Of course I said yes.
	You gave me a soft warm kiss on my cheek, and my balls contracted.
	I could feel my cock against my briefs and pants and was hoping that it wasn't obvious and wouldn't offend you.
	Every time I moved, I could feel it against my leg, as I tried to think of something else.
	In the shower I'd tried to cool down by using cold water.
	It was no use.
	I grabbed it and tried to relieve myself by masturbating, but I couldn't climax that quickly and in the shower.
	It may have been the stress, but I gave up and finished my shower.
	As we left my place and walked out to the car, you took my arm and moved closer as we walked.
	Holding me that way, you caused a throbbing in my cock.
	I opened the door for you and as you were seated, your skirt got raised by the edge of the seat belt.
	I was afraid that I might climax right there.
	After I got in and started the car, you moved over next to me, and said something that caused me to turn toward you.
	You looked me straight in the eye, smiled and put your hand on my knee.
	I jumped a little from the contact and you smiled again.
	You informed me that you wouldn't bite.
	Your blouse was made of some kind of soft, filmy material that draped and couldn't support its own weight.
	My body was keenly aware of the cleavage visible as your breasts stretched the blouse.
	Now, my cock felt alive and ready to fracture from the pressure within.
	Your touch, your smile, your eyes, and your breasts were nearly too much for a horny man.
	I felt my briefs shift a bit as I squirmed in my seat and turned back to the steering wheel.
	You either didn't see in the darkness of the car, or you ignored my condition.
	When I asked you what you'd like to do, you'd suggested the miniature golf place.
	As I got out of the car, I stood facing away from you and the car.
	I reached down the front of my pants and tried to push my cock back in through the hole.
	My cock was too happy where it was and wasn't going back that easily.
	I heard you ask if I was okay, and I told you that I had to tuck in my shirt.
	I unbuttoned, unzipped and forced my cock back into its proper place.
	Fortunately, I just got it back and started to tuck my shirt when you came around the car.
	I could feel my cock straining even harder against those briefs.
	As I fastened and zipped the pants, you came up and took my arm and we walked over to play golf.
	We were sitting even closer than before, your hand was back on my knee and my cock took charge again.
	This time I could feel it all the way up into my stomach, and around into my ass.
	I was afraid to move my knees for fear of a repeat of earlier events.
	When we got to the restaurant, I swung both knees together, and then around and out the door.
	I sat for a moment hoping to feel an easing of the pressure.
	You put your hand on my shoulder and leaned forward to ask if I was okay.
	I felt your breast pushing into one arm and my back.
	I was not alright.
	I mean I was, but I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do about it.
	Somehow, I managed to walk you to and into the restaurant.
	After dinner, and before dessert, you excused yourself to powder your nose.
	After you left, I try to slink down low enough in the seat to open my zipper and put my cock back again.
	I pulled up the tablecloth to cover myself as it slipped out and actually hit the edge of the table.
	It hurt, but had only slight effect.
	I readied myself again and this time I really let it snap.
	My cock relaxed and somehow I managed to get it back into my briefs and fasten my trousers.
	As you bent over, sat down and scooted close to me on the soft cushioned seat, I saw your breasts again, more than before.
	Again, cock panic took over, and you kissed me.

	It looked like some evil member of a wild animal.
	He stroked it slowly, taunting her.
	She knew he would soon fuck her mouth with that hard throbbing meat.
	She was ready.
	If you don't please me, I will whip your ass with that paddle.
	He took her head in his hands and started to fuck her mouth like he had fucked her cunt with the toy.
	Long smooth strokes all the way back and almost out then back in and out.
	She gagged on his big cock, but he didn't stop.
	His cock filled her mouth and she could barely get a breath as he speeded up and was soon ramming his cock hard.
	His balls slapped her chin as he held her head and fucked her mouth.
	She looked up with wet, helpless eyes as he continued ravaging her.
	She felt like a piece of meat as he used her face for his pleasure.
	He grunted on as his cock plowed into her relentlessly.
	His grip on her head was tight and it hurt.
	She was not sucking his cock as she liked to, but simply holding her mouth open as he fucked it.
	She had absolutely no control or influence in the matter.
	She felt him stiffen and she heard moans as he pushed his cock back against her throat again and stopped.
	She gulped hard trying to keep from drowning and another spurt shot into her, and another, and another.
	She swallowed and gulped as he unloaded and emptied his balls in her.
	She washed his cock with her tongue and kissed it clean with her lips in the most loving manner.
	He took his cock away and stood and walked away without a word.
	After a few minutes, she felt him releasing her ankles and then he came to her wrists and released them.
	She tried to move them but was stiff and sore.
	It took a few moments to move from her forced position.
	I want you to go bathe now and rest for a few hours until eight o'clock.
	We are going to create a scene for the others.
	She had never been to the club, but had heard a lot about it.
	It was notorious as a very heavy place where anything could happen.
	She had heard there was a private area where the action was much more violent and sexual.
	She shivered as she wondered what the night would bring.
	She has consented to share her story with other readers.
	My husband was my university classmate and we both work as teachers in Hangzhou.
	Although I have never had sex outside marriage, I am a very liberated woman.
	I have hot sex with my husband daily except during those periods when I am menstruating.
	We both enjoy a lot of foreplay including oral sex.
	I do not find sperm something distasteful.
	Although I am hirsute, my husband enjoys me fairly bare down below.
	I do remove my pubic hair sometimes to please him.
	We also enjoy taking private photographs using our digital camera.
	I have a nude collection spanning three years.
	Since young, I have always loved my father.
	Not just infatuation or fatherly love.
	But my love for him had a sexual overtone.
	Since my teenage years, I have often masturbated in the secrecy of my own room.
	The sight of a bulge or sometimes his naked cock head would ignite wild thoughts and cravings inside my body.
	Frequently I would rush into my own room to rub myself until I had an orgasm.
	After marriage, I still harbored fantasies of sex with my father.
	However I knew that this was not possible because of the incest problem.
	I liked to address my husband as father after my son was born.
	Hence my husband did not know about my secret desires for my father.