Chess kings Tape by Sinister_Cookie

A literotic sexstories: Chess kings Tape by Sinister_Cookie ,
Swinging and polyamory lifestyle.
Chess king, welcome to your tape. You appeared at a party. You were kind. You made friends with me quickly. Your caring attitude was a breath of fresh air.

You appear in a time when I was making the biggest leap of faith in my life, to walk out on a bad boss with no plan. Sometimes I find that life begins when the trail ends. I’m a wanderer at heart. Fast forward through several great dates to October.

Fresh mountian air filled her lungs and she scurried through the busy airport. Her eyes were darting in every direction but she couldn’t see him. A quick sweep of outside revealed he was inside checking for baggage. A nice gesture.

When he saw her his eyes lit up. A quick hug passed on from a friend followed by a longer hug and hello smooch. As they drove in the car she was wide eyed, taking it all in. He was smiling probably thinking about a few hours from now in the bed.

The dahmer show was on in the background as he pinned her to the couch. He was enjoying using his magic hands to make her squirt. Over and over, she she would. Growing louder with each one. She squirmed as he teased her clit to the point of overstimulation. It wasn’t long and she was in his bed wrapped up in a blanket burrito.

The morning air was chilly. Sunlight peeked in through the blinds. She isn’t a morning person but she is when she’s on vacation. Like a child she gets eager and excited for the days plans.

She was ready to go but didn’t want to force an early start. She removed the covers. Her hands traveled to his penis already semi erect. She inched his shorts down just enough to expose his member. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and kissed it before slowly lowering her mouth down around his shaft. When she had it mostly all swallowed she wriggled more to take it deeper. She held it there as a smile crossed his face and his eyes slowly opened. She gagged and quickly pulled back up, taking a deep breath. She went down again. This time her hand was on his shaft stroking as she sucked just passed the head. She was licking the under rim every time she came up. She had a hand on his balls but wasn’t doing too much. His balls are more sensitive and not as fond of fondling as her other partners. Somewhere between 5 and 10 she would suck it all the way down wriggling to take it deeper. She was taking all his BBC and popping get tongue out to lick the balls. On her way up she would drag the tip of her tongue all the way around the head under the rim. His moans were driving her to try harder, keep going, go deeper, and explore more with the tongue.

Eventually he pulled her off and moved her so he could play with her needy clit. Sucking cock had made her pretty wet. He was rubbing his hands through her juices, massaging her clit and grazing over her whole. She wanted his fingers inside her so bad. When he felt she was ready he thrust them in and started fucking her. He moved harder and faster as her tension built. She was lost in the euphoria of it all. Her moans so loud it may have been heard by neighbors. Sweet release as a squirt juices came flying out all over the sheet. Measured a puddle as big as a dinner plate. Then he held her, breathing with her before going in for another. Again, and again she squirted. She maintained his cock in her hands stroking most of the time. Him pausing every so often to suck or nibble a nipple and or kiss her for head. She was his property in that bed. A living doll to be used as he saw fit.

When he looked at the time he realized they had been at it for hours. He decided they should get ready. He choose her outfit for the day and then they headed off for coffee, the dom approved caffeine source.

She sat down at the picnic table with brunch in hand. Mozzarella sticks, cheese dip, and a loaded hot dog. Dam straight she ate them as inappropriately as possible. Her eyes locked with his as she dipped and then sucked every last drop of cheese sauce off the mozzarella sticks. She swallowed 1/3rd of the hotdog whole with 1 slurp. Showing her tongue after like a freshly swallowed cum load had just disappeared.

He lead her around the trails. Waiting patiently while she popped in and out of caves, looked inside tree holes, and took pictures on various lookouts.

At one point, the bustling trail grew desolate. The dreary clouds over head had an ominous glow about them. The breeze had a chill to it that was only avoided by sips of sheetz morning roast.

She sat down on the leaves, exposed her breasts and announced “oh no, a girl alone In the woods. It would be a shame if something happened to her.”

Then it appeared. The silver blade of a knife she was unaware he had. She knew she had said to get one but never saw proof he did. The blade flew upon quick. He slowly dragged it a cross her breasts as he breathing hitched up. She focused on breathing as the blade traveled all over her exposed front. He looked serious. She thought, “this is it. This is when the CNC is going down. Are you ready?”

He closed the blade and helped her up…she quickly adjusted her clothes. Laughter could be heard on the trail ahead coming her direction. She was quick to keep moving.

It’s later at dinner. They are making small talk over beautiful food. She’s drowning in queso and Bourbon. They talk briefly about future travel plans. She mentions a destination she wouldn’t mind traveling too and says if he ends up there, he’s stuck with her for a weekend. She will 100% be flying out. She wasn’t asking but the way his face lit up, said she didn’t have too.

