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Hooking Up Online

One of the guys from my favourite website, swinging.co.nz, had offered to take a few pictures of me for my profile.

I thought this was a good idea and probably reasonably harmless.

I arrived at my new friends  in a little black dress with no bra and skimpy panties.

My new friend takes some wonderful photos and after a while I start to feel a little aroused, which becomes obvious as my nipples become hard and can be seen through the material of my little black dress.

He suggests we take the shoot outside to Cornwall Park because it is such a beautiful day and the light would be just perfect to get some great outdoor shots. I change into a new outfit and we head to the park.

After a while I tell him I want to sit back and relax so I lay back on the grass. He moves to sit beside me and starts kissing my temple with small, dry kisses. I hold my breath, every nerve alive to his touch. I moan as he keeps kissing me with these tender little kisses, my head supported by his hand, his fingers tangled in my long hair. I lean back, longing to lie down and surrender myself to this blissful seduction. 

He lowers my head to the ground and puts his free arm across my belly, his hand on my waist . Running his thumb in little circles on the sensitive skin just above my hip he kisses his way down my throat, his stubble grazing my skin just as I had imagined.

I sigh and moan again, arching my back to push my breasts towards him as I put my hand on his head and pull him to me. I can smell the slightly citrus smell of the shampoo he’s used all mixed up with some delicious cologne and that incredibly sexy, musky smell men get when they’re hot.

I try to push him onto my breasts, but he won’t let me and pulls himself up onto his elbows. Slowly he leans across me till his weight is on my chest, then lowers his face to mine. We both have our eyes wide open as our lips get closer, our breath mingling, then his mouth touches mine . His lips are hot and dry against mine, which are still cool and moist from the cool drink I had just had.

We kiss with closed mouths for the longest time, getting a sense of each other, carefully shifting until his entire body is laid alongside mine, one of his thighs thrust between my legs. I can feel his cock hardening so I roll my hips to rub against him, feeling his thigh rub my pussy at the same time. Slowly he slides his tongue between my lips, then we’re kissing hard and passionately, his lips firm and dry against mine as his tongue weaves around my mouth, penetrating me as thoroughly as his cock could.

We writhe against each other on the ground, dry humping like randy teenagers, enjoying the bizarre sensuality of being this intimate with a complete stranger who I had just met on a dating site, in a public place in the middle of the day. The risk and the newness heighten the experience until we are both pinching and squeezing and scratching at each other’s bodies, desperately trying to get our fill of the other.

Roughly he pulls my top up so he can see my breasts, the black lace curving sexily around the full, pale flesh, the pinkness of the aureole visible, nipples straining through the fabric. He exclaims when he sees them, then takes a handful of flesh and kneads it as he presses his mouth against mine again.

I half sit up and struggle to remove my top, I’m so aroused I don’t care about the setting, I just want to be naked for him, so he can touch me wherever he wants. He reaches round and tugs my bra undone, my breasts lying plumply against my chest .

I watch as he removes his polo shirt in one motion, his stomach muscles tense as he holds himself reared up. When he lies back on top of me I almost cry out, the feeling of his skin and the wiry hairs on his chest rubbing against my bare and sensitive breasts is so extreme.

We lie still for a moment, savouring that first sensation of naked skin on naked skin, before resuming our caresses with even greater fervour than before. He’s rough and hasty with me now, but I’m so deeply aroused that it causes only pleasure when he pinches, then sucks and bites my nipples, or crushes my entire breast in his strong hand. His other hand is creeping up my leg as we kiss and I’m only partly aware of it until he gets to my underwear and starts sliding his finger under the elastic round my hip.

“Not yet, You can’t fuck me” I order him in a whisper, pushing upwards so he rolls onto his back and I can lean over on top of him.

I hold him there for a minute, my hands pressed on his chest, his mouth half open, lips red and swollen from our frantic kissing. His chest rises and falls fast with his panting, his stomach hollowing out under his ribcage, his hips holding his trousers away from his stomach, concave as he lies on his back, the trail of dark hair from his belly button leading the eye down towards his crotch and the enticing gap between flesh and fabric.

