1. My night with Submissive J. (A True Story.)


    Date: 4/6/2018, Categories: BDSM, Masturbation, Mature, Author: Mavic, Source: xHamster

    It was her suggestion. She would come to spend the night with me, so much better than a brief meeting at her place.. She would submit to anything I chose to do to her. I could treat her like a whore for the whole time we were together. (She loves being called 'whore'.) And I would be able to use the riding crop on her - the riding crop I had recently bought her. I stipulated that at no time was she to wear knickers. She arrived earlier than expected on a bleak afternoon in early March. A woman in her late 50s, dressed in a long winter overcoat, with knee length leather boots. Just like thousands of others of her age. But as soon as the front door was shut and locked, she put down her overnight case, smiled and removed the overcoat. She was totally naked, apart from the boots and had driven the 40 miles to my place like that. No knickers, no bra, slip, nothing. I felt her and could tell that she was freshly shaved and already wet. I led the way upstairs and she followed, the overcoat left behind. I ordered her on the bed while I undressed. 'Open your legs wide, part your labia and masturbate while I undress,' I ordered. This she did with an eagerness that presaged well for what was to follow. I got on the bed beside her and took over the masturbation, the palm of my hand pressing on her labia and clit and my two middle fingers in her cunt. I do not believe in gentle stimulation when I am masturbating a woman, so my fingers sought out her g-spot and worked hard at it. It was ...
    not long before she came: she did so noisily, violently, tremblingly, shaking and helpless with pleasure. I did not ease up. She was mine to do as I wished with and sure enough, as I expected, she started to gush. Her lovely wetness spread everywhere: down her inner thighs, over my hand and even on to the bed. I was thankful that I had anticipated that and had made sure there were spare towels on the bed covers. I withdrew my hand and went down on her with my lips and tongue, tasting her 'nectar' , indeed, swallowing it. I brushed the rest of her body all over with my lips -slowly, gently, seeking out those pleasure points that so many men in their haste to fuck, forget: brushing against her eyelids (now closed in bliss),her forehead, the tender inside of her arms and, of course, under her breasts, holding each one up in turn by its erect nipple to reach the sensitive flesh below, By now I had been erect for some time and had not penetrated her. I was hard, wet and glistening in the half light, my foreskin pulled back. Now was the time to show her that she was there for my pleasure, a whore needing to be reminded of that one fact, that she was there to submit to me, her Master - any pleasures that she might receive were incidental. I was in her. In spite of my being big and hard, she scarcely felt my entry, she was so wide and wet. Thrust after thrust, mercilessly, my whole body rubbing on her, seeking my own pleasure but at the same time giving pleasure to her. I held back ...
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