Debbie Does The Streets #2 - Sit and Listen

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After a couple days of just blowjobs in the alley and getting my ass torn up, I finally got an interesting hire.  I like those interesting hires, it keeps me from getting bored and I can usually charge more for them.  Such was the case with this client.
This was a hire from a guy I had done before and I guess he trusted me more now and asked for ‘something special’ the other evening.

John told me to strip and sit down on the footstool as he told me about a fantasy he had while at work that day.  I’m always glad to help a client after a tough day.  I like knowing that I’m their stress relief.

“For now, just listen Deb.  That’s all I need”.

Here’s how his story started:

My secretary, Sue, can be such a tease and she was really bad today.  She was getting crazy filthy with me and it got me thinking about having her.  I can never tell if she really wants me or just likes teasing me.  I work in a basement office and she deals with the shop upstairs.  I texted her because I got a call from another employee saying that she was driving the customers crazy.  I wanted them to send her back down to my office.  As she turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the extra desk she wiggled her ass in my direction, looked over her shoulder as she slapped it and said, “You’re not getting this”.  However, she teased me more, telling me not to leave my chair or the show would be over.  She slapped her ass again and I could see her G-string as she blew a kiss at me.

There are no windows in my office and I keep the back door locked so I knew that we’d be safe.

John told me he sighed when he heard that, but then decided to think through what could really happen.  His fantasy got more intense.  I got brave once I fell into my fantasy, do you know what I mean, Debbie?, he asked.
I nodded and smile, saying “oh yes, yes I do”.

She walked back towards my desk, I stayed in my seat because I didn’t want to miss out on anything.  I didn’t want to scare her away.

I tell her, “I’ll give you an extra week’s pay if you follow my directions, all for teasing me for months now”.
A surprised look slowly creeps across her face, but no sign of fear.  No verbal answer.
She just comes around and sits on my lap, unbuttons her blouse and just lets me feel her up.  Her breasts feel great in my hands, like they belong there.

“That’s the wonderful thing about fantasies, isn’t it Deb?  They are always perfect.”
“That they are, no fear, no worry, just perfection.”  I answer.

I clearly become rock hard, my cock stays in my pants, but it pushes against her ass through my trousers.

I tell her that I should just make her strip down, tie her to my desk, and cum all over her body.
She laughs it off, at least for now.

I insist that she show me all of that G-string of hers.  Yes, I wanted her to take her pants off right there.  She did it.  I guess she really wants that bonus pay.  I picture her teasing me even more.  She steps out of her pants and looks at my crotch.
“So you want that cock out, don’t you boss?”, Sue asks me.
The tent I’ve pitched for her is obvious now, in fact it’s screaming at her.

I don’t answer her.  I just watch her.  She’s rubbing her puss over the front of the G-string.  It’s so nice.  I watch her as she licks her lips, but my eyes quickly move back to the small rubs she’s giving herself.  Again the tease, “I get to play and you don’t”
My cock twitches as I listen to her and watch the beautiful view.  She’s right; I’m not playing with myself.

Finally, she crawls onto my desk and I rip her G-string right off.  At long last, I get to see part of that paradise I’ve wanted for months.  She even has a nice little fluffy landing strip.

By now, I’m thoroughly engaged in John’s story.  It’s as though I’m in the back of the office watching it and taking notes.  My body is beginning to respond to his descriptions, I’m more aware of my nipples and the warmth between my thighs.

I unbuckle my belt for her and unzip my fly.  Then I kick off my loafers and lean back so I can rub her bra with my bare feet. 

Can you image feeling hard nipples through socks Debbie?  It’s really something.

I let up for a moment and she unsnaps her bra.  Luscious round breasts with hard nipples like candy are presented to me.  So lovely, matched with that pussy of hers that I now know she was worth the wait. 
She gets off the desk and on all fours at my feet, her ass facing me, and lets me rub my feet all over her.  She’s practically purring.

I figure I’ve waited long enough, fought hard enough, to start taking my prize.  I let my cock loose then drop to the floor with her, move her G-string aside and take four quick laps at her pussy. 
Debbie she was so sweet!
She turns, looks over her shoulder at me and says, “Ummm, you’re not done”.