I run my hand softly down over his stomach, a brief caress over his hip, then back to the centre, where I dip my hand slowly, teasingly into the top of his trousers, inside the broad elastic of his boxers- taught across his lower belly, then I can feel the course, springy hair under my fingers, the heat of his groin, the groan he utters which starts in his belly.

He catches my wrist in his hand and pulls it roughly away, holding it gripped as he forces me onto my back again. I sigh with pleasure, I have always enjoyed being slightly submissive. In all my fantasies I am controlled, coerced, forced into pleasure, but I have never experienced it in real life. All the boys I’d bedded have been pleasurable, but none of them had the confidence to hold me down like this; to push me about a little, dominate me and now it’s happening I find it as exciting and enjoyable as I always thought I would.

I give all control up to him now, no longer trying to explore his body or to stop him when he pushes my skirt up to my waist and pulls my legs apart so he can run his fingers lightly up and down my inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to that hot, throbbing point I’m longing for him to touch. He carefully slides one finger inside the elastic and starts stroking the outer lip of my pussy, this is too much! I wriggle and squirm like a fish on a line trying to move his finger closer to where I want it, but he won’t let me.

He has his free hand flat on my belly, holding my hips to the ground and I have to stay still and let him caress me as he will. As my moans and whispers become more and more frustrated, he moves his finger away and pulls my underwear right down, pushing them off my legs till they hang loosely on one ankle.

I am now naked from the waist down and the waist up, my skirt pushed up over my hips and my legs pulled apart leaving me exposed to his voracious gaze like an erotic exhibit. I find this almost unbearably arousing, being looked at, observed, desired. I desperately want him to touch me, to fill up the aching, empty feeling in my belly, to mould my body against his, but at the same time I want to be watched like this, till my whole being becomes sexual and sensualised.

I am so glad when he starts pulling at my skirt. I want to be naked now, to feel the sun and air on my skin as he begins caressing me again. I watch as he unbuttons his jeans, his thick, hard cock straining against the tight cotton of his pants, then he pulls those off as well and it slips free to hang, suspended in the dark thatch of curls between his legs, pale and swollen with a darker tip, skin stretched absolutely taught across it, veins swelling through to the surface, the tip glistening. I stare at it as, a moment ago, he was staring at my pussy, pink and wet, open to him like some exotic flower, moisture trickling down from my cunt and over my thighs.

I lick my lips nervously, his cock is so magnificent it is almost threatening. He sees this and a thought seems to occur to him, I watch as his pupils dilate with excitement and he smiles. He’s leaning over me now, kissing me roughly on the lips, his cock bobbing against my belly, leaving a smear of moisture there.

Swiftly, I pulled his head down and kissed him, uncaring of anyone watching. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, exploring and sucking on his lips as hard as I could. I pressed and rubbed my breasts against him, shuddering at the friction on my sensitive nipples. I kissed him until I heard him growl, his dick a mass of turgid flesh against my belly. My pussy seemed to contract.

His kisses became more urgent as he grabbed hold of my full breasts and traced circles around her nipples with his fingers. He began to kiss the smooth skin of my neck and I threw my arms around his neck, licking at his ear. I realized that my shirt was halfway open and he had his lips locked around the swollen bud of a nipple through my tube top before I pushed him away, gently, but away, breathing hard. My pussy was a raging and wet inferno. 

Suddenly he reached down and began to finger fuck me, my face became slightly flushed as my breathing became more rugged. I became louder and more energetic and he became bolder. As he inserted a second finger my moaning became almost continuous and I began to gently thrust  up into his wrist which was resting on my clitoral hood. Using the tip of his tongue he stroked over my labia – savouring the taste of every last drop of my sex. As he increased the pressure on my G-spot my steaming hot pussy began to close in on his fingers. Circling his tongue around my swelling clit – my hips flexed powerfully. As he began to spiral in towards her epicentre I gripped his arm tightly as I screamed in ecstasy. As his tongue pressed against my clit my entire body shook uncontrollably with orgasm. As he held the pressure on my G-spot my entire body continued to tremble with wave upon wave of pleasure. His relentless fingers driving me higher and higher. As I threw her head back against the  grass my breasts jiggled and a beautiful orgasm ravaged through my body.

