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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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Half way up to our floor, Jill had a little accident, losing control of her bladder and pissing her panties. I watched in a mixture of distaste and dismay as her pee soaked into the stockings she wore and the stain worked its way down towards her shoes. I consoled myself with the thought that at least she hadn't puked all over the elevator floor. Somehow I got the drunken pair down the corridor and into our apartment without calling any attention to us.
I assisted my wife into the bathroom, closely followed by her weaving sister, who told me to get out and let her take care of things. I left them alone and did my best to calm down, a nice big slug of bourbon helping me along. The shower went on and stayed on for the longest time. Finally I knocked on the door and when there was no answer I entered to discover a half naked Paula sleeping it off on the tiled floor.
My wife was out cold in the shower, sitting against the wall with the water cascading down on her naked body. She was in such a position that there was no way she would drown. I turned off the water and decided the best thing to do was to leave this pair of drunks to sober up on their own. On the way out I couldn't help but notice the condition of Paula's pussy, swollen and an angry red color, evidence that she'd been doing the nasty with person or persons unknown. I was afraid to check my wife for fear that she had the same telltale signs. I was becoming a firm believer in don't ask, and maybe it will go away.
The next morning I awoke to a silent apartment. Fearing the worst, I stuck my head into the bathroom but it was empty. The sisters were in the other room, under the covers, sound asleep. After a quick shave and shower, I dressed and headed out the door after setting the alarm to go off in fifteen minutes. Work was the usual pain in the ass, but at least I didn't have to listen to those two either stonewalling me or lying about where and what happened over the weekend.
Neither was home when I returned, not too surprising. Jill rarely beat me home and Paula's hours at the gym, or was it the spa, were never the same from day to day. Another hour passed and a call to Jill's work number produced a message stating she was gone for the day. Two bourbons later I was feeling no pain, and must have fallen asleep in my chair with the TV on. The next thing I knew I was having this hot sex dream with my favorite porn starlet, Tina Tighttwat, on her knees, head bobbing up and down as she sucked my hard cock and juggled my big, tight balls as she hummed away. Without any warning her grip on my nutsack increased to the point that it started to hurt.
I awoke to the sound of giggles and realized that my cock was out of my pants, just a second before it spurted all over my freshly cleaned trousers. Paula and Jill were convulsed with laughter at what they had caused. I for one was both humiliated and annoyed at what they had done. Paula took no prisoners, telling me that I was some kind of a pervert who could cum in his pants when he had a chance to fuck not one but two hot pieces of ass who were just about to wake him up. I was mortified. They sure knew how to throw me off the track; being so busy cleaning myself up that I forgot to ask where they had been for all this time.
They made me wait while they jumped into the shower and took their time cleaning up while I tried to get the cum stains out of my trousers. To make it worse they both came out stark naked and informed me that they were going to bed unsatisfied because someone they knew couldn't control his urges. Later as I slipped between the covers of my empty bed, I could hear them giggling and the bedsprings creaking as they no doubt were having some girl-girl sex. I was even too tired by now to get myself off by hand, especially after what had happened less than an hour ago.
They were still in bed when I awoke and prepared for another day of being brutalized by my new female superviser, a recent graduate of a very prestigious university who was obviously being groomed for bigger and better things. She was in her early twenties, dressed smartly and had a very good figure, even evident in spite of the business suits she favored. Yesterday I had spent half my day in her office explaining my job and how it meshed with the department she was now overseeing. Late that afternoon, just before closing time, she had finally removed her jacket. She was packing a set of major league tits, that was for sure.
As I took my leave, she commented that perhaps if I spent more time after hours working on improving my job description and devising ways to improve my value to the organzation, things would go better for me. For some strange reason all I could think of was tearing off her clothes and nailing her on top of her big desk after hours, rather than burden myself with the nonsense she was spouting. This really bugged me to be reacting this way when I remembered that I had two hot pieces of ass living with me. Then reality reared its ugly head and I also realized that the amount of pussy I was getting from the sisters was falling off rapidly.
Arriving home I found a message from Jill on the answering machine. She and Paula had decided to do some shopping after work and I was on my own. They'd probably be home sometime after ten, and in no mood for any fooling around, so I raided the fridge and discovered nothing to eat. What else was new? I ordered some take-out and once it arrived, I hunkered down in front of the tube and watched the news and some sports before calling it a day. That new boss of mine, Ms Lauren Manning, was wearing me out. Just before I fell asleep I wondered what she looked like naked.
The following evening the sisters took some pity on me and suggested that tomorrow evening we meet in my room for a round of fucking and sucking. I was so happy at the prospect of getting some pussy that I overlooked the remark about "my room". I planned to have words with my wife about that at another time. That night I had a sex dream about my new boss and it was choice.
We were at the office after everyone had gone home. One thing led to another and Ms. Manning stripped down to her undies and asked me what I thought of her body. All I could do was stare at her big tits filling that half cup bra to capacity and beyond, and her bikini panties that featured a sheer crotch showing her bald pussy with its fat cunt lips and a clit the size of a walnut and still growing. After she stepped out of her heels I realized she was perhaps five feet even, no where near what I thought her to be when she was clad in one of her business suits.
