Our valuable author Alex keeps sending us stories about the whore wife. She’s been fucked by all of his friends and every day seems to bring new adventures. This time, they are going to a club and things are about to get really wild.
If you are reading this story for the first time, you might consider reading the first part and the second part of this story and see how it all started, enjoy!
We extend our thanks to the author Alex.
My sexy wife Lisa has become so wild since her sexual encounters with my friends. While she is very reserved at work, she turns into a little whore when the opportunity arises. It has actually made our relationship stronger and there is never any jealousy involved. This next story happened last month and I still get hard as I write this!
After a few weeks of non stop work Lisa and I decided to blow some steam off and go out. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant and started with some Margaritas. Lisa was dressed to kill as always in a little black dress with a spaghetti strap top. She wore black stiletto heels to match and her long black hair was flowing. Underneath she wore a sexy black V-string and no bra. We ate and drank for about an hour and a half and we were both feeling pretty good. We didn’t want to just go home so we began exchanging ideas on where to go. I came up with the idea to go to a strip club and surprisingly Lisa agreed. We had gone to one a few years back in Las Vegas, but somehow I knew we would have more fun this time! (Read More…)
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Lynda XX has been kind enough to send us the fifth part of ongoing series where you can enjoy the sweet love that a girl and a woman share, they plunge into lesbian ecstasy and there’s no way of stopping them.
We extend our thanks to the author Lynda XX.
My eyes opened, it was morning, the sun streaming in through gaps in the curtains, I was on my back with Natalie’s head resting part on the pillow and part on my shoulder, her arm across my chest and her leg over mine, I felt her soft shallow breath against my skin, I smelt her musky perfume and the smell of her, my mind whirled back to last night. The unforgettable moments of carnal lust, the moments of softness and intimacy this flows as one woman loves another. I buried my face in her hair which was now spread out over her pillow marvelling at is richness and softness and remembered as she had teased my nipples with the end of her braid sending jolts of sensual feeling coursing through me,
I lightly trailed my fingertips over her taut breasts and stomach, watching the sensitized skin quiver at my touch, still enthralled by her beauty.
“You’re so beautiful Natalie,” I whispered before I leaned down to kiss her.
As my lips met hers they opened, allowing my tongue to sweep in, what started out as a gentle duelling of tongues turned into a frantic devouring of each other. Her eyes flicked open as her arms came around me and she fisted her hands in my hair, holding my head still as her mouth left mine, her big china blue eyes full of passion and lust boring into mine and then took little bites of my neck as she pressed and rubbed her body against me. (Read More…)
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Ralph has sent us one more story about his adventures with his mother in law, he keeps fucking all of her holes but suddenly, things get screwed up…
We extend our thanks to the author Ralph.
This might be my last story about my sexual adventures with my Mother-In-Law. Sometimes things take a wrong turn and earlier this week it did.
After my last writing my MIL said we should meet at her place just for something different. She said her mother was going out with some of her family members and we would have the house to ourselves. She called around 6:00 to tell me her mother had left and she would be expecting me around 6:30. I arrived promptly rang the doorbell and was greeted by my MIL in some very attractive lingere. She asked how I liked it. I couldn’t help but like it the bustier really showed off her tits, and the “T” back panties made her ass look fabulous.
We made our way to her room closed her door (to keep her moms annoying poodle out)got on her bed and just started with some tender kissing and fondling. This went on for almost 30 min during which time we had gotten each other undressed. I was looking forward to a nice session of love making but she had other plans. She told me all she wanted to do was “fuck”! She grabbed my dick and started to masturbate me very rough, so as a payback I pinched both her nipples , lifted her tits off her chest and began to jiggle them. She then started to suck me letting her teeth graze my cock and giving light bites as she went. (Read More…)
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Lynda XX keeps developing on a topic of lesbian love and I think she really knows what she is writing about, the story make all of YourLust team’s cocks and pussies hard and leaking. We are sure that you’ve got to read it and there’s no doubt that it’ll make you hot…
We extend our thanks to the author Lynda XX.