He straddled me and gently rubbed his member over my tingling pussy. Determined to frustrate me every bit as much as he could he teasingly pushed the very head of his pulsing cock in and out of my quivering opening. Catching him off guard I pressed her pussy upon his cock. As my pussy engulfed his cock inch by tantalising inch his eyes never left mine. Whilst he loves the feeling of his bare dick against her wet pussy nothing compares to the satisfaction of looking deep into my eyes as it slides in inch by inch. My pussy is still tingling from my previous climax . I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrusted with deeply into me.

He reached around beneath my legs and gently stroked my slippery pussy . I began to squirm with pleasure as I dug my nails deep into his back. At that moment it was as if the solar system was orbiting around us and nothing else in the world was more important. Angling his dick up toward my G-spot he fucked me with all of the energy he had. “Come on my cock,” he whispered softly. The intensity of the thrusting caused my tits to bounce against his chest. “Fuck yes!” I cried, “Oh my god, oh my god, YES!” Totally lost in one another’s bodies he began to fuck me harder still as he held my naked body tight against his. “Come on me baby,” he whispered as he clenched my bum cheeks hard, digging in his nails. I screamed with ecstasy as waves of orgasm pulsed through my body. My pussy closed hard on his thrusting cock milking it dry as we shared an indescribably intense orgasm. Holding each other closely we plummeted into orgasmic oblivion. The warmth of his cum filled my pussy as I trembled with ecstasy.

 

Sex At St Lukes

I was dressed to turn heads this particular day and was feeling incredibly horny.

Hubby and I had decided that I should pop out and excite the locals over at St Lukes so we headed over there and had a nice cup of coffee during which time I spotted a hunk of a man staring intently at me. I whispered to my hubby and he smiled then got up and headed home.

I left the cafe and wandered into a shoe store. Picking out several styles with very high-heels, I gave them to the sales-lady. As she went to get them in size eight for me, my admirer walked by. I knew he’d be following me, and he didn’t disappoint.

He stood off to the side acting like he was looking at scarves on a display table, but I knew it was me he wanted to see.

When I flash for men, it makes me feel so sexy and desirable. I feel like I have some sort of secret power over them. My mind again started to wander as I thought of this man having his way with me. To quickly my daydream was broken when the lady returned with a stack of boxes. I told her I’d take care of trying them on myself and sat down. Mr. X was directly in front of me and I knew he’d be able to see up my skirt as I tried them on, and just the thought of him seeing that much of me started to get me a little aroused.

I once again bent down to give him another tittie shot as I slipped my red polished manicured feet out of my shoes, and picked up the first box from the top of the stack. I raised each leg up and in, my knee sliding up over my thigh as I slipped on each new shoe. I knew this would expose to him my panties and that sweet, soft spot around my pussy where a woman’s ass cheeks and inner thighs meet. As I pulled each shoe on I could feel my g-string starting to wedge itself between my pussy lips. I’d try on a pair, walking around a little, sashaying from my chair to the floor mirror, and then back to repeat the process.

By the time I had made it to the last pair, my undies were fully enclosed within my mound. From the up-skirt shot I was giving this man the pleasure to see, I knew it probably looked like I didn’t have any panties on at all. They kept pressing on and rubbing at my clit as I walked around. The sensation was incredible. I started really getting hot from the friction within my pussy and the thrill of being watched. My pussy was getting moist and my nipples started to harden, and they both began to get that lovely burning sensation. The adrenalin rush was starting to get to me and I soon found myself uncharacteristically becoming quite bold.

I walked right up to him and said, ‘Since you have seen every pair, which ones did you like best’.

