Charles had just left to pick up some contract papers in Tunbridge Wells and as I was left alone here with my new young stable hand John waiting for him to get back to take me to out to lunch. I had already seen the fabulous pounding that he gave my friend Vienna (while her husband thought that she was out riding with me) so I thought that it was my turn for a REAL pounding too… I needed to cum and I needed to cum VERY hard! Sonia xx To see the full length Lady Sonia Movie visit Lady Sonia here

Do you want to join me in the bath for a little fun? We can talk of course and perhaps you would like to take your cock out so that I can look at it as I masturbate? I am so wet… Come on… I want to have some fun and then of course I will need to cum… Sonia xx To see the full length Lady Sonia Movie visit Lady Sonia here

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In this Lady Sonia movie, Lady Sonia sucks three young studs cocks. While wearing suspenders and stockings at the same time she sits on one lucky studs face and he licks her nice wet cunt. In the complete movie we see these three young studs get sucked and fuck Lady Sonia untill they all shoot cum in Lady Sonia’s mouth and over her big firm breasts. To see the full length Lady Sonia movie and all her other movies visit Lady Sonia here

I was at rather a loose end on Saturday as I had ridden out with a few of the ladies on the morning but after showering and getting changed to go through to Tunbridge Wells to do a little shopping I really wanted to do something a little more exciting. All of the stable hands were busy so I thought that I would have to relieve my frustration with a vibrator but then I rang Nico and he said that as long as I agreed to play 100% his way without any questions he would drive over and help me out. So of course I agreed… Sonia xx To see the full length Lady Sonia Movie visit Lady Sonia here

“Of course the young stable hand is aware that there is a price to pay… He knows that later on after all of the ladies have gone I will tie him by his wrists to the changing room coat hangers and then use my riding crop upon his naked flesh HARD after I have had my shower… But of course this does not dampen his excitement… Perhaps it even adds to it a little? As I sit here in my office waiting for the lady riders to arrive… My chair in the middle of the room, the door is locked and my lovely long legs are WIDE open before him… This particular stable hand has a very strong pantyhose fetish so of course I have taken off my skirt to allow him a FULL view… And as I am not wearing any panties the stable hands eyes are able to examine my legs and my most intimate areas through the ultra sheer denier as he stands before me… His rock hard cock is out through the open zip of his jodhpurs and his hand is jerking up and down its full length furiously as I display myself completely to his lust filled eyes…

I wonder… Does the fact that my husband’s car has just pulled into the driveway excite the young stable hand even more? I can see that my eyes watching him excites him as I watch him gasp and wank furiously for me… Then at last there is a cry of pleasure as the first jet of sperm shoots out of the tip of his ridged cock and as I feel splash after splash of hot thick sperm spray into the thin pantyhose covering my clearly visible sex and fully erect clitoris in a huge heavily gushing and wildly splashing torrent like a virile hosepipe from his beautiful cock I can feel myself tremble as my first orgasm approaches… Then as my husband knocks at the office door I let out a little gasp of pleasure as my climax floods through me… ”

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Ok, I had just got back here after having lunch with friends in Knightsbridge and I thought that it would be rather fun if we spent a little time helping each other to cum? Would you like to do that? Once I made up my mind I picked out a cock-shaped dildo and my favorite vibrator and as soon as you have downloaded Shall We Cum Together from the Premier Video Library we can get started! Would you like that? Well its my turn first and after I have shown you EVERYTHING I will help you to cum too! Sonia xx

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Things are very busy here this week at the stables as we get ready for the twenty or more ladies who I am expecting here on Boxing Day for the now traditional Christmas ride out and then on top of that I am having a few days away at the end of the week to visit friends as well. Anyway, I REALLY enjoyed shooting this video VERY much. I only had a few minutes before Charles was due back here from the airport and this video was a lot of fun to shoot as I got ready to go out. Sonia xx To see the full length Lady Sonia Movie visit Lady Sonia here

My white see-through blouse did everything to emphasize my voluptuous breasts, and he could clearly see the darker area of my huge brown nipples as they jutted through the delicate fabric. My little black mini skirt was so skimpy that it barely seemed to cover my buttocks, although my seated position didn’t let him know for sure. But it did seem to ride extremely high over my upper thighs, exposing the better part of my hips and gave a very clear view of my black lace thong panties, which were clinging, to my sex like a second skin. As he looked more intently, he could almost see the tiny shadow of the thin line of perfectly trimmed pubic hair showing through the material. The way that I displayed myself was quite obvious… This together with my black leather spiked-heeled thigh boots, I was really dressed to arouse every guy that happened to look at me. And he was no exception, as he couldn’t help a raging hard-on from developing as he looked at me…

He watched as I stood up and walked to the dance-floor, gasping at the way that my mini skirt almost exposed my firm bottom. As I danced, I was letting the guys brush against me, frequently stealing glances at their crotch to see the effect I was having upon them. At one point, a guy even got so bold as to hold me by the hips and grind his crotch against my firm bottom. Not only did I let him do that, but I even helped him by rubbing and gyrating my buttocks against him. Then I suddenly withdrew, and as the guy seemingly tried to talk me into going with him, I looked him up and down and answered something that made him turn away and walk back to his seat red faced.

