Esther’s Secret Desires 1

Esther’s Secret Desires, Ch. 1
by Romeo

At home alone for a day, I had been getting all worked up for an afternoon of elaborate self-pleasuring by looking at spicy pictures and videos on the computer, when I took a break. I fooled myself by thinking I was going to cool down a bit. I went downstairs and into the living room wearing only a dark blue sports wooly, one of my favorite garments for naughty games. It covers my butt and pleasure equipment only just, and when the magic flute is erect I can easily let it peep into daylight.

A thread of pre-cum had come down almost as far as my knees and wetted the upper legs. I took a chair, put my feet onto a table, spread my knees and stroked the almost painfully hard love wand and greased the head with pre-cum. A woman came by, walking her dog, but she didn’t look in my direction. If she had, she still wouldn’t hardly have seen anything. Then I went to the kitchen and opened the glass sliding door to the terrace and the garden. Leaning against a sideboard I milked myself, either directly or through the pockets of the wooly.

With the nice, and rather warm, weather, I couldn’t resist the temptation to go outside. The garden is secluded, but it would still be a little bit daring. I might be seen from the first floor of a house at the back, less than three hundred feet off, as long as I was on the terrace and a few steps deeper into the garden. A pretty woman in her late twenties, living with her parents again for a year or so, had her room there. Being a flight attendant, working for a carrier that specializes in holiday destinations around the Mediterranean, she was often away though. And she often slept well into the day after a night flight.

I knew the girl’s name was Esther. At the rare occasions when I saw her, I always feasted my eyes on her appearance. With her slim figure, midsized cute breasts and long legs she had an elegant, classy emanation, and would effortlessly attract others, both men and women, although that kind of women can also seem somewhat unattainable.

The shutters of her window were closed, which most likely meant that she was either at work or asleep. I was so tremendously heated up in my nasty exhibitionistic mind that I knew I would come with just a few strokes. And I couldn’t care less if the shutters suddenly might be opened. Gasping and moaning I worked towards an orgasm. It was so intense that it seemed to go on even after the last jet had been discharged.

The shutters remained closed, or so I thought…

About a week later, I was cutting some ivy near the drive of my garage, which borders the street at which the rear neighbors live. I saw Esther coming home and parking her car. She waved at me and got out, as expected still wearing her uniform. But instead of going into the house, she walked up to me with a smile from ear to ear.

“I finally get the opportunity to thank you,” she said.

“Uh…may I ask for what?” There was a naughty expression on her face. Slowly the coin started dropping. “Oh my God! I thought…I was…I don’t know what to say…”

“Please don’t be embarrassed. I tremendously enjoyed the show. It was really delicious to watch.”

She explained that the shutters didn’t join completely when closed. When she woke up she peeked outside to see what the weather was like. Furthermore she told in covered wording that the scene had inspired her to do naughty and very pleasant things, and that she was very grateful for that.

“Don’t hesitate to do it again. I might do something for you…” She turned to walk away, then looked back. “By the way, that wooly makes you look very sexy.” After throwing me a naughty smile she headed home with a tantalizing sway.

One day I was putting away some clothes in a room at the back, on the first floor, from where I had an even better view of Esther’s room. I noticed that she was at home, doing her long, curly blond hair. Suddenly she turned her head. When she saw me she waved and made gestures of writing something down. It seemed that she wanted to signal something. I put up an index finger, to indicate that she should hold on. After I had grabbed a pen and paper from another room and had reappeared at the window, she signaled a series of figures with her fingers; a mobile number. I raised both thumbs to confirm reception, and to show my appreciation as well. She blew me a kiss and seemed to leave the room.

Excited as I was (who was I to receive the attention of such a beautiful and sexy woman?), I also realized that this was just about playing a daring game; I didn’t expect it to evolve into any physical contact. Nevertheless, one should hit while the iron is hot, and I would contact her soon. Furthermore, I was extremely curious as to what she had meant by, “I might do something for you.” A few days later, when I saw her car parked at her house after coming home from a stroll, I called her.

“Lovely!” she said. “Thanks for calling. I was hoping you would contact me before long so that we might talk about some arrangements.”

