Hey baby,” he replied on her monitor. “Wow, you look good, just like your pictures.”
“As do you,” she replied smiling. He was a nerdy kind of handsome, a mocha colored, bald brother with glasses, with a perfectly neat mustache and beard. There was a soft sadness in his eyes that was both haunting and sexy at the same time. “I can’t believe we are finally seeing each other after all this time messaging back and forth.”
“I’ve wanted to see your sexy ass in person for a long time now,” he said into the camera. “Our schedules have yet to work out, but I guess this will have to do for now,” he added strong emphasis on the word now. “So, do I get to see those titties?” he asked, getting to straight to business.
All she was wearing was a black ‘wife beater’ tank top. She had already removed her panties, but Slick couldn’t yet see that, as her laptop was on her lap. She gave him a playfully, seductive grin. “Of course you can,” she replied, and removed her top to expose her bare chest. Her tits were nothing newsworthy, average 36C breasts, that gravity was playing cruel jokes on. But her dark, thick nipples on her caramel colored skin were hard and erect, and she FELT sexy. She smiled into the camera as she bared herself naked for him, for the first time. “You like?” she asked.
“No dammit, I love!” he replied emphatically.
She noticed him lick his lips with desire, “So what do I get to see?” she asked.
“Baby you know I will gladly show you whatever you want to see.”
“I want to see IT.” She said looking hungrily at his image on camera.
He chuckled as he obliged, knowing full well what IT was, he positioning the camera on his long, thick, already-hard-cock for her to view.
“Mmmmmm…… yummy,” she said licking her lips at his visual. She’d seen it before in pics they’d texted back and forth to each other, but seeing it in ‘real time’ was something different. Far more exciting. She watched as he gently stroked it, showing off its length and girth.
“You want some of this baby?”
“Yes!” she answered excitedly, lightly touching her own excited kitty. It was throbbing and becoming increasingly wet by the second.
“Let me see it,” he commanded.
She adjusted the view of her laptop cam to show him her hungry vagina.
“Oh shit,” he replied excitedly. “Baby I want you.”
“You do?” she pretended not to know. She took his cue and inserted first one finger into her pulsating pussy, while he watched her finger her wetness. The thing about Skype, or ‘cam-to-cam’ interaction, was she could both hear and see his reaction. She loved his look of excitement and desire as she fondled and fingered herself for his pleasure while watching him stroke and fondle himself for hers. But Stella damn near came to orgasm HEARING his grunts and moans as he stroked himself while watching her.
She inserted two, then three fingers inside herself, rhythmically plunged them deep inside and out of her wetness, imagining it was his thick, meaty dick penetrating her. In her my mind, it was he that was fucking her. She was sooooooo wet. Her body was on FIRE with desire and excitement.
“Oh my God baby!” he exclaimed excited by her visual masturbation. “Your pussy is so wet and juicy. I love hearing the sounds it makes as you touch it. I wish I was stroking you with this dick making your pussy make those noises,” he said.
“Mmmmmm………… baby. Me too,” she said. I can only imagine how good that dick would feel.”
“I wanna see that ass,” he demanded.
Once more like the good girl she was, she obliged. She positioned herself on her knees, ass up, ‘doggy-style’ in front of the monitor so that he could clearly view both her ass and pussy, then proceeded to once again finger fuck her juicy cunt while he watched.
“Like this?” she asked spreading her legs a bit wider, giving him a better view of her pink goodness.
“Oh my God YES!” he exclaimed. “I love your sweet ass baby. So fucking sexy,” he said watching her on cam while he imagined himself positioned flush against her juicy ass, his dick plowing deep inside her tight, warm, wet sex-box, while he fucked her good. “You’re gonna make me cum with that shit!”
“I want you to cum! Cum for me daddy!” she commanded. She wiggled her ass for the camera, continuously stroking her soft wetness. “Cum inside this wet pussy motherfucker!” she screamed!