“Because, Natalie. Because it feels good.” I responded, and kissed her again, and she responded. She was wearing a musky perfume. It was driving me crazy. My tongue sought hers and hers sought mine. I reached and unbuttoned her blouse. We separated enough to let it drop to the floor. My hands came ran lightly over her lacy bra, over her breasts. Natalie’s hands were in my hair, God! it felt good, her fingers in my hair, on my ears.
I found the clasp for her bra in the front, and undid it. There is something exciting in taking off another woman’s bra. An anticipation, a quickening, my stomach gave a little quiver. I pushed the straps off her arms and it too fell to the floor. My hands quickly went to her small but perfectly formed breasts. I started rubbing around the base of her breasts and made squeezing motions around and up until I reached her nipples, they were already hard when I reached them. I flicked them with my thumb, pinched them, and rubbed them. I felt them with them base of my hand and with my fingers. I wanted to suck them so badly. Natalie was making a sound from the bottom of her throat. It started out as a moan but soon began to be a purr. I was making this lovely young woman purr!
I wanted to know what other sounds she would make. (Read More…)
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Lynda XX develops on the lesbian theme and the third part of “Secret Desire” is going to be even more exciting, just imagine a mature woman and an 18 year old teen girl lost in lesbian love and caresses, I am sure you’ll not tear yourself away from the story…
We extend our thanks to the author Lynda XX.
I stood transfixed by the bathroom door and watched in awe as this beautiful young girl masturbated herself, the sounds of her sexual lust permeating around the room, the smell of her musk reaching my nostrils, my eyes widened as her ministrations got quicker and quicker, her hips were undulating in a fucking motion, her whole body writhing from an inner passion that she was unable to control.
The towel slipped from my body as my hands started to caress myself, all sensible thoughts and vows I had made to myself slipped away, I was being drawn inexorably towards the final act, the one which I had tried to resist so much but my resolve was just melting away second by second as I watched her complete abandonment to carnal lust.
As if drawn like a moth to a flame I walked over to the bed just as she reached an orgasm, her screams and moans filled the room, I watched as her sweet cum flooded over her fingers, soaking the duvet cover, I leant over her and gently kissed her wet face, her eyes flew open wide in panic and she sat up staring at me. I gently pushed her back on my bed, asking her lie back, she smiled at me and did as I asked. (Read More…)
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Now the mistress wants more than a slave licking her feet, she wants to humiliate him even more than that, what can be worse? You’ll probably think, read and find out!
The girl saw that her foot was absolutely dry, so she removed it from the slave’s face for he would lick it until she stopped him. There were a few drops of milk on the floor which had flown down from her toes.
I hoped my Mistress would allow me to drink the milk but I heard a different thing.
- Don’t you see what’s on the floor, slave? – The girl asked strictly but playfully. – You know, I can’t stand dirt in my kitchen. Lick it!
I sighed, lowered my head to the floor and started licking those little drops. I had hardly finished when Helen plunged her foot into the milk again and pointed it at my face. This time more milk was on the floor… I knew I would have to lick it all again… I began sucking my Lady’s foot.
The girl gave her slave to drink this way for some time. What she liked the most was when he licked the floor, so she tried to pour more milk there. Soon she got tired of that game either.
- Ok, slave, now you can lap it from the glass. Lap, not drink!!! Do it! And don’t forget about your ass, it must always be stuck out! – The girl sat comfortably on the chair wishing to enjoy the scene.
It was not easy to lap as an animal though my tongue was working fast. I felt hurt that she didn’t allow me to drink it right from the glass… (Read More…)
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The mistress wants to go even further and make a pet out of her slave, she makes him crawl like a cat and lick the milk off her feet….
The girl knew that her slave was afraid of punishments, of any kind, and would do everything to avoid them. “I can use that” she decided.
Helen was a great judge of men’s character and she saw through this guy. Just a couple of dates were enough for her to learn about his fears, weaknesses, troubles which she would certainly use. Of course he had good qualities as well and she liked him because of them. She wouldn’t allow a ditherer with no personal opinion to be close to her, a person who would follow her rules blindly and pass the buck at her. The girl considered herself a clever person and wanted to see a thing of good quality beside her. Her new slave had his own viewpoint at everything, he was very intelligent and she respected him for that.