When I went back to sit at my table I saw the guy sitting on the next table gasp as I bent over in such a way that my mini skirt pulled up and he could see the exposed cheeks of my firm bottom very clearly. I sat down and looked around, making sure that my little show hadn’t gone unnoticed. Then as he felt my gaze focus upon his bulging crotch, he could do nothing to hide the tremendous outline his erect cock was making down his thigh through the thin material of his trousers. I licked my lips and looked up to meet his eyes, flashing a viciously sexy smile, as I appeared to recognize him. Despite the humiliation and frustration that I had him endure at our last encounter, he couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming attraction as his arousal reached new heights that filled him with an irresistible urge to walk over to my table. He was spellbound as I motioned him to sit next to me and I started by asking him:

“Hi, Marcus… Did you enjoy my little tease last time? Did you think it was fun?”

I put her hand on his upper thigh and started running the tip of my long fingernails over it, sending ripples through the fabric that he could feel echo over his dangerously close erection, causing it to throb from the sensation. I said:

“You really like wearing those tight trousers… I hope they don’t get you into trouble this time… You know, you need a lot of self-control, wearing such thin and light trousers and no underwear… Oh yes, it’s quite obvious you don’t wear anything underneath, you know, just look at the way the head of your cock shows through the fabric…”

With that I grabbed the head of his cock and started squeezing it between my fingers in a way that had him feel as if he would cum right then and there. But I withdrew my fingers after giving it a tighter squeeze, and resumed massaging his thigh but he couldn’t help a generous amount of pre-cum from dripping through the material of his trousers. I noticed that right away and I allowed my fingernails run over the wet spot as I said:

“See… You are already leaking! Am I arousing you that much? You know, it’s like the guy on the dance-floor… He was getting really excited as I was grinding myself onto his crotch… I could hear his breath getting heavier and shorter… I could have dry-humped him like that until having him cum into his pants… I am sure that was what he was hoping… He really thought he was about to make his way into my panties… But he was not my type at all… To enclosed in his baggy trousers and underwear that I couldn’t even see how aroused I was getting him… I prefer sexy guys like you, they’re so much more fun to play with…”

My fingernails had moved to the head of his cock and started raking on its underside, making it twitch at the sensation. I closed my fingers over his knob and started deftly massaging it through the thin material of his trousers until he felt on the point of near eruption. Then I gave it a tight squeeze that was enough to have his urge subside, and resumed raking my long polished nails on the now hypersensitive underside of his cock, sending electric shivers throughout his body. As I licked my lips at the growing wet spot I had created, I went on talking:

“You know… I have always enjoyed teasing males like you… Even right back when I was eighteen… I loved to let them dry-hump against me until I felt they were on the edge… I could feel them getting tense, their cock throbbing against me… I chose that very moment to push them away and tell them that I had to go… Then I would come home and masturbate just thinking how aroused they had been… On one occasion, I had a date with a young guy who liked wearing very tight linen trousers… His cock and balls were always bulging through the material, and it really excited me to see how hard he got every time I smiled at him… I decided to give him a little, and didn’t put any underwear under my low cut blouse and mini-skirt… He managed to get me into his room, and as we sat down there, I teased him right to the limit, rubbing his erection through his trousers as we kissed, and letting him feel up my thighs so he knew I didn’t have any panties on… You know, I’d just remove my hand every time I felt his cock start throbbing… At one point, I even talked him into licking me to orgasm, and then he got really excited as I resumed massaging his cock soon having him right on the very edge, all ready to explode… I could actually feel the wetness of his pre-cum leaking through the linen at the tip of his cock, and I really loved that… Then I started playing with the fly of his trousers, sliding my fingers into the open zip to feel his naked skin… That’s when I realized he didn’t wear anything underneath either… Now, I knew why his cock was showing so clearly through his trousers, and how it made it so easy to feel his pre-cum… And I was even more aroused to think how vulnerable his lack of protection made him… My fingers were circling around the base of his naked cock and fondling his balls, right until I could see his cock get so hard that it looked as if it would break through the confining material of his trousers… I removed my fingers from his fly, heading them straight onto the jutting outline of the head of his cock, and started squeezing it through the fabric… I could really see his eyes get cloudy and feel his cock throbbing between my fingers… That is when I decided to remove my hand and look at my watch, telling him I really had to get back home now… I left him with very full balls, and I couldn’t believe how powerful my orgasm was as I masturbated later that night…”

As I talked I kept deftly playing with the head of his cock until he felt on the brink of spurting a hot load of cum into his trousers. Then I gave it another tight squeeze and went on with my story:

“After that, I really started looking for guys whose lack of underwear made them easy to tease… I soon knew how to tell just by looking at the bulge in their trousers and seeing how the outline of their cock would show through… One day, I was with a guy at the movies, and we were soon heavy petting… I heard his breath stopping when his hand went up my thigh and reached my sex, realizing I didn’t wear any panties under my mini-skirt… So I just grabbed his cock through his trousers and stated masturbating him as he fingered me to orgasm… But just as I felt his cock throbbing from the approaching burst of ejaculation, he removed my hand and told me to take care of not getting him too close… That’s when I knew that he was afraid of making a mess in his trousers and left in an embarrassing situation… So I decided to let the tease go even beyond what I’d already done… I resumed masturbating him, slowly massaging the head of his cock until he was almost ready to burst, and managed removing my hand just before he would stop me. That was my way of letting him relax and feel I was in control. I kept doing this a number of times, driving him to the edge and stopping short, until I could hear his breath get heavier and heavier. That’s when I actually unzipped his fly, took out his erection, and went on masturbating him with my silk handkerchief… Now he had no reason to be reluctant, and he didn’t try to stop me as I led him over the edge and felt his cock ready to spurt inside my hand… That’s the precise moment I chose to stop my strokes and pushed his cock back inside his trousers… He was really panting hard as he asked me why I’d stopped, I told him I didn’t want to mess my handkerchief… Then I went on masturbating him through his trousers, stopping every time I felt his cock throbbing, right through to the end of the film… As I kept massaging it, I could feel his cock twitching from the bursting need of relief, and when he tried to remove my hand, I purposely resisted and kept on rubbing the head of his cock… That was really too much for him, and he started ejaculating right into his trousers between my fingers… I kept rubbing him, extracting every last drop of cum from his cock until I felt his trousers were completely soaked with sperm… The film ended right after that, so he walk out with soaked trousers… He was red from embarrassment, not knowing how to hide his condition as we walked, and I felt an exhilarating sense of power at having him led to such humiliation… It really aroused me above anything I had experienced, and the orgasms as I masturbated once back home were just overwhelming…”

As I told him how I had made the guy cum into his trousers my deft ministrations on the head of his cock had gotten firmer, having him right on the verge of eruption. He really didn’t care that much about making a mess just so long as he could get some relief to his burning arousal, and he was hoping that I would just do the same as I had done with that guy in the cinema… But at the last possible moment, I applied a tight squeeze to the head of his cock, leaving him gasping from frustrated arousal, and with an ever more noticeable wet spot of pre-cum surrounding the jutting head of his erection. I went on:

“The next summer, I was at that seaside resort that we used to go with my family… I often went to the beach with the son of some friends of my parents, who was just about my age… I loved watching how hard he’d get inside his tight swimming trunks every time I asked him to rub sun lotion over me… He would always try to rub up my thighs or over the side of my breasts, but I managed to turn over every time he got too close… When we left the beach, I made sure he’d notice how I would remove my bikini and stay naked under my light summer dress… Although he was very shy, he once made a comment about that, asking me why I didn’t wear any panties, and I just told him that I really didn’t need them… Then one day, he arrived wearing a pair of white summer trousers that were so tight and thin that you could see the colour of his trunks showing through… I decided it was time to really tease him right to the very edge… I let him rub the sun lotion up my inner thighs until the back of his hand was actually over my clit, and watched him out of the corner of my eyes as his erection seemed ready to burst through his trunks… As we went swimming, he took hold of me and started French kissing me… His hands were all over me, rubbing me through my bikini until I climaxed… After a while, I started massaging his cock through his trunks as we kissed, and when I felt he was about ready to explode, I took it out and went on slowly masturbating him under the water until I could feel his erection twitch and throb inside my hand from his oncoming orgasm… I removed my hand at that critical moment, telling him I was starting to get cold and had better go back and dry in the sun… I let him quickly stuff back his cock inside his trunks as he followed me back out of the water… I knew he used to refuse to go swimming when the hour got too close to leaving the beach, because he wanted his trunks to dry up before putting back his jeans over them. But this time he was so aroused from our heavy petting session in the water that he couldn’t resist following me as I offered him to go for a last swim before we left… I didn’t lose any time, taking out his cock and masturbating him to a raging erection as we kissed until he was on the brink of orgasm, and then telling him we’d better go back… As we got ready to leave, I managed to persuade him out of slipping back his jeans over his wet trunks, telling him he could catch a cold… I helped him cover up with my towel as he took off his trunks and slipped on his tight trousers over his still erect member… As I removed the towel, the effect was even beyond what I had expected… His hard cock was jutting down his thigh, so clearly outlined by the thin material of his trousers that I could even see the veins showing through… I could even see the darker colour of his pubic hair appear through the white fabric… His lack of underwear made him totally vulnerable, and I found that terribly arousing… He seemed quite embarrassed at having to expose himself like that, and was trying to find some way of hiding his predicament… But he didn’t carry anything with him, and when he asked if he could borrow my towel, I asked him “Why? Are you having a problem?” He didn’t know what to answer and didn’t dare to insist… As we walked, my hand was holding his hip, moving it up and down in a way that caused the material of his jeans to keep rubbing over his erection, making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch… I kept stealing glances at his crotch, and I could see his cock looked as if it would burst through the thin fabric of his trousers… As we crossed the wooded area that led to town, he took a secluded path that he probably hoped would make it less likely for passers bye to notice his embarrassment… It also gave him the opportunity to start getting bolder… As he slipped his hand under my short dress and felt my naked bottom, his arousal grew even stronger… He pushed me against a tree and we started French kissing… He had one hand on my bottom and the other was rubbing my clit… My fingers headed straight for his bulging knob, slowly massaging it through his trousers, while his rubbing led me to a terrific orgasm… As I went on masturbating him, I felt his cock start twitching… I knew he was on the edge… He suddenly broke our embrace and stepped backwards, asking me to be careful… As I looked at his crotch, I could see drops of pre-cum leaking through the thin white fabric that covered the tip of his cock. My fingers went back to grab it as I asked him a haughty voice: “Why? Are you afraid of making a mess?” My rubbing soon had him on the edge again, and he had to remove my hand… At that point, I unzipped his jeans, took his cock out and started slowly wanking him off until I felt it twitch from his oncoming orgasm… I stopped right at that moment, putting back his cock into his trousers as I told him it was too dangerous here and someone could see us… As I zipped up his fly, I held the buckle of his belt and started moving it up and down, making sure the fabric of his jeans would start rubbing down his thigh against his tightly enclosed erection, still throbbing from the nearness of orgasm… He tried to stop me, but it was too late… The rubbing was really too much for him, and he started gushing hot loads of sperm right into his trousers, completely soaking them down to his knee… I pressed my other hand over my clit as he climaxed, and that was enough to give me an overwhelming orgasm… Right after that, I walked away, leaving him to deal with the wetness of his trousers… He couldn’t even change into his trunks, because I was carrying them in my bag!”

