Oh fuck me fuck me, my mind screams. He bends...his breath hoton my thigh. My cunt juices more. Almost embarrassed. I can smell my sex fillingthe room... I feel his lips brush my burning flesh. I pull hard on the restraints. My need building, I moan in frustration. Inthe past men mounted me, fucked me, either made me cum or not. This man wasdifferent; he had control, and knew how to play a woman. There was a frustrationin me I'd never experienced before. For a moment I was almost panicky.. We write occassionaly with each other but also like to sext and exchange pictures. Two days ago she asked me to get naked and tell her one of my most loved fantasies. I told her that I would love to be dominated by a girl and forced to lick her pussy. She then turned herself into a mistress and gave me clear instructions over chat on what I had to do while storytelling at the same time. She got so much into it that, that she got wet from hurting me. She forced me to push my fingers inside my. No, it wasn’t her looks, it was the way she dressed, and the way she carried herself, that made her look like a dyke. The rest of them were probably a little over-dressed for a barbeque, but it was a first time get-together with the new neighbors, and first impressions were important. Christina probably was the only one properly dressed for the occasion, but that was no excuse. She had on a pair of blue jeans that should have been at least a half a size smaller, a black T-shirt with some rock. Now she wants to enjoy this very nice, big dick that is still in her pussy.She is still getting fucked from behind and the stranger doesn’t seem to get tired yet. Carla feels the hands of the woman on her face and after that, she feels the lips of the woman on hers. They start to make out again. The woman also touches Carla's breasts. The man behind her starts to pound harder and harder and Carla starts to moan harder and harder.“I think he is about to come too,” the woman said.“Let him come in.