Scowling, I was about to flick the intruder to voicemail when the caller’s name appeared on the stereo’s hands-free readout. Miranda Cain I knew ...nstantly that this would be no mere business call. Seeing her name emblazoned on the seven-inch screen quickened my pulse and a hungry grin formed on my face. A long-time friend and part-time fuck buddy, Miranda was a woman of extreme sexual tastes. I knew an early morning call from her would likely lead to an extraordinary evening of sexual excess.. When I was naked he told me to lie on the bed. He lay beside massaging my already erect prick and sucking my right nipple.Some time passed before he asked me to turn and lie facedown on the bed. He knelt behind me, taking my ankles and yanking my legs wide apart. He put his hands on the bed at my sides and lowered himself onto me. I felt his thick cock rubbing up and down my crack.Suddenly he stopped and I felt him oiling my hole. Her then started to rub his nob around my rim. I was. We were at it like rabbits. For the next few months we had a great sex life, and during that time she stopped dragging me to church every Sunday. She seemed to prefer a sexy lie in :)The turning point really came when we went on holiday. We went to the Canaries, where on Fuerteventura there are naturist beaches....We didn't book it for that reason, but discovered it on arrival.The first day on the beach was an eye opener. She had never seen another man naked, and there we were surrounded by. And that having a hard-on makes me more gullible for what she want to do to me. Her hypnotic whisper continues, telling me when to breath. Her hand, as she lay next to me, play with my nipples. When she pinches, I can not breath, I am not allowed to breath, I am not able to breath. As she continues, I slowly feel, her words come through. For longer and longer at a time, she pinches the nipples, and my breathing stop. Her smile get more and more excited. Her rubbing against me, close, can feel.