I kept massaging his cock as I went on with my story, masturbating him through his trousers in a way that constantly had him on the edge. But every time he got too close, I squeezed the head of his cock between my expert fingers and leave it throbbing in wild expectation.

“My next victim was a young shoe salesman… I was looking for a pair of spike-heeled shoes to match a blouse and mini-skirt I was wearing… He was alone in the shop, and I had to lick my lips as I saw the tightness of his thin white trousers… As he looked at the way my freely bouncing breasts were revealed by the almost see-through blouse, I could see the growing bulge at the front of his trousers… I chose a pair of particularly sexy five-inches long spiked heels, and as he sat down on the stool to help me slip them on, I made sure my thighs were parted so that he could see that I wasn’t wearing panties… His cock jumped to full attention as he kept gazing up my legs, his hands slightly trembling as he slipped on the shoes… The outline of the head of his cock made his lack of underwear quite obvious to my knowing eyes, and I was getting really aroused at the thought of his helplessness… As I stood up to walk with the shoes, I stopped in front of a mirror and bent down as if to adjust them. My skirt inched up, fully displaying my naked bottom to his lust filled eyes… I observed him through the mirror as he reached for his aching cock and tried to adjust it to a more comfortable position… Then I asked for a pair of red spiked-heels that were even sexier than the ones I had just tried… You know that ones don’t you Marcus? The pair that I was wearing last time we met… But maybe you like my boots better?”

He gasped as I crossed my legs and rested the spiked tip of my high-heel on his inner thigh, nearly touching the head of his cock. The sole of my boot extended down to his knee, and started slowly rubbing up his thigh until my spiked heel reached his cock, and started to rake along its underside. The way my heel concentrated on the heart-shaped area at the head of his cock soon had him ready to burst. I know all too well how sensitive that area is and kept deftly stroking it, releasing the pressure each time at the last moment. My expert teasing manipulations had him completely wild with arousal, and caused ever more generous amounts of pre-cum to helplessly escape from his balls, only increasing the already obvious wetness of his trousers. At times, I would let my strokes last just long enough to have his erection start desperately throbbing as I drove him just past the edge, and chose that moment to tightly squeeze the head of his cock under my sole until the alert was over. Every time I did this, he could feel the warmness of his accumulated pre-cum dribble against his thigh as it went leaking through the thin material of his trousers. He could only hope that my seemingly perfect timing would go astray and put an end to his unbearable need for relief. But my expertise ensured that I retained complete control over his arousal, continuing with my story as my spiked heel went on deftly torturing his cock through the material, keeping him on the constant brink of ejaculation.

“As soon as he had slipped the new shoes on my feet, I looked at his crotch and commented that it looked like a huge problem he had there… Maybe I could help?” Before he had time to answer, I extended my right foot, enclosing his erection between the sole and the heel and started to masturbate him right through his trousers… His lack of underwear made him completely vulnerable… I could see his eyes get cloudy and hear his breath get shorter, as he saw how I started fingering myself to orgasm now under my skirt… I knew he was ripe, all ready to spurt his load of cum for me… Seemingly worried about that, he suddenly pushed my foot away, and asked in a throaty voice if we could go to the storeroom… I answered “Why? Don’t you like the feel of my heel on your hard cock?” As my foot pushed forward and resumed masturbating his throbbing member even more firmly… That was really too much for him and he had to cling to his stool as I deliberately had him sperm soak his trousers, grinding my sole against his cock until they were thoroughly soaked… Meanwhile, I kept fingering myself, getting another terrific orgasm as I saw the extent of his embarrassment… I still wonder how he managed to go on with his work for the rest of the day, but anyway after I paid for the shoes he asked if I could meet him later at closing time…

