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We stayed in this heightened sexual state of arousal for what seemed like a month of rapture. We licked, sucked, nursed, plunged, thrust, contorted, climaxed, screamed, creamed and came all afternoon long. Finally in sheer and drenched wet exhausted bodies our trio of hot wenches collapsed onto the slippery yoga mats all three on our backs. There was a moment or two of silence and then I looked over at Sally, she looked over at Beverly and we burst into laughter almost as eruptive as our gushing pussies a few moments prior. I finally managed to pull myself up and feign some sort of human form. I raced to the soda machine and got us 3 cool drinks. I came back found the two nymphos dressed talking about the weather of all things. I handed each lady her bottle of soda, and we stood in a circle and did a fake toast to a new and budding friendship.

 

 

We all walked out of the gym onto the snowy concrete outside of the gym whose walls held many naughty secrets. I could swear the building blushed at me as I turned around to make sure I had switched of every light inside. We said our farewells and watched slinky Bev sashay to her little sports car parallel parked about half a block away.

 

I opened the passenger side helping my woman inside and then I plopped down into the driver’s seat and sped away towards our bungalow tucked in the brush. We had a few moments of awkward silence where you could hear the other’s hair grow if you listened just right. I finally
couldn’t’ take the suspense another damn second.

 

“So did you enjoy Beverly’s cunnilingus abilities? “ I just had to know.

 

“Oh... she was okay...So what’s for dinner sugar I am as hungry as a bear!” Sally chimed too merrily for my satisfaction.

 

“Don’t veer Sally. I need to know.” I said annoyed.

 

“What do you need to know? Okay... yes! She eats pussy like Michael Jordan shoots hoops or like Elvis crooned a song, but she isn’t you. I love you baby doll and always will. You got that?” Sally said winking at me melting me once more in her unending charm.

 

I winked back at her and reached over, picked her hand up and brought it to my mouth kissing her pussy perfumed fingers.

 

“Ditto baby.” I replied as I drove the car towards the Shrimp shack Sally’s favourite bar and grill for a nice dinner for two. I smiled to myself thinking about how a bowl of peach ice cream might be a nice dessert for later.  I would never be able to eat a peach in the same way again, and I felt just a tiny bit of cream leak from my pussy as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

 

 

 

 

The old
Slap & tickle…whilst gagged

 

My girlfriend Sally and I are going through a period in our relationship where we are pushing the proverbial envelope in the area of sexual adventure. Since hitting our 6 year mark I suppose we both had grown enough confidence in our love that we wanted to cross a few of those taboo lines that everyone secretly wishes they could jump over every now and then. We certainly didn’t want to cheat on each other or break the other’s trust. We prided ourselves on having a strong relationship in every arena including sex!

 

I have always been the type of chick that likes to journey beyond the pale and to the outer limits of what society deems acceptable. Sally just happens to be a zealous little rebel herself, and what a hot one she is. We are both redheads with spicy personalities. Does that sound cliché’? It may well but it is true. My red hair is a bit shorter and more modern and with a hint of strawberry blonde. I am 5 foot 2 inches but solid muscle. I work hard to maintain my rock hard frame. Sally is my classic diva. She is a woman’s woman. Her long copper red mane is wavy and flows down her back. Her face is alabaster white with a few flecks of freckles to give her that sexy girl next door look. However she has enough elegance that she could hold her head high next to the most beautiful women in the world and not blink an eye. I love her to pieces and I plan on having her as my woman for as long as she wants that title.

 

The main reason we have embarked on this kinkier journey together truthfully is because I feel a tad bit inferior to my drop dead gorgeous girlfriend. It is hard to put into concise words, but she has something special that is unexplainable. It just exists and I want that special something she possesses in my presence forever. Since we had our threesomes with a girl from the gym named Beverly, I will admit we have both whetted our appetites to go a little farther with our endeavours. Sally was an adventurous woman with an untameable spirit. I would never want to squelch her beautiful spirit for to do so would squelch her very essence. I would do anything short of something illegal to keep Sally happy and smiling.

 

So that being said, I want to tell you about a surprise I had in store for my Sally that night in lieu of a conversation we had about a week before. She had been hinting around about getting into some more deviant practices such as BDSM and dominance. Since this particular day in question was her birthday, I came up with a fun idea. I decided I would first take her to a nice restaurant and then blindfold her and take her to this huge adult superstore on the outskirts of town. That probably sounds ridiculous, but the store is a virtual paradise for those adults who are looking to spice up and add spark to their love lives. I wasn’t taking Sally there because we needed help with our sex life, quite the contrary. I wanted to embark on yet another escapade with the woman who turned me on more than any other on earth.  I also have had numerous fantasies about seeing Sally clad in some of the provocative costumes and lingerie we have seen on the store’s website.

