Straight Stories

Before she knew it, she was naked and so were they. Her husband was to the left her, and her lover was to her right. Greg kissed her on the lips, letting his tongue massage hers, then turned her face to Anton’s. This couldn’t be real, Natasha thought, but it was.

Ivanna began to walk, making her way along the rows of immobile, naked men of varying builds, heights, and coloring. All young. All perfect. She stopped in front of a dark-skinned William model. This one had discrete amounts of natural-looking body hair, a broad chest, and stood an agreeable two inches taller than she. Ivanna touched his chest. The plastiform skin felt so real.

Anton’s cock stood in the air, wanting her, calling her. And who was she to ignore that call? She smiled at Anton and she slid her body across the wet silk sheets towards his massive erection. She kissed the tip, then circled her tongue around the edge, teasing him.

Joe’s fingers probed inside her pussy, she was so sensitive she could hardly stand it, but she came again, and again as Joe flipped her over onto her belly as he rolled on top of her and began fucking her ass good and hard.

“Skirt up, panties down,” he said. I bit my lip again, which I tend to do when I am nervous. Why was I nervous? I’d been spanked before, and recently as he well knew. Why is this time different, I asked myself. I had no answer, but it just was.

Jenny started to speak again, hoping to talk him out of this ridiculous idea, praying that he was just trying to scare her, when she felt the first slap of his hand land hard on her tender bottom. “Hey that hurt!” she said.

He tantalized her wet pussy with finger strokes until she lets out a scream. She started grasping him pulling him closer demanding his cock and he just shook his head. “You teased me far too long, girl. It’s your turn now!”

He bends forward and licks the mound of my curvy buttocks, first one cheek and then the other, slowly descending in circles toward the exposed vortex. His spit is slick and I shudder with delight as he flicks his tongue around the rim of my opening, readying me.

“Yes, Jessica, your bare bottom. Lift your skirt, pull down your drawers, bend over, and show me your bottom. I will then strap it soundly until I feel you have learned your lesson.” His tone left no room for argument.

Her scent was a delicious mixture of blood and sweat which heightened his animal nature. He slowly and gently kissed her face. He let his grip of her wrist go and took her face into his hands. His tongue darted between her lips and she could taste the blood still there. An electric shock coursed throughout her body. He kissed her deeply and roughly pinned her back to the wall again.