ORGASMS IN THE PARK

My boyfriend and I loved to travel. He had the means; I had the time off occasionally. He hates hotels so when we travel he usually rents apartments instead. This time around we went to the city that never sleeps, New York.
We rented an apartment close by central park and it was a beautiful view. During the day we walked round being all romantic and then we go back to the apartment and fuck our brains out.
Friday evening came and I wanted to go dancing. We got dressed, went clubbing, drank like fishes and we both got really tipsy… okay I got really tipsy. We took a cab back to the apartment. He dropped us off by central park.
“We should go for a walk.” I said that laughing.
He laughed too and reached out to hold my hands. We walked into central park smiling and acting like newlyweds. As romantic as this was I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. I was dick whipped… he pussy whipped and we both loved it.
We walked silently, hand in hand. We passed a few people. We stole a few glances at each other as we walked together and I knew he wanted what I wanted. There was a bench close by that was a little covered. Before I could suggest anything he pulled me towards the bench and grabbed me into a kiss.
His tongue separated my lips and invited itself into my mouth. There was a sense of urgency in his kiss. I felt it too. If we were going to fuck, it had to be a quickie. We didn’t need to be arrested because of our horniness. He pulled me to the bench, he sat down. I straddled him but our lips never left each other’s. We kept tongue wrestling and lip biting.
I was wearing a short dress with no bra so it was easy for his hands to get under. The feel of his palm delicately moving from my thighs, to my hips, my waist and to my breast was magnetic. He squeezed gently before softly pinching my nipple. I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my wetness already. I wanted him to hustle that dick into my pussy. I took my lips to his ear. I licked it and he shivered. His ears were so sensitive. I gave it a soft bite and I heard him moan; I smiled.
“Fuck me.” I whispered.
He hurriedly lifted my dress till my breasts were exposed. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. I threw my head back with my arms wrapped around his neck. His lips felt so good on my skin. His tongue flicked over my nipple and his teeth grazed them from time to time.
I felt him unbuckling his belt and I heard his zipper. The monster was free to wage war and I was ready to be conquered. He pushed my thong to the side brushing by my clit. I sucked in my breath with a moan and I bit my lip.
“You want more?” He whispered then started rubbing my clit. He continued his sucking and nibbling with my other breast. My body could feel the pressure this pleasure was creating; I was about to explode.
He removed his hand from my clit, and guided his dick into my extremely wet pussy.
“Ah!” I held him tight and placed my face on his head. I moved my hips to receive him happily. His mouth never left my breasts. He moved from one nipple to the other while his dick was stationed inside me. He didn’t move but he was still making my pussy cry.
“Please, fuck me.” ……….and my baby didn’t need me begging too much.
He adjusted holding my waist and he pushed me up, while I came down myself. I didn’t need him to move my hips, I just needed his dick. I zoned out the whole entire park. I tightened my grip around his neck, positioned my hips right and started to ride fast. I could hear him breathing, I was moaning. With every inch of his dick I felt, my moan get louder.
“Shhh! Babe… Ah.” He said but I wasn’t going to shhh anything. I couldn’t. What his dick did to me was too much for the silence he required of me. I rode my pussy all over his dick. His jeans wet with my essence. I opened my eyes to look at his face; he looked at me, our souls intertwined and then behind me we saw the ray of light. It seemed like irrelevant at first till it kept coming closer and brighter. Someone was coming and if it was a policeman, we were definitely getting arrested. I rode faster. I was determined to have an orgasm. The light came closer and so did the pressure in my clit. He moved his hips with me. The closer we saw the lights, the faster our thrusts. I could feel it all over me. My body screamed for him to hit me harder and drive in faster.
“Come on! Yes!” the light was so close, we could hear someone on his radio speaking to someone else. We were going to get caught but I was still going to fucking cum. My Boyfriend was so fast, he was a machine. This was a power fuck. I dug my nails into him and with one final slam my orgasm came crashing. I screamed a moan but he put his hands over my mouth.
“Hello! Are you hurt? Hello!” The policeman was searching for us.
He pushed me off him and covered his open, still rock hard dick with his shirt.
The policeman was in front of us with his light all over our faces.
“Hello, I heard a scream? Is everything alright?” He looked at us a little suspicious.
I was a little drunk… okay, really tipsy but that dick wiped a lot of the alcohol out of me. I was sane enough to have a valid conversation.
“We were being all romantic and I saw a rat!” I quickly said. I was still breathing heavy and my boyfriend was sweaty all over. The policeman wasn’t buying this lie but he didn’t see anything.
“Okay, maybe you should move away from here. We wouldn’t want the rat running up your dress, would we?” How sarcastic.
“No we wouldn’t, babe let’s go.” I stretched my hand towards my man. He got up bending a bit trying to hide his hard dick. The policeman smiled and walked away.
I turned around and pushed him back towards the bench. I sat on the bench while he stood in front of me. I lifted his shirt and took his dick into my mouth. It tasted of me but it didn’t matter. I took him down my throat. I moved my head as fast as I could. He held my head. I could feel him twitch. I wanted to feel his warmness slide all the way down my throat. I needed him to pour it all in me. He moaned in a hiss-like manner. He was going to explode. I saw the torch light rays again. It was now or never. His dick was in sync with my thoughts. I looked up at him; he was biting his lip hard and looking me straight in the eyes. He came in my mouth, tightening his grip on my shoulders and I swallowed. I quickly put his dick back in his pants, zipped him up and he slumped next to me on the bench weak. The policeman walked by us again.
“Still here I see?”
“Yes.” My boyfriend answered. “We are tourists and we love central park.” I just sat there smiling.
“Be careful.” And for the second time, the orgasm was faster than the cop.
After a few minutes, he got up holding out his hand for me. I held on to him and we walked out of the park and headed back to our apartment.
He was hard again in the elevator.
All I remember is pressing the emergency button in the elevator and waking up this morning. How can I jog my memory?

