The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]
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				Title: <strong>The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 18:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div><br>There was a picture on my phone. <br><br>Several, in fact. <br><br>And each more enticing than the last. But only one that would fit my current need. My perfectly French-manicured thumb continued to swipe through the stream as the grin grew on my face. I was looking for the perfect snap to serve as the background to my invitation. To my temptation. One that would ensure both salivation and commitment to the treat I had been working for weeks to set out. As if it had been a trap – only the catch wasn’t anything that would hurt or maim. <br><br>It was just sex.<br>&nbsp;<br>Horribly mind-blowing and utterly forbidden sex. The kind that was like a narcotic. The kind that left lovers wet, wrecked and sated. Once your body had a taste, you were addicted to that unmatched pleasure. <br><br>I know my bright green eyes widen, and then narrow when I stop on the particular pose I want. The same reaction happens to me after the perfect deep tissue massage. When a certain name shows up on my caller ID. Or when a group of wives come into the salon, practically dripping in diamonds and flashing black Amex’s like they’re the latest fashion trend. My gaze turns predatory. And sinful.<br><br>I should probably stop myself before I toss the phone to the desk, photo already shoved into a dropbox for use on the desktop. Propriety says that I shouldn’t even own the photo I have of the brunette woman, blindfolded, obviously naked, curves lit by a soft glow, bent backwards over my desk, and mouth agape in a scream of ecstasy. The woman is not only one of my employees, she has also been my lover for the past few months. But the thought to quit now never even occurs. I’ve come too far – and far too many times – to keep from making this sinister move for that next high. <br><br>Because I also know I should definitely not be sending the photo, with a sweet little one-line message of invitation attached, to the woman’s son. Who has also been sharing my bed – and desk, and chair, and deck, and table – for the past month. <br><br>The knowledge of how wrong this is doesn’t keep my fingers from flying across the keyboard and clicking that mouse to “send” however. Within seconds, the message is gone into the internet atmosphere and I know making that slick black phone of his beep in his pocket. <br><br>Just that thought makes the predatory grin on my face grow even more. <br><br>Rising from the large, purple fabric chair, my hand reaches into the desk drawer, fishing for that exact blindfold in the picture and grasping it tight before moving around the desk and across the opulent white rug towards the door. The last booked appointment for the day will just have left, and I know Sarah will be sweeping up, cleaning, and getting ready to close the doors to the health spa I have built from the ground up for the day. I pull my office door open and prop my blue silk-clad hip against the doorframe. The dress is low-cut, flowy, and short. Something that would be scandalous when I didn’t wear a proper little sweater with it. Which I wasn’t, at the moment. No sweater, and no panties or bra to show any lines. Instead, the clingy dress simply highlighted my curves. <br><br>When Sarah’s eyes found me, I gave her that predatory grin, and held up the blindfold. “You’ve one more appointment today, dear.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>12-12-2016, 08:32:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d7/cf/c4/d7cfc43067b06c4fbf9e2188cc953900.jpg)</div>The last of the customers had long gone and the girls were beginning to filter away. The equipment was all gleaming and the floors sparkled and smelled faintly of disinfectant. And so it was every night. The salon would be cleaned and the staff would leave and I would linger like a lost puppy hoping that my manager would notice me and call for me. I swept the broom over clean floors, a pretence, no more.<br><br>Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude and have had many sexual partners over the years, but none had ever excited and frightened me the way Andrea could. Andi was my first female lover and over the short time we had been together had proven to be more than the sum of all of the men in my life. Those men had proven uninspired and disappointing and to them a fuck was a fuck that ultimately left me wanting. But with Andi, I had learned to fly and would cry out my ecstasy unashamedly and unrestrained for all to hear. Andi was strong and confident and perhaps the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes upon and with her I too felt beautiful and more of a woman than she ever thought possible. When Andi spoke my name or innocently brushed by me, I felt the sun upon my skin and longer to reach out, to kiss her, and oh so much more. Sex with Andi was never boring or predictable and I always felt that my lover was on a quest for new sensations and adventures and had deigned to take me with her. And I for my part would follow to the ends of the earth.<br><br>Even the men and women that Andrea sent to me gave me pleasure as in pleasing them I was pleasing Andi, doing her bidding. It was as though Andi was stretching me, testing and expanding my limits and I could often feel my love watching approvingly from beyond the mirrored glass as they fucked me. And it was Andi watching, always Andi that made me cum.<br><br>With the last of the girls gone, I put down the broom. It was not that all of the men in my life took without giving. No indeed, my very first lover had left me with the most beautiful son, though to this day he did not know it. I straightened my uniform, tight t-shirt and short white skirt and checked myself in one of the many wall mirrors. Very presentable, I thought. I could hear Andi moving around in her office and wondered whether it would be too forward to knock and enter, but there would be no need. My body was already shaking with excitement when the door opened and Andi stood in the doorway waving the blindfold. One more appointment, oh how my heart leapt and my eyes burned with desire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 06:48:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/50/2f/b0/502fb01c01430edf313c2bc7a83fc1e4.jpg)</div>I can hear voices. They aren't quite loud enough to discern the actual words. Somehow that merely adds to my excitement. <br><br>My name is Reese Spaulding and this is the story of how I became an unquiet one. <br><br>It is the summer before senior year and the dread - gorily depicted by Hollywood - is very real. This is supposed to be the time I show glimpses of the the man I will turn into. A school of thought that seems popular amongst teachers, parents, neighbours, even bumper stickers, as it turned out. <br><br>Another recommends total anarchy. That high school ends by giving its students a get-out-of-life-free card. That lessons in the classroom weren't quite as important as those learnt in the dorm or on the field or, as most most look forward to, in a girl's bed. It is portrayed as a last chance saloon. Have all your fun here, or else.<br><br>I know enough about myself to understand both the weight of the future and the freedom of the present mean nothing. They don't inspire me, nor do they depress me. They are things to mind as I move on. Nothing more, nothing less. My friends joke that I'm the oldest teenager in the history of the world. <br><br>Thankfully, Andi came into my life and took it upon herself to address that. A woman who was a total stranger as recently as last month. Now my closest confidant and first love. Or is it lust? I'm told by all the most excellent psychology journals - a subject I wish to pursue as a career - that men my age often confuse the two. <br><br>We also need guidance. Not everyone is born a leader; it is those who prefer the shadows who make the best ones anyway. My inherent disinterest was categorised as - to quote the vernacular - "lame" for nearly as long as I can remember until Andi offered an alternative. "You're just a bored little boy, aren't you?" she had said. "No one's gone to the trouble of showing you what you can do, have they?" <br><br>So a friendship blossomed between an adolescent who wanted nothing extravagant and a cougar who could never settle for anything less. Almost inevitably it led to sex and I was yanked from my tranquil 1950s lifestyle into the kind 2016 pornstars enjoy. We fucked like rabbits. We fucked like long-lost sweethearts. We fucked like we had nothing to lose. We fucked like the Devil. <br><br>Andi saw through the mask I wore; saw the truth I knew in my heart. I was an addict trying to avoid the pitfalls. She led me to into a running leap. <br><br>The rush was... is to this day unbelievable.<br><br>To think this is just the beginning. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 15:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div><br>I knew the look in Sarah’s eyes the minute they met mine. And with a soft little crook of my index finger, I set her feet forward towards me, stepping back into my office and letting her follow at will. The gesture was commanding, but also gave her the choice to step over that threshold or not. I wanted her to. I knew she wanted to. But I wanted her to make that choice for herself. I wanted to know she was as addicted to being here as I was to having her here. <br><br>When she stepped through the door, I closed it behind her. Not enough to latch, but enough to give us the illusion of privacy. I wanted our future guest to hear – and see – what I was about to have his mother do, didn’t I? Locked doors weren’t welcome here. They were just more rules that were asking to be broken. <br><br>Stepping forward, my favorite pair of open-toed black heels gracing my feet, I was slow to come up behind Sarah. I was anticipating all the pleasure to come and I wanted her to do the same. My fingertips trailed over her shoulders, pushing her hair off her neck so I could lay a soft kiss there. “Such a good girl…” I whispered softly, letting my breath tickle her ear. “Time to earn just one more tip for the day.” <br><br>It was then that I lifted the blindfold and laid it carefully over her eyes, tying the silk binds at the back of her head. Tight enough that it was secure should anything rougher occur, but not so tight to leave marks. Sarah was a prize to be treasured, and more than one of our male customers requested her specifically for massages or other services. These times after hours were part of her reward for performing so perfectly.<br>&nbsp;<br>My hands trailed down her shoulders and arms once the blindfold was in place. I pressed close for a moment, letting her feel my curves against her back, placing a kiss on her shoulder, before moving around her body, making sure she knew by my steps that I was only going a few feet away to the low, gray couch that lined one of the windowed walls of my office. “On your knees, Sarah.” I said softly, the order low and powerful as I took a seat and arranged myself artfully. Sitting up like I was taking a meeting, I tugged the hem of my skirt up to my hips to expose my bare, naked pussy. “I want you to crawl to me before you use those pretty lips on my wet cunt.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 17:20:22</strong>
