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Sasha led me to the hotel suite bedroom. When we approached the doorway, we stopped and began kissing. She lay one hand on my shoulder and the other on my crotch. Her kiss and touch made me rock hard. She stopped kissing me and informed me that this was where she was going to fuck me.

“This is the bed that I’m going to fuck you in. Does that turn you on?”

A simple yes seemed too obvious an answer for such a hot question, but it was all that I could muster. She had now slipped her hand inside my pants and was massaging my dick.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

I was so turned on; I became euphoric. She unzipped my pants with her other hand, and I removed my pants and underwear. Sasha grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and grinded her body against my cock. She then grasped my neck and throat with one hand very tightly as she unbuttoned my shirt with the other.

“You are going to do whatever I say; do you understand?” she asked.

I nodded yes. She clenched my throat even tighter.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She removed my shirt.

“I am going to fuck you all night long. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder!”

“I want you to fuck me!”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes.”

Say it!”

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

Sasha walked behind me and began to caress my cock again. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck and her body pressing up against mine. As she stroked my cock with her left hand, she placed her index and middle finger of her right hand into my mouth. As I licked her fingers, she licked the back of my neck and then began biting it.

Without warning, she removed her wet fingers from my mouth and slowly placed them in my ass. I had never felt like that before. I was so excited. She began to jerk me off while she was fingering my ass. I was completely naked, yet she was fully clothed. Sasha was in control.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

I tried as hard as I could not to cum, but she was exciting me at a whole new level. I shot all over Sasha’s hand and onto the floor. As I stood there in wonder, Sasha retrieved my belt from my pants, which lay on the floor.

“Put your arms behind your back.”

I did. She wrapped my leather belt around both my wrists and tightened the belt to where I could not move.

“Lay on the floor.”

I was in an awkward position, but I did as she said. I couldn’t imagine what else she would to me. I just wanted more and more. As I lay on the floor, she began lighting candles about the room. She turned off the lights, but I could see her in the candlelights.

She was wearing an innocently short summer dress with fishnet hose and black heels. She put on some sexy music and showed me a bottle of champagne and strawberries and chocolate. She danced in front of me and felt herself while she did. She then stood over me and danced. I could see that her fishnet hose stopped at her thighs and were fastened to garters that led straight to heaven. Sasha then began a strip tease.

I couldn’t do anything but lie there and watch. She removed her dress and threw it across the room. She then removed her bra. I was yearning to touch her. She then placed her right heel on my chest and danced up and down. She danced over my body and would tease me by bending over with her beautiful ass in my face and her long dark hair in my crotch. She spanked her own ass.

I was harder antalya escort than I had ever been before. Slowly she removed her heels. She slowly pulled off her fishnet hose and then she was completely nude. She continued to dance to the music.

She opened the champagne and would place her index finger in and out of the bottle, then lick them. She poured champagne on her breasts and wiped it off with her fingers. She placed her fingers in my mouth. I sucked them just as I wanted her to suck my cock.

Sasha then stood over me and poured champagne down her leg. She placed her toes in my mouth and I licked them as the champagne came cascading down her leg over her toes and into my mouth.

We looked into each other’s eyes. She was getting off on controlling me, and I was getting off on being controlled. As she continued to pour slowly, and as I continued to lick her toes, she began dipping strawberries in chocolate. She strattled me and began to lick the chocolate off of the strawberries. She bit into them and the juice laced her lips. Sasha would tease me with the strawberries by placing them close to my mouth, and just as I would try to bite it, she would pull it away.

“Don’t be so greedy. Do you like being tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to stick that big raging hard-on inside of me?”

“God, yes.”

“Are you going to make me scream?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“I’m going to stick my big cock inside you.”

“Yeah, what else?”

“And I’m going to make you scream.”

“Am I going to beg you to stop?”

“Yeah. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to beg me to stop.”

“Ooh, I’m getting hot just thinking about that.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?”

“You know I do.”