A PROSTITUTE'S BRIEF ENCOUNTER

I have a lot of clients who want to meet me personally; I never meet them personally. I do have several people I meet for a quick fuck; but they are not clients. I don’t get paid to leisurely fuck, usually, I just do it to satisfy my desires.
Like today for instance. I am fucking an older man at 3:00. He wants me for 30-minutes, and he wants to fuck me from behind. He has a shower on site, so I don’t hesitate. Plus, I’ve been fucking him for a year. He provides nice perks.
As I walk towards the front door of Mr. Brown’s condo, he opens the door and welcomes me into his home. He hands me a tall glass of cranberry juice on ice. I drink the beverage rather fast; the tartness of the cranberry is refreshing.
Mr. Brown is wearing a long silk robe, and he immediately shuts the door and hands me a short plaid skirt, a bikini top with the nipples cut out, and a pair of crotch-less underwear. I know not to waste time, and I immediately go behind the curtain and change.
When I appear in the living room, Mr. Brown is pouring a shot of vodka into two glasses. My nipples are beaming hard through the holes on my bikini top; I held the ice from the glass on my nipples.
My shaved pussy is pushed through the long slit in the crotch-less panties, and my skirt is so short that once I bend over, Mr. Brown can easily touch my bare pussy.
Mr. Brown likes my body. He hands me a quick drink of vodka. As I drink my shot, he calls me over closer to him. As I approach, he sits upright and says, “I want you to lie across my lap with your ass up; I want to rub your pussy from the back.”
I place my glass on the table and I walk over to sprawl across his lap. Before I could position myself, he stopped and sucked on my tits for a few minutes. I couldn’t help but moan. I love my tits sucked.
Once I was flat across his lap, he was excited to finger my pussy and feel its wetness. He spread my legs open a little wider. As he pushed his fingers deep inside my snatch, his fingers became covered with liquid. He then pulled his fingers out and circled his fingers over my full pussy. He stroked my labia and teased my ass.
I was horny. I knew what he wanted. I love to fuck older men. I spread my legs wide, so my pussy was opened. Mr. Brown placed his hand over my snatch and held his palm over my muff; I felt my pussy swell. As my legs were wide open and my snatch wet and ripe, he began to finger fuck my pussy deep. I liked it and I moaned.
Mr. Brown said, “That’s a good girl. Yes, that’s a real good girl. Keep fucking my fingers, yes, back and forth. Fuck, you’re good.”
As I fucked his fingers slow, my pussy became so wet. He pushed his hand further on to my pussy, I realized he was trying to fist me. I got excited and I accepted the challenge.
He moved my tiny underwear all the way to the side.
I kept pumping my snatch up and down on his hand. He casually folded his hand into a fist and pushed it closer and harder towards my muff. I liked it, and I started really rocking down on his hand. I was so wet. My legs were spread so wide.
The harder I rocked down on his hand, the deeper he pushed his fist inside my pussy. Once his fist was fully inside my snatch, I said, “Fuck yeah.”
His fist felt like a really thick dick.
As I lie across his lap bucking my snatch against his fist, he slides his full fist further inside my pussy. I moan wildly. I say, “Oh, fuck yeah. Damn that’s hard and big.”
Mr. Brown immediately said, “Call me daddy. Tell your daddy you like his hands on your pussy.”
I reply, ‘Oh, daddy. Please keep fist fucking me. Please, daddy. Oh, yes…Daddy, yes…Fist fuck your little pussy. I’ve been a real good girl, daddy.”
Mr. Brown starts fist pumping my pussy hard. He really gets his body into fucking my pussy hole. He says, “Yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck your big man.”
I rode his fist strong. He was really getting off on fisting me. He was pumping my pussy deep. I quite liked it too.
I then felt his hard cock press into my face; there was just his silk robe separating his thick dick from my mouth. As I repetitively received my pussy pounding, I heard Mr. Brown say, “Suck my cock. Get it wet.”
I was getting fisted so fast, it was hard for me to grab his thick cock. But when I did manage to make contact, I stuffed his fat dick in my mouth and deep throated his thick manhood. The faster his fist pumped my pussy, the harder I sucked.
Mr. Brown moaned in ecstasy. He said, “Yes, let me fuck that pretty face. Oh yeah, you like it. You like fucking me.”
I mumbled, “Uh-huh.”
I steadily kept sucking his cock as I furiously rubbed my hand up and down his shaft. As I concentrated on the tip of his cock for several seconds, I squeezed his dick hard as I jacked his cock fast into my mouth. I love to suck a big dick. I love when it’s slippery.
I tugged and pulled at his big dick. He liked it so much, he rocked his cock in rhythm with my sucks until he released his cum into my mouth. I did what every good fuck does, I swallowed his cum.
I waited while Mr. Brown pulled his fist from my wet crotch. Once he was out of my pussy, I closed my legs and stood up from the couch. I looked at him and said, “This is the easiest bill I pay each month, Daddy.” I smiled.
Mr. Brown then reached up and slapped my ass and said, “I look forward to fucking you every month, darling.” He closed his robe and tied the belt.
You see, Mr. Brown has an import-export car dealership. My Audi and all other car repairs are paid via my monthly fuck sessions with him.
He has more than one perk that I use to my advantage.
Since I have a few hours before class, I figure I’ll go home and rest for an hour. As I gather my clothes and head towards the shower, I think to myself, “Thursdays are always my horniest days.”