His desire and excitement coming to full boil, he could hold off no longer. “Ahhhhh…!!!! Ahhhhh…..!!!! Oh Got DAYUM!” he exclaimed as he ejactulated hard. “Baby, you just don’t fucking know what you do to me!!”
“Oh shit!!!” exclaimed a third voice, previously unknown
Slick was confused. “What the hell? Who is that?” he asked in labored breaths.
Stella repositioned to the laptop to reveal her husband, who had been sitting across the room as a silent voyeur to their naughty, cyber exchange. “This is my husband, Greg,” she replied as Greg sucked her cum covered fingers with his mouth and squeezed her titties with his hands. He was beyond turned on and ready to fuck her at that point.
Slick had had no clue Stella was married.
“My man wanted to watch the chemistry between me and another man,” she confessed. “He’s kinky like that.” She looked back into the laptop cam. “Maybe you can join us sometime,” she said with a playful grin before closing the laptop.
Cyber-cam sex with Slick had simply been an appetizer preceding a good meal. Her husband Greg was about to both fill her insides and fuck her out of her mind. With Greg, Stella always had more on her plate than she could chew or swallow. He would have no mercy with her.
To be continued………..
CyberFuck Category: Adult
MCN: CZC5E-AQ6GQ-B9Z8T
© copyright 2013-05-05 15:14:28 - All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
JOYRIDE... Do you wanna go for a ride......
JOYRIDE- Do you wanna go for a ride………
They came out of the movie theater and walked to the car. He opened the door for her, let her in, and then walked over to the driver’s side of the car. She quickly slipped her jeans off. He had a mixed look of both confusion and excitement when he got in the car, and saw her sitting bare legged on the seat.
“Baby I thought you were cold,” he said leaning over and turning on the passenger side leather seat warmer.
“I am,” she replied, “I want to feel that heat directly on my ass.” She was full of shit. Her ass was shivering, she was so cold. Cold as she was, she was even HORNIER than that. She wanted HIM far more than she wanted heat. He WAS her heat. She couldn’t wait to get back to his house where she could spread her legs wide open to him and have him all up inside her. She wouldn’t wait. She was ready to get the foreplay going.
She propped up both feet on his dashboard to give him a taste of eye-candy- her smooth, thick, caramel colored thighs, while she slowly stroked the outside of her silk, black panties. She pretended to look nonchalantly out of her window but she was in fact watching his reflection in the glass. He could barely keep his eyes on the road for staring at her. He had a devilish grin of excitement. She hoped he was a good mult-tasker, at least with driving, because she was about to misdirect all his attention.
“Mmmmmm………..,” she let out a long, soft moan as she stroked herself more intently. Her kitty was wet and her clit was throbbing. She slipped her hand inside her panties and began fingering her wetness.
“Oh my God baby!” he said. “You gotta turn that this way so Daddy can see it better.”
“Oh yeah?” she pretended not to have known. She leaned her back up against the passenger door, spread her legs open toward him and gave him a good show as she finger fucked her pulsating pussy. She loved the fire in his eyes. She loved the greedy way he looked at her as if he’d never had it before. But he had. He knew every nook, cranny, crack, and crevice of her body from memory. He’d fucked her in every position possible, in every hole, and fucked her with such an uninhibited raw passion; she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Let me taste it,” he said to her and she obliged. She plunged her fingers in and out as quickly and deeply as she could, making the juices flood. She fed him her wet, cum covered fingers to lick while she used her other to continue to play with her wetness.
“Dammit I want you so bad Staycee,” he said sucking her fingers.
That was all she wanted/needed to hear. She leaned over and began unbuckling his pants. In moments, she had his thick, dick free and it was already rock hard. She wanted to put her mouth on it right then, but couldn’t resist teasing him a little longer. She laid back across the seat and put her feet in his lap and began massaging and fondling his hardness with her feet and toes. She knew how much he adored her feet. She knew this was driving him insane. He let out a long moan, “You know you aint right for this,” he said. “You know how I feel about your feet.”
She climbed back across the seat to him and kissed him on the cheek. “What else do you love baby?” she asked coyly. Her ass already knew.
