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Booty Call

By: ashenthorn



"You wanna go outside?"

She was cute. Nice tight body packaged and displayed in the latest fuck-me style. Trendy raver-style blond hair, and big blue doe eyes. She wanted to take me out into the back alley of the club and blow me and God knows what else. This is where things get a little complicated for me now. I told her no. She probably never heard that one before...

Ever seen the movie "40 days and 40 nights"? The one about the guy who takes a pledge of chastity for 40 days, then of course all of a sudden he realizes that he's constantly surrounded by hot women who want him for sex. Well my story isn't that one, but well, it has it's similarities. My chastity is enforced. Enforced by the everpresent cb-2000 device placed on me by Nicole. I knew the deal. I could ask her to take it off and of course she would, and that would be the end of our relationship.

Our "relationship" as I put it, was me providing her with complete sexual servitude whenever she was in the mood for it, day or night. A booty call, as it were. She keeps me in chastity when I'm not in her prescence to assure that I'm constantly horny and my balls are full, rendering me helpless to resist whatever she has in store for our marathon fuck sessions. I never know whether it's going to be two days or two weeks until her next call, nor do I know what she does (or who she fucks) in the interim. I looked around the club and the faces, the hot bodies, the flirting. The things that I cannot be a part of anymore. If these people knew what I was going through, they'd probably think I am crazy. But they are blissfully ignorant. Totally unaware that at that very moment Nicole is calling me. That my locked up cock is jumping in my pants due to the sudden vibration of the large vibrating dildo in my rectum that she ingeniously rigged up to a standard telephone pager. I knew that in 30 minutes her door would be locked for the evening and I would miss my chance until her next booty call. I had been late once before. I would not make that mistake again...

Exactly 24 minutes later I arrived at Nicole's home. Exactly 2 minutes after that I had stripped off every stitch of clothing except the cb-2000 and assumed the postion that she required every time. Head facing the door, chest to the floor, ass in the air vulnerable for the taking, awaiting her arrival. "Hello slut. Ready to get fucked?"

The language that she used with me was humiliating. Mostly because it was the type of language that I always fantasized about using on submissive women, but always wimped out in the end out of shyness. As a dominant, Nicole proved superior to me in every way. She was total uninhibited. Uninhibited in her actions as well as her words. No preliminaries, no music, no wine...just a dominant, vigorous anal examination by her educated fingers as she made me beg her to remove the chastity device that could barely contain my swelling cock. And she did, only to replace it with a leather cock and ball ring and stretcher that pulled my swollen balls obscenely away from my body and locked my cock in the fully erect position. 

There are as many sorts of dominant women as there are, well, women. The reasons, techniques and motivations vary. Some want to be pampered, some want lots of oral sex that they don't usually get, some just want some guy to clean their house. Nicole isn't in it for any of that stuff (although I'm sure she got lots of pampering, oral sex and house cleaning elsewhere). Nicole is one of the rare few who get off on the rough, and sometimes even violent taking of the male ass. And I possess the male ass currently on her agenda.

She put me back down into her favorite position and resumed her finger fucking, exhorting me to open my "sweet ass" with my two hands stretched behind me. She placed her leather-booted foot on my face (which was turned to the side on the floor) and ordered me to lick the sole while she fucked me. Pre-cum drooled out my swollen dick onto the floor.

Grabbing me by the hair, she pulled me up to a standing position to face her, to look upon the woman who enslaved me. Long dark hair, penetrating eyes, full lips, fit, tan, toned, muscular - beautiful by any standard. She wore just the rings on her swollen nipples, her leather boots and her strap-on harness with 8 protruding inches of bad intentions. She spun me around and forced me to the wall, alternately spanking and finger fucking my ass, massaging and pulling the cock back through my spread legs, slapping the balls. Getting me ready for her...

Ready or not, she took firm hold of my cock with one hand and lead me into her bedroom, the bedroom where she had broken me and made me her bitch several months before when she picked me up at a bar. She had to tie me down then. Now, no such formalities were necessary. Now she just bent me over the bed and impaled me from behind on her thick, lubed-up bitch cock with little ceremony.  With one strong handfull of hair and the other painfully spanking my reddened ass while deflowering me for the (what was it now?) seventh time. With each long thrust my captive cock jumped, thickened, and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor below. Never breaking rhythm, she reached around to capture some of the copius secretion in her hand and feed it to me, as if to prove what a submissive slut I had become. With each powerful thrust of her strap-on she came closer and closer to her orgasm, louder, dirtier and nastier in her male anal rape. Slapping my face, digging her fingers into each side of my open mouth and pulling and contorting my face into a mask of pain and pleasure. She yowled as she came, and the results of her explosive orgasm gushed down her thrusting legs...

"Lick", was her simple, sharp command as she pulled me by the hair to her muscled thighs. I slavishly licked up the rivulets of female ejaculate running down her magnificant legs. When this was done to her satisfaction, I was rewarded with a sharp slap to the cheek which caused my mouth to gape open as she quickly thrust her rubber cock in and began to fuck my face. It was a true face fuck, pinning my head against the bedroom wall, driving her thick dildo as far as she could into my throat, pulling it out, slapping and rubbing my face with it, spitting into my upturned mouth. I could tell that taking me this way really turned her on as her thighs began to quake and convulse in another orgasm....

"Enough preliminaries bitch...Time for the main event. Gonna make you cum like a girl." 

There is something profoundly intimidating and humiliating about being placed on your back by a woman and made to spread. It's like an individual act of rebellion against patriarchal society. A perversion in the finest sense of the word. An indescribable and helpless turn-on. Nicole was an artist at fucking the very masculinity out of me, folding me in half, testing the limits of my flexibility, pinning my feet behind my head and power fucking my clutching ass with her big tool. The rhythym was relentless. The rubbing of the prostate was driving me insane. With each thrust more and more precum oozed onto my face. Standing, the backs of her thighs pinned my legs back immovably, as she cruelly squeezed my caputured, protruding balls. Thrust, squeeze, thrust, squeeze...

At the point of no return, as my thighs began to quake and quiver, and my tightened and flexed on her cock, she took hold of my own cock and sprayed my face with erupting cum as I literally screamed my submission. Thick ropes of sticky semen covered my mouth and face. She made sure that as much as possible went straight down my throat.

Watching me cum directly into my own face never failed to turn her on, and she quickly removed her strap-on and scrambled into a reverse facesit position, lowering her wet cunt onto my mouth, forcing my nose up her anus. While she worked herself towards another triumphant orgasm on my face, she went about the task of replacing the chastity device on my cock, and inserting the large buttplug back into my ass. She led my exhausted, trembling body to the door, and with one last fierce whack on my ass, pushed me out into the hall and tossed my clothes onto the hallway floor.

"Thanks for the piece of ass boy. You know the rules. See you soon..."

Booty Call



From here on in, the events in question are adult(ery) in nature. If you are easily offended by the horizontal boogie from the forbidden fruit, do not read. If you're a pervert like me, go on!

*

The circumstances surrounding this all-mighty hook up turned this innocent little booty call into something awkward, as these two innocent people summoned up the courage to do what their bodies wanted. Shut up, I'm innocent. Except on Monday's and Thursday's. And of course Wednesday's.

We sat on the couch watching a movie. We didn't really pay attention, instead we sat talking somewhat nervously. We knew what we wanted, but she wrestled with her strong feelings for her boyfriend, and I wrestled with my failing morals. Eventually, we could not help what seemed to come naturally between us. We flirted and teased. She had two cats keeping us company and they seemed to take shifts on our respective laps. We petted the cats on each other's laps which led to petting each other. At that point her guilt for playing around where she wasn't supposed to play faded away. 

"Uh, I'm going to go pee," she said, in like Flint, I thought, "and since I don't know what's going on in this movie, why don't I put on some music and uh... yeah..." She looked at me while playing with her shirt and smiled. Fuck Flint, in like Dirt! 

Moments later she returned and walked over to her computer smiling away. After setting up another movie on the playlist I knew music wasn't on her mind and neither was the movie. I stood up and greeted her halfway. She was so short she had to go up on her tippy toes to place our lips within kissing distance. I played with that idea while circling my arms around her luscious body. 

"Mmm, there's that grin again." She said to me, grinning back.

"I can't help it. You make me really excited."

"Uh huh, I can feel that." Yes, my cock was coming out of its slumber and getting up close and personal with her lower abdomen. Not yet big guy, I thought, this girl is getting proper Dirty treatment. We toyed with our lips with slow pecking style kisses which are my preference to gaping open mouth slobbering messes. Those are more fit while in the midst of extreme passion. 

mmhmmm...She broke our kissing and held onto my hand and guided us to her room. I lay down on the bed first on my side propped up on my elbow and beckoned for her to lay down next to me. Don't take off your clothes, I thought. She obeyed my thoughts and lay down next to me on her back smiling again. I took this moment to look at her body in appreciative detail. The hand belonging to the propping elbow placed itself behind her head, high up on her neck. The other hand explored her thighs, her stomach, her sternum and finally her cheek. 

With that I leaned in for a nice long sigh inducing kiss. The kiss too moved around her body as far as it could without disturbing our comfortable embrace too much. I kissed her earlobes, her neck. I followed her jaw line back to her lips, a peck on her nose, up to her forehead and back to her lips. Those flushing lips were like the command center in this bodily exploration, always returning for a refresher course. 

Her breathing became more demanding as I explored down her chest and abdomen over her shirt. I nibbled her nipple through her shirt and she rolled her body into mine. Her left leg came over my right which found its way into a comfortable dry humping location in her inner thigh. We were face to face again and we experienced the first open mouthed kiss of the night. 

"mmm, I like foreplay." I said, breaking the moaning sounds.

"I see that. I'm not used to it"

"Really? It's one of my favourite things. Watch, I'll show you." Again, I kissed her lips and smiled as I ventured south. I found an exposed region between the bottom of her shirt and the tops of her jeans. My tongue instinctively darted out, skimming the flesh exposed just above her denim line. I then moistened my lips and ventured north again until I was sure I covered every little inch of exposed tummy with moist attention. And then... somehow her shirt was inched up to her rib cage so naturally I had to investigate the new terrain. I found a very enjoyable location at the bottom of her sternum where I could suck on the minute excess flesh and have her rib cage hug my cheeks while I pulled her closer with my hands around her back. 

Fellas, my tip for the day is always move your hands over her body. Not like a frenzied coke head. Caress her. Hold her firmly. Tease the peach fuzz present across her body. The entire body of a woman is like an erogenous zone. Make use of that. You'll thank me later. 

"See? Kinda fun, ain't it?"

"mmhmmm..." She lay there nodding and grinning, cute as can be like a kid Christmas morning. Speaking of Christmas, it was time to unwrap the first article of clothing.

Firmly, I gripped her rib cage on both sides on the 10th and 11th rib and slowly moved the impending shirt up more exposing her smallish breasts. Out of any nipples to grace my presence, hers have been the most suckable. Shaped like a bottle nipple, these masterpieces were made for suckling, and that is what I did. With one hand now reaching behind her back, and the other hand skimming exposed side skin down to her jeans, that hand floated over the button to good will. I looked her in the eyes and with an index finger and a thumb the button came loose in an instant. 

"Oh. That was fast. hehe, usually it's a few minutes of fumbling around with it."

"Yeah, but I know what I'm doing. Pretty sure I've done this before."

"I bet. Do you think I should take off this shirt?"

"uh huh. I think it's time for that." She sat up just enough to attempt to remove her shirt but her but her glasses and pony tail kept getting in the way. We laughed at her clumsiness and kissed our troubles away when the offending garment was finally loose. My hands could not keep from wandering across the smooth plain she called her skin. 

I had to make an adjustment. All that bare skin was just too tempting for my own skin not to touch. I straddled her and removed my shirt, tossing it aside like an unwelcome guest. Now, I was free to return to my command post lips and in doing so, our bare chests introduced themselves. mmm now we're talkin', I thought. 

We kissed in slow pecking fashion again, grasping for earlobes and necks with our explorative lips. I ventured south once more, this time with a task in mind. Traveling down her tiny frame, my mouth did its thing, I had to make a brief stop at those incredibly suckable nipples and handful breasts. Her skin was so soft, so inviting, my cheeks too felt the need to nuzzle up and get properly acquainted. 

"ooohhh, I'm not use to this!" She said whimpering and shaking her head back and forth. I laughed.

"Well you better, because I could get used to watching you squirm." I went in for another kiss and a face rub of that neat place at the bottom of her sternum. "Hey, why don't we remove these pants?" 

"Okay." Words cannot express this young lady's seductive smile, so I'll just skip to the part where she pulls her pants down and they become tangled up in her socks around her ankles. Ah, such a cutie. As the jeans navigated their way down her curvaceous legs, I was right there orally investigating the new epidermal terrain. Her impeccably smooth shaven pussy was covered by a tiny little something I like to call an emotional barrier. ie: a tiny red thong. After the jeans were fully removed and out of our way I kissed and licked the bit of pubic flesh left uncovered between her thighs and that red cloth. 

"oohhhh.... I'm sooo not used to this." I lip nibbled her ample labia through the thin cotton fabric as she sighed. "My boyfriend doesn't do that!"

"Really? How long have you been seeing him"

"Six months... It's been even longer since someone has done that for me."

"hehe.. You're in for a mighty fine treat then there young lady." I pointed to the dampening panties. "That is some lip smacking goodness!" 

I resumed my oral treatment around her panties and slowly pulled them aside, revealing and suckling on more flesh as it was exposed. She could no longer talk or communicate like a reasonable human being. After torturing her for a few moments I finally began pulling that emotional barrier down to reveal that oh so smooth pussy terrain. Ahh, good ol' Canadian prairie girls. I took a good while, patiently, torturously, pulling down those panties until they were off and out of the way. 

"ohhhhh...." She grinned knowing what was coming up next, but as I said, she could no longer speak. I took focus of her womanhood, her clit hood that is and made absolutely certain I did not viciously attack it too soon. Instead, I set my attentive oral skills on that smooth bare patch where red cloth once lay, kissing and sucking it up. There's nothing quite like a smooth mound to take in your mouth, except maybe what lies below it. 

Then, the tour began. I moved down onto her vulva. She was exceptionally wet and puffy from all the excitement and I lapped up the rewards like a hungry Ethiopian. Her labium was more than what I'd been used to and just what I had been craving. More lip for me to play with, taking them into my mouth as my tongue danced the tango with her clit. Her juicy rewards never seemed to cease, but she was able to offer some kind words of encouragement. 

"Oh... oh God!... sigh.. holy hell!" I couldn't help but smile down there as I eagerly worked that clit and sucked up my just desserts. In her heightened sensitivity she felt that smile pressing up against her pussy. "hehe, I bet you're just smiling down there aren't you?" 

"Indeed."

"You have such a cute smile."

"hehe thanks.." I hiked up her legs a little more so I had more access to drive my tongue down into her pussy. She gasped a little as I did this, as I reached in as far as I could with my tongue arching back into her g-spot. My lips fluttered amongst hers and her hips bucked into me. I pulled out of her pussy and took her clit into my mouth where I boxed it with my tongue. I never took my eyes off her appreciative face but I modified my mouth movement according to her reaction. While she neared cumming I rested my tongue between my lower teeth and her clit while allowing her own bucking hips to take control. I thought she would go on all night in long lost pleasure, and really, I would not have minded in the least but it looked like she wanted to show some gratitude and share the wealth. 

Her eyes beckoned me like they wanted to tell me a secret. I took that moment as an opportunity to scoop up all the cum I could with my tongue and swollow. I licked my lips and offered an "ahh" as if I had taken a refreshing gulp of water after a 5k run. 

"I'm sooo wet."

"uh huh, my face is too."

"I bet.."

I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans as I meandered back up to her face attempting to clean mine. She was talking about how good I had made her feel and how foreplay in her sexual history usually meant offering a blow job and hopping right to it and... 

"oooohh!!" Mutually.

My patient rock hard cock found its way to her extremely slick and inviting pussy. I had managed to squeeze all the way in, balls to the wall, in one motion leading her to share her foreplay stories for later. Slow full length strokes were in order to get us both accustomed to slippery glides and unheard of pleasure. I pulled all the way out, teased her pussy lips and sank right back in to the hilt. Breathing was measured, as if unsure where the next bit of air would come from. Soon we were fucking with more assuredness. More intent. 

I brought her legs up high over my shoulders giving me even deeper access but after the tongue lashing, she could not take this treatment for long. Ok, I thought, we're going to have a few collisions with our pelvises, and fortunately your clit will cushion the blow. I fucked her hard, I fucked her well. We began sweating and being vocal about our current predicament. 

"I'm trying to be quiet here, but it's not working out." She said. I suddenly became aware of the bed squeaks, the moaning, the animalistic breathing.

"Oh why bother?" I smiled at her.

"There's that smile again."

"You couldn't wipe this smile off my face with a two by four."

"My boyfriend walks in right now, that just might happen."

"Well, let's make the most of this then shall we?" And how! Our bodies were covered in a thin film of sweat. I drop dripped off my nose onto her cheek and she giggled.

"You're sweating on me!"

"Ah, well let's remedy that." I Leaned back and rested upon my knees while still penetrating her. I brought her legs up with me and tucked them close together, her feet nuzzled themselves in my chest. We peaked at each other around her kneecaps, smiling, always sure to keep one another in each other's sites. Then I spread her legs again and gazed upon her sweat glazed body. A slight shine accentuated her cute girly curves and drew attention to those suckable nipples. Tempting, I thought, no point in resisting temptation now. 

I reached behind her back and pulled her up close to me so I could take another nibble of nipple followed by a passionate kiss. 

"It's time for you to go on top."

"Oh really," she said, eye brows raised, "this should be interesting."

"That's exactly what I'm hoping for." I kissed her again before we practiced our gymnastics skills in rolling over without losing our bond.

"Ohh.. I have no rhythm." She whined and immediately disproved that proclamation rocking her hips like a pro in it for more than a check. I assisted her slightly offering a firm bumper for her hard rocking motion. She was becoming so wet at this point the juice's noise was almost distracting. Or perhaps they were..

"I'm so wet, I'm surprised you feel anything."

"Oh my, you have no idea." She rocked slowly back to the hilt. I grunted and held her ass closer to me, penetrating her deeper until rubbing her cervix with my cock head. "mmm, I feel just fine thank you." For a moment she lost composure and looked me deep in the eye like a hunting tigress.

"oooo... I wasn't expecting that."

"What, this?" I pushed in deep, rubbing that cervix again. She moaned loudly and began riding like a bareback champ. I could only lay there, unlike a prized stallion, and watch her in all her pleasurable glory. She rode hard and deep enough, that on one outward thrust I popped out of her. My cock, soaked, lay on the outside of her slick pussy lips sliding around for a moment or two while she collected her self.

"Tell me you felt that one."

"Oh yeah." Smiling away at my prized booty call.

"I think I should clean some of this off." Referring to the immense excess cum still dripping onto my heavily lubed cock. I nodded with pride and lust in my eyes.

"mmm, wait." I beckoned her to kiss me. We settled into a comfortable embrace, kissing, my cock found its temporary home again. The passionate open mouth kiss lasted only a moment but it was enough to ensure she did indeed require some cleaning off.

"We need to reposition you." I uneasily slipped out of her. She took that as an opportunity to find a towel.

"Oh? And how do you want me?" Obedience, I thought, good girl. She toweled off her groin as seductively as one could do such a thing.

"C'mere lil' doggie." 

"You want me in doggie? My fave. Just how it should be done." Indeed. One thing I like about fucking this girl doggie style is that she turns her head back to see as much as she can of me thrusting into her. My voyeur, my tease, my shy exhibitionist. 

We took turns doing the work in this position, and we shared responsibility. I began fucking her hard and fast for quite some time. My hands still unable to keep themselves from wandering, deeply massaged her back and butt cheeks. The bed creaked. She screamed naughty bits. I moaned. I fucked her hard. I fucked long enough my thighs were burning, my back was screaming from pulling back on her hips like it was to save my life. And sweat pored off our bodies. Then, I slowed down once again as I felt her pussy may have had enough. It's a kind of tender feeling, her pussy was on fire with heat.

"I think you've had enough."

"I had enough long ago. I mean, wow, I've had a great time with you but... do girls ever make you cum, or do you do that on your own?"

"Haha! It's not all about cumming my dear." For me, it's about gleaning the most mutual pleasure out of every sexual experience I have. I'm not sure what started that, but it's been that way since losing my virginity. Someday, I'll figure out this 'quickie' thing, but for now, this is way too much fun. "I don't have to fuck for hours every time. I can't take breaks, whenever you need one. Cumming is not a big deal to me." But for her, I sensed perhaps getting her guys off was a big enough deal. All too common, this line of thinking.

She raised herself so her back rested on my chest and she looked back for a round the shoulder kiss. My hands grasped her hips and firmly rubbed up her body to her breasts. One hand continued on to caress her face into our kiss. She looked me in the eye and smiled that piece of seduction once again. Then she rested down on her elbows again.

I took that as a queue to finish my business. The boyfriend would be calling soon anyway. My hands started at her shoulder blades and massaged their way down into a firm grip, fists full of booty flesh and I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Fuck it, let the neighbours hear it. Let the world hear it. I grunted to her moans as sweat blinded me. I beat into her flushed puffy pussy so hard she was screaming the usual religious sentiments. I was close to cumming finally when she actually cheered me on, which briefly threw me off.

"Go baby go!"