Once You Go Black

One of my greatest fantasies was to shag a white girl. Considering I did not know any white girl beyond those I have claimed on TV, that item on my bucket list remained what it was, a fantasy.
Bucket lists are very important to me and since I had decided to do my masters abroad it seemed like it was going to be ticked sooner rather than later.
So I arrived in London, all my fantasies still with me. I hoped to make it reality.
Six months passed, and the only thing I had accomplished with any white girl was to say ‘Hi’. I was not living on campus, so there was no way I could get myself invited to (or crash) the many student parties that happened every day. To make my quest even more difficult, my class was made up of Nigerians and the ever loquacious male Asians – Indians and Pakistanis to be precise.
It dawned on me that even in the midst of plenty oyinbo, I will still not have any story to tell about shagging a white babe. I accepted that and faced my school work.
Towards the end of summer I decided to get a part-time job. Within a short while, I rose to become supervisor. This “top” position meant that whenever a new person is hired, they have to report to me for briefing and training.
So this particular evening, as I was sitting at the reception, waiting for the others to arrive so we could start work for the day, a new hire arrived. She was tall, slim, and blonde. Her breasts were proportional to her body size. She was wearing a figure fitting blouse and jeans. All of my alarms went off! Something told me this was it. The prophecy was about to be fulfilled. Ok, Ok, there was no prophecy, just a fantasy. I digress.
We got introduced and I did the usual briefing and training. She gave me that pretty smile all the way. Her English was not so good, but I could manage, for the sake of that future white pussy if I could pull this off. She was from Eastern Europe.
Like a week after, as we were walking home, I asked her if she would like to come clubbing with me that night. She refused, saying her boyfriend will not agree to it. In my head I knew she was lying. She had just migrated to the UK; there was no way she could have got a boyfriend so quick. No problem. I was a gentleman; I didn’t mind waiting till she was comfortable.
I waited a whole month. By this time, her English had gotten a bit better, no thanks to me, and she had gotten to like my sense of humor too. The ingredients for her falling for me were firmly in place. So I asked again. She did not even waste time before agreeing, but told me she would be coming with her flat mate. Fine by me.
We met up with her and her roommate that night at the club. I came with my friend too; I wasn’t going to allow any roommate rain on my parade. I felt so sorry for my friend because this girl was HUGE, she was a Man Mountain, she was borderline obese… but he took it like a champ. My friend embodied the true ethos of wingmen.
Before we could say Jack Robinson these girls were knocking back shot after shot of vodka, straight. My date was all over me, happily intoxicated.
By the time we were done partying it had started raining. I wanted to walk them to the Taxi ramp but she said she would rather walk home. In the rain? If she didn’t mind walking in the rain then so be it. I wasn’t going to jeopardize my chance at biracial coital glory just because I was afraid of getting drenched by rain. Not even a flood could stop me tonight.
As we got to her door, she asked if we wanted to come upstairs for coffee. I obliged. Before nko?
She took me to her room and my poor friend was bum rushed into the other room by the ginormous roommate. My friend later told me he had to leave and go home as the girl slept off immediately her body touched the bed. Good for him though. I couldn’t have been happier for him.
So my date, who was by now very tipsy and as it looked, very horny, did not even waste time in letting me know I was going to be her meal that night. She rushed me into a kiss, and before we knew it, we were making out as if our lives depended on it.
I almost asked to be excused to go outside for a moment to give glory when it dawned on me I was about to tick that item on my bucket list. My fantasy was about to become reality and I knew I had to do it well. I owed it to Nigeria and the black race to keep up with the good works of my ancestors, of those who were here before me. This one too must go black and never go back. I slowed her down and pushed her gently on the bed.
As she lay back, she freed her hair which was always in a cute bun. I had never seen it like that before. The room was dark, and her blonde hair on the pillow was like a ball of fire. Blood began to rush from every artery in my body southwards.
I took off her blouse and shifted her bra to reveal her breasts. The pinkness of the nipples sitting atop her well formed, perky boobs peeked at me, just as her eyes continued to look right into mine searchingly. She wanted me to rush but I was going to take my time. She was going to learn tonight.
Her torso was totally naked and her body lit up the room. She was florescent; she shined bright like a diamond.
