10 comments/ 22284 views/ 2 favorites Rosh Hashana Blessing By: tangeerine It was Rosh Hashanah again and I was dreading another 2-1/2 hours sitting in synagogue being bored. Typically the only way that I can mange to get through the service is to stare about the congregation and pick out one or two women to concentrate on. I then run through my mind all the dirty things I would do to the women. How would fuck them, make them my toys, play their bodies, make them scream. I was getting bored by this game, though, and didn't think it would keep me satisfied today. When I saw Liz walk in with her husband Stan I knew that today would be different. Liz is a strikingly beautiful woman. She's about 5'1" and 110 pounds. She has thick, long black hair and clear blue eyes. She's got a tiny waist and a round fat ass, wiggling about, calling out to me to smack it a few times. As Liz walked in I thought about bending her over, pulling her panties down and punishing that sweet ass, turning it pink to match her pussy. I thought about hurting her, not too much, just enough for her to know that I am in charge, that she belongs to me. I quickly decided that the spanking was for another time. Today I needed to make her mine. As Liz and Stan walked into the synagogue they came over and said hello to my wife Rebecca and me. We are not really friends, just casual acquaintances. We've spoken before on a few occasions and once were at a neighborhood party together. I remembered that when we were at the party it appeared to me that Liz kept on looking over at me. It could have been my imagination as I can be a bit vain sometimes, but I didn't think so. At one point during the party I walked over to Liz who was talking to Eric, a good friend of mine. As I often try to do when talking to a pretty girl, I quickly steered the conversation over to sexual topics. We were talking about birth control and somehow Liz blurted out that she was on the pill. As we were talking about Britney Spears and her penchant for getting in and out of cars without panties on Liz seemed to squirm a bit. I said that it would be all much worse for Britney if her pussy were a mess but that it appeared she kept herself well groomed like all good girls should. Liz turned a bit red in the face and quickly excused herself. Eric and I had a laugh about how uncomfortable the conversation made Liz. The fact that she got embarrassed at the mention of a cleanly shaved pussy made me want Liz all the more. I wanted to be the one to pull this beautiful little woman out of her sexual shell, to show her a world of pleasure, to make her mine. Before the service, Rebecca and Stan moved to the side and started talking about some synagogue committee that they both serve on. I took Liz gently by the elbow and told her that she looked magnificent and that any new year that starts with looking at her has to be a good one. She gave me a very big welcoming smile and thanked me for the sweet words. I leaned in very close to her and whispered into her ear that during the service I would be looking at her and thinking about her the whole time. She smelled great and it was all I could do to stop from kissing her neck right then and there. I controlled myself, though, and stuck to my plan. I told her that she would feel my eyes on her as I was looking. That it would feel like my fingertips or even my lips gently brushing her sweet neck, running through her hair, teasing her collarbone. At this Liz looked up at me a bit flushed and clearly flustered. She did not stop me, though, and I read in her eyes compliance. I continued, telling her that she would feel my eyes traveling down her body, softly teasing her nipples, dancing over her hipbone, her feet, the crooks of her elbows and knees. No part of her was safe from me, that I took what I wanted and that I wanted her. I told her that as she felt my eyes on her that her pussy was going to become wet. That I wanted her to cross her legs and find the spot where she put pressure on her clit. I wanted her to imagine that it was my fingers and tongue dancing on her clit. Her pussy was to become very wet. I told her that I wanted it to become uncomfortable for her. I wanted her warm and squishy in her seat, ready for me. I want no resistance when I stick my cock in her. I told her that at noon she was to leave the synagogue and go downstairs to the storeroom behind the kitchen. She was to take her panties off and wait obediently for me like a good little girl. The service was then starting and we all filed in. I took a seat three rows behind Liz and Stan where I could watch my plan unfold. As the service went on I watched Liz. I watched her breathing, her neck, her thick hair. I thought about my hands around her throat while my cock slid in and out of her. Liz looked back at me a few times. She did not smile but I could see in her eyes a bit of desperation, pleading for me to release her. I stared back at her but did not let her off the hook. My cock remained hard the whole service. Shortly after noon she got up and left the service. She did not look at me and her eyes remained down. I decided to make her wait a bit but was quite excited myself. Ten minutes later I also left the service, telling my wife that I didn't feel well. As I entered the storeroom Liz was standing, leaning back against a table. Her dress was hiked up and one finger was making circles on her clit. With her other hand she was pinching and pulling a nipple. I went right up to her and held her head in my hands. I stared straight into her eyes and told her that she now belonged to me and would only play with her pussy when I permitted her. I brushed my lips against her neck and soaked in her smell. I removed her hand from her pussy and placed it between both of our lips. We kissed around her finger, licking it clean of her pussy juice. I unzipped myself and pulled out my cock. I grinded it on Liz's clit and she sank into me. Her breathing became ragged and I could tell that she was very excited. I pulled one of her legs up and placed my cock at her opening. She was whimpering and buried her head in my neck. I again took her head in my hands and forced her to look into my eyes. I asked her what she wanted. She didn't reply except to squirm about, trying to get my cock in her. I would have none of it, though. I told her that there would be no cock for baby until she asked nicely. She looked into my eyes and said please fuck me now. With that I slid my cock all the way into her. She was very wet but also very tight. I held myself inside of her and pulled her down so that her clit grinded on my cock. I snaked my fingers through her hair and grabbed a handful of hair right at the roots. I tilted her head back slowly but firmly. I kissed her sweet lips and told her that I owned her pussy. Liz started humping back at me aggressively and I could tell she was close to cumming. I put a hand around her throat with my thumb pressing down a bit. Her whole body convulsed as she came on my cock. It was too much for me and my cock started twitching. I pumped my