He kissed her back on the lips, fiercely and passionately.
“I love these lips,” he replied once he stopped for air. “I love the way you kiss me with these lips.” He kissed her again, HARD, as if his tongue having angry sex with hers.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. She placed her head in his lap and began slowing kissing the prize she’d been waiting for all night. She kissed it all over. She licked it all over. She teased it with her tongue. She licked and tickled his balls with her tongue. She heard his soft moans become cuss words, and then she opened her mouth wide and slowly took him in as fully as she could, because he was quite large, both long and thick.
She had him fully erect in her mouth she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, sucking him as he drove. She loved the way he tasted, loved the feeling of that big dick stick in her wet mouth. But what she loved most, were his moans of pleasure and the random shouts of expletives that he made as she sucked him.
They stopped at a red light. “Baby there’s a car next to us, and dude can see us,” he warned.
“So?” she continued her business of sucking him.
“Um, okaaaaay,” he chuckled. There’s a bus full of people pulled up next to us on the other side,” he advised.
“Mm-hm…” she muttered tightening her mouth around his swollen, saturated cock. “I don’t give a damn about that bus; I want you to cum for me.”
“As much as I love, LOVE, what you’re doing, I don’t wanna cum right now. I’m not ready. I’ll cum after I get you home, stroke that pussy up real good, make YOU cum, then open up that tight ass of yours. THEN, I’ll cum.”
She damn near came at the comprehension of his words. She knew he was going to wear her ass out as soon as they got to the house. And she couldn’t wait.
He lifted her face up towards his and kissed her softly. “We are almost at the house, are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked grabbing and holding out his still hardened cock.
She leaned back against the passenger door, and spread her vagina lips open for him to see all her pinkness. It was as juicy and ripe as if it had been fucked already. “Yep, I’m ready for it.”
© April 2013, SLynneLewis as Soul of a Poet. All rights reserved.
Category: Adult
MCN: CMLD2-36Y4V-CK5P7
© copyright 2013-04-30 08:28:52 - All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The Birthday Candle
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“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,” he watched her as she sang her way into the room. It was his 35th birthday, and she had him sitting naked in the living room loveseat waiting for her. She sashayed her way from the kitchen to living room wearing nothing but her birthday suit and a pair of six inch red pumps. She was ten years his senior, but her 45 year old body was beyond sexy. It always made his dick jump to immediate attention. The site of her smooth, mocha complexioned, curvaceous body with ample breasts, small waist, thick thighs, and juicy ass, walking toward him singing Happy Birthday had his manhood swelling with extra attention at that moment. He initially thought she was carrying a cupcake with a candle, but the closer she got to him, he realized it was a can of strawberry cake frosting with a candle in it.
“What you got there mama?” he asked grinning as she got right up on him.
“Time for Big Daddi to blow out his birthday candle and make a wish,” she said sliding out a finger full of the strawberry frosting and taking a long sensuous lick of the sweet cream from her finger with her tongue.
He loved the way she teased him. “I thought Big Daddi was supposed to get cake, that’s just frosting. What kind of wish am I supposed to make with that?” he asked.
She leaned in closer to him purposefully rubbing her 38D breasts again him as she whispered in his ear. “Whatever kind of wish you wanna make baby,” she playfully nibbled ear. “Whatever you wish for is going to come true tonight.”
Just the softness of her lips grazing his ear and her sweet voice were forcing his nature to rise even more. He quickly pulled her soft naked body onto his lap, trying to contain himself from the rush of excitement from her juicy ass on his swollen, throbbing cock. “Okay mama, I’m making my wish,” he said blowing out the candle. “Now what?”
“Now I blow out your candle,” she replied climbing out of his lap and kneeling on the floor in front of him. She removed the candle from the frosting, grabbed his thick, anxious cock and began plunging it back and forth into the heated warm frosting.
“Oh shit baby!” he shouted in surprise. “I didn’t know it was hot. Dayum, that shit feels good,” he said laying his head back and enjoying the feeling of his dick being smothered with warm softness.