With my eyes still fixed on hers, and my tongue tracing circles around her navel, my hands began working on her belt buckle. That gave way and the zip went too. White lace panties, nice…not like it mattered though, panty colour was not going to make me any less horny.  She wiggled to allow her jeans slide down her legs as I pulled.
I climbed back up and bit her lower lip. She tried to kiss me, I moved back. I wanted to tease her. She bit her lip and sank back into the pillow. I lowered my face to hers; bit her lip again…and again. She didn’t move. So I parted her lips with my tongue and pulled back again. This time she couldn’t take the teasing any longer. She grabbed my head and planted the wettest kiss on my mouth, her tongue eagerly forcing my lips apart until it was searching every inch of my mouth. Her mouth was so soft. I ran my fingers across her nipples. A moan escaped her throat. I took my mouth off hers and took a breast in my mouth, with one hand cupping the other one as if I didn’t want it to escape.
I sucked on her nipple, “bite it” she demanded. I bit ever so lightly.
“Bite harder!”…I did as I was told.
She writhed as another moan escaped. She began to struggle with my shirt.
I pushed her back and took off my shirt… then my jeans. She was already taking off her lace panties.
My hand found its way to her well shaven, swollen pussy. I rubbed on her clit, she was dripping wet already. But I was on a mission. Kissing in between her thighs, I worked my way slowly up north. She knew what was coming, she was shaking uncontrollably already. With my tongue, I parted the lips of her pussy. That was one of the most beautiful I have set my sights upon. Her juice ran down my tongue as I sent shockwaves up all the way to her brain.
My thumb pushed up her hood leaving her clit at my mercy. Her clit was the size of my pinky. My tongue went to work, flicking her bean as it grew more turgid and pinker. My index finger was already at work in her pussy too, in and out and upwards searching for her g-spot. She had become uncontrollable.
“I am cumming” She breathed.
As if this was my cue, I finger fucked her faster and harder while sucking on her clit even harder. She froze suddenly, with only her lower body twitching. She came very hard and screamed “fuck me, fuck me right now”
Isn’t that why we are here?
But I wasn’t done eating that pussy. I wanted her to sit on my face and she did. Damn, this white babe owned my face. She rode it as if it was a Symbian. My tongue went so far up her pussy I was very sure I could taste her womb. Yet she kept grinding that pussy on my face. I almost came at the sheer experience and sight. But I held on, this was not about me alone. This was about the black race. I had a reputation to preserve.
Before I could make a move, she spun round and grabbed my dick. She cut open a pack of condom and rolled it down my shaft effortlessly. Oh, that was efficient. She didn’t need to give me head, her pussy was on fire and my dick was at the point of eruption. We both needed to fuck for fear of passing out due to the built up tension.
She straddled me and slowly slid my dick inside her absolutely wet pussy and gave me the ride of my life. As she fucked me, her blonde hair was flying all over the place; my mouth, my eyes, all over the damn place but who cared? NOBODY!
In the space of 5 minutes she had changed position on me 3 times. This babe was just exactly as was described on the package.
Her pussy, warm and absolutely wet, took my whole dick in. I was hoping her pussy won’t suck my balls in as well. I sat upright so she could wrap her arms around me as she rode me like her hired mule. She dug her fingers into my back as she released herself on my dick again. Her orgasm was so violent her nails drew blood.
She got off me and positioned her ass before me, all up in the sky. “I want you to take me from behind and fuck me hard…fuck me like a bad bitch”.
She didn’t need to ask. I slapped my dick into her pussy. Her wetness was one of a kind. She screamed. The sweat dripped from my brow. I kept slamming into her, grabbing her waist for support with every stroke I gave. I could feel my own release close by so I rammed into her faster.
I knew I was close, I could feel it. I knew if I didn’t cum now my brain may never function properly again. The intensity was overwhelming. I took out my dick and flipped her over. I angled myself into her pussy again as she wrapped her legs around me. She didn’t just lay there taking it; she gave back up as much as I gave into her. This woman was a champ for real. I grabbed the bed as I gave the last thrust everything I had and came with a grunt. She held me as I went through my throes of passion and when I was done she let me go so I flopped over beside her.
I was spent but before I slept I heard her whisper “black is beautiful.”
The black race had won. She was never going back.

6 Foods That Boost Your Sex Drive

If you find you’re more eager to sleep than have sex on an everyday basis, your sex drive may need a booster shot. Your diet may be the reason you are not feeling very sexual lately. Aside from eating healthier, there are few specific picks you should chow down on to boost your libido and make you feel sexier than ever.

