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She walked them through it pt 2
He could see the desire in her eyes as she looked him in his eyes, seductively biting her bottom lip as she manipulated her soaken wet black panties oof of her hips and onto the floor! He had no clue what was about to happen but he was ready for it! She tells him that she hopes he is hungry because was about to have a mouthful and so would she! Proceeding to throw her legs across his face, spread eagle, planting her dripping wet goodness in his mouth, her firm, plump ass placed firmly on his face! As he begins to feast on her wetness between her legs as he grabs both cheeks massaging them as her hips rock back and forth from pleasure.... she reaches foward licking up every ounce of the mess that was made earlier, grabbing his manhood in her hands, stroking and sucking it as she watched it grow back to rare form! They continued to pleasure each other orally , and as she could feel his manhood fulling up and felt herself about to go over the edge once again, she quickly lifts her hips off of his face and quit pleasuring him! She begins to micheveously laugh when he sits up a little and asked what she was doing, in which she replied to him that she actulaay liked this edging thing and that they should see how long they could edge each other this go round! He smirks and says to her sayless, grabs her hips bringing her dripping wet goodness back down to his face taking her into his mouth. She let out a gasp, and reaches forward again taking him in her mouth once again, taking it up a notch causing it hard for him to hold on! As the tension continues to build, they continue to start and stop over and over again, each time bringing each other closer to climax, but denying each other time and time again! The last time, the closest they got to the ultimate climax, she releases herself from his grips, turns around, now facing him, she lays on top of him, she kisses him deeply for a few moments, then whispers in his ear that she was about to give him the best edging of his life, with her lips down below! She sits up, grabs his throbbing thickness in her hands, massaging it oh so gently, carefully not to take him out, she slides him into her tight wet grip, swallowing him slowly inside of her inch by inch until she was perfectly sitting on it, grinding slowly, grinding on him, she reaches forward and firmly grips his throat in one hand firmly as she continues to speed up the pace with each passing moment as she bites her bottom lip, moaning softly from pleasure as he does the same! He reaches out and grabs her hips guiding them the way they both liked it! They were in sync and could feel the climax coming once again, they both stop together, biting their bottom lips, both of them in sync look each other in each others eyes and said, " Not yet!" They laughed a little and after regaining their composure, they started back up! He grabs her ass gripping it and begins to grind harder and harder , rolls her over, getting on top of her throws her legs back and begins to give her deep long strokes just like she liked, bringing her closer to the edge before, she pushes her legs forward and him out of her! She smiles at him and says to him, " I see you are ready to cum again, or am I wrong, u got a little more in you, or you cant take it anymore?" He smirks not saying a word to her, gets up off the bed, pulls her to the edge of the bed, spreads her legs wide and slides into her slowly,as he grabs her plump juicy ass off of the bed, thrusting in and out of her vigarously, driving her crazy, he could see that he was getting her to where she couldnt take it anymore, both of them enjoying each passing moment! Through her shallow breathes she tells him, " not yet!" She pushes him out of her again, slides off the bed, turns around, planting her feet firmly on the floor, bends over in front of him, grips the sheets, bracing herself for what would come next! She looks back and tells him to give it to her just the way she likes, as she arches her back in anticipation! She could feel him moving closer as he grabs her hips and guides himself inside of her, giving her long slow strokes to gear her up before he gave it all he had! She could feel how engorged and ready to explode inside of her, she begins to throw it back at him fast and hard, knowing that it would cause him to respond and fuck her deep hard and fast, which he did just that! Fucking each other harder and faster than before , they both kept trying to hold on longer through the motions, in hopes of cumming harder than before! They could no longer take it any longer though, both letting out loud moans and groans as the bed shaked from thier thrust, they couldnt take it anymore, when she screamed, "Now, cum with me baby, Now!" Her walls clamped down on his thickness causing her to walls to violently contract as she came violently all over him, causing him to do the same deep inside of her! The climax harder and more intense than they had ever experienced with each other before! Both of their bodies collapsing onto the bed, fully drained from their session! They both now looking at each other in total disbelief! She reaches over and begins to kiss him passionately, they both climbed further onto the bed, laying in the middle of it, he grabs her in his arms tightly and they fell asleep, before they could get up, exhausted from edging to the edge of exctasy!
