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Friends:
KytanMasterinPeoriaDaddysshadowRobertlector
Update: Due to my mother's worsening health and dependency, i am no longer seeking anything more than friendship. I feel if i cannot put a prospective dominant first in my life, then i would be shortchanging both of us. If my profile tickles something, drop me a line, share a joke, or just say 'hi'
Hello A/ll,

Those who remember me from before will remember i ain't no 19 yr old stick insect with mega-melons, (those are for all the 6'4 24 year old bronzed adonii with the piercing blue eyes and a stuffed sock down their undies) I am 49 (and will be for ever! [though it's really true this time {well - it was when i wrote this}].........ohhh!!!...ok, i'm 53!), 165 poundsish, with long brown hair (now startlingly bright burgundy thanks to mis-reading dye box, but hey, at least that grey's gone!) and brown eyes - i smile that wide to hide the wrinkles, but smiling is good.


I would like to meet a dominant male, but it's been a long time since i was intimate with anyone, and would be taking things very slowly, also travel is a problem.

I'd like to meet someone i can be friends with, at least at first. Things may be too complicated in my life to be able to promise more.


Any geochachers out there? I'm a newbie to it, and have picked up a tracker bug - i need ideas on where and how to hide it.



Please don't invite me for a quick fumble on a wet wednesday afternoon behind the wife's back because that's just not my style, I'm interested in your mind too. Besides, if i discover you lied, i'll just delete you - I've had quite enough of that tyvm!

I have no real life BDSM experience, but one day i hope to discover what i've been missing all these years and learn how to be a true devoted slave - of course, i may well be using my zimmer frame by then, but it'll have go-faster stripes painted on it and an airhorn on the handles!

I have an evil sense of humour and practically worship Terry Pratchett - May the bluebird of happiness fly up your nose!

A few of my friends here visited the chat venue where i host a room, with the help of the amazing bot Kytan built, and i'd like to welcome them back, as well as invite new ones

ATM GCN is roughly 50% Gor, 25% roleplay and 25% "other"

http://www.gcn.cx/

Look for firelizard in her room "MeetyourMaster" and she'll give you a BJ for joining GCN
Slave register number: 000-241-721 Still listed as belonging to Kytan. At least until i hear from him.

Oh, and if anyone is wondering why I have some religions as a hard limit? It's because they don't have "religion" or "god" in a place where I can state both are hard limits. You can ask me why if you like, but if you don't like the answer.....

Interesting...I appear to be a scammer.  I wonder how i managed that when it clearly states in my profile I'm not looking for a relationship?                                                                                         

I repeat - Harken ladies....DON'T try to understand men - your brains WILL fry.

OK...It's official!! Men are weird and i'll never understand them!!  How the hell can a total stranger, a man,  be offeded at the mention of 420 when he just asked if i do anal and suck cock well!

I know if i was in a bar and had the choice of asking something of a strange man - i'd go for the damn weed!

Yep, a new peeve....I promise i'll find some decent jokes after this one :P

Please note: The word "dominate" is a verb, not a noun, thus one may dominate.  He dominates, she dominates, they dominate...because they are DOMINANT .

(to) Dominate = verb = a doing word

Dominant = noun = a naming word

Thank you for reading.

Why do people use text shorthand text, like 4 instead of for, or 2 instead of two in their public "About Me" section....I can understand people using it on a cell phone, but why here - It's not like they're short of space is it?

Erm...ok...maybe the next time I show an 87 yr old lady how to attach files to e-mail by demonstrating with my own mail provider, I should hide the mails from CM.   She now thinks I collect the newsletters from a dog homing agency :S

A Short Story

 

Bathtime


I relaxed back in the warm bubbly water, the scent of lavendar surrounding me, my eyes closed, thinking about you and about recent events with a friend in the House and I began to feel slightly aroused. My fingers slid down my belly, sliding gently into my sex, feeling for my clit as the other hand fondled my nipples, pulling them as wench described, the warm, sexy feeling I was enjoying, intensifying as my fingers moved.

