Just a few days ago, I'd run into a post on Whisper that piqued my interest, and so I decided to send a message. I'd never expected anything to come of it, but what did surprised the hell out of me. The longer the conversation went on, the more it seemed like it might not actually end, and that maybe there was some hope for a new friend here. "How come you're on here looking for friends if you're married? I mean, most married people would rather spend time with their spouse." She'd sounded so sad when she responded and I couldn't help but feel a little sad too.
"Well, it's just. lately my husband's been spending so much time on his video maut ka lauda bur mil jayega. I just feel like I'd be bothering him if I interrupted him, you know?
Plus with the kids, I just. I feel so trapped in. I wanna feel free again." The conversations went on over text for days before she finally got a chance to get away and hang out. We went out for a movie at the local theatre, and then decided to head back to her place and snuggle up on the couch for a while.
It wasn't too long after we'd curled up together that she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful, so comfortable. I didn't want to disturb her but I really had to pee, so I wiggled my way out and headed to the bathroom. I was on my way back to the couch when I noticed something sticking out from under the door to the hallway closet.
I peeked around the corner to make sure she was still asleep, and tried to open the door as quietly as I could. I picked up the object and was more turned on than surprised.
HANDCUFFS! These could come in handy, I thought to myself, as I pocketed them and dug through the rest of the closet for the keys. As soon as I found them, I'd pocketed them and went back to the couch to curl up with Ashleigh.
She nuzzled her face into the crook of my arm and I couldn't help but kiss her forehead. She was so anus girl sex in bath, and I kept wishing that she wasn't married. I knew I was crossing a line just kissing her forehead but I couldn't stop myself if I tried.
There were so many mixed emotions and so many thoughts running through my mind that I decided to get back up and go out on the balcony for a smoke. She'd woken up just a few minutes later, and found me sitting alone out on her balcony. "Heyyyyy, what's up? Why do you look so sad?" I didn't even realize until then just how my face looked and I tried to play it off, hoping she'd leave it alone. "It's nothing. I was just thinking, that's all." She didn't drop it though, and tried to pry even further.
"Come on. Tell me. It's okay." No, it's not okay, I thought to myself. None of this is okay. You're married. I shouldn't be feeling like this, but I do, and it hurts because I can't do anything at all about it. "It's nothing. I'm just. a little confused about some things. Gotta sit and think them out, ya know?" She finally stopped prying and wrapped her arms around me, letting her head rest on my shoulder. "I worry about you sometimes. You scare me when you get all quiet like that.
I just like to know you're okay." I hugged her back, holding her tight to me and it took every ounce of energy I had in me not to bring her lips to mine. This "friendship" was tearing me apart, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Later that night, as we held each other in her bed watching some sappy romance flick, I'd realized that the only way this feeling was ever going to subside, or at least mellow out some, was if I got up the courage to finally make my move. I was careful not to disturb Ash or draw her attention as I grabbed the handcuffs I'd found earlier out of my back pocket. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and when I was sure I was ready for trouble. I grabbed her wrists as quickly as I could, slapping the cuffs on with them wrapped around the post in the headboard.
"Hey! What the fuck is this shit?! Are you serious right now?!" She pulled and pulled on the cuffs, trying so desperately to free herself. "Where did you even find these?! Fuck. Let me GO!" Ashleigh was screaming at the top of her lungs by now, pissed at me. I took the keys out of my pocket and dangled them just inches from her face.
"Looking for something, princess?" Her eyes went wide as I tossed the keys out of pov glam ho cum covered interracial pornstars bedroom door and down the hallway.
I didn't plan on letting her out of those cuffs until I was done loving her, and if that meant I had to be a little rough and forceful, so be it. I slid my hands up her shirt, taking both her nipples between my thumbs and fingers as my lips made thair way across her throat. "Mitchell, no! This isn't right! I'm married! Stop! NO!" Her cries were more out of desperation than fear, and it was then that I realized Ryan could be back any time with the kids. This got me even more turned on, thinking Ashleigh's husband might walk in on us, me making love to his wife.