“I have to get this dick frosted just right,” she said dipping her fingers into the creamy confection and rubbing a glob of frosting up the shaft. She placed the frosting on the floor next to the loveseat and then began slowly licking his hard, frosted penis with her skilled tongue. She licked him nice and slow- up the shaft, down the shaft, alternating between sucking the head and teasing it with the tip of her tongue. She knew she was driving him crazy. Her goal was always to work him into damn near losing his mind before she pulled him back from the edge and allowed him his sweet surrender.
“Baby, oh my God baby,” he cried out as he felt her move her concentration to his balls, massaging one ball with her fingers while diligently sucking the other with her succulent lips. She felt so damn good. He wanted more yet he wanted to give in at the same time.
Instinctively knowing what he needed, she moved her mouth back to his shaft. She expertly sucked him- her tight, wet fist, and warm, slobbering mouth both going up and down his cock, squeezing his thick manhood, as she brought him closer and closer to pleasure.
He looked her in the eyes as he felt himself succumbing to satisfaction, her big, doe-like eyes looking back up at him, intent on making him cum. Her cute, round face was covered in a mixture of strawberry frosting and slobber. He loved watching the intense passion in her eyes as she sucked him off. “Oh God, Oh God, I’m cumming baby,” he warned her through his heavy, labored breaths. He was giving her the option of taking it in her mouth or pulling it out to squirt elsewhere. She seemed to be fine with taking it in the mouth. So he relaxed, gave in, and allowed the orgasm to take over his body. “Got DAYUM,” he screamed as he released a powerful nut.
Once he finally caught his breath, he noticed her once again holding the can of frosting. “What are you gonna do with that now?” he asked.
Without replying a single word, he watched as she scooped out the entire remaining can of frosting, spread her sweet pussy lips wide open, inserted two fingers full of frosting inside her, and smeared the rest all over her teasing cunt.
He grinned and licked his lips. He was about to get one hell of a sugar rush!!!!
© March 2013 by SLynneLewis as SoulofaPoet. All rights reserved.
MCN: CR89Y-7LPMG-W04U7
© copyright 2013-03-12 21:24:34 - All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
CUM INSIDE S.I.N.
Derrick peeped quietly through the bedroom door at his beautiful sleeping wife. For the past two days, she’d been suffering from a cold. Tonight she had taken a good dose of Nyquil was out for the night. Derrick felt his manhood begin to swell in his pants as he observed the outline of his wife’s bodacious ass underneath the covers. He wanted to have sex. Then as if her subconscious read his mind, she rotated from one side to the other, her full ass wiggling underneath the covers as if teasing him to come and get it. His swelling became more intense. He was beginning to throb with desire. He wanted her so bad. Wanted to slip underneath the covers, feel that juicy round ass in his hands as he slowly massaged his hardened dick against it. He wanted to hear her welcome sighs of arousal as he awakened her, with the seductive foreplay of his hard, swollen cock rubbing intently in between the sweet softness of the crack of her voluptuous ass.
As much as he desired her at that moment, Derrick knew that she needed her rest. He thought about going to the basement to his computer and browsing one of the many, massive booty, big titty, ebony porn websites that he regularly frequented in times such as this. But he knew that tonight he needed more than video images to get him from the slow aching in his pants to the hard release of satisfaction his body needed. Then he thought about her erotic blog.
She called herself S.I.N. (Sexuality In Notes) and Cum Inside S.I.N. was the name of her erotic blog. He had been following her hedonistic tales of passion, seduction, and lust for a few years now and one way or another, whether it was with the wife or solo, they’d always brought him successfully to the finish line. Her stories had few if any boundaries. He’d read wicked tales of sexual escapades from the church pastor having his dick deep-throated and sucked by a seductive parishioner during a counseling session; to the naughty, big tittied babysitter who called her boyfriend and his best friend to come over and keep her company with a raunchy double penetration fuck while the baby sleeps in the next room; to a substitute teacher who loved getting her back blown out in an after school gangbang by the principal, the football coach, and three other teachers in the boys locker room. They were stories that often bordered the unacceptable or taboo, not because they didn’t happen, but because they were subjects that decent people refused to speak about. Decent and upstanding as he was, Derrick loved reading the sexcapades.
