He bent me across his waist. "You're a sexy, dirty little girl." His words were stinging and exciting and he lifted my dress. More handling...and then a whack on my bottom..."You should be spanked because you're dirty," he said and he spanked me again...pushing me against his leg. Now he was massaging my bottom...spanking me again as I moved against his hand. "Sit on me," he said, lifting me away from his lap. He pulled my legs apart, feeling up my thighs and I sat on him...I leaned my head on his shoulder, shivering, not from the cold...from the heat and feelings of his hundred fingers and my waist moving to get more, feel more, breath more...I was gulping for air as he said dirty words in my ear...I was his "wet cunt" his "dirty cunt" his "little tart" I was a dancer too, my waist dancing on his fingers...then I said "Stop." "Stop. It's too...much." and he held me there. I didn't feel dirty at all. My little body parts clinging to his fingers...resting, relieved, washed and clean is what I felt. I was on my bed now at home, lying back, dreaming, in my dream he was doing the work, stroking, petting, just...AH!...just there and I was flexing hard and my head back on his shoulder as he touched and explored, thrilling me and I pulled on his hands at my waist...it was so quiet in school...so quiet. I think he liked my writing technique. I got a passing grade. I learned a kind of lesson. I got to thinking, on many nights, about the two guys. They were both rough, one grabbing, one spanking. Very different but the same result...they got me going. The spanking though was best. The teacher would hit my bottom and then rest his hand on me, moving it around, like soothing the skin he had hit and then spanking me again, smoothing again. It stung each time but I forgot about the sting and waited for his soothing touch. Then I was raising my rump, opening to his touch when the palm of his hand slid on my lips, fingers dipping...I put my hand back...I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his pantyhose hand made me shake and move on it...then he would rest his hand and play with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come on his fingers, my cunt in the palm of his hand, my cheek on his knees. He felt my hot cheek and my breathing on him...it seemed like hours but it was minutes and I hoped he would check my papers some time soon... Night after night I went to sleep with these conflicting dreams...spanking, searching hands, disgusting hands forcing me down...it all put me to sleep...after I had thought it all through...it was the combination of pain followed by intense pleasure...awaking with the slap, ignited by the fingers probing...I could almost come just by thinking about it...of a hundred hands I only needed my fingers. For “A” Perhaps I should explain. This is a real life, up to the minute account involving real people who, through many reasons, would be vulnerable in both their professional and personal lives if too many details were to be made public. I am sure you, the reader, will forgive the lack of names or accurate location details. Those that know me well will probably recognise certain aspects and possibly add two and two together. I will have to deal with that, if and when the time comes. My reputation, although important to me, is somewhat less of a consideration than ‘A’s’ is to both of us. “A” is a very beautiful woman who is not from this country. She is employed by the same organisation as I am. Her role is as my superior’s Personal Assistant and as such, means we interact almost on a daily basis. “A” is forty and is seven years into her second marriage, I have a feeling that all is not well in that department, but it is something we have not discussed too deeply. She has lived in England as long as her marriage. ‘A’ only talks about parts of her life outside of work and work related topics. She keeps the rest private and under lock and key. I can understand that and, to a point, empathise with it as well. Coming from Poland and with the upbringing she has had in a strict family, sharing some information is not a natural condition and I wouldn’t pry. japanese asian “Nuts. I had to admit that I’d felt good. “No no, never Nicole had sex with Alex or any other man neither me for 5 years except Alex. I ran my tongue up and down each of her lips and then between them. “Dave! It was not pee. I then went to some shelves and squatted down with my knees apart, to read a label on a packet. He held her, her thighs wrapped about his waist, his hands groping her ass. but slowly”. “Just be a bit wiser about stuff like that in the future, huh?” She continued. Sophie “Lick it!”. "Yes,"She groaned,"It hurts, but it hurts so japanese good! I'm fucking cumming inside you Grandma!" Days later, the icy cluster-fuck finally came to an end, leaving the entire state buried in snow. Forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. He opened the door and went to sit in the chair near the bed. And... yeah...” I answered. I’m Rick, 39, single, and a year removed from a twenty year stint in the US Marines Corp. I went in when I finished high school, and loved my position so much, I stayed asian the required twenty for retirement. James-----Thank you for that update. She struck Rohit as much more of a MILF than anyone he had met. The young gray got an evil grin on its face as it pulled the trigger, the beam at full strength! “Maybe; it looks a bit like the one the receptionist was wearing at the clinic that I went to; but quite a bit shorter.” Jill kneels in front of me taking my hard cock into her wet mouth. This time it was where you wanted his tongue. Or... pantyhose She couldn’t believe who it was. “Then do it!” she whimpered.