He looked at me with soft blue inviting eyes and said, ‘I like yours the best’

The perfect answer, I just melted.

‘Well then would you like to put them back on me?’, I inquired.

‘With pleasure my sweet’, he replied.

We walked back to my chair and he knelt down on one knee in front of me.

He lightly grabbed my right ankle and raised my leg up to remove the first shoe. My pussy was fully exposed and just feet away from this total stranger’s face. I started to blush, and I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal. He placed my shoe back on and proceeded to the other leg. He commented on how I had the sexiest legs he’d ever seen, and would love to caress ever inch if them. I just sat there and let him change the other shoe.

The saleslady suddenly arrived and seemed unsure how to react to what was unfolding in front of her. I told her all was fine and I only saw one thing that I was interested in. I just looked at Mr. X and smiled.

He took me by the hand and gently guided me over to the table of scarves. He asked me which ones I liked, because he would love to buy a few for me. I asked him why?

‘To gently tie you up with’, he gently whispered.

‘Me?’, I inquired.

‘Yes’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re so magnificent, I’ve love to caress those fabulous legs and worship your pussy’

‘I beg your pardon’

‘Please, don’t be offended; I just want to pleasure you. That’s all’

‘But I’m married, you saw my husband’

‘Yes, that’s why I’d have to tie you up. It’d be like I’m taking you against your will.’

‘Oh, I could never let another man do that to me’

‘But, you’re so lovely, your heavenly body, your pretty face. Please, I’m begging you.’

‘You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?’

‘Never my sweet’

My mind was racing, thoughts streaking through my head. Should I let him pleasure me? How can I even be talking to him, I’m a married woman. I’ve got a husband waiting for me at home. But my pussy was burning with desire, urging to be let go. It would only be this one time. What if we’re caught? My God he’s gorgeous.

Suddenly words came out of my mouth,

‘Red’

‘What?’

‘I like the red ones’….

I stood off to the side as he purchased the scarves. He then led me by the hand out into the parking garage, neither of us saying a word. He walked me to the far end of the nearly empty garage and opened a door into a dirty, cold stairwell. We walked up several flights of steps to a small landing. He backed me up into the corner against a rusty steel pipe that ran from the stark concrete floor to the ceiling.

I was instructed to hold my hands together in front of me. He took one of the scarves from the bag and tightly tied my wrists together. He then took another, pulled my arms high up over my head, and tied my hands to a wheel sticking out from the pipe. There I was; tied, arms stretched upward, waiting to be violated in a public stairwell. He reached behind my waist and unzipped my skirt. He let go and I wiggled out of it as it fell to the ground. My body was shaking as he knelt before me spreading my ankles.

He began by lightly running his hands up and down my legs, one hand on each. Starting at my ankles he’d work them ever so slowly around my calves, behind my knees, then inside and outside my thighs. He’d push my thighs open with his fingers, stopping as his thumbs barely touched my pussy, and then started over. My knees began to weaken and my thighs began to quiver, as he continued his deliberate teasing. Everytime his thumbs would near my pussy, I’d push my hips forward in a fruitless attempt to make him finger me.

After repeating his leg worshipping ritual for several minutes he let his hands continue past my now sopping wet mound, running them up onto my stomach and catching my g-string with his thumbs. It was still wedged in my cunt, and his thumbs forced it up and in even further. As he pushed me crudely against he wall, I could feel his hot breath on my smooth mound. I could hear him taking in deep breaths, as he smelled my once sweet perfumed pussy, which now emitted the strong odor of animal lust.

Electricity shot though me as his tongue darted from his mouth and contacted my glistening lips. He worked it around, up and down both sides, playfully trying to work it into me as my panties block his attempts. My breathing started to become labored and my chest started to heave. I tossed my head backwards and gasped as he pressed his mouth onto me and began to suck. I was literally being eaten alive as he gnawed at my quivering snatch.