Her eyes grew wide when I pulled off my clothing and she got a look at my equipment. I let her take it all in, watching her pink tongue licking her lips in anticipation, and the way her tits were heaving in that bra. I surprised myself by saying that without her suit of armor she looked like just a little girl, a well put together little girl, nothing more. She seemed to cower at my words and I advanced and she started to tremble while she fumbled with her bra and finally opened it to free those melons from its confines. Lauren cupped those beauties and presented them for my inspection.
While I sucked those big bags of fat and made the nipples stiff as glass, Lauren managed to wiggle out of her bikinis and whispered that she was so wet it hurt. Then her hands wrapped around my massive pole and began a two-handed stroking that made my monster cock grow even larger. I sank my teeth into those firm tits and bit down hard, bringing a wimper of lust from her. She began chanting "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...", all the while giving me a terrific hand job that had me ready and eager to screw her senseless.
I backed her against the desk and pushed her onto it, dislodging most of the stuff covering it. Her legs opened wide and I could see the pussy cream beginning to ooze from between her fat, crimson cunt lips. She was hot and begging for my huge cock to hose down the fire that was burning deep inside her spasming cunt. I climbed onto the desk and straddled her body, my cock only inches from her pouty mouth. I didn't have to tell her what to do, she moved her head forward and began cramming as much of that man meat as she could into her hot, wet mouth, her tongue flickering like a snake as she worked to get more and more inside her.
By arching my back, I managed to stab my cock past her teeth and down her throat, cutting off her air and making the muscles of her gullet convulse as she tried to handle the big intruder. I knew that I could actually suffocate her in this position and there was little she could do about it. The feeling of power was overwhelming. She took on the look of a gaffed fish, eyes bulging, face turning blue, her nostrils flaring but unable to drag any air into her burning lungs. Ms Lauren Manning was totally under my control, at my mercy, so to speak. I decided to fuck her first before deciding her fate. Withdrawing my cock from her throat was slow going, it was wedged that far down. At last with a loud, wet, popping sound my cock was free and my sex partner was able to draw breath once more.
The loss of air had made her disoriented and it was no problem to spread her fat cunt lips with my fingers and slam my mighty tool deep into her guts, bringing a gasp of pain mixed with sexual excitement from my naked prey. I was merciless, pounding away inside her tight tube of cunt flesh, enjoying the sensation of that wet, warm meat of hers wrapping itself around my cock as it tunneled deeper and deeper with every blow I delivered with the club jutting from my groin. I was fascinated by the way her big tits bounced in rhythm with every blow I delivered to her roiling guts. Her body was being moved across the big desk by the brutal punishment I was dealing out to her.Her head disappeared over the edge of the desk and I found myself staring at those big, hard nippled tits shaking and quivering to the terrible tempo my battering was dealing to her insides.
I took a break, rocking back on my heels but keeping about half my rigid tool securely buried in her tight twat that was literally frothing at the mouth. She was covered wth goose bumps and sweat, strong evidence that at least part of her was really turned on by the way I was fucking her. I slapped her on the belly, now flat from the way her naked body was bent backwards over the desk. Lauren groaned and hissed for me to put the wood to her even harder! It was what she wanted; it was what she needed. That was one thing I was sure of based on all the physical signs radiating from her bare body. I took a deep breath and went back to seeing just how hard I could fuck this snobby young woman with the great body.
I'll say this for Ms Manning, that body was made for heavy duty fucking and so I really put the blocks to her. I grabbed two hands worth of tit meat and used that for leverage as I blasted away at that tight fuckbox. Now I was going in to the hilt and meeting resistance from her cervix. The head of my dick was pounding away at the barrier and tilting it with every blow. I laughed to myself realizing that if I tilted it enough, she wouldn't have to worry about getting knocked up until someone put it back into its proper position. I'll bet that would feel pretty nasty once the anesthetic wore off. The thought of that just made me shift into a higher gear and now she was gasping for breath from the brutal beating her insides were taking.
All good things must come to an end and so it was with this great fucking I was delivering. I tightened my grip on her goose bumped tits and red lined my thrusting. It felt as if I was turning her entire cunt inside out now. The mucous membrane of her cunt seemed to have glued itself to my cock and it was being pulled back and forth in concert with the super fast strokes she was getting. I could see her throat convulsing as she struggled for air. I was pounding her so hard and so fast that she was unable to draw breath, especially with her head hanging over the side of the desk.
I wondered if she'd pass out before I popped my nuts. It was almost a tie, but my cock began to firehose an avalanche of thick cum against the walls of her quivering cunt. I yanked my twitching cock free of that warm, wet prison and coated her belly and then those massive tits with a thick coating of hot nut butter. Then I woke up with fresh warm cum coating my heaving belly. As ejaculations went, this was a major load. What a wet dream that was! |
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