1. EGGS: Want breakfast in bed, followed by morning sex? Opt for an omelet. The protein in eggs can boost energy and focus—two things you can always use during sex. Plus, they’re a good source of vitamin B6, which helps balance your hormone levels and regulate libido. 
2. CHOCOLATES: Not only does chocolate improve your mood, it can also boost your libido.Chocolate is a great aphrodisiac, and it contains magnesium, which can make you feel very relaxed. Science says dark chocolate contains a compound called phenylethylamine, which was shown to release the same endorphins triggered by sex.
3. OATS: Your morning meal can actually boost testosterone, which helps your sex drive. Plus, oats contain L-arginine, which has been used to treat erectile dysfunction and been shown to improve blood flow to the clitoris. That’s reason enough to choose this over a slice of bread tomorrow.
4. LETTUCE: A bowl of salad will help your waistline and rev your sex drive. Lettuce contains an opiate that helps to activate sex hormones. Have a bowl at dinner and you’ll be ready to go by the time you turn in for the night.
5. GINGER: King Henry VII and the ancient Asians were astute when using ginger for medicinal purposes. In the 21st century, those of us who know about botanical-ceuticals know that ginger helps circulation temperature adjustment, mucoid detoxification (mucus-like residue that can coat your GI tract) and also a libido enhancer. Whether raw, in supplement form, or added to your favorite drink, ginger also lends itself to defense against hard cold and flu season. Because trying to get frisky with a runny nose never ends well.
6. WATERMELON: if you’re really looking for a sweet libido-booster, stick to a slice of watermelon. Although it’s 92 percent water, that remaining 8 percent of fruit is jam-packed with vital nutrients for sexual health. Researchers reported finding in 2008 that watermelon has ingredients that delivered Viagra-like effects to the human body’s blood vessels and could even aid in increasing libido. Watermelon contains a phytonutrient called citrulline, which the body converts to arginine, an amino acid that boosts nitric oxide levels in the body, which relax blood vessels in the same way a medicine like Viagra does.

JANE SEX DIARY

It has been three days since that fateful day. She was getting a little nervous. She had been basking in the warm afterglow of their last encounter and now it was just hitting her. She did a very bad thing, and it might come back to haunt her.

  Jane knew the moment she met her sister, Derby’s boyfriend, that she would fuck him. She was not a mean person. Derby has always had a history of going after any guy that Cynthia happens to fall for. For a long time, Cynthia had been on the losing end. She was never able to attract the men Derby liked, until now.
It was a rainy afternoon when everything changed with Dave, Derby’s man. Cynthia was engrossed in a novel when she got distracted by a desperate knock on the door of the small 2-bedroom apartment she shared with Derby in Victoria Island. When she opened the door, Cynthia was greeted by a soaking wet and shaken Dave.



“Oh My God, what happened?” Jane asked as she let him in.
“The rain just suddenly started when I was a couple of bus stops away from yours, it was insane. I have a meeting to get to and I certainly could not go looking like this. So I figured I can come here and see if there is anything I can do about my clothes while I wait for the rain to subside.” He explained.
  Jane let him in, and he hurriedly went to Derby’s room.
“I am sorry about barging in like this,” he called out from the room. “I know Derby is at work and I was really hoping I will meet you at home”.


“Oh, it’s no problem.” Jane called back. “Make yourself comfortable.” She said as she went back to her novel.
She really had no intention of fucking him as at that time. She had had an amazing one-night-stand, the night before and had been gloriously and ruthlessly fucked by a guy she met at a club. She was not horny that afternoon, she was mainly bored as the rain had obviously made her afternoon plans go kaput.
In 2 seconds. Everything changed. Dave stepped back into the living room in nothing but shorts, holding

 his damp clothes.
“Is there anywhere I can hang these for a few minutes?” He asked.
Cynthia was momentarily distracted by his hot, gorgeous body. She never noticed that before, as Dave was not really that handsome. But apparently, what he lacked in looks, he made up for in body type. He had the kind of body you typically saw in movies. Sculpted, define and fucking Hot. It’s official, she was lusting after him. When she finally looked up to meet his eyes, she could see a little spark of interest there before he cleared his throat. Jane spent the afternoon helping him out with his clothes and wondering when or if she would ever get to ride that body.
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She got her chance a mere week after that encounter. She and her sister attended a cousin’s wedding. Jane was having an okay time. Weddings were normally an opportunity to check out the boys and decide who to take home for the night. But it does not look that will happen today. As she scanned the crowd, it was obvious to her that there were no potential booty calls.


After the wedding party was over, Dave came back to pick them up. As they got to the apartment, Derby was so exhausted, she passed out almost immediately. Dave decided to take a quick shower since he would be spending the night as it was late.
  Jane decided that this was her chance. She undressed and went into the bathroom a few seconds after him. His shocked expression was replaced with one of pleasant surprise as she went for his dick. His words of protest was swallowed back when she put her lips on his and kissed him fiercely. He slid a finger into her pussy and she squirmed pleasantly. She took a step back from him and spread her legs wide. Using her own hand, she slowly made her way to her pussy and began fucking herself hard with a finger while he watched. Her eyes were on his growing erection as she finger fucked herself harder and harder.


