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Unknown Admirer

... presence as my hands wandered unrestricted. This is forbidden...her eyes closed and she welcomed my demanding passionate kiss. It seems so long since a man has kissed her like this. The thought of being with a man jerked her back to reality. Her eyes flash open and look up at me as I kissed her. My eyes are locked on hers. My eyes are dark, mesmerising, and powerful. She is losing herself in my eyes, when she again sought to pull herself together. Then one of my hands closed on her breast. " Oh...no," her hand rose and grasped my hand at her breast. It is like trying to move a steel girder, but this bit of steel, is warm. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled. No amount of feeble pushing on her part is going to free her breast. Then my hand at her neck grasped her long dark hair, and jerked sharply down. " Arghh...oh," she gasped as her pretty face is pulled sharply up and presented to me. She is not use to pain, and the shock of it ran through her. Then my big heavy body seems to bear down on her and her lips seem to open automatically to receive my kiss. She is shocked and feels betrayed as her body reacts in ways it shouldn't. She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't, she really didn't...Then my tongue met hers and her mind seems to swirl and fly. I grinned to myself as I played this naive and innocent woman. My hand has risen and clasped her firm breast. I savour its fullness. I love women in their thirties. They look after themselves so well. These women ...

... take such care of themselves. Over their figure, and diet, and appearance. As my hand seems to weigh the breast I love small full breasts that are a handful and no more. I cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. The breast of a woman that has not been with a man in a long time. My fingers found a hard nipple, I nipped the thickened pert nub sharply. Megan lay beneath me as she squealed into my kiss, but I did not release her mouth, or my grip on her nipple. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. I release my grip, and she sighs into my demanding passionate kiss. As she relaxed I ran the palm of my hand over her nipple, and feel her body trembling. I estimated that excited little tingles will be surging from her abused bud, as I fondled her mound and then lightly stroked my thumb over the over-excited nipple, enjoying her squirming in my arms. So few of well brought up, middle class women seem to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. I will delight in teaching Megan. Oh yes, I will teach her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing my cock. I turn back to the lovely panting Megan, as she lay half beneath me. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular. She is a delightful 30 year old in her prime. I grin to myself, as my hand begins caressing her inner thigh. " Noooo! Please... we have gone too far!" Her hands reaching for me. I ...