When Derrick pulled up the blogsite, the first thing he noticed was S.I.N.’s picture. She wasn’t a beautiful woman by any stretch of the imagination, but her picture, the naked, soft, caramel skin woman hugging herself to hide her breasts always made his dick jump to immediate attention. Her eyes were both innocent and seductive at the same time as if she were too shy to articulate aloud, yet subconsciously begging you to give her your swollen cock and fuck the proverbial shit out her, but then keep it a secret as if she didn’t want anyone to know her naughty tales of freakdom. Her plain face was one he probably wouldn’t have noticed, had she been a random stranger he passed on the street. But here, she exuded sexiness and his mind raced with wonder at what it would be like to face-fuck, titty-fuck, ass-fuck, and deep-thrust pussy fuck a woman with such uninhibited thoughts. He fantasized about how those thick, smooth, caramel legs wrapped tightly around his back would feel as he slowly plunged deep inside and out of her juicy, warm, flooding pussy.
Derrick unbuckled and unzipped his pants in one swift motion allowing his thick, swollen cock to be free. His held the pulsating manhood in his hand, began sliding his hands up and down the thick shaft. Instantaneous and subconsciously, he grabbed the KY oil from the side drawer and squeezed out an overly generous amount into his hand and onto his thick dick, saturating it well. He slid his drenched fist up and down his hardness as he read an erotic tale about a handsome husband and sexy wife picking up a male stranger at a bar and taking him back to their hotel room for a naughty night of pleasure. The husband watched and videoed his pretty wife on all fours on the bed, slow sucking the random stranger’s dick before then taking him inside her ass as he merciless fucked her. Derrick’s dick grew harder and thicker as he read how she cried out in both pleasure and pain from his relentless force, all the while her husband yelled out, “Don’t stop! Fuck that cunt’s wet pussy!! She likes it rough, like that,” further enticing the stranger to thrust deeper and harder into her glove-fitting asshole.
Derrick stroked himself faster and more intently as he read about how the two men wildly, deep-stroked and double penetrated the wife’s pussy and ass, fucking her like she was some random ho off the street. Derrick would never dream of treating his wife in such a manner, yet he loved the images that the seductive words in the blog portrayed in his mind. They excited him. All the while he sat there stroking himself off, he imagined that he was the husband, plunging deep inside the wife’s dripping wet pussy while the stranger penetrated her ass from behind.
He could feel himself swelling to full capacity as the husband plunged himself deep inside her sloshing wetness. “Take this dick bitch, take all this muthafuckin’ dick inside your nasty ass,” he said before pulling out and squirting his creamy nut all over her stomach, while the stranger continued to fuck her in the ass. That was all Derrick needed. He too, succumbed to the feelings of pleasure and nutted all over his own hands. He came HARD!!!
“Got damn!!!!” he cried out as his warm cum shot out uncontrollably. His heart was racing as if he’d run a marathon. He was sweaty, and out of breath as if he’d really been blowing someone’s back out. He loved it when he was able to get one off like this.
Derrick cleaned himself up, shut down his computer, went back upstairs and cuddled against his warm wife and fell fast asleep.
© Feb. 2013, SLynneLewis as Soul of a Poet, All rights reserved. Inspired by D.M.- thanks for the MOJO!!!!
Derrick peeped quietly through the bedroom door at his beautiful sleeping wife. For the past two days, she’d been suffering from a cold. Tonight she had taken a good dose of Nyquil was out for the night. Derrick felt his manhood begin to swell in his pants as he observed the outline of his wife’s bodacious ass underneath the covers. He wanted to have sex. Then as if her subconscious read his mind, she rotated from one side to the other, her full ass wiggling underneath the covers as if teasing him to come and get it. His swelling became more intense. He was beginning to throb with desire. He wanted her so bad. Wanted to slip underneath the covers, feel that juicy round ass in his hands as he slowly massaged his hardened dick against it. He wanted to hear her welcome sighs of arousal as he awakened her, with the seductive foreplay of his hard, swollen cock rubbing intently in between the sweet softness of the crack of her voluptuous ass.