“It’s funny Debbie, but this is where I started thinking of you”, he tells me
“Really?  Why?  I’m just your whore, that you use every couple of weeks”
“It my fantasy, that’s why”, he said sharply, and then continued.

I just wanted to feel her hand on my cock.  The other great thing about fantasy is that you don’t have to say much.  So she takes hold of my cock and starts to stroke me.  It’s then that I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.  Her stroke stops midway. 

Debbie, it’s you!  Dressed in just a G-string and a bra.
Now I get a real twinge in my pussy.

Sue’s back is to you, but when you just say ‘hello’, she turns around to see who’s speaking.  I tell her to keep stroking me for now.  You just watch Debbie.

For the first time I can see that John is visibly getting hard.

You know, I’m surprised but she seems to be a real expert, at least at hand jobs and I tilt my head back just enjoy the pleasure of feeling a woman’s hand, other than my own, on my cock.

It’s now that I tell Sue that she’ll earn her bonus soon.  I tell her to suck my balls while she’s on her hands and knees.  I help her out by standing up and pulling up on my cock.  Funny, but she doesn’t seem used to this.  So I tell you, Debbie, to tell her what to do.  You give her some quick instructions, like telling her how to kiss them and enjoy them to the fullest.  Sue quickly seems to get better.  I wink at you and moan to let you know that your instructions were being followed just right.

Then, Debbie, you drop to your knees, not in front of me, but behind Sue.
I watch you spread her cheeks and tickle her asshole with the tip of your tongue.  For the first time I hear Sue moan out.  Although it’s the first time I’ve heard pleasure from her, I can tell she’s enjoying herself.  However, her moan took her mouth off my balls and I’m sorry Debbie, but I yell at you for doing it.  Then Sue yells at me! 

Since I am the boss, I shut everyone up by saying, “everyone back to work!”

Sue gets back to sucking my balls and you get back to licking and enjoying her asshole and her warm slit.

John paused there, so I asked
“And? Then what?”
Truthfully, it was getting late and even though I was being paid for all this, it was taking up more time than most.

That was it.  After John finished telling me the whole story, he said to me,
“So it’s late, and now you know why I need you to suck me off now”
“If you have a friend that’s close by that can come by and eat your ass, that would be perfect.”

Then he moved to me and I assumed the position, finishing up my night, the way I often do, on my knees and swallowing an exploding dick.

I look forward to more interesting evenings, but until then, I’m out on the street humping my ass for my pimp.

Fantasies Can't Always Come True

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Secret Sins: Chapter 5 "Justice"

Be sure to read Secret Sins chapter(s) 1, 2, 3 (part 1),(part 2) and 4

So after Ben had informed me that he had a pretty good idea what kind of girl I was like in bed and out, I decided to take him up on his offer of working for the 'company's' program, and found myself garnering a pretty decent second income since I started out pretty low on the totem pole. Those of you reading who understand such things may ask why I didn't start at say, xxxx, must also understand that my talents are very specialized and since the position was classified, my handlers wanted as few questions asked as possible. Not bad work if you enjoy it, and I most certainly did!

After the tedious hiring and security processes one must go through in order to gain entry to the highest echelons of government were complete, I began to have access to numerous high level contacts that would get me into deep doo doo if I were to mention any names, so I won't. Let me just say that I became aware of the semi-secret hidden tunnels between many government buildings, most very deep underground and with security that would make Mulder and Scully wince.
Oh yes, I sucked a lot of cock: big cock, small cock, misshapen cock, long short and everything in between. Famous and infamous, the spooge ran down my throat like liquor down a wino and I began to get a reputation around high-level circles in DC as a girl that could keep her mouth shut except when giving head.
You'd be surprised how much stress there is to be relieved in our nation's capital on a weekly basis, and to say that I gulped gallons of goo during the 80's would be an understatement.
But I digress. The story is about my adventures in the 'company' now isn't it?

