Unknown: She loves to orgy

He put his arms around her waist and drew her to him tightly, kissing her lips hungrily. Then, hands still on her waist, he held her out and looked down at her body approvingly.

"You are a very pretty woman," he said. "I know I'll have no trouble getting turned on to you. A woman needs some foreplay to be stimulated, though. Do you mind?"

"What kind of foreplay?"

"Let me strip your clothes off while I handle you a little. Then maybe if I handle your tits and cunt… "

Joe never thought of me like this, she thought. Maybe he knows what it takes to make a woman happy.

"Okay," she said. "Do you want me in any position?"

"Let me take care of that."

He picked her up and held her in his arms and looked down at her. She put her arms around his neck, hoping he would find her pretty even when fully clothed. Her dress was tight enough for him to see that her tits were nicely proportioned, her waist slender, her hips streamlined but flared a little.

Still holding her, he bent and kissed her. Nervously, she smiled and returned the kiss. He turned and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on her back, giving her a view of the large mirror on the ceiling.

"Now part of your stimulation," he said, quickly taking off his clothes, "is in anticipation, in this case the anticipation of being stripped. I'll have to handle you a lot while stripping you down naked. I'll have to roll you over and back lots of times."

He slipped off her high-heeled shoes and held one foot, his hand covering her nylon-clad toes.

"When I need to roll you over," he said, "I'll twist your foot. I'll try not to hurt you."

He twisted her foot. She was slow to respond and gave a little shriek from the stab of pain in her foot. Then she quickly turned over on her stomach.

"Bastard! That hurt!" Then she said, "No, it's my fault. I should've turned faster."

"I misjudged, Linda. I'm the one that's sorry. Again, I'll try not to hurt you. You'll get to like it. If you turn right away with the pressure, it won't hurt."

His hand was warm on her as he reached in the back of her dress and pulled the zipper all the way down to her hips. He grasped her foot and twisted. She flipped over on her back immediately before the stab of pain could return.

"Much better, Linda," he said. "You're learning fast."

He slipped the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down off her arms. When it was down below her waist, he grasped her by the hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. He slid the dress down and off her legs and tossed it on the chair. Taking her by the hips again, he rolled her over on her back.

He slid his hands up her legs and out onto her hips as he forced her slip up above her waist. Then he held her foot and flipped her over on her stomach, then climbed up on the bed over her and pushed one knee up between her legs, resting it firmly against her ass. With one arm slipped under her waist, he pulled her up on her knees with her head down on the pillow. He worked the slip up past her waist and over her tits so it was around her neck. Then he pulled her knees back so she was lying down again and then flipped her over on her back. It was a pleasant sensation to be handled so expertly.

"I liked that," she said, smiling.

"I didn't mind it either," he said as he pulled the slip up off her arms and tossed it aside.

Next he rolled her over on her stomach and shoved his knee up hard between her legs against her ass and hooked an arm under her waist and pulled her up onto her knees again. She started to come up on her hands, but his hand pushed down on her shoulders. She put her face back down into the pillow. He unhooked her bra and pulled it down over her arms.

He bent down close over her as he reached his arms around from each side and held her tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and held a nipple between thumb and forefinger and rotated the little nipples slowly. They started tingling. Gradually, he increased the force as he squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. His movements were strong but not rough. The nipples turned hard and the tingling increased. She moaned softly.

From behind her, his cock pushed up hard against the mound of her cunt. Even with her panties on, it felt stiff and hard, shoving against her moist pussy. Her cunt muscles started to throb as she thought of his prick so close to her.

He let go of her tits and tugged her knees back, sliding her down on her stomach, and took her foot and rolled her over on her back.

She looked down between her tits, over the swelling moist cunt mound, at his big rigid cock. It curved up slightly, as though to hook its way into her.

He crawled up beside her and bent and took one tit in his mouth and ran his tongue over the nipple. His tongue felt slightly rough on the soft flesh. It burned. She squirmed and sighed when he licked it.

He squeezed the tit gently at the base so it was elongated, and he ran his mouth down over it. When his mouth came down fully on it, the nipple touched against the back of his throat. He ran his mouth up and down rapidly over the tit. She whined as the nipple turned hard on touching his throat.

He shifted his attention to the other tit. As he ran his mouth up and down over it, she moaned and writhed under him. Soon that nipple was hard as well.

Quickly now, he took her by the foot and flipped her over on her stomach. He slid an arm under her and drew her up on her knees, again with her head down on the pillow. His touch was hot as he slipped his hands inside the elastic band of her panties and peeled them down to her knees.

He pulled her knees back to where she was again lying down and then rolled her. onto her back. She watched him stare at her cunt while he reached for her panties and pulled them down off her feet and dropped them.

She looked up at the mirror on the ceiling to see her nakedness. All she had left were her nylons that came to the tops of her thighs and the flimsy garter belt that concealed nothing.

He ran his legs up one leg, up to the top of the stocking and unsnapped the garter. He loosened the other as well. He slipped a hand under her ass and raised her while he worked the garter belt down over her hips.

Her breath caught in her throat as he bent one leg and ran his lips up the inside of her thigh and kissed her, just above the top of the stocking. He ran his lips down the inside of her leg as he peeled the stocking off and tossed it aside. The ache in her coot returned when he kissed the inside of the other thigh and peeled that garment off that leg as well.

Now totally naked, she pressed her legs tightly together, but she didn't want to resist when he put his hands inside her knees, spreading them open. She tried to look down at her cunt but could see only the forward part of the slit, lined with short blonde hair. When she looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, the image was clear.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable but your cunt's so small it won't open unless you really spread your legs down. Let's see how flexible your hips and legs are."

She slowly swung her legs up and stopped with her thighs, lower legs, and toes pointed straight up. Then she continued bending her straight legs on toward her head. Her legs slowly settled down against her tits and she put her feet behind her ears. She folded her hands behind her head and relaxed in that position.

While she relaxed, Dave ran his hands over her rounded ass, over her hips, and then back toward her cunt. She watched in the mirror while he worked his fingers down past the outer fold and took the inner part of her cunt-lips in his fingers and massaged the short length of her cunt. The pleasant tingle returned.

With his hands still manipulating her cunt, he said, "Now let's see if you can spread yourself."

She slowly swung her feet out from her ears and brought her legs back straight up and then bent her knees. Arching her back slightly, she let her thighs fall slowly out to the sides. While she watched, her thighs slowly settled straight out to the sides and down flat on the bed.