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Seduced

By: SasyLittleGirl



My awakening to D/s came many years ago. Since then I have realized that it never left me. The desire never changed, it only lay sleeping for a bit. I didn't know then that it had a name. I just knew that it was a total turn on and was part of me.

I met him in a class that I was taking. The attraction was instant and intense. I remember the stolen kisses and hugs that led to intimate body parts being groped and squeezed. He said once, "You don't know me well." All I could reply was, "ohhhhh, but I want to." I should have known from the look in his eyes that I needed to know him.

When the class was over, we made arrangements to meet two weeks from that Saturday. He told me what to wear, and somehow I knew not to even question his direction. I asked if he wanted me to cook dinner that evening or what the plans would be.

His reply was that I should only worry about being there and dressed as he wanted. A little shudder ran through my body. I had in the past (and since that time) had men force me to do things. But I knew something about this way was very different. I don't remember what I asked him at that point, I only remember that he leaned close and whispered, "shhhhhhh," sending a shiver through my body.

The day of the meet finally arrived. I spent all day cleaning and fixing up the house; my mind totally engulfed in what the night could have in store. I took a long bath letting my mind wander and found my hands also wandering along my body. I had to laugh when I realized this man did these things to me. I took my time getting ready. Applying my make-up just so. Making sure my hair looked perfect. I picked up the hair spray and thought, "No way. Not going to have him touch my hair and get stuck." I giggled as I thought about the strange things that went through one's mind at times.

I remember little after that except pacing the door and nearly jumping out of my skin when he knocked on the door. His knock was solid. Again, funny things that one's mind remembers. I opened the door, and again a slight shiver ran through me. He handed me a bag of groceries and as I started to babble he said, "shhhhhhh." He told me to turn around.

I didn't question this, I just turned around. He blindfolded me, led me to the kitchen and took the bag from me. He sat me down in a chair and placed my hands in my lap. Then he positioned my feet together. He leaned down, kissed me, and told me to be silent. I felt goose bumps rise. I wondered if he saw them. I began to hear sounds and knew he was preparing dinner.

Wonderful smells soon filled the kitchen. Every once in a while he would touch me. I wiggled and squirmed wanting more, fighting the urge to tell him, "To hell with dinner. Let's get to business." Something in me told me in his time I would get more than I ever thought possible. If I sat very still and quiet he allowed me sips of wine. He would put tastes of food to my lips. I would take them lingering my tongue on his finger tips, sucking them in when I could.

I could hear him moving from room to room. I gathered he was setting the table because of the sounds. He told me to rise and I was still not allowed to speak. He led me into the dining room and sat me down there. He took off the blindfold and my eyes opened slowly to a room full of candlelight. As my eyes focused, I could see the table was set beautifully. I looked at him and started to speak. He put his finger to my lips.

I don't remember what the meal was, only that he hand fed me. Something about that just really did something to me. The helpless feeling, pure control. I didn't know that's what it was when it was happening; only that I liked it.

After dinner he led me to the bathroom we stripped each other I turned on the shower. He asked me to bathe him. I did so eagerly. Then he bathed me and washed my hair. I thought I was in heaven. I didn't understand his method but it was driving me mad. He dried me off and asked me if there was anything I needed I looked at him and replied, "Yes, you."

He laughed and blindfolded me again as he led me to my bed and tied me there. The rest of the night was a blur. He did so many things to me, I cant even begin to remember them all. I know I did anything he asked... I remember touching back down to earth as the sun rose...

Seduced



Note: this is my first story and would love feedback, this was inspired by the girl in the picture, my friend with benefits (names changed) I love you girl and you better never change!

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Desiree was 18 when she first started masturbating. She was a late bloomer. She didn't fully discover herself until later. One day she was talking to one of her older friends who told her about masturbation. She didn't fully understand it until she started to watch porn. Slowly her sex drive grew. By the time she was 18 she was a chronic masturbator. Most of her thoughts ranged from various celebrities, to dirty thoughts about her boyfriend John. Tonight happened to be one of those nights. Desiree laid on her bed dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of blue thong underwear. 

She reached over on her nightstand, and found a picture of her boyfriend. She softly rubbed her 36 B tits and she thought about him. 

Her nipples came to attention and poked through her shirt. She began to think about the few times she had seen him with his shirt off, it made her wet. She put the picture down and used her now free hand to rub her pussy. Her other hand went down to her caramel stomach and up, under her shirt. 

She closed her eyes and began to think about her boyfriend. How she wished she could see him again. She would run her hands all over his hot body. She wanted him to grab her with his strong arms. She wanted him to throw her down on his bed and make passionate love to her. 

As the thoughts went through her head, Desiree slipped her fingers inside her panties and into her pussy. Her breathing got faster and faster as thoughts ran rampant through her head. She imagined her boyfriend fucking her in every position possible. Her little face turned red and her short hair became a tangled mess as she thrashed back and forth on the bed. 

She moaned, "Oh Johnnie, OOOH JOHNNIE OOOOOOOH JOHNIEEEEEEEEE!!!" As she arched her back and came hard to thoughts of her boyfriend. Her body went limp as the orgasm took all the energy out of her. She lay there for a few minutes, but didn't have the energy to remove her hand from where it was. She unconsciously continued to rub herself as she drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning she woke up early to take a shower. She was all wet and sticky from masturbating all night. She hopped in the shower and turned on the water. She ran the detachable showerhead over her body and through her hair. She began to move it down her body. First over her shoulders, then down over her breasts. The massaging action of the showerhead stimulated her breasts. She moved the stream down her chest and over her stomach. The feeling was so good, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her boyfriend was behind her in the shower. He kissed her neck and moved his hands to her breast and squeezed them gently. Her nipples came to attention. He moved one of his hands between her legs and felt her smooth outer folds. She was shaved which made her pussy smooth to the touch. 

He slipped in two fingers and began to finger her ever so gently. Desiree dropped back into her boyfriend's arms and closed her eyes. She placed her head on his chest. She rolled it back and the feeling was intoxicating. It added to her passion as her boyfriend talked dirty to her. He then triggered her pleasure points, at the same time. He kissed her neck, pinched her nipples and gave her pussy a couple hard thrusts. Desiree screamed as the pleasure rocked her body. She twitched a little and opened her eyes.... She was on the floor, alone, with the showerhead in her hand, buried between her legs. Damn, she thought as she finished her shower.

She toweled off and got dressed for school. She put on a short skirt and a low cut blouse. Underneath was a matching, black lace bra and panties set. 

Later that day, John and Desiree were at lunch. They were in their hidden spot, making out. She was pressed against the wall, his hand under her skirt, feeling up her tight ass. 

He loved his girlfriends, they always had such nice asses. Desiree pulled John closer to him and they both shoved their tongues further down the other's throat. 

John and Desiree were getting very aroused, very quickly. Desiree was extremely wet and John was rock hard. Her hands went up his muscular back. His hands gripped and squeezed her firm ass. They were in ecstasy. Desiree had been forced up onto the wall. John was thrusting his cock into the outside of her thong underwear so hard, she was lifted off the ground. All of his fondling had pushed up her skirt to where you could easily see the top of her slender, light brown legs, one of which was wrapped around his waist. 

The two continued grinding for another couple minutes, until Desiree started cumming. She grabbed a hold of John and plowed her head into his chest to stifle her scream as best she could. Feeling his girlfriend shake like that turned him on so much. John came with her. 

Desiree dropped her leg from around John's waist and leaned against the wall for support. She was satisfied for the time being, but she wanted more. She said, "Baby, lets go to my house, my parents won't be home for hours."

John and Desiree quickly ditched school and sped off to her house. Desiree couldn't control herself. She slid her hand up her skirt and started to finger herself. She lay back in the seat, moaning in ecstasy. John almost drove off the road trying to watch her. 

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at her house. John grabbed Desiree, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to her room. He tossed her on the bed and they made out for a few minutes, but then Desiree decided she wanted to wear something more comfortable. She slipped into the bathroom to change. While she was changing, John removed his own shirt and waited for her to return. When the bathroom door opened, Desiree was standing before him in a short, pink, silk bathrobe that barely covered her crotch. She walked towards him. 

Sensing her boyfriend's anxiety she said, "Would you like to see what's behind door number 1?" 

"Fuck YEAH!" was his quick reply. 

With that Desiree undid her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her lace bra and panty set. She could see her boyfriend's hard on as she looked at him. Requiring no further instruction, she leaned down and passionately kissed her boyfriend. 

The two rolled over on the bed and began to lustfully make out. Desiree's entire fantasy was coming true in the instant. John dropped his pants and boxers in one movement. He was a pro at this and would rock his girlfriend's world with his skill. He grabbed her tightly as he drove his tongue into her mouth. Positioning himself on top of her, he pulled her thong to the side, and slid his dick into her. 

John was relieved to find his girlfriend was still a virgin, but this he would have to change. He worked his girlfriend slowly at first. He spread her legs open and slid in and out of her gently. She wrapped her arms around him and started moaning into his ear. Desiree only knew what she had seen in the porn she watched, but her boyfriend was more than capable of handling his business. He made up for her inexperience. 

He coached her through the session. Telling her what to do. He talked sexy to her. He made her squirm beneath him. Her short hair became sweaty as her breath became short. Moans and grunts filled the room. John began to thrust harder and harder into his little girlfriend. She wrapped her legs around his back as he continued to pound her. 

"Oh God Johnnie YES, OH GOD YES!"

Desiree screamed as she came. John could feel her pussy contracting around his dick. But he wasn't ready to cum yet. He rolled Desiree over and fucked her doggy style. Desiree rarely had more than 1 orgasm at a time, but this time she had 2 in a row. Within seconds she had come again. John still hadn't come, lifted her up by her waist to a sitting position. She bounced up and down on his dick while he fondled her breasts. He kissed her neck and put a hand inside her thong. He rubbed her clit vigorously. Her ass pounded into him as his dick slid in and out of her pussy. Desiree turned her head, kissed her boyfriend on the lips and gave him hard sexy stare. Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and one of her hands grabbed a hand full of her hair. 

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came for the third time. This time John blew his load into her pussy with a load grunt. Desiree collapsed on the bed, passing out from the extreme pleasure she had just received. John withdrew himself from his girlfriend and lay down next to her. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered a thank you into her ear.



Seduced



He knelt between my spread thighs as I lay naked on my back. His hard cock jutted from his taut muscular body and my hungry eyes devoured his glistening flesh as he fisted his long, thick dick and looked down at me with an amused expression on his chiseled face. 

"Do you want it?" He teased as he rubbed the slick wet head of his cock against my taint making me moan softly with wanton desire. I had never been with a man before. I had never considered it an option before that night but as I looked at his hard muscular body I wanted him inside me as much as I had ever wanted anything. It was an exciting yet frightening idea for me. I was at heart a family man. I was married with children and I had always considered myself straight but something had clicked when I first saw him at the bar several hours earlier. I wasn't physically attracted to him but I was sexually drawn to him in a way that was raw, primal and animalistic. 

He first looked at me as I sat beside my wife drinking a beer. Our eyes met briefly and he smiled before I nervously looked away. I could feel his eyes on me and looked over again. He made and held eye contact and I felt my heart race. I had never flirted with another man before and I knew I was playing a dangerous game but it was strangely exciting and I liked knowing that someone, anyone, was interested in me. At 43 I was not young anymore and the once common appreciative glances from women had slowed to near nonexistence in recent years despite the fact that I kept myself in good shape. 

My wife Carole excused herself to go to the ladies room and I watched her walk slowly away. Her sexy round ass swayed enticingly as she walked and I felt a surge of lust fueled desire as I gazed at her gorgeous butt. At 42 she could pass for her mid 30s and she never failed to get looks from much younger men whenever we went out. Strangely it was me getting attention from a younger man. I glanced at my admirer and our eyes met again. I wasn't gay and I had never been attracted to another man but there was no mistaking the fact that he was a good looking guy with an attractive face and an athletic, muscular body. He looked to be in his mid twenties with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that bore into me. 

I averted my eyes and looked up at the television which hung from the wall in front of me but I could feel his eyes on me and I was quickly drawn back into the dangerous game we'd been playing. He smiled and I returned it, feeling a wicked thrill as I did. I was flirting back and it excited me more than I imagined possible. 

Carole returned from the ladies room and sat down beside me bringing me back to reality. 

"My turn," I told her as I stood up. 

I felt a flutter of excitement as I turned toward him and smiled. I had already had a few beers and needed to pee so I walked toward both him and the bathroom. 

His eyes were trained on me as I approached and he flashed a dazzling white smile sending shivers down my spine as I passed. I returned his smile and looked away bashfully as butterflies battled in my stomach. I had never been hit on by a guy before and I was surprised at what a rush it was. 

I heard him stand as I passed and my heart raced as I considered what might happen if he followed me into the men's room. The bar had two men's rooms. The main one near the front door and a little used tertiary one next to the entrance to the kitchen that I chose. I didn't know for sure if he was following me but I could sense his eyes on me as I made my way down the secluded hall to the small bathroom.

I was standing at the urinal when he entered the room. We were alone in the small room but he didn't speak. He stood at the sink busying himself until I finished and then smiled in the mirror at me as I walked to the basin beside him. My heart pounded relentlessly in my chest. It was a thrill unlike anything I had felt and I returned his smile nervously as I became hypnotized by his deep blue eyes. 

He turned to face me and a lump formed in my throat. I had an overwhelming desire to run but I stood transfixed and looked into his eyes as I waited for his next move. 

"Does she know," he asked as he glanced at the ring on my finger. He reached out and touched my hand lightly and then traced his finger up my arm making me shudder. 

"Know what," I stammered and he smiled knowingly as he moved closer. My heart thumped in my chest and beads of perspiration formed quickly on my forehead. My mouth was dry as I stared at him and watched him slowly cover the short distance between us. 

I stepped backward, retreating slowly until my back touched the cool tile wall beside the bathroom door. He was achingly close and my body trembled from the proximity. 

"So you've never?" He asked as he continued to inch toward me. He was inches away and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He was shorter than me but wider and more muscular and I knew he could take me if he wanted to. I hadn't noticed how powerful his body was before. I had only noticed his face and his piercing blue eyes. He was just under 6' tall with the big strong arms and broad muscular chest of an avid weight lifter. 

"No," I said softly. I struggled to speak with my mouth dry from nerves and my voice was barely a whisper. 

He reached beside us and locked the door as he moved closer until our bodies touched. "But you want to," he said confidently. His hands moved to my sides and slid under my shirt as he pinned me against the wall. His hands felt hot on my bare flesh and I had to stifle a moan. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, press against my thigh through his pants. 

I nodded slowly, unable to speak from the combination of fear and desire. 

His hands pushed my shirt up and massaged my chest as he ground his hard dick against my leg. My groin tingled as blood rushed to fill my dick. I closed my eyes and surrendered to thoughts and feelings I had never imagined. His lips brushed across my neck and I moaned softly as he trailed kisses up the sensitive skin to my ear. "Say it," he whispered. "Tell me you want to get fucked."

I shook my head and whispered "no." My mind was reeling and my body was on fire. I didn't know what I wanted but I was as turned on as I had ever been with anyone. 

"Don't lie," he said sternly as his hand grabbed my rigid cock through my pants. He squeezed it hard and I groaned with white hot desire. "Your lips say 'no' but your hard throbbing cock says 'yes yes yes'."

He grabbed my thick brown hair with his left hand and pulled my head toward his mouth hard as his hand continued to squeeze and stroke my dick through my pants. His lips met mine and he kissed me deeply and aggressively. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I was surprised at how soft his lips were and I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue inside it. 

"Say it," He commanded as he pushed me to my knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. I stared with my mouth agape at his hard throbbing cock. It was long and thick with a maze of veins and ridges adorning the shaft and a bulbous purple head that glistened with clear precum. I had never seen another mans penis. I had never thought that I would but as I stared at it just inches from my face I had an overwhelming desire to touch it, to lick it, to suck it. 

"Yes," I groaned wantonly, admitting that I wanted his cock inside me. I reached out and grasped his hard cock with both trembling hands. It was alive and hot to the touch. The soft silky skin juxtaposed with the hard granite was incredible. I wanted more. My mouth watered as I opened it wide and slowly approached his cock. My tongue slipped from my mouth and I saw a small clear drop of viscous fluid. It looked delicious. 

"Suck it bitch," he ordered sternly as he grabbed my head and held it firmly.

I licked the precum from the head. It was salty but it didn't taste bad. I liked it and I wanted more. I wrapped my lips around his thick cock and slowly bobbed my head taking him deeper with each stroke. 

He let out a low guttural moan that gave me all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed his firm muscular ass and forced his entire rod down my throat until my nose pressed tightly against the neatly trimmed patch of fur on his pelvis. 

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back to my feet. I felt empty and hollow when his thick cock popped out of my still sucking mouth but I could still taste the salty essence of him. I wrapped my fist around his throbbing shaft and slowly stroked it. My mind was reeling with confusion and raw desire. 

"Pull down your pants," he said firmly. It wasn't an order but it wasn't a request and I quickly dropped them to the floor. 

He turned me around and spat on his hand. He wiped saliva across my tight virgin ass and I moaned softly. I had never had anyone play with my ass and I was surprised at how good it felt. 

"Tell me what you want," he commanded loudly. I knew anyone outside the door could hear him but I was beyond rational thought. 

"I want you to fuck me," I replied honestly. 

He bent me over and pushed one thick finger inside my ass. It felt wicked and hot. I wanted more. His finger slid deep inside me and he wiggled it slowly stroking my prostate. I had never felt anything like it and I knew I would not last long if he kept it up. 

"Do you want more?" He teased. 

"Yes, please give me more," I responded breathlessly. He pushed a second finger inside me. It stretched my ass but didn't hurt and he pumped his two fingers into my ass hard and fast making me pant like a tired dog. 

"Now what do you want?" He chided as he fingered my ass with one hand and stroked his big delicious cock with the other. 

"I want your cock inside me," I moaned loudly. My body was tingling. My mind was spinning. My cock was throbbing. "Please fuck me."

He pulled his fingers from my ass and grabbed my hair pulling me up beside him. He pressed his lips against mine again and kissed me hard. His hard dick thrust between my thighs and mine pressed hard against his taut rippled stomach. 

"Pull your pants up and go get your wife," he said loudly, "and meet me at the front door." He pushed me away and stuffed his stiff prick into his pants as he unlocked the door. He smiled brightly. He was enjoying the control he had over me and I was enjoying it too. I had always had a submissive side and he had picked up on my desire to be pushed, controlled and even humiliated. 

"Yes," I hissed loudly. I scrambled to pull my pants up as he walked from the room in ab obvious hurry. 

I walked back to the bar in a daze. My head was spinning and I was focused on one thing, his big delicious cock. 

"What took you so long?" Carole asked. 

I stammered that I ran into an old friend from college and quickly suggested we go because he was waiting at the door. Carole was confused but she followed me to the door of the bar. 

"I'm Kevin," he said to my wife. "Your husband wants to show you something. We'll take my car."

We followed him to his car, a late model E Class Mercedes, and Carole asked, "what's this about?" I didn't know how to respond so I just shrugged and got into the passenger seat as she climbed in back. Ten minutes later we pulled in front of a large brownstone in a wealthy part of the city. 