My first assignment came about a week after I had undergone some training in Virginia - how to properly identify myself, what to say and more importantly what not to say.
The early days of my indoctrination introduced me to some pretty sleazy characters, some of which were in clients because they had testified at mob or drug trials, and who were now located in the sticks of America under assumed names. They let you keep your first name for obvious reasons, unless of course it's odd, and then they located you somewhere that the name is common. So for example, if your name was Sammy Gravano then you became Sam Deletori and someone like Max Mermelstein becomes Max Blomstein or some such name.
Then of course I was able to travel to such lovely locations as Otisville, Ny, Sandstone, Mn., Phoenix Az, Allenwood, Pa., and Fairton, Nj just to name a few. See, this is where the company has built high security facilities for special risk people, people who are already in prison that they may not want out on the streets or those that need special protection that a quiet cottage up in the hills surrounded by armed men cannot afford. And these aren't just prisons per se, but more like secure condominiums where the inmates can make phone calls whenever they please, along with eating food that most people can't afford.

This is a time of my adventure that I'm not proud of since most of these men where little more than low intelligence thugs who would just as soon beat your head to a bloody pulp as look at you, but I had a job and damn it, I was taught to finish it right the first time.
Bordering on mouth rape at some occasions, I would smile sweetly then hurry out of the facility or hotel room just so I could find a bar to wash the taste of angry sex out of my mouth. These guys were terminally pissed for the most part, even when they were happy.
I remember one rainy day when I was given an address to show up at, and so made my way down a side street of a certain American town to knock upon another anonymous door to give “aid and comfort” to another anonymous prick.
Ringing the bell on the brownstone, a voice barked out “What?!” loudly from a speaker, and I gave my code phrase “Hello”, I said, “I’m Debbie from Lone Star Realty”. That was my cover in most cases if anybody asked; a realtor.
A long pause.
“It certainly is lovely weather we’re having” came the voice in return.
Remembering the daily code phrase my contact had given me earlier I replied, “It’s lovely on Kent Island this time of year”.
The door buzzer startled me at first, and then I had the presence of mind to push the door open and walk into the vestibule, where I was immediately set upon by a very large man who threw me up against the wall. Once there, he proceeded to run his hands roughly all over my body, into my bra then down my legs, stopping at the crotch to feel my pussy through the gauzy dress I had chosen to wear on this occasion. Damn! I had had some rough sex before, but this was certainly an interesting way to start things rolling.
“Hey lover, let’s take it a bit slower, eh?” I was able to gasp out.
“No offense ma’am” grunted the ogre, “just do’n my job. Yous can go true dat dah over dey.” Pointing at a door on my right, I gathered myself together the best way I knew how, and started off towards the portal located halfway down a bland hall.
Opening the door I was surprised to find myself in a room with no lights, save the one inset in a soffit, pointed at a couch that held a rather non-descript package.
“Sit down” came the gravel toned voice from the corner shadows, “and take off your clothes”.
Harrumph. Straight to the point ‘eh?
Stripping off my raincoat, I struggled awkwardly with the zipper on the back of my little black slut dress I wore as a uniform until it sleekness slid slowly down to the fuck me pumps I always showed up wearing as well.
I dunno, but sitting there in just a sleek black panty and sheer bra set sent a quick tingle down my spine until the voice spoke again. “Open the box and put it on”
Withdrawing the string from the package, I opened it up to find two objects: one strange, one familiar.
“Do you want me to play with myself using this first?” I asked as I held up the pliable and very lifelike dildo in my hand. It was one of those veiny ones, you know – the ones with the large mushroom head on it, about 7” long and 4” in diameter. It felt like it had a battery inside it, but I couldn’t see an on/off switch.
“No. I want you to put it inside you, then put on the pants.”
Ooooooh kayyyyy.
The pants in question still remained in the box, and at first glance I thought they were red leather, but upon removing them, found them to be latex instead.