I smile struck my face yet again but her squeezing quivering pussy gripped me in such a way my eyes closed and all I could focus on was the pleasure I was feeling sliding through her soft walls. And then it came. I pulled out in time to see white fluid pour out of my cock like lava at a volcano onto her once clean comforter as I stroked myself to completion. That was the first pulse, containing so much cum that it was a slow release complete with some type of audio noise escaping my lips. And then the second flowed almost as much as the first. And finally the last three or four or who knows how many orgasmic pulses my cum shot out as it normally does striking her butt cheeks. Hearing now returning to me, feeling returning to my pained and burning thighs, realization my vision was in fact obstructed by far too much sweat for a man my size... This is why I don't want to cum every time. I like building a savings account.

The bed was as soaked and beaten as we were. Post coital cuddling was left until after her shower and me drying off by other means. We sat once again on her couch in an afterglow cuddling. She called her boyfriend and found he was on his way soon, and we laughed at her dark side opening up to Lord Dirt while she talked lovingly to her unwitting significant other. The force is weak with that boy.

But alas, I had to sneak out the backdoor after some nipple suckling and tummy facial cuddling, humming the Door's Backdoor Man. Just in time too, she got the call to meet her man at the front door just after I left.



Booty Call



It was about one in the morning when her phone rang. We had been asleep for a couple of hours. We normally go to bed at eleven. Debbie reached for the phone.

"Hello baby," she said. "I hoped you would call."

Sitting up, Debbie turned on the lap. With the light, I could see the sparkle in her eyes as she talked on the phone. "Sure baby. I will come right over. Just give me a little time to get ready." And then, "Ok. I can't wait too. I am excited. Kisses."

With that, Debbie stepped out of bed and looked at me.

"Honey, I need to get going. Sam called and he wants me to come over. I don't have much time. Help me get ready."

She walked to the bathroom to get ready.

I could feel my cock stirring. Sam was one of her boyfriends. He was a nice guy and really knew how to fuck Debbie. I think Sam is her favorite but she seems to like them all.

As Debbie stepped into the bathroom she started to remove her pajamas. When she slept with me that is what she wore. She saved her special lingerie for her boyfriends. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but appreciate her beauty. She was about 5' 7" and 145 pounds. Her legs were shapely with a nice ass that had some meat on it but was tight and firm. Her best feature or features were a pair of natural 38 DDs that were incredible. Her long brunette hair reached down to her mid back.

"Do you want me to drop you off?" I asked. Secretly hoping she would allow me. I appreciate it when she tolerates me to participate in some small way.

"No. Not tonight dear. Call me a car."

I sighed to myself and called the car service asking for a pick up at one thirty in the morning. Peeking into the shower, I saw Debbie running a razor over her pussy. She liked to keep it nice and smooth for her lovers. I knew she would shave her legs as well.

"What do you want to wear tonight baby?" I asked. "How about that nice white lacy bra and panties that I bought you for our anniversary? I suggested.

"No baby. Those are still dirty from my last date. You will need to get them clean. I was thinking about the black thong with the leather bustier and stockings for tonight." Debbie replied. "You know, the ones you bought for me when you thought I was going on vacation with you a couple of months ago. It would be nice to finally wear them."

Debbie would look great in that outfit. I quickly picked the items out and placed them on the bed. While Debbie was drying off and putting on her makeup, I went to the closet and picked out a pair of high-heeled, black leather boots. They were knee highs.

After a few minutes applying makeup, she didn't need much, Debbie came into the room. She had me help with her bustier. It was a little hard to hook up. Then she slipped on the stockings and panties. Next she got into her boots. The heels were almost three inches high. She looked stunning. 

Posing for me, Debbie asked, "How do I look sweetheart?"

"Ready to fuck baby! God you look great!" I exclaimed.

"Baby, that is going to happen" was her matter of fact reply.

Then she placed one of her legs up on the bed. "Come kiss me good luck." 

This was our ritual. I knelt down and ran my tongue up her thigh. As my tongue approached her pussy Debbie pulled her panties to the side exposing her pretty little cunt. As my tongue licked across her clit, I could tell that she was already wet. I knew it wasn't the thought of me that was getting her wet. That turned me on even more. After a few minutes, she pulled my head away. Looking down into my eyes she said, "The next thing that enters my pussy will be another man's cock!" She always told me this... and it always happened.

Debbie pulled a short overcoat on. It went almost to her knees. I am sure when she sat down it would expose the top of her stockings. She liked that.

I walked her to the front door. The car was just pulling up. I went to kiss her good bye but she gave me her cheek. She didn't want to mess up her lipstick. 

"I love you. I will call when I get there baby. I will try to send pictures but don't pester me." With that, Debbie was out the door and into the car. My heart was pounding as she drove away.

Part Two

Like most cuckold couples it was me, the husband, who had encouraged her to date.

It started a few years ago. We had gone out to a bar on a Friday night. As always Debbie looked great. As soon as we had entered the bar I got a call from work. I had to step outside to take the call. Debbie went to the bar to wait for me to join her.

My call took almost a half hour. When I went back into the bar it was getting crowded. It took me a few minutes to find Debbie. As soon as I spotted her I noticed that she was chatting with a guy and seemed pretty engaged. She was giggling and sipping a drink. I wasn't mad or jealous. I was curious. I hung back a few minutes towards the back and watched.

I noticed a couple of more things. Debbie kept leaning into her new friend exposing her cleavage; the guy was definitely looking. And the second thing I noticed was that Debbie wasn't too concerned about me.

She didn't glance at her watch or look at her phone. I was also getting very aroused. I couldn't take much more. I got on the phone and texted Debbie to meet me outside. As the texted arrived, she picked up the phone. I saw her talking to the guy. As she was getting up, the guy gave her his number on a piece of paper. She gave him a kiss goodnight. I was hard as a rock. She was so sexy. 

When we got home, we rushed upstairs to bed. Debbie at first denied that she was interested. But her soaking wet pussy gave her away. We discussed it for a couple of weeks. Finally she agreed to do a threesome. I had her call her friend at the bar and that weekend we did our first threesome. It was incredible. 

Since then Debbie has been on many dates. In the beginning they were mainly threesomes. Then as she got more comfortable with "dating" she would have me shadow her on a first date. If she were comfortable with the guy she would sometimes go alone... most often go alone. Over time we went from threesomes to where she just allows me to watch. This is very exciting. There is no way to describe in words the beauty of watching your wife fuck someone. It is like living art. We do have rules. There is no falling in love with anyone and she always has to take pictures if I am not there.

Part Three

I returned to the bed knowing that Debbie should reach Sam's apartment in about 30 minutes. My mind races ahead, trying to visualize her greeting and then pleasing him. Debbie is very different with other men that with me. Many things that she will not do with me she has no problem doing with her lovers. As I lie in bed too excited to sleep I play with my cock waiting for Debbie to call or text. I place the phone on my chest so I don't miss the call.

After what seems like an eternity my phone buzzes. There is a text message. She must not have had time to call.

Here message is simple. I am here safely. Very hot and wet. Sam is such a great fuck. Wish me luck.

I text back. Good luck baby. Hope you have fun. Thinking of you. I love you.

God, she is with him. At that very moment Debbie is with him. Thinking of it is almost too much. But the thought drives me crazy. I am sure at that moment she is kissing him. She won't have any problem saving her lipstick. She will kiss Sam.

As I think about Debbie revealing her new outfit for Sam I get very hot. I had bought her that outfit for a sexy night that I was hoping we could have on a mini-vacation. My work took me to Puerto Rico and I had planned a very romantic week for us. The outfit was part of that weekend. In the end, Debbie couldn't go. She had planned a date with one of her boyfriends and didn't want to break it. So, as luck would have it, she was able to wear that outfit tonight for Sam.

Then my phone buzzes. It is a picture. I love getting pictures.

She is on her knees sucking Sam's huge cock. She has removed her jacket but the remainder of the outfit is still on

It is obvious that Sam took the picture. It is taken in a mirror so I can see all of it. I zoom to her mouth. You can see her eyes rolled back and Debbie's tongue is swirled around his head. Then another photo comes in. She almost has Sam all the way in her mouth. She is deep throating him. Sam is a lucky guy. I had always wanted Debbie to deep throat me but she would complain about it. I would experience it vicariously through Sam.

My imagination races ahead as I wait for another message or anything. I want to cum but I don't. I bring myself to the brink then wait. Debbie likes it when I save it all for her or at least jack off in front of her if she is too worn out when she comes home.

After about 30 minutes I get another photo. Sam took this one too. He is fucking her doggie style and he is buried to the hilt. The photo shows his cock buried in her. Her beautiful ass. Her back is arched. Sam has one hand pulling her hair backwards. She likes to be controlled by her lovers. Sometimes she lets me run my hands through her hair when we do it. But it is never physical. 

I stare at the photo. I am so lucky to have such a hot wife. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I keep an album with all the photos. I love going through them when I am alone.

I get another photo. I can't believe my eyes. This one shows Sam's huge cock entering Debbie's ass. Wow!!!! It is hot. That is the one thing that I have never been able to do with her. She always tells me that it makes her feel funny when I try it. This isn't the first time Debbie has had anal sex although it is the first time she sent me a photo. In her previous ass fucking sessions she told me that she was too deep into the moment to take a photo. She would come home with her ass stretched out. Obviously she was thinking of me tonight. She remembered to send a photo.

It is hard not to cum right there as I stare at the photo. At about four in the morning I get some more treats. First, the picture is one of Debbie lying on her back with her knees in her air. Cum is dripping from her cunt down to her ass and then to the bed. The second photo is Debbie cleaning Sam's cock by giving him a blowjob. You can see the sparkle in her eyes. I can't wait for her to come home.

Debbie calls and tells me she is on the way. She is going to rest on the way. I eagerly await her arrival. This is what her dates must feel like when they wait for her to arrive. 

The wait is driving me crazy. I sit in the front room staring out the window. My cock is rigid. I see the headlights of the car as it nears the house. It stops and the driver holds the door open for Debbie. She gets out of it and shows a lot of leg. Her hair is still a little messed up but not too bad.

Debs walks in the house and I quickly approach her. She is radiant. Thriving. Alive.

She drops her jacket to the floor. She still looks incredible despite a hard night of fucking. Or maybe from a hard night of fucking.

I go to kiss her and she eagerly kisses me. I can taste him in her mouth. She knows this excites me. 

My instincts are to fuck her at the door but she wants to go upstairs to our room.

I let her go first and watch her incredible ass and legs. I can see streaks on the insides of the top of her thighs and she takes the steps.

When Debbie enters the room, she goes to the bed and sits down. She nods at her boots. I know what this means. She wants me to remove them. Anything for Debbie.

My hands tremble as I carefully unzip and remove them. I am hard. I want to cum.

I kiss Debbie again. Her tongue darts into my mouth. It tastes like she just got done sucking cock.

She looks down at my cock and says, "Guess you got excited while I was getting fucked. Did you wait?"

I nod yes.

"Good boy. Then you get a treat. I am going suck on your dick before we fuck."

She tells me to lie on the bed. She comes up to me and the kisses me some more. Her fingers find my cock. It is the second cock she had handled in so many hours. The fact is not lost on me. It further excites me.

Then she kneels on the bed and starts sucking on my wanting tool. She is lost in thought. She seems miles away.

Debbie is getting excited. I can read her body.

Then she moves over me. She is straddling me. Her pussy is just above my face. She is going to sixty-nine. I look up and see her cunt. It is still red and wet from the pounding Sam must have given her.

As she sucks my cock Debbie lowers her pussy to my mouth. She tells me to clean her up. I use my fingers to open her cunt lips. Juices come out. They are a mix I am sure. I dive in and suck it in deep. Debbie moans.

Debbie sits up on my face and really starts to grind. I am going to lose it. I am pretty sure she has had an orgasm.

I want to fuck her doggie style like Sam did but she is too worn out. She turns on her back and spreads her legs. I slowly enter but there is no need. She is very wet and open. I enter and pick up the pace. Debbie doesn't like it when I place my weight on her. She says it makes her claustrophobic. So I hold my weight with my arms like I am doing a pushup. Right before I cum, Debbie tells me to pull it out. She wants to watch me cum. I was hoping to add my cum to Steve's but that is not going to happen. 

I shoot my load all over her stomach. She takes her hand and rubs the cum into her stomach. Then she takes a lick.

"It is weird how each guy tastes so different" Debbie contemplates.

We are both worn out from a long night that started so differently. Debbie puts on her PJ's and then comes to bed. We snuggle.

"I love you," I whisper in her ear.

"I love you baby," my wife responds.

"Oh baby, there is a swinger party this weekend," Debbie mumbles.

"Sounds great baby. I would love to go." My mind is already picturing us going.

"No baby. You misunderstood. Sam wants me to go with him; it might be a weekend date."

My cock stiffens.



Booty Call



Note: This is a follow-on to my "Crutches" story. 

*

Intrigued, Jen opened the package that had shown up in her dorm room mail. She didn't recall ordering anything and the return address was too vague to clarify things. Peeling back the wrapping paper, a smile flashed across her face as she blushed, instinctively glancing over her shoulder to ensure she was alone. The package held three pink panties: one modest pair just like the one she had been wearing on the fateful morning when she met Jason, and that he had subsequently kept. A second panty was more of a thong, and the third was positively sinful and completely impractical with frilly touches at the top and a completely sheer lace bottom. The note included was doubtlessly from Jason, though it was signed only "J", with simply the words "a small gift for you". Jen shook her head and stashed them in her drawer. It had been almost a week since her encounter with him, when she had given up her virginity in a most unexpected fashion. The memories still made her shiver and she had been disappointed that he hadn't called. At least her ankle was healed enough to walk on. 

Jen stewed about the gift all night and into the next day. As a college senior, like Jason, she knew that there were almost twice as many girls as guys on campus, and Jason was obviously one of the best looking guys. Here, girls had to do the chasing, something she was loath to do. On the other hand, every night her thoughts went back to him and the way he made her feel. By the next evening she resolved to call him. Butterflies filled her stomach as she dialed his number, took a deep breath, and hit send.

"Hello," he answered. 

"Hi," she answered, her throat suddenly tight and her voice higher than expected. . "It's Jen." Silence filled the line. "The girl with the crutches."

"Oh, yes, the girl with the pink panties."

Jen's cheeks burned as she grinned at his brazen comment. "Yes, and I wanted to thank you for the gift."

"My pleasure. I hope you wear them well, I hand-picked each one of them."

"Okay, I will," she grinned, twisting her hair in her fingers, her heart racing as the line went silent again.

"Well, I gotta go," he finally said.

"Yeah, sure. Okay." 

"Later."

"Um, Jason? Would you like to go out dinner or something with me?" she asked, her heart now pounding in her chest.

"Oh, sorry, no. I have a girlfriend."

"Oh," Jen responded numbly.

"Jennifer, I'm sorry if I misled you, but I hope you understand that I can't date you."

"Yeah, sure, I understand."

"Great. Glad you understand. Anything else?"

"Oh, um, no."

"Alright, later."

"Bye."

Jen stared at her phone and tried to sort out her emotions. She had just been played. He didn't like her; he had just used her for sex. She felt ashamed as she realized that she had been the other woman, her eyes starting to water. Seconds later she almost became physically ill as she thought of his poor girlfriend. She started to pace her dorm room as she tried to come to grips with what had happened, alternating from fury to shame and then disgust. Her roommate, Karen, returned, and inquired what was wrong. Jen just frowned, shook her head and sat on her bed, opening a book and pretending to study. She tried to play calm for Karen, unwilling to let on that her "boyfriend" was really just a guy who fucked her once and didn't want anything more to do with her. A new level of revulsion swept over her as she understood what a pig he was for betraying his girlfriend that way. 

A few days passed, and Jen decided to sit on the campus mall and study. It was a positively gorgeous day, with the sun shining and birds chirping. She had come to terms with her behavior, and although she wasn't happy about it, she knew she couldn't change it. Suddenly she was interrupted. 

"Hey dollface, how's the ankle?" Jason asked with a smile as he lay down next to her, sitting up on his elbow. Jen glanced at him.

"Fine," she answered in disgust, noting that he was awfully close to her. 

"Good," he smiled. "They usually heal pretty quickly."

Jen nodded in response, hoping her silence would clue him in that he was not welcome. 

"So are you wearing one of your new panties?" He grinned lasciviously. 

"None of your business," she glared, offended that he would think to ask such a thing.

"Well, it may not be my business, but it is a fixation of mine." His eyes drifted deliberately to her crotch. "I can just imagine what that second pair looks like on you."

"You're disgusting," she snapped, strategically placing her book in her lap to obscure his view.

"Why? What's disgusting about appreciating a woman's body?"

"You have a girlfriend," she sneered.

"Yeah, I know. I pick her panties too."

"Well then. Why don't you go ogle her and leave me alone?" Jen spat.

"Yeah, I just might do that," he grinned, finally raising his eyes to her. Jen noted the naughty twinkle in them, seemingly oblivious to her irritation. "But right now I'm fixated on wondering what dollface is wearing."

Jen stared at him, trying to convey her annoyance with her eyes. Jason wasn't cooperating, confidently returning her gaze with an easy grin on his face. His eyes slowly detached from hers and casually wandered down her body, pausing at her breasts for long moments before continuing down below her waist. Jen shook her head and held her book in place, but her pulse still surged when she saw his tongue slowly lick his lips.

"Now see what you did?" he growled, his eyes flashing to seize hers. "Now I have to adjust myself."

Jen puzzled over what he meant, but her eyes followed his as he glanced down. She was unable to tear her eyes away in time, observing him casually reach into his shorts to adjust his member. Jen could feel her cheeks burn as she looked around the mall, wondering if anyone else had noticed his shameless display. All across the campus people were going about their business, oblivious to what had just transpired.

"You're disgusting," she sneered with all the venom she could muster, unwilling to look at him.

"Yeah? Say that to my face."

Jen turned to his sparkling eyes as he grinned at her.

"You're disgu-," is all she got out before her peripheral vision caught his hand squeezing his cock. 

Her eyes involuntarily glanced down as she stuttered. Her eyes jerked to his and then she looked away before a smile forced its way onto her face. Jason laughed gently and lightly pushed her bare arm. Jen turned back to him with an annoyed grin, rubbing his touch off her arm. 

"You're disgusting," she tried to glare, but his action had knocked her off balance and he seemed to know it.

"You want me."

Jen shook her head. "You have a girlfriend."

"Yep."

"How can you do that to her?"

Jason shrugged casually. "What can I say? I'm a man."

"Real men don't cheat on their girlfriends."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. Besides, for all you know she's watching us right now."

Jen's eyes snapped up and scanned the mall. 

"No," Jason chuckled. "She's not watching." He was suddenly serious. "She doesn't know. I'd like to keep it that way."

Jen frowned and looked away for a moment before looking back at him. "I won't tell." She looked away again for a moment and then shook her head. "Why would you do that her?"

"I like to fuck."

"You're a pig."

"I'm a man," he shrugged. "Men like to fuck."

"Girls like to fuck too," she snapped back.

"Yeah, dollface, now we're talking. Your place or mine?" 

Jen shook her head in disgust and looked away. 

"Hey," Jason grinned, nudging her thigh. "See that guy?" Jason nodded toward a boy walking down the sidewalk. Jen nodded. "He likes to fuck." Jen shook her head and looked away from the boy. "Although, by the looks of it, the only pussy he gets is online." Jen choked back a involuntary snicker.

Their conversation dissolved into silence for a few moments. Finally Jason spoke up again.

"So why don't you have a boyfriend?" Jen shrugged in response, unwilling to meet his inquisitive eyes. "Cause you're every guy's dream girl." Jen's eyes flashed to his as a pit formed in her stomach. "A lady on the street and a freak in the sheets."

Jen looked away and blushed scarlet, but not before she saw the sexual gleam in his eyes. Jason chuckled lightly and slowly rose to his feet.

"Well, dollface, I gotta go. I can't be your man, but you got my number. I might be able to make myself available for...other services." He easily bumped her chin and then her cheek with his knuckle before leaving. Jen allowed herself to stare at his ass as he departed, rubbing his touch off her cheek as she admired the view. 

Jason's words haunted her for the rest of the week. I might be available for other services. The thought positively shook her. She was aware of what others called "booty calls", calls placed for the sole purpose of sex. Try as she might, she couldn't banish the thought from her mind. The nights became more difficult; instead of drifting off to a peaceful slumber, her dreams filled with visions of her and Jason. Making matters worse, she felt far too embarrassed to try to masturbate. Her freshman roommate, Karen, always a light sleeper, was only a few short feet away. The dreams tended to come late at night when Karen was around, and Jen always got up well before Karen did. A few attempts at relief in the privacy of the shower felt rushed and weak, spoiled by the absent chatter of other girls and discomfort of leaning against a cold, wet wall. By the afternoon, when she returned to her room and had a few hours alone, her resolve always stiffened and she focused her energies on her studies, convinced she could get through the longing, only to have it return with a vengeance in the night. 

Jen took out her phone and brought Jason's number up, staring at if for long minutes before erasing it. The next night she repeated the process, carefully planning what would have to happen. She had shaved her sex for the first time, just in case, the feeling of her exposed skin against her panties causing her to dwell even more on her horniness. She even had taken the embarrassing step of acquiring a few condoms. Shaking her head, she deleted the call again, sleeping fitfully through the night. Finally, the next night, lying on her bed, she gave in. With a furtive glance at Karen's back, confirming she was studying at her desk with ear buds blasting, she dialed Jason.

"Hey dollface," he answered easily.

"Hey," she whispered from her bed, glancing at Karen's back again. Silence filled the line. "I was wondering if you would like to come over."

"For what?" he answered after a pause.

"You know...," she grinned, blushing.

"I want to hear you to say it," he replied, his voice sounding like liquid sin.

Jen stopped, eyes widening in shock at the prospect of having to verbalize her nasty desires. The call was silent for long moments as she wrestled with her inhibitions, her throat suddenly dry. Finally, she gave in.

