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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Caution- Adult only content (over 18’s only)
None of the events or characters in the following is real. Any similarities found are merely coincidental. All parties involved were over 18 years old and were familiar with the script before action began.
Say my name, say my name!
Very much of the time, they met on an internet dating site. From the outset his cheeky chappie style was evident; she was reserved at first but considered his intentions innocent. Gradually the couple warmed in their correspondence and they began to gel with large helpings of humour and good nature. Both being single it wasn't long before they became part of each others daily affairs- spending more and more time, sharing their life stories and laughter. Even when they weren’t chatting on the net their thoughts were near far from thoughts of the other. The warmth that began to blossom between them began to include thoughts of whether they could form something more than keyboard affair. They had spoken once on the phone, and she secretly adored his voice. Such was his affect; she had creamed her delicate pants over and over while they spoke. She wanted him. She wanted him deeply, but needed to keep her feelings in check for besides the possible dangers that might befall her she had responsibilities. However, as the nights drew to closure the intensity of her womanly yearnings to be gently touched, kissed and caressed grew. Sometimes her cravings for love and the tender attention of a sweet and understanding lover shifted to thoughts of pure sex. Plain old animal sex- rough, firm and plentiful.
Six month later, she felt so frustrated. She hadn't heard his voice or seen him via their web-link all day and was full of anticipation for the time they would meet. The frustration was so bad that she thought she'd better try to chill out and relax even though she knew that would only be a feeble attempt in trying to cool down the volcano that was erupting inside her. As she slid into the bath, her body immersed into the warmth of the water that felt like silky fingers running up from her back to her waist, eventually circling the mountains of her breasts. Her nipples stood so firmly, they reminded her of cherries on the top of a succulent gateau. Just ripe for sucking. She lay back, closed her eyes and took in the sound of Grover Washington's Secret Garden (or was it a Freddie McGreggor tune?). Her mind entwined with the sax as the melody penetrated her thoughts so much that it became the catalyst for the vision... On hearing the bell, he casually went to the door, wondering who could be disturbing him at this time of night. After all, it was midnight. He was only awake due to waiting for the phone call from his lady love. He yanked open the front door, ready to catapult a heave of verbal at his untaught visitor. As the darkness of the night filled his vision, his view was captured by the wondrous image in front of him. He backed into the hallway as she graciously stepped over his threshold. As he looked her down, then up and down again - all within 5 seconds, he took in the long black coat that draped her body, right down to her shin, just scraping the calf of her boots. Wow, those boots! In her left hand she held a bottle - Southern Comfort, his favourite and in her right hand a book. He could briefly read the title 'The Harder They Come'. Wearing those glasses, she looked like a teacher, but the whole image portrayed ultimate sexiness. The best sexiness he could ever have imagined - here - upon his doorstep at midnight on a Sunday evening. Without saying a word, they both moved into the living room. It was only then that she spoke. "Hi. Thought I'd pay you a visit to keep you company and warm on this cold evening. I've even brought a drink. If you go and get a glass and we can sip from the same vessel". It was all he could do to remove his eyes from her gaze, yet he managed to walk to the kitchen to get the glass from which they would share their first drink from. On his return, his heart skipped a beat at the scene before him. Southern Comfort on the table, book on the chair, coat on the floor and his beau naked in front of his very eyes. Her breasts stood firm - Mount Kilimanjaro came to mind. He gazed down at the hour glass figure, noting the curves that made her a Woman. As his eyes rested on her hips, he took in the red lacy thongs that fitted her snugly like his finger would fit in her glove. Wait, what could he see written in gold italic writing across the front of her pubic cuteness. It was a name. His name was. . . . . . .