“You might want to put some baby powder on first” said the voice.
Following his commands, I lubed up the dildo with my best Cherry Popper imitation, and slid it gently into my pussy. Hmmm. Feels pretty good.
After kicking off my slut pumps next came the baby powder, then the red rubber pants. They were full-length pants, and I guess the size doesn’t matter, because they’re designed to fit like a glove, which they did. Hmmmm. Kinky.
“Now get up on the sofa and feel yourself as you dance”. Soft jazz began to play from hidden speakers in the still darkened room.
Again following instructions like the good little cum slut that I am, I wobbled up on the sofa and began to dance my best shimmy in the middle of the erstwhile spotlight while feeling my breast to and fro, back and forth, paying special attention to my hardening nipples and areolas. Feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of my neck, I moved to intercept it so I could rub it slowly around the tip of my nips to give them that special glow.
“Very nice, but I think you’ should explore further” said my director.
Having never been in rubber pants that clung to me so tightly before, his wish was my command and so I began to use the music to my advantage in order to stroke myself through the latex.
Did I mention that I was getting quite turned off by this time? No? Well I was.
Did I mention that all that dancing and gyration moved the dildo in my cunt back and forth like a train going across a rough patch of track? No? Well it did.
Faster and faster my hands traveled up and down my body, touching here, exploring there. Latex, skin, breast, swirl, turn, tuck, elbow, breast, butt, thrusting pelvis outwards then back and forth, soft smooth, oh my god I’m so turned on just thinking back to it all now. My eyes closed now as I found myself moving closer and closer to orgasm.
It was all of it – the heat, the dildo rubbing on my clit, the latex pants, the sofa in a darkened room, the mysterious stranger ordering me around like a chess pawn, the secrecy of it. It was all building towards the surface, much like the music that had morphed from a jazzy blues to a more trance-like drone. Swirling, twirling faster and faster, my hair whipping to and fro as I swung it down between my legs towards my butt.
Droning onwards and whipped into a frenzy, I didn’t realize that I had begun to moan and squeal with each passing thrust, my head and hair whipping wildly as the feeling of clitoral ecstasy swept over me.
“You can get off the couch it you’d like,” said Mr. Mystery. I complied, wanting to get a better grip on my orgasm as it were, and ended up bent over the arm of the sofa thrusting my pelvis and kegling so the dildo acted as a live snake inside me.
Unable to hold my orgasm back any more and with one mighty push and scream, I drove my groin into the armrest as hard as I could and was treated to a shuddering explosion of colors and feeling in my body and mind.
It was then that I felt it: a pulsing in the dildo. Perhaps it really did have a hidden switch to turn on the vibrator inside, but this was different.
Racing thoughts flew through my head as the dildo tingled, and suddenly I felt it swell inside me as if it were a real penis. Goo. Sticky man goo. That’s what it is! Mystery man had pressed a button on what looked like a remote control and the dildo obeyed his command as well. Damn! This guys gets everything done for him!
I wasn’t imagining it, but my orgasmic trembling began to slow as did the music. Panting from the excitement and draped over the sofa arm, it was then that I notice the feeling of what I thought was warm spunk running down the inside of my leg, obviously from MM’s toy still deep inside me.
Without noticing him, Mr. Mystery had moved over beside me to whisper in my ear. There was something vaguely familiar in this man’s voice, some accent.

“Very nice, verrrrry nice. Tell 'Scorecard' and 'Sheepskin' that 'Gladiola' gives his approval, eh? But we’ll just keep this little fun time between us. Just us.”
Just us.

Shit! I just figured out after all this time who 'Gladiola' was! It was..

(Tape ends abruptly)

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

The Hot e-mail, Bound to be With You

Don't miss the first and second emails

I sit here, once again alone in my office and the only thing running through my mind is your last email. I’m touched by both the tenderness and the straight physical power you described to me.
One last line is alive in me Reply Debbie, reply and tell me how to fuck you.
The pleading, the wanting, I must answer you and I must do it now. So I send to you the closing of our magical first time together.

After our ‘appetizers’ we lie together on the bed. As you hold me I take in your musky smell along with mine. Your kisses are soft, yet penetrating. I know in my mind that we still need to be closer. I express this with my body, pushing myself closer to you. My still erect nipples brush against the hair on your chest; you pull me closer and massage my ass cheeks. Our mouths part and I nuzzle in your neck. I feel a warm, small breeze in my ear. It is your breath; the words carried on that breeze are much stronger:
‘ I have to be inside you Debbie - tell me how you want me to give this raging cock to you.’
I sigh, and watch you witness my tits heave with just the thought of what you said. Because of the way you want me I am free in my sex.

I instruct you to open the large black bag I brought with me. Up until now it has been sitting passively on the chair near the bed.
Because we have been cybering and hot emailing for a while I feel at ease telling you what I want from you now. I see you smile knowingly as you look into my ‘toy bag’; I want to be yours 110% and the only way I know to feel that way is to be bound for you. I can tell a lot of this may be new to you, so I kindly yet seductively lead you through what needs to be done. It’s an easy step-by-step process and it’s turning me on just giving you the instructions. I lie flat on my back and we begin, together on an exciting sensual journey.