She soon slid two fingers into her pussy. Then three, then four. At this time, she could see that Dave’s dick was large. Threatening to explode. She fucked herself with one hand while holding on to her breast with the other.
“Fuck me now.” She moaned. As Dave moaned towards, she held up a hand to stop him.


“Not with your dick yet. Fuck me with this.” She reached for the toilet plunger and handed it to him.
Dave was shocked. He raised an eyebrow at her as he collected the plunger.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
She took the plunger back from him. With her legs still spread, she pushed the tail end into her pussy.
“This is what I want” She moaned.
Dave took over. He was so fucking turned on at this point that he was not sure how much of this torture he could take. He fucked her slowly with the instrument as Jane bit her lips to keep from screaming with pain, or pleasure, or both.

She held on as long as she could before exploding in one of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. As she made her way back to earth, she took one more look at the dick she so badly wanted to fuck.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Fuck this pussy. Fuck this pussy hard.”
Dave was more than ready. Facing her, he lifted one leg up over his shoulder and dove deep into her. She was wonderfully wet. He gave it her all. Fucking her hard as he slipped two fingers in her ass. He now knew she liked it rough and did not hesitate to put two more fingers in her asshole. Jane loved it. She loved that he now got her. She knew Derby was too Vanilla to like sex this rough and she know she was giving Dave something he had never gotten from her sister.


She grabbed her breasts hard as Dave kept fucking her with his fingers and his dick. It was heaven. Dave soon reached for the discarded plunger and stuck it in her ass as he kept fucking her. Jane was going crazy with the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure. She know she would be fucking sore in the morning but she didn’t care. At this moment, all her extremities are being stimulated and she was riding this high till the end. He kept fucking her and hurting her on both ends. She knew Dave was loving it. She never had a man fuck her with this much eagerness before. She knew they now had something in common.
Dave kept fucking her with his dick while still fucking her with the plunger. It wasn’t long before they climaxed simultaneously. __
It has been 3 days since that experience and Cynthia was getting worried that he would not call. Even worse, that he would confess the experience to her sister. She knew she wanted to do more rough things with Dele. She knew he would love the things she had been fantasizing about. She was wondering if she was wrong about him when her phone rang.
“Finally.” She thought….

LOVE HER PUSSY

She came in waves… multiple waves. She came many times over, she lost count of her orgasms as each wave got bigger than the last and she let herself go in wild abandon. Her pussy dripped wet sloppy juice; her voice was hoarse with moaning and screaming his name. Muttering sweet gibberish, his fingers and lips were all over her body. She couldn’t tell which was which anymore. Was that his tongue on her nipples, flicking around them softly and then pulling on them with such intensity it triggered off another orgasm? Or were those his fingers? She couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out what he was doing to her clit. She felt him spread her lips apart and push the hood up till her pink clit was exposed. He licked it or flicked it, she didn’t know but it was such sweet torture. She sprawled and spread her legs wider and raised her hips to meet the source of such pleasure. OMG!Orgasms are a miracle of creation, she thought as her legs shook violently and she arched her back in yet another orgasm. She could barely hear him grunting in approval, she was on another plane of multi-orgasmic dimensions. She knew it was a bit selfish that she could come that much, but then he did say he liked to watch her let go of herself like that.He turned her over face down on the table in the hotel room which she could barely remember how they got there and eased his dick into her so slowly. She let out a long moan-like gasp. Damn! Just having him inside her felt so good! He held on to her waist, adjusted her round succulent ass on his dick. Then he moved inside her… forward and backward.“Gosh baby your pussy is so sweet, damn!” He whispered.She moaned as they both moved ever so slowly against each other. They’d been waiting for this moment such a long time that they needed to savour every moment.They met at the airport 6 months ago. Her flight to Port-Harcourt had been delayed for nearly 2 hours and she had been concentrating on her phone which she was using to rant about the airline’s inefficiency and Nigeria’s general ineptitude.“Is this seat taken?” A male voice interrupted her social media rant.Barely looking up, she waved him aside “No.”He eased himself beside her, almost invading her personal space but not quite. He stretched his long legs and his shoes caught her eye, shiny, black, expensive looking. Then she looked up and noticed his well-tailored trousers, fleetingly checked out his package as her eyes travelled up his body to his face. His eyes were waiting for her in a half smile.“Henry” he stretched out his hand for a handshake.Though she didn’t like strangers who were too forward with their familiarity, she smiled back as she shook his hand.“Kemi.”That was the beginning of a conversation that would last 6 months. Six months of phone calls, texting, sharing confidence and intimate thoughts, sexting, sending nudes but they had never found the right time to meet up. He lived in Abuja and she lived in Lagos. They both had demanding jobs that took all their time. All that waiting had built up so much longing. They both planned a weekend getaway to Calabar for the Christmas carnival. What a Christmas gift this was turning out to be.He grabbed her butt and squeezed as he went in and out of her, her ass raised just in the right position to take his fully erect, hard dick. His dick filled her hot, wet pussy and she tightened her pussy walls so he could feel every pulsating bit.“Fuck!” she gasped. “Why the fuck did we wait this long? This feels too good!” She groaned.He lifted her from the table and carried her to the bed, turning her around to face him. She spread her legs wide open to receive him. He slid his slightly curved dick as he leaned into her.“Oooooh” she moaned as she wrapped her long legs around his well-muscled back and threw her arms around his neck.His throbbing dick inside her was the gift that kept on giving, it didn’t seem like she could get enough of his as he moved in out of her with more urgency. She dug her nails in his back and he pushed them closer and closer to the edge, she moaned and said to him…“Tell me, do you like it?”He grunted back… “I love it and from now I’m going to fuck this pussy like it’s mine and mine alone.”His words tipped her over the edge into another shattering orgasm but this time he was right there with as he let out a loud groan as he poured himself into her.This was going to be a weekend to remember.

