Tichaz Stories

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He has total free range of my cunt, we agreed on it forever ago but he likes to keep me waiting. It had been a while since the last time he used me and I assumed he had moved on, I get it you don't want to get used to the same flavor. I was sitting in bed reading and I was surprised to see him show up in my doorway. He wore only his boxers and all I had on were panties and a large t-shirt. He looked at me and told me to touch myself. I paused, forgetting our whole arrangement and then tossed my book aside. I pulled my shirt up and pressed my hand between my thighs, teasing myself through my panties. He watched my fingers as I dipped them into my panties and touched myself. He told me to take them off. I slipped them down my legs and then pressed my hips so he had a good view of my fingers sliding against my cunt. I pushed a finger into myself and watched his boxers start to tent over his cock. I slipped another finger inside myself, pumping them in and out of my cunt and gasping as...

 So this is why using more holes is BETTER. I’m bent over, my trembling hands gripping the splintered edge of the bar’s backroom table, my dress shoved up to my waist, my soaked thong stuffed deep in my mouth, gagging my moans as his thick, pulsing cock slams into my pussy so hard my vision blurs, due to being drunk as well. It’s pitch black in here—we didn’t bother with the lights after sneaking away from the bar, our bodies too drunk on raw, animalistic lust to care, my skin slick with sweat, my pussy so drenched I can hear the lewd, sloppy squelch of him fucking me raw. We ditched the condom because it couldn’t handle his girth, his scent of musk and whiskey filling my senses, intoxicating me further. I’m never been this reckless, but every punishing thrust sends shivers down my spine, my pussy clenching around him like a velvet vice, my slick juices dripping down my quivering thighs, my clit swollen and throbbing as I moan into my gag*,* “Mmmph, fuck, yes,” the primal roughness...

If you’ve been following my page, you know I’ve recently started dating someone. He’s been amazing so far, we’ve been building on each other’s past experiences and exploring new things, especially in the bedroom. Well one of the new things we just explored is dancing classes. It was a very fun time, moving our bodies together, really practicing my submission in following his lead rather than anticipating his next move. We both got kinda sweaty and hot, rubbing up against one another. After dancing, we went back to his and ate some cheesecake. We moved to the bedroom and made out, I sucked his cock and then he fucked me missionary and just as I was about to cum, he pulled out and came on my stomach. He said that when I start to really enjoy it and get close, he can feel it and that usually pushes him over so he has to pull out. I’ve noticed that pattern but I’m not upset about it cause he’s got fantastic stamina and always makes sure I get the same attention. We cuddled a bit before get...