Kevin led us inside and Carole grabbed my hand. She held it tightly and I knew she was scared. I squeezed her hand to try and quell her fears but I was honestly as frightened as she. I couldn't explain the power he, a total stranger, had over me but he clearly touched on a primal desire and I was willing to risk everything to do what he wanted. 

Kevin walked up to my wife and whispered in her ear. She nodded slowly and Kevin smiled confidently. Like me, Carole had always been somewhat submissive and Kevin quickly took control. He pulled her away from me and pressed his taut muscular body against her. Their lips met in a soft gentle kiss. 

Carole's eyes closed and she melted against him as he kissed her deeply. Her arms slipped around him and she held him tight, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged. 

I felt a pang of jealousy as they kissed. I had never discussed swinging with my wife but it had long been a fantasy of mine. Despite that I was not especially comfortable with her kissing another man even if his cock had been inside my mouth less than an hour earlier. 

"You want to watch don't you Carole?" He said knowingly and my wife nodded slowly. She was still unsure about what was happening but the drinks and her libido were slowly winning the battle with her rational mind. 

"Sit in that chair and enjoy," he told my wife as he turned to me and ordered me to strip my clothes off. His command left no doubt that he was the alpha man and I quickly pulled my shirt off exposing my athletic torso. I dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor and stood naked before him. My hard dick betrayed my excitement and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement alike as my wife watched me submit to another man. 

"Now undress me," he said firmly. He smiled brightly at the control he brandished as I quickly pulled his clothes off leaving me naked with another nude man in front of my still fully clothed wife. 

"Tell your wife what you want," he said sternly as he gestured toward my pretty wife who sat watching with her mouth agape. Carole had always been a mostly conservative person and I had been frightened about how she would react to seeing me with another man but as I looked at her pretty face I saw excitement and lust mixed with shock that helped ease my concerns. 

"Yes sir," I replied softly before turning to face my sexy wife. 

"Baby, I want his cock. I've never done anything like this before. I never imagined I would want to but I do. I want him to take me in every way and I want you to watch." I felt my cheeks flush as the words tumbled out of my mouth. I watched her face for a sign and when she smiled I sighed with relief. 

"Now show her what you did in the men's room," he said as he pushed me to my knees in front of him. 

I reached out and touched his big hard cock as my lips parted. I looked up at him with pleading eyes and he nodded slowly as my mouth approached his throbbing manhood. 

His cock felt delicious as it sank deep inside my throat. My hands roamed over his body, caressing his hard chiseled body as my head bobbed on his hard dick. 

"Play with my nipples," he said as he guided my hands up his body to his broad, well defined chest. He moaned softly and I forced his shaft down my throat making his moans louder and more insistent. 

Carole watched with wide eyes as I fellated another man. Her hand slipped inside her pants and she idly fingered her wet cunt. 

Kevin's breathing became labored and I sensed he was close to cumming when he grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet forcefully. He pressed his body against mine, his cock sliding between my thighs and rubbing my heavy nut sack as he kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss and moaned into his mouth as his hips thrust against mine in an erotic display of raw animalistic lust. 

I ran my hands up Kevin's back and ground my cock against his taut stomach as we kissed. 

Kevin pushed me back and spun me around in one daft motion. He bent me at the waist over the foot of his bed and spat into his hand. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. I needed it and he knew it. He thrust two fingers into my asshole and pumped them hard into me making me moan and groan with pleasure. 

"Tell your wife what you need," Kevin demanded. He liked humiliating me and he knew I loved it too. 

I looked at my sexy wife. She sat in the corner of the room with her pants unfastened and her legs spread wide as she furiously fingered her soaking wet cunt. Her pretty face was filled with an expression of lust and her eyes were glued to mine. 

"I love you," I moaned to her as Kevin rubbed his slick wet dick across my gaping asshole. 

"Tell her what you want me to do," he said loudly. His tone was firm and I quickly responded. 

"I want him to fuck me," I said softly as my cheeks flushed red with humiliation. 

Kevin pushed the lubricated head of his thick cock against my asshole and it yielded to him as he slowly sank balls deep inside me. I groaned with pleasure and pain as he stretched me wide. The sensation was incredible. He pulled back slowly until the ridge of his bulbous head rested against the inside of my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with long steady strokes as my wife looked on. 

Carole came hard as she watched him fuck my ass and the room filled with her excited pants and moans. I could smell the scent of her arousal and took my excitement to another level. 

Kevin pulled out of my ass and guided me onto my back on the bed. He climbed between my spread legs and rubbed the head of his dick across my asshole as he looked at my excited wife with a confident smirk. 

"Do you want it?" He teased as he rubbed the slick wet head of his cock against my taint making me moan softly with wanton desire

"Yes," I hissed loudly. 

"Beg for it," he teased. He knew I wanted more. 

"Please fuck me," I groaned softly. He smiled and pushed his granite cock back into my depths as he looked into my eyes. I shuddered and moaned as he started to fuck me anew. 

"Stroke your dick," he commanded. He thrust hard and fast into my ass and the room filled with the sound of slapping flesh. My hand was a blur on my cock and I knew I was close to an epic climax. I grunted hard with each powerful thrust of his big cock as waves of pleasure circled outward from my core. 

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned loudly. He held my legs firmly and pounded his dick into my ass.

"Cum for me," he panted as sweat ran down his face and strong muscular chest. 

"Don't stop," I pleaded. I was at the point of no return and I cried out loudly as my dick erupted in a massive orgasm. Copious amounts of hot cum spewed onto my stomach as my body twitched and shook from the ferocity of it. 

"Where do you want it?" Kevin asked. He continued to pound my asshole hard and fast. He was close and I wanted his seed. I wanted to taste it. 

"In my mouth," I panted. 

He pulled his dripping cock from my ass and slid up my body until it was inches from my face. His fist moved quickly over his shaft bringing him to the brink. He pointed his thick dick at my mouth and groaned as he came hard. 

I opened my mouth wide and caught as much of his hot, thick cream in my mouth as I could but several globs painted my face and hair. He groaned like a dying animal as he came hard on my face and mouth. 

Kevin squeezed the last few drops from his spent cock into my hungry mouth and then climbed off my chest leaving me alone and covered in cum as he went to the bathroom to clean up. Carole watched as I scooped the cold cum from my face with my fingers and licked them clean. 

"That was amazing," she cooed, " but next time I want to get fucked too."



Seduced



My name is Shirley and I am 30 years old. I am pretty nice looking, if I may say so, with a sexy body. I like to show off my body by wearing some sexy revealing clothes. My husband Trevor is 29 and he is a real stud. He really knows how to pleasure a woman. We both enjoy our sex life. We are always trying some new positions and new ways to pleasure each other. But we have never tried group sex or threesome.

This incident took place some time ago. I and Trevor were just married. Trevor had to go out of town for a business seminar and he asked me to join him, so that we could enjoy another honeymoon after he finished his seminar which was only for a day. 

We were put up in a good hotel and all our tour expenses were being paid by Trevor's company. We had a long flight and it was late evening by the time we checked in. We both were tired after the long journey but at the same time we were feeling horny. So immediately we undressed each other and started making love. I like the feel of Trevor's hard cock in my mouth and gave him a good blow job and he sucked my clit and licked my pussy bringing me to a pleasurable climax. 

The next day early morning, Trevor reluctantly left for his seminar. After my breakfast I decided to soak up some sun on the pool deck. I chose to wear a bikini in which most of my cleavage was exposed, and the bottom so low-cut that most of my hips and buns were exposed. I chose a central place on the deck so that I could show off my sexy body to most of the folks there. I got admiring looks from most of them, but particularly from a pleasant couple who was seating next to me. The woman was about 35, tall with a lean figure and the man was about 40, well built and attractive. Both of them had well toned and tanned bodies. Eventually they started conversation with me and I told them about Trevor's seminar. Alex and Brenda invited me to their suite for drinks, and I agreed after some persuasion. I promised to meet them after I had had a shower and a change of clothes.

Their suite was two floors above mine. Both Alex and Brenda gave me a warm welcome. I asked for a Coke as I rarely have alcoholic drinks. We were chatting and sipping our drinks. After some time I suddenly felt a bit giddy and my body felt stiff. I told Brenda about my discomfort. She said "It must be the sun, don't you worry dear, I and Alex will give you a good massage and you'll be fine." They made me lie down on the bed and started rubbing my hands and feet gently.

I must have dozed off, for when I came to , I was shocked to find that I was lying on the bed with only my bra and panties. Both Brenda and Alex were still rubbing my body. I was lying face down and both of them were sitting on my either side. They both were rubbing my back gently with some fragrant oil from a jar. Both of them were fully clothed whereas I was almost naked. I was feeling embarrassed, so I pretended to be still asleep.

But now I was feeling refreshed except for a strange warm sensation all over my body .Now their hands were rubbing my hips and my outer thighs. I must admit their gentle massage was slowly arousing me. After some time they flipped me on my back. They were thinking that I was still asleep. They started massaging my neck and slowly moved towards my chest. I was wearing a low cut bra. So most of my big breasts were popping out. They were now applying the oil and rubbing the exposed part of my boobs. This made my nipples erect which they could clearly see through the sheer fabric of my bra. Brenda gently touched my left nipple through my bra and it became larger. Now while Brenda rolled me on one side, Alex unhooked my bra and slowly removed it. Now both my boobs were totally exposed in full glory with fully erect nipples. 

This was very exciting for me as I was being exposed in front of total strangers. Now they both were gently kneading my boobs and my hard nipples, which was making me very hot. And it showed, as I started creaming heavily and a wet spot appeared on my white tight panties. Brenda noticed this and whispered to Alex "she's creaming -- ready for some action." Now Alex moved his hands downwards from my boobs, while Brenda kept on gently rubbing and pinching my nipples. Now Alex's hand was in my panties and touching my pubes. I started moaning softly and moving my hips involuntarily. This was like a signal for him. He immediately removed my panties and brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. "wow she's dripping wet" he said to his wife.

Now I was totally exposed in front of total strangers. This was making me more exited. Alex slowly spread my legs and parted my pussy lips. This exposed my clit which was engorged. Now Brenda was massaging my tummy and navel and this was turning me on more and more. She gently touched my clit and I was on fire. She was rubbing my clit gently between her thumb and fore-finger. I could not stop moving my hips. Alex who was rubbing my pussy lips now inserted his middle finger in my love hole which was very slippery with my love juices. I met his finger with a shove of my hips. He got the cue and he inserted his forefinger along with the middle finger and started moving them faster. While he was finger-fucking me Brenda was pinching and rubbing my clit. Now I was moaning loudly as I was nearing my climax. Alex was moving his fingers very fast and as he sensed my climax he plunged them deeper in my hole and I came with a loud moan. Alex licked his fingers which were dripping with my cum. I was totally exhausted. But all this while I pretended to be asleep.

Now Brenda and Alex who were till now fully clothed started undressing themselves. Now they were fully naked in front of me, while I pretended to be asleep. Alex's cock was fully erect and the head was glistening with pre-cum. Alex started rubbing Brenda's boobs which were smaller than mine but her nipples were longer and bigger than mine. Brenda took hold of Alex's cock. She delicately kissed the head and licked the shaft . With one hand she was caressing his balls. She took his whole cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. She was really giving him a good blow job. After some time Alex removed his cock from Brenda's mouth. He made her kneel on the bed beside me and entered her from behind and started fucking her doggy style. They were positioned in such a way that I could clearly view Alex's cock going in and out of Brenda's unshaved hairy pussy. This was amazing. I suspect that they knew I was wide awake and were purposely giving me a show.

Brenda was positioned in such a way that her face was near my chest. So while she was being fucked she started sucking my nipples and licking my boobs. Now both of them were nearing their climax and started fucking faster and moaning louder. They both came at the same time and Alex emptied his whole load in Brenda's hole which was overflowing. Some of the juices fell on my thigh.

After a few minutes rest they again shifted their attention to me. I was still "asleep". But after viewing the "fucking show ",I was again turned on. While Brenda resumed sucking my nipples, Alex was kissing and licking my pussy. He sucked and licked my clit so skilfully that I was wild with pleasure and was moaning loudly. Finally he fucked me with his tongue. When I came I held his head tightly with both my hands and nearly choked him. The climax was very intense and pleasurable. I was very exhausted and really dozed off.

When I awoke after some time I found that I was fully clothed. So I wondered if I had dreamt the whole episode. I thanked Brenda and Alex for their 'hospitality' and bade them good-bye and went to my room.



Seduced



Tonight I was going to a nightclub and it was going to be a special night. I've been to nightclubs before, and several times to the one I was going to tonight. It wasn't the nightclub that was making the night special. It was the seduction. Tonight I was finally going to be seduced.

How did I know? It was easy. Sean would be at the nightclub and he's always trying it on. Tonight I just wouldn't be fighting him off so determinedly. I would reluctantly let him entice me outside for a bit of smooching. Reluctant, because I'm always a little reluctant, knowing he'd be trying to do more than just kiss me. However, tonight I'd just be a little less convincing when I slapped his hands away and we'd see what developed.

Now some people might think it's a little cold-blooded to go to a night club and deliberately staking out a man to seduce me. I don't think it is. It's the hot blood that has made me finally decide to go that last little step. Really, at nearly nineteen, I'll probably be the last of my group to lose my virginity, and Sean is a nice guy. I was pretty sure he'd take care of me.

I dressed with special care for my night out. The dress had to be just right. It would be pretty hard to get myself seduced if Sean couldn't take proper advantage of me. So a shortish dress, tight, but not too tight, so that it showed off my figure but could be pushed up at the appropriate time. Also, shoe-string straps that could be easily slipped off my shoulders, and a bra-cup built into the dress so I wouldn't need to wear a real bra. I'd spent a couple of weeks finding just the right dress. 

Once in the night club I had a couple of drinks to steady my nerves, but only a couple. I did not want to find myself plastered and not knowing what happened. Then I cruised around, beating off the guys I didn't want, waiting for Sean to make his approach.

Eventually Sean turned up and he made a bee-line for me as soon as he spotted me. I didn't need to place myself strategically, which was what I'd planned. He came in, spotted me, and headed on over. Flattering, and doing my ego no harm whatsoever. 

We chatted and danced for a while, both of us flirting madly. Inevitably Sean suggested that we take it outside for a while. I was hesitant.

"Um, you know how you get when we're alone," I pointed out.

"Hey," he says, lifting his hands defensively, "Just a little bit of kissing and cuddling where it's a bit more private. You know I wouldn't push you into anything."

He kept on sweet talking me, at the same time slowly edging me towards the door. He was smooth. He had me outside almost before I knew it, holding me against him. 

We wandered hand in hand through the car park, heading for a quieter spot where there were no lights. We could see some other couples scattered around, none of us wanting to approach anyone else.

We finished up to one side of the car park where an overhead light had burned out, leaving our immediate area a little darker than it was supposed to be. Sean leaned back against a car, pulling me lightly against him. Then he kissed me.

Sean was a very good kisser. He could make me forget everything but his lips on mine, his ardour burning me. It wasn't until he actually pinched one of my nipples that I realised that he'd eased the shoe-string straps down and effectively bared my breasts.

"Sean," I protested, trying to push his hands away and straighten my top. "You promised to behave."

"No, I didn't," he said with a laugh. "I just promised not to push you into anything."

Ignoring my hands feebly pulling at his he started stroking my breasts. I could feel them swelling under his touch, my nipples hardening and standing out.

"You have beautiful breasts," he whispered. "It would be a crime if I couldn't give them at least one little kiss."

He bent his head, capturing a breast with his mouth, sucking lightly on it. My hands were in his hair, clutching at him, while I made a few feeble protests, protests which he ignored. His head moved across to my other breast, kissing and sucking, and then he lifted his head and started kissing me again.

Even while he kissed me I could feel his hands moving across my breasts. I liked it, liked the rasp of his hands against my sensitive flesh, the way his palms rubbed against my nipples, agitating them, sending little spirals of excitement downwards, starting a fire burning deep inside me.

He was good, I have to admit it. Somehow he dropped a hand away from my breasts and started inching my dress up. He was so smooth that when his hand brushed across the front of my panties I thought he must have put it up my dress, but no, he'd hitched my dress high enough that my panties were on show.

"Hey, I'm only touching a little," he murmured. "We've done this before. There's no harm in a little touching."

True, we had done this much before, but generally with me protesting a whole lot more and trying to push his hand away. Now my protests seemed to lack a certain something, with my hand resting on his rather than pushing it away.

I have to admit I wasn't completely surprised when his hand finally slipped inside my panties and he started stroking my naked flesh. And it was naked, I found. He'd even managed to ease my panties down.

"Sean," I protested again. "You shouldn't be doing that."

"Relax, sweetheart, relax," he crooned. "I'm just petting you a little. It feels good, doesn't it?"

It did. Real good, but I wasn't going to admit it. I just stared at him with my eyes wide, trying to look reluctant and nervous. There again, I don't suppose I had to try too hard to look nervous. Things were going as expected, and that was making me nervous in itself.

"Listen, why don't you touch me a little? Appreciate the differences."

He eased my hand over to the front of his trousers and my hand closed over his cock. It was out and ready to play, long and hard and hot. 

"Oh my god, I can't do this," I muttered. "How can you ask me to do this?"

At the same time I closed my hand over him quite firmly, feeling him, getting to know what an erection really felt like. I'd had brushes with cocks before, including Sean's, but I'd never really taken the time to examine one. Now my hand was travelling up and down the length of it, thrilling at the way Sean hissed when I rolled my hand over the end of it. I did that again, feeling him almost cringe, biting my tongue to make sure I didn't giggle.

"Oh, it's damp," I protested. "Why's your, um, thing, damp?"

There was a touch of liquid on the end of his cock. I could feel it smearing over the head of it when my hand ran across it.

For answer, a finger slipped inside me, and I gave a startled yelp.

"You're wet here, love," crooned Sean. "That's because your passage is expecting a visitor and wants to ease its passage. It's the same with my cock. The moisture is just to help dampen it so it slides in more easily when I put it here."

With that comment he drew his cock away from my hot little hand and pressed it against me. I could feel it pressing against my lips and it felt huge. 

"Ah, Sean, what are you doing?" I asked. "I don't think you should be doing that."

"Just relax," he murmured. "Breathe slowly and let it flow. It's all perfectly natural. Everyone does it."

"Oh my god," I gasped, feeling him starting to push into me. "You're trying to fuck me. Sean, what are you doing?"

"Just pressing in a little way," he assured me. "You'll find it doesn't hurt. Just getting you acquainted with what might happen in future." 

God, what a liar he was. He was going to ram that thing home and we both knew it, even if we weren't admitting it.

"Just a little, promise?" I asked him, listening to him lie that of course it would be just a little.

It had only just started going in, the head of it still easing my lips apart. If I believed Sean, that was as far as it would go. IF I believed him. Ha! I might be a little naïve but I'm not stupid.

He pushed in a little further, and then I felt him give a sudden jerk. I gave a small yowl. That had hurt. 

"Oh my god, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I slipped. Does it hurt? Listen, just try and relax and I'll see if I can stop it hurting."

I made protesting noises, but not very loud ones. Yes, it had hurt, but I knew why, and now it didn't. I could feel him pushing along my passage and it felt good. He didn't stop until he was right inside me.

"You said just a little," I pointed out.

"Yes, but that was before I hurt you," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "After that I had to put it in deeper to ease the pain away."