In order to not let it depend on coincidence, we agreed that we would coordinate if either of us expected a “window of opportunity” to present itself in the near future. Conditions would obviously have to be right, for instance the weather. Then she revealed what would be her contribution. If she put the shutters of her window at a certain angle, she could make sure that she would be visible only for me. That meant that she could expose herself, as she put it, making the game more exciting and enjoyable for both of us.

The first window of opportunity might come up in the long weekend of the May holiday period, when a lot of people would be away from home for a couple of days, among them Esther’s parents. Unfortunately she had to work, but we were able to make an appointment for an afternoon of a day when I would also have the house to myself. The weather seemed to be cooperating.

The prospect of what I was about to enjoy made any introductory action entirely superfluous. Hours before the arranged time I was wandering around half naked, excessively horny and with a proud hard-on. Because of the rather warm weather, I had decided to wear a dark shirt, fastened with a knot near the belly button. Obviously I couldn’t refrain from touching myself, but did it very carefully.

I went outside when I saw her appearing at the window, wearing a rather short white robe of a seemingly silky fabric. Below that robe were white stockings with lacy tops, presumably held up by a garter belt. We waved to each other. She briefly leaned over the windowsill, which was low enough to show herself down to about half way her thighs. Then she ever so slowly opened the sash, let the robe fall open and put a hand on her hip, tilting her pelvis a bit. She was clearly teasing me and I loved it. The next step was letting the robe slide down from her shoulders. Her white push-up bra left a good part of her tits bare. With her tiny panties that had little bows on either side, she looked absolutely stunning and very seductive. A hand brushed a tit, the other visited the sacred spot between her legs for a moment by entering the panties.

No doubt she herself was as conscious as I was of the extreme erotic vigor and the whipping effect of our wicked, shameless exhibitionism, rendering immense feelings of pleasure, to ourselves and to one another. The movements of her hands and her body spoke volumes.

I stroked myself slowly as she unclasped her bra at the front and removed it. Then she cupped both tits, squeezed them, and pinched her nipples. Wriggling her hips she started to unfasten the bows of the panties, taking her time, but with one hand she kept the flimsy thing in place at the front. She put her free hand behind her head, turned around and let me admire her awesome butt, evenly tanned like the remainder of her body, squirming. It was a skilled display of breathtaking female beauty.

When she was facing me again, she pulled the panties a few times back and forth along her pussy and her butt crack before throwing them away. She parted her legs and started fucking herself. Slowly at first but soon more fiercely, every now and then bending over, putting her other hand on the windowsill, the swinging tits following her movements. Once she licked her juices from her fingers and resumed the fucking. I was cautious with my milking, hoping to be able to synchronize my orgasm with hers. Suddenly Esther raised her left hand and put the tips of the index finger and the thumb together, forming an “O.” I interpreted this as a signal that her orgasm was closing in. As her body grew numb for a second, mine began to cramp under the power of my own orgasm. She seemed to let out a silent scream, convulsing and supporting herself by holding onto the windowsill.

Having recovered a bit, she raised a thumb, blew me a kiss over the hand she had fucked herself with and closed the shutters.

More than a week after that delicious and bold game, I was visiting my favorite bookshop downtown. At one of the display stands of new books, I was reading the back cover of a book, when I suddenly noticed that someone was standing next to me. When I looked up, it turned out to be Esther.

“Hi,” she said. “Lovely coincidence.” She kissed me on the cheek, covered her voice with a hand and whispered in my ear, “Unfortunately you’re decently dressed.” We both laughed out loud. Then she went on, “How about having a drink on a terrace at the marketplace when you’re done here?”

“After such a proposal, I’m immediately done here.”

We took to the street and I offered her my arm. “Thanks for the wonderful game,” she said. “I had an orgasm like an afterburning military jet.”

“Thank you. I almost collapsed when mine hit.”

On the terrace we chose a table with a slim chance of being eavesdropped. After we had ordered a pint, she said, “I would like you to know that I find you very attractive. Actually, I have been thinking of taking things between us a few steps further, to put it mildly.” I looked at her with eyes like saucers. Did I really hear what I thought I was hearing? And did it mean what I thought it meant? Anyhow, there was a very pleasant tingling feeling in the lower part of my body.

“Um…My dear Esther, to start with, I’m happily married. And furthermore, people who are seeing us together probably think that I’m shopping or sightseeing with my daughter, if you get what I mean.”

