My compliments come true !
by Louishoney @ aol.com and DeTazGal @ aol.com

posting : This text file contains expressed adult oriented sexually corporeal If you are not at to the lowest degree eighteen years old ... ... farewell NOW !

I meet him in a noisy restaurant and bar. We sit and talk quietly for an hour or so, and I decide to submit to this man who had contacted me originally on the cyberspace. I was scared because I had heard a lot of people got hurt from these cyber romances, but I had also heard a lot of them were very well-chosen with the soul they had met via their computers. I was a pretty respectable justice of character, or so I thought, and could somehow sense that I could trust this man.

I had not had a mate in quite a piece due to the pressure of work and the upbringing of two kids by myself. I was horny and wet whenever I thought about sex, and lately with the Kid off to college and a advancement that let me proceed regular hour once again, I think about having sex almost all the time.

I had recently begun to jerk off in the privacy of my big lovely and lonely home. I even went down to the local anesthetic sex entrepot and bought up a whole crowd of sex toys and powder store. I was so embarrass to be the sole female person in there, but I was determined to get a few matter for my pleasance. Then I discovered that I could buy those things over the net and have them delivered to my figurehead door. I now have quite an all-embracing collection of `` adult '' cloth and `` toys. ``

Finally, after a few min of chatting and getting to acknowledge each other, I told him, `` Lou, you are making me so wet ! Let 's go before I totally lose my boldness to do so. I 'm so hot, my pussy is dripping juices down my leg. ``

I had worn a short clothes with a full skirt and unbuttoned nigh of the top button to depict my plenteous segmentation as he requested. Although I had bought new undies just for this occasion, I purposely left them on my bed. As an rethink, I had also stuffed a vibrating egg way up gamey inside me and had the ascendency stuffed under my right breast. I was able, during the grade of our conversations, to secretly manipulate the speed control to shake my puss without making myself cum. I was in horrendous need now and liked the horny, slutty way it made me find. When I told him about the egg, he got very shake up. I could see the lineation of a large gibbousness under his pants. needle to say, we quickly got up and left.

We went to his car and he drove slowly to his house. We parked in gage and walked toward the garage entrance. As we approached the entrance to the garage, he removed my dress. `` Clothes for you will not be requirement here, Liz, '' he said. Even though I burned crimson, secretly I was very excited. Since the tiddler were away, at dwelling I always removed my clothes as soon as I walked into my door without thinking anything about it but I felt myself getting wet mentation of his remark. We have n't gotten into the garage yet but here I am in full daytime, naked as I came into the man. Nothing on except the arrest he attaches to my mammilla ringing by the new atomic number 79 chains that I had bought for my birthday, and the egg buzzing quietly up inside me.

Seeing the hardware I had attached to my trunk, he excitedly said, `` Now Liz, open your leg for me. '' He checked to see if I was wet ( I was. ) He put two fingers in my twat. He seemed delight to have it away that I was excited. My button tintinnabulation gleamed in the sun. He took majuscule charge in flicking them. `` Almost healed, '' he surmised as he smiled at me. `` Soon they can be attached to your collar too. '' He is pleased that I had them installed just for his delectation. That pleased me also.



'' Come on now, my friend has been waiting impatiently. '' He pulls gently on my chemical chain and leads me into the den. `` Down, '' he says. I know what is coming as we have had many a hot and fervent e-mail describing what I wanted to do over the last few weeks. I get on my workforce and knees and face into the eye of a new player in this man 's game, a large Great Dane with a boner the sizing of Alaska. He looks at me like his squawk in heating system. I could avow he was grinning at me.

'' Excite. '' he commands the dog.

I dread this more than ever. The dog feeling like he outweighs me by at to the lowest degree 30 lbs. He noses into me from the hindquarters and begins to figure out me, making himself hornier by the lick. He finds the right office and poke over and over my stiff clitty teasing my clit with long, sloppy strokes of his lingua. I cum instantly even though I do n't want to, as the dog 's over large knife elusion easily and very deeply into my slimy, pulsing cunt.

As my head rests on my folded arms on the floor, a cold nose tap my ass hole as the dog licks and slurps around the opening of my cunt. Every now and then, his long tongue dips deep into my body to lubricate me further ; my orgasm is coming again like a freight geartrain in my mind !

My new master gives another statement, `` riding horse. '' Then the majuscule dog mounts me and grabs me around the waistline like a human. My master reaches under the two of us to clear sure the dog 's prick is on the home run. It is. He 's done this before. The great dane begins a frantic pumping in and out motion with his engorged prick buried deep into my puss. I cum again and again as the dog just keeps on pumping into my body.

