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Yanked from my malaise...... i was yanked from my malaise by a series of mails, W, P, C,FB, all with in a few days of each other..... clearly something in the air..... motivated by the need for money, the possibility that You would find it pleasing, interesting and the knowledge that it is good for me, in a twisted way, that it drags me from my pit of despondency and drives me into action.... C mailed saying it had been a year since we last got together... how time flies!!!.... i suggested a date/time and informed Him i would be wearing knickers begging to be ripped off.... in fact i made sure all my underwear was 'disposable' and took spare with me...... i went to work on the way (a daily visit i'm tasked to do for a month)... this delayed my 'amused' emerging for a while... i felt strange driving to Him, not in 'that' frame of mind... i forced myself to think only about what i was about to do, to think how unacceptable it could be viewed by most people... i called myself a , a slut... anything to stir up the feelings..... calmly applying my make-up in the car outside His house.. finally feeling the tingle, the greatest anticipation from mailing You with the 'going -in' and wondering the reaction it would create..... letting myself into His house, wondering where He would be, what the mood would be, how it would all be played out.... no-one downstairs... i crept into the front room, a thought flitting into my head of 'what if it's the wrong day'..... hearing Him on the stairs...... i turn to face away from Him... i don't want to look Him in the face because i know it would break any 'mood' and that we would smile and kiss....... so my back to Him, pretending to be studying some papers on His table... He grabs me... lifting my dress, fingers digging into my bottom, gripping the thin black lace undies and ripping them from my body...... He's groping my cunt as i undo my dress and slip out of it... He pushes me over the back of an armchair, tearing the lace bodice from my back, thrusting my head down, my hips ramming into the chair back.... i'm gripping the sides of the cushions hard... His cock is out, hard, pressing into my cunt... the chair jumps forward as He rams hard into me.... my breathe pushed out as my chest presses down.... He reaches down and takes a handful of my hair, lifting me up and then pushing to my knees... my mouth is ready, open, wanting... His hands on either side of my head, holding me, His cock plunging into my mouth.. my tongue moving, swirling, flicking, pushing His cock head from taking my throat.... i can tell He's torn between letting me pleasure Him or taking His pleasure..... i lift my chin, relax my jaw and throat as much as i can.... He pushes deeper, i gag, throat muscles rising, crushing, saliva flowing, stomach heaving..... He pulls away from my mouth, hand on the back of my head, pushing me to the floor on my front... lying over me... His chest pressing on my back... His cock rigid, forcing its way between my legs... i wriggle i raise my hips, to open for Him.... tits pressed harder to the carpet..... He pounds away.. hard, fast..... then suddenly pulls out..... He kneels up... i move to take Him back in my mouth.... on my hands and knees... sucking, then one hand stroking, gently squeezing... He grunts..... groanssss... swears..... cumssss.... We fall to the floor, both hot, panting..... He turns me onto my back and lies over me... He's strong.. His arms and thighs pin me down..... kissing, holding me still..... i realise that i am really stuck, i couldn't move away if i wanted to.. the thought thrills me...... He moves down... licking my cunt, fingers circling inside... i tell myself to stop performing, to take my pleasure, to not worry about Him.... my head thrown back, back arching, thighs lifting hips to His mouth.... all focus in my head and clit, not where i am or what i'm doing.... i cum hard.... pushing Him away as my clit feels as if its exploding... hurting, intense.... We lie back down... small talk.... stroking.... laughing........ i try to leave, He teasingly holds me down.... i start to get dressed, He's caressing and fondling...... He says ' I don't know how we stand with the money thing anymore, do you still want paying?' i laugh... 'yes please' i reply..... He hands me the cash saying ' to buy some new underwear'..... i think i'm a bad .... the money becomes an issue when i convince them we have a 'connection', when they're hooked and they can't contain the idea that i won't feel the way about them........ |
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Fuck! Whatever you charged him was not enough!
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.. the fear of connecting, the fear and pleasure taking you to where you want to be, need to be .. the need to experience the ultimate pleasure. The pounds in your hand when your need for pleasure has been met breaks the connection, for him .. and for you, but the fact still remains the same, you’re not a whore, just a woman with whorish needs and cravings, The real payment to you was your orgasm. One day you will dare to fight the fear of connecting deeply. Such are my thoughts .. smiles
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