Step One: attach my nipple ‘jewelry’, and make sure it’s nice and tight. It’s a simple concept-two gold loops encircle my nipples and are connected by a gold chain.
You do this deftly, finishing it off with lovely small kisses on each breast.

Step Two: attach the smaller leather cuffs to my wrists and tie them to the headboard behind me.

You straddle me to do this and your hot hard dick brushes against my warm damp skin, we smile at each other.

Step Three: attach the larger leather cuffs to my ankles and tie each one to the posts at the foot of the bed.

Ah, you step back and admire your handy work. Not bad for a beginner.
My arms are straining above my head, my nipples are encased in golden bands, and I am in a forced spread eagle position. My pussy glistens with my own cum and your saliva, the petals of that now soaked flower are puffy, almost pouting. My dark rosebud clit has swollen again and peaks out of its inner sanctum.
Look, and see….
I am totally yours now. I’m attached to a bed. My aching, musky pussy is calling to you in all the ways she knows. You must take me and fill me up and I tell you, or is it beg you, to take me.

You position yourself between my spread but clipped wings and lean over to kiss me. I return the kiss, deeply probing your mouth, faintly tasting my tart juices. You explore my neck next, then my ears, all tenderly, but with a purpose.
I squirm. You move to my breasts and lap at my milky mounds.
My nipples harden more and strain against their loops.

And another big thank you to CJ and his photography skills

You bring them between your teeth and bite.
I moan out, twist more, and produce more nectar in my pussy. I cannot escape you now, and I wouldn’t want to.
As you smile, tickle, and tease me I can tell that you easily falling into our little ‘game’. I am your personal plaything now and the excitement starts to bring small drops of pre-cum to your cockhead, reminding me of the nectar that can be pulled from honeysuckles in the summer.
‘Now, now, I must have you’, I manage to moan out as I wriggle more.
You grab your cock and finally, finally introduce it to my pussy by running the head of that hot meat of yours between my lips. You keep teasing and pull back again, this time spreading my pussy wide with one hand while the other bitch slaps my clit with your cock. I moan out as you do this, my squirming has turned into something more closely to that of a leashed animal.
‘Fuck me, stab me that handsome cock’ I yell as I make an attempt to tilt my hips towards you.

You can no longer wait.
I see you move closer.
Then…
Ahhhhh….that heat….that hardness…that perfection.
You drive your seemingly steel rod deep inside my tight, wet, velvety cave.
You groan as you finally feel my cunt hugging your dick. Leaning over me a little more you pick up the pace of your strong thrusts. I writhe underneath you, helplessly being wonderfully fucked.
Slowing down your pace, you tease me more, but it’s only to send a different sensation. You grab the chain connecting my nipples and pull hard as you start to fuck me even harder.
You are turning this into a fuck-rodeo!

Holding onto me only by the nipple chain, each tug bringing that extra special pleasurable pain, at shoots more of that tingling ache to my pussy which is then greeted by a thick hard cock fucking it.
Again, the pace quickens, this time I cannot let it slow down.
Our moans are filling the hotel room and the exhibitionist in me is hoping we are turning on the whole floor. I am drunk on cock. I strain against my confines;
I can do nothing or be nothing but fucked, gloriously…fucked fucked FUCKED!
I feel it…..I feel it.
That initial tightening.
As a reflex, I moan out then. You let go of the cord; nibble my tits and neck and slam fast and hard into me. Your breathing is rapid, your groans animalistic.
Oohhh now….
‘I’m cumming – fuck yes, it’s that cock!’, I yell out as I feel the waves of orgasm envelope my pussy and in turn sends all that love up against your hot meat.
Oh – oh…the relief…the god-damned relief!
With only a few more thrusts you soon follow me.
You fuck, groan, and ultimately bury your cock so deep that your balls slap against me.
Now it’s your turn….you moan out only my name:
‘Debbie, fuck, Debbie’
Stopping your thrusts, you explode deep inside me. Your aching balls drain into me. You sigh, staying inside me and fall on top of me. I can tell relief is the same caliber as mine. I purr as I revel in the moment, and then softly say to you:
‘Please untie me…”

Yes, so there is our first time together, as I see it. Thanks for the great time and I can’t wait to see you out there on the ‘net again

Always,
===debbie