The name scribe into her part shaven bush read, Gosh. Rammenuh (ram me nuh!) looked down her body to the name Gosh branded in her own pussy hair. Oh Gosh, she moaned as she began to scoop handfuls of the silk water about her breast. Arching her back and parting her legs she reaches down with her left hand and slowly began masturbating her pussy. The remaining hand was busy fondling first, the right and then the left nipple. Both nipples and red from the pinching pressure she feverously applied. The silky bath water began splashing up against the sides of the bath caused by the frantic threshing created by Rammenuh’s left hand. She had a lot of energy to use on her sex, and she longed for and needed a good fuck. She dared be explicit, she can’t hold back. Her body jerked as the thought of him rocked her inner-self. For her, he was like a drug- one that made her cum rush down her legs. As the results of her physical attention ballooned her clit, she plunge her right hand into her hole while the left hand widened her fleshly path. Rammenuh came about still felt edge. Wrapped in a large, think and fluff white towel she sat on the edge of the bath and thought how she could meet her man. What would he think of me if I told him of my desires? What will I think of myself, she thought. Fuck it, I’ll tell him…. “I'd rather say at the time than stew on thoughts that will only manifest in a bad way later on if I were to let those thoughts build up. I hope you understand that. I'm a woman and I need a man... later on - no matter what your response to my text or this mail, I mean to fuck you good and proper. Get the tissues, honey, baby lotion, those dirty movies and yourself ready, so let’s meet up at the weekend“. No, it’s no good I can’t say it straight out. What if, what if, so many what ifs. With the towel partly dragging along the floor, Rammenuh walked to her bedroom. She looks at herself in the mirror as she creamed her fit body. Her motion was lazy, like the slump she made to land face down on the bed. She closed her eyes and thought she should be feeling good about herself. She did feel good about herself but, it was what was missing that was screwing her, or not screwing her in her case. Again, Rammenuh began to fantasize about the internet man just before starting to play with herself………
……….His heart pumped explosively in his chest as she tentatively removed the skimpy material that covered her love. He couldn't believe what he saw or his luck as she turned to gently lay her knickers on the settee behind her. He felt his blood rush to his groin as he beheld the robust, curvaceous butt that became the focus of his view. She bent slightly to position the knickers ever so neatly, so that his name remained in view. He touched his groin, feeling the hardness that wanted relief so much.
There was no stopping him now. With a forthright stride, he moved across the room and placed his hands on her bum cheeks and spread that ass just enough to give her a taste of the way he worked. At that moment, she straightened up. Arching her back and pushing her butt into his hands whilst resting on his body, she placed both of her hands onto her breasts, massaging them furiously as if she was preparing to masturbate in the comfort of her own home. He could tell how she was feeling... sexy as hell and wanting his manhood like the lottery player wants that million... He himself felt as if he had won a million and held it right there in the palm of his hands. Unknowingly to him, she felt pretty much the same.
Panting ever so gently she spoke again. Her rasping voice created the most beautiful sound that he had heard in such a long time.
"A delicious, mouth-watering meal awaits you... Cum drink from my flowing cup... a special menu is available... dinner is served courtesy of Rammenuh Golden.
Those words rolled beautifully off her tongue, creating a swirl of mental, emotional and physical excellence in his mind. With a swift movement she pulled herself away from him and turned to ease herself down in the settee, legs spread apart, just enough for him to view the mound of flesh that was waiting to be devoured. With one swift movement he launched the attack and began to kiss, suck and eat that succulent flesh that was his and his alone...
The sensations rippled through her body like a pulse of fire, stirring hidden feelings and wants in her soul. She wanted him to penetrate her so bad, but was adamant that she would give him the pleasure she knew he was longing for. She beckoned him to switch places with her so that she now sat in front of him. His manhood stood firmly to attention, with the bulbous ripe tip motioning her to suck its juices to life. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head went down. Her tongue protruded from its resting place to gently lick the sweetness.
Suddenly she raised her head and looked deep into his eyes, smiling sweetly as their souls connected in that contact. He was aching for her to continue and couldn't help the thought that quickly shot through his mind: 'Baby, baby, why are you teasing me like this?'. It seemed that she heard his silent pleading, for her head went down, down, down and down further still, taking in the fullness of his weapon. She worked to such an extent that his swollen member expanded beyond even his belief. And so she continued pumping with her mouth, pushing with her hand. Pumping, pushing, pumping, and pushing as he moaned in the greatest ecstasy that he could ever remember having. He looked at her head bobbing up and down in rhythm to his excitement. ‘God is this good' he thought.
"Rammenuh, Rammenuh" He groaned - just loud enough for her to hear him call her name. She continued pumping, pushing, pumping, and pushing until he could take it no more...
"I'm gonna cum!…. I'm gonna cum!!”
The rush of love juices spurted from his member as she lifted up her head. Panting as if he was about to take his last breath, he gathered his senses to wipe his sweet cum all over her breasts. Her breasts were round and full with her nipples as hard as chestnuts. 'Beautiful' he thought. 'Now let me give her what she's been waiting for!!....