Suddenly the door burst open and I sat up in alarm, my heart racing, my eyes wide in shock to see you standing there, the lock dangling uselessly by one screw from it’s place.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, you reached down, gripping both my upper arms tightly and drew me to my feet, took me in your arms and kissed me passionately, your tongue probing deep into my mouth, your arms tight around me, your body tense as I leaned into you, wondering what was wrong.

Without a word you scooped my naked body from the bath and carried me to the bedroom, taking no notice of my exclamations about getting you wet, and dropped me on the bed. I watched as you ripped your clothes off, seeing your urgent need in your movements, the lust in your eyes as you watched me, your massive erection as you kicked your trousers to one side and leapt onto the bed.

I was hot and ready, already aroused from thinking about wench and how you had watched us both and joined in, and I opened my arms to you, crying out as you roughly placed your hands on my thighs opening my legs wide thrusting your massive, rock hard cock deep into my waiting, hot pussy, wrapping my arms around your back as your head dropped to bite urgently at my breasts.

You thrust hard into me, and I lifted my hips for you, feeling your hands gripping my arse cheeks tightly, lifting me to meet your hard ramming, opening my legs for you, my juicy pussy welcoming you, the inner lining pulsing and throbbing around your cock, soaking it with my juices.

I cried out as you gripped harder, thrusting deep into me, making my body jerk with each thrust, my breasts bouncing, my breathing laboured as I hold on tightly to you, unable to do anything else in the frenzy of your onslaught.

You let go of my arse cheeks and I felt the tingling your hands left behind, felt my own excitement rising as you looped your arms behind my knees and shrugged my legs up over your shoulders, leaning forward to take your weight on your hands.

I cried out loudly as you thrust your massive swollen rod deeper in this position, filling my hot wet cunt with your shafting cock, making me squirm and cry your name with your urgency, and hot need, watching you turn your head to bite hard on my inner thigh, making me cry aloud again, feeling the beginnings of orgasm deep within my body.

I reached around and grasped your tightened balls, fondling them, running my finger against your cock, feeling it shafting into me, slamming into my waiting quim, your balls slapping wetly against my arse. I was almost immobile - I could only move my hands, the force of your fucking preventing any other response from me, the position you held me in rendering me almost totally helpless .

I felt your balls tighten more beneath my fingers, felt your shaft throb in my wet cunt, felt you increase your tempo even faster, harder, as I screamed out - the orgasm taking me by surprise, ripping through my body, sweat beading my chest and limbs as I tried to breathe, felt your hot cum flooding me, felt your body tense as you shafted harder, heard your moan of ecstasy through your gritted teeth as my pussy pulsed and throbbed, milking your hard cock, welcoming it, flooding it with my own juices as I writhed and sobbed beneath your shuddering body, lost in the feelings and sensations flooding my own body.

I felt you thrust one last time as my my own sensations recede, felt you let my legs down felt your hot lips on my shoulders, kissing softly before I felt your body relax on top of mine, felt you arms wrapping around me, and I sighed deeply, holding you close, letting my own body relax, feeling the teeth and hand prints you left on me in your urgency and smiling softly to myself as I stroked your hair softly.

 

 

Another story:


I undressed in the steamy heat of the bathroom, my hot, bubbly bath waiting for me, intending to soak in its luxury, when i heard the door open and turned in surprise.

You stood in the doorway, filling it with your bulk, a soft smile on your face and your eyes glowing, filled with love, roving over my naked body, your tongue moistening your lips as you watched me.

I smiled and held my arms open to you and you walked towards me, your hands already unfastening your shirt, the smile on your face tender.

You shrugged off your shirt, dropping it on the floor as you reached me, to take me into your arms, wrapping them about me, enfolding me within them, holding my cooling body close to your warm, broad chest, crushing my breasts aganst the coarse hairs there as my own hands steal around your neck and back, stroking you, exporing your familiarity, rejoicing in the rediscovery of the different textures of your body beneath my searching fingers.