It was like a game, a challenge for her. Two strong personalities collided. She would undoubtedly be the winner. She liked his desire to be a good slave, his attitude to everything, the way he carried out her orders. He evidently tried to foresee her wishes and did his best to serve her. She had to direct him and soon this game would become the sense of life for him.
Of course she understood very well how unpleasant, humiliating and even painful was to carry out her orders for him… But watching the tips of his ears turn red when she treated him as a girl and fucked him was extremely exciting, it was her vision of life – to enslave another person and make a submissive slave from him for her personal use… (Read More…)
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This time the mistress is going to have lunch, but the slave has to sit near her lap and try to catch the grapes with his mouth, he can’t do it and she is laughing and humiliating him again…
I looked ruffled and was covered with Helen’s discharge. Making her bed carefully I checked if all the pieces were on their places. I preferred to check everything twice, so that I knew I had missed nothing. Then I washed my face the second time this morning…
“Now I have to take my place, right here, on the carpet” I thought gloomily when I was in the corridor. Of course it was her right to use or ignore me…
The girl was in the kitchen, drinking tea probably. This time she hadn’t invited me. “I’m just a slave for her and she demonstrated that yesterday night. And my place is at her feet…”
I sat in the corridor for an hour or so. When she sometimes passed me by I lowered my head respectfully showing my submissiveness. However, the girl paid no attention to me. I was like an empty place for her, a piece of furniture…
Soon, to my horror, I understood she was going somewhere. As usual I couldn’t know where or how long she was going to be there… When she came up to me I knew what to wait… She took me to the toilet and said with her ordinary intonation “Sit down and wait for me here!” (Read More…)
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How does a morning start for a slave? Can he wake up earlier than his mistress? What does his mistress usually want in the morning? Read and enjoy…
I woke up the next morning and stretched myself lazily. Of course the floor was not the best place for sleeping but I felt I had had a good sleep. I looked at the bed and saw my Mistress still sleeping lying comfortably on her soft large bed.
“Yeah, the evening was hard…” I remembered her playing with me. Even after such a sleep my butt reminded me about yesterday’s events. I closed my eyes and decided to sleep a bit longer. Of course I couldn’t even think about sleeping at her feet yet, it was a great honor and I had to work hard to deserve that. However, I could dream, dream about a soft sofa, for instance… However, I knew my Mistress a bit and understood she wouldn’t allow that. Her slave had to sleep close to her in case she needed something. And all those conveniences were only for her, for the Mistress. It was not easy to grasp that and I had to get used to it….
I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get up, get ready to greet the girl in an appropriate way. I sighed, rolled my bed and tip-toed out of the room. In the bathroom I washed my face, brushed hair and cleaned teeth quickly.
I realized that I had to go back and wait for the girl’s awakening standing on my knees. It could last for an hour or more as she had nothing to do this Sunday morning and might want to sleep longer. (Read More…)
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This time the slave is going to feel a really huge dildo fucking him, he can do nothing to stop it, he has to submit all of himself to his mistress and she enjoys drilling his ass and sitting on his face…
- Ok, it’s high time he was fucked, - she decided and spread some lubricant over the strap-on.
I was lying in that humiliating position and couldn’t really understand why my Mistress needed that. I was so submissive and obedient, ready to do everything for her…
I tried to listen to every sound as I had nothing else to do… I was smart enough to realize who I belonged to now. I had thought that it would be just a game, she would give orders, make me lick her, serve her… But when I started to get to know her and her requirements I understood what a mistake I had made. She was a real Mistress who had let me understand it from the very first minute. I felt I had fallen into a trap which allowed me no way out. It was sad and humiliating to realize I couldn’t go away from her even if I wanted to. She was the only one to decide what to do.
She would make me live according to her rules and habits. She would introduce more and more rules I would have to follow. She would create a person she wanted to see and it would really be a great honor for me to lick her… (Read More…)
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