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Femdom story - Carla's new slave




cumeating, forced ****, cum licking femdom story


  
  
  
This  is  a  true  story,  embellished as it may be because of time, the
language and the events did occur.
 
I  was  in  the  army  stationed at Ft.Hood. My wife of 18 months and I
lived  in a trailer park. My wife was about eight months pregnant at the
time and it had been over a month since I had engaged in sex. I was in a
constant state of arousal.
 
I  had  been  interested  in the lady next door from the moment we first
met.  It  wasn't  that  she  was overly good looking, although she had a
terrific  body,  I  know because bikinis were just then in vogue and she
wore them any time she could. It was her demeanor that attracted me. She
was a pure ****!
 
Carla  was  a  very aggressive woman, course and vulgar. She cursed like
her  husband,  and all First Sergeants cursed a blue streak. She was the
first  woman I ever heard say the word "****." It excited me to hear her
speak that way. She acted as though she was an absolute **** machine,
always  mentioning  her  and  her  husbands  love  life.  Making  little
innuendos about sex. She once ask me a riddle. Did I know the difference
between  a  woman  and a watermelon. I couldn't answer, even had I known
the  answer.  She waited a few seconds and with a leer said "you have to
cut  a  watermelon  before  you  eat it." I looked at her and she smiled
broadly,  my  hand  visibly  trembled Carla's eyes narrowed to a look of
feigned  disappointment  on her face and with pouting lips she said "The
only trouble is George doesn't know the difference "
 
I could really feel my **** growing, by leaps and bounds!
 
Carla reached out and with her fingers caressed my lips. I couldn't help
myself,  I  opened  my lips and allowed her caress the tip of my tongue.
She  gave  me  that  slutty, know-it-all smile I blushed slightly and my
**** was suddenly at full mast. "But you do, don't you" Carla flirted.
 
"I'll  bet  that  little  tongue  of  yours  knows  exactly  what to do"
Unfortunately  my  wife  approached  about  that  time  and  Carla and I
reverted to being just friends.
 
The  other  women  in the park really hated Carla because she constantly
flirted with all the guys.
 
My  wife  despised her and after the first couple of weeks wouldn't even
say  hello to her. I guess the feeling was mutual because although Carla
was friendly with me she ignored my wife.
 
Carla was always sexually teasing me, especially since she had found out
that  I  was no longer "gettin' any" from my wife. She was never careful
with  her dress when we all sat around in a group outside. Many a time I
caught  myself  trying  to get a little bit better look up between those
sleek  thighs.  On several occasions she saw me peeking. I was mortified
but she only grinned lewdly and shifted so that I could see more of her.
Almost any occasion where we alone, or out of hearing with other people,
Carla  would bring up sex. She was always telling me that she didn't get
enough  sex and more than that she said that the kind of sex she got was
not what she needed.
 
I  must have been very naive back in those days or maybe I was trying to
communicate some thing to her. "What's that Carla."
Once  again  Carla placed the tip of her finger against my lips. "These"
she  whispered.  "And  this" she spread my lips and rubbed the tip of my
tongue with her finger. "I've been wondering just how it would feel"
 
"Really" I said with a stutter.
 
"Yes, really."
 
Carla  looked  at  me  provocatively,  her  finger  entered my mouth and
flicked across my tongue "I have fantasized about it in fact."
 
I  was definitely getting hot. Carla glanced down at my crotch. I looked
down at my crotch! "Mmm.." she murmured. "I think I've hit a nerve"
 
"Wha..., what do you mean" I stammered.
 
"Well,  from  the  looks  of  that"  and  she glanced down at my bulging
crotch, "I think we may have a common interest"
 
"What, what? I don't know what you mean" I said breathlessly.
 
"Com' on baby, I see the way you act when I give you a peek at my ****.
I know that look" God! She had said ****, that really turned me on!!
 
"What look" I replied, knowing where this was heading.
 
"That  hungry  look"  she  whispered and licked her lips. "The look I've
seen just before I get my **** sucked "
 
Oh..,  my..,  god!  She had actually said it! I knew from the start what
she  was  talking  about  but  to  hear her say it, say it to me made me
tremble violently.
 
I've  had  fantasies  about  eating **** ever since I was old enough to
jerk-off  but  I  thought  that women would think me weird if they knew.
Here  was a woman that didn't think it was weird, in fact it was obvious
that she loved it.
 
I  was  just  about  to  take  a  chance,  say  some  thing she couldn't
misinterpret,  some  thing that would either get me in trouble or in her
****.  Unfortunately once again I saw my suspicious wife approaching so
I  turned  away, afraid my wife would see the bulge in my pants. I heard
Carla chuckle as I walked away.
 
  I took a new interest in Carla after that incident. I began to try and
be  around  her.  I began trying to make little innuendos like her, some
thing,  any thing to try and communicate that I was receptive to sucking
her  ****. I still was not absolutely sure that she wasn't just ****
with  me  because  I had seen her do it to other men. I had heard rumors
about  her  but I had never seen her with another man. Maybe, just maybe
she  was  serious.  A week later I found out! After two months of jerkin
off I was ready to try anything. I worried about her husband finding out
but  her  husband  was suddenly transferred to Korea. I knew he would be
gone  for  thirteen months and I wondered how she would amuse herself. I
didn't  wonder  long.  The  first  night  her husband was gone she had a
visitor.
 