“If I let you go, are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to lick it first?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to bend me over and shove your dick in my ass?”

“I’m going to lick it; then I’m going to fuck it.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself. What makes you think I am going to let you go?”

“Oh, you want to let me go. You can’t wait to have your ass fucked.”

“Really? Are you going to do it? Are you going to fuck my ass good?”

“Yeah. I’m going to fuck you so good.”

“Ooh. Well, maybe I don’t want to be fucked right now. Maybe I want to fuck you. How would you like that, huh? Why don’t I just find my big black cock and fuck you with it?”

“Huh?”

“That’s right. That’s what I feel like doing right now. I think I’ll bend you over and fuck you right up your ass. Get up!”

I had been duped. I was so ready to penetrate Sasha’s perfect ass, but it appeared as if it was going to be me who was going to be fucked. Sasha led me over to the bed and unbuckled my hands. She slowly strapped on a belt with a long black dildo attached. I couldn’t believe she was serious.

“Bend over,” she commanded. “Do it!”

I bent over the mattress with my back turned to her. Sasha began to lick my ass and finger it as she had done before. I was in a state of wonderment.

Slowly, she began inserting her cock inside my ass. I clutched the bedsheets. Very slowly, in and out, she began to fuck me. As my ass got wetter and wetter, she fucked me a little harder. Her cock felt so good. The pain released all of the endorphins in my brain that controlled my ecstasy. I was euphoric.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sasha asked.

I couldn’t speak. As antalyadaspor.com she continued fucking me, she spanked my ass.

“Oh, yeah. You like being fucked by a woman, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Say it!”

“No, don’t stop.”

“Louder!”

“Don’t’ stop. Just fuck me. I love it when you fuck me.”

Sasha would pull my hair, scratch my back, and spank me at different intervals as she took me. We were both sweating; our bodies were wet with sex. In and out she pumped. I cried out in ecstasy as she pulled my hair harder and pumped my ass faster.

She was like a machine.

“Yeah,” she said. “You are a good fuck. I love watching my cock pound your sexy white ass. Uh. Take that cock. Uh.”

“Oh, God, Sasha,” I cried. “I love it. I’ll do anything for you.”

“You’re damn right you will, slut,” she exclaimed. Her fingernails, which were clutching my ass cheeks, released, and she removed her long black cock from my ass. “Turn over,” she ordered.

I laid on my back on the floor.

“Get your god damn legs up in the air. I want to fuck your ass some more.”

I bent my knees and raised my legs. Sasha stood over me and looked deep into my eyes. I looked away only briefly to see her black phallus with my own juices staring me in the face.

“Isn’t it gorgeous,” she said as she rubbed her hand down the shaft. She crouched over my exposed ass, and she used both hands to drive the cock straight down into my ass. As she imbedded the dildo deep into my ass and sat on me, she grabbed my cock, which was now hers. She looked as if she really had a cock. Sasha grabbed my cock and aimed it down towards my face. A small drop of pre-cum dropped, as if in slow motion, onto my cheek. I could not move, nor did I want to.

“Ooooh. My cock is so hard,” she said as she began jacking it. “Do you like my cock?”

“Yes, “ I screamed as the dildo was lodged in me.

“Do you love my cock,” she asked calmly.

“Yes.”

“Say it.

“I love your cock, Sasha.”

“Do you want me to cum for you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to cum on your face?”

“Yes, please. Please cum on my face, Sasha.”

“Beg me for it,” she said sternly as she pumped my ass, licked her lips, and grasped my long firm cock.

“Please cum on my face, Sasha.”

“Do you want to taste my cum? Do you want me to cum right in your mouth?”

“Oh, God yes.” I lifted my head up to try my best to suck HER cock. My mouth wouldn’t quite reach the head of her cock, but I was oh, so close.

“Oooh. You want that cum so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to let you have it. I’m going to make my cock cum all over you. Do you want it.”