"To have sex," she whispered, blushing as she glanced at Karen's back.

"Say the whole thing," he demanded.

Jen paused, grinning naughtily. "Want to come over and have sex?" she asked, almost giggling. 

"Hmmm," Jason answered in thought. "Sounds tempting. What are you wearing?"

"Um," Jen answered, glancing down, "A tee and shorts."

"Anything else?"

"Well, I have on a bra and panties," she whispered, glancing at Karen again, who seemed blissfully unaware.

"Uh huh," Jason answered, sounding unimpressed. "Well, you're wearing two items too many."

"You can come over and take them off," she purred.

"No. Lose two items and we'll talk about my cock coming over."

Jen jumped as the phone clicked, staring at it in surprise as she realized he had hung up on her. She frowned at his arrogance but tingled at his demand and the promise of the night. She glanced over at Karen again and quickly reached behind herself to undo her bra. She tucked it under her belly and then, as quietly as possible, pulled off her shorts and panties and then put her shorts back on. Jason may have a thing for panties, but she was not going to hang out in panties waiting for him. She took a deep breath and called him back. She could almost feel him grinning as he answered.

"What are you wearing?"

"A tee and shorts," she answered breathlessly, already feeling wet between her legs. As if he read her mind, he asked.

"Are you wet?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Touch yourself."

Jen slid her fingers down her belly and touched her most sensitive bud, causing her pelvis to twitch. Jen let out a little squeak and glanced at Karen's back again in embarrassment. 

"Are you wet?" he repeated.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Well, what do you want to do about it?"

"I want you to come over here."

"What part of me do you want over there?"

"Your cock."

"And what do you want me to do with my cock?"

"Fuck me."

"Say the whole thing, dollface."

Jen glanced guiltily at Karen. "I want you bring your cock over here and fuck me," she whispered.

"Okay," he answered and hung up.

Jen broke into a flushed grin and celebrated for a moment before sliding out of bed. She grabbed her toothbrush and was ready to rush out when she remembered she had taken off her bra. Turning around, she quickly put on her robe and then dashed to the bathroom to freshen up. She flushed in embarrassment at the prospect of asking Karen to leave, but it had to be done. Just after she reached her door, a hand grabbed her ass. Jen screamed as the door opened, startling Karen. Jen turned to confront whoever had attacked her, only to be swallowed up by Jason's arms. Jen was so startled she didn't know what to do. 

"You're wearing too much," Jason snarled as he ruthlessly pulled her robe off, her toothbrush falling to the floor. 

His hand immediately took firm possession of her ass, lifting her up and practically throwing her back to her bed. Jen squirmed away from his kiss, looking to a shocked Karen. Jason had to have seen her in the room; she was sitting in plain sight.

"Karen, um," she started only to have one of his hands slip under her waistband. Jen squealed in embarrassment and tried to push him off of her. "Stop it," she pleaded, dodging another kiss. "Karen, please, could you..." she started again,trying to motion her out of the room, only this time interrupted by one of his hand sliding up under her shirt. "Stop it!" she protested, slamming her hand down to try and push his away. She had to get Karen out of the room. "Karen, I need..."

"Get off of her!" Karen yelled as she jumped to her feet. Jason continued to attack Jen as she tried to slow him down and tell Karen to leave the room. "Get off of her!" Karen yelled again, this time grabbing a textbook and smacking him with it. "Stop it!" Jason had worked his hand almost up to her breast, and Jen let go of him to try and fend off Karen, who promptly thumped his head with the book. Jason stopped, released her and stood, his eyes furious as they locked on Jen's, ignoring Karen. Karen shifted uneasily, ready to hit him again as Jen pulled her top back into place. 

"What the fuck, you call me over for this?" he glared.

"Get out!" Karen yelled as Jen tried to stutter an apology and calm Karen at the same time.

"You obviously don't know how to play this game," he spat. "Stop wasting my time." Jason spun and left the room, slamming the door.

"No, wait!" Jen cried out too late.

"What the hell was that?" Karen asked, shaking and still holding her book. "I'm calling the cops."

"No!" 

"He can't just walk in here and attack you!"

Jen started to explain and then buried her head in her hands and fell back on the bed with a groan. "I invited him over."

"Yeah, but not like that, like he was expecting...oh" Karen tailed off as realization dawned on her. "He was coming over for..."

"Yeah. I didn't expect him over so soon, I was trying to get you out so I could..."

"So I ruined your hookup." Karen snorted a laugh as Jen nodded with a dejected giggle. "Sorry, I totally thought some random guy was attacking you. In a bad way." 

Jen shook her head with a sigh. "Not your fault. Thanks for coming to my rescue, you're a great friend." 

"You want to call him?"

"No, he looked pretty pissed. I'll call him tomorrow." Jen stared at the ceiling in resignation. All the excitement of the night, wasted. Her body was on fire, and there was nothing she could do about it. The way he had attacked her--manhandled her--had aroused her even more. She hoped he would give her another chance. She slept awfully again. 

Jen stewed about the events of the evening all day, barely able to concentrate in class. He had entered with such passion, if Karen had just gotten out he would have ripped her clothes off and given her the fucking she craved. She was surprised at how lewd her imagination was becoming, how hot it made her, and how often her mind wandered to think of his cock. She had even come to admit to herself that it was his cock she wanted, and she didn't care about being used for sex or about his girlfriend. She was amazed that after being chaste for so many years, she was now longing for sex like some horny guy. She was also worried that he would shun her after what had happened. Worse, when she called him he didn't answer,answer and she decided not to leave a message. Alone in her room, she called him again after dinner.

"This better be good," he growled.

"Listen I'm really sorry about that, I just needed a few minutes to get Karen out."

"Not my problem. You called, I came over. I don't appreciate having my time wasted."

"Come on, give me another chance. I won't screw it up."

"No."

Jen gaped at his refusal. "Please?"

Silence filled the line.

"Please what?" he finally asked.

Jen looked around the empty dorm room one more time, glad that Karen would be gone for awhile. "Please come over and fuck me. I really want you."

"I don't believe you."

"No, really, I do. I'll do anything you want."

"Take your top off."

Jen paused for a moment before complying. "Okay."

"Tell me what you're doing."

"Um, standing topless in my room," she laughed in confusion.

"I'm about to hang up if you don't start making this interesting."

Jen thought for a moment and cupped her breast. "I'm touching my tits," she whispered. He gave a word of encouragement and she grinned wickedly as she looked at herself in the mirror. She could feel her sexual power surge and she started to play with her breasts, describing them to him. 

"My nipples are hard, baby," she moaned, getting more turned on by the second. She continued to touch them, recounting to him how he had touched her their first time.

"Send me a picture."

Jen stopped, unwilling to cross that boundary. "No."

"Send me a picture."

"Jason, no. I don't..." she stopped and looked at her phone. He had hung up on her! Jen swallowed in disappointment, quickly calling him back.

"Don't call again until you send a picture."

Jen started to protest, but he had hung up. She knew she didn't want to have a picture of her out there. She put her shirt back on and started to pace the room, contemplating calling him back. Her body cried out in need; her talking dirty to him and playing with her breasts had gotten her quite worked up. Suddenly a wicked idea formed in her head and she whipped off her shirt, turned her back to the mirror, struck a pose and took a picture. She smiled at the picture, sexy but not revealing. Maybe this would satisfy him. She sent the picture to him and sat down. After giving it a minute, she called him back.

"Nice try. Not good enough."

"Jason, come on. I don't want to do that."

"Jennifer, listen to me," he answered harshly. "Go find yourself a boyfriend, someone who cares for you and will respect your boundaries. But if you want to get fucked stupid, you call me. Stop wasting my time. Make up your mind." 




Booty Call



Jen heard the click again and pouted. He had hung up on her. So that was it—send a picture of her tits to him or get nothing. She thought about it for a few minutes and then gave in. As a small concession to her modesty, she held her phone in front of her face when she took the shot, making hard to tell it was her, but her boobs were definitely in frame. She paced for a few minutes before calling him back.

"Nice," he said.

"So do you want to come over?"

"Dollface, I'm getting sick of this game. Say the whole thing."

"Do you want to come over and fuck me?"

"Yeah, I do," he answered, and Jen broke into a grin. "But I won't. I already got other plans for the night."

Jen's face fell. "That's not fair!" she finally sputtered.

"Hit me back later in the week."

"But I sent you a picture," she pleaded, hoping for break.

"Yeah, I got it. But I'm not your boyfriend and I'm not gonna drop everything just because you call."

"Asshole!" Jen exclaimed, livid at his denial.

"Watch your mouth, dollface, or you'll get nothing. Later."

Jen raged as she heard the tell-tale click that meant he had hung up on her. Angry and horny as hell, she quickly got dressed, put on some makeup and stalked over to the Student Union food court, intent on finding a guy, any guy, to fool around with. She brought herself a coffee and took a seat, scanning the room for potential prey. After twenty minutes, the reality of the situation hit her. The few guys that were here were either with a girl, repulsive, or in a large pack. She even tried to make eye contact with a few of the repulsive guys, but was completely unsuccessful. Dejected, she finished her drink and returned to her dorm room, finding Karen already there. As her mind cleared, the memory of her sending a naughty picture resurfaced and she kicked herself for being so stupid. She really didn't want a picture like that out there, and who knew what a jerk like Jason would do with it? She groaned internally as she shook her head.

Jen buried herself in her bed that night and concentrated on all the guys she knew. She figured she could name a bunch, but almost all of them were dating, and often dating her friends. After another restless night, she rose early as usual and put extra effort into looking nice. She went to class with a purpose, a smile on her face. By the second evening she was still alone in her room, with only a brief conversation with a boy to her credit. She stewed about Jason's words that she should find a boyfriend. She would show him, she resolved. She didn't need him or his cock. She would find someone on her own, even if it took all semester. Twenty minutes later, she sighed and dialed his number.

"Hey dollface," he answered, his voice immediately setting her on edge.

"Hey," she started timidly. "How's your day going?"

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, not an ounce of give in his voice.

Jen knew what she wanted to say, what she had to say, but she resisted. She paused, uncertain if she wanted to go further.

"I told you not to waste my time," he growled.

"No!" she exclaimed, "Don't hang up! It's just that...I was wondering if you would like to come over and have sex with me."

Silence filled the air. Finally he spoke. "I don't know, dollface, your roommate going to attack me again?"

"No, she's at the library."

"Hmmm. I don't know," he purred, his voice dripping in sensuality. 

"I'll make it worth your while."

"I don't know...send me a picture."

"No. Jason, no, I don't want to do that. Just come over."

"Send me a picture."

"No." 

And with that, Jen hung up the phone. She stared at the phone, amazed she had just done that. It felt good to stick up for herself, she thought. She only hoped she could stay strong. Jen frowned. With no prospect of Jason coming over, she decided to use these precious minutes alone to try to get some relief herself. Her body was already alive and ready. She quickly locked the door, lit some incense, and shut off the light. She didn't need a guy, she thought to herself. She removed her bra, slid under the sheets, closed her eyes and started to caress her breasts. 

After getting herself worked up, she pulled her tee to her chin and started to snake her other hand down to her waistline. Suddenly she froze as some people walked by door, chatting. Almost immediately she realized it was not going to work; she didn't know where Karen was. She could return at any moment. Jen considered texting her to find out where she was, but the prospect of admitting she just needed some alone time was too embarrassing. Her phone chirped and she picked it up to see a text had come in from Jason. She opened it and then squealed, dropping her phone on her bed: he had sent her a picture of his half-hard cock with the message "your turn." Jen covered her mouth in shock as she stared at the picture, her breath quickening even more. She wanted him. Brushing aside her concerns, she stood up, removed her top and took another picture. Her lust addled mind thought about it for a few seconds and then hit send. She gave it a few moments and then called him back. 

"Nice, dollface, nice," he answered in approval. Jen knew what she had to say.

"Do you want to come over and fuck me?"

"Sounds pretty tempting. You sure we'll be alone?"

"I'll make sure," she practically panted. 

"I'll be over in 20," he said and hung up.

Jen's hands trembled as she dialed Karen to tell her to stay away for a few hours. She checked herself in the mirror and in a burst of inspiration changed into a threadbare pink tank top. She had considered tossing it, as it was way tight and faded, but as she looked at herself in the mirror she was glad she hadn't. The top was stretched tight across her boobs and her nipples were so hard that they looked like they were going to burst right through. She could make out the outline of her areolas, the shirt was so thin. Jen admired herself for a few moments, posing for him in her mind. She checked her watch and then paced her room and waited for what seemed like an eternity. She almost whimpered in excitement as a knock fell on her door. Opening the door, she saw the object of her desire leaning on the doorframe, towering over her with a wolfish grin on his face as he took her in. Despite her arousal, the lust in his eyes made her take a few steps back, her eyes never leaving his. Jason sauntered in, closing the door behind him and locking it.

He walked up to her and she stared at him, frozen to the ground. His hand slowly reached out and took a firm handful of her hair in the back of her head, pulling her face up and causing Jen to moan.

"You wanna be my slut tonight?"

Jen groaned her assent, and he pulled her to him by her hair and kissed her. Her hands reached out to feel the solid heat of his chest and arms. After a few frenzied moments he roughly pulled her away, lust-filled eyes possessing her for a long moment before releasing her hair. His hands gripped the shoulder straps of her tanktop and in one violent motion he ripped her shirt open. Jen almost fainted in arousal. His savage eyes drifted down to savor her breasts as he tore the shirt completely open and pulled it off of her. 

"Sometimes girls just wanna get fucked, right?" He grinned as his hands roamed her body. Jen agreed with a gasp as he pushed her shorts down. She did a shimmy and they fell to her ankles, leaving her completely nude. He gathered another handful of her hair and pulled her head back. "Girls like to fuck, isn't that what you said?" Jen agreed in a daze. "Who needs a boyfriend? You just want a nice, hard cock to come over and fuck you." 

"Yeah," Jen agreed and reached down to grab his cock through his shorts as he kissed her again. Jason broke their kiss and pulled back, taking his tee off. Jen reached out and place a hand on his chest, but he pushed it off.

"Let's teach you some positions, dollface," he grinned.

Jason took her by the wrists and placed her hands on the outside of his shoulders. 

"Put your feet so they touch outside of mine," he ordered and Jen complied. "This is position one. When I tell my slut to get into position one, you stand like this, got it?" 

Jen nodded, trembling in arousal, as she stood before him. Her hands held on to his massive shoulders as she stood with her feet about 2 feet apart. His hands started to roam her body with impunity, tweaking her nipples, brushing against her dripping sex, lightly slapping her face. Jen found that she was helpless, unable to grind against him, unable to touch his body or hers, dependent on him for all pleasure. His hands encircled her throat and her eyes flew open in shock as he choked off her air supply for a moment, but she held her position. 

"Good girl," he growled in approval, wolfish eyes in an expressionless face. 

He put a finger on her lips and she eagerly sucked him in, eyes in his as she imitated giving a blowjob. He added a second finger and then slowly withdrew them. His hand lowered to her pussy and her eyes rolled back as he firmly inserted them into her, lifting her to her toes. The sloppy sound of her getting finger fucked mingled with her squeals as he pinched and pulled on her nipples with his other hand. When he withdrew his fingers from her, her whole body shook, her knees barely able to keep her up, her hands clamped on his shoulders for support. His fingers pushed into her mouth and she sucked them clean. 

"Good girl," he smiled. "Let's give you position two. On your knees."

Jen practically collapsed to the floor, her hands catching on his waistband and pulling his shorts down. She reached for his hard cock, but he swatted her hands away. 

"Knees apart. Further," he ordered, and she looked up at him with her knees wide apart. "Now hold your ankles," he demanded as he stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes. "This is position two. When I tell my slut to get into position two, this is your pose. Got it?"

Jen panted her understanding and Jason guided his cock to her mouth. She sucked him in eagerly and focused on sucking him like he had taught her last time. Jason rested his hand on her head. 

"Let's see how much you can take, slut." With that his hand tightened on the back of her head and he started to push his dick deeper into her throat. Jen felt him getting too deep and reached out to push him away. Jason yanked her mouth off of him.

"Position two, slut," he growled and she dutifully reached back to hold her ankle.

"You're going to make me throw up," she protested.

"Let's see how much you can take," he replied and put his dick back into her mouth. He slowly pushed it in until she retched again, this time quickly pulling out. Jen gasped for control as tears spilled from her eyes. 

"Good girl," he grinned, and Jen had barely recovered her breath when he put it in her mouth again. From the position she was in, she was completely unable to control him and she watched his belly approach, knowing he had at least an inch more to put in. Her body rebelled again and he pulled out, her eyes watering as she fought to keep from losing it. He repeated the process a few more times, giving her encouragement after each one. Finally he pulled her to her feet, wiped the tears from her face, and kissed her. She collapsed against his body, his cock pressed rigidly against her tummy.

"I want to fuck your mouth," he snarled.

"Yeah," Jen agreed, not having any idea what he meant.

"Yeah, what?"

"Fuck my mouth."

"Again."

"Fuck my mouth."

Jason pushed her onto her bed and the positioned her on her back so that her head was hanging off the side facing the room and her legs were against the wall in a giant V.

"Hands on the bed," he ordered, positioning them by her sides. 

With that, he lowered his hips to her hungry mouth and started to pump into her. Jen entire world shook as she lay still while his shaft worked into her. His hands played with her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, slapping her breasts, stroking her thighs. He patted her pussy a few times and would sometimes slip a finger into her. Every time she raised her hands he quickly pushed them back down to the bed, so she learned to just lay still and take it. On occasion he would pull out of her mouth and rub his sopping dick over her face before starting again, causing his precum and her saliva to mix with her tears. Jason reached down and pinned her hands to the bed and began fucking her mouth with abandon. Jen realized she couldn't move at all, her head pressed firmly against the bed frame, and tried to synchronize her breathing with his thrusts so she wouldn't pass out. Sometimes his cock rammed so hard into her mouth she swore the tip of her nose touched his balls and she tried to control her retching as best she could. Jason finally pulled out and pushed her over.

"Position two," he demanded and Jen scrambled off the bed to take her position on the floor. 

Jason put his cock back in her mouth, placed his hands solidly on the back of her head to hold it in place, and started to thrust into her again. Jen felt like her entire body was on fire and wished she could touch herself, her submission making her even hotter. He let out a deep, animal groan and she felt his cock harden even more in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his seed ejaculated into her mouth as she vainly tried to swallow it all. Finally he was spent and he collapsed back on the bed. Jen stayed in position in a sexual daze, excess cum dribbling down her chin, gasping for breath. 

Jason caught his breath and cracked a smile. "You can move, dollface."

Jen crawled over and grabbed a tissue to clean off. When she turned, he already had his shorts on. She watched from her knees as he put on his shoes. 

"What about me?" she complained.

"What about you?" he replied, not even bothering to look at her.

"I thought you were going to fuck me," she begged.

"Just like the last time," he grinned wickedly, "when I thought I was going to get to fuck you. Now we're even." Jason put on his tee and stood, looking down at her. "Call me next week and I'll fuck you stupid." With that, he rose and walked out of her room. 

Jen watched the door close in disbelief. The night's events had been amazing, but she wanted to get fucked. The jerk hadn't even made her cum! Jen punched the bed in frustration. Her body was on fire, but as she checked her watch she knew she had to get cleaned up before Karen returned. Jen sighed, wiped her face off again, and got ready to take a shower. The bathroom was empty when she entered, and after washing up she decided to try and quickly make herself cum. Just her luck, as her body started to convulse, a pair of girls walked in, engaged in boisterous conversation, and ruined her moment.

Three days later, still steamed over the way he had treated her, Jen saw him walking by with a buddy in the student union. She glared at him with all the venom she could muster. His eyes finally caught hers, and he responded to her ice with a smirk as he passed, turning back to his bud as he maintained his conversation. Jen shook her head and stalked away. She bought herself a coffee and found an empty sofa in one of the union's lounges. She opened a book and started to study, forcing thoughts of him out of her mind. She was lost in her studies when suddenly he joined her on the sofa.

"Hey dollface, how you doing?" he grinned.

"You're an asshole and I want you leave," she snarled, the blood roaring in her ears as she glared at him.

He chuckled at her. "Dollface, I told you I'm never gonna be your boyfriend. Don't be mad. We're even now."

"Even? How can you say we're even? And stop calling me dollface."

Jason laughed. "Yeah? Or what, dollface? You'll stop calling me?"

Jen glowered at him.

"Hey," he chuckled, a bemused grin on his face. "I understand. You thought you were calling a lover." He was suddenly more serious, the mirth still visible in his eyes. "Jen, this game you're trying to play is serious, and it's a game you're not ready for." His voice hardened as he continued. "The game isn't going to change. You have needs, we all do. I can help. But don't expect a romantic, candlelit romp. I told you, you want to be fucked stupid, you call me."

Jen started to respond before noticing a girl walking by. Jason hadn't been exactly quiet, and from the looks of it the girl had overheard. Jen waited until she had passed before turning back to him. 

"I did call you over. You were supposed to 'fuck me stupid'," she sneered quietly, her finger pantomiming quotes. "But you didn't. Obviously, I can't trust you to be up to the task."

Jason grinned as he leaned in. "You can trust me to rock your world. You and I both know I can. But I had to teach you a lesson, teach you that when you call me over, you need be able to deliver. So like I said, we're even," he said, leaning back and motioning both hands level.

Jen glared at him as he returned her gaze confidently.

"Why do you have to be so mean to me when I call? I want you to delete those pictures I sent you."