I  some  times stayed up late at night after my wife had gone to bed. On
several  occasions  I  saw  her,  as  I  sat by my window watching T.V.,
entertain men, always different men. It was uncommon for her to spend an
evening alone.
 
About a week after her husband left I saw Carla **** a man in her living
room.  She  didn't  even  bother  to turn off the lights. I could almost
swear  that  she  knew  I was watching. But the thing that really got my
heart  to racing was the end of Carla's little rendevous with the man. I
was  sitting  up  close  to  the window, only the light from the T.V. to
illuminate  me. Carla was on her back and the guys was between her legs.
  
He was pumping his **** into her like there was no tomorrow. I could see
she  was  moaning and talking to him, I just couldn't hear her. Suddenly
the  man  stiffened and shuddered. He made several more slow thrusts and
then collapsed on top of her.
 
Carla  lay  there for a moment and then I could see that she was pushing
at  him.  Her  face  was contorted into a mask of lust. Her hands on his
shoulders,  pushing  him down, down her body. I could see she was raving
at  him.  She  was  loud  because  I  could  hear  some words and broken
sentences.
 
I heard the word wimp, suck, ****, cum, and cuntlapper. I stood so that
I  could  see  better.  Carla placed her hands on the man's forehead and
shoved  his  face  down  between her thighs. Her hips arched up from the
bed,  her body supported by her shoulders and heels. She held him there,
her  fingers  entangled in his hair, her hips undulated up and down, his
face  rocked  with her thrusts, she was **** him. She was **** his
mouth. God how I wished it were me.
 
I  knew immediately what was happening. The man was sucking his cum from
Carla's  ****  and Carla was loving it. She was going wild, humping and
thrusting  that  dark mass of hair against the man's face and mouth. Her
fingers  pulling  at  his  hair,  her  knees  spread wide, legs over his
shoulder, feet digging into his back like a cowboy spurring a wild bull.
All  the time she had the man sucking her head was turned to the window,
a  wild and lascivious look on her face. I had turned off all the lights
and  I knew she couldn't see me I knew that she knew I was watching. She
was putting on a show for me.
 
It took a long time but when Carla finally released the man she lay back
and  looked  at him with a look of pure disappointment. I could see that
she  was  giving  him  hell and it was clear to both him and me that she
wasn't pleased with his performance. He dropped his head and after a few
minutes rose to his feet and disappeared into the hallway.
 
Carla just lay there, still naked, still **** because she was fingering
herself.  After  a  few  minutes  the man returned, fully clothed. Carla
scolded him again as she continued to masturbate. The man finally turned
and  left  thru  the  side  door.  He  looked  beat,  not physically but
mentally. Carla had really done a job on him.
 
That made me ****, no **** for over a month and here I was watching my
hot to trot neighbor get her **** sucked.
 
She  really  got off to that, but the best part was that she was a kinky
****! That guy had done exactly the thing I had fantasized about for so
long.
 
Carla  seemed  amused  by my attention but she never responded the way I
had  hoped  she  would. I really though that as soon as her husband left
she would be all over me but she just flirted. I knew there must be some
thing  that I could do to arouse her curiosity about my intentions. Then
one  evening,  of  the few she didn't have a man there, I let my passion
and  better judgment take hold of me. My wife was visiting her mother so
I was alone in the house.
 
I  got a little drunk and that night I took off all my clothes. When she
came  into  her  living  room I stood in the light and exposed myself to
her.  She  noticed  me  immediately!  She moved closer to the window and
stared  across  at  me.  I  just stood there, my **** standing proud and
erect.  I  began to feel uneasy because I was beginning to think she was
mad  and  might  call  the  cops.  But after a minute or so she smiled a
wicked  sort  of  little smile and she began moving her clenched fist up
and down in front of her crotch.
 
At  first  I  couldn't  believe  what  I  was  seeing.  She wanted me to
jerk-off.  Trembling, I reached down and slid my fingers around my ****.
I hesitated for a moment, she smiled lewdly, nodded her head up and down
and  continued  to  stroke her make believe ****. I began to masturbate,
seriously!  I moved closer to the window and stood so that she could see
me  more  clearly.  I  masturbated for her and it felt good. She smiled,
wickedly, I was turning her on!
 
After  just  a few moments I felt my cum boiling to the top and I arched
my  hips  outwards,  pointing my **** at her. The thick cum spurted onto
the window and streamed down the glass.
When  I  had finished I turned and walked to the hallway. I watched from
the  shadows  and observed that she stood there for a long time. return.
Was  she  waiting  for  me  to  continue? I wanted too but I was still a
little to scared.
 
The  next night I was waiting in the same place in hope of repeating the
act.  I  didn't  have to wait long, and the moment Carla walked into the
room I turned on my lamp and stood in the middle of the room. I was hard
as  a  rock and as she watched as I began to stroke my ****. She watched
awhile  and then she went to the door and stepped outside. A few moments
later   she   knocked   on   my   door  and  my  apprehension  increased
significantly.  I  stood there, unconsciously stroking, wondering what I
should  do.  I  opened  the door! Still wary I stood so that my body was
hidden behind it. "Why are you hiding behind the door" she asked, trying
to peek around the door? I was so nervous I couldn't say anything.



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