I was starting to loose any control that I still had. I could feel my thighs spasm and my stomach start to tighten as my impending orgasm neared. My head was jerking from side to side and long low moans emanated from my ruby red lips. Just as I reached the edge of ecstasy he abruptly stopped. I looked down at him and begged him to continue.

He stood up placing his hands on my face and neck, kissing me. I passionately kissed him back and his hands began to lower. He ripped open my blouse as buttons flew into the air. He pulled down on my bra as the clasp released from the pressure and my tits popped free. He began to assault my breasts, pulling at their soft flesh and biting my rock nipples. As he kissed his way back up my neck, he suddenly pinched both of my hardened points between his thumb and forefingers and yanked them to the sides, stretching them as far as they would go. His mouth smothered my scream as he pressed it against mine, force-feeding me his tongue.

He stopped his manhandling of my breasts and stepped back. I was breathing so heavily, that I hardly got out the words. ‘Don’t stop please, please don’t stop’

He undid his belt, lowered his fly, and pulled out the most marvelous rock hard cock I’d ever seen.

‘What about your husband?’, He asked.

‘Please’, I panted.

‘Please what?’

‘Please do me?’

‘What?’

‘Fuck me, please fuck me!!”

He stepped forward and grabbed the front of my g-string. He pulled up hard as it ripped into my soft flesh. He kept lifting me up and I lost my shoes as I tried desperately to stand on my once perfectly manicured toes. He leaned his full weight into me and whispered into my ear.

‘What do you want?’

‘You’

‘Me?’

‘Yes you. Your cock’

‘Where?’, as he yanked even harder and I could feel his twitching member pulsing against the front of my abused pussy.

‘In me’, I panted.

‘Now?’

‘Oh god, yes now’

With that he let go and pulled what was left of my g-string to the side. He grabbed my ass checks, lifted me up and spread me open. I was so wet that as he lowered me, I easily slid onto his member. He shoved his raging hard-on into me with one, long hard thrust. It was like lighting bolts going off in my pussy. I immediately started to moan again and move my hips to his rhythm. He was again slow and methodical, lifting me up and down, pounding into me like a jackhammer. I wrapped my long tanned legs around his back and squeezed my legs together to pull him father into me. He let go of my ass and the full weight of my body pushed my pussy down onto base off his cock. I’d never been penetrated so far before as he ground into me. His member was so deep I could feel it pushing against my cervix and I could actually feel his pelvic hair inside me, scratching at my engorged clit.

Once again as I neared an explosive orgasm he stopped. Little did I know that before I could beg him to start again, my physically punishment would begin. ‘A mall slut like you needs to be taught a lesson’, he hissed, grabbing my hair and wrenching my head back. He leaned backwards; his cock still securely imbedded in my pussy and slapped my breast. My body jolted as his hand smacked my sweaty flesh. Every time the back of his hand made contact, my tits swayed violently from side to side. Pain would shoot through my engorged nipples, and a shock wave would fire though my body, causing my cunt to contract and twitch.

I was totally out of control. The muscles in my legs couldn’t take the strain any longer and fell from his waist. I was flailing like a rag doll, impaled on his thick cock. My orgasm hit me so hard I started to scream. He placed his hand over my mouth to quiet me, only adding to the passion of the moment of being bound, abused, and literally raped in public. After several minutes my orgasm began to subside and he put his arms under my thighs lifting my legs up. He pressed his hands against both walls and painfully spread me open. He once again began to slowly grind his cock into me and soon began to grunt. He rammed his member into me on last time as I felt it start to twitch.

Oh God!! No!! He’s coming. In Me!!!

I tried in vain to extricate myself from him, but my struggles only increased and quickened his orgasm.

Soon one, two, three, four spurts of hot cum fired into my pussy.

He leaned into me until he caught his breath as his cock retreated and slid out of me. As he released my legs and lowered them to the floor, I could hardly stand I was so spent. Only the scarves binding my hands kept me from collapsing onto the cold, dirty concrete floor. I just hung there, my pussy seeping cum, breasts red and swollen from the assault.