I tilted my head back to look up at you, smiling as your mouth came down on mine, so soft and gentle for one so strong, your lips parted, your tongue stealing gently between my own parted lips, to flick softly against mine, encouraging a response, inviting me to join, to taste, to play and I did - opening my mouth further, sucking on your probing tongue, searching with my own, tasting your familiar sweetness, revelling in your gentle strength, my senses swimming with love for you.

You released me to finish undressing and my skin felt suddenly cold as your arms left my body, my lips felt alone, though my heart overflowed with the heat of the love and passion in your eyes locked on mine and I murrmured softly "I love you."

I watched as you straightened, taking my eyes from yours for a moment to admire your naked body, loving its familiarity, glorying in the sight of your clean straight limbs, the way your hair curled damply on your neck, the way your eyelashes brushed your cheeks, the way your muscles move sleekly beneath the velvet skin of your chest and shoulders as you walked towards me, reaching for me, and I smiled as i saw yout hot erection, your full length swollen with readiness for me and felt myself dampen, my body instantly responding to you, wanting you, needing to feel you about and inside me.

You turned me gently and steered me towards the bath, scooping me up suddenly to deposit me gently in the warm water, climbing in quickly to sit behind me, your legs either side of me, folding your arms about my body, one across my shoulders, the other around my belly, pulling me close against you, your swollen manhood hard against the swell of my behind, feeling your gentle lips on my neck, the soft graze of your teeth as you nibble, the heat of your tongue as you lick the soft skin of my neck, the roughness of your body hair against my back, the strength of your legs outside mine, the muscles rippling in your thighs as you adjust them against mine, loving the feel of your strong arms against my breasts, one under them and the other over the top of them,holding me, as my hands stroke your thighs, my fingernails tracing circles beneath the water, tickling your inner thighs as far as i can reach as i tilt my head to one side, shaking it to sweep may hair away from you, giving your mouth free acces to my neck.

I heard you groan softly as I squirmed back against you, feeling your cock quiver as I rubbed my hips against you, feeling the muscles of your chest ripple as you throw your head back, and I tilt mine quickly to kiss at your jaw, to suckle your skin, knowing my hair is tickling you, my fingernails are exciting you and i moaned softly as your arms move, your hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts gently, your thumbs brushing over my already hardened nipples, sending shivers of excitement coursing through my body, making my clit swell with eagerness, my pussy throb with passion, making me squirm back against you, my eyes closed as I concentrate on the sensations you arouse within me.

I gasped as your arms tightened about my body and you lifted me, positioning me in readiness for your massive cock and I reached behind me to help you, feeling your soft hardess, your swollen balls, guiding you, crying out in pleasure as I feel your swollen manhood sliding into me, filling me, opening my pussy, my hands on your thighs, holding them tightly against mine, the muscles hard as iron beneath my soft hands, my back arched in pleasure, my shoulders pushing against your chest, pushing my body down onto you helping you to impale me, to complete me.

Your hands moved again, sliding down my belly, your strong fingers gently rubbing my clit, making me writhe on top of you, your other hand cupping my breast before your fingers pull at my nipples, first one, then the other, tugging them firmly, twisting them allowing a fraction of your strength to show as I moaned and wriggled against you, my pussy pulsating against your cock, its heat flooding you, enfolding you, worshipping your filling hardness.

I cried out softly as your hand rubbed more firmly against my swollen clit, your voice whispering in my ear, telling me in more than words of your love for me, your enjoyment of my body, the pleasure you feel as our bodies unite as one and I murmur back, telling you of the feelings coursing through my body, the pleasure the mere touch of your hands brings to me and of my love for you rooted deeply within my very soul.