As my new master lovingly watches me and the great dane hump each other, my orgasms seem to blend into one long one. I know a dog 's prick gets a declamatory bulge in the middle of its length and finale until after coming and the dog 's shaft goes flaccid. I can sense the overly large bulge in this dog 's prick as it widens my bitch communication channel with every stroke. My eyes are bulging as the swollen constituent of his peter pushes my vaginal bulwark beyond any bound that have been reached before. I fear he will charge me, yet I want him to stay on the orgasmic feelings he stirs within my dear fix. I am deeply embarrassed to be fucking a dog in front of my master, but I can not assist it. He says I must. I secretly want to, but am too shy to admit it.

The beast retires after dumping at least a full pint of spunk into my pussy hole and hanging around my shank with his scratchy claws until the bulge in his horse-like prick goes down and he slips out of my tricky pussy. My superior puts him in another part of the house.

When he returns, I am still resting on the story, head on arms, knee joint supporting an ass that is attached to an arched back that holds the canine sperm in my vagina like an upturned cup. My master attack and I groan.

'' Are you all right, Liz ? '' he says. I am okay but so exhausted that I just want to be adrift away to dreamland. `` Yes '' I say almost in a whisper.

'' I 'm glad you enjoyed your commencement time because it will not be your in conclusion and I have another surprise for you. He has two brothers-more of the special-bred, recollective lasting litter, '' he explains.

I groan and shiver, more from agitation than from reverence. I wonder how he seems to be always a step ahead of my thoughts. It 's almost scary.

'' tilt up, Liz, '' he commands. I get up on my knees, arms behind me, eyes down. The canine spunk immediately runs down both pegleg and puddles on the linoleum floor. I blush at the mess I am making and my new master copy just stimulate his read/write head in mock disgust at me. Then he smiles at my subservient attitude. He remarks, `` So well develop, I 'm very proud of you. You have come so far in such a short amount of time. '' I am sword lily that I please him. I can find the blush rising from my cunt up to my grimace again.

Once again he checks my ringing. I 'm still a little embarrassed with them. They seem to all the more full stop out my desolation. My nipples become strong and pouty from his touch. They seem to stick out in search of sucking lips. He licks the lead, first one and then the former. My pussy again begins to secrete fluids. More of the dog 's cum drips down both stage and puddles on the story where I am kneeling. He does n't seem to heed now. He is busy with making me cum.

He pushes my face down to his crotch still with my hands behind my back. Holding on to each other as if cuffed. I can see the imprint of a heavily boner outlined against his crosscut. I 'm beaming he did n't don shorts today. I lean forward and exhort my mouth against the bulge, feeling the heat rise from him.

'' Take it out, '' he says.

Happy to do so, I reach down with my freed hands and unzip his pants to reach in with one deal to take out the head and lick up his nectar-like succus. I request license to take up him into my mouth but he denies it. `` You know the rules, '' squatting down, sitting on the edge of a kitchen death chair and pulling me across his lap.

'' Now spread your peg and do n't flinch. '' The first swats sting just a little but as he continues, I have trouble keeping my legs bedcover. It does n't help that every time he spanks he inserts one finger into my pussy and titillation my clitoris with his thumb. Juices are running down his leg until I shudder in complete spill of passion.

'' Now you 're fix, '' he says.

My heart is thundering so loudly that I wonder if he can hear it. He helps me up as I settle my cunt over his bombastic weepy tool protruding lewdly from the front of his cutoff as I face forward. He presses me forcibly down on his polishing, crafty perch and we both inhale a big breath. It seems like I feel him almost in my pharynx. He scratch my clitoris as I rise and descend on his dick. Over and over again insistency builds up between us. I can finger him getting closer to cumming. He pinches my clit arduous and sprays my insides with his come as I cum once again so hard that I almost pass out.

As our instant slowly become rule again, he lifts me up and says, `` Now, clean me off. '' I lick him happily tasting mingled juices until he is once again clean. Then he leans down and kisses me, making indisputable to clean my tongue and explores deep into my oral fissure seeking more. I cum again.

The next day, a soft candy kiss on the lips and bantam butterfly kisses along my jugal bone to the indent at the base of my throat awaken me. I groan sensuously as he quickly sucks up one nipple and whirlpool his catlike, jolting tongue around it and the hoop in it, several times, sending trice of lust directly to my cunt and clit. He pulls slightly on the ring between his teeth and my total breast is elongated and pulled away from my pectus. This causes another serial publication of titillating feelings to crash into my cunt and clit. My poor, pervert clitty awakens and uncovers herself from the clitoric strong-armer that covers most of it in spitefulness of the clit ring driven so cruelly through it.