Wasn't that considerate of him? It wasn't that he wanted to fuck me; just that he felt it was his duty. Are all men so self-sacrificing? 

Now that he accidentally found himself in me Sean decided to make the best of it. Fortunately, he knew what to do from this point on. I only had a vague idea plus porn examples. He started taking me properly; pulling back and pushing firmly back in. I knew enough that I was able to start pushing against him to meet him.

It felt good, and I groaned softly with pleasure. Then it was feeling even better, and my appreciation was even louder and more enthusiastic. Then it was feeling wonderful, and Sean was kissing me, his hands roaming over my breasts, his cock plunging into me, time after time, while I was groaning deep in my throat and pushing hard against him wanting him to come deeper with every thrust.

I couldn't help wondering why it had taken me this long to take this step. Not that I was wondering very hard. That would have required thought and thought would have taken me away from the wonderful world of feeling. 

Sean's cock was sliding in and out of me at an ever increasing rate. I could feel it, and I treasured that feeling. It trailed excitement behind it as it approached, leaving that excitement inside me when it retreated. Everything was building up and I just knew I was going to climax and that very soon.

Sean was moving faster, with a new urgency to him. I knew why and pressed eagerly against him, feeling the pressures building. Then it was a case of wow, heaven help me, what's happening to me, and I climaxed, clinging to Sean and shaking like a leave in a high breeze.

I felt Sean pulling out and managed to look up at him. He was looking smugly satisfied. Fair enough, I guess. I was feeling very much that way myself.

"Oh, wow," I said softly. "Is it always like that?"

"Generally, if you have a good partner. You'll be able to find out for yourself quite soon," Sean told me. I assumed that meant he wanted to see me again.

"Come here a moment," he said, turning me towards the front of the car we'd been leaning against. "Just lean forward across the front of this car for a moment."

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

Sean was pressing me forward and I found I was bending over, leaning against the car. 

"Just stay like this for a moment," Sean told me. He was standing next to me, hands holding my wrists, keeping me pinned against the car.

"Sean?" I said, confused. 

My confusion came to a sudden halt. I hadn't straightened my clothes yet. My dress was still up around my waist and my panties down around my knees. Even my breasts were still uncovered.

I felt Sean's cock brushing against my lips. Then it pressed forward and I opened my eyes with surprise, pushing back hard to meet his thrust. He slid all the way in with one long thrust.

It felt good and it felt different. I assumed it felt different because of the different angle he was on.

I was pushing hard to meet this new assault when alarm bells started to ring. For Sean to be taking me again so soon he needed two things; a very quick recovery period and a cock several feet long. The reason he required such a long cock was because he was standing to the side of me. 

I looked at Sean and then twisted my head to try to look behind me. 

"What? Who?" I stammered.

"You know Mike, don't you?" Sean said calmly. "We agreed that he could show you what it's like to be taken from behind."

Oh my god. This I hadn't counted on. I tried to object, honest I did. The trouble was that every time I opened my mouth I'd say, "Ah," or something similar. Mike was doing diabolical things to me with his chosen weapon. 

I wasn't helping my own cause either. Every time Mike thrust into me I was lifting my bottom and pushing hard to meet him. When he reached around to capture my breasts I found myself pressing them into his hands. My god, I was turning into a slut right in front of my own eyes. I couldn't believe it.

Mike's thrusting cock very quickly reduced me to a bundle of nerves that were going, "ah, ah, ah," in a continuous stream of grunts, one for every thrust. Oh god, I'd already been aroused by Sean and now Mike was taking shameful advantage of that fact. He was banging in right lustily, and all I could do was let him. 

I don't think he lasted as long as Sean did, but there again, Sean started off a lot more slowly to let me get used to what was going on. Mike went full throttle right from the start. 

I was going to climax again. I didn't have the faintest doubt. I was just slightly surprised I hadn't already climaxed. Mike was winding up for a big finish, I could feel it. Then he was banging in madly and the world exploded around me again, fire tearing through me, all my nerves burning at once. 

Mike faded out of the scene and Sean was there, helping me get my clothes in order.

I finally managed to get my thoughts in order and glared at Sean.

"What the hell?" I asked him.

"It was for your own good, baby," he told me, looking at me with sincerity oozing out of him.

"My own good?"

"Of course. I knew you were a virgin and virgins don't often climax on the first try. It leaves them dissatisfied with sex and hating the boyfriend who put them through that nasty ordeal. I thought that when I finished, Mike would be able to come along and continue where I left off, lifting you over the hump so you'd get your climax. 

Mind you, I was thrilled that you managed to climax when I initiated you. It made me feel you were someone special."

How do answer something like that? I was just lost for words, too bemused to come up with anything. I needed a drink. So I went back into the nightclub and got one.

I think I can claim my mission for the night was a success.



Seduced: A New Experience



So there I was; naked, blindfolded, and tied loosely to the four legs of a waist-high chair. Matt would be home any minute from the store, he had only gone to grab a few snacks for watching a movie. I’m sure he thought it odd that I hadn’t accompanied him, but I was fairly sure he would never guess my reasoning. In the short time that he was gone I changed the movie to be a DVD of one of his favorite musicians, Annie Lennox. Next, I undressed and placed the chair in the center of the room and loosely attached my ankles using a few handkerchiefs I had bought earlier in preparation. After blindfolding myself, the tricky part had been tying my hands at the other end. The first wasn’t too difficult, but the second wasn’t a very good tie at all considering I only had that hand to tie it and not a lot of time. Then I could hear Matt coming up the stairs to the apartment.

My muscles were in a constant state of tension as I heard the footsteps getting closer to the door. I could feel my dick getting hard just from the thought of what could happen. I heard him stop at the door to read the note I had placed there. It read: “There is to be no talking. No questions. No afterword. No backing out J. Enjoy.” The tingling in my balls was contrasting to the butterflies in my stomach as I thought over again what I hoped would happen there that night. The door clicked for what seemed eternity as Matt opened the door cautiously. I heard a strange shuffle, which sounded like him almost dropping the snacks in the doorway when he saw me there.

Somehow I knew my note wouldn’t be enough to stop him from saying anything at all, but to my amazement he said only one word: “whoa.” I tried ever so hard to slow my breathing, but it was no use at this point. My body was already aching for pleasure. In a minute, light fluffs of sound came from clothing dropping to the floor. My plan had succeeded. Matt was seduced.

With no sight due to the blindfold, it seemed as if my other senses had been heightened greatly. I could hear with detail each breath in and out of Matt’s chest. I think he was having a hard time trying not to talk, because normally he’s fairly outspoken. Matt’s breath seemed to come just as fast as my own, if not faster. A chill ran through my body as his warm hand touched down lightly on my back. I love getting chills, and this one seemed exquisite.

It took a lot of concentration simply to get my body to relax when the warmth of his member touched my ass cheeks. One hand slid to my hip as the other grasped my cheek firmly and pulled it to one side. On the floor next to the chair I had laid out a few items for lubrication, since I wasn’t quite sure what he normally used with other guys. See, this was the first time I had ever actually gone through with something like this. I shivered once more as I felt a cold droplet land in the crease of my ass. Soon I could smell the vanilla aroma of the lotion.

Matt moved very slowly and deliberately, rubbing the lotion all over my entire rear. I’m sure it must have been shiny as hell, had there been much light. And then the moment I had waited for. The head of his cock pressed up against my tight hole and he held it there for a few moments. I could almost feel it pulsating against the sensitive ring of my skin. Then with a practiced, slow movement, the head was pressed into my awaiting ass. I let out an audible sigh as I struggled to remain calm and relaxed to ease his entry. The slick lotion made a soft slurping noise as he continued forward in the silence. When I could feel the mushroom head of his dick pass my sphincter, he stopped for a second for me to get used to the stretching.

A few more inches he penetrated then, again stopping for my sake. When he began to back out slowly, all I could think was “No! Don’t stop!” He did stop. Just at the point that his tip was all that was left within. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next, though. Suddenly, with a rush of pain and pleasure, his entire seven inches was engulfed in my hole. I felt a slap of his balls against the underside of my own. A small yelp escaped my lips as a pure reaction to the new sensations that coursed throughout my body. Matt must have liked the sound of it, because he seemed to take it as his cue for more.

Extracting almost all of himself once again, his meat was again thrust heartily into me, and again I groaned a little. Although there was a bit of pain, I loved the feeling of being almost completely helpless and used like this. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to have him climax deep within me. “Uggh!” His cock was buried again to the hilt. Blindfolded, the smells of sex and sweat began to invade my nostrils, turning me on even more. The sound of skin slapping skin, along with the *Schuck! Of the lotion being slid in and out was music to my ears.

As best I could, I began to push back as Matt kept his steady rhythm. I wanted it harder, faster, and deeper. I wanted to take myself to the limits of my own breaking points. Matt reached down and put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, pulling my into him as he sped up his thrusts. My own testicles seemed pulled taut to my body from the pressure within.

Perspiration now covered my skin, and I could feel that his hands were also sweaty gripping me. His hand on my shoulder pulled back and I felt him again slow his pace. When he stopped, I wanted to yell at him to continue, but I soon found out why he did. Using his free hand to guide himself, he pulled completely out of my ass, and then slid all the way back in again. The sensation was amazing as my sphincter tried to accommodate and shrink as he left, and then was opened wide once again. After only a few thrusts, I couldn’t even feel the muscle attempt to contract, as it gaped widely for him to see. It was then that I again felt his second hand upon my hips, as it was no longer needed to guide into my now gaping hole.

I felt very slutty to have an asshole that needed no guidance then, and loved every moment of it. I was being completely used for his pleasure. I heard him breathing heavily as he picked up his pace once more. I knew it wouldn’t be long before his climax, and I once again thrust my hips backwards at him. Digging into my skin, his hands held on even tighter as he approached the point of no return. I felt him swell within me, and pushed back to let him know I wanted his cum inside of me. Matt’s grip tightened even more, if that was possible, and a grunt through gritted teeth escaped his mouth as he buried his meat deeply and completely into my tender ass. A warm rush of fluid blasted my insides as a gush of blood flowed out of my hands and feet and into my own prick. I hadn’t even known it was possible, but without myself or Matt ever touching it, I exploded from the sensations I was feeling. My own cum shot right onto my chest while I faced down, the force was amazing to me. My ass tried to clench down with the orgasm but it had nothing left after the pounding it had just taken. Both of our orgasms seemed to last a while, and Matt collapsed over onto my back, dick still embedded within. When he extracted himself very slowly, I sighed and simply let myself fall sideways to the floor limp so that I could rest, still attached to the chair.

When I awoke I found that I was no longer tied to the chair, but my blindfold remained. Matt’s arm was draped over me, his naked form spooned next to mine. I must have really been tired after that jaunt because I hadn’t noticed when the restraints were removed, or when the semen was licked from my chest. I could tell that Matt was still sleeping like a stone as I slid out from under his arm. I was about to get my things and leave, thinking that my scheme had worked, I’d had my fun, and it was time to split. I then thought of one other thing. While I was already in the position to, why not try one other thing that I’d always been curious of?

With a slight shove I rolled Matt over onto his back, still very asleep. Then very lightly I licked his limp member. I thought, “Well that figures, it tastes like skin. What a revelation.” Looking at it now, flaccid, there was probably only 4 or 5 inches to it, and I was pretty sure I could get it all in my mouth if I wanted to. Well, my curiosity of course got the best of me and I had to try. I found that for some reason I enjoyed the challenge of seeing just how much I could handle.

Matt’s dick began to slightly twitch and grow as I played lightly with it, giving me more and more of a challenge to work with. Soon I didn’t even think twice about waking him, I simply wanted to get my lips around his growing cock! I couldn’t believe the things that were going through my head. After a short time I was building a rhythm for myself sliding up and down his shaft with my lips, caressing the pole with my tongue as I went. At full attention now, I couldn’t manage to get nearly all of it in my mouth, and I had no previous experience in relaxing my throat muscles. Everything was a new experience, and therefore very exciting to me.

I grasped the base of his cock and started to really go at it bobbing my head. It was almost impulsive to me, having been on the receiving end of these before, I knew what should feel good. Suddenly, I felt two hands grab my hair fiercely and hold me down on the shaft. Through my lips I felt it pulsate and I knew what was coming. I braced myself, and simply let it flow as Matt sprayed his juice into my awaiting mouth. By instinct, because I knew there was no pulling off, I simply swallowed what was given to me, lost in the ecstasy of someone gripping tightly on my hair.

When he was done and had let go of my hair, Matt simply smiled at me and laid back again on the floor. I gathered my things and headed to the door. On my way out I only said “What happened here never leaves here.” 

His reply was a simple “Thanks.”



Seduced Against Her Will



Sally and I had been close friends and both of knew we could have been more. But our timing was never quite right. When we met, I was her teacher. I should explain, she and I were graduate students at the same time. She was working on her masters, me my PhD. I taught a Logic class and she needed the credit. I remember being surprised to see her in the grad-student office leaning over my office-mates desk and straightening her block stocking with her skirt hiked up nearly halfway up her ass. She had a tight body, fiery shoulder length red hair. She had alabaster skin and emerald green eyes. I tried to remember that she was one of my students and to keep it in my pants as it were.

When I discovered she was visiting my office mate, who she had dated briefly, I was a little relieved. I discovered that she was another grad-student, and I penciled her into the 'could be' list in my mind, once the class was over, that is. I still had some morals. 

She did pretty well in the class, and in the meantime we developed a pretty good friendship. But a semester is a pretty long time to go without a date, so I was still looking around during that time. So was she. We may no official plans after all, that in itself would have been an ethics violation. So when the semester finally came to an end, we were both in relationships.

We remained friends and over the course of the next few years we both drifted into an out of relationships, but never once in that time we were both available in the same time. We still flirted and spent enough time together that both sets of significant others would complain, and our mutual friends would raise their eyebrows and wonder when we would finally get together. 

We never did. We were best friends, confidants, and partners in a hundred and one things. We studied together, went drinking together, worked out together, and were there for each other when needed. Each of these things had, for me at least, some erotic content. I am a sucker for a smart witty woman, and Sally was smart. She could trade barbs with the best of them. She also seemed to respect my intellect, she seek out my advice or opinion and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. We would speak so candidly with each other, describing romantic and sexual pasts that the temperature would rise just from our words. Our physical relationship consisted of dancing and exercise. We both loathed the gym, but would drag each other to it for our own good. She hardly looked like she needed it. When I would spot her at the weight bench, he shirt soaking with sweat, her chest heaving with the effort, it was difficult for my fantasies to stay just fantasies. She would kneel on my feet when it was my turn to do sit ups, Leaning over me like that, I could see down her top to her small but firm breasts. I know she knew I could see them. In fact she would joke about it, egging me on to do more sit-ups just for the free show. I was glad my baggy sweat pants would hide any erection I would get. Half the time we wouldn't end up at the gym though, one of us would drag the other out for ice-cream, a beer or some other treat. We'd indulge in these temptations, in every temptation except he one we desperately wanted to. Still, doing so was like carrying on a clandestine affair. We felt dirty and sneaky dodging the gym and heading to our favorite bar instead. 

When we went out drinking, she would smoke and drink like a champ. She could out drink me, but not without loosening her tongue. She would talk dirty, pine for her lack of sex and dance seductively. We both felt strongly against infidelity, and yet we both cheated on our respectively partners, just with other people. It was like we could not cheat on them with each other, because then our relationship would be one of cheating. And that wouldn't happen, or so I thought. We came fairly close. We'd lie next to each and nap, we'd hold hands as we toured the galleries up north. We'd give other gentle massages when we were studying too hard. But whatever it was, something stood in our way. Either our existing relationships or the elephant in the room. 

We had one significant difference that helped keep things from ever developing. She was a devout catholic, me an atheist. She went far to convert me from a Capital 'A' Atheist, one who actively sought to dissuade or ridicule others who had belief, to a just plain atheist, one who didn't believe. It was refreshing to find a religious person who could articulate her beliefs well, and who had little interest in converting me. We would joke about me going to hell, or her participation in a mythic cult. It was part of our flirtation, something that gave fire to our debates and our verbal fencing. But it also served as a permanent roadblock to a long term relationship. She wanted to marry another catholic, or barring that, another christian who could, in good faith (no pun intended) raise her children in the religion. I wanted nothing to do with religion, but I will tell, I came this close to converting, if only to have her. We talked about how important that was. And I knew, I could not lie to my trusted friend, my love, about something so central to her. I was both saddened and frustrated by this, but managed to look on the bright side of things, I had a wonderful friend, and that much at least was something we could do with complete honesty. 

Eventually she got her masters and headed off to the east coast to get a doctorate. I was not thrilled at losing my best friend, though we both made promises to stay in touch. I had been in a relationship for two years, it was okay, but not what I wanted forever. She was too negative, too self interested and too critical to be someone I would consider marrying, and having children with, but in the desert of our university, she was better than nothing. I was contemplating ending it, but with no one else to replace her, it seemed pointless. In retrospect I would've broken off with her long before, But I was not a good one at that. I didn't like making people unhappy, except myself. In any case, there was no hope for something with Sally since she was leaving so soon. 

Sally was getting ready drive out east, and looking about how to do it. She surprised me one day by asking me if I would drive out with her and then fly back. I had considered heading out there anyway, since I had a relative diagnosed with cancer that I wanted to visit. We made the plans to drive out there nice and slowly. We would leave the same day as the moving truck, and take ten days to make the journey. 

The nights before the trip I could think of little else. I considered breaking up with my girlfriend, and staying with Sally out east. But that would also mean throwing away years of graduate work. I fantasized about the two of us hooking up somewhere along the way, just for the trip, just to see what we were missing, But it seemed so shallow and dirty. Remember she was my best friend, my close confident, the woman I secretly love, I couldn't have a tawdry affair with her, and I knew she would not with me. She knew our friendship was too valuable, and that if she shared any of my feelings it would only lead to one of us to compromise our values. I was of two minds. One side of me was plotting various scenarios that led to our getting together. The other was trying to figure a strategy to prevent myself from sayings or doing something stupid that might end our friendship on a sour note. 

The trip came and started off smoothly. We drove through the desert for miles and miles. We sang along with the car stereo, we played the role of newlyweds on a great journey, since everywhere we went people assumed we were a couple. I enjoyed this time alone with her, and spent a god part of it just watching her. When she drove, I would pretend to be asleep, but crack one eye open. I probably memorized her form from that angle. Her long smooth legs, the shape of her elbow. Her beautiful green eyes, the way her hair would fall and rise with the bumps of the road. I could see her shorts get pushed up her legs as she leaned back when she drove. I could make out her white bra through the gap in her tank top. The curves of her breasts were hidden for the most part, but would appear every now and then when she would yawn and stretch unconsciously. 

When I drove she seemed to sleep soundly and I would fantasize about dropping a hand to her sleeping body. I would imagine running my hands along those sexy legs, or to run my fingers through her red hair. I could see the swell of her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing as she slept. She might turn in her seat and expose her cleavage to me. It would be difficult in those cases to keep my eyes on the road and my hands off of either her or myself. 

We drove the length of Texas, stopping only in San Antonio for a night of Salsa dancing and margaritas, and a morning of hangovers and more driving. By nightfall the next day we made it to New Orleans. We planned on staying there a couple of nights. Sally had a friend there we could visit with, and we thought we needed a longer stop to rest ourselves, and enjoy the big easy. We got a room with two beds out on Magnolia street and thought we'd go see the town. Poor Sally though felt sick, her hangover turned into a stomach flu or something. She was also grumpy because that night was her birthday. We decided to rest in our room for a few hours and then see if she was able to east some dinner. Just in case, I made reservations at an expensive restaurant well beyond our means. She objected, but I said it would be her birthday present. 

