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For those that just love to sneak a peek up mini skirts and mini dresses, this is the movie for you! We take you on a joy ride to see what these girls wear underneath!  Lots of different panties and knickers to see. A super voyeur movie. Click here to see Up The Mini.

she thought she was alone

she didn’t see the camera

she’s putting on a show

sneak peek through the curtains

babe fingers pussy in bedroom

The next and last client of the evening at Madame Whiplust’s BDSM cellar was a very young man, or should I say boy, who had arrived during my session with John.  He was cute, shy, and had shoulder length blonde hair, and didn’t look a day over eighteen, quite a contrast from John who had just left, (See: Cheerleader Fantasy).  He quietly and nervously introduced himself as Michael, saying that he had never done this kind of thing before; I suspected he might be a virgin, so I spoke to him gently and encouragingly and led him down into the BDSM cellar.

I decided to come right out with it (if you’ll excuse the expression) and asked him if he’d had sex before, and his face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment. I told him it was ok, and that many people had their first sexual experience down here, which was a load of utter shit, but he didn’t know that, and I wanted to be the first to break him in anyway, rather than frighten him off, and have him running out up the cellar steps.  Yes this was a rather thrilling, clitoris tingling situation for me.

I tried to cast my mind back to my own first orgasm and remembered that no one else was there, yes that was it, I thought, and realized why I had such an all consuming passion for horse riding.  My parents had bought me Tiny, a gorgeous pony for my birthday and after a few months of lessons was left to ride him on my own and this particular day was so hot, I went for a ride wearing only my bikini.

I don’t know whether it was the material of the bikini or the fact that there was little clothing between my clitoris and the saddle, but my clit was soon aroused as Tiny cantered along happily.  As my bottom bobbed up and down in the saddle my arousal increased in its intensity and didn’t stop (like you could if you were touching yourself up), no, Tiny cantered on oblivious to my imminent orgasm.  The feeling mounted (if you’ll excuse the pun), with each and every trot.

Then like a streak of lightning my first orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks as I struggled to pull back on the reins to stop Tiny.  I remember being a bit scared because I didn’t know what had happened.  Tiny stopped, and I hugged his neck to save me from falling out of the saddle as the waves of pleasure continued to wreak havoc with my adolescent hormones.  When the pleasure finally subsided I thought wow that was fantastic, and whipped Tiny into a gallop in an effort to replicate what had just happened.  I don’t remember how many orgasms I had that day but I knew I was hooked on the feeling and ever since that day could never get enough of it!

Michael sat down on the edge of the punishment table not knowing what to do or where to look, poor lad.  He looked so cute and innocent.  I walked over to him and stroked his hair then straddled his legs, then sat down on his lap and kissed him full on the lips, licking his lips with my tongue to encourage him to open his mouth but it stayed firmly shut.

This isn’t going to be easy I thought as I reached for his hands and placed them on my tits.  I continued to kiss him on the lips and then progressed to his neck and licked and sucked it gently.  I then let go of his hands, and they stayed there as though glued to my breasts, then eventually after nibbling and breathing heavily into his ears, his hands started to squeeze and fondle my ample boobies.

Thank goodness for that I though as I felt a gradual swelling beneath my crotch.  It very quickly became evident that he was fully rigid and about to shoot his load as his breathing deepened, so I slid off his lap, opened his trousers and grabbed his throbbing penis and placed it in my hot salivating mouth, wanking furiously on it with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.  Ten seconds later he was screaming, then ejaculating in my mouth, and I was gratefully savouring and swallowing every drop of his pure virginal seminal fluid.

Michael lay back on the punishment table exhausted but with a big smile on his face.  I continued to massage his scrotum and after swallowing the last vestiges of his virginal cream began sucking once again on his almost flaccid dick.  It responded within a few seconds and was standing to attention again.  I knelt, straddling him on the punishment table, still in my open-crotch cat-suit. I placed his dick between my labia lips and sat down on it, writhing in a circular motion.

He didn’t last long and pumped another load of his spunk deep within my vagina, with a blood curdling grunt.  I told Michael that he must satisfy me as well as himself and started teaching him what a girl needed.  I shuffled up to his mouth on my knees, allowing his spent cock to slide out of my wet sticky cunt, and placed my clitoris over his mouth and instructed him to lick and suck it until I told him to stop.  He didn’t argue, as he felt as though I was in charge, forgetting that he had actually paid for this session!

My clean shaven mound danced over his mouth until, after much gyrating, my clitoris exploded in heavenly waves of sheer pleasure, just as it had done all those years ago on Tiny’s saddle.  When I had regained my composure, I reassured Michael that I had thoroughly enjoyed his oral stimulation, and suggested he should learn to play the trumpet, as his triple tonguing was excellent.  He couldn’t thank me enough for his first fucking and promised to come back soon for another session as he was so delighted to have eventually become a “man”!

As I arrived back home to my bungalow, it was dark and I noticed that I’d left my bedroom light on, but disturbingly there was the silhouette of a man stood outside looking through a gap in the curtains.  I sneaked around the front garden to get closer at him to see who it might be, and much to my surprise it was Herbert from next door, the randy old sod, he must have thought I was at home and was waiting for me to enter my bedroom and strip off or whatever.

I sneaked back to the front door opening it quietly and closed it behind me without a sound.  I didn’t want to disappoint the randy old sod, so I threw off my coat and cat-suit and went to the wardrobe in my bedroom for a short dress and some fresh panties.  Having got dressed again I casually walked across to the other side of the bedroom so that Herbert could then see me through the gap in the curtains.  As I reached the gap I bent down to take off my shoes and knew that Herbert would have a perfect view of my white underwear up my short red dress.

I bet his heart is racing now, the randy old sod, I thought.  I then slowly unzipped the back of my mini dress, pushing it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.  This left me wearing just my panties as I wasn’t wearing a bra.  I turned to face the mirror on the wall right next to the gap at the side of the curtains and started brushing my hair, while my other hand massaged around the gusset of my white panties.  Herbert had a perfect view of me and I could just see out of the corner of my eye that there was a rapid movement in the dark outside.  I pretended to be completely unaware of what was going on, thus allowing Herbert to relieve himself.

Where’s Bev (Herbert’s 21 year old wife) I wondered, perhaps she was having an early night and was fast asleep in bed.  As I was getting more and more turned on and keeping up the pretence that I didn’t know I was being watched, there was a loud banging sound and commotion coming from the direction of my voyeur neighbour.  I thought he must have fallen over the garden tools I’d left leaning against the wall, or he might have collapsed with a heart attack with the excitement, after all he must have been nearly seventy, the poor randy old sod.

I snatched my short dressing gown off the bed, jumped into my sandals and hurried out to see what had happened, fearing that I might find him unconscious, or worse.  Just as I rounded the corner I saw Bev frog-marching Herbert through their front door, with his enormous dick still hanging out, hitting him over the head with a large frying pan and screaming at him.  She must have caught him in the act, peeping at me, the poor randy old sod.

I went back indoors and continued the clitoral massage as I lay on my bed, while thinking of my first orgasms on Tiny again, and my surprise to see that Herbert’s dick certainly wasn’t tiny!  The randy old sod!

Rubbing herself down real nice

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