"Dollface, I'm not being mean to you. I'm making it crystal clear that we're negotiating a fucking. I don't want you to start thinking this arrangement is more than it is. I'm not coming over to spend quality time with you, or to get to know you better." Jen shook her head and glanced away. "Don't be calling me asking how my day went, wondering what I'm doing. When you've decided what you want, you call and let me know what you want. That's it." He paused for a moment. "I know what's going on in your head," he sighed and Jen rolled her eyes. "You look around, see all these guys who you're too good for, and the ones you want are already taken. Dollface, find yourself a boyfriend. I know it's hard, putting yourself out there, but everything worth having is. You're a beautiful girl, smart and classy. That alone can get you a guy, someone who will care for you, who will come running when you call. That guy ain't me. But I got something for you, something you want. Call me when you need it."

Jen stared at him, her mouth suddenly dry. Did he just say she was beautiful? Her eyes silently followed him as he stood.

"Jen, find yourself a boyfriend," he sighed, almost sympathetically. He abruptly leaned over and Jen pulled back a little, think he was going to kiss her. Instead he put his mouth near her ear. "But if you want to get fucked stupid, call me," he growled and walked away. Despite herself, Jen shivered at the raw sexuality of his comment.

Jen stewed over his words for the rest of the week. Her anger and disappointment eventually gave way to a ridiculous desire to get fucked again. She really couldn't understand it. She had gone 21 years without sex, but now she craved a dick that belonged to another girl. She really didn't blame Jason for not fucking her. He had made it clear it was all about him and apparently had been really irritated that his attempt at a hookup had been blocked by Karen. Nonetheless, the way he had dominated her was incredibly erotic, so powerful and...masculine. During the day she despised herself for the way she acted, the pictures she had sent and the words she had told him. At night, though, in dreams she would relive "position one", tossing the night away in an aroused state. Even Karen noticed, telling her that she was tossing and turning a lot at night. Jen hoped that that was all she was doing; what if she was mumbling in the dark? Unable to find a boyfriend, she resolved to take Jason up on his offer one more time and hope that a good round of sex would clear her mind. Karen was out, and she wanted him tonight.

"Hey dollface," he answered easily.

"Hey," she replied, butterflies filling her belly again. She rubbed her forehead, knowing the filthy words she had to say. Suddenly the phone clicked. She looked at it in confusion to see they had been disconnected. She called him right back. She started to apologize for the dropped call but he cut her off.




Booty Call



"I told you I don't like having my time wasted. When you call, the first words out of your mouth better be what you want," he snarled.

"Okay," she whimpered, "Will you come over and fuck me?"

"No. You just blew your one chance for tonight."

"Jason, no, please!"

"And another thing. When you call, I want a picture first. And it better be good, otherwise, don't bother calling."

"Jason, please!" she begged, but he had already hung up. 

Jen collapsed on her bed and burst into tears. She was so worked up she was a mess. And now he was demanding another picture just for the privilege of asking him to fuck her. Jen pouted at the gross unfairness of it. The guy should be begging her for sex, not the other way around. Jen sighed in defeat, knowing that she would be calling him tomorrow night.

Jen stewed all day in class, her mind constantly on the evening. She would take a picture, send it to him, then call and ask to get fucked. She would also need to get rid of Karen, as Thursday was often a night she spent in. Jen was so worked up she didn't really care what Karen thought of her request for some time alone. The hours seemed to drag by, Jen doodling in her notebook rather than listening to the professor. A surge hit her as she remembered she had a picture of his cock on her phone, and she could barely wait for class to finish before finding a private spot to admire it. Dinner finally came and she patiently waited for a few more hours before calling him. She asked Karen to have a few hours alone, and Karen promised to stay out until 11. 

Jen put on the naughty panty Jason had bought her, her sex visible through the sheer lace. She took off her top, struck a seductive pose, and took a picture. Unsatisfied, she tried a few more poses before finding one that was extra hot. She hoped Jason would be available tonight, and she hoped he would actually fuck her this time. That's really what she needed, a good fucking, she decided. Hopefully tonight would be the night. She sent him her picture just after 8, anticipating it was good enough for him, and called him a minute later. 

"Hey dollface, nice picture," he grinned.

"Can you please come over and fuck me?" she begged.

"Well that sounds tempting." Jen's heart jumped in anticipation. "Love those panties on you. Hmmm. Tell you what, send me another picture, a close up of those panties."

"So you'll come over?"

"Send me a picture dollface, and we'll talk about it."

Jen winced at the tell tale click. He hadn't even promised to come over. She didn't spare a second thought before taking a close up of her crotch, her labia clearly visible, and sending it to him.

"Very nice," he smiled as he answered.

"Will you come over and fuck me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I will. Tell you what, I'll be over at 10:30. See you then. I'm looking forward to it." With that, he hung up. 

Jen stared at the phone in disbelief. Karen was supposed to be home at 11, and she was pretty religious about being in bed by midnight. Lust overwhelmed reason and Jen called Karen to beg for more time. The suppressed giggle from Karen would have made Jen blush, but she was too worked up to care. Her room safely empty until 12:30, she checked the time. Over two hours to wait in anticipation. She paced restlessly, unable to concentrate, unwilling to go out, unable to settle. Her pussy was dripping already. Jen changed into a blue tank top and her shortest pair of pink gym shorts, ones that she usually only wore with leggings, as even in her aroused state she knew she was not going to answer the door in sheer panties. She hung her panties prominently on her headboard in case he wanted to admire them. Time crept by, and Jen found herself touching herself repeatedly, but with the promise of the night, she always stopped. Finally, mercifully, the clock reached 10:30. She waited in stretched anticipation, but nothing happened. Another minute ticked by, then another. She wondered if he had changed his mind, and she felt like she was going to cry. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. 

Jen leapt to her feet, opened the door and smiled. Jason walked in with a wicked twinkle in his eye and closed the door behind him, wearing cargo shorts and a gray tee.

"Hi," she whimpered.

"Position one, slut," he ordered,his voice dripping with temptation, eyes hungry and smoldering. She immediately complied. His hand took a good handful of hair in the back of her head and pulled her face up. "You want to get fucked stupid tonight, slut?"

"Yeah," Jen panted.

"Well you called the right guy." His hand slid under her shirt and found her aching breasts, fondling her nipples, making her moan in ecstasy. 

"You got flip flops?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jen answered, confused. 

"Put them on."

Jen looked at him askew for a moment and then went her closet and put on her flip flops.

"Sweet. Come with me," Jason grinned, taking her hand and leading her out into the hall. 

"Wait, what? No, stop!" Jen was so startled, she was outside her room before she could even react.

"Jason, no, I can't go out like this!" she protested, clamping her free arm over her boobs and glancing down the deserted hallway. 

Jason ignored her and led her to the stairway at the end of her hall. No one used the end stairway, it was primarily an extra fire escape. Suddenly they were alone, but somehow Jen knew they were still in public. Jen's cheeks burned in embarrassment, as she was outside her room wearing only a thin tank top, short gym shorts, and flip flops. She complained to him and tried to pull him back, but his hand held hers tightly and she was no match. Jason led her down a flight of stairs, oblivious to her protests. Stopping between floors, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her. She touched him tentatively, enjoying the feeling she had longed for. When he didn't stop her, her hands started to roam his hard body. He broke their kiss and cupped her face while standing forehead to forehead. Jen started into his smiling eyes and wondered what he was doing.

"Please, let's go back to my room."

"Why?" he mocked.

"I want you to fuck me," she begged.

"Soon enough," he grinned. 

"Yeah, but..."

Her thought was interrupted as he kissed her aggressively again, this time firmly grabbing her breasts as they stood in the stairwell. She tried halfheartedly to push him off, but to no avail. He pulled away with a smile and looked at her for a moment. Suddenly he bent over and threw her over his shoulder. He dashed down the rest of the steps to the exit, Jen protesting the whole way. The exit was deserted, as it was only used in emergencies, and Jen found herself outside in the warm night. The weak light of the exit barely illuminated the corner they were in, completely exposed on two sides. Even in the darkness she could see the gleam on Jason's face as he leaned against the wall with her in front of him.

"Position one," he smiled.

"Jason, no, please, let's go back to my room." Jen brought an arm up defensively to cover her breasts and glanced around. They seemed to be alone. When he didn't answer, she looked back to him.

"Position one, slut," he repeated, his voice holding a bemused taunt. 

"Jason no, I don't want to. Please, let's go back to my room." Shadows played across his face, but she could still see him smirk. He took her free hand and pulled it to cover his cock. Jen looked down and whimpered in desire as she felt him through his shorts.

"Come on, Jen. You want this?" he grinned. Jen nodded mutely. "This is why you called me over, because you want this. You want to be my slut tonight."

"Yeah, but..."

Jason cut her off with a finger to her lips. "No buts. Get in position one. Or walk away. Make up your mind. Now."

Jen looked guiltily at him and moved to position one. She really didn't have a choice she told herself, there was no way she could walk back into the dorm at this time of night without being seen by legions of her neighbors. A lean grin crept onto Jason's face.

"Now what does my slut want?"

Jen paused for only a moment. "I want to get fucked," she whispered.

"Good girl." 

She stood in position one as he slowly appraised her. His hands slid under her tee and Jen clamped her elbows to her sides to try and keep them in a decent place. Anyone walking by would be able to see them, and she was mortified at the prospect. Jason smiled at her and teased a move up her belly. Jen curled as much as she could while maintaining her pose, but his hands changed direction and slid around to her back. She looked up at him with pleading eyes as his fingers dipped under the waistband of her shorts. Panic rose in her throat and she vigorously shook her head, which seemed to amuse him. 

"What's the matter, slut, isn't this what you wanted?" he teased.

"No, please," she begged.

"I think it is. Let me check." His hand drifted around to the front of her shorts and then slipped down to touch her most private of places. Jen went rigid and stifled a squeak as Jason slowly withdrew his fingers. Even in the dim light she could see them glisten with her wetness. "You're soaked, slut," he smiled and Jen could feel herself blush scarlet in humiliation as she looked away. "You love this. Isn't it great to be young?"

Jason forced his fingers into her mouth and she instinctively sucked them. Suddenly his mouth was on her, hot and hungry, their tongues battling in unbridled lust. Remarkably, his hands stayed safe, stroking her face and side as they kissed. Jen was breathless as they broke and could only offer the weakest of protests as he led her away from the dorm and further into campus. 

The lust fogging Jen's mind cleared as she realized he was leading her into the heart of the campus where they were sure to encounter people. She pulled back and covered her breasts again with her free arm. He responded by forcefully pulling her forward and draping an arm around her shoulders. Although it looked casual, he had an extremely tight grip on her. She had no choice but to go with him. Jen pleaded for him to stop.

"Jason, please, I can't be seen like this."

"You fine. Just walk normally or you'll attract attention," he smiled easily. 

"Please," she squealed softly as she saw a couple approaching them. 

"Walk normal," he ordered, looking down at her. 

Jen reluctantly dropped her arm and stared at the ground as they slowly passed the other couple, her senses locked on their conversation. If they noticed, they made no comment as they passed in the night. 

"Good girl," he grinned.

He led her to a dimly lit area, just off the mall and beside a topiary in front of the journalism building. "Position one, slut," he grinned.

"No," Jen whispered even as she took her position.

Jason smiled wickedly at her. "Yes," he smiled. 

He made no move to kiss her, but his hands roamed her helpless body. Jen looked around, noting that they were somewhat in shadows, but anyone walking by would be able to see them. She wondered if wanderers would be able to tell that she was completely helpless and she blushed at the prospect of being caught. Jason suddenly grabbed a handful of hair and forcibly turned her face back to him. 

"Eyes here, slut," he ordered. "Nothing you need to worry about over there."

"Please, let's go back to my room," she begged.

"Why?" 

"So you can fuck me."

"Soon enough, slut. First, let's have some fun."

With that he pulled her tank up. Jen squealed as her elbows clamped to her sides just in time to prevent her breasts from being exposed. She looked helplessly at his face as he grinned at her discomfort. His hand danced along the newly exposed skin of her midriff, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire. A cruel smile entered his face and his eyes suddenly held hers. She knew instinctively what he was going to do and shook her head in a panic, her eyes darting around to ensure there were no looky-lous watching. Slowly his fingertips slipped under her tank and she tried to arch her back to keep them away. Jason was having none of it and ordered her to stand straight. She looked back into his lustful eyes as his fingertips reached the bottom of her breasts. The air escaped her in a sudden rush as he stroked them, her knees suddenly wobbly. His hands worked their way to the sides of her breasts, stroking her lightly. Despite her best efforts she whimpered into the night. She twitched as she saw someone walk by, but they didn't seem to notice her predicament. His hands were now cupping her breasts, thumbs on her sternum as he squeezed her globes, her erect nipples dragging across the fabric of her tank. His wrists slowly rose, and suddenly she was acutely aware of the night air on her bare breasts. Her eyes pleaded to his, and mercifully he pulled his hands away. Her tank fell back into place and he landed a quick peck on her surprised lips before throwing his arm around her shoulders and leading her back into the well-lit walkway.

Jen recoiled as they entered the light, her eyes wincing in the brightness. Having walked this path many times at night, she knew the lights really were not bright at all, but her current condition made her fell like she was out in broad daylight. 

"Look down, slut," Jason grinned. "Look at what you're doing to me."

Jen glanced down at his crotch, a semi-boner clearly trying to show against his thigh. 

"And to think you're worried about someone seeing you!" he chuckled as he casually adjusted himself. 

"Let's go back to my room," she offered, desperate for the privacy of her dorm.

"Hmmm, why would I want to do that?"

"So you can fuck me."

"All in good time, slut."

Jason led her up the stairs to the Sociology building. Seeing as it was after 11, the building was locked, but he produced his student ID and swiped them in. Jen looked at him in amazement.

"I got friends," he explained with a smirk as he held the door for her. 

The building was largely dark and completely deserted, but the public areas were still brightly lit. He stopped in the brightness of the foyer and turned to her. In a moment she was wrestling with him as he pulled her tank off. The tank was too skimpy and stretchy, and his surprise attack allowed him to quickly relieve her of it. 

"Jason, no!" she protested to his grin, covering her breasts with one arm while she tried to get her tank with the other. Jason teased her, eyes glittering with mischief, holding it up and way out of reach. Even when she could get a hand on it, he pulled it away. 

"Position one, slut," he grinned.

"Jason, no, not here, please!"

Jason just nodded as she futilely jumped for her shirt. "Position one."

Knowing she had no chance, Jen glanced around one last time before placing one hand on his shoulder, the other firmly across her breasts. 

"Almost," he mocked.

Jen looked up at him for mercy but found none. She finally gave in, her arm tentatively leaving her breasts and taking its position on his side under his upraised arm. Her head bent down, her eyes to ashamed to meet his. Unfortunately this caused her to look right at the obvious erection he was sporting. She tried to look away, but he demanded she look at him. She complied and watched mutely as his eyes drifted down to devour her bare breasts. 

"Magnificent," he breathed. 

They stood in silence in the foyer for what seemed like long minutes, his eyes drinking her in, the sound of their breathing filling the room. With a grin he lowered her tank, draping it on her shoulder.

"Good girl. You can put it on."

Jen quickly snatched it off her shoulder and put it on, blushing furiously. She wondered idly how much further he would push her. Before she could think about it, he was leading her down one of the hallways. They stopped again and Jason pressed her against a bulletin board and kissed her. Jen melted into him, the desperate hunger driving her body overwhelming her sense of decorum. With a slow grin he pulled back and easily pushed her tank up over her boobs. Jen didn't even fight him, just looked from side to side to ensure they were alone. His mouth descended to one of her nipples and she yelped as she felt his hot tongue on her sensitive nub. His hand started fondling her other breast and she cried out, her eyes closing as he worked on her. A sound rattled from down the hall, but he held her in place and she saw no one. Reason battled lust as she tried to keep her eyes open and stay alert, looking up and down the hallway for intruders. The sensations were just too much, and often her eyes fluttered closed and she laid her head back against the wall. Jason finally finished and stood, allowing her to pull her tank back into place. He turned and led her out of the side of the building and back into the night.

The side of the building opened to a line of short bushes lining a parking lot. As they reached the sidewalk, Jason turned to her, and in an instant she knew what was about to happen. Jen clamped her arms to her sides, fighting his attempt to pull it off of her. As before, the stretchiness of the tank nearly foiled her, and he pulled the back of it over the top of her head. Jen clutched the tank to her chest, unwilling to give it to him. Although it was much darker that it had been in the Sociology building, she felt much more exposed. She looked up at him, hoping for some decency.

"What's the matter, slut?" he smirked. "Feeling a little shy? Position one."

Jen's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Please, not here."

"Here, maybe you will feel more comfortable if I take mine off," he said as he removed his shirt and draped it over his shoulder. Jen shook her head, eyes wide and pleading.

Jason grinned at her and shrugged. "Maybe we can try something else."

The hope that glittered in Jen's heart was quickly extinguished as he leaned over and grasped the waistband of her shorts. Jen's hands flew down to hold them up and in a flash he relieved her of her tank. Jen clamped an arm across her bare breasts and instinctively reached for her tank. Instead of teasing her with it, Jason grabbed a handful of hair and forced her face up to his.

"Position one," he growled.

Jen whimpered as she complied, trembling in humiliation as the night air kissed her breasts. Silence filled the night as she stood, her eyes averted. She slowly raised her eyes to find his, looking softly at her.

"Look around, slut," he whispered.

Jen looked to her left and right, noting there seemed to be no one around, but anyone walking down the mall or the street would be able see her if they simply turned their head. She looked back at him.

"God, you're beautiful," he sighed and kissed her, pulling her close. 

Jason's hands gently stroked her back and hair as their tongues battled, and she rationalized that they would look simply like a couple making out to any wandering eyes. She could feel the heat from his bare chest conducting into her skin. He pulled one of her hands off his shoulder and guided it into his shorts to his cock. Jen shuddered as she felt it, instinctively starting to stroke it as they kissed. Finally he broke their kiss and pulled back, forehead to forehead.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

Jen nodded. "Please, let's go back to my room."

Jason shook his head quietly. "No. You can go back alone, or you can come with me and get fucked."

Jen whimpered in embarrassment, still standing topless, in public, stroking his dick. She would be mortified if anyone saw her, she really wasn't like this. She tried to think about it, but his hand reached up to cup her breasts. She heard voice as an oblivious couple walked down the mall, causing her to crush into hishands even more. The voices passed and neither one moved for awhile, Jason silently caressing her. He asked again and she gave in, nodding mutely.

"Say it," he demanded.




Booty Call



I'm Chrystal, from the Slippery Slope Bar in Fair View. The summer when I was 18, right after high school, I was recovering from life with my repressive mother. My friend Cynthia rescued me from boring Fair View with an invitation to stay with her, in her house at the beach in Malibu, California. There my sexual awakening took place, guided by Cyn's gentle hands. And mouth. And more.

Cyn was one year older than me, an actress in adult films, doing well enough to pay for an elaborate lifestyle. I knew nothing of this at first, but, as the summer progressed, so did I, gradually catching on. I learned a lot in a short time, but was still very naive, inexperienced, unsophisticated.

Cyn was patient with me, steadily involving me deeper, both as her lover and as a participant in her uninhibited life. That was all preparation for my breakout experience, the night of my first Booty Call. In fact, that night was full of firsts for me.

Cyn's phone rang around 10PM. We were at the barefoot bar in Malibu, talking with the circle of guys we always attracted. When the brief call ended, she told me, "I have to get home." We left, disappointing the men, and were back at the house in a few minutes.

"What's up, Cyn?" I asked. "Leonard and Steve are on their way over," she told me.

I asked, still not getting the picture, "Why did we have to come home? They could have joined us at the bar?"

"Not for a booty call," she said quickly. "Come upstairs with me."

We went up the spiral stairs to Cyn's bedroom where she quickly stripped and changed into a fresh outfit, panties but no bra, shorts and skimpy top. She turned to me, "How do I look?"

"Um, slutty? What are you dressing for?"

"Slutty is just right for a booty call."

"That's twice you said that, but I don't know what it is."

She shot me a look. "Let's go down to the living room, I'll explain."

She gave me the facts of life about booty calls. "Sometimes guys want to come over just for sex. That's a booty call. A girl can want the same thing. If friends agree to it, it's very casual and OK. I've done it before with these guys, never had a problem."

"So how does this work? The phone rings and you start taking your clothes off?" Cyn looked mildly offended.

"Truthfully? That's pretty close to what happens. But if you like the guys, at least a little, it can be a romp. Uncomplicated, just sex."

I thought to myself, "Well, she is a porn star. What do I expect her standards to be?"

When the door bell rang, Cyn let them in. Leonard, the director, was with Steve, a man new to me. He was introduced as "an investor." After introductions, Cyn offered the men drinks which they turned down. "OK then, want to come upstairs with me?" Cyn swayed over to Leonard, pressed against him. "I'm already hot thinking about the threesome, maybe you are too?" Her nipples showed she was telling the truth. She used one hand to feel the bulge in his pants, "Uh-huh. Ummmm?"

Leonard looked amused. He started toward the spiral, arm around Cyn. Steve pointed to me. "Is she coming too?" he asked, looking at Cyn. Everyone looked my way, waiting for my answer.

"Ahhhh, I don't know," I blurted out. Cyn quickly rescued me. "You can join if you want, but no obligation. Three of us can have plenty of fun." I told them to have a good time, I was going to the guest room.

In a few minutes I was in my bed, trying not to hear the noises coming from Cyn's little party. I was hiding from an uncomfortable situation that had blindsided me. Even after Cyn's explanation, the reality of the booty call made me wince. I lay there trying to sort out what I was objecting to. The abrupt nature of the call? That Cyn felt obligated to take them on? That Cyn was in there with the men and not with me? That I'm not with the men?