“My dear René, to start with, you may be happily married, but I have the strong impression that there is something missing, something you try and compensate for by playing with yourself. I have more than once caught a glimpse of you, wandering about the house in an evident state of arousal, while your wife was away. Which I enjoyed very much, by the way. Furthermore, I don’t see any problem whatsoever in the age difference. We’re not going to be married. It could even make things more interesting. What’s really important in the field of what we are talking about is attitude, passion, skill, and respect. You are sexy, I’m inclined to think you are passionate and skilled, and that you treat a woman with more respect than a number of men of my age that I have met.”

The clever girl hit a few nails on the head. I admitted to her that I was running dry for almost nine years.

“My goodness! That is serious!”

“Yes it is, all the more so since I have an obscene mind and a surplus of testosterone. But there is more compensation than you think.”

“Such as?”

“I’ve met a sweet, likeminded, sexy woman on the internet, who is in a somewhat comparable situation. She is well aware of the importance of sex in life. And what she wants is pretty much in line with my desires. There is one important limitation though; she lives on the other side of the Atlantic.”

“Ah…So it’s cybersex.”

“Occasionally. We also talk or message about other things. I’ve come to appreciate the relation very much and that is mutual. Besides I’m writing erotic stories.”

“Really? That is most interesting! However, roughly summarized is what you do very nice, but virtual. Just as virtual as masturbating is, actually.” She sipped from her beer. “It can’t entirely replace the real thing…I think for a man not to be physically with a woman for such a long time is simply unhealthy, frustrating and in the long run unbearable. At least it would be for me. Let me do some creative thinking. Now tell me more about your stories…”

One day she sent me a text message, asking me whether we might meet in a safe place, sometime in the coming days. She had done some homework and would like to tell me the result, which was described as “good news.” I replied that I had an appointment for a haircut downtown shortly and that we might meet thereafter, if that was convenient for her. The terrace where we went earlier seemed safe enough.

Apparently the naughty little devil didn’t let the grass grow under her feet. Of course I was elated, although sometimes I wondered whether it was sensible to get involved in an extramarital affair, let alone with “the girl next-door,” but after so many years of celibacy those thoughts were short-lived. Besides, I had always had my doubts about how monogamous the average man really is, when it comes to fulfilling his sexual desires, certainly if he is endowed with an above average sex-drive.

She was having a cappuccino when I arrived, and I ordered one as well after we had exchanged kisses.

“I’m curious.”

“I happen to have a girlfriend, called Belinda,” she launched out, “who is also a flight attendant, but unlike me she works for KLM. She flies longer distances than me, and on larger aircraft. As you will probably know it is common practice to change crews on long flights, for instance on the Netherlands Antilles during a layover of a flight to Peru. The incoming crew stays there for a few nights and takes over a return flight to Amsterdam. This means that she is away for longer periods.” As she paused when my cappuccino was served, I noticed that her nipples were poking into the fabric of her light blue top.

“Belinda is renting an apartment not far from here,” she went on. “As she is single, during her absence the apartment might be used for other purposes. I have spoken with her, and she has no objections whatsoever to give me a spare key and let me stay there whenever it pleases me, provided I tidy up a bit before I leave, as she put it with a naughty smile.”

“Sounds absolutely marvelous!”

“Doesn’t it? The only thing we have to do is organize a suitable moment. I would say we’ve got ourselves a love nest in the making. Although, in the making…”

That last bit made a thought of the ‘one-plus-one-is-two’-type briefly cross my dirty mind, but I decided not to go into that, yet. Instead I said, “Sounds like the lady has been reading some stories.”

“Mmm. Hot stuff, in more than one respect! Well-crafted and deliciously nasty. Loved the exhibitionism and the dirty language. I got immensely worked up and had the most wonderful orgasms while reading them. Moreover you gave me some hot ideas. Actually, I’m thinking of carrying out one right now…”

Initially I wondered what hot idea could be materialized at a public place in broad daylight, but when my astonished gaze was answered with a “you-wait-and-see” expression, I slowly started to apprehend what she had in mind.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Having returned she sat down beside me again, took something white out of her purse that in the eyes of a casual onlooker might pass for a handkerchief, and pushed it into my pocket. It was evident what it was, or rather what they were. Leaning over and treating me to a delicious glance into her top, she whispered in my ear, “Imagine that you’re ramming your orgasm piston deep inside me when you wrap them around its head. Fill them with lots of hot cum.”