Of course I realised that despite their embarrassment, they really loved being masturbated by an expert like myself to the point of shooting into their trousers… But then I met Elizabeth… We were at a party, and I immediately noticed how she was really dressed to tease in her black micro-skirt… She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs in a way that gave glimpses of her lack of panties to the guys staring at her… We started chatting and were quick to find out our common interest in cock-teasing guys to the point of having them cum into their trousers… A guy who’d been staring at her little leg uncrossing game approached her, asking for a dance… He was already sporting a tremendous bulge down his thigh, and I could tell from the outline that he didn’t wear anything under his tight jeans… Elizabeth winked at me, prompting me to watch as she got up and followed him… She made every effort to arouse him as they danced close in front of each other, holding him by the hips and letting his hands wander over her scarcely covered bottom… At one point, she raised her knee, pushing it forwards into his crotch as she slowly grinded it against his cock and balls for a couple of seconds… She looked down at his bulge and started giggling as she licked her lips… Even from where I was, I could see the wet spot of pre-cum showing through his trousers around the head of his rock-hard cock… The next song was a slow one, and the desperate guy didn’t waste time, holding her tightly as his hands started exploring underneath her skirt. She responded by gyrating her crotch against the top of his thigh right over his erection, dry humping him on the dance-floor as her hands seized his buttocks and drew him even tighter against her… Then I saw her right hand slide between them right where her crotch had been grinding against his thigh… I could only guess what she was doing as the slow motion of her arm was barely noticeable… But watching closely, I could see his trousers slightly moving up and down his thigh, and I pictured the action of her hand over his hard member… His face was getting red with arousal and at several points I saw him close his eyes and cling to her as if losing his balance… But the biggest surprise was when they came back to sit beside me… The material of his trousers was completely soaked as it clung down his thigh over his raging erection… He really looked like he’d cum hard into his trousers, which seemed a natural consequence of her expert rubbing… But the amazing thing was that instead of going limp he was still hard as a rock and eager for more… He kept feeling her exposed legs as they sat, while her hand lingered over his upper thigh, periodically clutching it in a way that caused the fabric of his trousers to rub over his erection… I could see his cock throbbing every time she did that…”

He was overwhelmed with arousal as I actually demonstrated the very same techniques, expertly manipulating his aching cock as my maddening heel kept rubbing the precise area that had him feel on the verge of climax, before suddenly applying a tight squeeze to the head of his cock every time at the most crucial moment. He now understood better how I had managed to get his trousers so embarrassingly wet with pre-cum with my carefully planned manipulations while keeping his arousal at fever pitch. I continued:

“It is actually possible to go even further than that, and wait until they’d actually started to ejaculate before applying a very tight pressure on a particular spot of the head of their cock, immediately causing their orgasm to stop… That is exactly what she did to that guy… She had him actually start spurting his sperm about three times playing with the head of his cock as they danced, each time cutting him off right away by giving him that special squeeze… But she was not done with him yet, and I was sure that I could give her a little help too… When they were dancing, he told her that he was really turned on by my high-heels… We went back to sit beside him, Elizabeth on his left and me on his right… As Elizabeth resumed feeling his thigh, making sure her long sexy finger-nails would periodically brush along his obviously hardening cock, I sat back and put both of my soles on his left thigh, just inches from his erection… Elizabeth seized my left ankle, pretending to massage it, but she was actually making sure the tip of my heel would slowly slide up his inner thigh until it came in contact with the head of his rock-hard member, which obviously twitched from the sensation… I watched each of the subtle motions she gave to my heel, as I perfectly knew she was using it to deftly masturbate him through his trousers, bringing him to the edge of ejaculation before suddenly cooling him with her squeezing technique when his cock would start twitching… Soon, her hand on my ankle loosened her grip, just following my moves rather than guiding them, as I took control the poor guy’s arousal myself… We kept him on the very edge like that until his face was red with his urge for relief… Meanwhile, we talked to each other as if he was not there at all… Asking each other if we should let him finger us to orgasm or perhaps even use his tongue to pleasure us… Then, as his cock started twitching once again I started brushing his erection lightly with the tip of my heel… His cock started desperately throbbing, and I knew the rubbing of my heel was actually having him sperm his trousers right there… At that precise moment, Elizabeth very firmly pushed my heel onto the head of his cock, applying a tight lasting squeeze until it stopped throbbing… She winked at me as we could see he was still hard as a rock inside his soaking-wet tight trousers… I found it so arousing to have a guy start cumming in his trousers and yet cut him off before he finds relief, leaving him even more frustrated and I had an overwhelming orgasm just by rubbing my thighs as I looked at his embarrassment…”

And that was exactly what I was doing to him now as I talked, and he did feel ready to pass away as I had him start to ejaculate under my heel countless times, each time applying the squeezing technique to cut him off at the last moment. His trousers were getting thoroughly soaked from my teasing manipulations, and he thought that he should leave while he still had enough strength, but he was spellbound by his uncontrollable arousal, as if addicted to the spine-shivering sensations I triggered every time I touched his cock.

