I win

Too late ! Now you can not back up. I found myself caught in my own trap. Yesterday, when the party was in full swing in our villa, Phil, my husband’s boyfriend DJ, had hooked me on fantasies. The conversation had begun “gently” but very quickly, the atmosphere and the cuts of field ‘helping, I had let go.

I explained to Phil that my trip was to see a guy get into our property and come and make love to me like that, brutally. When Phil slipped me in the hollow of my ear: “See you tomorrow! Prepare to live your fantasy, “I thought he was joking, and I answered him by tapping the bump of his fly:” Tomorrow then. But I bet you will deflate yourself and your tail! “

Yet when I saw him arrive, looking serene, I knew I could not resist him. His insurance completely destabilized me. How could Phil, the best friend of my husband, dare to show up in our villa in order to make love to me by the pool?

My head, still painful of the alcoholic excesses of the day before, was lost between dream and reality. A kiss on the mouth and a devastating smile were enough to electrify my whole body. I guessed Phil’s satisfied look behind his sunglasses, that of a man sure of his victory before he even fought. Standing in front of him, I slipped a finger between my lips already perishing with desire. I felt bitch, offered, ready for all excesses, and I found this feeling delicious. It was impossible for me to resist.

I had lost the battle, of course, but I was determined to win the war of pleasure by living a memorable orgasm under the blows of my friend’s best friend. Phil stared at my chest (which men often fantasize about!). I launched the offensive by unbuttoning his shirt. I no longer thought about the possible consequences of my actions. What would happen if my husband came back prematurely from the office and found me kissing me on the floor? I did not know, but it did not stop me.

The techno of Felix Krocher, on which we danced all night, still echoed in my ears. I was only “pursuing” this crazy evening of drunkenness and pleasure. Surprisingly, Phil was not my physical type at all, but it added spice to the game. I wanted a man able to fulfill my expectations, able to treat me like a little bitch in heat, hungry for a tail. Phil was one of those! In business, he was known to be a man with fist, intractable. I was hoping that in bed he would behave the same way …

RV2496-11A knees, subdued, I grabbed his beautiful rod that offered itself to me. My hand slid along that tail that I felt gradually grow. Phil had kept his sunglasses, which only amplified my fantasy of the “perfect unknown”.

His words, raw and authoritarian, warmed my lower abdomen and multiplied a desire already terribly intense. “Stop playing now,” Phil said in an unanswerable tone. Suck me like a good little bitch that you are! This order made me turn my head, I could no longer control myself.

I grabbed the big dick that was pointing in front of me and I swallowed greedily. “Go suck, put it all in the bottom of your mouth … Pump it well, kind of slut.”

With eyes closed, I regaled myself with these words which commanded me. Me, the bimbo, accustomed to having the men at my feet, I was led to the wand, at least to the tail of my husband’s best friend! Phil violently grabbed my hair to change the tempo of my pipe. He pushed me to take it totally in my mouth, and I made long streaks of drool on his tail.

Obedient, I sucked, licking and executing the slightest desires of my lover. It was hard to breathe with that big chunk of flesh in my throat, but this feeling of submission was so new, pleasant and exciting that I forced myself to swallow Phil as deeply as possible.

“Lie down now, I’ll sit down to dinner!” Open, offered, almost in a state of trance, I gave Phil what he wanted.

Without warning me, my bald divine spit his saliva on my pussy. That would certainly have displeased me in other circumstances. But then, it only increased my pleasure tenfold. I felt the drool flow on my pussy and down to my little hole that I imagined well dilated.

With a skilful stroke of language, Phil came sucking the juice that oozed from my thighs. I squealed under his mouth and wiggled like a worm. With a firm hand, Phil pushed my stomach to the ground to make me understand that I should not move. I obeyed!

He drooled, spat, licked his own saliva mixed with my wet, penetrated me with his fingers and came out vigorously to make me taste my juice. He was demonic, and I loved it! For my part, I secretly hoped for the arrival of my husband. I wanted him to see how his wife – whom he thought so wise – could become a bitch in the arms of a sexual guide.