By eight o'clock she was hungry (having not eaten all day) though she still felt a little off. Still we put on our best cloths to go out. For me, that was a pair of dockers, and button up shirt. For Sally it was a dark green cocktail dress, you know the kind. It went to mid-thigh, but had a tendency to ride up whenever she sat down. It had spaghetti straps and low cut bust line. I whistled at her when she stepped out of the bathroom. She gave me a dismissive look, clearly she did not feel as good as she looked. 

We went to the French Quarter and had a light but tasty meal, we also had a cocktail before dinner, and shared a bottle of wine through dinner. We were a bit sauced and she felt like she wanted to go home. I suggested a walk around the block to clear our heads before retiring and she agreed. We got halfway round the block when we heard the familiar notes of "Mustang Sally" playing loudly out a club. 

"Come on" I said, dragging her inside. "it is a sign!" 

She put up a little resistance, but soon we were inside dancing and singing along. More drinks followed, more dancing and before we knew it, it was 3 am. We had a great time, and impressed the crowd with our swing dancing skills and Sally's tireless showmanship. Whatever vestiges of illness she had seemed gone. But exhaustion seems to be catching up. After one long dance, we ended up holding each other close, and I looked into her eyes and suddenly pulled her close kissing her deeply on the mouth. She was surprised and confused. She struggled for a moment then let herself accept my kiss. We kissed for a few seconds in the middle of the dance floor to the hoots and hollers of the crowd around us. The rather abruptly she, pulled away and broke our embrace. We took a breather and finished our drinks, talked to a couple sitting next to us, and then decided to head back to our hotel. I could tell she was apprehensive. I tried to make light of the whole thing and let her put it into the context of our dancing. 

"That was a blast!" I said as we boarded the trolley that went to our hotel. 

"Yeah, but I wasn't expecting a kiss." she said as we piled onto the bench seating close to each other. She edged away slightly and looked serious. 

"Sorry about that, I got caught up in the moment." I offered keeping my distance. 

"Well, its okay, as long as you don't think it meant anything." She offered then added "and it doesn't happen again." 

I feigned looking a very insulted, though inside I truly hurt. 'Was it that bad?" I mocked complained.

"No, not bad, its just. Listen, we've been through this, right? I'm going to to grad-school, you're staying in your program. Not to mention you are seeing someone." She added. 

"Okay... sorry." I replied. "I guess I am a little drunk." Which was true, but it wasn't my reason. I would've kissed stone sober. And though I could feel the alcohol, I knew what I was doing. 

"That's okay, you know it wasn't too bad. Now I guess I can see what all those other girls saw in you." She said flirtatiously. 

I scooted a little closer to her and gave her a gentle hug. She pulled my closer and held me tightly.

"I am going to miss you..." I started sullenly.

"No! We are not going to talk about that." She said sternly. "This is supposed to be fun. It is not a funeral. Beside we are still going to be friends, just not in the same place. It happens." She finished angrily.

"Alright, alright." I said. "You know, I love you, and you will never be out of my life." I said half seriously. 

"yeah yeah I love you too" she said, though she probably meant it in a different way. 

We snuggled in close and I could finally smell her hair, and her body. All the dancing had gotten her sweaty and warm. It smelled so good I just wanted to bite into her right there on the trolley. Eventually we made it back to our stop, and stumbling off the trolley we made our way down the tree lined avenue. She needed my support, and I probably needed hers so we awkwardly made our way giggling to the hotel. We made it into the lobby and caught the elevator. Alone inside the confined space I stood a little too close to her, looking into her eyes. I must have been leering at her because she looked away blushing and then gave me a little push. 

"Stop it." she protested with a laugh. 

"Stop what? "I said, leaning on my arm which was planted on the wall of the elevator just touching her shoulder. 

"Stop looking at me like that." She replied.

"Like what?" I said innocently.

"All sexy like that." She complained. 

"Oh now I am sexy huh?"

"I never said you weren't sexy. But we said." She squirmed in the confined space.

"Sally, I haven't kissed you again. Have I?" 

"No, but you're so close," her voice got a little weaker "and I must look awful." 

"You are radiant" I replied. She blushed again.

She was trapped between the side of the elevator and my arm and she started to look like she was searching for an escape. The she turned back, facing me, but looking up and away from me. She was blushing even more.

"If I let you kiss me again, will you let me go?" She asked.

"I thought we weren't supposed to do that." I replied. 

"Come on." She asked more urgently.

"Okay, since you begged. "I joked.

She stood on her tip toes to give me a little peck. I let her kiss touch me lips but I didn't respond at all to it. At least I didn't respond in a way she could easily detect. She increased the pressure and then released looking a little hurt by my lack of cooperation. I dropped my arm to let her move away, but she stood there looking confused.

She was about to say something, when the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. 

We exited the elevator and made for our room silently. She went straight to the bathroom, I kicked off my shoes and went to turn the air conditioning up. It wasn't working very well, and we'd had several power outages, so the room was sweltering. 

"It is really hot in here, and the AC looks shot." I called out. 

"Wonderful." She said. 

"I'll get some ice." I replied and left the room in my stocking feet. When I returned she had changed from her dress to her pajamas. They were not intended to be sexy, full pants, a button shirt, in a plain cotton print. But she looked gorgeous to me. And I noticed she had cleaned up a little, and reapplied her makeup rather than remove it. The top two buttons of her pajamas were undone and she had her hair up in a ponytale. She sat on the edge of her bed using a magazine as a makeshift fan. 

I put the ice bucket down and unwrapped two plastic glasses. I filled them with ice and then added water. I handed one to her, and she immediately dug into the glass, rescued an icecube and rubbed it on her neck and the top of her chest. Her skin seemed to change colors slightly when she did so. 

I took a swig from my glass and sat down opposite her on my bed. I unbuttoned the top couple of buttons from my shirt and pulled off my socks. Without another thought I pulled my pants off and threw them across the room to my suitcase. I was in my boxer briefs. and a half open shirt now. 

She tried to look nonchalant. She had seen me in less before, swimming or changing. But she seemed a little more troubled now. 

"Do you have to sit there in those?" She complained averting her eyes.

"Sally, it is so hot in here. What do you want me to do?" I responded.

"Oh fine, never mind." She finished and then she took a long drink from the glass, tipping it high and draining its contents. Some of the water missed her mouth and cascaded down onto her light cotton pajama top drenching it in places. She tried to catch it but ended up with water soaking her top just on her collar and her breasts. It was lcear that she was not wearing a bra as her flesh was soon visible through the cotton. Her nipples poked through the wet and now transparent fabric. I felt a stirring in my underwear. She looked a little self conscious but the cool air must of felt good, because she grunted with pleasure and waved some more air in her direction. This of course caused her nipples to grow even more. Soon they were making little tents of the wet fabric. I couldn't look away. I was mesmerized by them and the effect the cold water had on her. She caught herself and looked at me looking at her. 

"Hello.." she said sarcastically. "Had a good enough look there hot shot?" She said laughing. Then seeing the bulge growing in my underwear, she smiled a bit. "Oh I guess so, if that has any say in the matter."

Now it was my turn to blush. I tried to turn so my erection would be hidden by my shirt or legs, and only succeeding and freeing it up a little so it pushed against the cloth of briefs and made a little tent. 

"Not still angry at me I guess." She said smiling at me but merciful moving her gaze from my crotch. 

"I wasn't angry." I said calmly pulling my shirt over my erection and moving further away up the bed. 

"Then why didn't you kiss me?" She asked sincerely.

"I thought you didn't want me to kiss you." I replied. "You said.."

"I know what I said, but on the elevator you were looking like you wanted it."

"I did... I do. But I am not going to play games with you." I replied. "I want you to want it."

"Gary," she said looking. "this can't work. I am leaving, you are involved."

"So you don't want it?" I asked. 

"That's not important." She looked away.

"So you do!" I moved a little closer.

"No. I don't want to get involved with you, and then have to say goodbye. I don't want to be the other woman. I don't want to be the one who wonders where you are." She started to cry a little.

I moved to her bed and sat behind her, I gently held her shoulders in as non sexual away as I could. 

"Hey, hey" I said soothingly, "It's okay, don't worry about it. We don't have to do anything?" I gave her a little squeeze.

She turned in my arms but made no motion to push me away. 

"I didn't want this to happen. We were just supposed to have a nice week and then move on. See each other one a decade, share baby photos and christmas cards. You screwed everything up." She was still on he verge of sobbing.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had this so planned out." I replied. 




Seduced Against Her Will



She twisted to get a little space between us and as she did her leg crossed mine grazing my hardened member. She had a look of embarrassment as she recognized what she had done. 

"Sorry" she said, moving her leg a little away from my growing erection. I tried to pull back a little to give her more space. The heat of the room was beginning to get to me, and the heat of our bodies was rising as well. Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She reached up my leg and gently rubbed my sore cock. She let her hand caress it one time, then she yanked it away. 

I was agog. My mouth hung open and my penis began to throb.

"You!" She snarled angrily. "Now you go and do that!" 

"Me?!" I cried out. "Hey I am not the one who did that." I protested.

"You've done all of this!" She cried "you are trying to make it impossible for me resist. You are trying to seduce me, and I won't have it." She pouted.

I burst out laughing and turned to put my feet on the floor. We were now sitting side by side. She started to laugh as well then hit me in the shoulder. 

"Quit it." She yelled "This is not funny" She said beating me softly with her fist.

I turned and grabbed her fist mid punch and held it with one hand. She was a little off balance, and looked a little surprised by this. Her expression turned to fear as I began to draw her to me by her fist. She started to voice a 'no' but I caught her words mid-breath with a kiss. She struggled for a second but I didn't let up. I pressed her body to me and pulled at her lips with mine. 

She struggled for a second or two then seemed to give up. The strength in her arm left her and I let it go. She reached for my neck and clung to me as we kissed passionately. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and rubbed her back with one hand. She ran her nails down my neck with one hand and gripped my thigh with her other. She moved over to me and was soon straddling me. We were kissing frantically and breathing heavy. I let my hands roam up and down her back. I pulled at her pajamas and reached cupped her firm buttocks. She inched up my body and had two hands on my neck and face. We lost our balance and fell to her bed. She pushed my down and pulled at the shirt I was wearing. The buttons flew from my best shirt, but I could barely recognize that. I fumbled with her shirt and since it was oversized I was able to pull it off her, over her head, without unbuttoning the wet shirt. Her breasts bounced free and she arched her back slightly. I ran my hands up her body and cupped those marvelous brests in my hands. My fingers tightened on her pert nipples. This elicited a soft moan. She reached for the band on my underwear and started to pull it downwards. There wasn't much room from where she was sitting atop me, but she managed to drag them down enough for my fully erect cock to spring into the air. She had a hungry look on her face as she did. 

"I've heard about this." She cooed, "now I know what they were talking about." She said with wide eyes. I had seen several women that Sally knew, but I didn't know which one would've shared so intimate a detail with her. In any event she did not seem disappointed. 

She dismounted from atop my legs and pulled my underwear clear off my body, throwing them across the room somewhere. Then she dropped to her knees on the floor. She reached across the bed and grabbed my dick in one hand and started to stroke it up and down. 

"Well so much for my plans." She laughed to herself as she pulled on my engorged member. "Might as well make the most of this." She said continuing with her ministrations. 

I wasn't about to complain, no matter how unflattering her speech was, so long as she didn't let go. She played with my thing for a few more seconds, stripped off her own pants, then got back up and straddled me again. This time, my cock was inches from her well trimmed red bush. She inched forward a slowly, with a look of some apprehension, all the while her gaze was locked on my cock. I reached for her hips and helped ease her forward. She slid up the length of my cock. Her wetness coating me as each inch of my hard shaft rubbed against her clitoris and vulva. When she reached the tip she rose up a little, my cock tilted like a jouster's lance and lined up with her entrance. She reached a point where she was perpendicular to my legs then slowly, achingly she started downward. It was so tight she grimaced slightly as her lips were parted to let me into her. She stopped halfway down to rest and gather her strength, then she pushed downward until she had gotten me all inside her. We just stayed in that position for a moment. It seemed like and eternity. Finally, slowly she began to rock back and forth and up and down on my cock. The feeling was amazing. I was still amazed that I was there inside her. Such thoughts soon left my mind as the pleasure began to build. I didn't want this to go quick, I wasn't really sure it was happening and I wanted it to last. 

We increased the speed of our movements. She was like a lioness, her nails were digging into my chest, her legs were moving her hips in a steady motion. I gripped her ass and held on for the ride. She had her eyes closed and she was biting her lips, presumably to keep quiet. It was almost as though she herself did not want to admit what we were doing. But she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it. I started to pump back with my hips and legs. Soon the old bed was creaking and moaning under our weight. She started to moan in rhythm with our movements.

It is hard to describe the feelings. We were a perfect match. My cock seemed to be in contact with her at every point along its surface. She seemed to respond to every movement with the perfect counter movement.It was as though we didn't have to do anything to make our love perfect. My hands, and legs, and mouth seemed to move of their own will. And whenever they did, they met with some part of her soft flesh: her round buttocks, her firm breasts, her soft lips, or flittering eye lids. I touched her, and simultaneously felt the reciprocal touch. It was as though I couldn't focus on her, I couldn't relax and accept her ministrations. We were both in action as one organism. 

We fucked like this for some time. My legs ached, my cock was throbbing inside her. She was getting languid with her movements. The room was sticky hot and smelled of sex. The bedding was disheveled and tossed over the side. I was lying in a pool of sweat. When I didn't think I could last any longer, she slowed down, she seemed exhausted. She breathed hard and fell onto my shoulder, my cock still in her. Her mouth kissed my skin, and then whispered into my ear.

"How can you do that? Why won't you cum?"

"What do you mean, I've barely done anything." I panted, my cocked still pumping inside her without her help. 

She pulled off of me with a sigh. As she did, we both whimpered from the sensation. She rolled over and pulled herself up on her knees. I pulled myself up and moved behind her. It was an inviting sight. Her heart shaped ass was swaying in the air, in part from her exhaustion, the alcohol, and from desire. I moved closer and ran my hand down her shapely back drawing a bead of sweat along with my fingers. She arched her back and lay her chest down on the bed. Her red hair was tussled over her head and her hands were gripping the sheets of the bed. I rubbed the rosebud of her asshole gently and caused her to wriggle under my touch. 

"No. not there. " she protested softly.

"Relax." I said dipping my head to the space between her legs. I started to lick and nibble at her dripping wet pussy. I ran my tongue up and down between her lips and sucked gently on her clit. She started to rock her hips even more as I continued my labors. Her moans became more and more pronounced as I continued. I continued to rub her asshole as I did so, inserting just the tip of my finger. She responded by pushing against it and rocking even more. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and elicited yet another series of moans. These culminated in an ever heightening moan, louder and louder and finally then a scream. 

"Ah ah ahhhh!" She cried. Her body spasmed and her legs buckled sending her falling to the bed. 

"Oh god.. I wish I had known, before" She cried out, between panting. 

I didn't give her a chance to linger over the orgasm though. I pulled myself up onto my knees and moved forward. I pulled on her hips and she obliged me by lifting herself to her knees again. This time I moved in behind her, she was ready for me. She reached back and fished around for my cock. I didn't hide it from her, and soon she had it in one hand. She guided my manhood to her wet hole and rubbed the tip of it against her. I started to rock gently so the tip would push inside her. She stopped for a moment and seemed to line herself up. Then she moved back letting my cock plow its way into her inviting pussy. I felt a new energy as I started to pump into her. 

"Don't go slow this time, fuck me hard and cum inside me!" She commanded. 

I was happy to oblige. I started to move slowly building my momentum. I grabbed her hips to hold her against me and continued to pump into her. Soon I was moving rapidly in and out of her. I was pounding into her and she was emitting quick staccato yelps as I did. She was moving against me and clawing at the bedsheets which were now curled around her hands. I continued to drive into her like a madman. Now I was beginning to wonder how long I could stand it. The combination of alcohol and lust had given me near superhuman endurance. I knew the right amount of alcohol could prolong sex, but for the first time, it didn't seem to diminish the pleasure. It was so intense. The feelings of my cock getting ravaged by the pummeling I was giving her. She seemed to feel it too. Her cried were getting more earnest, more urgent. Neither of us could last much longer. I was worried we'd have to stop before I could cum. I tried increasing the pace. This seemed to heighten the sensations but it didn't seem to speed my orgasm. Sally was whimpering at the onslaught she we enduring. I kept up the pace, but paused for a moment so that our rhythm was interrupted slightly. The slight dissonance made her thrusts meet mine dead on and the that was enough. My orgasm hit me like a train wreck. My cock started to spout wave after wave of cum. I felt like I was a fire hose so much cum came out of me. Sally's pussy began to tremble and convulse under another orgasm. She stopped her motion and my cock slipped out of her swollen lips. Amazingly, I was still ejaculating. It launched out from me onto her ass and back. Until finally, spent, it drooped down. I spun around and collapsed next to her. She still on her knees was rocking and whimpering. 

"God, god, god..." She said as though in prayer. 

She lay down in my arms and we fell asleep in the hot muggy room. 

The rest of our trip was amazing. We talked about that amazing night and said we couldn't let that be the last. The trip took a little longer than we had originally planned. But we both experienced things we never would again. When we parted at the end of that trip, I knew we would never share each other that way again.



Seduced & Abandoned



Every once in awhile, Angie wondered what would have happened if she'd been gutsier - or sluttier, or more opportunistic. If she'd been just as tough as Roger's wife - what was her name again? You'd think she'd remember, after all, the woman had signed at least a dozen checks to her. It had only been a year since her affair with Roger had ended, but Angie replayed bits and pieces of it over and over again in her mind. It all began when she'd eavesdropped on a well-dressed, older blonde woman whispering to her husband in a Westwood diner. 

"You see that woman over there? She's not really a woman, is she? More like a child-woman- Isn't that what they used to call Marilyn Monroe? But I'm sure she doesn't have the emotional baggage and she's completely honest. That's what I would want for you, not some trollop that would cause trouble for both of us later. Why don't you go over and talk to her?" the woman kissed him. "I have to go now. I'll see you in a few weeks and I'll call you as soon as the plane lands."

Sure enough, the man walked over to her after his wife had left. He sat down next to her, his faint but musky cologne as intoxicating as sex. He said he couldn't believe that such a beautiful young woman was eating lunch alone. She blushed, and they exchanged small talk for a few minutes. He said his name was Roger, but revealed nothing else about himself.

"Where do you work?" he asked her

"No where steady - I'm an artist."

"You don't seem like an artist. You seem too sensible."

She smiled. "Well, I have to take that as a compliment. So I'm not a stereotype -- is that what you mean?"

"Exactly. I've always appreciated originality."

She didn't see him again for a few weeks, but one afternoon, his wife came into the diner again, by herself.

She looked like an art dealer - she had that same icy, vaguely European countenance, coupled with the assured, Armani-suited stride of a negotiator. Angie calmly lifted up her portfolio from underneath the table and wedged it on the seat next to her, like an inanimate dinnermate. 

