And when she’d finally placed her panties into his hand – somewhat embarrassed by the amount of moisture she’d felt there as she handed them over - and stood naked before him, she had never felt so vulnerable. Or so aroused. David had sensed this, apparently, for without any further attempt at foreplay he had simply opened and unzipped his pants and Hardcore yanked them down past his hips, exposing his already fully erect cock. Then he’d reached down behind her knees and lifted her off the floor, simultaneously spreading her legs and slamming her back against the door as he thrust into her. It was overwhelming. It felt almost like a rape, almost like… The Director’s Cut of her fantasy had suddenly filled her mind: being held down and used like a slave-girl on the restaurant table. Oh God, oh God, oh God… . She’d come almost immediately, letting out an animal-like groan as she did. Then she’d wrapped her legs around David’s waist, meeting his every thrust with one of her own, reaching her second orgasm just before his first. They had both collapsed to the floor then and lain there intertwined, looking into each other’s eyes without speaking until their cooling perspiration made them feel chilly. David had stood then and shed his rumpled clothing before kneeling down to pick Chelsea up in his arms and threesome carry her into his bedroom. That had been only the beginning of the most intellectually, emotionally and (of course) sexually fulfilling relationship Chelsea had ever experienced. And now, blowjob a year later, she and David stockings were still head over heels in love with each other. They called and emailed and texted each other several times a day. They talked about everything under the sun. They loved being together and lusted after each other unfailingly. They had long since moved in together and marriage was definitely something they both wanted when they were a little better off financially. For Chelsea it was the happiest time of her life cumshot and she believed it was for David as well. But… David had never spanked her again. And though in some ways Chelsea was glad about that, not wanting to displease him for any reason, there was something about that night that nagged at her imagination, a new film loop in the projector: not only being spanked by David, but spanked in a public – or nearly public – situation. Spanked the way he had spanked her in the vestibule that night, but the way she’d re-imagined it later, with her skirt up and panties down…and harder, and longer. They were usually able to communicate their sexual desires very frankly and openly. They had experimented with bondage and role-playing and had delved into the Kama Sutra. Chelsea had even bought David a remote-controlled vibrator to use on her sometimes when they went out. But for some reason Chelsea could never bring herself to mention spanking, and David never did, so it remained what Chelsea told herself was a tiny and insignificant lack in their otherwise magnificent sex life, not at all important. Except for that occasional annoying whir of the projector. It wasn’t that Chelsea had never been late again either, certainly. Sometimes her clients were late themselves, or needed more time than Chelsea had scheduled for them. Things happened. But if she was supposed to meet with David at a certain time and was running late she had always managed to let him know, and usually well ahead of time. It was breathtaking feeling her brother’s cock inside her and having Brady right beside her to witness the incestuous event. “Some kind of reference? There was no way of getting through to him, and if they didn’t restrain him soon, this would end badly. The trunk was more than well equipped to hold her. Soon there would be boys showing up and she still needed stockings to shower and dress. “Good girl.” Anne smiled. Maybe my sex days are over. "Yes," said Laura, defeated. Because of my Hardcore shape (I used to get called ‘bamboo’ at school) I’ve always had problems getting clothes that fitted. I was there with her, growling and heaving, my entire essence emptying from blowjob my cock threesome and draining into cumshot her open womb. “Suck his dick, baby,” Sandy told Bekah. It's Bonnie, a blonde sister with heavy breasts and a plentiful, light brown bush. Evan repeated softly. He nodded a fraction. Mark is away for a few days so why don’t I bring my boys to yours for the night and they can sleep in your spare room.” They always kept their spare room ready in case her father stayed over so I knew it would be available. Row after row of shelves full of Pokeballs fill the room. “Yeah. An involuntary one of readiness and desire. 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