I had to lay my hands on the sides of the bath to keep my balance as you began to buck your hips more puposefully, burying your cock deep inside my willing pussy, your swollen balls hitting my sensetive pussy lips, your fingers rubbing at my clit, pulling my nipples, playing my body like an instrument, making my hips move with you, matching you stroke for stroke, my breathing ragged, my voice hoarse with emotion as i beg you to continue to fuck me, to take me, to make me even more yours than I already am, sobbing inarticulately as you made me feel sensations that coursed through my veins like liquid gold, wave after wave of sensual excitement flooding my soul, controlling my body, my movements, making my pussy throb, its softness pulsing against your ramming cock, gripping it in spasming throbs, as if caressing you from the inside, begging your cock to fill me with your hot cum

I cried out inarticulately as you rammed me hard, your fingers rubbed my clit till my body bucked and squirmed in helpless orgasm, leaning back against your strong body, my limbs helpless as your cock and hands controlled my pleasure, my movements, my very life at that moment in time - my thinking suspended as shock after shock of sheer extacy take over my body, making me sob and gasp, making my hands clutch at your thighs, making my pussy contract violently, trying to milk your cock of its hot seed, feeling my pussy lips contracting agaist your swollen balls, clutching at your arms as they suddenly wrap tightly about me holding me as you thrust hard.

I moaned as I felt your cock throbbing, pressing back against my clutching pussy walls, to shoot inside me, felt your balls pulsing as they pumped shot after shot of your hot cum inside my waiting quim, felt every muscle in your body become rock hard as you held me so tightly against you I could hardlybreath, felt your chest and shoulders moving as you threw your head back, heard your long low primal growl of pleasure as you fill me with your hot jizm.

We both relaxed back into the warm water together. You laid back against the bath, and pulled my body back against yours, your cock still nestling within me, still twitching, my pussy still spasming about it occasionally and I tilted my head back to gaze lovingly into your eyes, whispering "Thank you my Darling. I love you so very much" and I smiled softly to hear you reply "And I love you too, my Dear, but I'n not mopping the water off the floor - that's your job."

So who knew March 14th is Steak and Blow Job day?   Honest! i swear!  Google it!!

I read this today...chortling - right till i got to the last one....

 

My dearest wife is always going on and on and ON about NOT making a fuss over her on Valentine's Day.  She repeats that it's the thought that counts.

Well, I put a lot of thought into the gifts from previous February 14ths but she didn't quite take to any of them like I assumed she would. Here's my list - see what you think:

  • Brand new mop and bucket.
    I was thinking it would be fun to see what colour the floor was because I couldn't remember.
  • Romantic dinner at fast food restaurant.
    I was thinking that she might like to go inside for a change instead of fetching dinner at the drive through.
  • Chocolates left-over from last year's candy box.
    I was thinking of how proud she'd be of me for not wasting food. She's been nagging me for years to recycle.
  • Midnight moped ride through the park.
    I was thinking that I'm getting too old to be peddling on the bike.
  • Dozen roses printed on high quality photo paper. One of my favourites this -
    I was thinking these would last a lifetime instead of just a week.
  • 45 second back massage.
    I was thinking any longer and she might think I was interested in something else.
  • Windows 7
    I was thinking how proud she would be to be a part of the technology crowd.

Sorry guys - that last one would have done it...there are some things NO sub/slave should have to endure!

 

:P happy Valentine's day to all, love fire xxx

I peruse a lot of profiles here and notice many Dominant profiles say things like "i will not contact you - it's the slaves place to beg the Master" 

Hmmm.  An interesting thought Gentlemen, but if a strange woman walked up to You in a bar and did that - wouldn't you think she was a little forward?  

Approaching a strange Male to beg for attention doesn't really seem all that submissive to me....

 

 

Oh PLEASE guys...come on!!

 

WTF kind of brainless question is "Are your breasts large and easily get hard?"  If my breasts got hard i'd shit myself in terror!

The Party

She laughed softly to her self as she twirled in front of the mirror, checking she looked ok in her new dress, bought especially for the occasion - black and short, with a plunging neckline.

She knew she looked good in it, knew it fitted her lush curves to perfection, knew the shortness of the skirt accentuated her height, knew the strappy high heeled sandals were just right for her legs and she felt better than she had in a long time. In fact she didn't think she'd EVER felt this good.

