"Moan for me." "I know it feels good for you, but you will have to beg me better if you want your fucking." "You need to be real nasty."No one has eve...r needed their ass filled more than I did at that moment. "I need cock!", I pleaded. "I need a big hard cock in my ass so bad." I felt just the big tip of my wife's cock push into my needy ass. It felt warm and wonderful."You can beg better than that," she said. "If you expect me to fuck your ass, you need to give up control to me totally so I. I moan and grind against you, and just like that your hands are everywhere. I feel your hands on my waist trying to pull me closer to you. One hand goes up my back to steady me as you pull a strap down on my tank top. Your eyes find mine again, seeking my permission. I take my tank top off for you, mussing my hair. Your eyes follow your fingers, which follow the goose bumps forming on my skin. Your fingers trace my collarbone, down to my breasts. For a minute you’re just looking at me. I can. The prick-seizers they were called; almost mythical women that broke all the rules and sought out sex with men in ways that no one dared any more. They wanted penetrative sex with men on the serving end; vaginal sex and anal sex with cocks; fellatio; even hand-on-prick sex. It wasn't actually illegal but it was disapproved of by New Order party members and most of society, these days. In some cases, or so they said, women actually took a subservient or submissive role; a contradiction of. It was her 18th birthday and her virgin skin had begun to shudder in anticipation. The shop was simply named Tattoo, and inside there stood ‘the Creeper’ a seemingly filthy man covered in Indian black ink that, with time fades to a forest green. Scraggily brown grey beard streaked with left over lunch and hair to match it, the Creeper was dressed in faded black. Aileen had seen demons dressed better, but she wasn’t interested in his dress, it was his hands she wanted. His hands were his.