Stunning Classic Lingerie Striptease
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Michael Anthony is one of the more alluring USA based photographers. His nude portraits are deeply mesmerizing and I enjoy the fact that he tends to shoot models who are relatively unknown. It keeps things fresh and different!
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What is BlackLabelSkin.com? The vision of becoming the webs premiere, high end erotic resource was conceived by Michael Anthony in 1997. The purpose of this website is to take you to a world, where the lines of art and adult entertainment are melded into pure sensuality. This website is primarily geared toward those who thirst for the finer things in life as well as high end erotica. Our community here at Black Label Skin is for the eccentric, the social and for those who breathe originality and would settle for nothing less. Black Label Skin is for the explorer of human sensuality, the forbidden and the desired. BlackLabelSkin.com is dedicated to the allure of the feminine mystique as well as the allure of the finest pleasures in life.
In this photo set entitled: Stunning Classic Lingerie Striptease , Michael Anthony explores the allure of the feminine mystique with Tibby. To further enhance your erotic exploration we have also included a hot, erotic story.. enjoy!
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Michael Anthony is one of the more alluring USA based photographers. His nude portraits are deeply mesmerizing and I enjoy the fact that he tends to shoot models who are relatively unknown. It keeps things fresh and different!
About Black Label Skin
What is BlackLabelSkin.com? The vision of becoming the webs premiere, high end erotic resource was conceived by Michael Anthony in 1997. The purpose of this website is to take you to a world, where the lines of art and adult entertainment are melded into pure sensuality. This website is primarily geared toward those who thirst for the finer things in life as well as high end erotica. Our community here at Black Label Skin is for the eccentric, the social and for those who breathe originality and would settle for nothing less. Black Label Skin is for the explorer of human sensuality, the forbidden and the desired. BlackLabelSkin.com is dedicated to the allure of the feminine mystique as well as the allure of the finest pleasures in life.
In this photo set entitled: Stunning Classic Lingerie Striptease , Michael Anthony explores the allure of the feminine mystique with Tibby. To further enhance your erotic exploration we have also included a hot, erotic story.. enjoy!
Erotic Story For: Stunning Classic Lingerie Striptease
She had been in bed reading a romance novel, which was getting her
quite horny. If the paperback required a rating in would probably be
XXX. Brad had his poker night buddies in, and she could hear the din
from the basement. Poker night usually ended with Brad coming to bed
drunk and passing out.
She finished another hot chapter and closed the book. Being horny, and
knowing she wouldn't get any that night, her hand wandered down towards
her pussy. After stimulating her beckoning clit for awhile, she pulled
the bed sheets aside and spread her legs. She usually slept in just a
tee shirt, which she stripped off. It turned her on to feel that she
was exposing herself.
She wondered how the group of men, just eight or ten feel below her
naked ass, would react if they knew what she was up to. She imagined
them surrounding her bed, all naked, all jerking their hardened cocks,
all longing to be chosen as her sex partner. She eyeballs them, one by
one, while she leisurely fingers her swollen clit. She points at Brad,
and the mood of the men seem to turn gloomy over her having chosen her
husband. But it suddenly becomes markedly more upbeat when she points
again at Warren.
Yeah, she's in the mood for two men at a time, while the others watch
and wait their turn. Tonight she would do them all, fuck and suck until
she's too exhausted to go on.
By now she feels the stirrings of her first orgasm. She pulls her
fingers from her lascivious cunt, although she always has multiple
orgasms when she masturbates, the first one is rarely matched by the
subsequent ones. With all these men in the house, she thinks there must
be something more daring she can do to heighten the intensity of her
first one.
She slips on her bathrobe and ventures into the hall. When she opened the bedroom door the men's voices became louder.
From the top of the stairway that led to the basement she paused. She
could see the back of a couple of them, and knew none of them could see
her. She slid her hand inside of her bathrobe and found her wet box.
She began rolling her overdue clit under her fingers, but still it
didn't feel any more daring to be jerking off there as is was in her
bedroom. She decides to go back to bed and hope for the best.
When she turns around she is startled to see Warren standing there. "Oh
my god" she says, "how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough" he says. And the rising bulge in his jeans proves it.
"Please don't tell Brad about what you saw," she pleads.
"I won't if you don't" he says. He reaches out and strokes her arm. "Did you get what you wanted" he asked.
She was dumbfounded, she didn't know if she should reproach his obvious come on, or encourage him to keep his secrecy.
"Don't worry" he tells her, "I'm not going to take advantage of this." "As much as I would like to" he adds.
"Thank you" she says, feeling relief. "I'm so embarrassed."
"No need to be" he says, "It's our secret."
As her embarrassment and apprehension subsided she felt a attraction to
him. It may have been because he was so nice about her incident, or
maybe for the same reason she chose him, from all the rest, in her
earlier fantasy. She took a quick glance at the bulge in his jeans and
thought of touching it. That caused a tingling in her patient clit. Her
glance wasn't lost on him.