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				How could such a minute gesture have such an effect? How could a simple sign carry the weight of volume of text? My feet moved, my body responded to her will and I followed silently, obediently. Andi was perfect and I watched her flawless form ahead of me, imagining her naked her hips swaying hypnotically, imaging myself naked, longing it to be so, that Andi might gaze upon me and smile approvingly.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed the door and I closed my eyes instinctively, lost in exquisite anticipation. My whole body was afire, every nerve tingling uncontrollably. How could this woman hold me thus, without a word, without a touch? And yet I was bound unconditionally to her as surely as if I wore her collar about my neck. The door closing was a promise of the joys to come and that it remained slightly ajar added risk and untold danger. My lips parted and I wet them with my tongue causing them to glisten and sparkle. Andi was so beautiful, so perfect and I longed to run to her, to kiss her and yet I ignored such base impulses and wallowed in the ecstasy of my depravation.&nbsp; I let my eyes flow over her, seeing beneath the business clothes. I inhaled deeply and her sweet fragrance filled my lungs and I sighed silently. Andi circled behind me and I could feel her, watching teasing, her hand upon my hair, her breath upon my neck. Andi’s fingers trailed across my skin and I shuddered and then her lips upon my neck and I tilted my head to open myself her. Her words were like music, simple words and few and yet they were a symphony that brought such joy. <br><br>And now Andi stole the daylight and in its place gave me so much more. The blindfold simply intensified my desire. The mix of perfume and natural odour that hung around me, the sound of her heels deafening as she stepped silently upon the carpet, and her voice . . . Oh that voice. Again Andi explored me with her hands, her body pressed against mine and once more I resisted the uncontrollable urge to reach out. I would accept what I was given and no more I would accept unconditionally and without self-gratification and in doing so I would gain the world. And at once she was gone and I mourned her loss as one mourns a departed lover. But still she was close, her sent lingered and I could hear her beating heart and the shortness of her breath. <br><br>“On your knees.” She had said and I obeyed without hesitation. Her voice was quiet and demanding and had I the will to resist, I would surely have been overwhelmed by its calm assurance. But I had no will.<br><br>And I crawled towards her voice, as a puppy called to her mistress and my cheek found a knee, but she said nothing. How sweetly she cursed, how erotic the word ‘cunt’ on her soft voice. I steered myself between her legs and slowly edged towards my goal. I could smell the scent of her arousal long before I tasted her and I paused for a heartbeat of insolent torment. Could she feel my hot breath upon her, was she angered by my disobedience?<br><br>My lips brushed over her naked mound and I kissed her, imagining the stain of my lipstick upon her flesh. With my bearings established my lips moved to her thigh and back, skirting around her moist desire and yet I could feel every shiver and frisson beneath my lips. My tongue slipped from my lips and explored her folds as gently as one would take a drop of honey from a rose petal and at last my lips pressed to her and my tongue sank deeply inside, and I moaned deeply into her womb.<br>&nbsp;<br>How I so wanted to be naked, a feast for her eyes, but that was not Andi’s will and so I remained dressed, but my love, my Andi was beneath me and my lips and tongue controlled her pleasure. I licked slowly and then probed deeply, giving all my lips and mouth had to offer and in doing so felt a stirring deep within. My hand moved to my breast and slid over my stomach to my skirt, but I caught myself and returned it to the floor, licking and fucking Andi with my tongue. I had not yet earned such reward.<br><br>Andi’s excitement was the sweetest ambrosia, smeared upon my cheeks and as I swallowed her arousal clung to my throat to rob me of air. I listened to every approving sigh or sob and felt every involuntary twitch of her legs and I moved my hands over her caves and thighs and back again, let them drift to her hips and slender waist, hoping that I’d not strayed too far and praying that she’d permit me wander beyond.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 17:59:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div><br>Sarah crawling across the thick white rug that only had a hint of silver in it, was a thing of beauty. Her hands threading through the strands of fabric, her back arching perfectly in that beautiful shape, her hips swaying with each movement of her knees. It was art, really. And I let my satisfaction at her obedience be heard in the soft, pleased moan that escaped my lips as her hands smoothed up my calves and thighs. <br><br>Those toned, tan legs parted easily for the brunette. She’d obeyed with barely a moment’s hesitation. She’d earned this reward of pleasure. Of least resistance. And I was eager to have that talented tongue of hers on me once again. <br><br>When the thought of bringing both of my lovers together had first hit, when that first image of watching them together – over my body, or under me, or simply in the same room as me – crossed my naughty thoughts, my fingers had no choice but to find my slick cunt. I hadn’t stopped to think if I could, or if I should, I’d simply made myself cum from the idea alone. And then it had become a plan. A plot that thickened each time Reese laid stretched out in my bed. Or Sarah propped her ass up for me to take. I knew the forbidden was an urge both of them shared with me. Reese had uttered the dirty little words in my ear more than once. <br><br>And what kind of lover would I be if I didn’t give the man in my life what he wanted? <br><br>My fingers threaded through Sarah’s straight locks with slow, practiced ease as she left the mark of lipstick on my inner thigh. It made me grin. It made me want to paint the other thigh with her son’s semen. <br><br>Her lips and tongue soon went to work and I couldn’t help but tip my head back, letting it rest for a moment on my shoulders as a moan escaped my lips that matched hers. Sarah’s sounds vibrated along my pussy, and clit, and made my eyes close with ecstasy. Her tongue had my hand clenching in her hair, the other against the couch cushions as she did exactly as she had been told. And tasted me. Feasted, really. She went above and beyond all expectations and as always, sent my heart and loins soaring with her abilities. <br><br>The woman made my toes curl, my knees pull up and head tilt back forward to watch her head between my thighs. It was one beautiful sight. So was her hand roaming her own body before returning to mine, spreading over my legs, pushing them farther apart so she could reach more of me. Drown herself in me. <br><br>That eagerness never escaped my attention. <br><br>Leaning forward, letting her continue to lap and play for a moment, I groaned heatedly as my hands loosened from their holds and smoothed down her back. Over her sumptuous ass and dragged that barely-there skirt up to her hips. “Mmmm, there’s a good little whore… That tongue of yours is divine, darling…” <br><br>My right hand lifted. I know she couldn’t see it. So I also know that when it landed in a bright spank on her cheek, she wouldn’t know it was coming. “But I want more of you. All of you, as always.” My hands dragged back up, taking the tiny shirt she was wearing with it. “And you have entirely too many clothes on for my liking, Sarah. Help me get them off of you. Strip. And then kneel again.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>14-12-2016, 18:34:57</strong>
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				Andi’s soft moans and sighs were a delight, each cry and touch a treat earned and accepted with such gratitude. I could feel her desire growing, how she would explore my body or adjust herself that I may better please her, and with her swelling excitement, mine swelled ten-fold. Her smack on my ass was such an unexpected pleasure and as the stinging shock slowly faded I yearned to feel her hand, her pleasure on me again.<br><br>I looked up from between her legs. She wanted me naked and how I so wanted to be naked for her. With agonising deliberation I stood up, Andi’s elation glistening on my face. I grinned and slowly began to sway to music only I could hear, a tune both erotic and rhythmic and as my body moved, my hands followed.<br><br>I stepped from my shoes and felt the rug entangle its fibrous strands about my toes. I stood an arm’s length away, close enough that Andi could almost, but not quite reach out and touch me. I would tease as I loved to be teased and my hips swayed and my hands moved over my thighs, finding the zipper on my skirt. Like a swan’s feather the material floated over my legs and I stepped aside leaving the garment abandoned on the floor. I wore white panties, plain and almost transparent, so that those seeing me in them would wonder whether the shadows were within the material or my sacred flesh. Though I oft removed these for customers, I’d not fuck every client and those who simply required a massage had not paid to see such delights.<br><br>My t-shirt was tight and I wore no bra beneath it. I pushed my hands upwards, lifting my firm breasts for Andi’s verdict, nipples proud and erect. I grasped the hem with crossed hands, still moving to the music in my imagination and gently raised my hands above my head, revealing inch after delicious inch of porcelain flesh. My breasts plopped out with a sigh and I pulled the material over my head, dropping it on the floor next to the skirt. I danced forward, so that Andi could caress my thighs if she chose to and I let my fingers slip into the strings at the sides of my panties. I was so aroused that a damp patch was beginning to form on the material and I eased them downwards in a hypnotic display to reveal my raw and naked sex. <br><br>For a moment I continued to sway and dance so that Andi may touch and caress me, turning to present my firm dancer’s buttock before completing the circle and sinking back to my knees and placing my lips against her sensuality. How exquisite she tasted, moist and succulent and I probed and licked and tormented her beyond reason, revelling in her unbearable rapture and my body writhed and rubbed against her legs in my race to make her cum.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 06:08:09</strong>
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				I fidget. By no coincidence, there is nothing in the room to occupy me save my thoughts. The noise from the other room are helpful hints just in case my mind dares to wander outside of the designated topic. Sex. The fail safe is about as necessary as clothing on a whore. See, even my metaphors are coming out kinky.<br><br>Of course, I am placed at a disadvantage. One that stretched back several hours, to the singular point when I investigated the alert on my phone in class and found an email with a picture of my mother naked. And utterly delighted to be in such a state. That, more than anything else, sowed the seeds of incest. Imagine a woman - the most beautiful one you can hope to see - lying prostrate on a table ravaged by the ecstasy of an orgasm. Her eyes unfocussed. Mouth agape. Nipples taut. And toes curled. Would you not want to pursue her? Would you really be able to rise above your basest impulses? If so, well, you're missing out. <br><br>SLAP. <br><br>The sound startles me, but I recognise it immediately. I've heard it often enough over the past few weeks. An upturned palm on bare ass. Immediately my mind pictures Andi striking mummy. There is no premeditation to it. It seems to have taken me no time to reconcile my desire for the woman who has cared for me all of my 17 years. In my mind, that is all the more reason to bed her. A way I can give back for all the time she's invested in me. A way I can repay her for all the sacrifices. A way for us to be more than just mother and son. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/b75cd00ca7265c9477ab5dabe829fb3d/tumblr_inline_mtci4yhLuU1rr6ht5.gif)</div> I understand such wants are nothing short of abominable. I appreciate that there are rules that should never be broken and incest is probably at the top of that list. I still get undeniably hard thinking about mummy's mouth around my big, hard cock. Whatever happens next is simply human nature. Or at the very least mine. <br><br>Long fingers curl around the thick shaft. Slowly and gently, they work up and down. Precum pools at the tip as I lean back against the massage table. I feel it twitching, as if self-pleasure was the abhorrent thing. Images of what awaits me soon spring up. Wandering hands and ragged breaths and feral screams. I stroke myself harder, a little moan spilling out, my body arching out. "Oh God..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>16-12-2016, 22:23:22</strong>