His paw comes down to swirl and tug at the clit halo and the three vulva hoop running up and down each side of my twat possible action. These are almost healed after just three days since they were installed in an expert tattoo parlour that specialized in soundbox piercing. It had been relatively painless until he got around to the button. I shudder remembering that incident. I had agreed to meet him with the jewelry already installed. I had to go through with it because he had been my on-line master for so long and because I wanted to please him.

'' Get up, my love, '' he said, `` It 's clock time for breakfast and another surprise for you, '' he continued. My body feels alive with lust. My cuntal juice are running again and my mammilla and clit are standing at attention from his manipulations. I feel vivacious and excited to see what else he has in store for me. A flying exhibitioner, some makeup and the fine breakfast he made for me deliver me from the ravages of sleep.

article of clothing is n't an option. There is none for me to wear in the whole house. He told me likes me nude so he can freely caress and caress me ( and check to see if I am wet. I usually am ! ). He sometimes handles me like a amercement cutting he had just bought, examining it in dandy contingent and touching it all over. This makes me so hot ! To think that he loves my polish up physical structure with such chroma really turns the trash up on my horniness.

'' Come down to the cellar my darling and we 'll get started with your surprise, '' he says as he leads me down to his basement which is outfitted like a mid-evil dungeon and distortion room. Chains and ropes hang from the rampart and ceiling while wrack of straining instrument line the wall. This is all new to me. I had never been down here before. So, for just a few minutes, as I descended the stairs, I furtively looked around with admiration at all of the implements I see.

'' I have bought a new chair and improved it turning it into something that I think you will find extremely unusual. Please sit down on it, '' he said as he gallantly helped me to a ladder-back, straight wooden chair with a skirt around the keister and sitting upon a two-foot stage. As I sit down, I notice that the electric chair legs are firmly bolted to the stage and there are leather handlock around the front wooden leg.

When I sit, the buttocks gives way as if it were collapsing, but instead, arm stria come out from the chair branch and wrapping themselves, with some upper, around my arms, pinioning them to the electric chair arm rests. Velcro apparently holds them in berth. I try to move them, but they are firmly captured and made as if they are a component of the chairwoman arms.

He then attaches to my ankles and the front legs of the chair. Then he wraps a length of leaden nylon rope around my belly, pectus ( both above and below my tits ) and brow. I was surprised that there is an prolongation of the back of the chair that can be attached just for that purpose. The tightly wound cord makes my knocker stand out from my thorax as my impuissance continues. I am freely juicing in my cunt now and all I want to do is to please my original.

Trussed up and lost intuitive feeling of fear and combine mingle in my judgment while my kitty begins to inflame up and drip more woman juice down onto the can. Then he moves to the spinal column of the chair and pushes a lever and the chair angle toward the back and the bum of the embroider chair falls out leaving me with only a rim supporting my ass, like a toilet rear. A blindfold is secured side by side around my centre.

My next sensation is of oil being rubbed onto the outside of my cunt and ass, especially the crack of my ass and the top of my pubic bone. Then a sharp-worded razor is felt removing any soupcon of hair's-breadth left around my puss. The deliberate teasing motions of his fingers as my pussy lips are pulled out by their rings Seth my thermostat even higher as I try to stay on perfectly still while he shaves my nearly bald cunt again. Then, he shaves miserable around my ass, the ass fissure, and near my ass hole.

Then he shaves all the way up my tummy to my umbilicus. No twig of tomentum is allowed to remain attached to my soundbox in the country of my two holes. The affectionate hot towel he leaves laying on my fresh shaved arena feels very proficient and sexy. He lets me relish it as I hear his footstep go into another room and total back into this way. Nothing happens for a while and I surmise that he is just staring at me. I think what a lucky girl I am to take in a original who takes such good guardianship of me, and who thinks I am so lovely.

The towel is removed and an anal vibrator is pushing, slowly and gently into my ass hole. I can feel some sort of lubrication on the end of it and am congratulating myself once again for having such an attentive master when the burning sensation begins around my ass hole where the lubrication touches sensible flesh. The feeling of mentholated Vaseline creeps up my ass as the butt plug is worked ever so gently into the astuteness of my jack parachute. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the blanket bulbous posterior office of the big, stooge plug slips past my sphincter and the lonesome matter stopping the whole matter from slipping all the way into my ass channel is the all-encompassing flavourless base on it 's end.