As much as he desired her at that moment, Derrick knew that she needed her rest. He thought about going to the basement to his computer and browsing one of the many, massive booty, big titty, ebony porn websites that he regularly frequented in times such as this. But he knew that tonight he needed more than video images to get him from the slow aching in his pants to the hard release of satisfaction his body needed. Then he thought about her erotic blog.
She called herself S.I.N. (Sexuality In Notes) and Cum Inside S.I.N. was the name of her erotic blog. He had been following her hedonistic tales of passion, seduction, and lust for a few years now and one way or another, whether it was with the wife or solo, they’d always brought him successfully to the finish line. Her stories had few if any boundaries. He’d read wicked tales of sexual escapades from the church pastor having his dick deep-throated and sucked by a seductive parishioner during a counseling session; to the naughty, big tittied babysitter who called her boyfriend and his best friend to come over and keep her company with a raunchy double penetration fuck while the baby sleeps in the next room; to a substitute teacher who loved getting her back blown out in an after school gangbang by the principal, the football coach, and three other teachers in the boys locker room. They were stories that often bordered the unacceptable or taboo, not because they didn’t happen, but because they were subjects that decent people refused to speak about. Decent and upstanding as he was, Derrick loved reading the sexcapades.
When Derrick pulled up the blogsite, the first thing he noticed was S.I.N.’s picture. She wasn’t a beautiful woman by any stretch of the imagination, but her picture, the naked, soft, caramel skin woman hugging herself to hide her breasts always made his dick jump to immediate attention. Her eyes were both innocent and seductive at the same time as if she were too shy to articulate aloud, yet subconsciously begging you to give her your swollen cock and fuck the proverbial shit out her, but then keep it a secret as if she didn’t want anyone to know her naughty tales of freakdom. Her plain face was one he probably wouldn’t have noticed, had she been a random stranger he passed on the street. But here, she exuded sexiness and his mind raced with wonder at what it would be like to face-fuck, titty-fuck, ass-fuck, and deep-thrust pussy fuck a woman with such uninhibited thoughts. He fantasized about how those thick, smooth, caramel legs wrapped tightly around his back would feel as he slowly plunged deep inside and out of her juicy, warm, flooding pussy.
Derrick unbuckled and unzipped his pants in one swift motion allowing his thick, swollen cock to be free. His held the pulsating manhood in his hand, began sliding his hands up and down the thick shaft. Instantaneous and subconsciously, he grabbed the KY oil from the side drawer and squeezed out an overly generous amount into his hand and onto his thick dick, saturating it well. He slid his drenched fist up and down his hardness as he read an erotic tale about a handsome husband and sexy wife picking up a male stranger at a bar and taking him back to their hotel room for a naughty night of pleasure. The husband watched and videoed his pretty wife on all fours on the bed, slow sucking the random stranger’s dick before then taking him inside her ass as he merciless fucked her. Derrick’s dick grew harder and thicker as he read how she cried out in both pleasure and pain from his relentless force, all the while her husband yelled out, “Don’t stop! Fuck that cunt’s wet pussy!! She likes it rough, like that,” further enticing the stranger to thrust deeper and harder into her glove-fitting asshole.
Derrick stroked himself faster and more intently as he read about how the two men wildly, deep-stroked and double penetrated the wife’s pussy and ass, fucking her like she was some random ho off the street. Derrick would never dream of treating his wife in such a manner, yet he loved the images that the seductive words in the blog portrayed in his mind. They excited him. All the while he sat there stroking himself off, he imagined that he was the husband, plunging deep inside the wife’s dripping wet pussy while the stranger penetrated her ass from behind.