She looked up as she heard the taxi honk its horn outside and ran lightly downstairs, picking up a little beaded bag, a black shawl and a gaily wrapped gift she had waiting on the hallway table, tripped out happily to the waiting cab, giving the driver the address before settling in the back, smiling to herself.

The taxi pulled up at the front and she got out, tilting her head back to take in the gaily decorated frontage, the lights, the banners proclaiming the engagement, every window blazing with light, the front door open, chattering guests spilling out onto the front steps and garden with smiling faces and she was glad she had accepted the invitation from the friend she hadn't seen for 6 months. Her workload had been heavy recently, she'd been working late every night, back to work early in the morning, her only day off taken up with food shopping and housework. The invitation had come at exactly the right time, she had a week off, the heavy load at work, finally at an end and this was the end of the first day - perfect.

She mounted the steps, circling chattering couples and groups to enter the house, smiling to see the lights and decorations stretched as far as she could see - that was so like her friend - no opportunity missed to share her happiness.

She wandered from room to room, getting her bearings, looking for her friend to hug her and congratulate her on finally making official what everyone knew was going to happen anyway, exchanging a word or a greeting to those who spoke to her, before she found the room with the gifts. She slipped in to place her gift with the others. Judging by the enormous pile, there seemed to be literally hundreds of people here.

She walked out slowly, heading towards the main room, weaving her way through the packed room, still searching for her friend, or at least searching for a familiar face before she decided to eat heading determinedly to the buffet - a magnificent spread, laid out across several tables, arrangements of flowers artfully dotted amongst the myriad plates of beautifully prepared food.

She took a plate from one end of the table and began to slowly walk along it, stopping occasionally to peer at a particular plate, or examine a particular dish, smiling as she thought of how her friend must have loved organising all this.

Suddenly she stiffened, alarm ringing loud bells in her ears, adrenalin suddenly coursing through her system.

Someone had stroked her behind! hadn't they?

She turned quickly, surveying the milling throng behind her, searching for someone who looked guilty perhaps, or someone with a knowing look in their eyes? She saw nothing but happy people, dressed in a peacocks array of colours and after a few moments decided she must have been mistaken, that someone must have accidentally brushed against her and she was over-reacting.

she turned back to the table and continued her perusal, satisfied with her own explanation, turning her full attention to the heavily laden profusion in front of her, smiling again as she thought of her friend - Little Miss Organisation herself, sitting with the caterers discussing each individual dish and flower.

It happened again! This time she was certain it was no mistake. It was most definitely a hand - stroking her behind from the small of her back, round the swell of her roundness, actually squeezing the top of her thigh!

She started to turn when the voice stopped her.

It was most certainly male, deep, smooth and with a ring to it that suggested he was used to giving orders, to being in authority.

"Don't turn around. Don't even move"

Something about the voice was vaguely familiar, the tone, the inflection, she had heard it before but couldn't remember where. He was tall - the voice had come from above her head and she was five feet ten in these shoes - he had to have been over 6 foot.

She stiffened again as she felt a body brush against her back, felt a large warm hand on the soft skin of her inner thigh, beneath the short skirt of her dress, just scant inches from the tight lacy panties she had chosen to wear. He spoke again.

"Don't move, continue to look at the food, do not let your face show anything little one."

She felt a thrill of excitement course through her body. The intimate touch had awoken feelings and yearnings she had suppressed for a very long time and her body responded without her even thinking about it.

She heard him move, smelled his after-shave as his body leaned against her, felt his breath brushing her ear, felt a heavy hand on the swell of her hip, warm through the stretchy velvet of her dress, felt firm fingers slip between her thighs to fondle the softness of her, inching higher beneath her skirt, his thumb brushing the lace of her panties.

She flushed as she realised she was excited by this man, this stranger, realised her nipples were hardening, wanting his touch, realised her pussy was feeling warm - and damp - realised her clit was beginning to throb and desire was making her body respond - right here! in public!