The pressure of the dildo brought tears to my eyes. “Yes,” I sobbed. I looked straight into the eyes of her cock, and as I focused in on it, I felt a warm rush jolt through my body. I opened my mouth wide so I could accept all of Sasha’s cum. The hot white liquid gushed into my mouth, onto my tongue, and deep into my throat.

“Take it, bitch,” she said as she jacked her cock. “Swallow that cum like a good little slut.”

Her cock kept injecting me with cum. As my mouth filled, she wiggled my cock around in a slow revolution so the remaining cum would splash my face.

I could not believe being fucked by a woman would be so erotic. Sasha was far from through with me.

From behind the bed, Sasha grabbed her fishnet stockings and tied my hands to the bedposts.

“Are you ready to fuck my pussy?”

“Not yet,” I said.

“What?”

“I want to eat it.”

“Oh, you want to eat it? Well, that can be arranged.”

Sasha stood over me, then got on her knees and smothered my face with her pussy. I finally got to taste the hottest pussy I had ever tasted. I wanted it so bad. She ground her cunt into my mouth, and I tongued her forever. She began to really get off on my tongue.

“Oh, my God! Yes!”

Sasha’s thighs squeezed my face. Her muscles were taut. My face could not escape this wonderful jail. She began to ride my face up and down, back and forth.

“Oh, yes. Oh, my God!”

Sasha clutched the cast iron bedposts and rode and rode and rode.

“I think I’m going to cum. Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum all over your face.”

I licked harder and harder. I wanted her orgasm.

“Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, lick it! Lick it! Yes! Eat it! Eat that pussy! You like it don’t you? Ahhhhhhhh!”

Sasha’s wetness covered my face. She came all over my face and I loved it. She wanted even more. She turned around and placed her ass in my face. I was helpless.

“Lick my ass. Lick it, now!”

I began to lick her beautiful ass. I raised my head up into her ass and ran my tongue inside both of her cheeks. Sasha sat comfortably on my face and caressed herself while running her fingers thorough her hair. This happened for a long time until she decided she wanted to dominate me even more.

“Get on all fours,” she said as she untied me.

I did as she said and as I did, she placed the stockings in my mouth. She then got a riding crop and slapped my ass.

“I want you to scream when I hit your ass. And whatever you do, don’t spit out my stockings. I want to hear your muffled screams in my stockings.”

Sasha hit my ass hard with the riding crop. When I didn’t scream, she hit me harder.

“Scream, I said.”

I let out a shriek as the blows stung my ass. She was not only controlling me physically. She was controlling me mentally.

“Call out my name.”

I did.

“Louder.”

I yelled Sasha’s name louder.

“Say my name louder and tell me that you want to fuck me!”

“Sasha, I want to fuck you,” I screamed.

“Louder God Damn It!”

“I want to fuck you, Sasha!”

“That’s it. Now, I’m going to remove this gag, and you are going to fuck me. Do you understand?”

She spanked me. I said, “Yes, I understand.”

“You are going to yell my name as you fuck me. Yell it!”

“Sasha!”

“Say you want to fuck me.”

“ I want to fuck you so bad.”

Sasha lay down on the bed, and I immediately swooped down on top of her and entered her. I had never fucked someone for so long and so hard before. I slowed down and she got up off the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and she strattled me. She began riding my cock feverishly.

“Say my name.”

“Oh, fuck me, Sasha. You are the best. Ride that cock.”

The sweat on us both was incredibly sexy. I picked Sasha up. I stood up and held Sasha by her ass as she continued to fuck me in the strattled position. We looked into each other’s eyes as our lips locked. We both got more and more excited.

“Oh, yes,” we both screamed.

Together, we exclaimed, “Oh, my God!”

Sasha said, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your cock. Uh, uh, ahh, ahh!”