By More Than Words4 years ago in Filthy
She walked them through it
There he was home alone, the love of his life nowhere in sight! She had gone out with the girls for the evening and he had the house all to himself. He got out of the shower, dried off and headed to bed. Laying there thinking about her, becoming aroused he looked over to his nightstand where his laptop was sitting. He reaches over, grabs it to try to get his mind off of her, opens up his emails trying to get some work done, but the horniness that he was feeling was not going away, no matter how much he tried. He opens a new tab and searches for a video to quench his thirst for the night and get him refocused! He liked being told what to do sexually, so he searched for the perfect JOI video to help him please himself for the evening! He also enjoyed edging as well so he searched for one that would challenge him to hold off gratication as long as he could! It would seem like torture, which to a certain extent it is, but the reward at the end, the explosion, was always worth it! There it was, the perfect video for the evening, her voice was seductive and low, which was the true turn on for him! He got himself comfy and began to touch himself as she told him what to do! Now aroused and at full attention, the voice from the video, continued to guide him through the motions! He could hear her voice telling him to slowly stroke his thick hard manhood, up and down, up and down! He could feel the tension building up as she instructed him to steadily pick up the pace, he could feel himself nearing the end when the voice abruptly to tells him to stop, hands off!!!
By More Than Words4 years ago in Filthy
Skip the Games Shakespeare
Romeo, Romeo, where is my Romeo? Are you in my inbox? Or my recent call list? Maybe in my DM. Hey, maybe I have it all wrong; can I find you under my bed? Behind my shower curtain? Tucked down behind my car? I must find you; For who is Juliet without her beloved Romeo? Scccrrraattchhh!!!! Kill the music, everybody duck down, and please for the love of God somebody call 911! We have to let them know that if you feed these guys after midnight or add water, they multiply! All of a sudden it’s: 🎶one little, two little, three little perverts, four little, five little, six Little perverts, seven little, eight little, 9 little perverts, 10 little pervert men!! 🎶 Ok. So today, like most days was nothing shy of a circus; an all around shit show. The start of my day was like most, shower, hair, makeup.. Get dressed up to get undressed…Deal with jealous, paranoid man in prison, while stressing about everything. What is it about this line of work that attracts very confident men then turns them into paranoid schizophrenic mental patients? I mean, Jimity fucking crickets, as if dealing with multiple personalities from various clients day to day isn’t bad enough, I’m privileged with multiple personalities from one seriously obsessed husband; there seems to never be a quiet, peaceful moment. After the morning “Man-tantrums”, In comes a vicious cycle of “Attention Deprived Insecurity Induced Drama”. I should just go ahead and have this shit medically and mentally classified as ADIID. I should probably call in Dr. Phil and have everyone begin calling me “Nikki Whoa” because testing my gangster this early in my day makes me want to say “‘Yo, catch me outside”! As I have stated before, Im a unicorn in a sea of horses. A constant fight for survival with only two directions to run; Work smarter not harder or be dumber and slumber. Methodical and strategical; tactical and practical. To succeed In a disaster induced atmosphere, one must be prepared to stay ten steps ahead of everyone in her path. This is an acquired skill, one that doesn’t come as standard issue on the various “treats” that are littered across the adult classifieds. Drive and determination in addition to goals and a desire to use this industry as a steppingstone for something better, fuels a money-hungry go-getter with the power to overcome any and all obstacles that may stand in her way to success. The secret, is learning to become a very talented actress with a slick tongue and quick wit. Just like a fighter, you find your opponents weakness and pounce on it. You must become a predator and stalk your prey. It’s a dog eat dog world, and I want to eat steak, not kibbles. This business can be extremely lucrative, but you must be willing to step inside the minds of the darkest, creepiest, sex craved maniacs. Beware, treacherous curves lie ahead…. You know, most of these patrons, make this job feel like stealing candy from little babies. It’s wrong, and you know it’s wrong, but having it come so easy is part of the addiction. Ninety percent of these men have something weird about them that makes me feel like I came down with a deadly dose of Anal Glaucoma, (because I sure as hell can’t see my ass dealing with them today). But as the old saying goes, money talks, bullshit walks… So I put on my dummy armor and head for my future migraine. The phone starts to chirp and I embark on my adventure for the day. Will it be candy canes and gum drops or shit roasted wiener