His voice sounded again in her ear, compelling, authoritative, yet warm and friendly too, and against all reason, she trusted it. "Open your thighs little one, pretend to reach forward, lean over the table"

His hand mover higher, pushing insistently against her thighs, and she parted them, bracing her feet a shoulder width apart, leaning forward slightly, her hands palms flat against the table, her breathing beginning to speed up as apprehension mixed excitingly with desire.

She felt his thumb brush her clit and a small whimper escaped her lips as a surge of passion flooded her body and she heard his warning growl in her ear "Be still!" She clamped her lips shut and tried to school her face into a semblance of impassivity as his hands continued to explore through the lace of her panties.

She found it impossible to suppress a gasp as his fingers slid up her thigh, beneath the lace and she felt a finger pushed slowly into her, knew she was wet and ready for something more, not caring there were hundreds of people around her, knowing his body shielded her from their view.

She heard him chuckle, a warm chocolaty sound, in her ear, heard his comments and instructions. Flushing deeply at his words.

“Well, you ARE ready for cock aren’t you little one. Go upstairs and wait in the bathroom, and find something to blindfold yourself with. Lock the door - You will know it’s me.

She felt his hand withdraw, felt a sudden cold at her back as he moved away and straightened, tugging at the hem of her skirt as she whirled around, scanning the crowd, looking for someone who could fit her mental image of this man and finding nothing.

She turned, and, making her way through the noisy conglomeration of happy party makers, feeling apart from them, strangely disassociated from them as she headed for the first floor bathroom to follow his instructions, not even knowing why she was doing it, only knowing she felt compelled to do so.

She went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her turning to regard her reflection in the full length mirror, noting her flushed appearance, the hard protuberances of her nipples, clearly visible through the double layer of bra and dress, feeling the dampness between her legs, the aching throb in her clit, the churning excitement and fear in her belly and she stripped quickly.

She took a soft scarf from her handbag, brought with her to protect her hair from the elements, if needed, and folded it diagonally turning it into a long strip.

She took a last look in the mirror before teeing the scarf about her eyes, and sitting on the toilet, trembling with excitement, having no idea what to expect.

Time passed - she was so tempted to look at her watch, but was afraid he would catch her peeking, even though she knew he couldn’t - the door was locked. She squirmed uneasily on her seat, grinding her throbbing clit between her own thighs, her hands reaching to her nipples to brush softly against then. He had made her so hot! Where was he? Had it all been a cruel joke? What time was it? How long had she been waiting - it felt like hours!

She heard the knock, heard his voice calling her “I’m here little one - open the door”

She rushed to obey, joy and relief flooding through her, and she felt for the door lock, pulling it quickly back, opening the door a fraction.

She felt the door taken from her hands, heard his heavy tread as he slipped through, heard him close and lock the door behind him and she stood back, trembling, facing him at last, but still unable to see him.

She heard him chuckle again, heard him walk around her, knew he was examining her body from all angles, knew he could see her erect nipples, the flush on her face and chest, the slight sheen of perspiration on her brow and the trembling of her long limbs as she stood, unconsciously straightening her body, shaking her head to settle her hair.

She felt his hand on her shoulder and even though she had been expecting his touch, jumped, gasping, turning her head automatically towards him.

He said nothing, merely held her upper arms from behind and she felt him push her forward as his dark voice sounded in her ear again “I will guide you little one - trust me”

She had no idea why, but trust him she did and she allowed him to guide her across the room, knowing she was being steered toward the bath.

“Bend down little one, place your hands on the side of the bath.” She did so, gasping as she felt her dress and bra snatched from her shoulders down her arms, her heavy breasts suddenly free,, swaying with the force of the action, her dress and bra, encumbering her arms at the elbow.

She cried out in alarm, quieting instantly at his voice “Silence!” She felt his hands on her breasts, on her aching nipples, sighing as he teased them, pulled at her nipples, sending rivers of sensation flooding down her belly to excite her clit, making it throb, making her pussy leak juices of excitement.

