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Stranger in the Metro
Mood:  mischievious
I zigzaged along the pavements of the street of Paris by a beautiful night of full moon. It seemed to to me, in my intoxication, that Paris had keep silent and left the place with the silence of the wind which cherished me the face. My head turned in all the directions under the action of the alcohol which I had consumed without moderation during this initiation with the Parisian evenings filled of madness, alcohol, sex, and pleasure in all kinds. After one evening like that one, my only regret was to get into my faithful Métro of the line 14 and to gallop to the station St Lazare, to lengthen me under my expensive and faithful adored feather bed.


The station Bibliothèque François Mitterrand was, contrary to usual, of calm tediousness. My only glances went on a tramp who polished the stem under the trousers. The automatic doors opened at the same time when my eyes were illuminated. I saw, some armchairs further, a silhouette of woman sitting, and nothing other around it that the hardness of the metal which composed the coach. Hardness that I started to feel until in my gut, since it made a beautiful gross bump on the smooth fabric of my more beautiful grips, that I went to put opposite sound beautiful face. It had splendid eyes hazel nuts and a face slightly ronded which clearly let see a small smile full with desires and statements. She was clothed of a maroon jacket with a beige shirt and also guess the roundness of his udders. Below, it raised a small skirt chestnut on bottoms in large black mesh going down on black leather heels. Her body perspired under the heat of the subway train where one suffocated, hidden like that in the ground with a few meters of the free air. At my sight, she crossed her legs by making me a very pretty smile; my eyes could not be prevented to disfigure her, whereas my sitting position made me already badly.


The more I looked at her the more she rubbed her legs one against the other while passing her hands above whereas her tongue made the turn of her small lips which made think of a she-cat eager to be open. When the subway started its insane race in the Parisian east, a jolt of a great width threw her on me. Her hands positioned on my sex in erection while her head passed very close to my chest. We disentangled ourselves... She threw me a small smile... and let leave a small sigh joy. She left her hand on my prick by taking care well to support it above. Its head approached the mienne and as naturally as possible it deposited me an impetuous kiss on the lips. I was surprised by the passion of her kiss, by the agility of her tongue which slipped without fear into my mouth that she knew only hardly but that she controlled already fully. Whereas her tongue was inserted in my mouth, I felt already the softness of her hands to penetrate inside my trousers to cherish my sex. Her hand then started to and from while compressing my prick. I felt blood to go up in my veins and the extreme hardness of my sex made me very badly. Reading in my thoughts, she released it with her nimble hand and started to make to and from with her long fine fingers. The movement of her hand me enjoy the real life.


I had the impression to float on a cloud so much she made assemble the pleasure by her hand, along my prick, and stimulated my entire body. She was close to me, I felt her chest to be agitated on my chest, her body undulate on mine. Then my hands slipped at the interior of her shirt, and I was astonished by softness by her nipples and heat by her body. The caresses of my hands on her chest followed the rates/rhythms of the masturbation that she inflicted to me. Whereas she let leave the first steps a beginning of pleasure, the subway stopped and a black man of age entered our coach, he went to sit down in a far corner of the subway. But we were already too excited to pay attention to what occurred around us, especially that the man had not seen us. However, I become aware that it only remained me very little of time to benefit from her. I put her on me. She took the care to remove her string and very gently she made me penetrate in her. The size of my erection put to me at the beginning sticks in the wheels, but its excitation took the top and very quickly I found myself in her. It was vis-a-vis with me, I could see the expression of her face while she was trembled on me, she liked that and it made her feel: moanings left her mouth. But she wanted much more.


Helping herself off the armchair, she took dash with her feet to make great to and from on my prick, which enabled me to penetrate her with force and sensuality. She pushed increasingly strong moanings. Violence did not stop her: she continued, she wanted to have it badly. We floated on a cloud of pleasure, where nothing other that the orgasm did not prevail. For better smelling me in it, I had closed the eyes when an enormous cry coming from my partner obliged me to reopen them. I was surprised to see the great black, in front of me and behind the woman, sodomizing her. Once the surprise passed, She let herself go to the pleasures of the sex with three, and me I let myself guide by environment. But the stoppings of the subway intensified and pressed us in our pleasure. The great black accelerated his blows, which obliged the woman to make some in the same way and by rebound also obliged me to exceed me. I was not accustomed to this kind of experiment and I already smelled to assemble the pleasure. The woman stopped, put herself at four legs in front of us and says to us that she wanted that all the two tops are ejaculated in her, that she had always dreamed to be a garage with sperm. She sucked us each one in our turn and let our two tails penetrate at the same time in her mouth.


Shaking us both at the same time, she pushed cries of pleasure, her body was contracted and one had the impression that an interminable orgasm invaded her. She was in the world of the continual pleasure. Fixing glance, my seed went up my rod under the pressure of her fingers and my hot sperm and sticky he sauce soaked her face, the eyes, the hair... and especially the mouth. This squirted sperm excited her of more beautiful. She accelerated her to and from on large the black which could not resist a long time any more and which it spurted in his turn of sperm. Her mouth fills of white liquid which she swallowed by looking at us. When she took the trouble to clean our tails, the door opened and a group of people returned in the subway. We were surprised in our acts. We then hastened to fix our clothing and, without taking the care to clean us, we jumped on the quay, Chatelet, and took the way of the hotel nearest...