He could feel himself swelling to full capacity as the husband plunged himself deep inside her sloshing wetness. “Take this dick bitch, take all this muthafuckin’ dick inside your nasty ass,” he said before pulling out and squirting his creamy nut all over her stomach, while the stranger continued to fuck her in the ass. That was all Derrick needed. He too, succumbed to the feelings of pleasure and nutted all over his own hands. He came HARD!!!
“Got damn!!!!” he cried out as his warm cum shot out uncontrollably. His heart was racing as if he’d run a marathon. He was sweaty, and out of breath as if he’d really been blowing someone’s back out. He loved it when he was able to get one off like this.
Derrick cleaned himself up, shut down his computer, went back upstairs and cuddled against his warm wife and fell fast asleep.
© Feb. 2013, SLynneLewis as Soul of a Poet, All rights reserved. Inspired by D.M.- thanks for the MOJO!!!!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
SINS OF S.O.A.P. ~Journal Entry #2- Fucking a Married Man
SINS OF S.O.A.P. JOURNAL ENTRIES
Journal Entry #2 Fucking a Married Man
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Most married women consider a chick like me, to be their worst nightmare. I don’t get that. You won’t fuck him and you don’t think somebody else will? On the rare and special occasions that you do give up the ass, you have restrictions: “Don’t mess up my hair”, “No penetration back there”, “Hurry up, I gotta get some sleep” “Not too loud, the noise might wake up the kids” “You can’t touch me right here in public, somebody might see” Etc, etc….. You have so many NO’s it’s a wonder you two had children. Dayum, it’s no wonder he found me appetizing, your man was damn near starved. And hell yeah I fed his ass. He hadn’t had unconditional pussy like this since BEFORE you two were married. Does that make sense?
Yeah, I took pity on your malnourished mate and gave him what he needed. What he needed. Whenever he needed it. However he needed it- the sustenance his body craved.
I easily entice him swaying my thick hips as I walk by wearing stilettos, a tight, short skirt, and an off-the-shoulder top. Things you won’t wear because you’re afraid of looking even the slightest bit like a whore. Men love seeing skin. It opens the floodgate to their imagination. I’m eye-candy when you’ve kept him sugar-free.
I let him touch him in public. Let him stroke, fondle, and finger my wetness right there under the dinner booth while I took great pleasure in returning the favor, stroking his thick swelling manhood, forcing him to explode in my hand while we sat there getting drunk on Tequilla. Licking and sucking the sweet juices off each others’ fingers when we are done.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you say, your man wants a lady in the streets and freak in the bed. But you ignore that latter part, won’t even give the man head. I do. I LOVE the taste of his meaty dick in my mouth. My tongue, teasingly swirling all around the tip before greedily licking up and down the length of his shaft. My jaws tightening all around it as I get it wetter and wetter. I can feel it swelling on my tongue. He grabs and holds the back of my head forcing me to take it all, never easing up when I begin to gag. “Oh you just have to tear up baby, because you are going to swallow every muthafucking inch of this dick tonight,” he says plunging his girth further and further down the back of my throat. I love it when he busts his nut in my mouth. Something he says you, his wife, never once, allowed him to do. He loves the way I greedily lick every drop. It’s not long before he begins turning rock hard again and is ready another round.
This time he has me on all fours and penetrates me from behind. I love taking your man’s dick doggystyle. He loves looking at my big, round, caramel colored ass as he hits it from behind. He slaps my ass cheeks as he thrusts inside me, furthering his penetration with each thick stroke. SLAP!!! “Whose pussy is this?”
I don’t answer quick enough.
SLAP!!! “Bitch, I asked whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” I cry out taking his deep, forceful thrusts in my wet, gushing vagina as his thighs slap hard against my ass.
The truth is, it aint really his pussy because I like dick waaaaay too much to limit myself to just one. I’m only fucking him because you won’t. And frankly with all the good-ass dick your man’s got, SOMEBODY’S gotta do it. May as well be me.
*Note: All SINS OF S.O.A.P. Journal Entries are purely fictional- for entertainment purposes ONLY.
© SLynneL as Soul of a Poet November 2012 All rights reserved.
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