I squirm experimentally and discover that the more air I allow around the sebaceous end sticking out of me, the more the mentholated, burning feelings light up my ass. I start twitching and jerking into orgasm after only a few instant of this ass agony. He must have been waiting for this as he runs a finger into my twat and tugboat on my clitty mob. I cum again ! A gush of girl juice spews out of my puss and coats his integral script with lubrication as he continues to bring me to orgasm after orgasm by varying shaking in my ass with cam stroke and tugs on my clitty.

Finally, after an eternity of cumming over and over again, he stops fingering me, but the vibrations just diminish but do not barricade. He is n't through yet, he wants my genius this day to be many and varied. I feel him insert a great physical object into my juicy, pussy mouth. `` I wonder what in the universe this could be ? '' I ask myself. The feeling is so strange. The tone is incredible though. I want to ask what is being shoved inside me but dare not.

'' Are you about ready for lunch, my jolly one ? Almost clip, '' he says, watching me squirm. All this good deal deprivation has turned my senses up to high and my endocrine level to maximum. He lightly strokes my internal thighs and just barely twirl around the pixilated ring of my ass. The burning sensation returns. A sigh leakage my lips. He makes tiny kisses and nibbles on my back that makes me shudder. Everything is so enhanced by the blindfold.

I just ca n't seem to arrest cumming. Every time I feel the burning sensation stopping, he gives that vibrator a bend up on the ascendancy, which starts the Henry Sweet agony to regenerate itself. I ca n't seem to catch my breath. Cum drips down the floor through the chairperson bottom. I can feel it dripping out of me.

He empties my twat, which makes me feel so abandon. `` pungency '' he says as he holds something to my oral cavity. Timidly I open my backtalk and bite down on something ... .Chicken ! `` Ummm, good, '' I say. `` I 'm glad you like it. Your hot pussy kept it warm. '' he informs me as he force-feeds it all to me. My first chemical reaction is one of extreme hot pants and my pussy clinch in a fit of coming again as he continues to feed me the juicy drumstick and I lick his hand clean afterward.

Then, he inserts an egg shaped object way up inside of my cunt and lets it oscillate on low for a while. Another aim is attached to my clitty and he laces it into place with the slit lip pack and somehow attaches the clitty ring tightly to it. It also begins to hover on low. adjacent, I felt the dildo in my ass offset to impress slowly in and out as the burning sensations around my anus intensify. The egg and the clitty vibraphone starting signal to increase their action and I cum again. and Again ! and AGAIN !

The master copy attaches the chains on my boob anchor ring to the early ones around the vibrating clitty massager. I bend forward as far as the ropes around my midsection will let me, shuddering as climax after orgasm continues to rock my trunk. I do n't think I can survive the intensity, as the look seems continuous on into timeless existence. `` It 's time I join you, my lovely one. Lie back. '' He says as he pushes me back into the chair further stretching the taunt cosmic string from titties to pussy further. He lays the death chair almost on its spinal column, but still elevated up off the floor. Then I hear him quickly get undressed.

His hard as steel, purple appendage surges forward like a sword. I can almost feel it swish through the air as he approaches me. He quickly infix my hot, moist opening feeling the vibrations down late inside me. The head of his member touches the vibrating egg and he almost seed. He grits his teeth in the process. He gradually, with extreme effort, calms himself down enough to get his long behind fortuity. `` You 're like molten lava inside, baby. '' He begins his last screwing apparent motion as he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me to him and strains the ropes across my body.

'' Uhhhn, ca n't make it. Take my cum, '' he moans as he cums with a shudder. It seems like gal of the creamy jism flows into my succulency, robbing him of all vigour. He is too exhausted to displume out. A joint variety of ointment flow out of his slave and over his rig severe peter. The egg and the tush plug are still doing their caper but we are both too spent to actuate in spitefulness of the horny feelings flashing about in my ass and cunt.

Much later we drift back to consciousness surprised to discover that the vibrators had run down. We were both clammy and sticky. He proceeds to remove all the computer hardware from my body both inside and out. Leaving me laying in the chair, but with all chasteness removed, he gets a hot, wet towel. He gently cleans my body of fluids. In the summons he gets his semi hardness licked clean by me.

As I fall back into slumber still reclining in that devious chair, my passkey french kisses my supererogatory swell cunt lips then speaks into my ear softly, `` Sleep well my love, tomorrow will be another busy day. '' On my journey to dreamland, I could swear I hear three clear-cut dogs barking. I sigh, `` Brothers, '' and smile in my quietus .