I traveled to a country in the Middle East (my father's country of birth) for 21 days over Christmas and New Year.
The weather was fantastic 21C ~ 72F. The people over there are generally nice and warm; they are very modest in their clothing especially women who were covered entirely, except for the face. Usually they wear long black dresses with a black veil to cover their hair.
My phone buzzed. Looking down at it, I saw that it was a text message from Emma. Looking in the rearview mirror, the blue and red flashing lights of the state trooper that had just pulled me over spiked into my eyes and the high beams made my eyes water. Pushing the button on the phone, I read the message. 'Where are you?' it said.
'I am going to kill Carl!' I thought for the hundredth time.
I wanted to jump up and run screaming from the restaurant, but I remained seated and kept a smile plastered on my face. It wasn't easy. I probably didn't need to bother. I doubt the girl across from me would have noticed if I let my true emotions show. She was too busy telling me her life story to see much else.
Dark had already enveloped us while the sun continued its slow crawl down the horizon, the red and purple western sky barely visible above the tops of the soaring white pines, the dim light of dusk lacking sufficient strength to penetrate the forest to the dirt road our car bounced along.
The woods swallowed us.
As I drive to your house I think about our lives. Both new members of the single parent club, it is hard for us to find time to be alone together but we always do. You don't live that far away, but when my pussy is wet and throbbing as I think of you it seems like I will never get there. Finally, I turn off the main road and am that much closer to you. The road turns to dirt and through the field and trees I see the back of your property where you took me to look at shooting stars.
The first time Lara laid eyes on him had been in court. She had sat on the hard bench in the back row of the public gallery and watched him give his closing arguments on a Murder One case – Matricide. A chill shot up her spine as she pondered how anyone would contemplate killing their own mother. But the vehemence with which Ross de Marco stated his client's innocence was compelling.
"This has been way too easy," I think to myself as I pause to take in the scene before me. My petite young nurse/radiologist is bent over in front of me, stark naked, her upper chest and the side of her head resting on the examination table, her arms at her sides and her little hands spreading her ass cheeks, eagerly waiting for me to impale her tight little anal canal on my rigid nine inch cock.
Don't be shy with me... Fuck me, Fuck my tight little fuckhole. I want to feel your balls smack my clit as you grab a tit with each hand relentlessly, mercilessly pounding my sweet ass with your fat cock.
Mmm Fuck! I scream as I feel your cockhead enter me, pushing your long fat shaft all the way deep inside my ass with one hard push. Pulling completely out and pushing it straight back inside for the first few thrusts.
This was way better than what she'd been expecting...
Tara had been looking for "something new" for a long time. She had married her childhood sweetheart straight out of college and thought that he was everything she wanted. She assumed marriage was a place to indulge all of her sexual fantasies and that her husband would want to join her in them. He instead became even more reserved. Sex, when she could convince him to, was short, boring, and very vanilla.
In the last chapter, my sub Peter helped me live out my medical fantasy. So wanted to help him live out one of his.
If you've read my other stories (and you should), you know that he loved all things anal, including strap-on sex. His fantasy was to blindfolded and fucked in the ass by a stranger. Eventually, he'd want to see the stranger's face, but not until she'd cum.