7am on the clock. She laid there completely intertwined with him as if their 2 bodies had melted together to make 1. She was hoping he would wake up soon. He did not. 745 she got up.

8am he woke and called for her. “You could have woke me up you know!”

“OK, you pretend to sleep and I’ll come back in and put my mouth around you cock.” She called back.

She hurried into the bedroom to do just that. This time she took a different approach. She wanted to suck every last drop of his soul out. She was deep throating and sucking the whole shaft down. Moaning here and there while she tried her best to get him to climax. She was gaining speed and enjoying every inch of girth as he moaned and groaned along side every movement her moutb made. It’s so sexy when a man cuts loose and let’s the pleasure take over. When he finally came she held it as deep as she could, for as long as she could. His come had a palatable texture and mild flavor. Unlike others she has tried, it wasn’t thick or over powering. When she pulled his member out of her mouth it was still pulsing excitedly. She liked up the final 2 posts of cum and smiled up at him.

Earlier that week she had done a fair amount of bratting about water intake. After all, coffee is simply just filtered water and it even says carbonated water on the Pepsi bottle. He laid her on the bed, ass up. He began lightly spanking her. Rubbing each check between slaps. He was working his way harder and harder with each one. She did not safeword, or cuss, but did occasionally flinched from time to time or winced. He began pulling ice from a bowl and dragging it along her skin. He was gliding around to all the places his hands and mouth lobe to go. The cool sensation felt good against her warm red ass cheeks. At one point he even had a killer bongo solo. This continued until she started teeth chattering. Then he photographed his handwork and switched gears.

Of course they flooded the building out with more of her squirt. He even got out her favorite buzzy to make her pleasure a priority. He had been trying so hard to make her cum with his hands but it was always overstimulating. He delighted in watching her squirm as he held her down. His property to use and abuse for the weekend. His cum guzzling whore at his disposal. Perfectly submissive in this room.

At the trailhead she quickly realised the bike trails/rentals she had found online were not here. Misleading searches made by out of towners. So she suggested they blaze there own trail and promised not to get them lost.

The trail they made was free of outsiders. At a safe spot along the trail, no weeds or spiders, she knelt down for him. Waiting to see if she passed inspection. She quickly sucked his cock for a breif minute and then Out came the blade again.

after he drug the blade of the knife from her cheek down passed her nipple he said “Bend over and keep that butt out. No flinching. Don’t look back here. If you look back here I’ll make it worse.”

He hit her ass harder than he had before. Then he again reminded her of her position before doing the same to the other cheek. It stung both cheeks. He had mentioned going easy. She thought, what was hard like? Can he spank me into payday next week? Probably. His big black hands rubbing her red cheeks. He fingers fumbled around to the front. Of course it’s wet. So he thrust his fingers deep inside her and kept pounding and fondling until her squirt was covering the leaves below. She was trying to be quiet in case someone else was around. They made there way to a picnic table where she squirted some more.

Every time his fingers go inside her, she squirtz. Mr. Magic hands has the touch. While she has squirted in the past, it has been random and rather unpredictable. That is, until now, until she met her chess king. He seemed to have a touch that always got her going. She could flood the whole forest if only he would keep thrusting those fingers inside her.

They found themselves in a pagan themed restaurant sharing a beautiful bread bowl of crab dip. He was sipping a cider and she had ordered the orange crush that tik tok said she had too. They were Making small talk about the parties, the people, and different things connected to them. She was a 4 year veteran who had made friends with everyone. Popular was an understatement. He was a newer member who was a bit of a wall fly. She was the prom queen of the parties they admitted. “So does that make me the team captain of chess?” He asked.

“Yes I suppose so” she replied. “But the chess king still gets the girl. Nice guys don’t always finish last.” She said with a smile. He was smiling and replied “I’m glad.” She was just thinking to herself as she finished her cheesesteak and crush, how she had managed to get so lucky.

They were cuddled up on the couch unwinding from the days trek. She had put on her favorite movie, the 1987 cult classic, the lost boys. He could tell why she liked it. Long haired boys with vampire teeth. Cinema’s greatest line “Just wait till mom finds out.”

She was In a loose fitting red shirt. A red shirt he was growing tired of looking at. He had been doing some breath play with his arm against her neck off and on as they cuddled their. Her eyes were wild with surprise as she fought for air. Quickly she realised she could breath out if her nose. He breathing stayed hitched up. A flood of emotions overcame her. Most of all she was soaking wet. Just dripping.

She tried to focus on the movie. She wondered when she would have her chance to abducted by a vampire cult to make love in a cave. Then she remembered the spider in the peace cave with her other partner and left that fantasy behind.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the blade fly open. Suddenly he was ripping at her slave with the blade. He slowly and methodically worked that blade from one sleeve to the next. Passing the neck as he cut. He tossed the now ruined shirt across the room. She queefed and a giant puddle of wet spilled out of her.

