The Switch - Stories told by the Sexy Advocate. Amateur porn fetish content creator

Synopsis: A housewife, happily flowing along with life. A Question. A moment of bravery. An unexpected answer. Share the journey of the Sexy Advocate, Middle aged, amateur porn fetish content creator.... at large.

Chapter 1.

The red light is flashing. Her face is a dirty mess, he grabs her high ponytail and shoves his hard throbbing cock all the way down her throat. She takes it gladly. Years of training have turned her into a hungry girl. Her perfect lips wrap around the base of his hard cock. She’s a good girl, she knows what he likes. She waits, with his throbbing cock all the way down her throat. “What will Master choose tonight?” she thinks. She doesn’t mind. Master always knows what her holes need. Her big voluptuous breasts rise and fall as her breath quickens. All the things Master has done to her, how well he has taken care of her. And who can forget the sweet, delicious pain Master gives her too. She shudders.

Kneeling before him, her pretty pink nails digging into his thighs, he fucks her face. He stops, he holds her there with his cock buried. She is helpless, he has complete control. She looks up at them and smiles just slightly. She waits for a second, lingering up on him, feeling the power she has at this moment. She impales her throat on his cock, her lips greedily clamping around the base of his shaft pulling him closer. She grabs his wrists and holds them behind his back. Now he is helpless. She teases, licking his balls with his cock all the way down her throat. She breathes deeply, steadying her racing pulse. She takes her time now; she knows she has him.

She is riding him now, grinding away, deeper and deeper. Feeling her whole pussy rub against him, the rhythm taking her further away. With each thrust her swollen clit smashes against the base of his shaft. She angles herself so he is hitting her just right. She watches his face; it starts to contort. She slows a little. His toes are curled now. A good sign. She takes him deep into her and stops. Feeling the warmth radiate from him. She love this. “Why is there ever a time I'm not doing this?” she thinks.

The world returns softly. She wriggles a little before riding his cock hard and fast, he takes a deep breath in and she stops. Her pussy throbs; riding back and forth until she feels that building, that small light at the end of a tunnel. So bright and alluring, you want more. She squats now, leans back…. and rides. The world is gone. Time has stopped. The light now a burning torch. She knows there will soon be no escape. She breathes deeply and surrenders herself to it. Happily.

He is in control of himself, watching her use him. He knows how to get her there. He knows every inch of her body. But now, it is her turn and nothing turns him on like seeing her get herself there. She bucks, he sees she is close. He braces himself; she grinds. Her wet pussy juices dripping down his cum filled balls. She’s close now. Can he take it? "Breathe," he thinks.

Her thoughts are jumbled, images and thoughts flash by but she cannot grasp any. This brightness is overtaking her, from her swollen throbbing clit to her wiggling toes, she feels everything, swirling and swirling around her. It is here. She explodes. Like tiny fireworks every cell on fire. The swirling stops. A pin point focus. Time does stand still. She thrusts him deeper into her, grinding. Wanting more, needing him deep inside her still.

He grabs her hair. “Did you just make yourself cum on my cock, Slave?” he pants.

“Yes Master,” she stutters.

Her body shakes. It’s too much. He grabs her by the hair. Shoving his sloppy throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. “Taste your cum, now it’s my turn…” he hisses at her. The need in his voice.

She regains her composure. Her body feels used but in a good way. Every cell buzzing and colliding sending electric tingles all over her body. She’s somewhere else for a second. The world hidden by the thinnest of veils. The magic so fleeting and addictive. Always needing more.

And then she starts to feel the descent, slow and dreamy at first. The green and blue a tiny blur below her. Her breathing is slow and deep, she tries to ride that fluttery breath all the way back to earth but flashes of what she had just done shock her senses, bringing her back to reality with a gentle thud.

She smiles shyly to herself and thinks, "how did I get here?"