He bent low and covered her mouth with his. Her tongue darted between his lips like a tiny, vigorous snake, and she filled her hand with his throbbing meat, barely able to encompass it with her fingers. Reaching low, he slipped his fingers into the crease of her cunt and rubbed that bulging flesh tenderly, dying for a taste. In seconds she had his shorts down to his ankles. His short but stout black manhood sprang upward, hard as ebony, and Rammenuh drew a sharp breath at the sight of it. Then, slithered out of her silky black thongs, in an instant. They lay on the floor between them. The crouch of her panties glistened with her steaming sex-juices. The woman wanted her tings and aimed to get it, get it good. The pair drew close after the short interlude apart. His fingers slipped easily up into the hot wetness of her slick cunt. As he finger-fucked her, she fisted his pulsing rod as though it was the last cock she would feel. Her tits burned against his bare stomach. She slide down his body and rested on her knees. Firmly cupping the seed sack that met her gaze, she began palming the weighty balls up onto his shaft. Increasing her motion as, she picked up his low toned groans. She took the head of his cock between her lips, and then slowly moved down on him, inch by inch, until his cock-head pressed against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking him in and out. Her sparkling eye glanced upward, meeting his, as he watched his meat disappear into her sucking mouth. Nearly out of control, he wanted to fill her throat with cum......... But not wanting to disappoint her, he bent and lifted her effortlessly off the floor. She buried her face in his neck and licked and kissed it as he carried her to the bedroom and onto the bed. "Fuck me Gosh, soothe my pussy with your hunk of meat, honey", she said. Tempting, but he wanted her to be even hungrier for him. He kissed her right breast and sucked sharply, drawing her elongated nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. She moaned. Leaving the high ground, he kissed a path down over her flattish belly, detoured teasingly around her cunt, and licked at her inner thighs. Her hips arched upwards and her hands laced behind his neck, pulling him toward the damp hole she wanted him to fill........
“Babe, I need you to trust me.” Gosh if you mean sexual adventure I’ll try it, said Rammenuh, but only because you drive me fucking crazy. He then blindfolded her and processed to tie her up by her hand and ankles with deep red silk ribbons. Rammenuh found his tongue teasing of her inner thighs tantalising. ……..and left the room…… Gosh came back with a tall black, caramel skinned queen. …….
Rammenuh, sitting naked and in total darkness could hear the bitch’s moans and whimpering, through the wardrobe doors
After ten or so torturous minutes, one of the wardrobe doors opened and a rush of feline scent flooded Rammenuh’s nostrils. A wave of tingling sensations smashed down onto her clit as hand reached in and tugged on one of her deflated nipple. Despite her fury of be locked away and thoughts of another woman been sexed by her lover, Rammenuh nipples responded instantly. Rising to the occasion, her elongated nip hardened like firm blackberries. Her stimulation increased as the out stretched invader pulled and pinched the nipple really hard. The sudden attention had only lasted a minute or so, but Rammenuh’s was wet again. She could feel her juices dripping down her buttocks and polling around the entrance to her anus. No sooner had she dipped her head to inhale her own musk, the hand left her burning breast and the door closed, setting the air inside swirling about Rammenuh’s nose. The want of that touch again cause Rammenuh breath heavily, which grew into a pant as visions nasty fucking flashed around her mind. Rammenuh’s whimpers through her taped mouth couldn’t be heard over these being made the pair flocking on the bed. Rammenuh felt angry yet curious as to what her lover was up to in the room and with whom. Moreover, she found her bondage scenario strangely exciting, all be it, her first such experience. As time passed, Rammenuh’s thought of jealousy changed to a desire to liberally join her lover and the pussy that he was romping with. She had never been with a woman before, but secretly she had often saw women at her local sauna that she considered attractive. She had even pictured herself spreading some of these women and sucking their clitties and while watching their reactions as she fingered their assholes. She had often fantasized about women sucking and stroking her intimate parts. She wondered if this would her chance to do the unspeakable. Rammenuh no longer considered her lover was exploiting her, but wanted to be exploited. She wanted rough sex; she wanted to suck out the mystery woman while her lover fucked her stupid, doggy style. Her thought gathered in pace, her heart racing, her pussy throbbing and her funky juice still drizzling. Now desperate, Rammenuh used her head to bang on the door of the wardrobe. She didn’t care if she hurt herself, it would be worth it if she could fuck with them in her now desired threesome. Seconds later, her door opens………………………………
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