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				There is no feeling in the world like a lover pressing their mouth to your most intimate areas. Let alone a lover who has just performed a perfect strip tease for you. Sarah’s tongue could have me seeing stars with how it rippled and ran over my cunt. This was one of the very first sex acts she had ever performed on my when we first discovered our mutual need and attraction. She had practically begged for me to open my thighs for her, to let her in. Even if I had been using her to gain my own pleasure at the time, the reward had been oh so sweet. And each subsequent lap and suck and lick had me simply wanting more. <br><br>I’d wear that addict moniker proudly. <br><br>But there was a plan in place for this particular moment. For this time of ours together. And I couldn’t let the pleasure get too ahead of me. <br><br>If all went accordingly, there would be plenty of time for that later. <br><br>So even as she dove back towards my clit, the sounds hungrily pouring from her mouth, eager to gain my pleasure and orgasm, my hands threaded through her locks and took hold. Flashbacks of fucking her face like this – of fucking her son’s face like this – played through my mind’s eye and the naughtiest of gasps was tugged from my lips. Just as I used my grip to tug Sarah out from between my thighs. I knew my chest was heaving now with each ragged breath. That my cheeks were flushed from the pleasure. And I’d have to shed this dress soon, or risk staining it with what was pouring from my cunt and covering Sarah’s mouth and chin.<br><br>“Not so fast, beautiful. Later. Definitely later,” I groan out, arching back up to sit on the edge of the sofa. “First… I want you to stay just… like this…” I say, wiping a thumb across her chin, scooping up the traces of my fluids with it and pushing it into her mouth to urge her to suck them off. There’s a pleased sound from my throat as she does so – such a good slut. One of the better lovers I have ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with, really. Utterly submissive, into anything and everything I throw at her, and entirely eager to climax.<br>&nbsp;<br>So why was I greedy for more? Why did I push her to do more, give more, taking more? <br><br>“Stay still. We have a guest.” I whisper softly into Sarah’s ear, leaving her kneeling on the middle of the rug. <br><br>Could it be because I was a slut myself? Sex was a powerful weapon and I wielded it without abandon. There was also power in knowing what pleasured you, and the words others hurled like insults bounced off the confidence you armored yourself with. Names can’t hurt if you own them. <br>And when he uses that name on me? It floods me with powerful pleasure. The tables turned quite quickly with Reese. I may have led him to the whorehouse, but he took the reins when we were inside. Maybe there were some people that were just born to fuck? <br><br>Moving out of my office and to one room over, I pushed the door open. My eyes fell on the figure leaning back against the clean-sheeted massage table. And the fingers that were wrapped around a thick cock I had gotten to know very intimately in the past few weeks. <br><br>A few clucks of my tongue against the roof of my mouth signaled my displeasure as I cocked a hip against the door frame. Goosebumps of anticipation and excitement were running rampant over my skin, but I couldn’t let him know that. I didn’t want to give away any advantages in this game. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I manage to let swagger out of my mouth. And then pop off of the doorway to cross the threshold. My hands move to my shoulders and push the straps of the dress down as I move. Another piece of enticement to this sexual tryst. Nothing makes a promise to a lover like a strip tease, does it? <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://45.media.tumblr.com/a56bd19a41660dbd7babca220130cd38/tumblr_njkk6jHQba1rhjw0do1_400.gif)</div><br>The dress hits the floor by the time I make it to his side. And my hand reaches out, wrapping around his wrist, nails raking just slightly over the sensitive skin at that area, knowing the stutter in his stroking rhythm they would put there. Just one of the many little quirks we have learned about each other since the day he came to pick up his mother from work, only to find me instead.<br><br>I stay quite out of his reach, however, as I pull him out of one room and back into my office. Where my little treat is waiting and the plan is coming together. I can feel his eyes on my form – on my ass – while I walk. It’s the one hole I hadn’t given him yet. And I wanted him to salivate over it. <br><br>So the next move in the playbook comes out and I fit myself up against his side as we stop just close enough to his naked mother to make out the color of her nipples. To see how hard they are as she sits perfectly poised, blindfolded, and naked. My lips move to his ear. I’d left my heels on for a reason. My breath is hot against his skin, voice low, enticing.<br><br>“Why were you playing with yourself, darling, when I have a willing mouth right here for you to try?” I say, gesturing to Sarah. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>09-01-2017, 10:19:05</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://img04.deviantart.net/e64a/i/2008/186/b/c/petra_on_her_knees_ii_by_marcbull.jpg)</div>Oh what a delight it was to taste Andi’s excitement, to feel her quiver beneath my lips with her gentle sighs and moans resounding in my ears. I would lick and tease her day and night if I could, valuing her approval far beyond my own pleasure. Even blindfolded I could pick her out of an identity parade; those soft familiar folds and gentle fragrance and how her juices flowed so readily at my beckoning would set her apart from any other. With her tension building her hands pulled me deeper and then thrust me away and I gasped and grieved my loss, but her voice comforted me.<br><br>Andy ran her finger over my chin and slowly pressed it to my lips so that in her absence I could continue to savour her sweet essence. Naked and exposed, I moaned and whimpered and sucked as though it would be my last taste of her and then too, her thumb was denied me.<br><br>A guest? Oh god! She’d never done this before and at once my already racing heart exploded and my entire body trembled in terror and anticipation. <br><br>I strained my ears to listen to Andi crossing the carpet, sensing her fading into the distance. Oh how well she knew me, how well she understood my needs and wants. With my back to the door I had no desire to remove my blindfold or cover myself, even when I heard the muffled voices from without. I belonged to her, in my mind if not in contract and I would obey her every word. Is this what it is to love unconditionally?<br><br>The soft footsteps returned, echoed by another and my head cocked, anticipating their movements. Could they see how laboured was my breathing or hear how loudly my heart was beating? Had she brought a man or a woman? I couldn’t tell, did not care. My lips parted, full and moist, my cheeks glistening, fresh with the memory of Andi’s pleasure and I sighed softly in anticipation. And then she spoke and my body cried out in silent longing, though I remained kneeling and motionless with my rising proudly.&nbsp; Though my hands and feet were free, they were bound by something more secure than the strongest chains, they were held by Andi’s word, her whim, her pleasure. <br><br>At once I realised that I was being offered to another as a gift and whether cock or cunt came to my mouth I would treat it as Andi’s very own and love it as I loved her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>11-01-2017, 09:30:18</strong>
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				Lives do change in an instant. Somewhere, in a spare corner where my mind still retains the ability to work, I remember how I used to scoff at the notion. Now, I suffer the humility. Of course, it's but a pinprick compared to the all the other emotions raging inside. Lust and greed are busy making out. Surprise and disbelief stare at each other. Excitement and trepidation are at war. <br><br>The physical manifestation of this state of being is my jaw hitting the floor. <br><br>I've just borne witness to two nude women, one my sexual mentor whose body exists to inspire and later quell any doubt I could possibly have and the other so forbidden I wonder how I haven't burst into flames. The Devil must be a sucker for righteous fools gone irreverently bad - there's an idea for a website - or perhaps he is simply too busy to notice a son getting hard from the sight of his mother's tits. <br><br>"Make her wait," a voice rings in my ear. It's familiar. And beautiful. It's Andi's. I turn to look at her now, darkness that she had kindled on a whim swirling with such menace that any sane person would court second thoughts. She, however, has a smile and I spot obvious flecks of pride in it. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/115450cf6ad5444819998250c926f29d/tumblr_n9n1jzdDNx1sg4fnqo1_400.gif)</div>We kiss, sloppily, loudly, ferociously. "Mmmmm," I groan as if feasting on the rarest of delicacies. My body twists to face hers, nestling in close. My hands drift down her waist, seeking a bounty that inspires me in ways few things in this universe do. "Mmmmmmmm..." This time my voice is softer, but it lingers. "So round and juicy and lovely." The crack that follows could only have come from one source. And judging from mother's blindfold, I'm quite sure she could make a well-informed guess. <br><br>I press my erection against Andi's thigh with a deliberately slow thrust of my hip. She'd made it clear in no uncertain terms that her advice should frequently be used against her. And since it was her striptease that has driven me into this mood, I find it only fair that she gets first taste. "Kneel with her." <br><br>It is the first time I'd spoken to a woman left her with no choice in the matter. A chill thunders down my spine. I know in my heart that Andi had been waiting for this. I can't explain why but I would stake my life on the fact that her pussy had gotten a whole lot wetter. <br><br>So it was that I strode forth into the rest of my life, cock first. <br><br>First, as if there was any doubt, I guided that ready and willing length along mummy's darling lips, biting my own to prevent an "Oh fuck, please" from tumbling forth. She may be blindfolded, but she could very well recognise my voice. Moaning is one thing, whispers are another but the moment incestuous contact had been made, I was ready to scream. <br><br>"More," I grunted to mask my identity, while also drawing Andi in on the action. My head lolls back and knees tremble just enough to make it plain that I am, in fact, in heaven. Let the pearly gates swing open. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 15:05:50</strong>
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				There has always been a little devil on my shoulder. Whispering in my ear. Making suggestions that started out as simply naughty little notes that would send tingles down my spine and cock a grin on my lips. Eventually those notes grew into ideas that were downright wrong and would have me writhing in ecstasy and screaming for more. Because I listened. The devil’s voice was louder than any angel that had hoped to perch near me.<br><br>Right now, that particularly devilish voice very definitely matched the cadence of his as he practically growled for more.<br>&nbsp;<br>I’d waited the perfect amount of time. He’d needed very little persuasion to press that thick, hard length up against his mother’s mouth. I knew the cool, pleased, sex-kitten façade was falling from my face the moment his hand connected with my ass. Leaving the first pink fingerprints there against the upturned curve. But that was what I’d wanted. That uncontrollable lust I knew danced just below the surface. That untamed need to delve into each and every forbidden fantasy and never look back. <br><br>And Sarah was never more beautiful than when she was on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Always eager to please. <br><br>There was no protest when he gave the first command to kneel. The words made my cunt clench hard, and I delicately found my way to my knees beside his mother. My other lover.&nbsp; I watched with wide, eager eyes as the tip of his throbbing dick penetrated her waiting lips. And I pressed my forehead to the side of hers when the first loud sucking slurp echoed throughout the room as she took his length in deep. My moan of pleasure at seeing how perfectly she obeyed was pushed right against her ear. Even as I spread my own thighs to let that glistening, wet pussy show and curve my spine to put my ass on display. <br><br>But I hadn’t given into his demand to have both his mother and his lover on his cock right away. Oh, hardly. This was still my idea, my office, my show. Complete control wasn’t going to be given up so easily. As if a simple word would make me hand over the gold keys. <br><br>I had bigger plans than that. The devil on my shoulder was whispering again. Giving me suggestions. Telling me to make him fuck it out of me. <br><br>&nbsp;With a hand gliding over Sarah’s shoulders, and the other drifting up her son’s thighs, I let my perfectly painted lips kiss along the shaft of his cock that wasn’t quite buried in his mother’s mouth. Lick, gently. Tease the veiny hills and valleys with the tip of my tongue until she moved off enough so we could both suck along the sides of it. So his hips could thrust forward and back, fucking that cock in and out of the space between my mouth and his mothers. All moaning in perfect harmony. <br><br>My fingers crept up on his thigh, moving higher and reaching up to cup those heavy, cum-filled balls of his. The ones I knew would produce perfectly white ropes all over his mother’s breasts if I pushed the right buttons, and in the right order. <br><br>Again, the devil was whispering in my ear. My hand gripped his cock then, stroking, while I slid my other one into the hair at the back of Sarah’s head. “Harder, gorgeous.” I murmured, my cheek pressing against his hip. “I know you can suck cock better than that… Show him what a good little whore you are…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 18:26:18</strong>