“Now I will dismantle you as you deserve.” “

Legs apart, I was ready to receive the good big cock Phil in me. So when I felt he was freezing my little hole, I quickly understood what he wanted. “I will have a joy to bugger the little model woman you are, and on which all your husband’s friends fantasize! Phil was counting on sodomizing me and surprisingly, I felt unable to refuse! Without more preliminaries, he pushed to bring all his cock between my buttocks. I groaned, between pain and pleasure. Phil ordered me to shut up.

RV2496-26Lestimately none, my lover assailed me with violent blows of push between the buttocks. My husband was very rarely entitled to that. But I could not refuse Phil anything! “You like that I fuck you, right?” You’re a little slut who wants to get screwed, tell her! “

I met the expectations of my bald head and I found myself asking him to take me harder. We were in the position of the missionary, and Phil took the opportunity to slip me three fingers in the pussy to make me taste the joys of double penetration. I took my foot for the first time holding my cries of pleasure to the maximum.

My entire body was shaken by spasms. “You have enjoyed, little bitch, you like that I break your buttocks! Tell me you got that, shout it! “

Obedient and submissive, I cried to my lover what he wished to hear. I no longer recognized myself. Phil had pressed the button and had revealed the one I really was. At that very moment my body, my mind, belonged to him.

Was his thing, capable of all the follies in order to satisfy his least desires.

With a grip of iron, Phil picked me up to take me doggy style. I thought that finally, his cock was coming to visit my greedy pussy. It was wrong to know him! A spit of saliva on my little hole made me understand that the path that my lover was going to take would be that of my butt again. With one hand, I removed my already gaping eyelet.

I then felt her entire cock take possession of me. Surprisingly, my fun started to skyrocket. The comings and goings of his stem between my globes gave me a rare and unusual well-being. Phil was amusing himself to pull his tail completely out of my back door to penetrate me with unheard-of strength. “So this way, the beautiful Agathe likes to get punished …”, he commented. And it was true, I liked it!

RV2496-27 Always well stuck in the bottom of my ass, Phil pushed me to kneel by the pool, still continuing his movements of kidneys. He grunted with pleasure and kept swaying me with raw words. I was his thing, his bitch … ready to get fucked to satisfy his fantasy.

Without shame or restraint, I became aware of my sexual potential and, for a moment, it frightened me! Fortunately, Phil’s beautiful cock in my foundation quickly made me forget this little moment of trouble. I arched to the maximum to take full advantage of the assassins kidnapping of my lover. I had never been unleashed in this way.

I regretted even more that my husband did not return sooner. Maybe he too would have a click! Yes, to play the fatal women, I had let myself be caught in my own game. But today in Phil’s hands, I felt fully exist, ready to push further my sexual limits even further.

“Lie down and make me spit!” Phil’s words quickly brought me back to reality.

After having literally broken my buttocks, my lover wanted me to take it in my mouth to collect his juice. Never would I have felt capable of such a thing, and yet! Docilely, I grabbed Phil’s good cock with one hand and slid it all into my mouth.

On my knees above my face, my lover activated with force, making disappear almost all of his tail between the lips. Our bodies were soaked with sweat, and that added to the bestial side of our fuck.

“Come on, pump well, little bitch, I want to empty myself at the bottom of your mouth. “

Phil’s grunts grew louder and louder, and I knew I was about to collect his seed. But why was my husband not there? I would have loved so many big cocks drain on me!

Drawing my hair, my lover firmly “invited” me to kneel before him.

One last back and forth on his stem, and the warm, thick juice poured over my tongue strained and greedy. Phil ordered me to keep everything in his mouth for a few moments to enjoy his juice, then he begged me to swallow.

What I did without hesitation. To finish, I cleaned my tail with my tongue that had given me so much pleasure. This story has changed my life. True, I lost my image as a faithful wife but, thanks to Phil, I feel more woman than ever. And I want to continue the adventure of sex without limits!