I pulled my Dick out, she got a big breath. Forced it in. Multiple times. Over and and over. She was practically bouncing off the bed. Never had been ...leased like this before. Finally I had my fun. Get the fuck out. “What??” She panted. Why I thought. I said you will do as I say. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Home. She got up, and started to walk out. I snuck up behind her and pushed her against the wall. I changed my mind, you fucking whore. Spread your legs. She Did as she was told and I drove. He was going to be on holiday in Spain, and I was there with my yacht.We agreed to meet at the marina bar and see what happens.When we eventually met up, I knew all I wanted was his cock, but I needed to be in control, and as he has a severe stockings fetish, I was wearing the right clothes to entice him into my way of thinking.After a quick chat and few drinks we went back to my yacht, as we started to kiss and just as we got into the bedroom I grabbed some used stockings from the floor. The. The stranger between my thighs knew exactly how to hit the right spot, exactly how to tease me into a frenzy. As their tongue circled over my clit, something was pushed inside me – a vibrator – something so big it almost made me gasp. I wanted to part my legs even wider, but the bar would not allow me to. I writhed with pleasure and the licking became faster and the pressure on my clit increased. I was close, so close, breathing hard, panting, my mouth wide open. Michael plunged his cock. He liked even more having her rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat.They went to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Unlike the night before, Ann Marie didn't pick at her food; she dove right in. All the sex must have built up her appetite, too. Or maybe the nervousness was gone and she felt comfortable enough around him to let down her guard.The menu was varied enough that they split a couple of appetizers before ordering their entrees. Jake was pleasantly surprised that.