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				In all walks of life I have been strong and confident and perhaps this was why submitting in this way was such a huge turn on. At work and at home I played hard and assumed control, but with Andi I could free fall, never knowing when and if she would release my parachute. She was adventurous and fearless and I loved her for it. And so I waited naked and vulnerable while Andi and my mystery lover. <br><br>I hear them kiss and my initial jealousy that another should taste Andi’s sweet, succulent lips is overtaken by the churning butterflies that knot in my stomach. I could hear my own breathing, the beat of my heart and above them both I could hear mouths seeking mouths and moans of satisfaction and I longed to join them. I licked my lips and imagined them glistening invitingly, but for now I revelled in my frustration and neglect. <br>“Kneel with her.” It was a man’s voice and I sensed Andi’s warmth long before our breasts engaged and our thighs caressed. Her subtle scent made my spirit soar, we would pleasure this man together; oh how beautiful!”<br><br>Firm flesh brushed my lips, its warmth and strength reflecting the desire it contained. My lips parted, but I did nothing to encourage this disembodied cock, simply accepting that it would use me when it chose to. Back and forth it glided over my lips and the tip of my tongue emerged to taste it, to sample this delicacy.<br><br>And at my masters will the tip of his erection gently persuaded my mouth to open and be filled with his excitement. Though the image of my position with a faceless man would have proven eciting enough, it was the thought of Andi watching me, no more than an inch or two away with her excited breath upon my cheek that drew a deep sigh from my throat. The anonymous cock slid back and forth and Andi held me, guiding member and mouth, teasing with her kisses and caresses. <br><br>I reached up with both hands to examine the chiselled torso, building an image in my mind. He was young and athletic, my hands found defined muscle and firm ass, ribbed stomach and firm thighs and my lips tightened about him, my neck moving deliberately and sensuously. And he withdrew and for a moment mouth and heart were empty, but oh what joy filled me when Andi’s lips found mine and the stranger’s cock slipped between them so that we might share this delight. <br><br>Andi spoke with the voice of a saint and the words of a sinner, cradling my head and guiding my mouth over the waiting erection and I fucked it hungrily with my mouth, lips and tongue in perfect harmony giving my heart with each purposeful caress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>25-01-2017, 08:00:25</strong>
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				Perhaps there will come a time when two women sucking my cock stops being a spectacle but we're not quite there yet. Indeed, it affects me so profoundly that I almost gave away my identity. <br><br>"Oh mu..yyy Gawwwddd....<br><br>I bite my lip, the pain giving me equilibrium. <br><br>"Oh Jesus..." Hazy old memories tell me that I had all but demanded this sweet torture, that I actually thought I was in control. Men just aren't cut out for that, though. We want too much, are distracted too easily and exploited with even less effort. If it weren't for women being kind and letting us (make) believe we're running the show, the concept of Dominance and submission would've gone up in smoke. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1.nuttit.com//cum4all/sir2slutkatya_Hot_enough_to_repost.__Feed_my_sister__baby_96299680PPz2swE.jpg)</div>Eventually, it's all about give and take. But there can never be a balance. <br><br>I find that out the hard way when mummy deep throats my fucking cock. My eyes roll back and I wouldn't be surprised if I look a bit cartoony. Then again, considering the struggle to summon anything resembling coherent thought, having Tweety birds flying around my head are the least of my concerns. <br><br>Andi, of course, is revelling in it all, her eyes dancing with a perverse sense of pride. She had brought two people who cannot be together at almost the drop of a hat. I drag her back up to her feet, my face a mask of what it used to be. "She.. is s-so g-good," I stammer, feeling ever more weak-kneed. "And oh, that tongue..." It knew exactly which spot to hit. "It's like she's been sucking my cock since forever and knows exactly what to doooo... Oh God, there it is. Fuuucckkk.... More... more, muum...oooreeee"<br><br>How must it be, having a ringside seat to my destruction. "You're going to pay for this, you know that, right," I growl at Andi and as a measure to lend credibility to my threat, I slide one hand into her wavy brunette hair, the other up her tight little cunt to fuck her with the express purpose of robbing that smug look off her face and failing that I make sure she melts with a kiss wrought in hell itself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>28-01-2017, 05:18:37</strong>
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				Basketball coaches had wipeboards, or chalkboards to draw out their intended plays to the team on. Football quarterbacks kept a list on their armbands. My moves and predictions in this little game were going according to a perfectly executed button-hook that my two lovers were performing right in front of me. <br><br>Sarah never looked so beautiful. Submitting, blindfolded, caressing her son as she took mouthful after mouthful of his cock. I tried to kiss her, tried to encourage for the moment, because I couldn’t hold back that emotion, even if it compromised my position in this little tryst. <br><br>He was quicker, however. And tugged me to my feet like the defensive coordinator slapping me into my position on the field so I could have a birds-eye view of the sexual destruction my actions had brought about. The quickness of the motion, of finding my feet from my knees in one swift pull, made me gasp. <br><br>I wasn’t meant to play a tight end in this game, however. It was quarterback or nothing at all. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/78ad8a557ad3e87aabc0c910fbcd649d/tumblr_o8osmymy731vw4injo1_250.gif)</div><br>So while there was a definite power he could have over me, I wasn’t giving it up so soon. Even as he gripped my hair with one hand, and cunt with the other. Even as those lips I knew could bring about the sweetest of orgasms played the evilest of sins against my own. Still, I wrestled control of the board from his grip. <br><br>He promised redemption for my actions. The only answer I gave was a sultry smile, and a harsh groan as his digits did their utmost to send me off-kilter. And for a moment, they might have succeeded. For a few heartbeats, the pleasure overrode everything else. And I know it was my moan that echoed between us. Something that was like the ringing of a bell in my ear.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Ding ding.</em> Round two. Because I was not ready to succumb so fucking easily to his wants. Or needs. <br><br>I had my <strong>own</strong>. <br><br>Quicker than should have been possible in this situation - two lovers, finally together, I should be reveling shouldn’t I? - I take my hand off of Sarah and push at his wrist that is buried up to the top of my pussy between my thighs. Dislodging his grip enough so can slip around his body. And sandwich him between mine and his mothers. <br><br>“Sarah. Stop sucking.” My voice is carnal. Raspy with emotion. But firm. I know she will obey without question or hesitation. And I keep a hold of his wrist so he can’t find that self-pleasure again while I maneuver to press my breasts with their tight, firm nipples, up against his warm back. I know the grin on my lips will be evident as I press it to the back of his shoulder. Letting my teeth graze his shoulder blade for a moment. <br><br>“Who’s going to be punishing who now? You’ll get your turn, baby boy. I’m going to have mine first though.”<br><br>My free hand has grazed down his side, come around his body to tickle over that saliva-coated cock and down to cup those heavy balls of his. I want more of his voice. More of his struggling moans. So I tell Sarah to get her mouth back on his cock. Again, my voice is firm. But smoky. Like I had been screaming for hours before this. Like I couldn’t drag in just that last bit of breath needed to keep a steady volumne as I watched her swallow her son’s cock all over again. <br><br>“That’s right, sweetie,” I encouraged. “Suck it hard… suck it good.” <br><br>The sounds filled the room again as I nestled my hips up to his ass. My hand left his wrist then and played over his forearm. The other left his balls to stroke Sarah’s hair back. Over her blindfold, down her cheek. I put more of my plans into play. I raked my nipples across the expanse of his back. I bit my lower lip, knowing how deep Sarah could and was, taking his cock. I kept my stance over the plate, however. And waited for that perfect pitch timing. <br><br>Just when I could feel the shivers start at the base of his spine, just when I knew his muscles were starting to clench with the onslaught of orgasm, I took a grip in Sarah’s hair and tugged her off his cock again. <br><br>“Ooooh, that’s quite enough. I want you to tell him what you want next, Sarah. Do you want him to fuck you? Does one of your sluttIy little holes need filling?” I coo’d softly, running my fingertips over her face, over the blindfold, into her hair. Caressing. Loving. “Or do you want him to paint this pretty face with his cum? Maybe your tits? Tell him what you want next, Sarah. Beg for it, pretty girl.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>31-01-2017, 09:56:17</strong>
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				I really have no idea how to begin to describe how I felt at this moment, exposed and vulnerable, of course, but oh so much more and I was swept along by the irresistible tide of my desire. In the short time I had known Andi she had continually pushed me beyond my limits. Right from that very first kiss I’d known it was wrong and yet I could not pull my lips from hers. From that moment I had loved her and would follow her to the ends of the earth or into the mouth of hell. She was adept in manipulation and played me masterfully, drawing me step by tentative step into her world, showing me wonders beyond my imagination, experiences beyond reckoning. <br><br>I’d still not confided in Reese, how could I, after all of these years tell him that his mother was a lesbian and comfortably introduce him to my lover? But I was beyond such stereotypes, I was a sexual explorer, living for each and every new experience with Andi as my guide.<br><br>My hands glided over the toned muscle of youth and I endeavoured to swallow the full length of his erection with each sensual stroke of my lips. He tasted sweet and a gentle, if familiar, scent teased my senses. Oh what a whore! What a beautiful obedient whore I’d become by Andi’s hand. My fingers found hard pecs and finding a pert bud I squeezed firmly, letting my nails dig into his sensitive flesh. My other hand searched its twin and as I sucked my sharp manicured nails tortured his nipples.<br><br>My chest swelled with pride. I could hear Andi’s voice, deep and commanding and the young man obeyed as I obeyed. She had such a presence that even when we were not touching she had the presence to make me tremble and I made love to her with this hard body and firm cock as a conduit. <br><br>“Sara, Stop.” I obeyed at once, pulling back and gasping for breath, my lips tingling and hungry for more. The muscles in my neck burned delightfully from my exertion and I could feel the saliva that glistened on my lips forming a long strand that trailed from chin to breast. I licked my lips, tasting his lingering presence and listening to Andi’s voice as she put him in place, showing him how she controlled my mouth, my body. I swallowed him whole, eliciting the required response and I fucked him hard, ramming his cock into my throat and reached between his legs to draw my fingers over his anus. He was close to cuming, his body trembling and I doubled my efforts, quickening my pace and tightening my lips, fighting the fatigue in my ravished throat.<br><br>But a firm hand wrenched me away. Andi’s hand, and Andi’s voice held me fast. Oh god yes! How well my lover knew me, how well she played with my mind. Though Neither Andi or this man had come close to touching me I was so aroused that a word, a command from Andi would have been sufficient to summon my climax and now she offered me the culmination of our joint efforts. I had no desire to be fucked, to have him cum inside me, instead I wanted Andi to watch me, wanted her to see him cum. <br><br>(http://img10.deviantart.net/56d4/i/2016/223/1/a/sammie_cee__233__dsc_0174a_by_caw_pops-dadin1r.jpg)<br><br>With my knees and legs folded beneath me I eased myself onto my back. “Cover me.” I whispered running my hands over my reaching breasts and the curve where my flat stomach fell away from my ribs. “Cum on my face and neck, breasts and belly.” I reached up, feeling my legs brush against his feet as I stretched and arched my back “Cum all over me.” I pleaded “and I beg you, don’t waste a drop.