"Hello. My name is Sadie Christensen. I couldn't help but notice you sketching there. May I see it? Hope you don't mind my snooping."

"Oh, not at all."

"You know, this is very good. Are you a commercial artist?"

" I do some commercial work, yes, just to pay the rent." She picked up her portfolio and put it on top of the table. "But my main focus is fine art - painting and sculpture. "I have a portfolio. Would you like to see it?"

"I don't have time to look at your whole portfolio, dear. I'm on my way to a business meeting - here's my card. Meet me at my office say at four-o clock today and we'll talk, all right? I may have a job for you.", 

*****

The offices of Christensen & Christensen Holdings LLC were located in a prominent high-rise in downtown L.A. The receptionist, an attractive but prim Miss Moneypenny clone, brought Angie a Diet Coke - in a glass, with a wedge of lemon, and rang Sadie on the intercom.

"You won't be working for me. You'll be working for my husband... he doesn't know that I have talked to you. Don't tell him. He wouldn't believe you anyhow."

"What is it you want me to do?"

"Seduce him. Hurt him, break his heart."

"But why would you ask another woman to do that to your husband?" Angie was shocked but intrigued.

"To keep him in check - you see, I get the feeling he wants to stray. He's going to do it even if I try to stop him. So I might as well have him do it on my terms - even though he won't know that - only you and I will. Do you want the money or not? I know you need it."

She remembered him -- not too bad looking, nice body, kind of a freckly face for an older guy, Nothing distinctive. She looked at the money and thought of her ill-fitting shoes. Standing in line at the dental clinic with welfare cases to get her teeth cleaned. The super ringing the doorbell for rent while she cowered quietly in the bathroom.

"I'll do it."

The next afternoon Angie sat in her customary booth at the diner. Her usual waitress, Diandra, a tall, outspoken Brooklyn transplant, complimented Angie on her new, low-cut blouse. "You got it, you should flaunt it, honey," 

Roger sat at the lunch counter reading the Wall Street Journal. Angie caught his eye when he looked up to flag the waitress for a refill. She channeled all her unmet lusts into that one stare, and a few seconds later, Roger was sitting next to her, buying her a steak dinner and staring down her ivory chiffon blouse. Angie dropped every pretense of being a good girl. She brushed her hand against his side and felt his body relax. That's when she knew she was in for some easy money. 

"You're so subtle. You know instinctively how to transmit your feelings without being obvious or coy."

"And what feelings am I telegraphing?"

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Look at the way you're sliding your finger down my shirt. I bet you didn't realize you were doing that."

I...oh - I didn't mean.. you're right."

"That's giving me the same message as if you'd gotten on your knees and unzipped me -- only its much more creative."

"We have to do it on my terms, you know."

"Do what? What are you talking about?'

"I don't need art lessons, love. If you want to be with me, we can start tomorrow, as soon as I arrange a meeting place. Otherwise, just say no, and I'll buy you dessert and say good-bye."

Angie said yes. The next evening, after she finished teaching a still-life painting class, Roger picked her up in his Jaguar and drove her to his beachouse in Santa Monica - the piece of real estate that was his and his alone.

Angie had never seen such a luxurious beach house - she was incapable of even imagining such decadent splendor. She lie on the velvet bedspread, the obscene softness impeded by her clothes. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the slightest peek of black lace underneath.

"Don't be so hasty...only a slut undresses herself. A lady waits until her suitor undresses her."

His words gave her goosebumps. No man had ever spoken to her so eloquently, especially during the throes of lust.

"As you wish." She whispered, decadently aware of the growing bulge underneath his trousers. Yet she dare not feel it under the silky designer material. 

He had commanded her to act like a lady. Although restraint contradicted every strain of her being, she obeyed him.

And she wasn't disappointed.

Roger slid down the straps of her bra one at a time and watched them fall down her slim,tan arms. Different than Sadie's. The arms of a real woman, not of a voracious part-time triathlete. The soft, slightly fleshy curve of her inner elbows smelled of perfume. A citrusy kind that conjured up in him an image of her running naked down the beach. He smiled at her, not realizing the thought lit his eyes with an evil glare. "Oh, your face is beaming like the devil himself crawled inside you. What are thinking about?" Angie stared down at him, stroking his platinum hair with her French manicured fingers.

Any urge he had to turn her into a lady, any Pygmalian notions,disappeared. Instead, he turned into a heathen.

"This" he set upon her nipples with his teeth, reveling in the hard edges that peaked out of her black lace bra. She arched her body upward as though offering enticing him into taking the entire breast into his mouth. Small as they were, his mouth could only do so much to them. The latent desires inside him were too much. Too bad he did not have split personalities or a half-dozen cocks to unleash his conflicting lusts upon her at once. He knelt on the bed and thrashed off his belt with the speed of a cracking whip. She reached for his zipper.

"Greedy little girl. You're ready to explode."

"So you don't deny it." 

She unzipped his pants.

His cock strained torturously against his boxers. She peeled them off. Common tramp. How many times had she done this before and without even requiring dinner first. His toned but pale legs shivered as this sweet slut fingered his cock. She sucked him without asking first, sucked him like she was born for the task. He grew red and angry inside her mouth. 

"Off with your little g-string, my dear."

"Shouldn't you do the honors?"

"I was wrong about you. You're no lady."

"Oh, don't look so sad...I don't want you to be a lady. I get enough of that at home..." he whispered in her ear, breath tinged with bourbon from their after-dinner drinks. 

She slipped her black and silver g-string down her thighs. He finished pulled it off and tossed it on the floor.

He slipped on top of her such a gentle little thing he needed to consume her before she clung to him like an errant porn star. Sadly, his need was blighted for a second by a flash of mortality. She was after all ten years younger and full of the sparkle that had abandoned him. 

He couldn't remember when Sadie had fellated him with such enthusiasm. He wondered if she ever had.

******

Angie paid the rent on time - her landlady, stout Armenian woman, cracked a smile for the first time in months "You sell painting?"

"Yes, yes," Angie replied. What could she do -- tell the truth? Some rich woman paid me to fuck her husband?

"We see your painting in museum someday, no?"

"I should be so talented." She smiled "Thank you." 

Sadie warned her not to tell anyone what had happened, and Angie obliged. She could imagine what her trust fund, plastic surgery enhanced students would say if they knew. "Who the hell would pay money to fuck you? You're so Midwestern..." Angie blocked it out of her mind and used the money as a blessing. She bought some new clothes - some lingerie with Roger in mind - remembering that he preferred to see her wear the slutty Playmates of Hollywood stuff instead of Victoria's Secret. When they met that week, their mutual lust had escalated to the point where speech was superfluous. He opened the beach house door. She tossed her duffel bag on the floor. He pulled her inside and rubbed his body against hers. Even fully clothed, the friction of his crotch against hers was too much to bear. " Angie undid his belt and watched his gabardine pants slide to the floor. He looked as good dressed as he did naked. Watching him move sleekly in his well-cut designer suits turned her on as much as riding his naked body.

Angie savored the look of expectation on his face as she knelt down and teased his cock with a few predatory licks. Roger savored blow jobs more than fucking, it seemed, and she obliged him letting a bit of cum trickle down her lips before swallowing the rest. When they fucked, he liked to watch her ride him. He reached up to play with her bouncing breasts, flicking her nipples with his bony fingers til she moaned in protest and delight.

After sex, they cuddled. He smoked cigarettes, she drank champagne. They talked about everything - politics, music, sports - for hours. But every once in awhile the dreaded "S" word came up.

"Sometimes I wish I could leave Sadie."

"Oh, don't say that. I thought you loved her."

"I do. But she doesn't make me feel...the way you do. You're amazing...so full of life, so funny and spontaneous.".

"And poor and quirky."

"But that's what I like about you - the quirky part, not the poor part." He kissed her on the cheek.

"You won't be poor for long -with your artwork. I bet Sadie could help get you a gallery show. She knows a lot of people who own art galleries ...isn't that funny?"

"The irony isn't lost on me."

He took note of her short, sharp reply

"I think you'd like her if you met her. You're so opposite you'd probably be friends."

"But you're never going to met her. She's like a detective. She'd be able to smell me all over you even after a thousand showers. She's so smart - too smart, too perfect. "

She cut him off abruptly. "Lets not talk about your wife anymore."

"I'm sorry, honey." He brushed his finger, still warm from where he had held his cigarette, along her neck. "I didn't know it bothered you."

That was it. Angie knew she had fallen for him. They made love three or four times that night, mercy fucks, she figured, but she let him do it. Angie smothered the flat, freckled chest she had grown to love with kisses. Roger sensed her desperation. "Don't worry, love. I will always be here for you. In this place." Angie assumed since he had mentioned Sadie so many times he was ready to go back to her. She wondered if Sadie would ask for a refund, since Roger had broken her heart, not the other way around. He drove her home that night as pasty drizzle soaked the streets. Angie blocked out her sorrow so deftly Freud couldn't even detect it, until she was safely inside her apartment. Then she cried herself to sleep, still wearing the black satin pants with a strand of Roger's greyish blond hair on it.

Like any spurned lover, Angie spent the next few days, commiserating with herself. Since discussing the affair with anyone, even her best friend, was dangerous, she spent a lot of time writing in her journal and then fed the pages though her paper shredder since she didn't have the romantic luxury of a fireplace. When the bill collector from Visa called, Angie realized the payments from Sadie would stop. 

She didn't have his number, his work address, and she knew nothing about him except that he was Sadie Christenen's husband and an exquisite lover. On Tuesday afternoon, as she walked home from art class, she saw the Jaguar parked in the LACC lot. Luckily, she spotted him sitting in the drivers' seat, smoking another one of those damn Turkish cigarettes.

She knocked on the window. 

"Are you insane? Parking a Jaguar in this neighborhood? You're lucky the gang-bangers didn't carjack you!"

"Get in." He unlocked the passenger door. "I missed you."

"Oh, did you really."

"I have a surprise for you. We're going to a gallery opening in Los Feliz. I think you'll like it. At La Luz"

"Oh, God I heard about that. That's a benefit - it's five hundred bucks to get in. Thank you, thank you! You're a doll!!" She smothered Roger with so many voracious kisses he almost crashed the Jag.

As soon as they walked into the gallery,she saw him. He was around her age, give or take a year, with shaggy brunette hair down to his shoulders. Angie recognized him as a classmate from college, an artist she had worked with on the school paper. She heard that he recently started his own comic book imprint. "Henry- Henry Jaffee", she called out to him. "I don't believe it."

"Angie, - I haven't seen you since graduation."

He kissed her innocently on the cheek. "So did you come here alone...?"

"I umm.. I'm with a business associate. He's trying to help me get a gallery show of my own."

"Oh, cool you know I know a lot of people, too. Terry Rundle -- he runs the Ivers Gallery. He wants me to curate a show for him."

Angie talked, enraptured by Henry until she remembered she had come to the opening with Roger. 

Roger, true to form, had captivated the only other person there close to his own age - one of the gallery's patrons. The woman was similar to his wife in clothing and taste but not in looks. Angie glanced at him. He motioned for her to walk over. "I'm sorry, Henry. I'll be right back." 

After a perfunctory hello, Angie and the woman, Dana, talked about artists on the scene that they admired. Roger had little to add to the conversation. He dawdled by the wine and cheese table for a minute, then pretended to look at some sculptures made from wire hangers.

Angie divided her time between Henry and Roger as inconspicuously as possible, but it soon became apparent that Roger was growing impatient and jealous. She asked Roger to take her home. He agreed.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

" Roger, I'm way too tired. Thank you for taking me to the show – you're an angel." She kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'll call you."

His Jaguar had disappeared down Sunset when she realized what she had done.

She had given Sadie what she wanted.

The next day, she and Henry went shopping at an art supply store, went to his loft and pored over his comic book collection. Then they smoked some pot and made love. 

Giddy as a junior high school girl with a crush on a rock star, she spent the next day drawing and painting - and counting the hours til Henry would pick her up.

She didn't realize she had forgotten about Roger until Sadie left a message on her answering machine. "Darling, I don't know what you did, but it was perfection. Stop by my office today. I have a final check for you - and a bonus."

Sadie wasn't in the office when Angie arrived. The receptionist handed her an envelope that contained a check for $3,000 and an invoice that read "This now closes the account between Christensen & Christensen LLC and Angela Duffy for commercial art services."

Angie and Henry used the money to self-publish a graphic novel. She told him the money came from a small inheritance a great aunt had left her. They had a signing at an independent bookstore in Hollywood. Although the tiny shop was packed, Angie caught a quick glimpse of Roger peering through the front window. He looked at her, then looked away, just as Sadie stepped out of the Jaguar, in fur coat and heels, and accompanied him into the four star French restaurant next door.



Seduced and Blackmailed



Suzie looked at me, her eyes sparkled.

"I've met this wonderful guy," she said

Suzie was in her late 30's, but looked younger. Her figure was to be envied even though she had two kids. But she worked hard to keep it that way.

Her breasts showed no sign of having 2 children and standing at 5'6" and weighing only 112lbs she looked great with a tight derriere I could only dream of.

But, as I said before, she put in the effort and I didn't.

Don't get me wrong though. I still have plenty to offer a man if I was so inclined. I am just marginally overweight but I have great tits and a pert bum.

"Tell me about him," I said.

"Well, his name is Richard and he is so attentive and I have to say he is very well endowed ."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't be daft," she replied. "He has a huge cock and he knows how to use it. I have never come with anyone else the way I do with him."

Suzie was not short of experience. Her husband of 5 years had died when the kids were very young. He had had a major drink problem and despite the best endeavours of his family and friends he couldn't control it. After a blazing row he had driven off in the family car after having had a drink or two too many. The net result was a tragic accident where he had been killed.

Suzie had coped well with and with friends happy to babysit she had recently started to develop a social life.

But she did have a tendency to attract the wrong sort of guys, those who are not long term material.

So I was delighted she appeared to have met a decent man who seemed to care for her. I asked about him. Apparently he was about 40-ish, was single and had a large flat in London. He worked in the media and appeared to be well connected.

She was obviously smitten and said the sex was wonderful.

"I wish I could see more of him," she sighed "but he has other commitments which mean I can only see him once or twice a week."

This set my alarm bells ringing in my mind. Surely, if he cared for her he would want to involve her more in his life. But she seemed happy enough so I let it go and said nothing. She had been seeing him for a couple of months and clearly had long term ambitions with him.

I saw her a few weeks later but she didn't seem quite so sparkling. 

"How is it going with Richard?" I asked.

"OK," she replied without a great deal of enthusiasm. I still see him twice a week but we don't seem to be going anywhere. But the sex when I see him is truly fantastic. Sometimes, I wonder if that is all he wants from me. He won't see me at the wrong time of the month even for a drink or a visit to the theatre. He is more sexually demanding than anyone else I have ever met. Not that I mind because I just love his big cock and what he does with it."

The she unloaded herself. She had obviously had high hopes of a meaningful relationship but as each week went by, it didn't seem to progress at all. He was utterly charming when he was with her but apart from the twice a week meetings she never heard from him.

"But when I am with him," she said," he makes me feel a million dollars. I don't mind him being a little demanding as he always gives me the most amazing orgasms that make me feel so great. I have never had sex like this in my life. I will do anything he asks."

"Anything?" I queried.

"Pretty well," she said, "he has certainly pushed my boundaries somewhat."

What do you mean?" I asked. What does he get you to do?"

I can't talk about it now," she said hurriedly, "I have to pick up the kids."

Now, I was left with some nagging doubts in the back of my mind. But, I reasoned to myself, she is a big girl and knows how to look after herself. 

It was just a week later that I received a call from her asking if I could babysit for her as her parents were away and she had a date on Saturday. My own social and sex life was on hold since my boyfriend of some 3 years had suddenly announced he had a new job in Singapore with a massive promotion and was finishing with me. I was not short of friends of both sexes but I was free that Saturday so I agreed.

She was ready to leave when I arrived and I was quite surprised to see her dressed quite sexily and a lot more revealingly than I had ever seen before. She was wearing a short skirt and a halter neck top that certainly showed off her assets. 

"Wow," I said, "Who are you all dressed up for?"

"I am going to a party with Richard ," she replied, "the first time I have had a date with him outside of our regular nights."

She showed me my room and reminded me that she expected to be late back..

I hadn't heard her come in but as the kids had woken me and her bedroom door was closed, I thought I would let her sleep and get breakfast for us all.

By 9.30 she still had not appeared so I tapped gently on the door, waited a short while and then opened the door. She was not there and the bed had not been slept in.

I was a little worried now. I went to the kitchen and on being asked, told the kids their mum was still sleeping.

I called her mobile but the phone went straight to her messaging service. I was very concerned now and wondered what to do. Was she OK? Had something happened to her. It got to 10.30 when I heard her key in the front door.

I looked up as she came in. Her eyes met mine. " Oh Helen, please don't ask" they pleaded.

She looked dreadful. Her hair was all messed up although it was obvious she had tried to impose some discipline over it. Her make up had run where she had clearly been crying and her coat was pulled tightly round her body protectively.

"How are the kids?" she asked.

"They are fine ," I said, "I told them you were sleeping after a late night.

She slipped into her bedroom and I followed her. Her coat fell open and I saw her halter neck top was torn and I could see bruises on her breasts. Her skirt was covered in stains and her tights were a mess.

"What the hell," I started to say

"Not now," she said. "I am so sorry not to have called you. Do you have to leave right away or could you stay a little longer. I promise I will explain everything later."

"Sure," I said, "I have nothing special on until later this afternoon. Would you like me to take the kids to the park for a few hours so you can get some sleep?"

"I don't deserve you for a friend," she said "but that would be wonderful. Can we talk a little later?"

I told the kids that mummy was not feeling very well and suggested we went to the park. After the swings and slides and the other rides, I took the kids for a pizza and we returned home a little after 3 pm. As I walked in the door, I met her coming out of the bathroom. She looked so much better.

I settled the kids in front of the TV with a DVD and put the kettle on. "tea or coffee?" I said. "Tea," she replied.

"I really don't know where to start," she said. I said nothing, letting her know that I expected and wanted her to carry on.

"When I was with Richard last week, he asked if I would like to go to a party with him on Saturday. This was not normally one of the nights that I see him so I thought maybe he wanted to extend our time together. I felt pleased and agreed.

He asked me to dress up really sexy so his mates would be jealous. Hence you saw me last night with the short skirt, high heels and rather revealing top. I felt good and I was very pleased when Richard commented on how great I looked.

Wee took a cab to a very large house in Hampstead. It was beautiful and must have been worth millions.

He explained it was a friend he knew through work who ran a TV production company

We were met at the door by a flunky with a tray of drinks and told to make ourselves at home.

Richard took me over to meet our host and when he was introduced he turned to Richard and said "so this is Suzie you have been talking about."

I was pleased and surprised that Richard had mentioned me to his friends. He seemed to know everyone there and introduced me and said I was his girl friend.

Everyone was really nice. The drink flowed freely and I must admit it wasn't long before I could feel it. I hadn't had time for much to eat before going out and I got a bit giggly.

But all the girls seemed the same and I guess we lost some of our shyness.

Before I knew what was happening I was dancing with Richard. 

It was a slow dance and he had his hands everywhere. I told you I was wearing a short skirt and I felt his hands stroking the cheeks of my bum. I looked round and saw that all the couples were at it- clearly the drink had lowered our inhibitions somewhat. I felt his hands slip under my skirt.