Her words, although superfluous, and the mere thought of doing what she said, as well as the knowledge that she was now nude under her short skirt, caused my already semi-hard magic flute to grow to full size very rapidly. Sensing my feelings she went on whispering, “Exciting, isn’t it?” Then she grabbed between my legs and squeezed. “I’m looking forward to playing with this toy, to have it in my mouth, but most of all to feel it moving inside me. I’m getting so wet just thinking about fucking you…” Then she looked around briefly, and being confident enough that the table cover would conceal what was going on underneath, she took my hand and put it on her thigh. As she parted her legs a bit, it was a clear invitation that I was very eager to accept, letting my fingers slowly crawl upwards along her warm and moist skin. She moaned softly. When I reached the wet leaves of her flower of love, she let out a short “Oh!” and struck a hand before her mouth.

We had to be patient, but I was already immensely satisfied with the thrilling new development in my life. Moreover, the prospect of the delicious events that the future most likely had in store was a turn-on in itself. Playing with Esther’s panties was obviously a great joy, enhanced by some explicit pictures she had sent me, including ones that showed awesome parts of her anatomy at close quarters.

Sooner than expected the signs turned green. My wife had made plans to visit her younger sister for two or three days, which would coincide with Belinda being on a flight with a layover in the Emirates. Esther managed to get a few days off by exchanging duties with a colleague.

Excited, and with my heart beating in my throat, I drove to the downtown apartment on the evening of a nice warm spring day, when dusk had already set in. The apartment was situated on the first floor of the building. Esther’s appearance when she opened the door was ravishing. She was wearing a long black evening dress with a very low-cut neckline, covering her breasts only half, and a slit at the right side that ran up as far as her hip. Her black shoes were open with very high heels, accentuating the length of her legs. She had not been reticent with her makeup, but without overdoing it. Her jewelry consisted of a string of pearls around her neck, large round silver earrings and ditto bracelets. She drove her tongue into my mouth and pushed her pelvis against my erection.

“Like what you see?” she said, with a seductive smile after breaking the kiss.

“Magnificent…You are an eye candy!”

“Shall I lead the way?” As she turned around she showed off her back, where the dress was equally low cut, and of course her butt, the fabric perfectly outlining the shape of it. The way she moved made it evident that she was well aware of her sexy and seductive show.

The interior was modern and light, but at the same time comfortable, with some feminine touches. There was parquet on the floor, partly covered with a light beige carpet in the sitting area. A number of candles created a cozy atmosphere. The curtains were closed, but Esther showed me that there were glass sliding doors behind them that gave way to a spacious balcony. “From the bedroom there is also access to it. So it can serve as an extension to the playground.”

“Nice.”

“I can imagine the kind of feelings you’re having under the circumstances,” she went on, “but I would propose to move forward slowly. We have a whole night ahead of us. I’m going to pour us a glass of Burgundy. Belinda has some very good wines.”

This girl knew how to tease. And she was of course right; some more patience would in the end make the enticing candy even more delicious.

Having filled the glasses, she sat down on a white leather sofa, which contrasted nicely with her dress, and in doing so uncovering the entire length of her tanned right leg. I took a comfortable arm-chair next to the fireplace, with an obvious view of that charming asset, as well as of her tits, their nipples protruding into the fabric of her dress.

“Before I forget, I brought something that’s yours,” I said, pulling her panties out of my pocket.”

“Ah…And?”

“There are three discharges in them. It’s such an immense turn-on to play with one of the most intimate pieces of female clothing, even more so when looking at awesome pictures of what has been in it. Puts me on cloud seven.”

“Nice to hear that. Presumably I can make you happy with another pair. How about the ones I’m wearing? The ones that are being stained by my creamy juices right now, oozing from between my pussy lips. Would you like to have them, horny boy?”

“I’d love to.”

She stood up, slid her hand into the slit of her dress, pulled the panties down and stepped out of them. Then she grabbed the flimsy thing and tossed it into my lap. It was made of black, partly see-through polyamide, and had a very small white bow on either side. I pushed the wet gusset to my nose and snuffed the delicious spicy scent of her juices.

“I want to tell you a bit about my somewhat dark and let’s say unconventional desires,” she said after sitting down again, and took a nip from her wine. “Mmm, excellent indeed!”