Soon I heard her gasps and moans -- actress or real? -- mingled with grunts, noises, and demanding words from the men. "Suck on it baby, that's it. Take it all." So different from the loving, caring way of sex between Cyn and me. I was disturbed, envious, afraid for Cyn, and, damn it, massively turned on.

For a few minutes I used my hands to distract my sexual response. Rubbing my pussy lips, finding the clit, even my new favorite of dipping in and licking my fingers ... But my automatic response got ahead of me as the heat took over my body.

I got out of bed and followed the sounds to the main bedroom. I walked in, wearing only my sleeping outfit, boxer shorts and XL tee, no underwear. My hair was loose, my legs and feet were bare. I stood in the doorway, watching, frozen with fascination.

My sweet Cyn was naked, on her hands and knees, being hosed from both ends. I flashed back to the porn set, re-enacted before me. Leonard's penis -- cock -- was pumping in and out of her mouth while her rear area was invaded by Steve's rod. I couldn't tell if this was anal or not, but Cyn's motions, actions, noises all indicated she was having a very good ride. The look of the men told me they were on board the same train. The mix of noises, the wildness of the motions, and the aroma of sex in the air stoked my flames. I wanted in.

Leonard noticed me first. He continued to pump Cyn's mouth, but was staring at me. Without a thought, I pulled my t-shirt off and stood there with breasts exposed, nipples erect. Leonard nodded approval. His director's personality came forth immediately: "Come over here." Without pulling out of Cyn's mouth, he reached for my breasts and squeezed me, a little too hard. "No shit, real boobs." Then he waved his hand to indicate what to do next. "Lay down under her, start sucking her tits. Play with your pussy."

A bit crude, but exactly what my aroused body was urging me to do. Cyn glanced at me, while still working Leonard's cock, and gave me a little nod. It was OK with her, the final encouragement I needed.

I followed orders, got down on the bed, sliding my head, face up, under Cyn's bouncing breasts. I licked and sucked at her moving nipples -- familiar territory -- feeling the internal banging of two cocks via Cyn's breasts, pulsating with each stroke. I opened my legs, moved my hands to my own pussy, starting my favorite circular motion, now and then dipping a finger into the growing sloppy wetness. The men kept banging Cyn but began watching my breasts and hands. I could feel the increase of their thrusts as my antics raised their excitement even higher. The interaction increased my own heat.

I went faster, they went faster, the noises increased, Cyn kept moving to add to the depth and feeling of each man's stroking cock. We looped higher and higher until, with a great grunt of satisfaction, Leonard came in Cyn's mouth. She kept sucking on him while moving her back end even wilder on Steve. Soon he came too, moaning as he did so.

Leonard and Steve disconnected from Cyn, Steve with a little pop as he pulled out. I was still playing with my pussy, and still trying to follow Cyn's breasts with my mouth. Cyn surprised my with a shift that brought her head over mine where she hovered. Cyn used her fingers to pry my mouth open, then bent down a little before pushing the whole mouth load of cum over her lips so it could drip down into my mouth. I put my tongue out to better catch it all. Then she came down to me for a soul kiss of lips and tongue in the cum pool of my mouth. As this went on, I kept my pussy warm with my own hands.

When I could see, I noticed the fascinated looks on the mens' faces. They liked our little drama. I liked the wet, slimy feeling of sharing the sex juice with Cyn, my first taste of cum. There was soon more cum, served from a new vessel.

Cyn put a hand over her pussy, reversed herself, then got up on her knees. She lowered her crotch toward my mouth, removed her hand. Her cum soaked pussy was right above me. I took the hint and used my lips and tongue to clean Cyn's shaved pussy of cum. Cyn helped with her hands and by squeezing internally, bringing waves of cum from her cunt into my mouth. Anything that got on Cyn's hands, she wiped on my face until I was well glazed.

The guys were ecstatic from this performance. Steve's cock was erect again. He came over to me, got on top and inserted his penis. I was totally startled, but didn't say anything. In my head, "This is it," kept repeating. I put my hands on his sides as he pumped me, cock in pussy, the basic missionary position where most people start but that I had never experienced. I urged him on, "Go ahead, give it to me. Ooooo, that feels good." Although I was mimicking lines I had heard, the feelings were genuine. It was good. Sex feels good, what a revelation!

Steve looked me in the face, apparently aroused by the cum painting I had gotten. I put my tongue out, licked my lips. It seemed to turn him on, big time. As my breasts slid back and forth from his pounding and my own counter motion, he came in my pussy, pushing extra hard, grunting. He was done, rolling off onto the bed.

I wondered if Leonard would want a turn too, but his head was elsewhere.

Leonard's ideas spilled out, "I have to get this fourway on film. That was hot, hot enough for prime time. Can we do a repeat on set, with you two and two male actors? Actually, this could be the set."

Cyn said, "Sure. We can talk whenever you want." She winked at me.

The men took showers. Cyn got in with Leonard and I got in with Steve. He smiled at me, but didn't say anything further. After a little cleanup play and a little chatter, the men said good night and left.

Cyn turned to me as soon as the door closed, "Now you're a player, girlfriend."

I was still clueless, looking blankly at her. She went on to explain.

"You just fucked one of the biggest financial guys in the business. Steve bankrolls all Leonard's films and many others. And he's a generous guy, you'll see. Not only that, but you've gotten under Leonard's skin. I saw how he looked at you, he wants you on film."

Cyn was right on all counts. My life took a new turn, all starting with that Booty Call.



Booty Call



Hi All,

Sorry for MIA. "See what had happened was..." I moved to a new city for a new job, etc. and then had some severe writers block. But it seems I might be cured. Here's a story I wrote on my 40-min train ride to work. I hope you like. Don't leave, Ch. 2 will be posted soon. Sorry for any errors.

Best,

FS

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At 3am when my phone buzzed, I knew who it was and what he wanted. I tried to ignore it, but his constant texts turned to non-stop phone calls.

"Whaaatttt?" I finally gave in and answered the phone. I tried to keep my voice quiet, but it still dripped with aggravation and frustration. 

"You know," he lewdly said.

"I don't. Enlighten me," was my snarky reply.

"Oh Kendra, let me come over and I'll definitely enlighten you- in more ways than one. What do you say? 

"James," I groaned. A sign that I was weak and giving in. "Please stop and go to bed."

"I'll go to bed once I'm deep inside you. Once you've cummed and squirted on my cock as I'm thrusting into. When I hear you begging me not stop, then maybe I'll go to bed. Or I might just suck those tits of yours as I drift -"

"NO," I yelled, unsuccessfully trying to whisper as my little one slept soundly beside me. "I will not make the same mistake twice."

"Just this one time. I need you," he whined.

"No. Goodnight." I said, and then hung up on his persistent, sexy ass. I had to catch my breath; I was getting all hot and bothered after our exchange. To clear my mind, I grabbed my son and took him back to his room. 

As I tucked the little one in, I couldn't help but to smile at my bundle of joy. But as I admired him, my mind couldn't help but to think about my 3am caller, who helped me create this little angel. I thought about James' kisses, his caresses. The way he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Truthfully, I wanted him. I needed him.

"No," I told myself. "Not going down that road again."

I walked back to my empty, lonely bed trying not to think about him. Trying not to think about his strong body, his succulent pink lips, and the way his hips danced with mine as we made love. His pale tan skin bodied against my dark brown. I walked passed the guest room and noticed the door was ajar. I thought I had closed it, so I went to shut it once more. I nearly screamed when I felt someone grabbed my arm and spin me around. Before a cry of help couldn't escape my lips, I was kissed so hard, so hungrily that my back bumped hard against the hallway wall. It was him. 

"How is this happening? Why was he doing this?" I thought while he pressed me further into the wall. His hand cradled the back of my head refusing to let go. It took no time at all for me to give into his kisses, to slide my hands up his naked, warm torso. He then walked me backwards to my room, as he continued to ravish my mouth. My hands clutched to his shoulders and his still glued to my face with his mouth pressed to mine until I had to pull away, gasping for breath. 

"What... are you doing?" I asked panting.

His lips were determined not to stop even when I did. His mouth moved down the side of my neck to my shoulder. His continued and his hands slid down the thin strips of my nightgown. 

"I told you (kiss) I needed (kiss) you," he said as that last kiss turned into a bite on my neck that he licked. "Umm, that's going to leave a mark. Oh well," he mocked and went back to kissing my neck and then moving back to my somewhat bruised lips.

I couldn't resist; I kissed him back. Damn the consequences of my actions. We continued necking when we crossed the threshold of my room. He groaned when we bumped and fell into the chair stationed at the foot of the bed.

"Change of plans sweetheart, looks like you're riding," he moaned into my neck. 

I rose to my feet and removed my chemise. With a lift of his hips, I shimmied down his boxers. He looked so sexy staring at me with his red tinted nose and rosy cheeks. I straddled his thighs with both hands resting on his shoulders. I couldn't help but to moan loudly when one of his thick fingers grazed my slick sensitive slit. I positioned his tip at my opening and watched his expression as I sat down and took his length in slowly. The deeper he went in, the louder my cries became. 

"You don't want to wake the baby do you?" He crooned in my ear as he thrust up further into my waiting pussy. I moaned louder. 

Completely filled and siting on his lap, I started to bounce my body on his hard cock. A few minutes later, I had a steady pace going and I began to bounce a bit harder and faster. My breasts were slowly crashing back onto my chest from the force of my movements. 

He loosened the hairband that held my curly hair and now it was flying every way. Just like my ass that bobbed and jiggled with our movements. He slapped and squeezed it a few times to push me over. My body tensed and paused as my orgasm crashed over me, and well, he took over from there. Spreading his legs wide in the tight space, he impelled his body upwards. My cunt took a fierce pounding with such force that slapping against skin could be heard in the room. He held the back of my neck to keep me in place. My fingers grabbed his chest while another orgasm coursed through my body. I announce into my orgasmic arrival through a muffled scream in his shoulder. 

A deep grunt came from his throat as he continued to deeply ram his dick into me. After one last thrust, he came hard inside me. I could feel his warm juice coat my womb. Completely spent, all I could do was collapsed onto his chest. 

Satiated I laid in his warm embrace, but I could feel him shivering. I got up and brought him to our bed and under the covers. As soon as I settled back into his arms, a sneeze attack came upon me. With watery eyes and a runny nose I looked up at him and said, "This is why I said no. Now I probably have your cold."

My hubby had been sick the last few days and with a young son, I put my husband in quarantine until he felt better. So that meant a couple of days of no contact and no sex. Last time he was sick not only did I get his cold, but also I got that cute one year old that was tucked in his crib.

My husband apologetically smiled down at me and whispered in my ear, "I know the perfect thing to make you feel better," and positioned himself and his hard on between my thighs. 

Gotta love a booty call with the right person.



Booty Call



Author's Note: Although this story has some elements of non-consent, its focus is on the anal sex which is why I chose to put it in this category. Thank you.

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"Please don't..." groaned Elizabeth.

She was completely naked bent over her own bed, nothing holding her down, while Sven - her parents 22 year old exchange student - inspected her tight virgin ass. Right now he was just looking at it, but she knew more was coming, there was almost more coming. Every time he came to her room, something new, something different... something more.

At first it had been blackmail... he'd found her stash of pot, and threatened her with it. At nineteen years of age, her parents would be able to kick her out - and they would - and she had absolutely no where to go. He'd forced her to strip, to play with herself in front of him while he masturbated, eventually spraying her face and tits with jism. The next time he'd come to her room, it had been her hand on his dick until he sprayed her face and tits with jism. Then she'd given him head... then head in a 69 position while he'd fingered her. 

He'd taken her virginity. They'd fucked in just about every possible position, not to mention every room in the house. Fortunately, both of her parents worked late most of the time... and they thought Sven was gay. In reality, he was bi, but he didn't mind their assumptions since it made them think that their daughter was completely safe... not black mailed into fucking him at least once a day.

And now, he wanted to take her ass.

"Stop whining," he told her, "You know you're going to like it."

That was the worst part... Elizabeth didn't just like what he did to her anymore, she loved it. It was like she was addicted to him... other guys just didn't interest her. Maybe it was the hold he had over her, maybe it was just the fact that he was incredibly sexy and amazing in bed. She'd tried sleeping with a couple other guys since Sven first fucked her, but none of them could compare. If he hadn't constantly been coming to her room, she might have started going to his. Just seeing him was enough to make her pussy buzz with excitement...

But she was still nervous about taking it up the butt. Anal sex was supposed to hurt... and he wasn't slowly getting her into it like had with sex. He wanted it all, right now.

Sven snorted, "You're soaking wet you slut..." and his fingers pressed into her pussy, "You can't wait for me to shove my dick up your ass."

Elizabeth moaned and wriggled on his fingers... ok so something about it was extremely tempting, but she wasn't wholly convinced that this was going to be a great experience. 

His wet fingers pulled out of her pussy, she sighed with disappointment, and then tensed as the warm wet tip of one finger pressed against her asshole.

"Relax," he told her, "It's not going to hurt."

And his finger began pressing in. 

He was right, it didn't hurt exactly, but it felt very strange. Things were not supposed to go into her body that way... Elizabeth grunted and wriggled her ass a bit as his finger pressed deeper. The fact that his finger felt extremely large didn't bode well for how his dick was going to feel in that tight space... maybe his finger didn't hurt but his cock was a lot bigger than that slender digit.

Sven began working his finger in and out of her ass, fucking her with it. Elizabeth buried her face into the pillow and moaned... it did feel strangely good, even though her pussy was aching for him to play with it. The sliding of something in and out of her ass was erotic, dangerous... wrong. 

"That's right," he murmured, "It feels good doesn't it?"

She just moaned again as a second finger began to burrow into her ass, stretching her a little more. Uncomfortable... and then slowly adjusting as his fingers mimicked the sex act in her butt. It did feel pretty good... no matter how much she wanted him in her pussy. A third finger pressed in and Elizabeth bit down on the pillow, trying to pull away... it was a rough stretch for her virgin anus, and yet she knew that his dick was going to be even bigger inside her.

The three fingers moved in and out of her ass, wriggling inside her and opening her up... although this time he removed them before she'd fully adjusted and she knew that he wanted to feel her tightness. Anticipation rushed through her as he positioned himself behind her upturned ass... but, unexpectedly, he pushed into her pussy.

Elizabeth squealed with delight and pressed back against him as he thrust in and out of her pussy energetically, her tight pinkness rippling around him with reaction. But then he pulled out, and the fear flashed through her again as the wide head of his cock pushed against the tiny crinkled star of her anus. She groaned as he began to push in, trying to pull away from him, but unable to because of the bed that she was bent over.

His dick stretched her hole, more than his fingers had, and even though it was lubricated with her pussy juices it hurt, although not as much as she'd expected. It was more like a cramp that wouldn't go away, and ached a little more as he inched his way deeper and deeper. Elizabeth could feel her ass tightening around him, trying to expel the intruder, and having absolutely no effect. Her hole contracted and released, massaging his dick as he pushed it further and further into her ass.

Hands kneaded her creamy butt cheeks as he forced his way deeper, ignoring her moans and wriggling... not that Elizabeth wanted to stop him exactly. Even though it hurt, it felt good in some strange way too, and she almost like the feeling of being opened up and stretched out. Besides, maybe if he fucked her ass now, he'd fuck her pussy later... 

She gasped as his hips pressed against her ass, her hole stretched over the widest part of his dick. Sven had finally buried his entire length into her deflowered ass... and then he began to pull out. That sensation was as strange as when he'd slid into her, and her ass contracted at the movement, slight pains tingling along the passage.

Then he thrust back in and she shrieked, his hands were steady on her hips as he began fucking her ass, as forcefully as he'd ever fucked her pussy. Elizabeth moaned and writhed before him, the submissive receiving end of his desires... her body felt like it was melting beneath him, her ass spasming as it adjusted to his brutish force. She whimpered and twisted, the pain and discomfort slowly melting into arousal, the slick feel of his meat thrusting in and out of her hole, the last sanctuary of her body ravaged.

Slowly she began pushing back against him, one of her hands slipping under her body and between her legs to rub her clit. It was like electric shock when her fingers touched that sensitive bundle of nerves, and her ass gripped him as she moaned her pleasure. Rubbing her pussy, she humped back against his thrusting dick, her ass taking him easily now.

Sven's hands squeezed her hips as she began to get into it, her ass rippling over his dick while she rubbed herself to orgasm. 

Her body tightened, his dick forcing its way in and out of her ass as she began to scream her pleasure.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD! FUCK MY ASS! OH GOD! OH SVEN! I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!"

Elizabeth screamed and shook as Sven brutally plunged in and out of her ass, hard and fast, suddenly lunging and burying his entire length into her body. His cock pulsed against her tight ring as cum forced its way down the length of his dick and into her ass, filling her tightest hole with frothy jism.

Then he collapsed on top of her, his dick still lodged in her ass, and both of them breathing very hard.

"See," he said finally, "I said you'd like it."

Elizabeth moaned a little, her ass tightening on his softening dick.



Booty Call



He caught her by surprise. For weeks, months on end they had been emailing back and forth. Stories, pictures, chats; teasing and tormenting with things that they wanted to do to each other. But there was a great big ocean that stood between them, it looked like it could never happen. Well, what happened?

It was a Friday; actually, it was one of her panty-free Fridays. She had once read in a magazine that it was healthy for a woman to go panty free a few times a year, and even had checked with the OB-GYN who confirmed it to be true. So here she was working at the office; a black wrap top and long red skirt on without any panties. She was really getting turned on remembering a hot conversation she had with my pen pal a few days ago and rubbing against the satin lining of her skirt, when her phone beeps on my desk. "Hey, you have a visitor up front," says the receptionist.

So she's walking up front wondering who in the world could it be. She had no family members coming to visit right now, husband was still in jail so it can't be cops, none of her local family members had a day off today. She was really stumped! She turned the corner to the front desk. She was a bit shocked at what she saw. At first glance she was wondering what the heck was Sting doing at her office? And then she got over that shock, "What in the world are you doing here? And all the way from England!" 

His excuse supposedly was that he was checking on something. Her guess, he was checking the waves that just started swelling off the coast since the latest hurricane. They stepped outside for a moment and then he whispered in her ear that he was actually hoping for a little wardrobe check. 

"What do you mean 'wardrobe check," she asked. His reply, he was checking up on her wardrobe and wondering if she was all talk and no action. "So you really think I'm actually one of those uptight prudes and not really panty free at the office," she asked. "Show me your car and I'll show you mine." 

So they walked through the cars to his rental. Leaning against it she pulled Phil close to her and told him to pull up her skirt with one hand and check for himself. Slowly he reaches with his right hand and pulls up her skirt. Feeling up her thigh she could tell that he was pleasantly surprised when he noticed that she had no 'freaking bloomers' as some in his country would call them. More than just checking her underwear, he started feeling down the edge of her thigh, into her crotch, all the way down to her love button. He started playing with it; apparently he wasn't all talk either.

A bus passing by snapped her back to reality, "I'm supposed to be working. Um... it's not that long until lunch. them could pick up where them left off then." She directed him to a few motels not to far from her office. It was South OBT after all, locally known as the prostitute trail; there were plenty to choose around from.

She went back inside the office; only five minutes had passed. One would think it wasn't a long time; but because she had maintained a 'good girl' persona at the office, she was already getting curious looks from some of her fellow female co-workers. Lunch time came around and some of the girls clocking out saw Phil outside waiting. "Someone has a hot date for lunch," they cried out. Being a gentleman Phillip opened the door to the car for her, and slipped something in her hand as he helped her in. As he closed the door she opened her hand to find a hotel key.

Excitement surged through her as he parked and they walked up to the hotel room. Inside was your typical motel room; nightstand, bed, television, and a dresser. What she found interesting was that on top of the dresser were a couple of covered paper plates. "What's under the plates," she inquired.

"We wouldn't want you to completely miss out on lunch in your lunch hour, do we," he replied. Phil came up behind her and started kissing her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her breasts and telling her how excited he was the first time he saw her in person, how aroused he got as he saw her walk back to the office knowing that she was being naughty without anyone's knowledge. She could feel his arousal as she rubbed her ass against his pants. He slid down the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Phil let out a lustful groan as her bare ass rubbed up against him.

There wasn't much time to loose so they moved over to the bed. Phil brought over one of the small plates to the nightstand and removed the top revealing small picnic sandwiches. He said it was for her to have lunch while he enjoyed eating 'something else'. She tried real hard to maintain her composure while she ate one of the dainty sandwiches, in the meantime his talented mouth worked its magic over her clit and pussy lips. She could only get through two of those tiny things before her attention was fixed on the pleasure he was giving her. 

Phil's tongue roamed up and down her outer labia occasionally going down near her anus, shocking her while at the same time delighting in the forbidden sensation. With a soft bite to her butt cheek he worked his tongue back up to her swollen clit that just begged for attention. She brought one hand up and fondled one of her breasts while the other was grasped Phil's hair, holding his head in while a small orgasm rolled over her.

Soon she craved something else and she pulled his head away from her crotch and pushed him down on the mattress. She pulled off his pants and grabbed hold of his hard penis. She started lightly brushing her fingertips up and down his shaft, then gave it a long lick before taking in as much as she could in her mouth. She sucked him hard as she slowly pulled up on him and her tongue played against his shaft; she stopped short of his tip and engulfed as much as she could of him again, slowly building up momentum. Her hands in the meantime fondled his balls and would graze against his ass, her long dark hair spilled over his hips and thighs. She could tell he was enjoying her handiwork as he grabbed her hair and made encouraging sounds. It felt good to have him in her mouth. It had been too long since she tasted a man, since she licked and sucked one good.