 

I picked her up at her place of business around 5 pm that day and told her I had a surprise for her. I first took her back to our little bungalow in the wooded area of town and let her get dolled up, and I changed into a nice sexy dress as well. Sally was definitely the more womanly of us two, but I wasn’t chopped liver. My gorgeous goddess finally emerged from her feminine chambers looking like a million bucks. My eyes were mesmerized as they feasted on every inch of her. She had chosen my favourite outfit to wear this night, and I was flattered. It was a little dress I found for her one day in a boutique downtown. I love her to wear pink. It makes her copper curls stand out like dazzling rubies. The dress was a pencil skirt style that hugged every voluptuous curve on her body. The skirt embraced her long legs to perfection and the hemline hit right above her beautiful kneecaps. The hot pink silky fabric swayed over her freckled chest revealing a plunging neckline that showed off her exquisite cleavage. The stylish cap sleeves gave her arms a shapely appeal that drove me wild with desire. I was attracted to those little things about Sally’s body that many people might forget. Her curve of her lower back, the freckles sprinkled across her full shoulders and the start of her calf muscle ending in a beautiful size 6 foot perfectly painted with hot pink polish to compliment her attire all made me feel like the luckiest chick alive. She had her mussed copper curls swept up in a very loose Dutch girl bun with a few braids along the sides giving her a natural bohemian look. Her hazel eyes were swiped with pink glittery shadow and a carnation pink lipstick topped off her stunning look.

 

“Baby you are breathtaking this evening, turn around let me get a full view of my lady.” She loved it when I pampered her with compliments.

 

Sally twirled around and then walked over and placed a soft kiss across my own ruby red lips.

 

“You look sexy yourself darling.” She cooed as she squeezed my tight ass that was nestled closely into my scarlet red mini dress. My tits were my best feature pert and puffy, and I purposely wore no bra so my plump nipples stood out like 2 points of rapture atop my tear drop shaped globes. I saw Sally glance for more than a second at them and she couldn’t resist twisting one inside the fabric making me get wet already. I had no panties on so my pussy perfumed our atmosphere rather quickly; Sally sniffed lightly into the air and reached under my minidress and stuck her middle finger inside of me, pulled it out and sucked it off slowly and painstakingly from her fingertip and then smelled it again.

 

“Want a taste of yourself baby?” She whispered seductively.

“Mmmm
... sure I do you naughty wench.” I crooned. She slipped her middle finger under my dress once more and my pussy made an audible slippery sound making us both almost strip down and fuck hard on the tile below us.

 

“Oh fuckkk baby you better quit that before I cream everywhere.” I cried aching to be fingered off.

She gave me a taste of my own cunt and I felt a bit of liquid squirt from my pussy. I loved eating my own juices and if
I could, I’d eat myself off in a second.

 

I reluctantly had to pull away from the vacuum suction Sally’s lips were placing on my very eager ones. My libertine body didn’t want to break the wanton bond we were forming right there in our foyer. I damn near threw my hands up, said fuck it and stripped nude right there, but we had made these reservations weeks beforehand. No way was I losing the money I had put down for the table by the violin and cello player at this very swank and Avant guard restaurant in the yuppie district of our fair town. Hell I had even donned a red dress for the occasion and we were sashaying our hot asses there on time as well!! We made it to Luciano’s right on time and I won’t go into the particulars so we can move on to the juicier sections of this tale. It’s like cutting open a watermelon and finally reaching the centre where the sweetest meat lies untouched and dripping with goodness. That being said we dined and wined, and wined and dined again.

 

I waddled my ass to the car and playfully reached over Sally’s gorgeous gams for the silk blindfold I had gingerly stashed in the glove compartment earlier that day. Sally raised her perfectly arched eyebrows with a look of intrigue on her pretty face.

 

“What are you up to you sassy wench?” She squealed playfully.

 

“I’ll never tell.” I giggled and told her to turn around and let me tie the pale pink blindfold around her lovely head.

 

Sally giggled and sniffed and chortled all the way to the “Big Red Toy Barn: The big kid Superstore” on the outskirts of town down highway 69. I always wondered did they purposely put the biggest adult super store this side of the Colorado River  on highway 69 for a double entendre effect, or was it a complete faux pas. I was like a kid at chucky cheese’s pizza shack as I untied my baby’s headdress. Yes I admit I had wanted to stroll the aisles of this sex palace for some time now, and so had my Sally. Sally’s hazel eyes widened like saucers. She was as playful as a kitten already. I had indeed made the right choice I chuckled to myself. For some quick details, The Big Red Toy Barn was all it promised and way more. People were all up and down the raunchy aisles flipping through magazines about BDSM, laughing joyfully at the gag gifts like ashtrays shaped like pussies and telephones with penis receivers. Strobe lights flashed and blow up dolls hung from the ceiling floating precariously like giant lewd parade balloons gone naughty. This beat any parade I had ever been to I thought. Of course the occasional perv stood tucked in the back looking up from some seedy underground mag breathing heavy and smelling of old spice cologne and pall mall cigs.

