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  • David had never spanked her again. And though in some ways Chelsea was glad about that, not wanting to displease him for any reason, there was something about that night that nagged at her imagination, a new film loop in the projector: not only being spanked by David, but spanked in a public – or nearly public – situation. Spanked the way he had spanked her in the vestibule that night, but the way she’d re-imagined it later, with her skirt up and panties down…and harder, and longer. They were usually able to communicate their sexual desires very frankly and openly. They had experimented with bondage and role-playing and had delved into the Kama Sutra. Chelsea had even bought David a remote-controlled vibrator to use on her sometimes when they went out. But for some reason Chelsea could never bring herself to mention spanking, and David never did, so it remained what Chelsea told herself was a tiny and insignificant lack in their otherwise magnificent sex life, not at all important. Except for that occasional annoying whir of the projector. It wasn’t that Chelsea had never been late again either, certainly. Sometimes her clients were late themselves, or needed more time than Chelsea had scheduled for them. Things happened. But if she was supposed to meet with David at a certain time and was running late she had always managed to let him know, and usually well ahead of time. Though Lord knows she had often been tempted to simply show up late, without a word of explanation, just to see what would happen. But she just couldn’t.And now this. She’d had to go to the client’s office at the other end of the city. Had gotten so involved in sorting out the chaos the project had fallen into during her absence that she’d completely lost track of the time until she was out on the sidewalk trying to hail a taxi - in the pouring rain, for which she was completely unprepared, not having so much as a portable umbrella, never mind a raincoat. And then the discovery of her dead cell-phone. This was bad. This was very bad. Chelsea paid off the cab, dashed up the outside stairs to the apartment building, fumbled in her purse for her keys and let herself in. The building was an old four-story and long overdue for renovation, which is why Chelsea and David had been able to afford a fairly large apartment there. The ancient elevator was out of order, which was not unusual at the best of times and only to be expected on a day like this, Chelsea thought as she hurried up the stairs, soaked to the skin and vainly trying to squeeze the water out of her hair. Their apartment was on the top floor, and as Chelsea reached the landing before the final flight of stairs she looked up… And saw David waiting at the top. His arms were crossed, never a good sign. Chelsea ran up the stairs to him, babbling apologies and explanations, but David simply took her in his arms and hushed her, kissing her wet hair and saying, “There, there, it’s all right. Happy anniversary, darling.” Reassured, Chelsea kissed him back and rested for a moment in his embrace. Looking over his shoulder she could see that he’d left the apartment door open, displaying the romantic glow of candlelight within: their celebration dinner. Overcome with guilt, Chelsea again tried to explain what had happened but David simply held her at arms’ length and said, “Look at you, poor thing, you’re soaked. Let me have those wet shoes and jacket.” Chelsea gratefully stepped out of her shoes and struggled out of her dripping wet linen jacket and handed it to him. David picked up her shoes and headed into the apartment. With a sharp intake of breath she felt the frozen chill in the air against her hot erection, but in a moment the artefact did its work and any coldness disappeared. I hadn’t heard from you so I thought I should call you and see if we’re still on for a visit this week……I’m really looking forward to seeing you and getting to see your ranch.” The huge cash prizes had caught my attention, as had the final venue – not that I expected to make it that far, but a guy can dream. And now was going to work for an environmental law firm in San Francisco. At least she keeps her clothes on when she sneaks into Mom's bed, he thought. I now understand our encounter in the shower this morning. "I don't mean when you were in it with her." “Can I start on your huge cock with my mouth now?” she asks without waiting for answer. My daughter, Sam, darted up, her skirt swirling about her thighs. She had stripped to a corset, her stockings attached, her heels even higher than Doris's. As usual, she woke up not to find me the bed with her and she called for me. I said "in here mom", coughing a bit. I grinned at him and said, “Well, Jared…..how would you like to fuck Lisa?” My pussy convulsed harder. That's amazing!
  • He was naked, scrunching his toes into the carpet and harshly stroking his penis at the glorious view before him, preparing himself. He was cold, the indoor heating of the resort room wasn't enough to entirely block the snowy coldness from outside. But that was ok. Ryan knew he was going to be warm soon. He was going to be stinking hot. He had dreamed of this moment for over a month. So finally now, after a bit of effort, he had finally reached his goal. Justin, Josh and Andrew would never believe me, he laughed at the tragic irony in his mind. Ryan slowly lifted his gaze up slowly seeing piece by piece of this beautiful specimen. Perfect sols and twinkling toes hung by the edge of the resort bed. He lifted his hazy shuddery gaze further, revealing the erotic image of silky thick smooth legs from behind, sweaty from anticipation and lifted up high in a doggie-style position. Ryan then lifted his head up even higher, fully erect now and overwhelmed by the meaty beauty before him. A large firm thirty-five-year-old onion booty posed for him. Her glorious arse's cheeks were puffed out and ready. Her hairless crack was spread and revealed her two naughty bits, her motherly pussy and her tight wanting anus. A few months before he would never of dreamed of experiencing anything like this. The mischievous skinny teenager grinned and sneered at the current situation. Scott was only behind the wall in the adjacent resort room. Probably pulling his dick about it, Ryan thought a cruel joke, grinning and embarrassed for her son who was his age, giving an expression of a boy being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was pretty sure Scott didn't know anything at this stage though. Ryan making up an excuse about his technology and the electrical sockets to sleep in the same room as his beautiful mother and exclude Scott seemed fool proof enough. Scott seemed non the wiser. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. The idiot doesn't know I'm about to French-Kiss his mother's fat juicy arsehole. Who would guess? He pulled that guilty 'hand in the cookie jar' expression again, an expression like he was eating a very enjoyable sweet but sour plumb. Just when Penny said behind the view of her gigantic presenting arse, "Mummy is ready to receive you my baby boy," Ryan's humorous expression was gone and morphed into one of intensity, heat and electricity. Ryan thought about his childhood and how he never had a mother. He was told his mother died giving birth to him in one of those rare freak medical accidents. For years and years he wondered what it was like to have a mum. With one final thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open. My little hand was a blur flying up and down his prick. With that blouse on I'm sure you don't have much of a problem attracting the friends you desire.. I felt like such a fraud standing here even pretending for these people. I finished and rinsed them off. “I'm whatever kind of slut you need, Mommy!” she howled. Amelia clenched her teeth as hard as she could and closed her eyes as the orgasm started. It was very pleasurable, and she melted into his embrace as the kiss went on. I felt something hitting the head of my cock a couple of times before I realized that it was her cervix. She sucked hungrily back and forth, moving her head in a quickening rhythm while he thrust ever so slightly. After a minute, she felt him pull his dick out of her. “Are you enjoying the meeting?” Flora knew something about The Earth Former that we did not, or at least, she thought she did. Jaya's smile totally confused Rekha. He then turned off the camera while leaving it on the night stand and went to bed. “Did you squeeze off three times?” We were in public, but I just wanted to do it.