Then he saw a girl approaching our table, and he immediately noticed how sexy she looked in her black stiletto heels and tight leather dress, barely covering superb figure… I greeted her:

“Hi, Elizabeth… Have you met my dear friend Marcus?”

As Elizabeth sat down on his left and traced her long fingernails over the wet stain that extended down his thigh, she said:

“Oh, I see you’ve got the poor thing quite hot already… Maybe I could help give him some relief?”

With that, she seized the head of his cock between her fingers and started masturbating him through his trousers with maddeningly arousing strokes. She was so expert at it that he was almost immediately on the verge of orgasm. But just as he was starting to ejaculate between her tantalizing fingers, foolishly hoping this time would be different; she gave a tight squeeze to the head of his cock and kept the pressure until his orgasm had once again drifted away. He knew that he was trapped now at the complete mercy of two highly skilled cock-teasers, and he could only wonder what was in store for him next…

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He came home unwontedly one hot midsummer morning, and found me, his wife
fornicating with the new stable hand…We saw him but we didn’t stop… Didn’t miss a beat… We just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid… He saw that we actually seemed to enjoy having him there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, his presence seeming to spur us on. Our cries grew louder, lewder and we both looked at him as our bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust…

There was nothing he could do about it. And he realised, to his horror, that finally there was nothing he wanted to do about it. Of course, there was that stunning little pause common in such situations: He froze at the door to the bedroom, his eyes widening, his mind numbing, his heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching the pit of his stomach…

I was laid naked on my back across the width of the bed, my legs spread wide, my knees forked and raised, my back arched, my gorgeous, swollen breasts thrust out, my nipples visibly stiff and fully erect with excitement, the dark aureoles puckered. My lovely face was flung back, almost over the edge of the bed, and it was a vision of lust: My eyes were wide and glassy, my nostrils were flared, and my mouth was open in a loud cry of lust that, as I saw him, died on my lips; but only momentarily. A smile lit my face and he heard me moan again, now with heightened arousal…

Kneeling between my splayed thighs with his legs folded under his buttocks, his knees spread wide, his hands under my thighs was our recently engaged twenty-two year old stable hand, Leon. He was a tall, lean, muscular, handsome youth, with clean-shaven finely chiselled features: His nose was slim and straight, his eyes were deep and dark, his black hair was thick, and his jaw was rugged. His body was strong, with broad shoulders sweeping past a deep and well-cleaved chest to a narrow waist and high hips. His arms and legs were long and sinewy, with thick, rounded muscles. His belly was flat, rock-hard, with a prominent six- pack of hard, cobbled muscles. His torso was hairless, even the armpits shorn.

And then there was that cock of his. It was truly magnificent, bigger than my husbands by far, a dream tool. My husband Charles could see it clearly: at least nine inches or more in length, over two inches thick, standing out proud and rigid in front of heavy, low balls. When Charles came in, his buttocks were half-flexed, his hips in mid-thrust, mine in mid-rise and his cock was half-in, half-out of me, its thick, long shaft glistening with our combined coital juices. He stopped his thrust when he saw Charles; his eyes darted in fleeting panic from his face to mine; saw and gauged my reaction; and immediately his eyes and face lit with a triumphant, gloating grin and now, entirely for Charles benefit, he squeezed his cock back deeper into me, going in slowly and deeply. I moaned my lust aloud…

Physically, sexually, the stable hand was everything that my husband was not. Charles could see why I found him attractive. And how could the stable hand, for his part, have resisted me?

And I do love sex. I crave it, hanker for it, demands it, I always have and even if I was interested Charles would have never been able to match my appetite. But our marriage was just an agreement of convenience… Charles lusted for me but I would never consider allowing him his desires…

There was just no way could the stable hand have denied me, or me him. Now a slow, lascivious smile creased my face. Without taking my eyes off of Charles, I spoke to my lover:

“Come on Leon… Show him everything you do to me… Everything! Let him see… Let him hear… Come on… Fuck me hard!”

My hands slid up to my swollen breasts, squeezing them erotically together, offering them to my stable hand-lover. Kneeling above me, the stable hand grinned, right into my husbands face, then down at me, and flexed his buttocks and thrust deep into me, making me arch and gasp in pure, and complete pleasure.

All Charles could do was watch numbly. “Ohhhh…” Leon grunted, flexing his buttocks and driving his cock deep into me… Beneath him, I gasped as his penis surged into my vagina. My hips jerked up at his and my body arched steeply under his. My head arched back and my fingers clawed at his sprawling shoulders.

“OHHHH… Ohhhh… Yes… So good…”

He moved masterfully, his muscles rippling like snakes under his taut skin, his hips rocking to and fro in a beautifully controlled rhythm. Charles watched, mesmerized, as his enormous cock ground in and out of me relentlessly, appearing and disappearing and shining and glistening with our fluids. My body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, my swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing sexily. I moaned and gasped my joy, digging my fingernails into his bulging biceps, squeezing his buttocks, crushing my own breasts in excitement.