8 TIPS THAT WILL MAKE MEN BEG YOU FOR A DATE

As a dating coach, I speak with amazing women over 50 daily about their dating lives. They communicate the desperation they are feeling about ever finding a good man to share their lives with.

Online dating has become a tremendous source of frustration and failure for them. Many become despondent at the very thought of having to go back online after a relationship ends. In fact, quite a few have completely stopped dating because the constant rejection or disinterest from men over 50 has become too painful for them.

After asking a couple of questions about their dating lives, I’ve consistently found most women really don’t understand who these over-50 men are or what they are looking for in the women they’d like to date.

I’d like to share with you eight tips about men that you can start using right away. I’ve had clients use this advice and go from zero dates on their calendars to men falling over themselves to get to know these ladies better.

Tip 1. Appreciate a man for who he is.

Men are wonderful but they aren’t women. They don’t think like a woman, nor do they communicate like a woman. This means don’t expect a man to act like a woman or you’re guaranteed to be disappointed.

Tip 2. Men over 50 love when you bring their masculinity out in them.

They have no interest in competing with you. To them, that’s like dating a man. The key is learning to come into your true feminine power that compliments their masculine power.

Tip 3. Men show you love with their actions.

Hollywood has messed with our heads on this one. On the big screen, they show us men like Tom Cruise’s character in the movie, Jerry McGuire, professing his love with romantic speeches that end in the famous words, “You complete me.” Real men show you their love by cutting your grass and giving you their coat when you’re cold. If you expect love to come in words, you could be waiting a very long time.

Tip 4. Men want to give to you.

Let them open the door for you or change that light bulb you can’t reach. It makes them happy to please you. All they want in return is to be appreciated and thanked. If you do this, they’ll do anything you want, which leads us to Tip 5.

Tip 5. Don’t criticize the job a man is doing for you.

He’s doing his best and yes, you may be able to do it better or faster than he can but don’t. It makes him feel emasculated. If he has offered to do something for you, allow him to do it his way. Otherwise, the next time you ask for help, he’ll tell you to hire a handyman. He doesn’t want the aggravation of not being able to do anything right for you.

Tip 6. When you’re dating a man over 50, don’t place demands on how he must be or what he must do in order to date you.

Men tell me again and again how much they dislike profiles of women who demand nothing less than the best restaurants or a certain salary to date them. Men have had enough of the demands put on them at work and from ex’s. The last thing they want to do is meet yours before you’ve even gotten to know each other.

Tip 7. Don’t try and remodel a man by making him your pet project.

Either accept him for who he is or let him go and move on.

Tip 8. A lot of men over 50 are pretty insecure when it comes to asking you out.

Having been rejected time and time again by so many women, they aren’t too quick about putting themselves back in a vulnerable position unless it feels safe to do so. If you like a man, encourage him with eye contact, a warm smile or a flirt online to let them know you’re interested. Remember, men weren’t given a dating rule book with their divorce papers either. So be kind to them and understand that as scared as you feel about dating, most of them are too.

EX STORY _ AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

I watched my distractedly as my teacher went on and on, my vagina getting wet. My friend next to me kept showing me stories of people having sex. True stories and fictional. One even about a girl fucking her dog. Which I did want to do soon. I smiled to myself, imagining fucking my German Shepard. I know it’s wrong in a way…but doesn’t mean I can’t try it. Right? When the bell rung I sprinted out of the room, grabbing my stuff and going to my bus. I could feel the juices from my pussy soaking my panties.

“How can I get this wet?” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” my friend asked as she walked up beside me.
I looked at her in shock, “I…uh…mean…um…” I stumbled for words.
She chuckled, a look of lust filling her blue eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s fine by me.” she whispered, her hand lightly brushing my left butt cheek.


Chills ran up my spine as a weird feeling filled me. “Um….Brittany what are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing…” she hummed as we got onto the bus.
On the ride home Brittany had rubbed my thigh four times, each sending a weird feeling to my pussy. My pussy ached for me or someone else to touch it, the wetness growing. Brittany looked at me, “You look stressed.” she whispered.