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 11:17:51</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Idle Hands Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Andi, soon-to-be Mommy and Sara, unsuspecting Mummy</em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/10081886/740full-sean-teale.jpg)</div> Orgasms are a vicious experience. The body contorts into illegible shapes of its own accord, the mind is lost in pure chemical euphoria, and yet such is the greed of man that the simple incentives are never enough. Why else would sex in a public place feel so much more satisfying? How else could the idea of a orgy been born? We truly are flawed creatures. <br><br>But rather than wallow in that fact, I prefer to embrace the discrepancy that even those at the top of the food chain are nowhere near perfect. It is somehow poetic. So began my obsession with everything taboo, though there could yet be a simpler explanation, like a teenage boy with an overactive libido finding the closest source of release. <br><br>In any case, I find myself on the precipice of a new life, one where rules are distorted to suit their masters and morals are cretins shunned to the wayside. An addict's paradise. Neverland, through the eyes of the brothers Grimm. <br><br>Mother lies prone and naked for me, her nipples painfully erect and her face a mask of lust. Her lover nestles in from behind, stroking my cock with breathtaking vigour. "<strong>Don't waste a drop</strong>..." The words are as profound an aphrodisiac as the friction between skin on skin. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://57.media.tumblr.com/50d748ce95f48c272c261013cde405c0/tumblr_o2fk6qMy0A1rx5y5ko1_500.gif)</div> "<strong>Yes</strong>," I growl, my head thrown back. "<strong>All of it for you, mumm... <em>my</em> love</strong>." The pleasure in my voice renders it unrecognisable without my having to do anything. I can only hope that is enough of a distraction, along with the blood-chilling anticipation, to safeguard my identity after yet another gaffe. Although, at this moment, with cum welling out of my balls and surging through my hard-as-iron shaft, I do not seem to care one way or another. <br><br>I erupt in a manner never before, the spurts hot and toxic. <strong>Ohhhh, fuuuckkkk.....</strong>" Gravity ushers them where they should never go and I watch with eyes wide and heart thudding as mummy takes all of my offering. "<strong>Oh my fucking God...</strong>" I gasp, turning to mommy and shoving my lips on her, and my fingers inside her, gratitude for fantasies fulfilled. I want so desperately to continue, her pussy is so deliciously wet but that brutal orgasm has stolen so much of my strength. "<strong>Jesus... fuck... I.. can't...</strong>" my legs start to wobble and I realise I will never be content with masturbation ever again. "<strong>Oh my God...</strong>" I pant, unaware that I had committed the gravest mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lulu</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 02:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c3ba516471267010b1e0387e42383bee/tumblr_ogkoe6d4bT1qbibwjo1_540.jpg)</div><br><em>How do I keep finding myself here?</em> I ask myself, pulling at the restraints on my wrists. My plan this morning had been to put a stop to these things. Finally say no to the terribly wonderful things that happened when I was here. I had a plan. One I had been working on for weeks. Gathering the courage to finally say no. I would walk right up to her and tell her No! No more! This has to stop now. Stop today. But then she gave me that look. You know the look. The one that says "I'm in charge, Rebel." The look I am powerless to resist. Then I felt that familiar heat between my legs. I was pudding. <br><br>It all started a few weeks ago, when I discovered some suspicious things my aunt had been doing for the family massage parlour. I spent days gathering the evidence so I could confront her with it. Find out for real what she had been doing all this time. I found out. I found out in ways I hadn't even imagined were possible. It wasn't the one time either. I kept seeing her after and discovered more things about myself because of her. It was enlightening.<br><br><em>But this is wrong!</em> I had a plan. It needed to stop. I was going to march right into her house, and give her a piece of my mind. After all, I wanted it to stop didn't I? These are not things I should be doing with my aunt! I know the outward perception of me. I am not an innocent girl. Rebel, for me, is more than just my name. Boys have always been interested in me, ever since I was young. I was always rather pretty and I developed young. I like the attention, and the way those things make me feel. There's nothing wrong with that. Right?<br><br>The memories of the things she has done to me caused my body to shudder with anticipation. I want it. I want it really bad. My back arched as I remember the feeling of her lips on my skin. I struggled a little at the thought, testing the restraints on my ankles too. I was thoroughly bound to the bed. I wasn't going anywhere.<br><br>I yearned to feel her touch again. The thought that I shouldn't ran through my head, but I pushed it away. I was here now, there was no turning back. She'd left me here, quite some time ago. She said she had something she had to do, but she would be back to deal with me. I knew I had some punishment coming, and I was excited. How much longer would I have to wait?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>21-02-2017, 03:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/30/db/29/30db2943c63920fbe6b7717bdcff4371.jpg) No....A simple word really, only two letters, and yet it was just as irritating the third time as it was the first. To think the little chit actually had the gall to say no and to say it without any conviction. To walk into my place of business and stand there saying she wanted no more while her eyes and that little tremor in her throat said just the opposite. Oh yes I saw the need, want, and desire that ran through her and my eyes told her so.<br><br>In my profession, you say what you mean, and what she said was not what she meant. I could have respected her refusal if it had been what she wanted, but she didn't know what she wanted and I did. I always knew what they wanted. That is why I was the best, well that and who doesn't like a big breasted, tattooed fantasy? I had been standing behind the front desk, pen twirling between my fingers as I gaze at the appointment book, but they lift at the sound of the door and a slow smile lifted the corner of my lip..."Rebel?"<br><br>Your words, as forcefully spoken, still had that tremor of doubt, and that doubt was the only thing that kept the smile on her lips. "No....What a strange word." I walk around the table, the pen falling to the open book as I pass, "It is too bad I have former engagement...but" I snap my fingers and one of my girls walks from the back, her eyes looking Rebel over before turning their hooded gaze to me. "Vixie dear, take Rebel to the Gold Room....and make her comfortable." My eyes never left the delicious sight of confusion and arousal. "You will learn that the only words you ever say to me are yes and more." I push her slightly in Vixie's direction and swat her ass. <br><br>My eyes follow until they are out of sight only then do I turn with a little laugh. Saucy little thing, but there can only be one alpha, she needed to learn that lesson, and lucky for me my former engagement was just the opportunity to show that little chit who was boss. Taking up my shoulder bag I left, a little family reunion was in order. <br><br>The salon parlor wasn't far from my home and place of business, so walking helped to clear my head and fill it again with nasty little ideas for the young woman being as we spoke tied and man-handled to a gleaming gold bed. when I entered the parlor it was eerily quiet, being that it was closing time it shouldn't have been surprising, but even this type of quiet was different. "Andi? I have brought the boo...."Sounds had her pausing, and she walked towards the back, placing her bag with the book of pictures on the counter. <br><br>I had been called here by my sister for a very lucrative partnership. She would use some of my girls for the higher paying clients to make their massage and stay at the spa a little more "comfortable", and I would share in the profit. But as I looked around my sister was nowhere to be found...that is....until lucky door number three. It was just opened so anyone could see, and that anyone was me. Slowly and Quietly I took out my phone, pressing the record button. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">My free hand has grazed down his side, come around his body to tickle over that saliva-coated cock and down to cup those heavy balls of his. I want more of his voice. More of his struggling moans. So I tell Sarah to get her mouth back on his cock. Again, my voice is firm. But smoky. Like I had been screaming for hours before this. Like I couldn’t drag in just that last bit of breath needed to keep a steady volumne as I watched her swallow her son’s cock all over again. <br><br>“That’s right, sweetie,” I encouraged. “Suck it hard… suck it good.” <br><br>The sounds filled the room again as I nestled my hips up to his ass. My hand left his wrist then and played over his forearm. The other left his balls to stroke Sarah’s hair back. Over her blindfold, down her cheek. I put more of my plans into play. I raked my nipples across the expanse of his back. I bit my lower lip, knowing how deep Sarah could and was, taking his cock. I kept my stance over the plate, however. And waited for that perfect pitch timing. <br><br>Just when I could feel the shivers start at the base of his spine, just when I knew his muscles were starting to clench with the onslaught of orgasm, I took a grip in Sarah’s hair and tugged her off his cock again. <br><br>“Ooooh, that’s quite enough. I want you to tell him what you want next, Sarah. Do you want him to fuck you? Does one of your sluttIy little holes need filling?” I coo’d softly, running my fingertips over her face, over the blindfold, into her hair. Caressing. Loving. “Or do you want him to paint this pretty face with his cum? Maybe your tits? Tell him what you want next, Sarah. Beg for it, pretty girl.”<br><br>“Sara, Stop.” I obeyed at once, pulling back and gasping for breath, my lips tingling and hungry for more. The muscles in my neck burned delightfully from my exertion and I could feel the saliva that glistened on my lips forming a long strand that trailed from chin to breast. I licked my lips, tasting his lingering presence and listening to Andi’s voice as she put him in place, showing him how she controlled my mouth, my body. I swallowed him whole, eliciting the required response and I fucked him hard, ramming his cock into my throat and reached between his legs to draw my fingers over his anus. He was close to cuming, his body trembling and I doubled my efforts, quickening my pace and tightening my lips, fighting the fatigue in my ravished throat.<br><br>But a firm hand wrenched me away. Andi’s hand, and Andi’s voice held me fast. Oh god yes! How well my lover knew me, how well she played with my mind. Though Neither Andi or this man had come close to touching me I was so aroused that a word, a command from Andi would have been sufficient to summon my climax and now she offered me the culmination of our joint efforts. I had no desire to be fucked, to have him cum inside me, instead I wanted Andi to watch me, wanted her to see him cum. <br><br>With my knees and legs folded beneath me I eased myself onto my back. “Cover me.” I whispered running my hands over my reaching breasts and the curve where my flat stomach fell away from my ribs. “Cum on my face and neck, breasts and belly.” I reached up, feeling my legs brush against his feet as I stretched and arched my back “Cum all over me.” I pleaded “and I beg you, don’t waste a drop.”<br><br>"Yes," I growl, my head thrown back. "All of it for you, mumm... my love." The pleasure in my voice renders it unrecognisable without my having to do anything. I can only hope that is enough of a distraction, along with the blood-chilling anticipation, to safeguard my identity after yet another gaffe. Although, at this moment, with cum welling out of my balls and surging through my hard-as-iron shaft, I do not seem to care one way or another. <br><br>I erupt in a manner never before, the spurts hot and toxic. Ohhhh, fuuuckkkk....." Gravity ushers them where they should never go and I watch with eyes wide and heart thudding as mummy takes all of my offering. "Oh my fucking God..." I gasp, turning to mommy and shoving my lips on her, and my fingers inside her, gratitude for fantasies fulfilled. I want so desperately to continue, her pussy is so deliciously wet but that brutal orgasm has stolen so much of my strength. "Jesus... fuck... I.. can't..." my legs start to wobble and I realise I will never be content with masturbation ever again. "Oh my God..." I pant, unaware that I had committed the gravest mistake.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It seems I have cum at just the right time, my sister being what I had taught her to be and with one of her employees....Oh and that Employees son....I wonder what Sara will think when that blindfold comes off..."How Delightful." I whisper standing just in the door, my phone angled just right. Once finished I sneak out of the room and back to the front, scribbling a little note to Andi...<br><br>Sis, stopped by, saw you pre-occupied.Here is the book, call me with your favorites and we can discuss. Love you lots and I so do hope you had a good time!" <br><br>With that accomplished I hurried out, after all, I have a little fun waiting for me back at home.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 17:11:13</strong>