"Yeah" he said, "watching you really turned me on." She thought of what
it would have done to him if he had seen her naked on her bed. Again
that thought was felt between her thighs.
"Oh, I'm so sorry" she said, "I wish there was something I could do about it."
"There's only one cure" he said. She sincerely wished she was free to do what every fiber of her body was prompting her to do.
"We'd have to clear that with Brad" she said.
Their suggestive conversation was brought to an end when they heard
someone coming up from the basement. "Go" he said. She scooted back to
her bedroom without being seen. She listened at the bedroom door and
heard Warren and Brad talking in the kitchen. Good to his word, Warren
didn't mention her embarrassing incident, but talked about how the
poker game was going.
Her heart raced though when he asked if he could sleep over, saying
that he had drank too much. "Sure" Brad replied, with a giggle "just
don't ask Julie to your room."
"I can't make any promises" Warren replied.
"OK" Brad said, "just don't do anything I wouldn't do."I'll go ask
her"...."to make up the bed in the guest room, I mean." "You're on your
own with anything else."
She closed the door and raced back to her bed, grabbed the romance novel and pretended to be reading.
She glanced at Warren as she passed him in the kitchen, carrying the
sheets to make his bed for the night. He had a grin on his face, but it
was what she saw in his eyes that sent shivers through her. She was
sure his reason for sleeping over was to do his best to get into her
pants, and she didn't know if she had the will power to resist.
Another hour alone in her bed with all those thoughts running through
her mind only had her hornier. Finally she heard sounds of the party
breaking up. When the last goodnight was spoken Brad finally came to
bed.
He was drunk, as usual, but tonight instead of passing out he started
making moves on her. She was so primed for a stiff cock she welcomed
his advances, even though she knew he couldn't perform when he was like
this. As what usually happened when he wanted sex when drunk, he
apologized for not being able to get it up and asked if she wanted him
to satisfy her. She answered as she normally did, "it Ok dear, you can
make up for it tomorrow night."
"Warren has a hard-on for you, maybe you could try him" he muttered.
Within minutes he was snoring. His good intentions, which led to
necking and feeling her up, only left her more frustrated.
About four hours ago she began masturbating to relieve her mounting horniness, four hours later she was hornier than ever.
Her pussy pounded as she lay there wondering if she should go see if
Warren was still awake. She'd do him in a New York minute if she didn't
have to square it with her conscience. She thought of how cavalier Brad
had been in offering her to Warren. Maybe she should do it just to get
even.
Oh well, she should go down to the basement to be sure there were no
cigarettes left burning, or anything. She refused to admit it was just
an excuse to go by Warren's room as she donned her bathrobe.
She could see from underneath his door that the light was still on in
his room. She wasn't about to go and knock on his door, but if she
happened to make enough noise, cleaning up, well..... It didn't require
a lot of noise before he appeared on the basement steps, barefoot and
wearing only his jeans.
It was obvious that he took care of himself; his tanned, muscular body was quite appealing.
"We meet again" he said.
"I just wanted to clean up a little" she said.
"Can I help?" he asked, walking in her direction. Her heart pounded as he approached.
As before, the crotch area of his jeans bloomed from his arousal. If she had a cock she could hang her robe on it.
He didn't waste time with small talk; he knew why she was there. He
pulled on the belt of her robe, the robe fell open. She couldn't speak,
move or resist, even if she wanted to. He pushed the robe back over her
shoulders; she let it fall to the floor. She hadn't put her tee shirt
back on, so she was now naked in her basement with a man intent on
fucking her.
He crushed her tits to his bare chest and kissed her, almost making her
cum. His kiss brought her out of her trance and caused her instincts to
kick in. She fumbled with his jeans and soon had them down around his
knees. He wasn't wearing underwear and she soon had his big, hard cock
squeezed tightly in her hand. She jerked it furiously causing him to
lean back to enjoy her hand job.
She impulsively crouched in front of him and engulfed his throbbing
cock with her mouth. He moaned so loudly she was afraid it would wake
even Brad.
He took charge again, got her to stand and backed her up to the poker
table. She lay on the table on her back. He excitedly grabbed her
thighs and pulled her pussy towards his waiting cock. It was her turn
to moan loudly when his big dick filled her pussy to the brim.
He fucked her with a passion she'd never known. Her first orgasm was
ten times more intense than any she'd experienced before. She came
twice more before he unleashed an enormous load of cum. She could feel
every pulsation of his big, beautiful cock as it emptied its seed into
her.
"What did you do all night?" Brad asked, when he came to bed.
"Oh I just read some silly novel" she answered. "Everybody's gone?" she asked. "Nobody wanted to sleep over?"
"Nobody" he said, "it was a pretty tame evening, even Warren didn't drink too much."
"Too bad" she thought to herself, "maybe one day her recurring fantasy
of him sleeping over will come true." At least it provided another
evening of great masturbation and couple of great orgasms.
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