Charles erection was now throbbing… Grinning at him, the stable hand unfolded his legs and bend over me on outstretched arms and knees. He lifted his hips and, his eyes on my husband’s face, with a skewering rush of his hips, his buttocks flexing taut, thrust deep and hard into my sacred sex. I cried out sharply, arching even more steeply, shuddering, my fingers clenching his bulging biceps. Leon laughed softly, scarcely out of breath and began moving fast, fucking me demonically. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, up and down, back and forth, to and fro, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. Under him, my body jerked and snapped with his thrusts, my swollen breasts bouncing wildly, the string of Bond Street pearls around my neck tossing, my feet locked in the small of his back. My cries and lewd love-calls grew
sharper, higher, and louder.

“OH! Ohhhhh…. OH! OHHHHH!” I called loudly in broken, staccato gasps. “Come on Leon… Fuck me… Fuck me!”

“Yeh, that’s it!” he grunted, really into the act with a vengeance now and he grinned at Charles again.

“Yes!” I gasped, feverishly bucking my hips under his. He thrust deep into me and I arched and cried out and, as he slid out, moaned in pleasure, my hands sliding down his muscular back, clenching his buttocks, drawing him back deep into me…

“Oh god… YES!”

The stable hand winked broadly at Charles. He bent his head, his shoulders knotting together, and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned and sucked on his tongue and lips, my arms wound slavishly about his sprawling shoulders, my feet hooked behind his knees, my swollen breasts flattening against his chest. His hips kept rocking up and down, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. He rose again and now Charles saw him grit his teeth and arch his head and groan thickly. He moved faster now, plunging steeply in and out of me. My body jerked and rocked under his thrusts, my breasts bouncing wildly.

As if on cue, we slowed and Charles realised that this wasn’t the first time we had been together. We knew each other’s moods and desires too well. He slid smoothly out of me and, unbidden, still gasping and panting, I rolled slowly onto my front, facing Charles, raised on my forearms and knees, my body slanting down away from him. My breasts hung heavy and pendulous, my pearl necklace swung free. My face glowed with a soft radiance of lust. I shuffled my legs apart and turned my face over
my slender shoulder to the stable hand:

“Fuck me!”

Charles heard me groan and the stable hand moved forward on his knees, pressing his cock-head between the curves of my buttocks:

“She loves it like this!” Leon informed Charles… The stable hand moved his cock-head to my vagina-lips, wet and unfurled and quickly squeezed his cock-head into me. I bit my lower lip in anticipation. He gripped my hips, and, in one long, punishing, piercing stroke, his buttocks flexing taut, his hips jamming against my buttocks, thrust deep and hard into me. I cried out sharply, a call of the purest joy, my mouth opening in a wide O, my head lifting.

“OHHHHH… Ohhhhh… OHHH!”

He started fucking me rapidly with deep, skewering thrust. His hips swung to and fro, his buttocks flexing and un-flexing. Charles could see his huge cock appearing and disappearing between the curves of my buttocks, grinding wetly in and out of me. My body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, my swollen breasts bouncing, and my pearl necklace tossing back and forth. His hands dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he moved faster, his thighs now slapping loudly against my buttocks, grunting and gasping loudly…

Beneath him, I rocked back and forth, my shoulders hunching as my head sank low. He moved faster and Charles was forced to watch him thrusting into me, making my breasts bounce violently, my necklace tossing wildly. My cries grew higher and my face contorted in lust, and Charles saw me squeeze my breasts feverishly…

“OHH yes! Oh god yes!” I cried.

He was moving furiously now, his thighs slapping loudly at my buttocks, his balls pressing to my lips with each thrust. He gripped my buttocks sharply and I gasped and he grinned at Charles again… Then he bent slowly over my body, pushing his hands under my breasts to cup and squeeze then. I turned my face over my shoulder and Charles watched us kiss, the stable hand and his “Lady” deeply and with enormous, visible desire. He slowed his thrusts for a moment and moved his legs apart and rose into a deep crouch on his heels astride my hips, his feet on either side of my belly, his fingers pressed into the small of my back. I was pinned under him and in this position his cock could drive down into me especially deep. I sank my torso lower on the bed, my face on one side on the sheets, my arms spread, gasping and moaning now…

The stable hand moved in faster, now pistoning and plunging steeply in and
out of my vagina, jerking my body to and fro under his. The stable hand was relentless. He just kept going. Of course Charles I could never have lasted half as long; the stable hand showed no signs of tiring or losing control. His body language was demanding. Clearly, he was fucking me for his pleasure now. But there was nothing crude about his technique. It was a masterful performance and it was obvious that I loved every second of it, being fucked hard and rough like this…

From where Charles stood, facing us, he missed nothing. My face was turned to him and the lust and excitement on my face said everything. My back was arched upward from my shoulders to my raised hips and thrust-out buttocks. The stable hand’s muscular body straddled mine and Charles could see his huge, glistening penis stroking furiously in and out and up and down, plunging and pistoning like a mechanised trip-hammer, powering in and out of my wanton flesh, each thrust drawing a cracked sob of pleasure from my throat.