I tried to stop him but he said "Aren't you my girl then?"

"Of course I am," I said.

He replied, "Well don't be such a prude, I don't want a prude for a girl friend."

I thought, what the hell, he is my boyfriend and we have done just about everything together in the bedroom so perhaps I am being a bit too reserved.. I felt his hands stroking my cheeks beneath my skirt and then his thumbs went under the waist of my thong as he gradually pulled it down. 

I looked at him quickly. "You are not going to complain again are you?" He asked

"No," I said and then I felt him tug my thong downwards and he slid it off. It fell to the floor and he bent down and picked it up and put it in his pocket. I was left dancing with nothing under my skirt.

I looked at the other dancing but nobody seemed to take any notice and I saw that another girl had not just lost her panties but also her skirt and was dancing with her bare bum showing.

I felt his hands under my skirt and as he raised it up a little, there was a chance that others could see my bare bum too. He was whispering in my ear how much he loved dancing with me so sexily and I guess I just let it happen. It seemed so ordinary.

After a little while I realised almost all the other girls were naked or semi naked from the waist down. He lifted the front of my skirt up and I could feel Richard's huge cock rubbing against me. He was hard and it soon got me a little aroused. I could feel myself getting wet -- it just seemed so erotic to be dancing in public half naked and making my man hard.

We bumped against another couple on the dance floor and I saw that it was a man I had met earlier.

"I'd like to talk with your Suzie, Richard," he said, "let's swap."

The next thing I knew Richard and this guy changed places and I found myself dancing with this other guy. I felt his hands go straight to my bum and as he pulled me to him, I felt an even bigger and harder cock rubbing against me.

Unlike many of the other girls, I still had my skirt on so I didn't feel threatened or awkward, in fact, I felt aroused, a little excited and a bit naughty. Maybe it was the alcohol, I don't know.

As we danced, he pulled me hard against his huge cock and as I moved I could feel him pressing against me right between the lips of my pussy.

I felt his hands drop to my hips, his fingers round the cheeks of my bum and his thumbs pressing into the front of my groin.

He pushed me away slightly and whispered "You have made me very hard. You are a very sexy woman"

"Yes," I said, "I can feel you."

"Aren't you going to do something about it?"

"I am here with Richard," I replied.

"I am sure he won't mind -- in fact I can't see him anywhere. Perhaps he has gone somewhere with my girl."

I looked round and sure enough there was no sign of Richard at all.

"Come on," he said. "I want to know more about you."

He led me to a sofa in the corner where he got me another drink and we talked. His name was Paul. He wanted to know how we had met, all about me and seemed genuinely interested. 

When I mentioned I had been seeing Richard for some months and hoped it would become a stable relationship, he laughed and said "You are kidding aren't you?"

I felt hurt and a little confused "Why do you think I am kidding," I questioned.

"Don't you know what this is and why you were invited."

Yes I replied, you are one of Richard's work colleagues. But I don't know the reason for the celebration."

"I don't think Richard has been totally honest with you. This is a meeting of our special men's group and all the girls have been invited to meet the other members.

I asked him what the special men's group was.

"Can't you guess?" he asked.

I told him I couldn't and that Richard had told me that the owner of the house was a TV producer he worked with and that all the other guests were involved in media in some way. I had assumed it was just one of his work colleagues.

"We are a group of guys who get together for a good time on a regular basis," he said. "All the members have brought a girl who would be pleasing to the other members."

I was stunned. I had thought my relationship with Richard was moving forward but clearly I had only been brought here to please other men. I thought back then to the other girls on the dance floor who had been partly or totally naked. 

I felt my eyes begin to prickle and wiped the first tear away. I should have walked out there and then but he leaned across, took my hand and said

"You're hurt and upset aren't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"You can leave now if you want to," he said. "I will call you a cab if you want to go but I would really rather you didn't. I just feel I am getting to know you and you are so different to all the others. I would like to get to know you better. I will get us another drink while you think about it."

I was angry with Richard but I couldn't see him anywhere.

He came back and gave me my drink. "I do hope you will stay. Richard really doesn't deserve you" 

I said I would. He was interesting, handsome and very good company.

"Let's dance." he said. So we did and by this time I had forgotten that I had nothing on under my skirt so when I felt his hands on my bare bum as we danced, it seemed so natural.

He pulled me to him and as I rested my head on his shoulder I felt relaxed and at ease with him. After all, he had said I could leave and had even offered to call me a cab. He seemed very different to Richard.

His hard cock pushed against me and as his thumbs stroked the inside of my groin and his hands stroked my bum, I instinctively leaned into him.

"You know you are sexiest woman here don't you?" he whispered. I told him I didn't think so and that there were many beautiful girls.

"They are all too obvious. Look at them, they are dancing naked or partly naked and just waiting to be fucked by someone with a big cock.

"Do you think they knew before they got here?" I asked.

"Of course they knew. You must be the only person here who didn't know the name of the game."

I felt my anger at Richard rise within me. "I must just be too naive," I said

"Maybe," he said "But that is not always a bad thing. A little innocence is very attractive," he said.

He pulled me to him and kissed my ear. His hands were gently rubbing the cheeks of my bum and pulling me on to his hard cock. I felt him moving from side to side. He was rock hard and felt huge. His thumbs were gently stroking the waxed area above my pussy. I could feel myself getting very moist. No, more than moist, I felt quite wet. 

Without a thong or panties, I could feel my pussy lips tingling and I knew I was getting very aroused. He pulled me to him again and I let out an involuntary moan.

He turned me away from the others on the dance floor and as he did so, he cupped his hand over my tingling pussy. As he rubbed me up and down, I felt his middle finger stroking between my lips. I should have felt embarrassed at being touched there in public but no one was taking the slightest notice and I still had my skirt on so it wasn't that obvious.

As his finger moved softly up and down my slit, I felt myself pushing against him.

"You are so wet," he whispered, "I am obviously not the only one who feels turned on."

I did feel wet. In fact, I could feel my juices between my legs. I started to breathe heavily and my knees felt weak. 

"Let's go somewhere else," he said "there are too many people here."

I felt dazed and highly aroused. My pussy tingled.

We walked out into the hall. He pushed open a door that was ajar. It was a study with a sofa and it was empty.

"In here," he said.

He pushed the door closed and turned and kissed me hungrily. I couldn't help but respond. His hands were pulling me on to him as he thrust at me and I could feel his fingers feeling down the crack of my bum.

His hands went to the back of my neck and he undid the clasp of my halter neck.

As it fell apart, my breasts were exposed. He quickly leaned forward and fastened his lips on my left nipple, kissing and caressing it. His other hand went to my other breast stroking around and over my rapidly hardening nipples.

"Ah," he said, "I knew they would be beautiful, firm and sensitive.

Now I was virtually naked with only my skirt on.

His shirt was partially undone. He undid the remaining buttons and took off his shirt. He was well built, nicely muscled and obviously in good shape.

He put my hands on his belt and I automatically unclipped it and opened the top of his trousers. I reached down and unzipped him. He pushed his trousers down over his hips, they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He quickly stripped his pants and socks and pulled me to him.

I gasped. His cock was huge and very hard. He pulled my hands to it. I couldn't get my hand round it. He must have been the width of a beer bottle and at least as long if not longer. It made Richard's look small. 

"Oh m,m my," I stuttered. "it's so big."

I put both hands on his cock and still 2/3 inches protruded above them. His hands went to the clasp of my skirt and it fell to the floor. Now I was totally naked with a virtual stranger and grasping a huge cock. 

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I reluctantly let go of his cock and wrapped my arms round him and melted into him. He lifted me up and rubbed his hard cock against the dripping lips of my slit.

"You are truly beautiful," he said. He led me to the sofa and sat down with his monster cock standing out. 

"Will you kiss it?" he whispered throatily.

It wasn't a command but in the heat of the moment it seemed the natural thing to do. I bent down and took the tip into my mouth. I rubbed it up and over my lips gathering saliva. When I knew I was wet enough I took him into my mouth. He stretched my lips wide and I could feel him rubbing against my cheek. I choked a little and pulled off him. I sucked on him and made him even wetter. I rubbed my tongue up and down his thickly veined cock and wondered how I would ever take him all in me. He was rock hard and I just loved the feeling of him in my mouth. 

I have always enjoyed the power I felt when giving a man a blow job and now was no exception. I ran my tongue down his cock and onto his balls. I sucked them and stroked under them. He moaned loudly, this obviously felt good for him.

He lifted me up and positioned his cock at the lips of my pussy and gently rubbed me up and down. I could feel the tip of his cock gently nudging and pulling back from my wet lips. He slowly lowered me onto his bulging phallus. I could feel myself being stretched. I had thought Richard was something special but this cock was even bigger.

As he lifted me slowly up and down I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I couldn't help myself. I pushed down to take him into me. He entered me a little more. I was gradually taking him. I felt full and totally impaled on his hard cock. I started to move, it felt so good. My whole being wanted this cock, all of it, inside me. I felt a little pain as he pushed into me, I could feel myself stretched round him.

"Just wait a minute," he whispered, "let yourself feel comfortable, I just love the tight feeling of your pussy round my cock"




Seduced and Blackmailed



He stroked my breasts and leaned forward and nipped at my nipples. He bit them gently and sucked them. I have always loved my breasts being teased and now was no exception.

He eased me back gently and I felt myself slide off his cock. So smoothly. He leaned back into me again and I could feel his whole length sliding into me. I felt our bodies meet. He gradually withdrew again and then drove gently into me. His cock had me so stretched that every movement pulled and stretched my clit and the skin round it. I just loved the feeling of being stretched round a huge cock. 

I could feel the stirrings deep inside me. He started to glide in and out of me. I was so wet I could feel it all round me. I started to meet his movements with thrusts of my own. I was being driven by this urge inside me. It seemed to take no time at all before I felt that wonderful tsunami of sensation explode inside me.

"Oh yes, yes, yes." I moaned. " More, more, more. He kept driving into me and I seemed to cum continuously for ever.

Suzie looked at me " As you know Helen," she said, " I have had some experience but I have never cum like that in my life."

"My pussy throbbed. He hadn't cum himself and he was rock hard. He turned me over the back of the sofa and entered me from behind. I took him comfortably this time. I surrendered again to another wonderful orgasm. His huge cock seemed to be working its magic on me but still he hadn't cum.

"Now, we will have one for us," he said, as he turned me on my side and lifted one leg over his shoulder. He drove in and out pushing my leg back to get as deep as he could go, his cock sliding in and out easily. The angle meant his huge cock was stroking my clit with each thrust.

Again I could feel a climax building. "Oh yes," I moaned," Oh yes, I feel it coming." I felt him driving into me with more urgency. I could feel his cock start to swell and I knew he was ready to cum. "Now, now," I said "Now please cum in me, fuck me hard." I felt his cock bore into me as he shot load after load into me. I could feel every pulsing ejaculation.

We lay there for a minute as I slowly regained control. I felt him withdraw from my pussy which felt gaping and wide open. He moved up to me and held his cock at my lips.

"Lick me clean," he said. Although he had only just cum, his cock was still hard. I pushed him onto his back and rose to my knees and took his cock to my mouth. He was too big to take all the way in but I licked round his cock sucking up my juices and his cum from the top of his cock. I could feel his cum running down my thighs.

He was holding me tight and I felt totally satisfied. My pussy throbbed. I thought I heard something but he was holding me tight and whispered in my ear. "How was that?" he whispered.

"Wonderful, I said, "Just wonderful."

As he held me, I felt hands stroking the cheeks of my bum. I realised I was on my hands and knees with my arse in the air. I thought it was him holding my cheeks until I felt another cock at my pussy. I tried to pull away but he held me tight

"Keep still," he said. I think you are about to experience something wonderful."

I felt this other cock enter me. 

This also was a huge cock, not as big as Paul's but still large. Paul tilted my head round and pulled me onto his cock. The new cock started driving in and out of me. I could feel Paul's cum being pushed out with every thrust, every squelching thrust. 

Paul put his hand on my head and pressed me gently down on to his cock.

"Get me hard again," he said.

I had never had sex with two men at once but here I was with a huge cock in my mouth and another driving into my pussy. I felt truly transported, the sensation in my pussy building as another huge cock was stretching me.

I licked and sucked Paul's cock as if my life depended on it. I really wanted to please him.

I felt him grow in my mouth. I couldn't take him all the way so I put my hand round his cock and timed my movements. I could barely concentrate as the cock in my pussy was bringing me to another huge cum.

Just as I knew I was going to cum I started to moan and then felt Paul's hands stroking my head and caressing my hair as he held my mouth on his cock.. I felt myself explode into another huge orgasm as the cock driving me forward burst forth with a huge deluge of cum inside me. I felt the cock slide out of me and the cum run down my legs.

As I lay there with my lips round Paul's cock I felt fingers spread the cum all over my sopping wet vagina and stroking up and down the crack of my bum.

I was still glowing from my climax when I felt someone behind me.

"No," I said, " I can't take any more, please."

"Sshh, he said, "enjoy it, we will be very gentle and I just know you will love it."

I felt someone enter me. I knew I was covered in cum and could feel it dripping out of me as the new cock started a gentle pumping motion. My orgasm hadn't really left me and this new, slow and deliberate action quickly brought me to the realisation that I was cumming again. 

"Now make me cum," he said, as he pulled my head towards him. I felt so totally consumed as my clit hardened and I felt the familiar stirrings inside me. 

As my orgasm burst upon me, I felt the cock in my pussy erupt with more sticky semen. I could fell every pumping jet as he filled me yet again. 

I felt the cock being removed from my vagina and before I could gather my thoughts Paul started to moan and gasp as sucked and stroked him to a climax. I felt him grow in my mouth and he held my head on his cock as he shot another stream of cum into my mouth and over my face and chin. As we lay there, I could taste Paul's cum in my mouth, and feel his cum running down my chin and neck. Gallons of sticky cum was dripping from me. I felt exhausted, totally satisfied and very, very used.

"How was that?" he said. I could hardly breathe and waited a few moments before replying.

"That was the most intense orgasm of my life," I replied. "It felt wonderful, it just went on and on.".

"You are a natural," he said. "You have made four members of our elite band very happy."

That brought me down to earth with a jolt. Although I had never experienced sex like that in my entire life and I had enjoyed it, the thought of having just had sex with four total strangers and having been taken by two men simultaneously twice made me feel like a slut. 

My mind raced back over the evening and the disappointment I had felt when I found out what Richard had done, how I had been tricked by him.

I thought how charming Paul had been and realised I had been seduced by an expert.

"I think I should go. " I said.

"Why?" he asked, "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I said "but I am not that type of girl."

"Yes you are, " he said, "It's just that you have experienced things here tonight that you have only ever fantasised about. Have you ever been fucked by one man and sucked another before -- it is called 'spit roasting'. Have you ever enjoyed multi partner sex before?"

"No," I replied, "never before."

"Yet you enjoyed it," he said "A lot, by the sound of it."

He reached down and stroked my hair and my breasts. "You are one very sexy lady," he said.

As I lay there warm and tired, I felt hands gently stroking my body. I felt soft gentle hands on my bum and as the fingers massaged the dripping cum over my arse, Paul stroked round and over the lips of my vagina.

I couldn't help it, but I felt myself respond. My nipples hardened and I felt myself breathing with shorter breaths. I could feel my pussy tingling in anticipation.

He leaned forward and kissed me. A gentle, caring and caressing kiss. I unthinkingly responded. As I lay there with my head in Paul's lap, I felt my knees being pushed back and another cock at my pussy. I couldn't help myself, I broke away from my kiss with Paul and saw a good looking, well built young man kneeling over me.

He smiled, " I saw you earlier and I want you so much."

My body had already given him my answer. As he leaned forward I quickly realised his cock was the biggest yet. It looked, and now I could feel, it was so much bigger even than Paul's.

I felt myself extending still further as I was pulled tight round his huge penis but my juices and the cum helped him to slide slowly in.. He was gentle and took me slowly. I was still apprehensive, he was not just thicker, he was longer also. I didn't move and he slowly eased back and forth penetrating me a centimetre more each time. He filled me so full that my pussy lips were stretched tight and every small movement pulled and twisted my clit. In just a few seconds I could feel he was bringing me to another climax. As I started to pant and moan he slowed and stopped.

"Yes, yes," I moaned. He started his gentle thrusting again and very quickly I felt myself responding. Just as I thought I was going to go all the way, he stopped his rhythm and I could feel the sensations ebbing.

"Please, please," I begged. "Don't tease me, make me cum."

"All in good time," he said, "everything comes to a girl who waits."

"Please, please," I moaned.

He smiled and started to move in me again. As I felt my orgasm building, I prayed he would not stop. He didn't and soon I was moaning and screaming as I had another wonderful climax. 

He rolled me over and pulled me on top. I could feel my juices running out of me.

"Make me cum," he whispered.

I started to rock back and forth. He reached up and pulled me to him by my breasts. As he sucked my nipples I felt his hands on the cheeks of my bum. At the same time I felt someone else climb onto the bed and when I looked up another huge cock was being waved in my face. It was pushed towards my mouth and I instinctively opened my mouth to take it. As I was rocking back and forth on the huge cock I could feel yet another orgasm sweeping over me. I could feel the huge cock get even bigger and felt the explosion of cum deep inside me as he drove into me with urgency. 

The cock in my mouth started driving into me more quickly and I felt my mouth filled with hot sticky cum. I couldn't swallow it all and let it run out of my mouth down my chin. As the cock in my pussy started to soften, I felt him slide down the bed and he started to lick my pussy lips and my clit. He was sucking and smearing his cum all over me. I was still trembling from my last orgasm when I I heard them get up. Not a word was spoken. It all went quiet. I was alone.

I felt very tired and was confused. So much had happened so quickly. One orgasm after another had left me light headed and feeling very used. My pussy was sore and I felt sticky everywhere.

I must have dozed off for a while.

When I woke up, I remembered where I was and my heart sank as I realised I had had sex with at least 6 total strangers one after the other. I felt dirty and realising I was totally naked looked round for my clothes. Someone had thoughtfully put them at the end of the sofa. I got dressed and as the realisation set in, I wondered what they must think of me -- just a slut to fuck and forget, I thought.

I had never even had a one night stand before but here I was covered in dried cum and having been fucked in several times over. I had never done anything like this in my whole life even in my wildest student university days. 

As I was preparing to leave, Paul came in.

"Are you leaving?" he said. I nodded.

"Will you come back again?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so" I said, "I have never done anything like this in my life. I have not even had a one night stand before so what has happened here is very much out of character."

"Well, this might encourage you," he said as he gave me a small memory stick.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just a memento of your evening here," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself so much, I thought you would like something to remember it by. Your last few hours here have been fully recorded and I thought you would like a copy to keep," he replied.

Realisation dawned on me. They had been filming every action that had taken place in the study. I looked up and saw lights blinking in the window of the door that Paul had entered by.

"What do you mean - a copy?" I gasped.

"I couldn't possibly let such an enthusiastic performance go unrecorded. You were obviously enjoying yourself. I have the original on my system."

"What will you do with it?" I asked as my predicament began to unfold

.

Paul smiled, "That rather depends on you, if you decide you want to come back and see us, it can remain our little secret. If not..."

"If not?" I asked nervously.

"It would make great viewing on redtube or better still on a pay to view site. You could become famous."