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				<em>Touchdown.</em> <br><br>The grin on my face was nothing short of euphoric as I pressed it against the back of his shoulder and watched rope after rope of white hot cum explode from the tip of my insatiable lover’s cock and fall to cover the body of his prone, begging mother. Weeks of planning and maneuvering were coming to fruition, just as he was now coming into his sexual own. I’m sure I meant to murmur my praise to both of them for such a naughty job well done.<br><br>But once again, he tries to take control of the ball and my victory dance is short lived. <br><br>Mashing his lips to mine, his fingers to my wet, seeping cunt, I’m wrenched to his side and the kiss is torrid. Desperate. Needy. Something out of an amateur’s playbook. And I know he can to better. I want him to do better. His mother and I deserve better.<br><br>Not to mention the two other beautiful players still on the bench, ready to take the field.<br><br>So after he was done gasping and panting his surprise and pleasure, I pushed his hand away once more. My own went to his shoulders, where I coaxed him down to his knees, and then joined him there. Clucking my tongue, and frowning my disappointment. “The word can’t no longer exists in your vocabulary, darling. It’s time you learned how to keep all of your women pleasured.” <br><br>The small smile on my face was promising as I pushed Reese to his back. Positioning the field as I saw fit. My hand wandered to Sarah, still prone next to her son, still blissfully blindfolded and unaware of who’s cum she wore. My fingers circled her nipples, picking up a few puddles of it and smearing them over the tight little buds before putting those same fingers into my own mouth and tasting with a delectable moan. Like drinking the champagne in the winner’s circle. <br><br>“Sarah, reach out. Feel him now. And sit up because we have more work to do, my cum-covered little whore. Our boy has gone soft on us.” I said with mock disappointment. “And we’re not finished here yet. Not by a long shot.” <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://erogifs.net/upload/20141119193827uid.gif)</div><br>My attention was caught by a moment, then. As the distant ringing of the door shutting came to my ears. But as no one else was in the room, I dismissed that distraction just as quickly. I grinned down at Reese as I then helped his mother to sit up, kneel next to his hips, and I mirrored the position across from her on his other side. Drawing Sarah forward over her son’s body, I kissed her lips tenderly. “Good girl… Now help me get his cock hard again with that pretty, slutty mouth of yours, dear. He needs to learn how to keep up with us.” <br><br>Before I joined her on his cock, my hands walked up Reese’s chest and pressed there so I could lean down and kiss him just the same. Before whispering encouragement in his ear. “Use your hands on us. Find those waiting cunts, my darling. This is no time to stop. I want that cock hard again. I need that cock hard again…” <br><br>One more encouraging nibble and I settle in on the rug on my stomach, at his side, watching as Sarah engulfs her son’s soft cock once more. Would she be revolted when she knew what she had done? That thought came and left just as quickly. She was perfectly corrupted and sinful. She’d want more. Always more. <br><br>“Mmmm… that’s my beautiful whore…” I murmured as I leaned forward, let my tongue slide out, and licked up the side of his balls and cock. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 10:13:55</strong>
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				My lover’s burning cum seared my flesh and I moaned and writhed beneath his spewing cock. My hands moved over my breasts and neck, spreading his warming presence upon my skin, finger’s pushing him into my aching cunt. “Oh yes.” I breathed, my aching body demanding more and more, praying that this shower of utter joy would continue. My senses were whirring, my body trembling and though I longed to remove the blindfold and look upon my lover, the torment of never knowing was infinitely more appealing. That look from a fellow shopper at the checkout or smile from a stranger in the street would always be edged with the possibility that we had met before. My body was alive and wilful, the rise and fall of my breasts extenuated by gyrating hips and quivering lips. Oh how I wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked. I imagined Andi, how proud she must be, how satisfied in my demonstration that I belonged to her, obeyed her.<br><br>And my heart leapt at the sound of Andi’s voice, but tinged with jealousy that she had similar power over this young man as she wielded over me. It didn’t matter, I was hers; with all that I am I was hers.<br><br>Soft commanding hands helped me up and I reached forward with both hands to find the prone body beneath them. They explored the taught muscle and toned sinew, moving cautiously, familiarising themselves with the contours of his landscape until they encircled his flaccid cock.<br><br>I spread my knees wide and bent forward so that my ass stood high and I inhaled his familiar scent. How the young are slaves to the pressure of their peers, how one follows another and all become one. She imagined the boy beneath her to actually be Reese and the exquisite immorality of her thought was all consuming. Afterwards I would confide this guilty secret to Andi, who may, if I’m lucky, favour me with suitable penance. My lips found his cock, and it coiled within my mouth like a sleeping serpent. While my lips attempted to summon him back to life, my hands continued to roam, his legs and chest were firm and muscular, his waist trim and athletic – oh how delightful he must be to look upon. <br><br>And I felt Andi’s warm breath upon my cheek, her lips against mine as we shared this tender morsel. How our mouths worked as one, how her voice, oh how that voice melted my heart. ‘My beautiful whore’ she called me and my heart leaped with pride. “Oh yes my love.” I whispered. “I am that and would be so much more.”<br><br>When with Andi, there was no one else. The corpse beneath me was an extension of her being, his ecstatic moans were her cries of pleasure and approval. I let my hand wander to Andi, gliding smoothly over her perfection. I felt her tremble at my touch and I would have endured an eternity of pain and suffering for such a reward. My lips, my mouth, my cunt were hers. I lived for her and obeyed spoken and unspoken commands without thought. My pain and my pleasure were hers to dispense and I enjoyed each with equal relish, knowing the pleasure it gave her. Such was my love of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lulu</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 09:47:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Rebel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Auntie Margo's Place <strong>Tags:</strong> Dearest Sexiest Auntie Margo</em></span><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/7e965e437ed2af7349c856ec6efa0ea4/tumblr_ny02k0t8sf1txqkiao1_1280.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">I don't really want this do I? The longer I am kept waiting, the more I am convinced that I was right in the first place. Saying no was the best option. I shouldn't be here. This was wrong! It needed to stop. I should have stood my ground better. I should have put my foot down! The struggle is real as I pull against my restraints. I will <em>not</em> be kept here against my will. <strong>"Let me go!"</strong> My voice pelts the walls of the room. I don't even know if I'm alone or not. I can't see. A blindfold covers my eyes, leaving only my imagination to illuminate me. That and the small glimpse of the room I got before I was rather rudely stripped down. Then pushed onto the bed and tied down. Here I sit, firmly tied to this bed. I'm not going anywhere.<br><br><strong>"UGH!"</strong> I cry out in frustration, fighting against my bonds more. How much longer will I be made to wait? Where is she? What does she plan to do to me? My mind wanders to our previous meetings, her silky skin against mine. Those nails. I hate the way my body reacts when I think of her hightly manicured nails on my skin again. Her touch sets my senses aflame. Just the thought of her touch leaves me feeling wanton. My body aches for the wonderful things she has shown me. I want to see more. I want her to show me so much more. What other things can she show me? Teach me? I hate how eager I am to be her slave. To let her boss me around. To be her plaything. Just one look from her and I melt.<br><br>I hear footsteps outside the room I'm being kept in. They pull me from my aroused revery. I am reminded where I am, what I want. What I have tried to do. The struggle begins again, pulling at my bonds. I am frantic in my movements, trying so hard to get myself free from this predicament. What have I done? Where have I left myself? <strong>"Let me go! I don't want this!"</strong> I lie to whoever is on the other side of the door. I want it to stop. No I don't I want more. No it needs to stop! <em>But if it stops I won't be able to learn anymore. She's so knowledgable. She could show you the world...</em> I stop struggling as I come to the realization. Aunt Margo provides me with such pleasure. She has a wealth of information I have yet to even touch the tip of. Do I really want to stop learning before I have even begun?<br><br>My chest heaves as I contemplate what I have just realized. This is an opportunity. Do I want to give it up? <em>I don't know...</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>03-03-2017, 00:42:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Idle Hands Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Andi, soon-to-be Mommy and Sarah, unsuspecting Mummy</em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/10081886/740full-sean-teale.jpg)</div> I feel nothing. An hour ago, I was freaking out. A minute ago, I was cumming hard. But now I am peace itself. It is a state of being most envied, I hear. There are monks who train their entire lifetimes in order to achieve a second's worth of this nirvana. Clearly no one told them all it took was rabid sex with two women after hours at a massage parlour. <br><br>Of course, shortcuts always come with a price and no sooner does half a smile drift across my lips that I am yanked out of the reverie. <br><br>"<strong>What're you doing?</strong>" The exclamation slips out, unfiltered. I didn't even have the chance to disguise my voice. And so into a veritable tsunami of emotions - shock the most prominent among them - falls panic. Will mummy figure out whose cum she had worn on her body? And if she does, will she forgive me? <br><br>In the course of seconds, I savour pure contentment and suffer crippling fear. The whiplash rips me apart, duly. Or is it the fact that she and Andi essentially say spent cock be damned, and dive back in for seconds? <strong>"Oh Jesus, no. Stop. it's too much</strong>" It is true that I am young and therefore more virile than men more appropriate but I am also inexperienced. Being sexually active does not equal competence and a someone who has only recently understood the nuances in unclasping a bra cannot go all night long.with deliciously feral cougars. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/746920461787766785/o907hN9y_400x400.jpg)</div>"<strong>Goddamn it, please</strong>..." That time the unholy mix of pleasure and pain takes the liberty of contorting my voice and I hope this new gruff tone sows enough doubt in mummy's mind. It will be a few months before I understand hearing a man squirm for them tends to mess with the faculties of even the strongest of women and so diminish their chances of accomplishing simple tasks like identifying sound. <br><br>In much the same way, it is impossible for a dick not to grow hard when being persuaded by a couple of lithe tongues. The sensation of it is nothing short of brutal. I had squirted my balls out and yet with each unrelenting caress and unforgiving stroke I am made aware of the bottomless pit inside me that needs fulfilling. As if on auto-pilot, I reach into both of your hair, long, luscious curls meant to catch the sunshine, not be used as leverage in a double blowjob. "<strong>Fuck</strong>..." I gasp as the realisation hits me. I'm 19 years old and I've already got two whores who can't get enough of me. "<strong>Yes</strong>..." I hiss, now thrusting myself into your mouths, soon reaching the very back of yoru throats. "<strong>You wanted it</strong>," the glee is hard to hide, "<strong>now fucking take it.