 

Finally we found the female toy department at the farthest corner of this town sized wonderland. I had lost 3 pounds I was sure walking back there. Sally sprinted around like a Chihuahua with a taco bell gordita. She oohed and ahhed until I thought her voice might go out. The Big Red Toy Barn had some clever displays arranged utilizing their collection of vibes and dongs. They had set up a pyramid with vibrators shaped like a jet plane and each vibe looked like a mini rocket launcher or something so cosmic. I was utterly in awe. They had stuck huge dongs with suctions cups in perfectly planned spots protruding out like giant dicks growing from the walls. The place was more impressive than Disney World. By the time Sally filled her booty shaped shopping basket she had more goodies than a pole dancer at a bachelor party. It cost me a pretty penny for the hedonic devices and contraptions, but she was worth it. We raced to the Ford Astro we had been riding in for 6 years now, and kept chortling and winking at each other anxious to get home and try out our sack of sundries. Then suddenly up ahead we saw the hot pink and blue flashing neon sign for the Cock-a-doodle -do Red Hen Lodge. I always found that to be such an oxymoron, but I am veering. So let’s get to the fun stuff shall we?

 

I got the key and jiggled the rickety door open. This place wasn’t one for the finicky type but we weren’t. We were just horny as fuck. We slung 3 quarters in the vibrating bed and let’s just say it gurgled, lurched, yawed and “vibrated” for at least 4 hours causing us whiplash, but boy did we have fun in the seedy motel on highway 69. We took turns blindfolding one another and playing the dominatrix. I was first since I had sprung for the deliciously deviant and vexatious toys. We made up a safe word in case we got a bit gnarly during our bdsm play which if we said it, it meant we would stop. Sally chose the phrase “slap and tickle,” so I donned my come fuck me boots that stopped at my upper thighs, my pointed silver studded cone bra, whips and paddle. Oh and I also put my sweetie on a leash and collar so I could watch her like a prized pet.

 

“Down girl!!” I yelped and cracked my 5 dollar whip in the air damn near slapping myself across the cheek. 

 

Sally whimpered like a poodle in heat and stuck her sexy ass way out begging “Spank me master, spank me!”

 

“Damn straight I’m going to tan your prissy tush!!” but I couldn’t hurt my sugar lips, so I softly popped her cute buns barely touching her.

 

“Harder Cindy harder I have been a real bad girl and you know I need my bottom tanned good! I want your sweet punishment make me hurt and feel the sting of the whip.” Sally was pleading and begging like a real submissive pet would do to her Dom.

 

I was kind of shocked she was getting so aroused as I plunged 3 fingers inside of her decidedly and for certain. We had purchased some balls that were connected by a string to insert in our holes to drive us stark raving mad for sex and lust. I slipped the contraptions inside of my fat snatch first, and they did as promised and stayed inside of my tunnel nestled next to my bumpy g-spot.

 

I was close to getting off with the naughty balls bumping around inside of me so I decided to be a real wicked Dom and yank my fingers out of Sally’s clinging cunt and go a bit farther with our deviant game of submission and domination roles. If someone didn’t feel some torture and angst, then what was the purpose of engaging in BDSM?

 

“Nooooo babyyy don’t stop.” She whined like a sad little girl on the playground. “Spank my tush and slap my clit make me cream this snatch. I feel like I might gush a load like you do babyyy!” She squealed.

 

I could feel her floppy pussy lips squeezing and wrapping my fingers like a tortilla holds all of the spicy goodness inside of its soft and pliable folds.

 

“You can keep begging all you want, but you won’t get your way just yet my pet.”

 

I got the velour ropes we had bought for 2 bucks a piece and tied my little siren’s wrists behind her and put a gag in her mouth to make the begging come to a screeching halt for the time being. She then began to pump and kick her legs for all it was worth. Sally was experiencing something new from me she didn’t anticipate. The whole ritual of being a dominatrix for some reason gave me such an adrenaline rush that was pumping like pistons through my molten physique. For a moment I thought Sally was going to holler “slap and tickle” but my nympho didn’t. She took the tying gagging and thrusting like a real champion, yet I know Sally like my own cunt and she much prefers being treated like the Queen of my own heart and of course she still was. But I wasn’t going to let her experimenting little mind off that easy... Oh no! I had some feathers tucked inside my purse and told her to lie down and spread those gams like a whore. She did as I said saying:

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