1. Sex Extreme


    Date: 12/28/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: BradLee, Source: LushStories

    Ah, but how the body tires with age, and the beauty and virility we took for granted in our youth become our most sought after goals, ever more distant, like a ship drifting away on the horizon. How would I fare today should a similar adventure befall me? As I look down the broad, leaf filled bridleway, deep in the heart of the forest, in the very same spot where those two ladies, the vixen and her slave, had briefly taken over my existence twenty years before, I have to wonder. Would they even stop for me now, feeling me suitable for their game, man enough for their passion? At twenty five I had lived up to their challenge and played my part with conviction. Should it happen again right now, the mind would be willing, but the body? Maybe not. I smiled; as if anything like that would ever happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. That was a meeting of minds, bodies, fluids and depravity that any man would look back on and wonder, had he really been so lucky, or had he been in a haze and dreamt it all? xxx It was early September, still warm for the time of year, and the early afternoon sun was flooding through the canopy of trees. I was on my usual Sunday afternoon walk from a friends, to the country cottage were I lodged, on the other side of the forest. As it was mild, I had removed my jacket and carried it, casually slung over my shoulder as I waked, following the trail of horses hooves in the boggy peat. My white cotton shirt was loose at the neck and I ...
    wore skinny black jeans. Before me, in the leaves at the side of the path, I saw a riding crop made of black leather with a silver top. Clearly it has been dropped by a careless rider. I scooped it up, and tapped it against my palm testing its sting. I intended to drop it off at the riding school I would pass on my way home. I flicked it against my thigh as I walked, and smiled, quite content with the world. And then behind me the roar of an engine became clear, getting closer, following me up the bridleway. This was unusual as the path was not designed for vehicles or often used by them. I turned to see who was approaching. An expensive metallic red Range Rover was heading toward me at quite a speed, bouncing along the uneven track. As it drew close I could see an attractive woman with scraped back blonde hair, and with dark shades, scowling a little as she drew close. She slowed down, and her nearside window lowered as she drew alongside me. Her scowl changed to a smile as she leant over and looked me up and down. Her gaze settled on my riding crop. “Hmmm…Lord of the Manor, are we?” she teased. I gulped, a little in awe of her beauty, and I pointed ahead further up the track. “I…um…think you will need to turn back Miss,” I advised, “This track comes to a dead end for vehicles.” The woman smiled again. “You are sweet,” she purred, and she beckoned me into the car. “Come boy, jump in, and bring your riding whip too. I have some business to sort out, and you will be my perfect ...
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