The implication hit me. I was being blackmailed -- become their slut for a night or face the possibility of being seen all over the internet. My neighbours or friends might see me.

My heart sank. I must have looked pretty miserable.

"Cheer up Suzie," he said, "most of the girls here were paid up to £1000 to come to the party tonight."

The reality hit me..."Let me get this straight. If I want the recording to remain our secret, I must come back here, be paid £1000 and be fucked by anyone who wants me. That makes me nothing more than a whore." 

"That's a little harsh," he replied. "You have fucked and been fucked by six or seven men tonight, sucked some cocks, and appear to have thoroughly enjoyed yourself, yet been paid nothing. You could do the same thing and walk home with a considerable sum of money in your pocket. The choice is yours -- do you want to be an enthusiastic amateur or a successful pro?"

I just stared at him. The reality began to sink in. Whilst I had thought he was being kind and attentive and sensitive to my situation with Richard, he had been testing me out and setting me up. I had been seduced and tricked by a total bastard.

"Think about it," he said, "why not bring a friend with you next time."

"What makes you think there will be a next time?" I threw at him.

He looked at me and just smiled.

At the end of her story, she just stopped in mid sentence and shrugged. " Helen, what am I going to do. I cannot let them show the tape to everyone."

"Have you looked at the recording?" I asked.

"No, not yet."

I looked at her. "Why not do that before you think about what to do and make any decision."

"Will you watch it with me?" she asked.

"Are you sure you want me to see it?" I queried.

"Well, I do feel ashamed but I have told you everything that happened, you are my best friend and I know you won't tell anyone."

I took the memory disc and plugged it into her system and it came on.

It had obviously been very professionally edited and the camera work was excellent. It was a first class porno clip, except there was no phony dialogue and make - believe orgasams. Suzie was obviously totally carried away and every orgasm showed on her face. She was having the time of her life and every moan and shriek told how much pleasure she was getting.

She could be clearly seen taking Paul's cum in her mouth and the close ups of the big cocks pounding her pussy left nothing to the imagination. Cleverly, there were no clear pictures of the men's faces just their cocks in her pussy or her mouth. It was very professional.

"Did you see the cameras?" I asked. 

"No, I had no idea there were any cameras at all -- it just seemed like a small study with a sofa."

The cameras and sofa had obviously been very cleverly positioned -- it was clear she was not the first to have been duped. The whole episode must have been controlled from a central point as there were close ups on the cocks as they ejaculated into her mouth, and on her pussy and cum was running out and down her thighs.

"If you had been a professional porn star, you would have earned a fortune for that performance," I said. 

I have to say that seeing her activities being played back like that made me feel really horny. I have never had a sexual experience like that and know no-one else who has. Seeing Suzie being so comprehensively fucked and seeing her enjoying it made me realise what I have been missing for the last few months.

At that moment the phone rang. Suzie answered it. 

Her voice went quiet and hushed. "I have just looked at it," she whispered. "No, I don't know what I am going to do yet. I need time to make a decision. "There was a short pause before she spoke again, "I need more time," she said. There was another short pause and she put the phone down.

"That was Paul, he wants my answer by tomorrow night or he will release the tape."

She looked at me "What am I to do?"



Seduced & Debauched



John was having a difficult time seeing through his windshield, it was wet and foggy, and the windshield wipers only smudged the front windows. Then his old car shook and quit on him. The nineteen year old managed to push his car off the road and catch a bus. He was soaked; water dripped from his blonde hair and into his blue eyes. John was more worried about being late for work than he was about his car or being wet. He needed his job to keep their humble home. 

He clocked in, twenty minutes late. Two hours later his boss, Buck, summoned John to his office; John was nervous and feared for his job. "What the hell happened to you? You look like a drowned rat; I am in a bad spot, I'm being pressured to lay off more workers, and you pull this shit!"

"I'm sorry, but my car broke down and I had to catch the bus. It won't happen again, I promise."

"John, you are a good worker and I like you, but you put me in a difficult position. Let me see what I can do; I will drive you home and we can tow your car to my brother's garage. Get back to work and I will meet you when our shift is over." The thirty-nine year old boss sat back in his chair and thought about John's beautiful blue-eyed-blonde wife. He danced with her at the Christmas party last year and she turned beet-red when she felt his stiff erection! He smiled when he remembered how flustered she got when he put her little hand on his big dick.

Buck wanted to get in her pants and fill the little wife with his mammoth manhood. He wanted her to squirm and moan out in ecstasy as he fucked her good! His dick began to grow as he recalled her 36D breasts, cute little ass and long blonde hair, which flowed to the center on her back. When they danced, her 5'1" frame felt so petite as he held her tight to his 6'3" body. Buck could see the fear and desire in her eyes when he placed her hand on his erection. She squeezed his enormous cock before she bolted and ran away! The boss man vowed that this time her lust would prevail over her trepidation, her wet pussy would win out over her cold-feet!

At midnight the whistle blew, signifying the end of their shift. It was still pouring rain and they ran to Buck's truck. The old car was dropped off and a note was left for the brother to work on it. Buck stopped and bought a case of beer for them to drink while they talked. They agreed that less traffic was one of the benefits of the four to midnight shift. 

The men hurried in the house, as it was still pouring. Cindy came stumbling out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up for her husband and went into the bathroom. The men went to the kitchen and opened a couple of beers and put the rest in the refrigerator. Cindy was startled when she saw Buck and said, "Oh, I didn't know we had company, let me put something on!"

Boss man grabbed her wrist and said, "Nonsense, You look absolutely delicious. Stay just the way you are; John and I have to figure out a way to save his job and you can bring us beers, provide snacks for us and light up the room with your awesome beauty!"

John added, "We should get out of these wet clothes. I don't think that I have anything to fit you but let me see what I can do!"

When John went to the bedroom, Buck handed the frightened wife a beer and told her to relax and said, "My, my, little lady, you sure do look sexy in just your husband's shirt. I can see that you have nothing else underneath it. I definitely approve; be nice to me and maybe we can save your husband's job." John called for Buck to try on a robe, the boss instructed John to bring the robe to him, saying that he didn't want to get more water all over the house. John brought a towel and robe. 

Cindy went in the living room and turned on the television; she wanted to put more clothes on but she decided it was best not to anger her husband's boss. As Buck toweled himself dry, John could not but help stare at his enormous dick. His boss caught him looking and grabbed his cock and said, "Do you think Cindy would like this? I bet she would go crazy with this inside her; I think that you would like to watch, wouldn't you?"

"I...I..don't know! It sounds exciting but it wouldn't be right. She is my wife and I wouldn't want her to do anything that she wasn't comfortable with."

"Hell no!!! I am not going to force her; if you loved her you would let her experience the joy that a woman gets from a very large dick. She will still be your wife and she will still love you; so give her your permission and we can all have a good time and your job will be secure!" They joined Cindy on the sofa and brought her another beer and urged her to drink up the old one. 

The 6'3" man did not fit too well in the 5'5" man's robe and he wore nothing underneath; the little wife felt embarrassed and turned on when she caught glimpses of his magnificent manhood. Buck had John turn off the television and put on some sensual music. They talked, mostly about John's job and drank several more beers. When Buck noticed the little wife getting tipsy, he asked her to dance with him. He did not wait for an answer and led her to the center of the room and held her tightly as they swayed to the music.

His huge hands dropped to her shapely buttocks and he squeezed her buns. She looked up into his brown eyes and at his shaved head and thought how powerful he looked. His small robe was open and she could feel his hot manhood press against her aroused body. With his other hand he unbuttoned her shirt as he continued manipulating her ass cheeks. She sighed when his hot throbbing hunk of meat meet her bare skin. 

He lowered her tiny hand to his thick cock, she could not get her hand around the monster and began stroking it. She grew weak when she felt the thick veins pulsating in her hand. She whimpered a cry of lust when his fingers entered her wet pussy. His hand no longer held her hand in place, but she kept on stroking and squeezing his big cock. 

She was succumbing to his advances and felt that she was at a point where she could no longer turn back. Cindy looked to her husband for help and she saw that he was stroking his 5" dick. Her eyes pleaded with him and he answered by saying, "Honey, I love you and want you to have a good time. Enjoy yourself; share your body with my boss but save your heart for me!"

Buck kissed the yielding wife passionately and gently pushed Cindy to her knees. John almost lost his load when he saw her wedding ring brushing over the big dick. Without being told, the 18 year old wife lovingly kissed the mushroom head of the big cock and licked up the pre-cum, then she kissed and licked the long fat shaft down to his large ball sack. She sucked his balls into her mouth as she continued caressing his cock. Then she wrapped her pink lips around the big piece of prime meat and sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could. He fucked her face hard and she gagged as it hit the back of her throat. 

She panicked when she realized that there was no way that she could fit all 13" in her little mouth. She stroked the shaft with her hand while she feverishly sucked on his cock; her tongue licked the bottom of his dick as she sucked on it. She loved the bulge of his large veins. Suddenly she felt it get even harder as it exploded in her sucking little mouth! Cindy gobbled and swallowed with fervor. She managed to get most of the cum down her throat but some leaked from her lips and merged with her saliva and dripped from her chin. 

Buck told her to put his dick back in her mouth and make it hard again so that he could stick it her pretty pink pussy! As if beguiled, the little wife adoringly kissed the large cock and sucked it into her hungry mouth. Indentations could be seen on her cheeks as the big snake slithered to life again! She meowed and hummed like a wanton slut, played with his balls and sucked the big cock until it stood up at attention!

He flung her over the back of the sofa and from the rear, he plowed into her pussy. She squealed and screamed, "Oh my God, it's so big, oh, oh, uh, mmmmnn, aagggg, oh shitttttt...!!! Yessss, fuck me, fuck me with your big fat cock, feels so good, oh yes!!! That's it fill me up, don't stop baby. I love your big dick; I'm going to cummmm, yessss!! Oh, oh, my goddddd!!" He shot a load of cum up her tight love hole and told her that she was great. 

Buck went home and told John that he would pick him up for work tomorrow. He kissed Cindy goodbye and left. Cindy shamefully looked at her husband and meekly muttered, "Oh, John, I am so sorry. I don't know what got in to me!"

John laughed and said, "I think that we both know what got into you! It's ok baby, I still love you."

"I love you too, but I feel like a whore, the way I acted. With you, I know love but with him, I know lust! I must confess that I don't even like him very much but I know that I will never to be able to resist his awesome cock! I never knew they came that big! He has me yearning for more and he knows it. Your boss can use me when ever he chooses. How does that make you feel?"

"It's my fault, I am the one who told you to do it. I suppose that I will just have to get used to sharing you with my boss, because I could never leave you. Anyway, my job should be secure now!"

On the way to work, Buck told John that he would call and find out how they were doing with his car. John said that he was low on money, and asked Buck to tell them to take their time. While driving home, the boss shocked John when he asked, "Have you ever fucked Cindy in the ass?"

"I..a..No!"

"Well, that's going to change tonight, buddy! While I'm pounding her pussy, I want you to slip your dick up her ass and fuck it good!"

"I don't know; why do you want me to do that?"

"Because I want to fuck that sweet ass and you can get her used to it before I give her the big schlong!" 

"Won't that hurt her? How could anyone take your cock up the ass? I don't think that it is a good idea!"

"Trust me, the first time, it does hurt, but once they get used to it, they absolutely love it. You will see, you will know that I am right when your sweet wife begs me to fuck her ass again!" 

They entered the house and Cindy greeted them both with kisses and hugs, exclaiming, "I am so fortunate, most women are lucky if their husband comes right home to them and I have two men coming home to me!" Buck slapped her ass and told her to get them some beer. She answered, "Sure baby, and what are you going to give to me?" Her hand went to his crotch and she squeezed his cock through his slacks, then she sashayed into the kitchen to get them beer! John couldn't believe the change in his wife. She had always been so shy and here she was grabbing his boss by the cock and flirting with him like a wanton slut! She knew that Buck would come home with him and she not only wore just a shirt again, but only one button was fastened, and when she walked her tits bounced and you could see the nipples. 

Cindy emerged from the kitchen sucking on a beer can and handing the men a can each. John asked her how many she had before they got home. She smiled and answered that she had a few beers. She boldly sat on Buck's lap and cooed, "HI, big boy, what's that I feel growing under me? Does this mean that you are glad to see me?" The boss opened her shirt and nursed on her firm breasts; her proud nipples pointed up in the air as he eagerly sucked on each rubbery nipple on her ample breasts! 

Buck asked her to show him their bedroom; she naughtily played with his big dick while they walked to the bedroom. Once inside the room, she discarded the shirt and as he took of his shirt, Cindy hurriedly unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and shorts! It was obvious that she couldn't wait to get at his awesome cock! She was surprised but pleased when the boss told John to get naked and join them on the bed. Cindy was pushed on her back and Buck licked her pussy and nibbled on her aroused clit. John sucked her big tits.

They changed places and John dove into her boiling honey-pot, he licked and sucked with fervor and brought her to a screaming orgasm! Buck pressed his throbbing cock to her screaming lips; the horny housewife was filled with carnal desire and gobbled up the object of her lust! She sucked his dick like it was a prime steak and she was starving. The boss pulled his dick out of her sucking mouth with a loud "plop" and sat on her flat belly and fucked her beautiful tits. 

When John came up for air, Buck ran his cock down her excited body and rubbed it all over her puffy pussy lips before he entered her hungry cunt and gave her what she craved! She blissfully cried out, "Oh yes, fill my pussy as only you can, it feels so good, don't stop lover, fuck me!" She wrapped her little legs around his buttocks and humped back passionately! She reached an earth shattering orgasm as he climaxed, her eyes rolled and her head moved side to side. The little wife was in a state of sublime ecstasy. 

Buck ordered her to lick his cock clean and suck it back to erection. She marveled at how big and fat his dick was, even though it was not hard! Cindy adoringly caressed his cock and kissed the bulky head. She parted her lips and sucked his mighty weapon in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down on his dick, she realized that she could accommodate the whole thing! But as it grew, it became increasingly difficult, until she could no longer fit the big cock in her little mouth!

Buck lifted her up like a toy, and lowered her sopping pussy down to his hard cock. She rode him like a real cowgirl and was bewildered when she felt something probing her tight ass-hole. She turned around and was shocked to see her husband fucking her sweet ass. But as long as the big cock filled her hungry pussy, she didn't care. She flailed about like a rag doll and her head rolled like a woman possessed. The sheer delight of accepting two loads of cum at the same time was the biggest thrill of her life and she collapsed. When his boss was getting dressed, John gazed at his wife's gaping cunt and watched the stream of cum flowing from her stretched pussy and felt his dick rising again. It looked so lewd and nasty; he couldn't understand why it turned him on so much! 

Buck left, thanking them for a great time and saying that he wished he could stay the night but he had to get home to his loving wife! When the door closed, John jumped on his wife and fucked her for all he was worth. Her pussy felt so different, it was much larger and rather sloppy. He decided to roll her over and fucked her ass while it was still tight! Before they drifted off, Cindy asked about Buck's wife. John told her that he saw her briefly at the party but didn't know her.

The next day they were both off work and Buck came over in the afternoon and over a cup of coffee, he told them that he had bad news. It seems that the car needs extensive work and would cost at least six-hundred-dollars to fix! John said that they could not afford that, right now. Buck offered, "Hell, the little lady can make that much in one night! Put the bitch to work and we can both watch her in action!

The irritated wife replied, "How dare you say such a thing, I am not a hooker and I have no intention of becoming one! What the hell would your wife say if she knew that your were fucking your employee's wife and wanted to pimp her out?"

"First of all, My wife is bi sexual and has her flings with women and let's me do the same. Secondly, I merely suggested a way for you to make enough money to get your car fixed. I have no intention of pimping you out; it could be a one time thing, think about it. My wife would like you, do you want me to fix you up with her?"

"No, I don't want to be a prostitute and I damn sure don't want to have sex with a woman, that's gross!"

Buck said, "Come on guys, let's go out and have a few beers and have a good time!" They went to a local bar, drank beer, played pool and enjoyed themselves. When Cindy started to feel her beers, The boss urged them to go to a club with him. 

They were seated in a booth and a sexy waitress brought them beers. An exotic dancer came on stage and stripped to the sensual music! Wonder filled Cindy's big blue-eyes and she explained that she had never been in a strip-joint before. A voluptuous redhead offered them a lap dance and Buck accepted. She was grinding on his lap and exclaimed, "My, you sure are a big boy! Aren't you?" Cindy was jealous and wanted to keep his big dick all to her self! The dancer asked if she was his wife. Buck nodded toward John and told the dancer that was her husband! "Then why is she getting so bent out of shape?" 

Buck answered, "She enjoys my big cock and he likes to watch! They need some cash to get their car fixed but she doesn't want to give it up! Why don't you give her a lap dance and loosen the bitch up?" He slipped money in her G-string and she slithered over to Cindy's lap and pressed her sexy body against the young wife. The twenty-six year old redhead pushed her 40D cup tits in Cindy's face and told her to suck them. 

"No, no, I can't do that! Please stop! Go dance on my husband's lap!"

"I prefer women and you are just my type; so come on little girl and suck mommy's big tits! You know that you want to kiss and squeeze them, go ahead baby girl, and help yourself to a mouthful of heaven!"

Cindy looked frightened, the fleshy tits pressed her face and everyone at the table could tell that she was considering sucking the inviting nipples. Sensing this, Buck encouraged her, saying, "They won't hurt you Cindy, put your sweet lips on her big tits and suck! Give us a show, baby!"

John pleaded, "Please do it, do it for me Cindy! I've always wanted to see you with another woman! This scene is so fucking hot! Please!" Giving in to the pressure and the strange new desire she felt, Cindy opened her sweet lips and sucked on the stiff nipples! The alluring redhead slapped the young wife's face with her tits and urged her to suck them and chew on the nipples!

The erotic dancer slid her hand under the confused wife's skirt and traveled up her leg until her hand reached the aroused pussy. Two fingers entered Cindy's steamy slit and the dancer told her, "Your pussy is sopping wet! Don't tell me you don't like it! You love it, you fucking slut! I am going to exchange addresses with your husband and his well-hung friend. Little lady, we will get together and I look forward to sitting on your pretty face! You little slut cunt! By the time I get through with your ass, you will need a sling for your fucking tongue!!!"

The dancer got up and Cindy just sat there with a totally embarrassed look on her face. They exchanged numbers and the dancer informed them that her name was Amber. She pointed out two heavy-set men in their fifties and said that they offered her $1000.00 for a threesome. Amber grabbed the frightened little wife by the back of the head and gave her a big kiss and said, "I will see you soon bitch! Now go make some money for your husband's car!" She started to leave them and turned and asked if they wanted her to tell the two gentlemen that Cindy was interested in earning some money. Both men nodded yes.

A round of drinks was sent to their table and Buck asked Cindy if she was prepared to help her husband out. Cindy was not as adamant as before. The drink and the state of arousal she felt from the fiery dancer had loosened her up. "Well, after all, it is for John! I know how much getting his car back means to him and he has been so good to me. Ok, I'll do it! There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you John; I love you very much!" The two men joined them for a drink and it was agreed that they all would go to a private room in the rear of the club.