She felt his lips on her neck, warm and sensual, nibbling at her sensitive skin, kissing down her spine, tracing the outline of her shoulder blades with hot kisses and she moaned under her breath.

He stepped away from her, warning her not to move and she heard him unfastening his clothes, heard the clink of his belt, heard the growl of his zip, the rustle of cloth as she imagined his trousers dropping to his knees, heard the quieter noise of a softer material and imagined him sliding silk boxers over his hips.

She felt, rather than heard him move closer, felt his hands on her hips, felt him lift her dress, to her waist, felt him slide her panties down to her knees and almost sobbed in anticipation, hot for his touch, willing for his cock, her pussy wet and waiting to be filled, desire filling every fibre of her being.

She felt his hands between her legs, his finger pushing deep into her hot pussy, his thumb gently stroking her clit and she moaned softly again, receiving no reprimand this time, pushing herself back into his hand, wanting more, wanting him to fill her, wanting his cock, finally whimpering softly “please, please”

His hands slid around her ribs to cup her full swinging breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples firmly, pulling them as he slid his hard rod into her, thrusting it deep, his tight balls kissing her pussy lips, she thrusting back willingly to meet him, wiggling her behind to help him, to inch him in further, wanting every millimetre of him inside her hot, pulsing, wet pussy.

One hand moved from her nipple to fold across her waist, holding her tight against him, his other hand passing from one breast to the other, kneading their heaviness, tweaking her hardened nipples, making her body move with the rhythm of passion as he thrust him self deeply into her, ramming her pulsing pussy harder and harder, making her body move as he wanted, controlling her completely, giving her immeasurable pleasure, making the desires and passion flood through her body.

She sobbed softly in his arms, in his control, thrusting herself back towards him, matching him thrust for thrust, wave after wave of passion flooding her limbs, making her knees weak, making her rely on his arms to hold her as he shafted her, her heart beat wildly erratic, her breath gasping, his massive swollen cock filling her pussy, stretching her pussy lips wide to take the whole of him, his balls slapping against her willing pussy lips, her muscles gripping, releasing in a pulsing wetness, accepting him willingly, encouraging him, wanting more and more.

She cried out, his hand leaving her breast to cover her mouth, her hot, responsive body writhing as the orgasm takes control of her, his throbbing hardness still ramming into her, as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her, making her limbs jerk, her pussy muscles contracting strongly against his throbbing shafting cock, her body held tightly in his arms as she moved helplessly against him.

She felt him stiffen, felt his cock jerk and throb, felt the rhythmic pulsing of his balls held tight against her pussy, as they pumped his hot seed into her and heard his deep groan of satisfaction as he dropped his head to her shoulder, biting her hard enough to leave a mark.

They stood like this for a few moments, both trembling with the aftermath of the experience, both silent, spent.

He straightened up suddenly and she stayed where she was, her clothes in disarray about her body, her carefully made up hair, tumbling across her shoulders, her make-up in streaks down her face, her limbs still trembling, her skin hot and flushed and she listened to him dress himself, heard the sounds she heard before in reverse sequence and felt the warmth of his body on the cooling skin of her openly displayed behind as he leaned over her to kiss her neck softly and whisper in her ear in his deep dark voice.

“Lock the door after me little one and tidy yourself up before you leave. I will be gone, so don’t bother to search for me. But know this - I will be back and I will claim you for my own - one day.”

She heard the door close and stood quickly, whipping the scarf from her eyes and diving to lock the door before anyone came in, her heart still beating wildly.

It took her over 30 minutes to clean up and tidy herself, emerging from the bathroom, only slightly dishevelled, her hair almost the same, her make-up repaired, a few creases on her dress and the torn panties hidden in her bag.

She left the party to go straight home, his last words ringing in her head “I will claim you for my own….” and she sighed deeply in the back of the cab, smiling to herself.