</strong><br><br>"<strong>Oh just like that. And suck on my balls. There's two of you, be good and share. Oh God, yes. Sarah, I want you sucking just the tip. Do it. Do it, you dirty whore, and Andi, you tease that sack for me. Show me how much you love cock. Show me that you're a horny little cunt too.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sexy Firefly</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 15:06:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location:</strong>Tme of Your Life Escort Agency/Exotic Expectations <strong>Tags:</strong>Rebel</em></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/30/db/29/30db2943c63920fbe6b7717bdcff4371.jpg)</div><br>I must have looked half mad walking down the street with the Cheshire grin across my lips, and maybe I was, having a chit restraint against her will....Well not exactly against her will. The fact that Rebel thought she could just say no, say no and walk away, was laughable. Didn't she know who I was, What I had done....Well she would...Yes...Soon. My redbrick came into and the smile widened, my sister was having her fun, why then couldn't I have mine. Walking in, I place my bag by the front desk and remove my coat. Having to look the part of a sophisticated businesswoman, I had worn dark green velvet, not to be mistaken by the low v plunge or suggestive wrap style. 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<br><br>Walking to where Vixie was stationed by the Gold Room. "Vixi...." Rebel's voice interrupted my nicety, broadening my smile I pointed to the door. "How long as she been like that?" I had taken a step closer and placed my hand on the door. Vixie smiled and shook her head. "Since you left, getting kinda annoying actually." She shook her head as I opened the door. "Well Thank you...You will be rewarded...."I had turned as the door opened and my eyes widened momentarily and my smile turned sultry. "Oh you will be rewarded very handsomely." I turned back to Vixie, trailing my finger down her cheek. Slipping into the room I close the door and face the bed, the scene before me to delicious to spoil with words. <br><br>"Are you sure my dear...About this not being what you want?" My voice was low, almost as velvety as the material of my dress, "Because the way your body is primed for my instruction I would say you are confusing your words." I had walked closer then, my fingers trailing up the flesh of your legs, your belly, circling your breast and casually tweaking your hardened nipple. "Now, Tell me what you really want..."My finger trailed slowly over your belly and lower twirling about your most sensitive peek. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lulu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 22:08:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Rebel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Tme of Your Life Escort Agency/Exotic Expectations <strong>Tags:</strong> Dearest Sexiest Auntie Margo</em></span><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/8630a6229e835d81d447d7c322b2d616/tumblr_o32o2tklCs1trznhbo1_1280.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The time for decision is gone as I am no longer alone. I waited too long to decide, wasting time with the debate inside me. It was going nowhere. I better decide now how I'm going to play this. Do I demand that she release me and stop the things she's been doing with me? She's my aunt! I can't do these things with someone that I'm related to! And I'm not entirely sure that I enjoy being with another woman. Up until this point I've only ever fooled around with men. She challenges everything I know about myself and I don't know how to handle it. <br><br>I can hear her voice outside the door. My heart jumps into my throat. I don't know if it is from fear or excitement. I don't know what she has planned for me. Especially since I haven't been the most cooperative today. What with trying to stop the fun she started. And oh is it fun. I can feel the warmth between my thighs as my mind wanders back to the things she has already taught me. The terribly wonderful things. I never knew I could feel that way. The things she must know, the things she can teach me. What will she do next?<br><br>The struggle begins anew as the door opens. I have to get free, because I know as soon as she touches me I'm helpless to say no. <strong>"Are you sure my dear...About this not being what you want?"</strong> I'm frozen, unable to speak. Her voice is as smooth as velvet. How could I ever even begin to think that I could say no to her? <strong>"Because the way your body is primed for my instruction I would say you are confusing your words."</strong> Her finger is electric against my skin and I cease all struggles. My head turns to where I think she is and I can't help myself. I lean into her touch, my body begging for more. It's in everything I do. I'm helpless to fight her. How does she have such control over me already? My brain is addled with lust. I can no longer think straight.<br><br><strong>"Ah!"</strong><br><br>I cry out as she touches my nipple. Her touch sends electric pleasure through my body. It's all I can do to keep from melting right here and now. Take me I'm hers. Her fingers descend lower. "Now, Tell me what you really want..." I'm pudding on the bed. I'll do anything for her as long as she keeps touching me. I have to fight to make my words work. How do I speak again? Her touch is divine. Her touch is everything. I know this now. I know this every time she touches me. How do I keep forgetting? <strong>"Please..."</strong> It's all I can manage while she's touching me. I know that she isn't pleased with that answer so I try again. <br><br><strong>"Please... Auntie... Don't stop..."</strong> <br><br>I struggle to get the words out. I have to stop between each one, fighting against the sensations to continue to speak. I'm already panting. Everything about me is begging for more. I want her to continue to teach me. Show me more of this wonderful world. How could I have ever thought that I didn't want this? She knows best. She always knows best. I've been bad, trying to oppose her. How could I have ever wanted to leave her? Her touch is exquisite, divine, all I need. <em>Please don't stop touching me Auntie!</em> I try to apologize.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry..."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>06-03-2017, 04:23:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andi <strong>Location:</strong> On the office floor at Idle Hands, Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Reese and Sarah </em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div>There was a reason I had chosen him. <br><br>Oh, I’d had other lovers before. Men and women. Between my sister and I, we were masters at the art of sex. Both in the bedroom, and outside of it. Professional teasers, seducers, connoisseurs. And the minute young, virile Reese Spaulding had walked into my office, I’d known he was a vintage that had almost unlimited potential at pleasure. The fact that he also was related to an equally as sexual mother and sister only sweetened the pot. I’d been seduced by the temptation of hours of depravity and endless orgasms I knew he – and they – could provide. <br><br>His voice cracked as he started to protest. Gruff surprise, exclaiming his weak protests as his mother and I lapped his dick back into action. It made a very knowing and pleased grin grow on my lips to not only feel the cock that could fuck me into submission grow at my will, but to hear the change in the words and voice that were attached to what was quickly becoming my favorite appendage. And as we tortured him with the pleasure, pushing him past the brink and beyond, I knew I had chosen perfectly.&nbsp; <br><br>I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. It had taken nothing to get him to open those pants for me, and now the world of what we could do together was at our fingertips. <br>Or tip of our tongues. Whichever metaphor you’d prefer. <br><br>Reese was slipping into the potential I’d seen in him from the start as easily as I’d watched him tug on his t-shirt and boxers from my bed a hundred times before. As assuredly as his hands gripped my hair and tugged my suckling mouth up and down his shaft, before directing me to his still-heavy balls. I knew he could go again, could get rock hard enough to pleasure myself and his mother for hours. <br><br>That thought made me wet and moaning with need. <br><br>The directions started pouring from his lips. My hands split their time between the two lovers I had. One stroking up and down Reese’s thighs as I followed as prettily as you pleased, sucking one side of his sack and then the other into the wet, hot confines of my mouth. My other hand was on Sarah, pushing at her shoulders, urging her on, encouraging her to take more, suck harder. <br><br>But then he used that word. The one that started with a crisp letter “c” and reminded me just what I wanted out of this little encounter. <br><br>And it wasn’t to sit back and act as his little whore. <br><br>But I let the tortuous pleasure reign for a few heartbeats longer. Sarah was so enthusiastic with her mouth. And I knew from past experience that drawing my tongue just up the seam of his testicles could pull the most unholy of groans from his mouth.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/a334f4fef1a31b8304184e7d397c0eb4/tumblr_ojdrufv32s1w25ds8o1_500.gif)</div><br>Those sounds were my prize and I wanted them badly.<br><br>So my tongue took the route once more, before I pushed back against the hold Reese had on my head and straightened over him. My hand ran up to grip his cock, squeezing slightly, holding it perfectly still for Sarah’s desperate mouth. “Oh, such a good little cocksucker…” I murmured softly, my other hand stroking down her back and to her upturned ass, where I gave it a few good smacks. That was my property, and I knew it pleased her when I marked it. <br><br>My hand then traveled up to his chest, where I used it to brace myself as I parted my thighs and swung my leg over his body, putting that cunt he was so concerned about me showing him just out of range of his mouth.<br>&nbsp;<br>“You want us sucking your cock, darling?” I teased with a grin, pulling Sarah farther up so she could lick the underside of Reese’s length, while my tongue played with just the pulsing tip. “And yet moments ago you were begging us to stop… that you couldn’t take anymore…” My hands played idly with his balls while I spoke against his cock. <br><br>My new position on top had also worked wonders to maneuver his hands out of the way. So mine took up the spot again in Sarah’s hair. Holding it out of the way. Making sure her blindfold stayed put. It would ruin the surprise now if she were to see just who’s cock she was sucking. “Open your mouth, darling. Use that slutty little tongue of yours… That’s right.” My praise rolled across her skin as I watched her go to work and deep-throat her son’s cock. “Such a good little fucking whore…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 12:15:40</strong>
