Don't Tell Me What To Do - Sex Stories

Don't Tell Me What To Do

... desired.

As she began to pant and make moaning noises I turned her over and smacked her hard on her buttocks. The outline of my hand sprang to bloody pink life beneath her skin and she slid her knees up, presenting her rump to me for more of the same. I slapped her again and she gave a small yelp. I bent down to her racing, throbbing rear pads and kissed her gently. She exhaled with a contented sigh and angled herself still further so that her buttocks parted and her shy, innocent anus became visible.

Then I saw it, the reason I had been given this chance. Just inside her right buttock, low down between her anus and vagina was a blue angel's head with a halo. I kissed it gently and gave it a dab of my tongue that began my licking of this woman's arse.

When I attended to her gently and lovingly in that special place she relaxed in obvious relief and a warm flood of pleasure.

"You really like that, don't you?" she sighed.

"Licking your arse?" I replied. "I have wanted to do that since the first time I saw you. Is that... okay?"

"I knew you were thinking something naughty," she said. "Everyone is most of the time. But if you're discreet that makes it all right. I could tell, but you kept it under control."

"Well, it's very nice chatting," I said brightly. "But if you'll excuse me, I've got an orgasm to bring you." I licked her beautiful arsehole with renewed intensity and devotion and soon she was emitting those primal, guttural groans as she slumped ...

... forwards and I collapsed on top of her.

If only her husband knew how to get this woman on his side. Perhaps he had had a method early in their relationship, but now she clearly couldn't stand him, sexually at least, and was surprising even herself with the way the lust cascaded through her and made her do things she had possibly never done before.

"Let me do that to you," she said, and soon I was on my knees and she was ploughing me with her tongue, dirty and determined, yet clean and pure as a virgin. A woman in full flow is a fine, noble experience and while there may be a place for females commonly known as sluts and happy to be so, it is not in my universe, nor the universe of wonderful females such as Helen.

She was giving vent to an uninhibited streak that owed nothing to sin and everything to human love in its broadest context. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Was it revenge on her husband or had that been the trigger some time earlier and now she was just liberated, having given herself licence to do whatever she wanted, whatever she had secretly thought about but never really thought she would do?

I concluded that at that moment she was simply free to be herself and that she wanted to give herself completely to me without fear or embarrassment

When she had driven me wild with her beautiful depravity, Helen lay on her back and looked at me in way that could only mean one thing: she needed to be fucked. I lay on top of her and slid down ...