I swallowed, “You’ve never done this before….why are you doing it now?” I asked.
She frowned but then smiled, “I went through your diary….on your ipod…by the way…not the best place to put a diary.” she started. I glared at her before she waved my glare off and continued. “And you had talked about how much you wanted to make out with a girl….to suck her pussy…to fuck her. I thought…giving you hints….I’m a lesbian….”
I smiled, “Well…you could have told me that before.”
“Thought you wouldn’t want to be my friend.” she replied
“Why? Just because you’re a lesbian? Pfft…I would still be your friend.”
“Good but…anyways….so I just…you said you were wet and I love teasing people. Boys and girls…alike.”
I nodded, my mind swirling with thoughts. My pussy ached so bad and I was so tempted to ask her to fuck me now but knew better. I turned to her, “Okay…since you teased me and read my private diary….I need to punish you.” I said, grinning.
She looked at me with curiosity. “Oh and what’s that?” she whispered seductively.
“Since my parents won’t be home until ten tonight….and it is a Friday after all….thought you could come to my house and we could….do a little something. Of course…I still need to punish you during it but my pussy is really wet and aching.” I said
She smiled, “Okay.”
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When we got to my house I quickly locked the front door and slammed Brittany onto the couch. I mounted her and smiled, “I’ll save the punishment for later.” I said as I kissed her full on the lips.
She kissed me back as our tongues went into each other’s mouths. We made out for about five minutes before getting to the fun stuff. And boy was it amazing! I’ve only made out with a boy before and it was never this good! Guess a girl knows what a girl wants.
I quickly started to kissed her neck and then her chest. She unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra as I started to suck on her left nipple. She groaned as she dug her nails into my still clothes back. I growled back. I lightly bit her nipple, making her moan again.

She started to unbutton my shirt. I sucked on her right nipple as she undid my shirt and my bra. She started to play with my B cup boobs, I smiled and moaned as she played with my nipples. After a while I kissed her stomach and then undid her shorts. When I tore off her lace thong I started to tease her. I kissed around her pussy, making her moan and begging me to suck it. I teased her for two more minutes before I went to her pussy. I smiled, not done teasing yet. I lightly ran my tongue along her pussy. She groaned loudly.
“Oh Bree!” she moaned
I then got rougher, I sucked on her pussy. Making her moan and scream out my name. I then dove my tongue into her hole. She started to pant as I tongue fucked her. She grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.

I then pulled away. I got up and took off the rest of my clothes and then smiled. “69 position.” I said.
She grinned as I mounted, my vagina and ass over her face. She growled as she teased me. I chuckled, of course she would tease me back. I went back to sucking on her pussy again, she groaned loudly. I then moaned as she sucked my pussy back. After a while we started to grind our pussies into each other’s faces.
“Damn Brittany! Oh! Suck my pussy, c’mon baby! Suck it!” I screamed.
She started to tongue fuck me as I humped her face. I then licked her pussy and put my two fingers into her hole. She groaned and panted. She started to hump my fingers as she stopped licking my pussy. My pussy ached so much it was starting to make me over whelmed. After five more minutes she orgasmed. She screamed as she squirted. I stared at her shocked.
“You can squirt?” I asked, bewildered.
“Yeah…kind of mastered it…but dam….you finger fuck good!” She then nudged me off. “One sec, I have something.”
I watched as she dug into her secret bag she always kept in her book bag. she looked at me and noticed I was rubbing my pussy. “No. Don’t rub it yet.” she ordered.
I stopped rubbing my soaking wet pussy as she pulled something out. I gaped at it. It was a strap on, a nice long purple strap on cock. It had to be at least seven inches long. She smiled.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked
“Nope….just fucked my ex….last week before we broke up yesterday.” I replied
“Good.”
She put on the strap on and then lied me down. She mounted me and grabbed a bottle of lube she had. She rubbed it onto the cock and then smiled. She bent down and kissed me as she slowly shoved the cock into me. I groaned, starting already to hump it. She started out humping me slowly but then got faster and rougher each minute. Soon she was full out fucking me.

“Oh my…Brittany! Fuck me bitch! Fuck me! Oh god!” I screamed.
“Yeah that’s it baby! That’s it, you take my cock!” she yelled.
She fucked me even harder, jamming the cock into my hole. I suddenly got the feeling I needed to pee. “Britt I need to pee.” I groaned.
“No you don’t….just let it go when you climax.” she whispered
She then licked my nipples as she fucked me. I screamed as I climaxed. Doing as she said I let the ‘pee’ go. Turned out I was squirting. I moaned loudly as she groaned as well.
After I was we both collapsed. “Dam…that was good.” she mumbled
“Dam yeah it was.” I replied back, kissing her neck. “I’m not done yet though…still horny as hell.”
“Same here babe.” she replied.
“Trust me…it’s so fucking amazing! Gets me horny.”