She didn't get to enjoy it long; the burning in her loins was increasing with each time she took him in her mouth. Not to mention that time was ticking and she didn't want to waste it. She pulled up and got on her hands and knees and motioned for him to get around her. "I'm just hankering to get you inside me," she told him.

Phil didn't need much encouragement after that. He moved around behind her and admired her from behind. His hand caressed her ass cheek slowly, lovingly; she guessed he must have been admiring its ample size. He withdrew his hand, the next thing she felt was the stinging sensation after a hard spanking. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Was I being bad," she asked with a full pout. He said that she had been a very naughty girl with all the teasing over the internet. There was no romantic slowly easing in; he rammed all 6" of him at once through her wet pussy lips and swayed a little as he slammed against her. Slowly Phil began to pull out until his rounded tip threaten to come out. 

"Please give it to me," she begged. Normally she would be too proud to beg for anything. But she knew she wanted this; and if begging is what it took, then beg she would. As he slowly slid back inside he asked her if she was sure if that was what she wanted. "That and more," she responded seductively with a quirk of her eyebrow. She wondered if he would take the hint; in the meantime she was fine with the slow fucking he began to give her. He reached around her hip and started playing with her love button again. At first she bucked under his touch, apparently she was so aroused that the merest touch sent waves of pleasure over her. 

He continued to ride her slowly, it was torture ... the slowly building climax. She came on him going slow. She could feel her juices starting to trail down her thighs, and hear the squelching noises as he started to pick up speed. "Faster please," she begged, "faster and harder." 

He spanked her, "who's supposed to be in charge right now?" Phil built up speed and started slamming harder, occasionally landing another blow on her ass with his hand. It was one of the most wonderful things she ever felt. She turned her head for a moment and caught a good look at them in the mirror. She was and he was standing behind her fucking her doggy style; his white hands on her dark hips. She saw him looking at her, looking at them; a smile crept over her face and she could feel her cheeks burning. Another slap across her ass had her cumming again, this time really hard; the orgasm was great as it just spread across her, bowing her head and clawing at the bed sheets. 

Phil climbed on the bed and leaning over her he whispered in her ear how sopping wet her pussy just made his dick. With kisses across her shoulders he asked her if she wanted something different. "Yes," she told him breathlessly and a tilt of her hips that told him exactly where she wanted him.

She heard a small noise behind her then felt the familiar sensation of something cold over her ass hole. Phil then proceeded in inserting one finger inside her tight hole, slowly working it in and out of her while still stroking his member insider her wet pussy. Then slid another finger in her ass, slowly widening her sphincter muscles to better allow his shaft to go in.

He drew back behind her and slowly slid himself out of her. He poised the head of his stiff shaft at the entrance to her a-hole; tentatively waiting for a sign from her. He began planting soft kisses across her back and wrapped an arm around her waist to play with her clit once more. She pushed back against him and slowly let him in her ass. It's supposed to be a forbidden thing, but it felt good once you got past the first thrust and relaxed. Phil started moving ever so slowly, letting her getting accustomed to his length and girth. Inside for what felt to be most of him, then calmly withdrawing to the head. "You are so tight and hot around me," he told her. "It's going to feel great to cum in your tight ass."

"Do it Phillip," she cried out. "Give it to me, I want all of you." He grasped her hips, planted one last kiss on her back, and began to pick up the pace with each thrust into her back door. She cried out, not out of pain but of the intense pleasure that he was giving her. So long they had been teasing each other, so long they had been telling each other what one wanted to do to the other. Here at last they were, his cock deep in her rear end fucking her like he said he wanted to. She guessed the anticipation was building him up for the longest as well, it was not long before she felt his shaft spewing his hot liquid inside her. His climaxed cued hers and she squirted over the bed sheets. After the last wave shook him he slowly withdrew and them collapsed on the bed. She turned to face Phil as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Sorry you missed your lunch to take care of me," he told her lovingly. "But if we don't clean up now you are going to be late back to the office."

"It's okay," she told him, "everyone is late on Fridays. Would you like to shower with me instead?"

A quick shower with a little 'splashing' and they were walking out the door of their room. They stopped right outside the door; Phil picked a big pink flower from the hibiscus bush outside it, and placed it behind her ear. They drove back, he laid a kiss on her cheek, and she walked back into work hoping that lunch was not all she would see him for.

.... Not that she would tell the girls at the office what she was up to as she walked in to smiles and a few applauses. She denied everything and would not admit that she'd been naughty through the lunch hour. After all, she doesn't kiss and tell ... at least not right away!



Booty Call



He loved the fact that he could just call her only to be told she would be on her way very soon. The sound of his husky voice was enough to moisten her pussy and awaken her desire to please him. 

As always he's leave the front door unlocked when she's arrive. Sex without strings, this was their agreement. Both would give and receive pleasure without emotions getting in the way. 

She was always painfully shy at first. Never liked to undress in front of him, so she'd rush to the bathroom to get changed, leaving him to wait. As usual when entering his bedroom she'd find in bed, naked and waiting. 

He would pull the covers back and beckon her to his side. Once in his arms she would lose all inhibition, and let the animal inside take control. She loved to kiss him. From the start it was full of passion, their tongue duelling with each other, their naked bodies pressed tightly against one another.

He would guide her hand down to his hard cock and coax her into stroking it lightly, whilst his fingers would trail down to her awaiting pussy and trace the lips of her slit. Then with his fingertips, he would barely push them in just to tease her. Her response would be to push down, but he wanted to pleasure her with his dick and not his hand. 

He would ask her in his deepest, sexist voice to go down on him, and she was always one to oblige his requests. She'd trail light kisses from his lips, to his throat, teasing him with her tongue, then kiss down to his navel, and then to his jerking dick.  

She loved the feel of it. Smooth, hard and hot. She would then kiss the tip, and take it into her mouth and suck a little. As much as she wanted to, it could not fit all the way, and from past experience he knew better than to force her to. 

He loved to watch her struggle to just get the head inside, but when she did, it was pure pleasure. He would just lay back and enjoy the sensations of her tongue and hot mouth send tingles to his toes. He tried to his best to be gentle with the thrusting of his hips, but it felt so good, to just lay motionless with her ministrations.

As much as he would love to come into her mouth and watch her swallow his cum, he always preferred her pussy. So far she was the only girl who could handle her thickness and length without wincing in pain. 

He would almost beg her to stop, and got on top=his favourite style. She would comply, and straddle his hips, to line her already wet pussy with his cock's head. 

Using his hand, he would guide the head to her entrance, and just nudge the tip inside. Already her heat would radiate his excited cock. Then placing a hand on her hip, he'd thrust upwards. The walls of her pussy would welcome the intrusion. 

Once he was lodged deep inside of her fiery depths, she would begin to ride him. From this position he could enjoy her tits bounce and jingle with every thrust. 

The expression on her face was priceless. Her eyelids half closed, mouth half open and concentrating on bringing them both as much pleasure as possible. 

Every so often he would thrust up, and grind his cock into her pussy, and this would cause a jolt of electricity to run through her. Her response would be to rotate his hips, and squeeze her pussy, just to drive him over the edge. 

In retaliation, he would circle her clit madly until her pussy would spasm around his cock, and trigger off one of many orgasms. Just when one would finish, another would wash over her.

Watching a woman pleasure herself on his cock, must have been the most enticing sight he had ever seen, and never got tired of. As much as he loved the woman being in control, he had a dominating side too. 

He would pull out, and roll on top. Since his cock would be glistening with her juices, and her pussy extremely wet, he'd take her legs and press them against her chest. This would give him a deeper penetration, and better access to watch his cock fuck her sweet pussy. 

In and out he would thrust, and sometimes grind it in. Her pussy walls would stretch each time to accommodate his size, and loved every minute of it. Although this position gave her little space to manoeuvre, she was capable to meet his every thrust by pushing up her hips. 

Then for extra pleasure she'd turn onto her hands and knees and raise her ass is the air so that he could fuck her from behind. He'd turn into an animal and have no mercy on her pussy that clenched around his thick cock so nicely. Sometimes it would feel as if he were trying to saw her in half. She's buck her hips to fuck him back. 

This was a time when no one else existed, no worries, or meaningless words, just the moans of two lovers dancing to an old tune. 

Towards the last stage he'd pull out turn her around and drop her legs over his shoulders. Since he refused to use any protection, he always pulled out. Just as his balls would tighten he'd pull out and come over her belly and pussy. The sight of her covered in his cum gave him great satisfaction.



Booty Call



"So, any of it true?""Maybe, maybe not."

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I was lit. Lit up. The phrase fit because the day was bright as shit. Brighter than real. Because that's how it is when you're just left of drunk during daylight. The world just seems brighter. 

Golf, beer, more golf, more beer and now here I am. A healthy buzz during the heart of the afternoon and nothing to do. I grabbed a cold one from the fridge, walked into the bathroom, turned on the water and let it get hot. I stripped off my clothes, cracked the beer and took a swig. 

I stepped into the shower and for only the umteenth time in the past hour my mind turned to sex and suddenly I was thinking booty call. Because that's how you think when you're three-quarters lit during the day. I soaped up, washed the sweat off, let the blow-up holes and the lost bucks fade away, paid special attention to my junk, and thought about sex. Easy sex. Sex without drama, sex without strings. Booty call sex. I showered and reviewed the candidates. Ran down my booty call list.

There was Kim. If anybody wears kinky boots it's a safe bet they got them from Kim. That girl was always wet, wild and willing. One time out of many I knocked on her door well after midnight and she took me in with open arms and legs. A few minutes after crossing the threshold she was lying on her stomach and I was balls deep in that sweet black ass. 

On a down stroke her phone rings and at the end of her moan she picks it up and says hello. I freeze. I can't hear the other end, but Kim says, "No Reggie, you didn't wake me up." It's the guy she told me about, the one she's talking marriage with. "No, I'm not watching TV, either. I've got a big white cock in my ass, baby. Yeah, him. He's got a long, thick white cock and he's fucking my ass so good." 

I'm stunned, but being a good sport I regroup, resume proceedings and stick my hand underneath Kim for a reach around. She says into the phone, "Oooh, he's rubbing my clit now, baby. He's rubbing my clit and fucking my ass and he's gonna make me come!" 

Kim lets the phone drop onto the bed and grunts with my thrusts. She grunts and groans and tells me to fuck her ass harder and how I fill her up and that it feels so good and my fingers are rubbing her pussy and I'm fucking her harder and she screams and comes and grunts a deep moan and then goes limp.

I pick up the phone and say, "Sweet dreams, Reggie," and hang up. Kim. Damn. But she's out because she's an ER nurse and works the three to eleven shift. 

Brenda? Brenda is the breathtakingly beautiful wife of a co-worker. I met her at an office party held at their place. The party was in full swing. Coolers and platters of finger food were scattered around a couple of rooms at the front of the house. I had gone back to the kitchen for something and stumbled across Brenda tending to small matters there. The lights were low. We were facing each other, leaning against the counter and talking. 

She was sad and lonely and starving and desperate and let me slip my hand into the folds of her wraparound dress, down her panties and finger fuck her to an orgasm in her dimly lit kitchen while music and laughter floated back to us from the front of the house. She looked me in the eyes as she held my hand and licked my fingers. 

Brenda was up for the call when she could and she and I had some good times for awhile. We even had a threesome with another woman towards the end. She broke it off shortly after that saying she and her husband needed to work on the marriage. Fuck him. He was an asshole and always would be. But it was Saturday and if they were still together then that's that. 

Robin. The secretary where I used to work. The office gang went out one night to hear some music and we said our goodbyes in the parking lot afterward. The others had left and it was just Robin and me. I looked her over. Robin was big-boned, as they say. Plus sized, but not plump. I looked her over, up and down and said, "You're coming with me." 

She looked back at me through her retro, oversized glasses and simply said, "Okay." So I took her home and fucked her. First time I ever saw inverted nipples and they were awesome.

The next day she wanted to go out for drinks after work and talk. Turns out that Robin was engaged to be married to her childhood sweetheart, but wouldn't mind getting together with me some more. She'd led a sheltered life and had only been with her fiancé a few times. In so many words Robin conveyed to me she wanted to get a bit more of the big wide world under her belt before she locked down her pussy in the name of marriage and family. 

On a whim I told her if she really wanted me to fuck her then she had to go to the bathroom, take off all her underclothes, everything, and come back to the table. I could see her full breasts sway and her ass jiggle under her rayon dress as she returned to the table in front of all those people who couldn't care less. We had a couple of more drinks and I enjoyed her shimmy and shake under that thin covering. The constant blush on her face was endearing. Finally, I smiled, took her hand and said, "Come with me."

Over the course of the next few weeks I taught her a few things. I taught her how to take a face-fuck like a pro. I taught her how to beg for and earn a pearl necklace. I taught her how to give a blowjob that would keep her husband-to-be home on Saturday night. I taught her how to love taking thick cock deep in her ass so if her husband ever got around to it or when she hinted and made it happen she could relax and enjoy the ride. I taught her how to kneel and to look up and open her mouth like a baby bird to receive a man's cum. I taught her how to snap her hips just so just then to make her husband blow his mind and fall in love all over again. Robin was a quick learner and eager student and all-in-all smoking hot in the sack. 

After Robin returned to work from her honeymoon in Jamaica I passed her desk. She said, "Hey, Mark," raised her hand, wiggled her ring finger and winked. I laughed and blew her a kiss. Hell of a gal, but she's married so she's off the list. I couldn't help but think of her, though. 

Carrie! Of course! She even lived in the same apartment complex as me. Must be the buzz why I hadn't though of Carrie first. She'd recently moved in and we'd talked a couple of times in the parking lot, but neither of had pushed anything yet. 

Just before school let out our senior year of high school we took lifeguard lessons together. Carrie was a skinny little colt in a bikini. During breaks, while the others were goofing around in the deep end Carrie and I sat on the steps in the shallow end and talked. She'd lean back on me and make teasing comments about me being comfortable and did I need to adjust anything. And we'd touch, too. She had a boyfriend, but those were my fingers under her bathing suit deep in her pussy in the shallow end of the pool.

For some reason or other we never got the chance to be together after the lessons, but a year after college I was bartending to supplement my full-time job and in walks Carrie. She spots me, sits down at the bar and we chat and flirt and set up a dinner date before she went on to have dinner with a girlfriend. 

A few nights later Carrie and I ate at a popular, inexpensive restaurant. She sat on a bench and I took the chair. Neon signs and musical instruments covered the walls. The tables were close together, not even three feet apart. To my left were two women in their thirties, it looked like, drinking margaritas and eating salads. On my right were two college students, frat guys from my read, drinking beer and eating burgers. 

Small talk throughout, but near the end of the meal Carrie starts talking about friends and lovers. Carrie looked me in the eyes and told me how she believed that a friend could be a lover and a lover could be a friend. How you didn't have to be boyfriend and girlfriend, didn't have to be committed to each other, but could just be friends. And lovers. I called for the check. 

On my left, the woman sitting on the bench looked at me with an arched eyebrow and a hint of an approving smile, the woman in the chair wore slightly pursed lips and the whiff of disapproval. The frat boys' jaws were simply hanging open listening to this beautiful blonde tell me in so many words that she wanted to fuck me. I gave the ladies and gents a courteous smile and a humble shrug as we left. 

Moments after entering the townhouse Carrie lived in, with her boyfriend, who was away on business she said, I learned firsthand that she never wore panties and then we were fucking on a big leather couch in front of a big bay window. No curtains and a clear view to the show if anyone happened to glance our way. Amazing. Carrie and I called each other to hookup a few more times and we had our fun, but life happens and we drifted.

Carrie was perfect. She was lovely, creative, loved sex, and wasn't shy. She fucked a lot of guys is my guess, but I never put her in the slut category. She didn't have Daddy issues, had never been abused, had good self-esteem and wasn't desperate to please and didn't crave approval. I figured she was simply a sexual being, embraced her sexuality and fucked her way through life like a lot of guys try to do. 

I finished my shower, killed the beer, got groomed and got dressed. I walked outside. The world was still too fucking bright and since I forgot my sunglasses I squinted during the walk to Carrie's apartment. Her car was there so I crossed my fingers for luck. I climbed the stairs, knocked on her door and she opened it. 

"Hi Carrie." I gave her my lady-killer smile. I figured she couldn't resist the wattage and would be flat on her back in no time. 

"Hey, Mark! What's up."

"Nothing. I'm at loose ends. Thought I'd stop by for a visit if you're not doing anything." I smiled. 

"Yeah. Come on in." She giggled and said, "You're drunk!" as I passed her.

"A little. Played golf today." She hadn't disrobed, yet. I thought I might have to try a different approach.

"What the hell. May as well get me a beer. Want one?"

"Sure," I said. Carrie had put on a little weight, which on her skinny body only served to make her even more attractive. She glanced at me before turning into the kitchen and caught me looking at her ass. She wagged a finger at me and smiled. I shrugged and smiled back. 

I sat in a chair. Carrie leaned back at one end of her oversized couch. We chatted about this and that and who and what and where. She had on athletic shorts and a skimpy bathing suit top. I watched her cross and uncross her legs and fiddle with her hair. Her nipples were hard. She was gorgeous. Alluring. Enticing. 

Though at one point I must have zoned out because when I tuned back in she was talking about some drummer she met at a club show. Her voice changed and there was a brittle edge to it. She started talking about how this drummer invited her back stage. She went on that she was hot for him and wanted to do him. That when he finally got her alone they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. She couldn't wait to suck his dick. She went on and on in a graphic sort of way. 

I didn't know if she thought it would turn me on or if she was annoyed I was taking so long to make a move or if she was trying to get me to leave. But as she went on about this guy an idea formed. Half-baked though it was, I got the ball rolling.

"How you feeling, Carrie?"

She stopped talking, looked at me, cocked her head to one side and said, "What do you mean?"

"You're telling me about some guy and you getting it on, having sex, fucking. Are you getting turned on?"

"What! Are you kidding?"

"Not at all. Check yourself. Tell me. Are you even the slightest bit turned on? Telling me that stuff? Telling me about you sucking and fucking some guy?"

A small upturn at the corners of her mouth. She tucked her hair behind an ear. Slowly, she nodded. 

"Are you slick? Are you wetter than before you started telling me about sucking and fucking your drummer?"

Nothing. Then a slight nod. I slid out of my sandals, off the chair onto the floor and started crawling toward her. The idea coalesced and I went with it. 

"We just got married. We're newlyweds, Carrie. My name is Charles. I'm your new husband." I crawled on my hands and knees. Her eyes widened.

"And it stings. It hurts, darling, but I need to know. I don't want to know, but I need to know. About your lovers." I caressed her small foot. I kissed her toes. Licked them, took them into my mouth. Looked up at her. Her eyes still wide, but she was grinning.

"It hurts some, sure. But your past is what made you you. Who I fell in love with. Who I married. Without knowing. That you fucked all those men. But now I do. So I need to know. Don't I."

I kissed and licked my way up her golden legs, kissed the inside of her slender thigh, up and up and up and mouthed and bit her through the cloth. She gasped. 

I put my fingers in the waistband of her shorts. Carrie did that move that women do and I pulled them down her toned legs then off. She reached down and caressed my head and got into the role.

"Yes, dear. I don't want to hurt you, but you found out and now I have to tell you so you'll know the real me." She pulled my mouth to her and said, "Lick me, darling, and I'll tell you." I licked and nibbled. 

"I'll tell you about the men, darling. And I'll teach you. I'll teach you how to eat my pussy as good as Danny used to. I'm not saying it to be mean, but he ate me so good, honey. He liked me completely smooth down there. Do you? He loved to eat my pussy for hours. Put your gums over your teeth and chew on my lips. Danny was the first man to do that to me and I love it. Oooh, yes, Charles, like that. That's almost as good as Danny."

I nibbled on her lips, slipped my tongue up, down, worked it as far into her as I could and she said, "That's good, baby. Did I tell you? Danny had a really long tongue. And it was rough. Danny made me come and come and come with his tongue." 

I worked my way to her clit, licked, sucked and nibbled it. I worked two fingers inside of her and bent them and stroked her. 

"I don't ever want to hurt your feelings, darling. And I know it's hard to hear about other men I've fucked. All those cocks I've had in my mouth. But I wouldn't be me if I'd never swallowed all that cum. I wouldn't be the woman you love if I hadn't fucked all those cocks, would I." I groaned for her.

Carrie pushed my head down, lifted a leg and angled her hips up. I licked down and around and finally on her hole. "Oooh, yes, right there, honey. Lick me there, try to stick you tongue in if you can. Like that. DeShawn used to lick me down there all the time. I'll tell you all about DeShawn licking and fucking my ass if you want me to." 

She grabbed my hair with both hands, pulled me back up to her pussy, spread her legs even wider and I worked her over gently, roughly. I licked and sucked and thrummed and strummed and ran my fingers in and out and pressed that special place inside of her. 

When she spoke her voice was thick. "Yes, darling, make me come. Make me come with your fingers and your mouth. Like Danny and Glenn and DeShawn and all those other men did." I moaned. I worked her with my mouth and fingers and she grabbed my hair and ground my face against her pussy and moaned and groaned and squealed and clenched and came hard.

As her breathing slowed I pulled off my shirt and took off my shorts and underwear. I kissed my way up her flat stomach, pushed off her top and tenderly bit her nipples, first on then the other. I cupped her breasts and said, "I never thought about it until I found those pictures. And it was much more than a shock. I'd assumed you just had a few partners, like me. I never thought to ask before I saw those pictures. So how many, dear? How many men have you had sex with?" I caressed her breasts and bit and pinched her nipples.