“Um…things a decent woman is not supposed to desire, let alone do…”

“Exactly! And I’m convinced you have those types of desires too, with your obscene mind.”

“Of course!” This conversation was clearly serving a purpose; it was aimed at further increasing and enhancing the already huge sexual tension. “I’m all ears.”

“Well, to start with, I very much recognize myself in the Caroline character you have created in your stories; I love to do all those things too, and more. Obviously the ordinary bothers of life can get in the way, but whenever I get the chance, I live out my horny desires to the full extent, immersing myself in licentious, unrestrained lust…Preferably together with someone else.”

“Mm…Sounds good. Might that include,” I probed, “an intimate friendship with Belinda?”

“It does indeed. I knew you had figured that out already. The bed we will share tonight, where you will eat out my dripping wet pussy and where you will fuck me, where you will squirt your hot cream all over my horny body…or into my yearning cunt…that bed has been the scene of some extremely hot lovemaking between two girls. Doesn’t that turn you on? Fucking in the same bed where two women have been tribbing?” She put a hand into her dress and squeezed a breast. The other went in another, lower direction.

This was driving me completely wild and that was exactly what she was after. We were now well beyond a conversation and had entered the foreplay. Or maybe I should say the foreplay of the foreplay.

“My God! I was already very much turned on upon arrival, but you are pushing boundaries.”

“Thought I would. And I know you love it. I can see you do. You’re hard and wet, aren’t you, listening to my dirty talk. Imagine that you would be able to see Belinda and me kissing hungrily, sucking tits and licking each other’s clits, while you’re watching, stroking yourself…Imagine how delicious it will be when we drag you in…”

I couldn’t remember when I had been so vastly heated up by a woman, ever. Just by talking. She was truly a pro, and as she was going to demonstrate, not only with her use of words. She stood up, positioned herself on her knees between my legs and pulled my zipper open.

“Ah, no underpants. I got that impression already. Very sexy and very helpful.”

As soon as the magic flute had jumped free, she let her tongue slowly slide along the shaft a few times, licked the pre-cum from the tip, and subsequently took the head into her hungry mouth. What followed was a display of stunning skill in the treatment of the toy and in rendering the uttermost joy, with a combination of sucking, licking, biting, and wanking and twisting the shaft. The delight was indescribable. But the girl also knew full well when to stop. She didn’t see a reason to stow the toy, though.

When she sat down again, she continued the disclosure of her hot desires. “What I told you so far was of course rather mild,” she said, after sipping from her wine. “Now I’ll tell you about my other cravings. I love to be the object of submission. Not in a hard SM way, but just being completely helpless and in the power of my master or mistress. Belinda gives me such a delightful treatment every now and then, for instance by tying me down on her bed, face either up or down.”

“Sounds great! I’ve little experience with such a game, but I think I might be at your service.”

“I hoped you would. I’m not thinking of doing something like that tonight though…It’s more or less an introduction to a step into darker, secret desires. I would love to mimic something that in reality is regarded as a taboo, as conventionally and socially unacceptable. A bit similar to what your character Caroline does in the ‘Devotion’ story.”

“Please tell me.” I stroked myself slowly and cautiously.

“Remember what I said when you had commented on the age difference between us? Part of my reaction was that it might make things more interesting. Well, I have never been into it in real life, but when I was a young girl, say from the age of fifteen, I had strong and vivid fantasies about playing forbidden games with my father, being dominated by him, and wanting to please him. Not going as far as being fucked, at least not initially, but imagining for instance that he punished me for something by spanking my bare ass, and in between touched my pussy. And then I would beg him to go on touching me, until I reached an orgasm. Things like that. I got a lot of wonderful orgasms as a result of such fantasies.”

“I see. So you want to play daddy’s sweetheart, acting out your old fantasies. As a former amateur actor I think I might render a reasonable performance.”

“That would be fantastic!”

“We might do a little trial,” I said. “As a sort of an exercise.”

“Oh yes! I would love that!”

“I think I will call you baby girl, or little pet. Kitten is also nice. We’re going back in time; you have just turned sixteen. Your mother is away for a few days, and I have just come home, after working late. I find you sitting here, dressed as you are now.”

“Sounds perfect…”

“So…Looks like you have been out, baby girl.”