Playing the Servant
Mood:  mischievious

To be exhibée in a small costume with transparent fabrics... With the too short cuts... And at the indented sides... To cover the skin of a true maidservant and to do everything to answer the least desires of Sir, with his least whims, thus clothed, the bottom exposed to the glances, while it receives friends... To have to make the service, to necessarily be very polished and courteous with regard to the guests of Mister... to be humiliated situation, to redden of embarrassment and to feel my pussy which runs... To have shame to be excited kind... To do everything to prevent that it realizes some... And that it describes me as bitch before treating me like such...

I imagine the recreation easily that it would take to escape an unspecified object by ground and to wonder to collect it, thus obliging me to lean forwards and to show my bottom in its totality. I imagine his pleasure at the time when I would come to raise me and, that with a robust hand, there would force me to remain leaning, pushing on my head to oblige me to remain folded into two. I hear already the laughter of his guests who would rinse the eye, their comments in my connection. I feel even the damping which runs between my thighs but that it is really real and present at the moment when I write these words:))) And then the voice of a guest who says his pressing desire to go to urinate, the glance of Mister which is illuminated and his words which fall and which tie the throat to me... - Go! Make yourself useful... Then I go with him... Detach his trousers... And hold his sex while he urinates! Fear mixed with the shame which invades me... To thus only find me in a part closed with an unknown... The humiliation of the position in which I will be made. I see myself knelt in the bathroom spirit to leave this soft sex his prison...

Awkward and trembling, I see the silhouette behind him and I intend it to be said to pay attention and to direct the jet in the bowl well, which does nothing but accentuate my nervousness... The jet fuses and, by awkwardness of my hand, comes to land on the ground... I read anger in his eyes and I hear in too calms his voice his dissatisfaction... He seizes my hair firmly, draws me backwards and says to me that I will have all to clean. He obliges me to put to me at four legs and to lick the urine on the tiling... - Lick!!! Clean as it is necessary and completely!!! Bitch... Cochonne... Slut!!! A rain of insults comes to crown the bad posture in which I am. The humiliation which me filled, shame and the fear... of being thus inveighed in public and yet to be excited as that is not allowed! ... I lick the tiling, applying me to make disappear the least trace... Mister gives up me with my fate, energy to join his guests... I do not dare to return... Died of embarrassment and shame... Fearing to accentuate his anger by my simple presence... I hear him laugh...


I remain alone in the toilets throughout one time which seems to last for ever, not knowing more what to make... And not daring especially to draw his attention or to make some noise that it is. When I raise the eyes, Mister is in front of me, imposing by his stature, imposing by his glance... Glance of ice! Face deserted from smiling... - With knees bitch! I want to urinate but this time, I will not be likely to dirty ceramics! - Mouth Open and drink!!! If you lose would be this only one drop, you will be used as urinal with all those which will want this evening, I swear you!!! It is the heart beating the camel which I kneel, that I open the mouth and tighten the tongue to receive his urine... Urinate that I drink, urine which I suck anything to lose, of fear of being forced to drink all the evening of it... Finally a smile on his face reassures me a little... Then he says to me to join him with the living room, giving up me once again... It is with lowered head and the reducing glance which I join them, pointing out to me smallest possible, to be discrete.. But his voice stronger than the music resounds!

- That deserves a correction bitch! You missed with your duty towards a guest!!! Flat belly on my thighs and raised bottom!!! I hesitate, daring to hope that he is not serious, that he jokes... But no! - YOU PREFER THAT I RISE AND THAT I WILL SEEK WHIP PEUT-ÊTRE? I obeyed immediately, flat finding me belly on his legs... - CHANGING YOUR BOTTOM! At once a hand comes to slip between my thighs... Its fingers discover my pussy instantaneously... Torrential... Mister presents to me his coated fingers of my damping... - What is it This? I wimper, knowing only to answer... - BITCH! Mister me buttocks without care... I feel the opera hats to rain on my bottom... I feel my gluteus on fire... I merge in excuses, beseeching him to stop... Then he orders to me to serve the supper... What I endeavour to do thoroughly...


After having deposited the last plate on the table, Mister looks at me, smile with the lips... I know this half smile, sign which it did not finish with me! I lower the eyes, seeking a little indulgence and I hear... - Take the candle in the drawer! I will seek the candle... By bitterly wanting me not to have thought of putting it on the table for the supper... At the moment when I prepare to light it and to slip it into the candlestick... - NOT!!! YOU will be used to us as candlestick! Go! With four legs, the table, the well cambered bottom... You fit the candle in the bottom and I will have a pleasure of lighting you! All are are laughing... Everyone except me of course... Nevertheless, I obeyed fearing to tarnish the good mood which seems to live Mister... Squatted, the well raised bottom, I introduce the candle... - deeper! Go growth a little!!! Then it comes to light the wick... I feel the amused glances which fix me... The wax which leaks to my anus... I remain quiet and motionless... The supper seems to last for ever... I feel my knees weaken... My arms weaken... The heat of the flame approaches my bottom dangerously... And yet, only one desire obsesses my thoughts: the desire for still masturbating me still and!