cum into her, shot after shot until I was done. I pulled out and could see her pink puss all white with my cum as it started running out of her. I kissed her and told her that she would be hearing from me very soon. She left looking a bit disheveled. I went to sit in the lobby waiting for the service to end. Rosh Hashana Blessing Ch. 02 After Liz left the storeroom, I caught my breath and went to the bathroom to wash the sweat off my face and try to get rid of the sex smells. I then went to the lobby to get my head together a bit. Kids were running around and I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I could not believe I actually fucked a family friend during Rosh Hashana services. On the high holy days in the synagogue none-the-less. What was wrong with me? What is sacred? As I thought about it, Liz's pussy felt pretty sacred. It was wet, warm and gripped me in a way I felt through my whole body. I lost my head and went to another place. It was wrong to cheat but if that feeling was not the love and glory of god then I didn't know what was. I went back into the service, kissed the wife and settled back in. As the last few minutes of the service waned, I decided that I could not let it drop and thought about what my next steps would be. After service as we were leaving we ran into some friends in the parking lot. We chatted for a bit and I saw Liz about to break from a conversation with a few people. I went over to her and very calmly told her that I absolutely loved fucking her and that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I told her that she was incredibly brave and I was very proud of her. That I could not stop here, though, and that I had an assignment for her. I told her that I wanted her to have sex with Stan that night. Not just any sex, though. She had to make sure that Stan ate her out. I always thought Stan was a smug little prick. Wearing blazers and ascots and walking around like he was a world beater. The truth, though, was that it was his Daddy's money that bought the Porsche and the big house and everything else. Stan never accomplished shit in his life. I wanted to be the guy that took away his most prized possession, his wife. Liz told me that she could not do it, that Stan was a good guy and it wasn't fair to him. She told me that they rarely had sex and that Stan almost never ate her. I told her that I didn't give a shit what was fair to Stan. I had a big hard cock for her and that the only thing that was going to calm me down is to know that her husband is eating my cum out of her. I told her that my cock was her responsibility now and that my cock wanted her to obey me. I told her that she was extraordinary and that no man would be able to refuse her. I told her that that night she should lay in her bed thinking about me and then she should tell Stan how horny she was. She should rub her pussy and get wet to thin out my cum but no showering. She needed to demand that Stan eat her. Take charge no matter how out of character it was and she, and I, would get what I want for her. I told her that her pussy deserved to cum again that day. That I now owned her pussy and she needed to go get herself another orgasm. I got her cell number and told her that I would call her at 10 the next morning to get a full report. I was hard for practically the rest of the day. At night I gave the wife a vigorous fucking. I lay on top of her pinning both of her hands above her head and crammed my cock into her. I ground my pubic bone against her clit bringing her close to orgasm and then backed down. I did it again and just stopped from cumming when I flipped around and pulled her on top of me. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head towards me. I whispered in her ear that I loved her, that I loved my cock in her and that through everything she would be mine. That there was nowhere that she could go except on my cock. I told her to cum for me and she did. She spasmed and quaked and I held her tight. I felt her chest rise and fall against me and then I pushed her back a bit and slid my cock half way out of her. Her pussy felt like magic. Soft and squishy and gripping me tightly as I slid in and out of her slowly. I saw her clit big and swollen from just cumming. I worked my cock in and out of her and played with her clit, teasing, pinching and rubbing until she was about to cum again. I pumped my cum into her, shot after shot and she strummed her clit until she came again. We fell asleep in a sweaty sticky pool. I slept fitfully and uncharacteristically woke up quite early. I couldn't believe the day before. Something was changing in me. All this sex and nothing else seemed to matter. I went off to work barely resisting fucking my wife again and was thinking about my scheduled 10am call. Liz answered the phone at 10. I was asked her to tell me what happened the night before. She told me that she started thinking yesterday afternoon about how right I was. That she was a beautiful woman and that she did deserve to cum several times a day. As she was undressing she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a very expensive lace matching bra and panties. As she looked at herself she started running her hands over her tits. She imagined that I was in the corner watching her and encouraging her to show more. She pulled her nipples out and was lightly stroking them and, again, imagining she was putting on a show for me. She reached down and her pussy was wet. She tasted her fingers and could taste my cum on them. She went to bed and Stan was already sleeping. She lay in bed playing with her pussy and got angry. She agreed that her husband was a loser. That he was a pitiful excuse of a man for letting a beautiful woman sexually waste away in front of his eyes. She thought how disappointed I would be if she didn't obey me and, almost in a trance, slapped Stan across the face. He woke up startled and asked her what was wrong. She told him that things needed to change and that from now on he was her bitch and would do what she said. She told him that if he didn't like it she would leave his sorry ass, take half of everything and never talk to him again. She slapped him again hard and pulled him into her pussy. She fed him her puss, slicking his face up with our juices, and barked orders at him until he made her cum long and hard. After she calmed down he tried to climb on top of her. She pushed him away telling him that he would have to earn her pussy and that he was a long way off. She said that she would let him jerk off, though. As he played with his little cock she lightly slapped his face and pinched his nipples hard. She told him that he was a little bitch and it was time to shoot his cum all over himself. He came a big healthy load on his chest and belly. As he went to clean up she stopped him and told him that he was to sleep covered in his cum. She wanted him to wake up the next morning with dried cum all over himself. I told her that she was a very good girl and that I was very proud of her. We made a date to talk the next day.