“Yes Daddy, I have.”

“And by dressing like that you have been putting your sexy body on display, haven’t you, horny little slut?”

“Mmm.”

“Say it!”

“Yes, Daddy, I have been putting my sexy, hot body on display. That was so delicious. I am a horny little slut.”

“I know that you love to do that, showing off your tits and their hard nipples, and your long cum-begging legs, no doubt wriggling your I-am-very-fuckable little butt…I bet you have let yourself get felt up through that nasty, whorish slit. Perhaps you’re not even wearing panties, shameless little thing.”

She was restlessly moving her butt, squirming almost, clearly enjoying the game. “No I don’t, Daddy. It feels so lovely when my girl juices dribble down my thighs.”

“But you know what is going to happen, don’t you baby girl? Like always when you have been naughty.”

“Yes, Daddy, I know. You are going to punish me, the way you always do.”

I went to sit next to her. “Pull up that slutty fuck-me dress and lie down across my lap, little pet, so that I can spank your naughty butt.” She was obviously eager to obey, and pushed her naked hip against my hard rod, her legs a tiny bit parted, so that I eventually would be able to reach the real target of this hot game.

For a brief moment I hesitated, but realized that if I didn’t go on, I would break the enchantment and spoil her fun. I divided my blows evenly over her beautiful buttocks, but limited the force. She moaned and squirmed. Gradually the spanking turned into caressing her soft skin. Then I let my middle finger slowly slide through her butt crack, briefly pausing at her ass hole and pressing it, until the entrance to her creamy sanctuary was found, and her swollen clit. She let out a sharp cry.

“My kitten loves it when Daddy touches her there, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes, Daddy, I do! Please fuck me with your fingers…please…”

Now I was the one who was eager to fulfill her wishes. After all the foreplay with words, I didn’t expect she would need much time to reach an orgasm. I let my thumb concentrate on her clitty as my fingers went in and out of her wet love tunnel.

“Oh my God, Daddy, your baby girl is going to come…I’m co…COOOOMMIIING!!! AAAAAHH!!!”

Her body was shaking fiercely under what she later told was one of the most powerful orgasms she had lately. Her juices ran over my hand. When the spasms had eventually subsided, she let out a satisfied sigh, put a foot on the floor and rose.

When she stood before me I said, “That wasn’t bad for a trial, don’t you think?”

“Magnificent! Thank you.” She kissed me.

“My pleasure, young lady.”

“Actually,” she said, pulling her lower lip down with a finger, like little girls do sometimes, “actually this was so delicious, that I would love to continue our role play, unless you don’t want to.”

“How could I refuse a wish of my baby girl?”

She threw her arms around my neck, locked her mouth on mine and kissed me wildly until we both had to gasp for air. “That is so sweet!”

“You mean, that is so sweet, Daddy.”

“Yes, of course!” She laughed out loud.

“Okay, now that you have received your punishment, my little horny pet, I want you to please Daddy.”

“I love to please you, Daddy! I will do anything and everything to please you.”

“That’s a good girl. Now Daddy wants you to take off that naughty dress, and show him your naked sexy body that he wants to play with as long as it pleases him. You are my toy tonight, little princess.”

“Yes, Daddy, I want to be your toy. I do want that so much!”

Seductively squirming her hips, she pushed the spaghetti bands of her dress over her shoulders, let it slide down slowly, and graciously stepped out of it. With a hand on her hip she tilted her pelvis and let me admire her beauty in all its naked glory. From the pictures I already knew that she was depilated, apart from a nicely trimmed landing strip.

“My God, you are awesome, baby girl! So desirable!”

She gazed at me with a look as if she was in a state of absolute bliss, almost hypnotized.

“Take a few steps back, my little pet, cup your tits, pinch your hard nipples, move as sexily as you can, and keep doing that, while Daddy takes off his clothes and then gives you new orders for pleasing him.”

“Oh, Daddy, this is so wonderful! My hot juices keep flowing along my legs.”

“That is delightful, stay all wet and creamy for Daddy, sweetie.” I let my eyes feast on her while I undressed. Sitting down on the sofa again, I went on, “I want you to crawl over the carpet, little kitten, nicely on your elbows and knees, submissively pointing up your delicious butt, and showing off the entrance of your wet love tunnel.”