Rendevou on the Viaduct

I’d picked up a hot new outfit from the team at The Sex Shop and I was determined to use it to help me get over the latest fight with my boyfriend.

I slipped the sexy lingerie on and immediately felt like a million dollars, this felt so good and garters always made me feel extra horny.

A quick log in at my favorite dating website, Swinging.co.nz and I’d organised for Jack, one of the guys who had contacted me on the site who was married but looking for discrete encounters, to meet me at one of the bars down on the viaduct.

Jack always made me wet with his messages on Swinging.co.nz , always promising to just fuck my brains out with out any niceties, take my hand and lead me away and that’s exactly what I felt like.

2 hours later I stood at the bar; my head was feeling slightly dizzy after my second glass of wine. I was hoping I stood out from the crowd in my little black dress that sat just below her buttocks.

I spotted Jack, his jet black hair was expertly tousled and his face was weathered by the sun. He had sexy stubble and dressed like he didn’t care but I could see how much effort he had put in to make it seem like he just rocked out of bed. I shot him a gleaming smile then bit my lip in a seductive manner. He watched me slowly sip the last of my drink; he could see my lips enveloping the glass, he could taste me from the other side of the bar, there was no way he could let me get away.

Jack was a simple guy, simple life, simple job and a lot of ladies. His dashing looks made even the most beautiful girls quiver. He has been drinking with a guy from work when he picked up the message set from the Swinging website that she wanted to finally meet. As he looked over her he noticed her slender legs seemed to go on forever and only if that dress was a little bit shorter, all he could think of was sliding his hand in between those thighs, moving the fabric from her shoulders, unzipping and kissing. She wanted him, he could tell, the way she bit her lip and brushed her hand “accidently” over her breasts. She was walking out of the bar into the warm summer night, shooting a come here glance over her shoulder. He felt a twinge in his trousers and he knew all the flirting on the website was about to turn to reality.

I snaked outside and perched on a wall round the corner eagerly waiting for him. He quickly approached me and gently kissed me on the cheek. I fiercely turned my head and kissed him hard on the lips. He could taste my sweet lip-gloss and the smell of my flowery perfume hung in the humid air.

He brushed her hair off my neck and traced from my ear to my collar bone with his finger. He kissed my neck and could hear a slight moan in his ear as he wrapped his hands round my waist and lifted me up placing me on the wall like his trophy. I sat there with my piercing eyes glaring into his; he could feel my nipples stabbing into his chest as he ran his hands up and down my legs.

He slowly opened my legs and pressed his cock into her crotch. I could feel my damp underwear sticking to me. I had my legs wrapped around him and was aware of hard he had become. I massaged his cock through his trousers wanting every inch of him inside me. He unzipped his jeans exposing his cock to the warm air as he ran his hand across her thigh. Feeling my inner legs dampening, he started massaging my clit and gliding his fingers in and out of me. I moaned in ecstasy, a bead of sweat trickled down my cleavage, my clit was swollen with desire and all I could think of was him deep insideme; but not yet.

I stood up; role reversal time. I pushed him down onto the wall and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest and licking down his stomach. I took all of his throbbing cock in my mouth. He wanted to explode as I ran my tongue over the tip of his penis. He wanted to orgasm right there, but he couldn’t leave without his cock in that tight dripping wet pussy.

We were silent other than the moans of pleasure and heaving breathing; he didn’t even know my name but he knew he would never forget this.

I was ready. I climbed back on to the wall as he stepped between my legs again. I moved my silky panties to one side and he rammed his cock inside me. I was so wet but so tight, every thrust seemed like he went deeper insider me.

He stood back  and hitched my dress up to expose my toned stomach. Peeling my panties off with his teeth he turned me around bent me over and started licking my pussy from behind, then he pounded his cock into me, he heard me scream and my pussy tighten even more as I reached orgasm. This was it; he exploded inside me, he felt like everything had been drained from him and wanted to slump on the floor .My body was tingling from what I had just experienced, he took my face in his hands and gently kissed me.

“My name is Jack, my place or yours?”