I got rock hard just imagining what could happen. I trailed my kisses down her throat and tore her shirt off of her, tossing it aside and wrapping my lips around brazar com big ass xxx vi hard and perky nipples. They were so round, so perfect. I looked her dead in the eyes as my free hand roamed its way down her tummy, into her panties, finding her warm, wet, juicy pussy.
I slipped my fingers between the nice smooth folds and across her clit, making her body jolt a little. "Heheheh. Ashy, baby, you and I are gonna have soooo much fun." She shook her head and whimpered.
"No, Mitch, please don't. Please. I don't want you. I want Ryan. I'm his, not yours. You can't do this." I just laughed. As guilty as I felt for wanting a married woman, I didn't feel guilty at all taking her this way. For a moment, the concept scared me, but only for a moment. I'd wiggled my way out of my jeans by now and, with my throbbing hard cock in one hand and my fingers in her dripping wet hole, I positioned myself above her, ready to take her like Mom and bathroom and sexy son dreamed of doing for such a long time.
Her eyes widened further in disbelief. "Mitchell.
please! Please don't! I don't. I can't. Please, no!" Screaming but obviously in ecstasy, Ashleigh's tight little cunt wrapped around me like a blanket, warm and cozy, and oh so sexy. I slammed myself in and out of her, splashing her juices all over me as she squirted again and again from her little mini-orgasms.
My fingers brushed her clit as I stared into her eyes. My lips met hers as our bodies seemed to melt together, and I whispered into her mouth as she bit my lip, "If Ryan walks in the house, I want you to scream at the top of your lungs that you're Daddy's little princess now. Got it?" I never did get an answer, and Ryan never did walk in, but we must have been loud enough to get the cops called on us, because there were quite a few knocks on the door when young jerks old tube porn finished.
But then, in that moment, as I stared into Ashleigh's eyes and kissed her sweet soft lips, I couldn't help but say it. "Ashleigh, baby, you're Daddy's little princess now. Mine. Got it? I want you to fucking scream it. I want everyone to hear you. SCREAM IT!" I felt myself growing thicker and harder with each and every stroke and as I built up, she tightened around me, as if she felt exactly what I was feeling.
"I'm Daddy's little princess," she whispered under her breathe between long, deep low moans. "Louder, princess. Much louder." She looked me in the eyes as I fucked her deeper and harder, so close to going over the edge. "I'm Daddy's little princess." I kissed her roughly and wrapped my hands around her throat.
"I said LOUDER, you fucking slut. Say it! SCREAM IT! Who's Daddy's little princess?! Lucious milf fucks him good and hard, Ashleigh?! Come on, tell Daddy who his little dirty fucking princess whore is, and Daddy will take good care of her." Ashleigh's eyes rolled back in her head for a brief moment before she screamed out, "Goddamnit, Daddy!
Don't fucking stop! I'm cumming so hard! I'm your dirty little fucking princess whore, Daddy! Take good care of me! Fill me up with your love! Please! I'm begging you! Don't fucking stop!" I couldn't take it anymore.
I felt her pussy pulse around my throbbing hard cock as I pushed one last time deep inside of her, emptying myself into her hole and collapsing onto the bed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her as passionately as I could, and whispered into her mouth, "Daddy will take good care of you when your hubby's away.
I promise." She giggled, and we laid there for the longest time, before I finally got the keys and let her out of those handcuffs. "I've wanted you like that for so long, Daddy." Ashleigh's face went dark as she looked away from me, and then grabbed my face and kissed me hard and deep.
"But if you hadn't forced me the way you did, I probably never would have admitted it to you. Thank you." I held her tight and kissed her forehead, never wanting to let go. Maybe we were just friends. Maybe we weren't. I honestly cute babe sucks a big delicious dick care what we called this, just so long as it continued. I felt so guilty for wanting her.
but not once would I let myself regret being with her. This could just possibly turn out to be a beautiful and wonderful friendship.