My cock was almost bursting as I watched her hot movements. Meanwhile the room was filled with a strong, spicy scent of sex, with a touch of perfume.

“That’s it, my kitten, squirm for me. Daddy is very pleased. Now stop and spread your yearning pussy lips with your fingers, so that I can have a look into your hot little tunnel.” Moaning, she did as she was told, resting her head on her other arm. “Beautiful. Touch your clitty…You love to please Daddy like this, don’t you baby girl?”

“Oh yes, I do and I am completely immersed in wanton, shameless lust!”

“Good. Get up and come over to me. I want you to sit on my lap, pushing your little cunt against my hard fucking toy, and ride it, like you used to do when you were younger. But this time there is no clothing or panties that separate our bodies.”

While she was moving back and forth I played with her tits. Delicious as it all was, if I let her continue, she would soon ride me to an orgasm I did not want yet. It was sensible to call for a short break.

I had anticipated a hot night, but I couldn’t have dreamt of the level of excessive horniness and boundless lust Esther had managed to create. It was the first time ever that I had played this kind of game, and I was amazed as to how mind-blowingly hot it was. Probably the “taboo” content had something to do with it, but certainly the almost inherent fact that it involved a lot of filthy language.

“I think my baby girl will love to please Daddy by offering her lustful wet pussy to be entered by his eager rod.”

“Of course, Daddy! Please take me…Fill your kitten’s hungry cunt!”

“That is music to my ears, as you know full well.”

“I also think I know how you like to have me. You want to take your baby girl from behind, while she’s submissively bending over, preferably exposing herself, for instance on the balcony, don’t you?”

I hadn’t told her that, but she might have guessed it from my stories. Or it was an indication that she herself favored that position. Anyway, it was a signal that she wanted some exhibitionistic action on the balcony, but probably not the “grand finale.” I knew there was a park at the back of the building, from where we might be seen, although that was unlikely at this time.

“Yes, that will be very hot, my little pet.”

She opened the curtains a bit, slid the glass door aside and stepped outside. “Oh…That sultry air feels fantastic!” Apparently it inspired her to show off her beauty once more, by walking around the spacious balcony with her hands folded behind her head, rocking her hips and moving them in circles, mimicking a belly-dancer. “Doesn’t this look nice, Daddy?” She giggled like a schoolgirl.

“I would say mesmerizing, little kitten! Now I want you in Daddy’s favorite fucking position.”

Having put her hands on top of the balustrade she spread her legs; a lovely, surrendering pose, expressing “I’m ready for you.” Standing behind her, I teasingly let my rock-hard rod slide through her butt crack and along her flower, pushing the shaft against it.

“Oh, I think I have to pee, Daddy. You like being peed on, don’t you? My warm pee squirting all over your sizzling hot fucking toy…?” Before ending the last sentence, she started the execution of her announcement.

“Oh yes! That feels so good, baby girl. It’s so deliciously naughty…You’re making Daddy very happy.”

The flow stopped. “Are you going to fuck your little pet now?”

“Sure. I’m going to cup your naughty titties and slide my toy between your waiting cunt lips.”

I started slowly, all the way in and all the way out again, squeezing her tits and pinching her hard nipples. She was moaning and gasping. The temptation to step up the rhythm and to go on was strong, but we both knew that postponement would in the end be very rewarding; after all, the longer the fuse, the more powerful the explosion.

After a few more strokes I withdrew, made her stand upright and turn around. I took her in my arms and said, “I’m stepping out of my role, darling, to tell you that you have no idea how delightful it is to really be with a woman again after all those years, and such a beautiful and sexy one…Thank you Esther.“

“That is sweet!” She kissed me. “I do have an idea. Besides, you might think that a woman in my line of work has ample opportunities to be laid frequently, but the reality is not so wild. I haven‘t been with a man for more than a year, when I had a boyfriend. And I’m completely honest when I tell you that I have rarely experienced the skills and gentleness you are displaying.”

She took my hand and guided me to the bedroom…

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Chapter 2 >>

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7 thoughts on “Esther’s Secret Desires 1

  1. That is so very hot!!! I am able to step into his role being 55 myself. Hope to read more of your fantasys.

  2. Never got to have a lady peeing on my cock. Sounds hot! I have peed inside a pussy and come afterwards!

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