He continued by running the blade all over her front side. She again shot out a puddle of wet. She waited for him to remove the knife from her skin. She took his hand and placed it inside her wet vagina. She wanted to reassure him. She wanted him to feel what he had done, to know just how badly it was aching to be used and abused. So he thrust inside and made her squirt several times.

By the end of the 2nd movie, his favorite Halloween flick, she could hardly keep her eyes open. He gently kissed her forehead and sent her to bed. She made a blanket burrito and swiftly passed out.

3am on the cellphone clock. As she peired out the window gazing at the city lights In the distance a wave of sadness hit her. When she woke, she would be heading for her flight home. No more laughter. No more forehead kisses or water bratting. She climbed back into bed and melted into his arms.

When the sun rose she only asked him if he had Tylenol before retreating to the couch with her Hoodie. She knew he was tired and needed rest. So she nursed her headache and scrolled tik tok.

Fast forward and they are in the car. She js taking a big drink of that coke she had.

He looked at her and said “you should probably drink more water.”

“It says right here that ite carnonated…” He cut her off.

“oh don’t Start that shit with me today.” While giving his best, I’ll spank you, eyes. She laughed in only a way a brat can but sent a picture of her post flight water bottle. Deep down she just wants to be his good girl after all.

They left in a really good place. She feels lucky to even have a chance. Sometimes, the ones who aren’t your type ending surprising you the most.

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72% cacoa

At dinner last night I was playing footsie. I sent him a text asking if he knew what a chocolate swap was. (Where you make out with a square of chocolate in your mouth.) I guess no one knows that. I explained it. Then we went about dinner eating our steaks, the 3 of us talking.

Afterwards we all sat on the outside seating, stalling. I pulled out the candy bar from my purse and told a dumb story about how I ended up with it. We hopped in the car and started the treck to the next destination.

Amid small talk he was talking about his upcoming Miami trip and other fun things. I took a tit out and his hand traveled to it immediately.

I looked him in the eyes at the red light and made a bold statement. “Imagine if I put a square of the chocolate on your dick and sucked it off.” His eyes went wide. My hand traveled. I could feel the precum through his shorts. He was excited.

So we went to the 2 story novelty shop. They talked about floggers and paddles. Both of them using me as a tester. We looked at angel wings. They both settled on some candles. We grabbed some of the good lube for anal (Uber Lube)

Then we ended up outside on the benches stalling again. He was standing across from me. I pulled the chocolate bar out of my purse. I Discarded the cardboard and slowly peeled back the wrapper. He and M continued their conversation. I broke off a skinny peice of chocolate and let it rest on the tip of my tongue. I started moving it in and out of my mouth, sucking it just like I would a dick. Again his eyes got wide. I continued till I made a melted mess and then swallowed the whole peice, slowly, methodically.

I broke another peice off. Long. I tool the tip of my tongue and ran it along the inside of the chocolate squares raised rim. Showing just how good I can lick under the head of a dick. Again taking it in and out slowly. He started to lick his lips. I could see the lust building.

He sat down beside me. I swallowed the peice in my mouth and loaded another one. We immediately began French kissing, swapping the chocolate between our tongues. I bet it was 3 minutes or more before we came up for air. Faces covered. Then I leaned in close and whispered “next time I see you, I’ll do your dick better than I did this chocolate” I handed him the candy bar. His face got sad. He hugged me and said he would miss me. Then made a remark about the blue balls before we parted ways.

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The house by the lake.

Last night, coming in from the party, both stripping down. Climbing into bed. Continuing to play. We were alone on the worlds loudest bed. Would the host hear us? Fuck it. Who gives a shit.

He was alternating between overstimulating my clit with his tounge and using his fingers to make me squirt. Trying so hard to get me to orgasm that my legs were shaking in pleasure.

Then I turned and took his hard cock deep in my mouth. When I had it as deep as it could go, I squirted. Alone, no help from his hands. Just let loose. I saw a smile break on his soft face. I drove down deep again, and another time the flood gates opened. “I’m not even touching you” He excitedly gasped. Down for a third. Ocean away. Gag reflex took over and I had to hop off. I’ve never squirted this much, let alone without help.

This one has shown me a whole new body I never knew I had. Every inch holding something new to discover when he explores it. And when we’re done we end up entangled. Our arms and legs weaved, facing each other. Noses close enough to touch, the rest our bodies glued together like we are one person. We just laid that way, wrapped, until we fell asleep in that same position.

So I came home to my husband. We talked for a bit. We went into 69. He could taste my date. His cum still deep in my pussy. He told me to hop on top and ride him. So I did. Then he made me suck him. Specific orders to suck my dates cum off his cock. And I did. Every last drop.