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				Love? Could it be so simple an explanation? I had surely loved others in my life, Reese’ father for example, but now I was loath to so much as speak his name. Did I love Andi? Of course, of that there was no question. But there was so much more. I admired her and was so proud of how she commanded every situation in which she found herself. Even here with this young man trying to assert himself, there was no doubt that Andi was always fully in control. Perhaps it is the weakness of men that they are driven by lust, slaves to heir own desire and often do not think beyond their own orgasm, perhaps because in natural terms that is the final act of reproductive copulation. Women can see beyond that, have learned that their own pleasure requires one to think laterally and explore the endless possibilities that the human body can offer. Andi’s imagination knew no bounds and she deigned me worthy to accompany her on her vast sexual journey. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8b/7a/70/8b7a707cf65e145222bd400372b4664e.jpg)</div><br>I was her slave in all but name and would willingly submit to that title in a heartbeat were it offered to me, with all of the exquisite indignities that accompany the position.<br><br>Love? Yes, undoubtedly so, but mine was a ‘true love’ as the fairy tales would call it, an unconditional love in which my entire being had only one focus. Perhaps this is the real definition of love and the word has become diluted by those who bandy it about carelessly and without thought, by those who do not understand its potency. Shortly after meeting Andi I had known that I was hers utterly and did all in word and deed to prove my devotion to her. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ae/49/09/ae4909b68f6616083269b926989e505d.jpg)<br></div>As I contented this young man with lips and tongue, his voice barely registered and his reactions were instead complimented by Andi’s encouragement; a word, a touch was all I needed from her and I shivered at each show of favour.<br><br>That is not to say I was oblivious to the pleasure I brought him, every twitch and spasm, every taught muscle drove me to greater and greater depths of depravity and I found my mind reaching into the darkness that my blindfold afforded me. With his cum beginning to dry upon my warm flesh I drew my hand across my breasts to soak it in the thick glutinous memory of his earlier efforts and ran my coated finger from his heavy balls to his anus, pushing firmly and sliding my finger into his resisting orifice, while my mouth continued to summon his cock to life.<br><br>But it was Andi’s presence that inspired me, not some anonymous cock. She inspired me beyond my own expectations, I think beyond hers and wherever she led me, I would surely follow.&nbsp; “Open your mouth, darling. Use that slutty little tongue of your.” Her words lifted me and my heart soared with pride, giving new life and enthusiasm to my aching jaw and throat as I devoured the maturing erection. “Such a good little fucking whore.” I smiled, letting her hand guide me to where she would have me, “But I’m your fucking whore I breathed.” <br><br>Two mouths worked slavishly to reanimate this man’s desire wile my finger gently probed and fucked his anus. But I wanted more, need more. My pleasure came in serving Andi, but where was her gratification? I longed to kiss her, but would not break from my task until she ordered it. My fingers yearned to feel out and enter her dripping cunt, but would not do so until they received her command. Why don’t you fuck her? My mind screamed at this man, hoping that his cock could bring her the pleasure I so longed to give her. Jealous? Perhaps once I would have been, but in devoting myself to Andi, I gave her the freedom to fuck and take pleasure from any and all and in any way she chose. I was simply her property, but oh to taste those sweet, succulent lips<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9a/56/32/9a563254ef573e65be4b24a3750d107f.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7a/b6/2a/7ab62aa63466e8c7480590aed10a4091.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 00:13:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Idle Hands Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Andi, soon-to-be Mommy and Sarah, unsuspecting Mummy</em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/10081886/740full-sean-teale.jpg)</div> For every push, there is a pull. Action. Reaction. Biology might have run up the white flag - proof of which throbs in mummy's mouth - but it seems physics could stand firmer.<br><br>I should have expected Andi to be the immovable object to my newly discovered unstoppable force. She has always read me like a psychic with a book - knowing what happens in the end but going through to it anyway because the only thing better than being right is getting confirmation of it. <br><br>Frustration builds in me in much the same way as the lust had half an hour ago or even the pain from but mere minutes past. It creeps into the edge of my consciousness and then exploding like a fucking time bomb. I know my dick is being devoured in a manner no one will ever be able to replicate and that sends me hurtling down the rabbit hole. My hands seek out a tether, my lips demand one too, but Andi's body, although on top of me, is too far away. <br><br>"Fuuuuckkk," I groan and feel my hips push up. They are the only part of me that I can move with any consequence, so naturally I direct every bit of energy left into facefucking my mummy. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9362335fd789d4799eb98a67dbec5951/tumblr_mxb133PhlY1sjo6cco1_500.gif)</div>"Yuuss," comes the growl as pleasure begins to well again, higher and higher. "Suck that cock, suck it like you've always wanted to." Down her throat it goes, hitting deeper with every thrust. Some men would have feared fucking a woman's cunt as hard as I am my whore mother's mouth. It will be some time before I learn all of this is part of Andi's plan, riling me up to ungodly heights and leaving me with but one source of relief. I am her present to mummy. <br><br>An orgasm comes calling, the surprise guest that livens up a dull party. But I find myself unable to oblige. As much as this is my first threesome, and debilitating as it is that one if not both of the women are forbidden to me, I am not cumming until I'm inside a pussy. <br><br>So, reaching into the very dregs of my will power, I conjure the strength to push Andi off, only to force my shaft back into the one who took my virginity. And this time I don't need to be told what to do. With one bent over, taking me deeper than she ever had, I pull the other back to her feet and seal a kiss so ferocious the only thing that can match it are my fingers ramming into the wet little hole between her legs. "God, this is so fucking perfect..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 05:56:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andi <strong>Location:</strong> On the office floor at Idle Hands, Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Reese and Sarah </em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div><br>I watched with extreme pleasure as Reese’s cock burrowed into Sarah’s mouth. Whether because of his hips moving, my hand on her head, or her own motions, her nose practically touched the top of his pubic bone each time his cock disappeared between her lips. I could see her fingers twitching. Her hips shaking, thighs clenching. All with the need to do more. Give more. <br><br>And the man below me was offering his own encouragement and orders. Here’s hoping his voice was affected enough to keep his mother from correctly guessing just who she was sucking off in that moment. But my own words spilled out between parted, smiling lips. <br><br>“Of course, beautiful….” I murmur, my hand gripping her locks tight on more time. Pulsing in her hair, skirting that line, I know, of pleasure and pain. I release them just in time, too. “You’re my fucking who-!!”<br><br>The last word is skittered off with a cry as I was wrenched off of my perch by two hands that had learned every inch and curve of my body. He knew right where to place them to shift me upright and settle me back down on the thick rug on all fours. Quick enough too that I barely had time to gain my position before his hips lined up between my thighs and in one sweet thrust – I was his. <br><br>Already well on the way to being soaked, he slid right into my cunt from behind like it was made for him to be there. But we had pushed him far. Farther than I ever had on my own. And he buried himself deep within my body. Enough to make my back arch, my head fly back, and my thighs part to accommodate. I watched almost helplessly as Sarah’s body was dragged upwards, towards him, to also be used. Almost violently. As if we’d unleashed a previously caged beast. <br><br>While one of my hands clenched in the rug on the floor, the other flew out and I grasped Sarah’s thigh, just gripping, tugging, opening her more for his hands and perusal while he fed my cunt his cock. <br><br>The thrusts rocked me forward. They made my toes curl. <br><br>And threatened to pull screams from my lips the depths of which I had rarely ever reached. There was an orgasm attached to those screams. I wanted to stave off the rush, because this was still supposed to be my show. If I shattered, my senses would be lost. <br><br>But as I dropped to my elbow, I knew I was losing that battle. And fast. The orgasm barreled into my like wave, making every muscle in my body tense, and tighten hard as my mouth opened with a curse word on my lips.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catherine7</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 10:50:41</strong>
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				<br>It was beautiful and perfect, Andi’s voice close and encouraging her whispers like an avalanche of desire that made the earth shake beneath me. The cock that filled my moth was hers, belonged to hers and his pleasure was her desire and it was my sacred duty to give myself unto it. But even in such flawless euphoria, the sands are constantly shifting and at once the struggle for power was evident, despite my blindness. I was a fawn, trapped between lion and bear (if you’ll pardon the geographical inaccuracies) and even as I belonged to Andi, she fought to retain control over the man she had introduced to our sanctum.<br><br>Hands grasped me, drew my lips to his powerful kiss, drawing out my soul as surely as he took away my breath. I felt my legs weaken, my will faltering and I returned the kiss without reservation. A hand clamped to my cunt, strong and insistent, entering me without compassion not consideration and I did not resist. My lioness would protect me, should she see fit. And though there was naught but pain in his abuse of me, there was pleasure in my giving of myself.<br><br>I could feel the movement of his body, the cries of my lover beneath him and I could sense Andi’s surrender, willing her to fight, to remain strong, to be my all conquering lover. But I could hear her gentle sobs, the tension in bone and muscle that told me of her imminent release. But I would not let her be defeated. I twisted myself from those insistent lips and my hand found his pounding cock as it skewered my love. I would not let her cum at the will of another and vowed to hasten his own pleasure that Andi may take her pleasure of her own volition. <br><br>My moth worked over his neck, sucking and drawing his flesh within and downwards I ventured to his tender nipples to take first one then the other between my teeth, biting and nipping, to drive the moment of his climax. My hand reached to his testes, massaging and tormenting them, willing him to cum.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Spauldings' Sin [Perving Out Again]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 11:55:16</strong>
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				<br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Idle Hands Inc. <strong>Tags:</strong> Andi, soon-to-be Mommy and Sarah, unsuspecting Mummy</em></span></span><hr> <div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/10081886/740full-sean-teale.jpg)</div> "Oh yes...<br><br>"Tease my balls just like that...<br><br>"Harder...<br><br>My fingers wrapped around mummy's neck, her blindfold still on despite all the manhandling. "Do you want to make me cum, darlin? <em>Inside</em> your Mistress? Shall I mark her, and by doing so, you as well, to be my own?"<br><br>The thought excites me unlike any other. My cock, impossibly erect, grows inside Andi's pussy. I can feel her walls straining to accommodate the intrusion. I loved watching her body contorting in so many different ways. She had found the submissive in her and I the dominant in me.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/8ac9b86a50c740e05445b54f6163e87b/tumblr_n53g18ieZN1qd5ic3o1_500.jpg)</div>"Do you want me to fill you up, Andi?" my voice is a twisted mess of emotion and it is drowned by the ferocity of my thrusts. My hips no more strike as pummel into your ass and that vicious cock explores depths never before accessed by man, woman or toy. "All that hot, sticky jizz sloshing around deep inside your wet little cunt. And you know there would be lots, don't you? You love having a filthy young bastard that can fuck you like a rag doll and shoot a good load to seal the deal" <br><br>Caustic as the monologue was, the spanks that fell against Andi's upturned cheeks were worse. For I relished the sight of her pale flesh blooming for me. It was something that I was denied whilst training, but now, as I feel myself becoming the man she wanted me to me, there is nothing that is off limits. <br><br>Mummy is coming to that same conclusion. There is a split second's pause, her fingers motionless against my balls, as if her mind was suddenly made aware of a distasteful possibility and her body simply shut down in response. <br><br>"I know you don't like men anymore," I breathe against her ear, now merely caressing her clit, "But I promise you, you'll love me. You already do, mumm...."
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