Still into it she said, "Oh, honey. Does it really matter how many men I fucked before I met you? I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to be mean, but I guess you should know if you want to know who I really am. And if our marriage is to be the most intimate relationship of our lives you really should know how many men fucked me before you ever did." 

Carrie caressed my hair as I fondled her breasts and chewed her nipples and fingered her pussy and stroked her clit with my thumb.

"All I can tell you is that I really quit trying to keep track after about seventy-five or so. But it's a whole lot more than that, honey." I groaned. "I never want to hurt you, but taking all those cocks in my holes made me who I am, who you love. And you do love all my tricks, don't you. I wouldn't know them if I hadn't fucked all those men before I met you. So, really, you should be glad I fucked all those men and took their cocks in my holes. It's kind of funny if you think about it, that you should actually be thankful I fucked so many men."

I moved up and kissed her, our tongues swirled, desperate and vibrant. She licked some moisture from my face and said, "Mmm. I love to suck a man's cock after it's been in my pussy. Did you know that about me? I love your hands on my breasts, darling. I love you biting my nipples. You spent a lot of time there. You make them feel almost as good as Larry did. I'm not saying it to be mean, but he was a better breast man than you are, for now, anyway." 

Carrie kissed me and said, "It's time. Your new bride wants her new husband's cock now. Will you put you're big cock in my tight little cunt and fuck me good? Please, Charles?"

"Yes, dear, I'll fuck your cunt. I'll fuck you real good," I said. Carrie spread her legs wide and I entered her in one long, smooth stroke. I was all the way in and we kissed. She was so tight, so wet. 

I moved my hips slowly and ran my cock in and out of her pussy, took awhile to pick up speed then slammed into her. Carrie's eyes were half closed and she was whispering, "Yes, yes, yes," as my hips slapped hers. 

I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach and had her put one knee on the floor. Her pussy was pressed against the edge of the cushion. I adjusted her leg on the couch, rubbed my cock up and down her before sliding slowly in. I moved her back and forth on me, on the edge of the cushion, and I heard her say, "Oh shit, oh god." 

Slowly, over time, I started fucking her harder. I grabbed her hair and she said, "Yes." I pulled her hair, not enough to hurt, but raised her head and pulled it back. I punched into her. Slowly out, fast and hard as I could back into her. Heard her say, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," to each thrust. 

I spit on her ass. I held her hair, fucked her and slowly worked my thumb into her bottom and she moaned. I buried my thumb deep in her ass and twirled it around as I could. I used my palm to press her harder against the edge of the cushion while I fucked her and pulled her hair. I was fucking and twirling and pulling and Carrie was moaning and mumbling, "Oh my god, oh my god. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes. I'm almost there. Oh god. Oh god. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come."

Moments before she did I stopped and withdrew. She whined, "No, no, please?" as I put her on her back, entered her and held my pelvis flush against hers. I caressed her breasts and didn't move. I let her settle a bit and suck my fingers then I pinched her nipples and ground against her, sideways, around. 

She caught up with herself, said in a breathless voice, "Oh my god. That's real good, darling. So good. It reminds me of Mark, the best lover I ever had. Oh, you're pretty good, dear, but Mark was my best lover ever and he used to fuck me so good. He used to fuck me so long and so hard. Mark used to fuck me so good and long and hard until I was just a puddle of cum." I smiled. 




Booty Call



Carrie reached down to my ass and helped grind my hips against her. "Yes, baby, that's so good. Finish me off, darling. Try to make me come like Mark used to make me come. I'm not trying to hurt you or be mean, but, please? Fuck me like Mark used to?"

I ground against Carrie's tight little body. I pinned her legs back, leaned over her and drilled down. I slammed into her body with a building force and watched her grab her breasts and pinch her nipples and throw her head back and listened to her grunt and moan and beg me to fuck her harder, fuck her faster, fuck her deeper. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and she screamed and flexed, one hand shot out and grabbed the back of the couch, the other one to the floor. She screamed and went rigid, she moaned and went limp. 

I lay on top of her, stroking her hair while we caught our breath. Carrie stroked my back, played with my hair.

A few minutes passed then, "Oh my god. Where in the hell did that come from?"

I laughed. "I don't know, but you sure got into it."

"That was so fucking hot! I can't believe I got so turned on saying all those things."

"I'm glad. It was hot."

"Oh my god."

"So, any of it true?" I teased.

"Maybe, maybe not," she teased back and hugged me with arms and legs. 

I chuckled. "You could be a very happy couple someday if you choose your husband really carefully."

A small laugh, "Maybe so. God, I came so hard! Whew. That was a world class 'O' there, Mark." 

I nuzzled her and said, "Glad to oblige." 

She hugged me tightly again and whispered, "Mmm. That was just amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

I got up, took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I didn't see it, but I could feel it, her beaming smile when I said over my shoulder, "Come on, dear. The honeymoon's not over."

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Booty Call



With my eyes tightly shut and my fingers working my aching cunt, I imagined you filling me, meeting each thrust of my fingers with the rising of my hips, my release starts to build. A rush of moans escapes my lips and my entire body starts to tense...

I hear a door slam shut and the words.... "Don't you fucking dare!"

As if frozen, I lay perfectly still feeling my heart pick up its pace and my release slowly slipping away. I closed my eyes against the light when he flicked it on, and as my eyes focused, I was met with a glare from him and a scowl on his face.

"Couldn't my nasty little slut wait for me?" my Master barked at me... "I'm sorry I said over and over, I just couldn't help myself," I tried to explain with flushed cheeks.

"Yeah, I can see that, Get up, and get over here on your knees." Master barked again.

Dragging my fingers away from my pussy I stumbled to get off the bed, I could see just how serious he is...

While grabbing hold of my legs and pulling me. Master orders "Suck them clean."

Slowly I licked my fingers clean while gazing back at him with a...""is that all you've got look."" In an instant he grabs my hair at the base of my neck and pulls it, forcing me off the bed and down on my knees before him.

"Why didn't you wait? I told you this morning no playing while I was out today." Remembering what I had agreed to, I was suddenly filled with fear that I may have disappointed him. "I'm sorry, I said again, I just got really..."

"I know, you're such a horny little bitch," his voice softens as his thumb strokes my cheek ever so lightly, "aren't you?"

"Yes Master," I crumbled under his touch and softly whispered.., "I'm your horny little bitch."

"No girl, not tonight," as his thumb trails down over my bottom lip, before he pushed it into my mouth, "Tonight I'm going to be your Daddy. I know how much you love your Daddy."

I started to object he knows I don't like being his baby girl," I moan before sucking on his thumb. Or was it a growl?

Plucking his thumb from my mouth, he takes a step back, and I feel a sharp slap to

my right tit, it stings and causes me to yelp and reach for my tit.

"No, my horny little slut," as he shakes his head slowly, "I don't think so. Get your hands behind your back," "Now!!!!" Master barked at me again."

"I'm sorry Daddy," while clasping my hands behind my back, wondering what's coming next.

He moans out loud, content with my visual display of submission, "That's a good girl" he said. "And that's what you're going to be all night, isn't it Baby?"

"Yes Daddy." I replied

Nodding at me, "That's right, my sweet little submissive slut."

My eyes wandered from his black work boots, past his blue denim jeans, to his white casual shirt. My clit started to throb as I imagine him fucking me, pounding me, driving my ache away.

I watched as he unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his jeans. I bit on my lower lip as I watched him push them down over his hips along with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. Again a sharp pain, this time to my left tit.

"Ask first," he grins looking down at me, "Beg me for it."

"Please Master," I whispered, my eyes pleading louder than my words, "Please can I suck your cock."

Again another sharp pain hit my right tit... And he growled.

"Who Am I??" "Master" I said louder, again on the left side a crack on my tit... "WHO AM I??

"Daddy... you're my Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy..."

His hand intertwined in my hair. And he pulled my face to him. With my mouth nearly watering, I leaned in and tilted my head before running my tongue along his balls, sucking them into my mouth as I inhaled deeply, relishing his scent. I kept my hands clutched behind my back, as I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, pushing gently against his stomach. I moved my tongue up over the head of his cock, and swirled it around leaned back and opened my mouth letting his hard cock ease itself into my mouth.

I let out a moan as his salty pre-cum wet my appetite for what was about to come.

Just as he cupped the back of my head in his hands, I worked myself down his cock and slowly started to fuck him with my wet, warm mouth. Impaling myself on him, I tried to swallow the head of his cock down my throat but I gagged. I wanted him to force his cock in my mouth. I don't want to be his baby girl I want to be his nasty little slut...

"That's it bitch," he moaned, "Fuck my cock with that nasty throat of yours, look after your Daddy."

I groaned at the word Daddy... and he knew it. I could hear the chuckle in his voice.

I forced my tongue out to lick his balls and hold myself there for as long as I could. I gagged again before pulling back quickly, gasping for air. I wanted him to see I was not a baby girl...

As I continued he could feel my breathing change and I began to moan around his cock more intently. Looking down he noticed my fingers are working hard at my clit. I screamed through his cock in my mouth as he pinched my right nipple. Then I moaned and push my chest towards him, until he pinched it hard, then harder than he normally had. Twisting and pulling and applying increasing amounts of pressure, until I yelped and looked up at him

"Please Master... umm Daddy please it hurts..."

"Where did I tell you to keep your hands?" he asked with a steady, low voice.

"Behind my back," I winced in pain, "I'm sorry Daddy."

I sighed in relief as he let my nipple go. Stepping back his hard cock slipped from my mouth.. "What are you?" He yelled...

I stared at him blankly, unsure of what he wanted to hear. Watching him move his hand back, I waited to feel the sharp sting of his slap against my tits. Then I screamed as the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure made me ache for more, and I start to rub my clit harder.

He drew his hand back again, "Do I have to ask you again slut?"

"I'm sorry Daddy," I wince as I felt his skin collide with mine again.

"I'm a horny little slut that can't keep her fingers off my... your.. cunt." I groaned while rubbing my clit..

"That's right Baby girl, you rephrased that, and it is my cunt isn't it?" 

"Yes. Yes Daddy, it's yours."

He started to slap both of my breasts, one after the other, over and over again. I could feel my pussy juices dripping and the ache is too much for me. I sat back on my knees and started to wildly hump my clit and pussy against my hand.

He grabs my hair and pulls it, forcing my eyes back up to his,

"Don't you fucking dare," He yells, "Don't you dare make that pussy cum without Daddy's permission."

But I was lost in my own little world. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed, my body trembling before tensing, "I'm Cumming Daddy, I'm fucking Cumming. I so sorry... Daddy..."

I held his gaze while my body shudders. I saw that look in his eyes that maked me realize my mistake. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Daddy, I couldn't help it," I moaned, still riding out the last of my release.

He reached down and gripped his hands around my arms.

"Dirty little slut," you scolded me through gritted teeth.

As he pulled me back up to my knees, "You've turned into such a selfish little bitch, haven't you?" Holding the base of his cock, and using his hips, he swung them around, making his cock slap my face.

"I'm so sorry Daddy," I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes, "I won't do that again, I promise, not without your permission."

"Your fucking right you won't," as he held my face by my chin, "But for that little loss of control, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

He dropped my face and move around me. I could hear him rustle around in the cupboard, and before I knew it, he grabbed my arms and fitted restraints to my wrists before attaching them together. I realized I had no control left over this situation, and my clit started to throb. 

"You're going to take your Daddy's big, hard cock now, and you won't be permitted to cum."

"But Daddy, I..."

"Actually, I changed my mind," he says with a grin, "But the only way you'll be able to cum, is by rubbing that cunt against my boot."

Looking up at him in shock and then back down to his dirty boot, my mouth dropped open.

"That's right my dirty little slut," he mocks, "If you want to get off, you're going to have to hump the hell out of my boot. But first, I'm going to fuck your face until I've cum deep down my sluttish little girl's throat."

I moaned, as I imagined him forcing me to take it.

He twisted his fingers in my hair and forced me back to his cock. Thrusting it deep inside me, he felt me choke, my throat spasmed around the head of his cock and he moaned, "That's it; take it like a good little slut for Daddy."

Knowing he'd have to pull out and release me, he reluctantly loosened the grip on my head, letting me pull up and take a deep breath. 

"Thank you Daddy," I said breathlessly, "Thank You for letting me take your hard cock."

Leaning in closer, I kiss the head of his cock before sucking it into my mouth.

"Fuck off, don't even think little your signs of affection are going to make me more gentle," he laughed while driving his cock back in to my mouth hard and fast, making me gasp and choke.

Tears streaming down my face, I looked up at him hoping it would strike a chord within him, making him be more gently with me. The look in his eyes told me that wouldn't be happening, if anything my emotions seemed to make him more excited.

He sadistically twisted his hands into my long hair, and slowly he pulled his cock out before thrusting his hips into me hard, pushing my head towards his cock. Without mercy he fucked my mouth, my throat, making me gag and struggle to breathe, which only excited him more. I panicked and tried to back up, trying to move my head away, a little fearful of his roughness, but his vice like grip kept me there, right where he wanted me.

Holding me in place he leaned back and looked down at my lips, red and swollen from his hard cock., "Take it you nasty little cunt," he groaned, before thrusting forward, fucking my tight throat, relishing in the fact that I was struggling,

My throat began to burn from his fucking and my lungs fought with my body for air, but the ache inside my pussy only got stronger.. Tears again filled my eyes and my vision blurred, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more, I felt his cock begin to throb wildly in my mouth as he let out a low guttural groan, then jets of his cum shot down my throat.

Pulling out to let me breath, he wiped my tears away, "Good baby girl. You've been such a good baby girl for your Daddy." 

Breathing heavily, I look up at him and try to smile as he pushed me back down to sit on my knees again. Spreading my legs a little with a nudge of his boot, he eases it in until it's crammed between my thighs, pushed right up against my aching wet cunt.

"Now, let me see you be a dirty little slut for Daddy"

My eyes filled with need and mischief. I half smiled as I heard Daddy say...,

"Hump that boot hard Baby girl." Hump it hard and cum for your Daddy.



Booty Call



"Hello?" She said, with that soft voice of hers. Answering her phone after just a couple of signals.

"Hi..." I said, hoping I had caught her at just the right time. "I was wondering if you were doing something special tonight or?"

"Or what?"

"Or if you might feel like coming over here perhaps?..." In my mind's eye I could already see her, a beautiful brunette of perfect proportions with a sweet smile and deep brown eyes that were the perfect places to drown in, before and after...

"Aha, to do what exactly?" I could hear on her voice that she was teasing me.

"Well, I thought we could... enjoy ourselves a little?..."

"Doing what precisely?"

"Succumbing to passion, I thought." Getting a bit frustrated I decided to take the direct route.

"Oh, so that's what you're planning eh?" She said, almost chuckling.

"Well, I was kind of hoping..."

"And you need me for that?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"What?"

"You know."

"That I need you?"

"Yes."

"I need you."

"Go on."

"I want you."

"Keep going..."

"I need you, I want you... I..." I just had to say it. "I yearn for you, burning. I want to feel your body next to mine, your skin. I want to touch you, caress you. I need you, now..." I was feeling so intensively horny it was taking all my concentration and effort to avoid starting to hump the sofa. Again. Feeling like a hungry dog that just wants to rub his genitals up against everything in sight.

"Now you're talking... That actually sounds rather nice..." I could hear her smiling, her voice had suddenly gotten deeper, hornier.

"So you'll come?" I felt my mood rising by leaps and bounds.

"Sure. Want me to bring anything?"

"Nope, just come as soon as possible. Please."

"Sure, just don't go off before I come."

"I won't..."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up feeling horny and happy, looking forward to seeing her, touching and tasting her. Every second that I had to wait for her was an eternity of torment. I just couldn't sit still.

The doorbell rang and I almost ran to open the door. There she was, smiling at me. I kissed her before even thinking about the fact that for someone that was coming from home she had on quite a bit of make-up. Eagerly helping her off with her coat I noticed that she had a dress on under it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I pulled you away from something." I said.

"I was just out with the girls. Besides, you're going to make it up to me, aren't you?"

"Oh yes."

"And if you don't, I'll make you." She said, grinning widely before pulling me into another kiss. Deeply kissing and pulling each other close until there was hardly a centilitre of air between our bodies. Holding each other and never wanting to let go. Our hands starting to wander. Hers down my back and then all of a sudden in under my pants and onto my bottom. God how I've longed for that feeling of her fingers and hands on my skin. Letting my hands slide down over her wonderful bum. Finding the edge of her dress and lifting it. She's wrapping her legs around me, squeezing herself tighter against me like she's riding my leg for lack of something better. Exploring under her dress I'm surprised more by what I don't find than what I do find.

"So, no panties aye?" I ask with a wide smile on my face, taking a break from our intimate kisses.

"I took them off mere moments after deciding to come see you." She says, winking at me with a big and naughty smile. With my hands fondling and groping her lovely tush I descend upon her neck, kissing it allover. The small sighs she lets out are music to my ears. The more I kiss the harder she grips my bottom, holding me firmly against her.

We stumble into the bedroom and now I simply have to help her out of that dress. Seeing her standing before me completely naked makes my jaw drop and my knees weak. She smiles at her impact and pushes me down on the bed, down on my back, crawling up over me. Lying there under her my rowing hands simply must taste all of her delights, wandering allover her perfect form. She unbuttons my shirt hastily and soon it's lying on the floor somewhere. Crawling down she pulls the belt out of my pants before freeing me of my pants all together. She stands smiling at me for a moment while I lay there in just my underwear. She truly is a magnificent woman and my boxers look more like a very small pitched tent than just underpants. Straining from the pressure of that part of me which wants to go out and play.

She plays with it. Gripping it through the fabric and pulling it this way and that, not so forcefully that it hurts but enough that it almost feels like I'm about to come inside my pants. Taking her arms I gently pull her up over me and into a kiss. Living and dying on her wondrous lips. Holding her close to me so that my skin will feel hers. Nipples meeting, my chest against her breasts. The more we kiss the more we grind our groins together. Simulating the sex we're just a piece of fabric away from having.

I turn her over on her back and she giggles, I just have to kiss that smile before I start my way down her body. Her many curves so enchanting it's easy to get lost. With her hands on my back and neck I kiss her bosom, some old instinct from my toddler-days making me want to kiss and lick her nipples, her breasts. Sucking gently on her exquisite hardened nipples. God how I want her. Squeezing her breasts together a little and burying my face in her bosom.

Kissing my way further down I lift her legs apart so that as I kiss and caress my way down over her tummy I can just continue out along her right leg. I could spend a lifetime worshipping just her legs. Kissing my way from the hip all the way out to the upper side of her foot. Tickling her just a little to tease her. Going back in along her left leg. Pausing I lift both of her legs up so I can kiss the calves better, the pits opposite the knees. Reaching her inner thighs with my lips as my hands caress all the way up to her hip. As my lips finally reach her bush and I gaze up at her face from my position between her legs I wonder for a second what she'ld say if I asked her to marry me. Playing with my fingers in her well-groomed bush I decide she'ld probably consider it blackmail of me to ask her now. Kissing her labia, the outer gates to her divine paradise which have already swelled and opened up for me. Tasting her I can't help but to groan with pleasure. I've been thinking and fantasising about her all day. About kissing her, caressing her, licking her and...

The more I taste and the more adventurous I let my tongue become the more she moans. Taking a firm grip on my hair, putting her legs up on my shoulders as if to keep me where I am indefinitely. making me do my job... if this was my job I'ld awaken with a smile every morning, eager to get to work as soon as possible. I'ld probably become quite the workaholic. But then in some respects I already am addicted to her. Her breathing is getting heavy, each breath filled with lust. She suddenly pulls me up by my hair, up into a deep kiss. Her hands soon travelling down to push down my underwear. I quickly start helping her. Before long I'm on my back and she proceeds to pull my underwear clean off.

She runs her hands allover my chest, crawling back up over me. Looking down at her prey with a victorious gleam in her eyes. The she takes a hold of me, sliding my staff against the wet lips of her eager and openly willing cunt. Teasing me beyond what I feel I can endure.

"Please..." I beg.

"What?.." She asks, her voice damp and dark with desire.

"Take me..." She smiles at first, but even she can't put it off any longer and soon I feel myself sliding into her. The sweetest surrender I've ever made. She sinks down until she's engulfed all of me, sighing deeply as she takes me in. Slowly she starts to ride me, with what little control I have I slide my hands up to her bosom. Holding onto her wonderful beautiful breasts. The second she starts leaning forwards to kiss me I start helping her, pulling her down and myself up until our lips touch and our minds explode. Holding her tight as out tongues entwine. Grinding our groins against one another, round and round and up and down. Boiling over together.

Picking up the pace just a little, grinding while holding close. Quickening our pace without letting our skins drift apart. My pelvis working to thrust up into her, hers banging down on mine. She's holding onto my head and my arms hold down her back. Both of us holding on hard to one another. Like we're afraid that we'll slip apart, winding up across the room from one another perhaps, if we don't hold on tight. She breaks up the kiss and before I know what she's doing her lips are on my neck, kissing hard and nibbling lightly. She rises and with my hands on her hips we go at it harder and harder, making the bed shake. This is desire without patience, lust without restraints.