He slowed his tempo gradually and shuffled his feet back up a bit, lifted my torso up on my outstretched arms and hands again. I moaned, my shoulders hunching together, my head bowed, mouth-open, my body jerking and rocking, my breasts bouncing, pearl necklace tossing and swinging. He fucked me with slow, deep, skewering thrusts now, taking his time, evidently recouping his energy and staving off his orgasm. He moved his hand to my face and I kissed his fingers, sucking the fingertips sexily. Reaching down, he cupped my breasts again, squeezing them, pinching and tugging at my long hard nipples. I groaned, squirming my bottom into his crotch and lifted and turned my face again and Charles watched us kiss again, with lots of tongue…

“Leon… Why don’t you show my husband that you are worth every penny that he pays you?”

“Hear that?” The stable hand crowed, grinning at my husband…”

Charles watched, his erection throbbing as the stable hand took his cock in his hand and pressed it to the entrance of my vagina once more. Charles watched as I tensed fractionally, and then relax as I moaned eagerly. The stable hand grinned devilishly. Charles was struggling to stop himself from shooting into his pants and had circled around to a side-on view now. The stable hand grinned down at me and nodded once. Slowly, he positioned himself and I moved my knees further apart and bent forward steeply again, lifting her buttocks and my tight opening for the stable hand’s pleasure. Beneath him, I shivered in pleasure as he moved over me again in a crouch and pressed his cock-head to the tight opening of my vagina. I tensed again, and then yielded and instantly he pressed inward and his huge cock-head slid into me. I gasped once, loudly, tensing, chewing my lower lip, my eyes closed. Leon had now thoroughly embedded his huge cock in my vagina. I moaned and gasped feverishly under him, my buttocks writhing and squirming, my head hanging between my arms, shaking… Pressing his hands into the small of my back, the stable hand began fucking me slowly and deeply and thoroughly. He moved unhurriedly, lifting his hips, drawing his huge cock-length out till just the cock-head was inside me, and then slowly drilling deep into me again. I groaned and whimpered with each inward thrust. Gradually, he quickened the tempo and began moving faster, yet never losing the rhythm. He bent over me again, his feet on either side of my belly, his knuckles on the bed outside my hands, his arms outstretched. His hips rose and fell and his glistening cock stroked steeply up and down and in and out of my tight channel. My body jerked and rocked under his and Charles saw me twist my shoulder and thrust a hand under my legs and press my finger to my clitoris and start masturbating slowly. My voice rose in pitch and volume and the room filled with their cries…

“Ahhhh…. AHHHHHHHHHH… Ahhhh…”

My finger worked my clit feverishly now and my hips shook and jerked and rocked under his thrusts as I soared to a wild orgasm. It hit me hard and I gasped, crying out… The stable hand let it come, peak and pass and kept moving, going even faster now, each thrust making me cry out sharply in an agony of lust. My orgasm ebbed and I moaned, turning my face to his, enticing him to yet another deep, lingering kiss.

“I want to suck your cock, Leon!”

Charles heard me murmur breathlessly. The stable hand grinned at me and then up at Charles, mocking me, and slid out of my tight sex, making me gasp softly. He turned around and leaned back on his elbows, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide. His rampant penis glistened, quivering upright. With a loud moan, I turned around and buried my face in his crotch, sucking his rampant penis feverishly, crushing my breasts in my hands. He grunted, one hand on my head, moving it up and down to suit his pleasure, caressing my face, feeling her lips on his cock-shaft. I pumped his cock in my fist, opening my mouth wide, running my tongue around the bulging cock-head, running my tongue and teeth up and down the thick, vein-ridged shaft, so recently a welcome guest in my sacred sex, then ducking my head and sucking his heavy balls, then sucking his cock again, my face distending with its size and the working of my tongue on it.

I squeezed my breasts over his cock-head, kissing and licking his belly, rising to suckle on his small, hard, dark nipples, and then went down hungrily again to nuzzle his crotch, caressing my face with his cock. He pulled my head to his penis again, urging me to suck him…

He got to his feet on the bed, legs apart and I rose on my knees before him then Charles watched me take the stable hands cock in one hand, pumping it hard, opening my mouth and licking the bulging cock head lasciviously, my cheeks billowing with the thickness of his cock-head in my mouth. His cock was huge and yet I managed to take it all, deep into my mouth, sucking feverishly, hungrily, my hands on my breasts and Charles realised that my sexual hunger was still unquenched, that I needed more…

Just for Charles benefit, to make sure he wouldn’t miss a thing, we turned to him in profile and I turned my face and laughed at him, my eyes shining with pleasure and arousal, the stable hand’s pre-cum sperm shiny on my lips and cheeks. I kissed his cock, moving my face behind it, looking at my husband over it, then tilted my dark eyes up at my stable hand-lover…

The stable hand groaned as I went back to sucking him hard. He fucked my face quickly now, pumping his hips to and fro, gasping and grunting, his cock bloating my mouth. With a shuddering moan, he climaxed and I groaned and opened my mouth wide under his cock, jerking his cock feverishly. Charles saw the stable hand’s sperm pump jet after jet of thick and heavy and sperm into my mouth, splashing on my cheeks and neck and breasts and dribbling down my body. I moaned, smiling wantonly up at him, and swallowed his cum, scooping it off my breasts and licking my fingers…

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