The Seduction and Using of Dawn - Sex Stories

The Seduction and Using of Dawn

... thoughts soon dismissed the role of my fingers, instead I visualised Phil between my thighs pounding my pussy Mmmmmmmmmm my left hand cupped my boob, my finger and thumb rolled and squeezed my nipple, it was, in my mind’s eye, Phil biting and chewing on my nipples. I visualised his teeth biting into my nipple then tugging on my piercing until my erect nipple was painfully stretched, in my attempt to recreate this experience I twisted the nipple ring. I knew full well Phil would never ever do such a thing, as his approach was always measured and gentle, but today it was different, he was strong masculine and in control, at one point I almost heard him using verbal obscenities. I was so aroused that my dirty thoughts raced from Phil, then flash back memories of a brief ‘friendship’ with a much older man when I was in my mid-teens. We would spend time together in his flat; he would purchase items of under wear. I would parade myself in the lingerie for his pleasure, perhaps not fully understanding what I was doing, yet even at that early age sensing something; sensing it was me in control. I quickly erased that distant thought; Phil wasn’t aware of that episode of my life and never would be. My hips rotated against my hand, seemingly more determined to push more and more of my fingers deeper into my pussy. The three had become four and my hand ached, yet I continued. I wanted to feel Phil, his ‘thing’ was huge – massive brutal and ugly. The size that I could only dream about, ...

... the size that I doubted even existed. In my fantasy it became obscenely LARGE. Phil had now been replaced by a Black Guy, the type that would throw you around the bedroom. Thoughts, filthy thoughts, competed with one another as my orgasm drew close. That lump that Phil’s Boss couldn’t seemingly control sprang into my mind, when suddenly! The door, the bl**dy doorbell chimed repeatedly……….DAMN DAMN DAMN! Jumping up I glanced from the bedroom window and recognised instantly Phil’s Father’s car parked on the drive. The doorbell chime continued. DAMN! I was so close to an orgasm that I felt cheated! Pulling on my red lace panties, that I had lazily discarded the previous night, I quickly threw on a short white nightie affair and made my way downstairs to open the door. Phil’s Father Brian entered the house and followed me into the kitchen. My heightened state of sexual arousal and the sudden disturbance had pushed the notion of modesty totally out of my thoughts. Turning my back on him to fill the kettle with water the reality suddenly hit me on how little ‘appropriate’ clothing I actually was wearing. The hem of my nightie was short, barely covering my bum, clad in its see through red lace. I could feel his stare yet I continued to make the coffee as if this was just another normal day; I turned toward him as he gazed at my pendulent breasts encased in the short see through nightie. Sitting opposite across the dining table afforded Brian a view of my cleavage and all of the curvy ...