1. Fantasy Fulfilled?


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: sithlord6969, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    ear “you really love hearing about my slutty past don't you?” All I was capable of doing was to grunt in reply, my hips pounding her even harder. Just as I approached climax, she gripped the base of my dick with all her might as screamed “STOP!” What else could I do? I pulled out quickly and rolled onto my back. “I have a bet for you” she teased at me. “What's the wager?” “Beginning right now, I say you can't go 12 hours without cumming...” “The stakes?” “If you win, you get your greatest fantasy. I throw away my diaphragm, I never use any form of birth control ever again and you get to knock me up as many times as you want for the rest of my fertile years!” “If you win?' “You are my slave of the rest of our honeymoon. You give me absolute obedience without question...” It took me less than a second to agree. Smiling a smile of a cat about to spit feathers, she rolled on top of me and pined my arms to the floor. I playfully I tried to push her off of me, but moving quickly, she clutched my hardness and began to stoke at a furious speed. I lasted about 10 seconds before I exploded all over her hands... I'm sure her laughter could be heard on the French Quarter street below. Before I could say a word she leapt up and squatted over my face. “Feast on this slave, because this is all you're getting this week!” I suddenly understood, she meant to tease me mercilessly the rest of the week! I never even went soft... As I ate her, she told me the rules for the week. “No ...
    masturbating. No more orgasms for you this week at all!. Do whatever I say without question. Break any of these rules and you will be punished!” After her third hard cum she stood and began to dress herself. “Get ready, we're going to dinner” she ordered. It was difficult to put on my semi-tight jeans with the throbber I had going, but I dressed, fixed my hair and brushed my teeth quickly, then sat waiting for my wife. Stacey sat on the bed playing with herself while I got ready, I did my best to ignore her, but her smell permeated the room. When I was done she dressed, if you could call it that. Being about 4'11” and 95 pounds, she pulled out one of my white tee shirts and d****d it over herself, it fell to just below the curve of her ass. She spun in front of the full length mirror, exposing her wet shaven pussy and small tight butt. She spun again, then stopped. Pulling a bright red scarf from our luggage, one I usually used to tie her up with, she wrapped it around her waist like a sash. Tying the knot, she spun again, this time only the bottom of her ass was exposed. She smiled, added a pair of black thigh high stockings and platform sandals. She retrieved her purse and stood by the door, waiting for me to open it. I dared not utter a word. I began to realize her plan. Down onto the busy streets we went. She was walking next to me, practically hanging on me. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils. Every eye on the street was dawn to her, every head turned, most mouths agape. The ...
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