dogs? To no surprise, the first caller doesn’t disappoint. He is hopped up on Viagra and old school player confidence. “Rico suave” ends up being “Nico don’t come my way!” and pulls up in a 1995 Buick LeSabre equipped with a spiderwebbed front windshield and broken passenger door handle. As he smiles and shows his nicotine and coffee stained chompers, you get slapped in the face with his overindulgence of Aqua Velva and Stetson. He licks his thumbs and smooths his eyebrows, and steps out of his redneck Cadillac trailing yesterdays fast food wrappers across your driveway. The first thought that crosses your mind? “Hola señor no Habla Inglis” and run back inside to the comfort and safety of your humble abode. Ahhh, wishful thinking. Rent is due, car needs gas, husband needs bond money and the kids need EVERYTHING! It’s kind of like diving into a cold deep swimming pool; hold your nose and pray. Then once Chester-the-Molester’s inside, you feel scraped and burned, disgusting and returned. Ten minutes later, he is cursing at the LeSabre as he has to work to restart it. Then finally, to no avail, he backs out and into the street and relief washes over. Holy shit, I’m sure glad he’s gone! Now back inside to remove his awful stench from you and your surroundings. The day continues with text and phone calls that never cease to amuse me. Just when I think I’ve heard it all some idiot hits my line with something so entertaining, I must screenshot the interaction and share it with whoever will listen. I actually think some of the guys believe that if they try hard enough , they may win an escorts heart over, forever dipping and slipping in her income. I do want to make it clear, not all clients are bad clients. Occasionally one comes along that makes life a little easier; a normal guy. Maybe he’s married, or single, or just likes living alone, but unlike their counterparts, these guys, are much more rare than a unicorn in a sea of horses, they are more like finding an albino alligator in Alaska. If you happen to luck upon this very unusual oddity , then treat him like the valuable ornate being that he is and keep him coming back. These are the special ones I attempt to mold into what I like to call “Sugar Daddy Prospects”. Although these guys tend to be much more clingy and needy than the aforementioned, they provide a safety and comfort unlike anyone else. It’s amazing to have someone to call when things don’t go as planned. It’s like having a “on call boyfriend”. No drama, no headaches, or laundry scattered on the floor. He’s there for your convenience as you are for his. I always prioritize these relationships over my other clients because having someone to call if things get rough is extremely invaluable. They aren’t always generous enough to make them the solo-dolo, but it’s an amazing feeling to not have to sweat small shit and knowing you have a backup plan makes this whirlwind life a little more stable. This industry is extremely profitable and the fast, easy money can be an addiction worse than drugs. For me, it was a curse placed on me at a young age. I saw the glamor and glitz, then got completely lost in a pile of crumpled bills larger then I had ever seen. Very quickly I developed what I like to call “Princess Brat Syndrome” or “PBS”. It’s symptoms include, but are not limited to, snobbish-laughter, uncontrollable whining, spontaneous tantrums, extreme laziness , and a horrible case of “resting bitch face”. The ability to acquire and work a normal job is now out the window. Even when attempted, I am faced with the awful realization that the paycheck i worked so hard for all week could’ve been made in an hour being spoiled and pampered by one of the many suitors lined up to be center of my attention at that time. Fast forward, 20 years, and here I sit, alone in an expensive hotel room, waiting for my miracle. An intelligent mind vanishing into thin air, unable to see the catastrophe that lies ahead. At 41, I’m starting over. I’m in college, I am promoting myself and my brand all over social media and then chasing a dream I’ve had since adolescence. My days are hectic and extremely tight, but my desire to regain confidence in myself continues to be a driving force. I am determined to succeed in becoming a normal, law abiding citizen. Unfortunately though, in my world, you have to shovel a little shit to be able to ride the horse. So, it’s onto the next, I hope for the best, and pray some idiot doesn’t put my patience to the test.
By Nicole Poston4 years ago in Filthy
Devoured: Ressurection
As she stood staring into the dark rolling waves, she knew this was it, her last hope. A last-ditch attempt for liberation. She had tried to do things the right way. Endlessly working to better herself, to be the person they always wanted. The daughter her parents hoped for, the woman the man she loved had asked for. And the mother her son desperately deserved. He needed her most than any other, but sadly, it was hopeless. She was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the demons of her past, so why try anymore? She was tired, so desperately tired.
By T.D. Chronicler4 years ago in Filthy