Sasha came all over my cock. At that same moment, I exploded deep inside of her. We both screamed and moaned. When we were both empty, I lay backwards on the bed with her on top of me. We were both exhausted. We both grinned as we realized Sasha’s dominant role-playing and my submission. We were the perfect team. Actually, we were both in control the whole time. As we dozed off to sleep, I had Sasha in my arms. Good night, my shugah.

Caroline Finds Out Pt. 04

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“That just made me a little wet, Sean.”

I know I’m not the only person in this world to have ever had a crush on a sibling. And if you are at all like me, or anyone else for that matter you probably remember a moment where that crush went either of one way or another.

In university I had a guy friend that I adored, and wanted to be with sexually. But you don’t want to be wrong about that sort of thing if you’re going to try and make it go forward. He wasn’t the first guy I’d fallen for, but with the other two there was always this moment where I convinced myself I knew that it wasn’t going to happen based on that moment. It could be something someone says, or the way they look at you at a certain moment and you let your brain determine right there and then if it goes any further.

With Joel I knew the day that I seduced him it was going to happen. Our moment came when we were shopping for a meal that we had decided we were going to make instead of going out for dinner when I went to see his new place. As we picked out things, I looked at our basket and said “It looks like we’re getting ready for a date.” It was a throw-away Bayan Escort Gaziantep line if it needed to be. One that I could laugh off if I caught a glimpse of annoyance or discomfort. But he looked in my eye a little longer and said “then we should get some wine.” So I slept with Joel. Because I knew.

Now my sister was sitting across from me in the restaurant, looking me right in the eye and telling me my confession that I had masturbated to the thought of being with her had made her a little wet. And that in just a few seconds, we would have our moment.

“When did you last cum thinking of me, Sean?”

“This afternoon, sis.”

Before this, the evening was comfortable but unpleasant. If she was having any trouble processing what had happened before I left on my trip, she was not going to be denied the courtesy of having whatever information she needed to keep working through it. She had intentionally picked a restaurant nearby in part I think so that neither of us had a retreat, and each of us were at the mercy of a timeline. Once we were seated, there was enough routine to distract, but not enough to interfere.

At first it was manageable. It was a lot of questions about us growing up, and really a lot of questions about when I became sexually active (she had guessed it right), the sorts of girls I was attracted to (physically, emotionally), whether I’d been with a guy before (she was the first person I ever knew so closely that I shared that with) a litany of questions about pornography, and sexual interests that I may have that veered outside the normal bounds and whether my sex life with my wife was 100% satisfying, I didn’t ask a thing. I didn’t want to know, but I also thought I knew. All I could do was answer. Order. Wait. Answer. Eat. Wait. Answer. A part of me hoped that I would wear her out. That she would run out of questions and by the sheer power of honesty and openness, I could somehow get out of this without her wondering about, well, us.

The bill arrived, she paid on our behalf and we were about to leave.

“Just one last question, Sean. Maybe two.”

“Sure.”

“Have you ever masturbated thinking about being with me?”

I didn’t have to answer. I wasn’t expecting that question, so I had made the mistake of letting down my guard and looking her in the eye when she asked. She would have watched my face flush as my lips quivered. My entire body said yes. And I got hard. I didn’t have to answer but I did.

“Yes.”

“That just made me a little wet, Sean.”

She went to get up, but hesitated in the process. The effect was to have her half leaning over the table, even closer to me than before.

“When did you last cum thinking of me, Sean?”

“This afternoon.”

She stood beside me and offered her hand to help me up. If she had looked she would have known. If she looked I didn’t know. She led me, arm-in-arm out of the restaurant and hailed a cab. Inside she sat close to me. She gave her address, the driver started the fare and we were on our way.

“Can I tell you something, Sean? It isn’t as much a question as it will seem.”

I nodded. She leaned towards me.

“Is it wrong that the panties you’ve made so wet, are the ones you came in while thinking of me?”

She didn’t need to say that. I knew back at the restaurant that we had our moment. By the time we got in the cab, everything else was just noise. She knew. I knew. Something was going to happen, and I thought I was ready.