She's coming closer and closer, I can feel it. Feel her pulsating around my member as each stroke, each thrust, brings her closer to ecstasy. Pretty soon she's shaking on top of me, shivering first and then loosing more and more control. As she starts getting trouble staying upright I help her down on her back so that I kneel by the side of the bed, her body spread out before me. I can't pace myself. Instead I just thrust faster and faster, licking a few fingers to help her move quickly into her heaven as I'm closing in on mine. Feeling the oh so familiar signals travelling all along my spine. Making my muscles contract every here and there as my body prepares for the big event. I'm shivering, shaking myself to pieces, when she comes. Moaning loudly I can feel her body squeezing my member as each wave floods her nerve system. I keep up my pace, in fact I even increase it. Getting more and more desperate to reach it and feeling as if my body won't let me quit. Thrusting as if obsessed, which I am in a way, obsessed with coming. Working harder and harder until I can feel the edge approaching, and then I just snap. My system thrown into chaos as it all comes flooding out of me. Different parts of my body freezing up or going limp. Pulsating as I pump it all out. Collapsing on top of my lover as we're both basking exhausted in the sweet afterglow of our pleasure, of our ecstasy. Kissing lightly as we lie there panting.

"You know you can stay here as long as you want." I tell her, hoping that she'll accept the offer rather than sneaking away in the night.

"We'll, since I only come here for sex that means that you'll have to continue to offer me sex as long as I'm here." She answers with a wide grin.

"It's a deal." I say, smiling, before kissing her deeply. We lie there resting for some time yet, before heading to the shower and then continuing the evening...



Booty Call: Jo



Jo was only my second girlfriend. I use the term "girlfriend" pretty loosely, as all we really did when we got together was fuck. I was 19, while she was just 18 at the time. Although I was no virgin when I met her, I'd just moved out of home and it was probably the first time in my life that I'd gotten regular sex. In fact, probably the only thing that kept us together for the six-odd months of our relationship was how much we both enjoyed our fuck sessions.

Looks-wise, Jo was the classic cheerleader-slash-girl-next-door - not quite my type, but still very pretty. She was slim and petite at 5'3, with long, almost-auburn hair and green eyes. Her breasts were quite full for a girl of her small frame, and her narrow waist and slim hips made her lovely ass look rounder than it really was. Although in possession of a rockin' bod, her best overall feature was definitely her mouth, with its full, perpetually moist lips. The girl could have been custom-built to suck cock with a mouth like that.

Somehow, those lips had wound up wrapped around my shaft on the very first night we met, hiding under a blanket in a corner at a friend's house party. We were both quite drunk, and while it wasn't the best head ever, the thrill of doing it in a semi-public place, plus the sight of her heavily glossed lips sliding up and down my prick had sent me over the edge in quite a short amount of time. To top it all off, she'd swallowed quite happily, jerking more of my spunk into her mouth with eager hands before licking me clean.

We'd wound up at my place the following morning, and after grabbing a few hours of sleep we had spent the rest of the weekend fucking, doing it in every room of my shabby little apartment. She told me I was her first one-night stand, which I'm still not entirely sure I believe. On our last fuck before she headed home, she'd even let me do it to her without a condom. Although only 18, she was experienced, eager to please and got off easily. The image of her wailing and fingering her clit as she rode me to climax sustained my fantasies during the coming week.

I actually figured on never seeing her again. I was a bit of a geek, and with looks like hers, she could have had just about any man she wanted. I was surprised when she called me up later in the week, asking if she could drop by. I agreed (perhaps a little too eagerly), and we spent another day and night going at it like bunnies. Things followed this pattern for some time - in fact, I'm not sure if we ever really discussed our relationship. One of us would make up a pretense for getting together, then we'd go at it like sex was about to be banned.

The night in question was about two months after we first got together. Although we'd started occasionally heading out for dinner, the movies, or hanging out with friends, for the most part our favourite activity still involved fucking each other's brains out, either at my flat or at her house when her parents went away. She rang me to tell me she'd just gotten a haircut, and I told her to drop by - ostensibly because I wanted to check her out, but really because I couldn't think of a better way to wile away an evening than putting my cock between her gorgeous lips.

She turned up an hour later, dressed up as if for a night on the town. She'd been shopping, and bought a new dress to accompany her new hairstyle. Along with a trim, she'd had a few lighter streaks added, and I couldn't help but smile as she looked to me for my approval.

"It looks great." I enthused, feeling a little bad as her eyes lit up at the compliment. Call me a sex-obsessed jerk, but provided she didn't shave her head, I had about zero interest in her hairstyle. But hey, I was willing to say pretty much anything if it was a route to getting Jo's pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

We moved to the bedroom, and pretty soon we were both down to our underwear. She was wearing some fantastic lingerie I'd never seen before - sheer black stockings, frilly knickers and a quite flattering lacey bra. I started to think that she'd obviously been planning something special for the night, and we built things up slowly - lots of making out and fondling as we ground our hips together. After a few minutes of this, I almost had sparks shooting out of my ears.

"Do you want to try something new?" This was the way she approached it during a break in our kissing, biting her bottom lip cutely as she looked up at me with wide eyes.

"What did you have in mind?" Licking my lips as I recalled the last time Jo had asked something like this. It had involved her donning her high school cheerleader's outfit (which had obviously been sized before she'd gone up a few cup sizes and grown some hips), and we must have fucked half-a-dozen times that night.

"Well, I was thinking that you might wanna... fuck me in the bootie?" Her voice was breathy now, eyes half-lidded as she pursed her lips. The effect her offer had on me was instantaneous - it was like I'd been struck by lightning, my cock instantly rock-hard.

Prior to this, I'd never had the opportunity to sample the unique pleasures offered by penetrating a girl's most private hole. I'd toyed with the idea of talking my previous girlfriend into it, but my attempt to finger her back there while I was going down on her one night had been rebuffed so severely that I didn't have the heart to approach the topic again. I wasn't about to turn Jo down, but I didn't want to appear too eager either.

"Are you sure? I mean, I've heard it can hurt, particularly if you haven't done it before..." I trailed off, seeing how she'd address my last statement.

"I've had my finger back there before, it's tight, but I can take the pain. I mean, if you want me to..."

I gave her a grin by way of an answer. "What have you got for lube?"

"There's some vaseline in that drawer... so I guess that's a yes?"

I gave her another grin as I fished the jar of vaseline out. She rolled over onto her knees, sliding some pillows underneath her upper body, looking over her shoulder to wink at me. I eased her panties down slowly, letting the tip of my finger "accidentally" stray against her asshole. She squealed playfully, squirming away. Opening the jar of vaseline, I smeared a healthy amount onto my rigid cock, before passing it to her. I watched with rapt attention as she proceeded to warm herself up, pushing one vaseline-smeared finger against her perfect pink asshole, breathing out raggedly as she finger-fucked herself.

"Are you ready?" I asked after watching her sexy display for a while. Almost unconscious of the fact that I'd been stroking myself, my cock was coated and glistening with lube. She nodded over her shoulder before burying her head in the pillows, sliding her finger out of her tight backdoor. Gaping open for a split-second, it winked shut as I knee-walked up behind her.

I gently caressed her lovely flanks, letting my hands come to rest on her slim hips. I could feel her trembling in anticipation beneath me, and believe me, she wasn't the only one. Her hands slid back to clasp each of her buttocks, pulling them apart to give me another perfect view of her tiny asshole. She sighed as I placed the head of my erection against the tightly clenched pucker, and immediately began pushing back against me. I gasped at the heat that seemed to radiate out from the tight knot of her asshole.

She gave a sudden push back with her hips, and the head of my cock popped inside her tight asshole. She cried out as I moaned with pleasure - at first her tight anal ring squeezed the head like a vice, then she relaxed, pushing out and wriggling her hips. The way her trim body moved made me shiver, and either she was a natural buttfucker, or just a little more experienced at taking it in her gorgeous little posterior than she was letting on.

"Take it slow please baby..." Her voice was a murmur, her head buried in the pillows, hair covering her pretty face. I started to feed my cock into her slippery asshole inch by torturous inch, both of us tense with lust. I could feel her tight butt muscle tensing around my thickness, and looking down to see my cock splitting her buttocks is an image that has fuelled quite a few daydreams ever since.

Her breathing became laboured as I pushed my way up inside her, and a tremor ran through her young body as I bottomed out, my balls rubbing pleasurably against her rump. It was a snug fit, with her ass seemingly molded around my shaft, and I gave her a few seconds to get used to its presence before easing my way back out. Her young bowel turned out along my shaft, and it almost felt as if her butt was trying to suck me back up inside her. Leaving just the head inside, the first thrust complete, I started pushing my back up inside her again. I slid home a little easier this time, and she brought one of her cool hands down, slim fingers briefly teasing my balls and the base of my shaft.

"You can go for it baby... don't worry about me." Her voice cracked, and I couldn't help but feel a little tenderness towards her. She was giving up her ass just to make me happy, but of course this was all forgotten when I realised what she was offering. I slid my cock back out of her tight bootie, and she opened up even easier as I slid back in this time. Although still tight as a vice, her asshole had warmed up to my cock surprisingly quickly, adding a little more fuel to my "this girl was no anal virgin" theory. 

Panting together now, we caught a frenzied rhythm. She cried out into the pillows as I slid my arms underneath her, squeezing her large tits in my hands. She was almost screaming, a torrent of half-formed words, obscenities and cries of either pain or pleasure finding their way back to my ears and turning me on even further. The feel of her asshole wrapped like a fist around my cock was exquisite, and I loved watching my balls bouncing against her buttocks.

Grunting with each thrust, I felt a familiar tingling start in my shaft. Ignoring the way her anal ring contracted around the base of my cock, I picked up the pace even further. She was crying out almost continously now, and I felt her almost relax as I dug my fingers into her sides. This was our agree-upon signal for "cumming soon" - in the past I'd always left it up to her whether she wanted to move off me, or take my load inside her. She didn't move this time, obviously deciding that she wanted something to remember me by as I pounded her too-tight butt.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as I started to shoot my thick load inside her. Her well-lubed asshole seemed to turn into a slippery velvet glove, clasping me tightly and milking me for every drop. I thought I would never stop cumming, bathing the walls of her tight ass with my sperm, grinding my cock up inside her like I was trying to get behind her belly-button as warm seed leaked out around my shaft. I collapsed over her as my balls finished draining, my spent cock slipping out of her now not-quite-so-tight asshole.

"Did you like that, baby?" She cooed over her shoulder as she looked back at me, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead.

"That was amazing. Thankyou so much." I leant down and kissed her, our tongues twirling together for a little while before we sank into the bedclothes, too spent to do anything but rest. A little while later, I pulled back the sheet while she slept to admire her naked form. There was a fine pattern of bruises on her hips, left by my fingertips in a moment of passion, but I soon forgot about those as I admired her now-gaping asshole, my thick seed still leaking from it. Damn. Another polaroid moment!

Along with our usual fuck-sessions, we had anal sex another ten or so times over the next few months, and even twice after we had broken up. I never used a condom, which probably wasn't too bright given that I never asked her just how many guys had been in her backdoor before me, but then again I was 19, and being bright isn't one of my strong suites even now. The sex never failed to be mind-blowing, which is something I've never quite recaptured, but real-world stuff eventually came between us. Still, for a first buttfuck, I couldn't have asked for a better experience.



Booty Call: Penny



Penny was Indian but, as I'd discover later, after being adopted at just a few weeks old she'd never been back to India. She'd fully availed herself of everything a first-world country had to offer. About 5'4, her teeth were white and straight, and her gym membership had given her a slim, toned physique. She probably could have gained a few pounds, to be honest, but her almost impossibly narrow waist made her appealingly round booty look a bit bigger than it really was.

She really knew how to move. I first spotted her on the dance floor at some dingy club, elbowing my friend and pointing her out. He'd had his eye on a girl with dyed blonde hair and obvious fake tits all night, so his response was a little non-committal.

"She's cute. A little skinny. Nice rack."

I introduced myself as soon as she took a break from shaking her ass. I guess the fact that she wasn't there with anybody should have told me something was up, but my girlfriend, Emma, was out of town and I figured there was no harm in talking to her.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked after introductions.

She bit her lip and looked around. "Are you single?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, the lie coming without me even having to think twice.

I know she didn't believe me, but she still smiled. "How about taking me home, instead?"

We kissed in the cab, but she seemed more interested in teasing me, flicking her long black hair around, bumping her hip up against mine, "accidentally" letting her hand slide just a little too far up my thigh. By the time we'd gotten inside, any pretence at the "getting to know you" stuff was forgotten. We were in the bedroom peeling each other's clothes off within minutes of the front door closing. As Penny kissed my neck, I remembered to take the opportunity to turn the bedside picture of my girlfriend around.

I was lying on my back, stripped down to my boxers, Penny to her bra and panties as she rocked her butt back against my bulge, almost like she was dancing. As I reached down to hook my fingers into her panties, she asked the one question I'd been dreading.

"Do you have any condoms?"

I frowned and shook my head. Emma and I didn't use them, so keeping them in the house might have raised her suspicions. If she knew what I'd been up to, she might have insisted.

"Listen," said Penny, "I'm not on the pill or anything, so I don't think I can fuck you. But we can do anything else you like."

"Oh, that sounds great," I smiled encouragingly. I'd been dying to fuck Penny ever since I'd seen her, but I wasn't going to complain at the prospect of getting to do other things to her tight little body. I figured that slamming her pussy could wait until next time.

In response she leaned over me, her long black hair tickling my chest. We locked eyes and she bit her lip as she slid her hand down my chest, cool brown fingers slipping into my boxers, tweaking the head. She licked her lips before sliding down, taking my boxers off in one smooth, well-practiced movement. My cock stood up like a flagpole, her tongue darting out to flick against the head, making me jump like I'd been given an electric shock.

Apparently satisfied with what she'd found in my boxers, she reached up to unfasten her bra, throwing the black lacy garment across my face and giggling. She was only a B cup, but her tits were perfect, perky handfuls, a perfect compliment to her flat tummy and toned, athletic ass.

Sitting back, she brought her legs in front of her, one delicate foot resting against my thigh, while the other pushed against my shaft, rubbing it up and down. I'd never really been a foot-fetish guy, but when the toes of her other foot started to tease and tickle my balls, I was an instant convert. She giggled as she felt the way I responded and started to lick her hand.

"Never had a footjob before?" she asked quietly, between licks. I shook my head and she smiled. "You've missed out."

Leaning down, she took me in her slick, saliva covered hand, spreading her spit along my shaft before flipping over onto her tummy. She looked at me over her shoulder, her legs trailing back toward me, soft soles gently squeezing and kneading my cock between them.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," I moaned as she started to move her nimble feet, skilfully rolling my shaft between her soft, delicate arches. Her tiny toes tickled my thick length and teased the head, squeezing a few drops of precum onto my tummy. "Fuck, you bitch, you keep that up and I'm going to blow on my stomach."

I wasn't sure how she'd take to being insulted, but she just giggled. "Maybe that's this bitch's plan?"

As she squeezed my spit-coated cock between her lovely feet, I couldn't help but rock my hips up and down, feeling my cock beginning to throb. Detecting my enthusiasm she moved even faster, with predictable results. I groaned as I erupted across my stomach and chest, spurting almost all the way up to my chin. She watched over her shoulder, giving me one last squeeze with her feet before sliding her leg down, big toe drawing patterns in the cum.

"How was that?" she asked, although she already knew the answer. She laughed when all I could muster was a thumbs-up. "Wanna glaze my ass?" She giggled as she peeled off her panties, revealing her waxed snatch and perfect brown butt before sitting up and facing away, perching herself on my stomach.

"Oh," she said as she rubbed herself in my sperm, "it feels like I've dipped my ass in a river of cum!"

"You sent my sperm count through the roof," I said, making her yelp as I gave her ass a playful slap.

As my seed dried on my stomach and her ass she settled herself on my spent shaft, rocking back and forth, gently humping my cock between her asscheeks. "Oh, you like that?" she giggled as she felt me harden.

"Just enjoying the view," I replied, sliding my hands up to her tiny waist.

She let me guide her back and forth against my thick shaft, looking over her shoulder as she reached back to tease the head with her fingers and jerk me off a little, her long black hair falling across her face. Pressing her knees against the bed, she lifted herself a little, my cock springing up to nestle against her little brown pucker like somebody had glued it there.

"What are you doing?" I managed to whisper.

"Just playing," was her response.

Taking the root of my shaft in her hand, she raised herself onto the top of my pole, then leaned forward, her long black hair trailing against my knees as she rubbed her wet, bald slit up and down. We both gasped as the tip grazed her little honey trap of a pussy and she eased down a little, moaning as she rocked herself back and forth. It took everything in me not to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down against me, spearing her with my whole length. The only thing that stopped me was the thought that she was trusting me not to do exactly that.

After a few agonising moments she lifted herself off my cock, now back to full, throbbing hardness. "Um," she said, "there's no polite way to ask but you don't, like, have anything, do you?"

"I'm clean, I swear." I gave her my best smile. Truth be told, I could have been a little more diligent on the blood test front, but if she was offering what I thought she might be, there was no way I was giving her a reason to say no.

Penny gave me a blinding white smile. "I was hoping you'd say that." She settled back down against me, but this time it was her asshole that came to rest against the head of my cock. She showed off her dance moves again, rubbing her little brown pucker up and down, back and forth, both of us groaning as she pushed just to the point where I was sure her backdoor was about to pop open. It felt like she was kissing my cock with her asshole, and it was the most mind-blowing teasing I've ever been subjected to.

"Oh," she gasped, easing herself back up and off me, "it's been a while since I had anything hard up my butt."

"A while?" I asked, snaking my hand around her hip, fingers gently probing her wet slit. "Like months?"

"God, that feels good!" She threw her head back and arched her back, her long black hair tickling my face.

"You didn't answer my question." I let my thumb stray against her clit, and she actually yelped, almost jumping off the bed.

"Mmm, more like a week," she giggled. "I'm so fucking tight and tiny back there, though."

"Have you got anything that might help?" I asked, keen to push through any last-minute reluctance. My finger, dipped in her honey-sweet juices, strayed to her asshole and she relaxed expertly as I pushed, swallowing my digit quite easily.

Penny rolled her hips as I fingerfucked her, one hand coming down to rub her wet snatch while her other got busy pinching and tweaking her nipples. After a minute I added a second digit, a slight whimper the only complaint as I stretched out her little ring. It only took a few minutes before my attentions had the desired effect. She started panting, her asshole contracted around my fingers, then she threw her head back and cried out. Her ass rubbed back and forth against my cock like she was trying to convince somebody she was only doing this to pay for college, and it was all I could do not to dump another load on my stomach right there and then.

Finally she eased forward, my fingers sliding free of her now slightly opened asshole. Catching her breath, she leaned forward to rustle around in her handbag as she looked for something. My cock felt a little lonely without Penny's ass squished against it, but I was grateful for a chance to cool down, especially when she looked over her shoulder and said, "Now it's your turn," with a devilish grin.

Producing a tube of lube, she got up on her knees, giving me a great view as she squirted some of the slippery gel into her hand and started packing it up her asshole. The way she went about this ritual told me it wasn't the first time she'd treated a guy to a similar show.

"When did you first take it up the ass?" I asked.

She pursed her lips as she looked back at me, then smiled. "Let's just say I got to be prom queen and buttfuck queen, both in the same year."

I moaned and closed my eyes as she wrapped her cool, slippery hand around my drooling cock, spreading the lube methodically, expertly tightening her grip until I was just about bouncing off the bed. That bit of business taken care of, she turned away once again, leaning back a little as she guided her heart-shaped ass onto the tip.

"Can you point it?" she asked, her breathing a little shallow.

I took my cock by the base as she moved her hips in a slow circle, dragging her slippery asshole against the head. As she pushed down on me this time she opened easily, both of us groaning as my shaft eased up into her well-oiled insides. She lifted herself up and off, giving me an amazing view of her gaping little hole, then threw me a sexy wink as she eased back down.

We settled into a rhythm after that. She took a butt-hammering like an absolute professional, my thick rod plunging in and out of her hole as she bounced herself up and down, squealing and making low moans that were almost growls the whole time. My cock felt so hard and swollen that I thought I was going to split her in two, but she didn't miss a beat.

I didn't think I'd be able to get off again so soon, but the sexy sight of her slim body bouncing on the bed I normally shared with Emma, and the amazing feel of her tight ring clinging to my cock soon had me right at the edge. "I'm cumming!" I cried as my balls tingled, her ass milking the pre-jizz from my shaft. I wrapped my hands around her waist, ready to pull her off if she didn't want me to pop inside her.

"Yes!" was all she yelled as she slide all the way down, my balls squished against her dripping pussy, her buttcheeks pillowed against my abs. I felt the surge all the way from the top of my head to the tip of my prick, cumming like a firehose, spurt after spurt filling her most private niche. Her ass made a squelching noise as she jiggled it around my cock. When she slipped off, I felt more of my warm cream dripping across my thighs and stomach.

"Your poor spermies," she giggled. "They're looking for an egg to fertilise but they're in the wrong hole."

I couldn't raise much more than a weak chuckle at this. After a fuck like that I could barely see.

"Um, can I get money for a cab?" asked Penny, slipping off the bed. I noticed she was walking a little funny as she retrieved her clothing and it made me smile.

"Oh sure." I reached for my wallet. "How much do you want?"

"Two hundred?" She giggled.

I guess a little of my brain had leaked out along with a few million of my kids, because I handed over the cash without any argument. In return, I got a folded-up piece of paper with her number and an instruction to call any time.

I had to wait until my girlfriend went away again, but she'd barely been gone a minute before I caught another look at the back of Penny's head, her glossy black hair bouncing as her magical asshole did a repeat performance on my cock. A few days after that she let me take her on all fours as she faced Emma's big changing mirror, the look of concentration on her cute face as I plumbed her butt prompting me to shoot a big enough load that I swear her tummy swelled a little. That was also the night that, on Penny's request, I tried my first golden shower. I had misgivings about how degrading it was for her, but seeing her cavort and play in the golden stream pushed all that out of my mind. When we had our fourth liaison she let me bring a friend along, but that, as they say, is another story.