Once in the room, the blonde wife was stripped and the men commenced kissing her all over! Her smoldering pussy boiled over when the men had their tongues up her pussy and ass-hole! The little wife saw stars and the colors of the rainbow, her knees grew week and she could no longer stand. One of the men was on his back and Cindy straddled his 8"dick, and engulfed it with her sopping cunt! The other man got behind her and pushed her forward, and then he entered her rear end with his 7" dick! Both cocks drilled her horny holes vigorously. She screamed out, "Oh yes, fuck me, I'm going to cum!!! Please don't stop! Yesssss!!!"




Seduced & Debauched



Before they left, the men handed Buck a card and said that they would like to do it again sometime. They noted that the young housewife was much better than a professional and whenever she needed more money to let them know. They went back to the table for one more drink before they went home. Amber was on the stage dancing and gave them a knowing look. When Amber finished dancing, they got up to leave. Just before they got to the door, Amber turned Cindy around and kissed her goodbye, saying, "I will see you soon, I look forward to making you my little cunt lapping bitch!!!" Cindy's face turned crimson and she did not answer. 

A few days later, Buck informed John that he was going to be the new assistant shift manager next month when Paul retired and he would receive a substantial pay increase. Buck then said that he was leaving work early to attend to some personal business and that he would try to meet him later at the house; if not, he would see him the next day at work. When John left work, he was in a good mood; his car was running better than ever and he was about to earn more money.

When John got home, he parked on the street because his boss's car was in the driveway. From the street, he could hear his wife screaming. He ran in the house fearing something was wrong. The bedroom door was open and there was his loving wife on her knees with Buck's big cock stuffed up her shapely little ass! She was fucking back so hard that John thought the bed was going to break! After Buck filled her ass with his creamy cum, he turned to John and said, "See John, I told you that she would like it. Tell him honey; tell him how much you love it!"

"Yes I do, my pussy tingles and I cum when he fucks me in the ass with that big thing! I never thought that I would like it but it is so hot! I love his big cock up my tight ass!"

John stared at her gaping ass-hole with a stream of cum leaking from it and observed, "Cindy, I don't think it's tight anymore! From here it looks pretty damn big. I don't mind sharing you but he is ruining you with his big cock!"

They just laughed and told him not to worry. Then Buck announced, "Tomorrow night we are going to have a show, John. It's Amber's night off and she is coming over to teach your wife the joys of lesbian love! I know you want to watch that!"

"Hell yeah, I told you that my biggest fantasy is to watch my wife with another woman! Amber is so sexy; this is going to be HOT!! I can hardly wait for tomorrow."

Cindy had a concerned look on her face and said, "I never agreed to have sex with another woman! No, I won't do it!"

Buck said, "All right then, I guess you didn't mean it when you said that you would do anything for your husband and I suppose your pussy wasn't flooding when you sucked her big tits? Don't worry John, we will go to my house and Amber and my wife can get it on! Then you can fuck my wife while I satisfy the beautiful redhead with my big dick! I'll call tomorrow to set it up; Cindy you can come and watch the orgy or stay home, your choice."

Visions of Buck and the stunning redhead having sex was more than Cindy could bear. She did not want to share his large cock with another woman. The loving wife was panic-stricken that she would loose her big stud to Amber; she decided that she would do anything to hold on to her two men and conceded, "I did say that I would do anything for my husband; I dread having sex with another woman but for you guys, yes, I will do it! I want the three of us to stay together and will do anything to make my men happy!"

John was ecstatic and Buck realized that the once shy little housewife was his to do with whatever he wished. The possibilities were endless and Buck intended to bring the slut wife to total submission and he would use her to perform all manner of depraved and perverted acts. His mighty dick was getting hard, thinking of watching her being totally defiled! Buck liked John and was gratified that John was a voyeur too and liked watching her debauched. Buck would see to it that John got a lot of choice pussy while his wife is being used.

The next night, Cindy and her men were drinking beer and listening to music when Amber arrived. John went to get Amber a beer and told her that it was a pleasure to see her again. John helped her off with her coat and everyone gasped when they saw that she was only wearing stockings under the coat. From the top of her head to her feet, she was truly a vision of exotic loveliness! Her ample breasts stood out proudly, her swollen pussy lips looked inviting beneath a small patch of red pubic hair and her long shapely legs accented her 5'11" seductive frame!

Amber looked Cindy in the eye and inquired, "What about you, little girl, are you happy to see me?

The young wife awkwardly replied. "Un..Sure, I'm glad to see you again." 

The voluptuous sex goddess pulled the little housewife to her feet and commanded, "Prove it little girl, show me just how elated you are to see me!" The authoritative redhead held the trembling blonde in her arms and their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Cindy was shocked when a long tongue explored her mouth; she had no idea that a tongue could be so long! After the passionate embrace, Amber lifted the wife and carried the blonde in her arms to the bedroom. Cindy was dropped to the bed and roughly stripped of her clothing. 

Amber kissed her ears and licked her neck, she chewed on Cindy's rubbery nipples and kissed the aroused girl's flat stomach. Her face brushed over the blonde bush and her long tongue licked the little wife's thighs, before her long tongue entered Cindy's soaked pussy! The little wife quivered to orgasm as Amber tongue-fucked her sloppy pussy! Then Amber stuck three fingers in the wife's cunt and furiously finger fucked her as she nibbled on her enlarged clit and chewed on her pussy lips. Cindy moaned in ecstasy and fucked Amber's face wildly as she reached another voltaic orgasm!

They changed positions and Amber sternly told the submissive little blonde, "OK little girl, start with my big tits and kiss and lick your way down to my sexy feet and then I will give you further instructions!" Cindy nursed on the ample bosom and found it rather enjoyable! As she kissed her way down to the feet she lingered on the redhead's thighs and could smell her aroused sex and found it to be enticing; when she got to the feet, the young wife looked up at Amber with her big blue-eyes and wanted to know what she should do next.

Amber watched the obedient young wife at her feet and commanded, "Lift each foot separately and kiss mommy's toes and suck on them! When you finish the toes, be a good little girl and lick my feet all over, and don't miss the soles; make mommy feel good, baby!" Cindy felt weak and unable to resist the dominating redhead. She was compelled to obey her every command and she lifted the left foot and eagerly sucked the toes and licked the whole foot. She repeated the foot worshiping on the right foot and meekly awaited further instructions.

"Good little girl, now the main course, start by licking my beautiful pussy and feast on my juices! Mommy wants to cum on your sweet face, so lick it real good, baby!" Amber spread her legs invitingly and Cindy crawled between them and lowered her face to the smoldering cunt. She became intoxicated as she sniffed the smell of her steamy pussy. As if in a trance the young wife was lapping her first pussy and loving it! She thought how delicious it tasted and dove right in. If she was able, Cindy would have had her whole head up the tantalizing pussy. She gobbled up the tasty treat with fervor and could not get enough of the sopping cunt.

Amber commanded, "Look up at me when you eat my cunt! I want to see your pretty blue-eyes while you are licking my pussy. That's it girl, yes, so good, some of my cum is leaking to my ass, make sure you lick it all up! Put your tongue up my ass and lick and suck it clean!" Cindy obediently complied, she remembered how the man licked her own ass and did the same. Then she sucked on the hole and gagged at the taste! Amber told her that she did good for her first time and would make a fabulous pussy licker!

The men were so turned on that they could not hold back any longer, Buck jammed his huge dick up Cindy's cunt and John mounted Amber and filled her pussy with cum! Amber lusted as she stared at Buck's semi-hard hunk of meat and said. "I want to try that big cock out, Can I take it for a ride?"

Cindy hurriedly replied, "No, please leave him alone; I will do anything that you ask if you only stay away from him. Please, I beg of you! Amber pushed Cindy on her back and straddled her head. The ravenous redhead started grinding her pussy to Cindy's mouth and soon gave her more cum to drink. The sex goddess informed Cindy that because of her pussy licking skills she would leave Buck alone this time! She then warned Cindy that if she ever failed to satisfy her or ever disobeyed one of her commands that she would show the loving wife how to properly fuck the big cock and that after he got a taste of her red-hot pussy, he would forget all about her. Cindy thanked her mistress and promised Amber that she would willingly be her submissive bitch!

Buck and Amber spent the night with the young couple and the whole night was one wild orgy! Buck told Cindy that he told his wife about her and what they had planned. He said that his wife gave him permission to stay the night but made him promise to bring Cindy and John to their home next week!

Amber asked to see a picture of Buck's wife and said, "She looks hot! Am I invited too?"

"Hell yes, the more the better. My wife will love both of you!" 

Buck left and Amber was about to leave when she turned to Cindy and announced, "Rest your little tongue girl, because tomorrow I am bringing a girlfriend over and we are going to use and abuse you!"

"Tomorrow? I don't think I can."

"Fine bitch, we will visit Buck and his wife instead!"

Cindy froze with fear and meekly submitted to her mistress saying, "What time can I expect to see you tomorrow? I will be ready to serve you mistress!"

"That's much better bitch; we will arrive at about 11pm. I know John finishes work at midnight and he can watch and help you eat our luscious pussies!"

When the young married couple went to bed, John said, "You are going to be one busy little beaver, now you have a master, mistress and a husband! I hope you can still spare some time for me."

"Listen to you; it was all your idea and we both know damn well that you enjoy watching me perform for you. So, go to sleep and stop complaining." The loving couple drifted off to sleep with visions of Amber and her girlfriend dominating and using them!



Seduced at 18



When I was 18 my parents left for a week of travel in the summer. So they asked our neighbor to look after me. You know, just check in from time to time to make sure I wasn't having any parties. She was in her late 30s or early 40s at the time, and was definitely a part of many masturbation sessions. She had this firm body that just begged you to look at her and wonder.

The whole week, she would walk the short path that connected our houses and stop by in the evenings to chat. We'd hang out for a bit and she would go back to her house. Her husband got called away on a business trip toward the end of the week, so she asked me if I could help on the yard work. I agreed for no other reason than I liked her and could think of nothing better than to spend a day looking at her body. And oh man did she allow me to look. She wore these cut-off shorts and a bikini top. 

I was working without a shirt and thought nothing of her putting lotion on my back. Looking back, I know she was looking at me as much as I was looking at her. Anyway, it was hot and we spent the better part of the day joking around and mowing, clipping and pruning. 

When it was over, she asked if I wanted to come over later for a barbecue. I said sure and left for a shower at home. And that's when it started. I was so lost in the warm water and the soap on my cock and balls and my fantasy of her that I never heard her enter the house. But when I was well into my stroking there she was. Standing at the bathroom door watching me. 

I was in shock. When she did speak, all she said was "Don't stop. I want to watch." At that age I couldn't help but stop. Neither of us did anything for a moment until she broke the spell. As she moved toward me she removed the T-shirt she was wearing, and there they were. I think I was transfixed with her breasts. Large and firm and swinging with every step. She reached into the shower and put her hand over mine, helping me stroke myself. Setting the rhythm. One of her feet were on the rim of the bathtub, and her other hand was at her crotch. She only removed that hand to guide my head to her nipples. Her only words were "suck on them."

I didn't know it at the time, but I swear she came at that point. Because she shuddered and then her hands were all over me. I reached up to support myself, as her fingers explored my body. They pinched my nipples and caressed my balls. She ran her hands over every inch of my body before working one finger up my ass. I think I started to say something, because she had me suck on one of her fingers. Almost like it was a cock. So there I was, sucking on one of her fingers while she fucked my ass with her other one in total ecstasy. When I was about to cum, she took her hand from my mouth and grabbed my cock, holding it tightly and not allowing me to do so. It was wild, my body shuddered like I was cumming anyway as she continued working my anus. Looking back that should have told me something…

When I calmed down, she kept hold of my cock and led me back along the path to her house. I was still completely nude but was so pent up from my near orgasm I willingly followed. 

When we arrived at her place she sat me down on the couch in front of the television and put in a videotape. It was a porn tape. Amateurish and definitely on the wild side. It started off at an orgy with more people than I could count. She removed her shorts and sat down on the couch. Her legs were spread open toward me and she motioned for me to slide over. I went up to kiss her, thinking that was the cool thing to do. When she pushed my head to her pussy. 

As she guided my head, she kept talking to me in this purring kind of way, purring and moaning at the same time, "Have you ever eaten a girl out before? Hmmmmm? Have you ever tasted a pussy? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, use your tongue. Come on, suck on that. Oh yeah, come on my slut." I'll never forget her calling me that. Calling me her slut. It turned me on, not only that I was eating out the object of my fantasies, but that she was talking so dirty to me. 

At a certain point, she pulled me up and slid my cock into her. Man, I think I was going like a jack-hammer. Her finger nails gripped my ass and pummeled me into her. She would reach up and lick or bite my nipples. Her mouth wandering over my chest as she took my hand and placed it on my now wet cock. "Feel how wet that is." And I did. I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her as this incredibly sticky fluid covered my hand. Then she took the hand away and started to suck on it. That's when I came. 

When I recovered, we both looked at each other. She had this grin on her face that was like nothing I'd seen before. And again, she reached for my cock. She began licking and sucking the juices from it as I watched the video. There were women doing men, women doing women, and at one point, I could see a man sucking another man. All the while, her mouth and hands were working my cock and balls into another frenzy. 

When I was very hard she moved up my body, to hover her just fucked pussy over my face. All she said was,, "Okay, now do me." My tongue was out like a shot. She wanted me to go down on her again. So I did, not thinking about having just cum inside her. It wasn't until I had started that I tasted my own cum. I think I pulled back, because her hand came down to my head and kept me there. I remember this gob just dripping out and into my mouth. After I swallowed, I felt her pussy almost crush my face as she entered another orgasm.

"Are you ready for something wild?" I wasn't sure at that point, but she said she would be right back, leaving me to watch more of the video. She returned with two dildos and said she wanted me to fuck her while putting the electric one inside her ass. It was the first time I had done anything like that, but I was so horny, I readily complied. There we were, watching the video as I pounded away. I guess she could feel me starting to cum because she pulled forward leaving my young cock to fall out. 

"Now it's your turn." She said. She took the second dildo and worked it into my mouth. I complied, sucking on it, willing to do anything just to get her lips around my cock again. And again she took my cock into her mouth What I didn't know was she had taken the slick vibrator from her ass and started to place in in mine. She looked up and said something like, "Just relax, don't worry," as she began pushing it further up me. 

If I hadn't woke up next to her in bed I would have thought the whole thing was a dream. About one minute later I think I wished it was. Because there, at the foot of the bed was her husband. Not moving, just watching the two of us lie on top of the sheets naked. She turned to me and said "Don't worry. He likes to play too." Then turned to him and said "Come on, why don't you be a good little slut and taste what I have inside me." 

There I was, kind of in shock, watching my neighbor lick the recently fucked pussy of his wife. She sensed this and reached over to my cock. Taking its hardness into her mouth and sucking it. This was just like watching the movie the night before. Watching him sucking on her, feeling her sucking on me. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure at what point I felt the second mouth on my balls but I didn't care. Nor did I care that the night before was just my training for sucking her husband's cock. 

There I was, eighteen and about to join her husband as her eager slut willing to do whatever she dreamed up that could bring her pleasure. And she did... 



Seduced at a Party



I am 'mature' and have had a great life in large part because of the sexual experiences I have had and shared. I am still sexually active, of course, and hope to be until the day I die, but I now have a desire to write down many of those wonderful experiences I have had over the years. They are all true - erotic stories need to be believable (in my view) to make them 'suitable for purpose', and for me the best way to achieve that is simply to tell it as it was - and is.

1 - seduced at a party.

This incident took place when I was away for a work conference with a few co-workers. I was at that time rather naive - a fresh management graduate with his still shiny MBA in his first job. Four of us were asked to go on a weekend conference in London for the company, two guys and two women. All of a similar age, although the girls were probably a couple or more years older than me. None were particular friends of mine - we were work colleagues with complementary roles in the company.

After the first days meetings we all went to the bar for a drink to relax and the topic of what to do for the evening came up. Dinner in the hotel was provided, of course, but it was Saturday night after all. The guy, Geoff, said he had friends living in London only about a half hours cab ride away and they were having a party that evening - we were all invited if we fancied a bit of action. This sounded good to me, and one of the girls, Elaine, was enthusiastic. The other girl, Sandra, muttered about getting an early night but was raucously overruled by our cajoling. So after a rather boring bland business dinner off we all went. We piled in to a cab and after a drive through some uninspiring outer suburbs of London we arrived at an equally uninspiring street where many house lights were already off for the night. My thoughts of a lively rip roaring party night started to evaporate. 

Geoff led us on in to his friends house and we were all relieved to see that there were, indeed, people there. There was music, and the suitably low lighting revealed a pretty regular party scene. People dancing, people eating, some entwined in corners, some talking intently in the kitchen. As we got our drinks and started to look around it seemed to me that this appeared to be a gathering with a high proportion of Gays and Lesbians, and it suddenly dawned on me that Geoff was gay. I had subconsciously thought this previously but it hadn't registered, nor did it matter, but now here we were at a gay party! Sandra, Elaine and I all looked at each other and smiled then laughed to each other. What an unexpected evening this was turning out to be.

As we talked we started to think how naive we had all been (the three of us that is - Geoff was off with a group of male friends). Here we were all three married, it never occurred to us that Geoff may have been gay. The humour of the situation made us all smile and we all really started to enjoy the whole atmosphere, which was easy, relaxing, and surprisingly exciting. As drinks were consumed and inhibitions discarded the dance floor was filled with couples enjoying the intimacy of being together in romance - most of them same sex couples. This did not in any way diminish the atmosphere of the party for me. It was simply people having a good time with friends they liked.

Elaine asked me to dance. I agreed and we moved to the centre of the room. Elaine was not a girl I had thought of as particularly attractive, and felt that she had a similar view of me - we were just co-workers having a bit of fun, and the fact that were both married seemed to cement the inherent security in the situation.

We danced, and we talked as best one could over the noise of the music. We both soon gave up on the talking, realising that we were both enjoying this intimacy. Our bodies moved closer and we soon were stroking each other's bodies as we danced. I was surprised how much this excited me, and her smile told me this feeling was reciprocated. Her deep blue eyes were gleaming as she looked into mine, and I could sense that was moving to a different level.

Suddenly she leaned forward and kissed me, a long tender kiss with her hand stroking the nape of my neck to pull me down towards her. It was electric, I had never experienced a kiss like that. My penis was solid and bulging in my pants, and she could feel this as she pulled me closer to her. She smiled as she pulled slowly away from the kiss, and whispered 

"Would you like to go outside?"

Without waiting for an answer she took my hand and led me out of the room and down the stairs and on to outside. She kissed me again, and again I was struck dumb by the sheer excitement and depth of pleasure that this kiss produced in me. I tried to get my head around what was happening, telling myself that this could not happen, but I was just kidding myself. This woman had hypnotised me with her body and I was totally in her power.

She led me down an alley, a darkened alley that paralleled the rear entrances of the nearby houses, some of which had lights on, some not. She stopped at the rear of a house in darkness and whispered to me.

"Here, the perfect place, take me."

Before I could utter a word she kissed me once again, caressing my neck as before. With the other hand she slid down to my crotch and began to unzip my pants. Then with two hands she pulled out my unbelievably hard penis and bent down to entwine her mouth around it. Within a few seconds of ecstasy she stood up and whispered 

"That will do nicely."

She stood with her back against the wall to give support and lifted one leg and her dress as she took hold of my penis. As she guided it skillfully towards her pussy, I realized that she was not wearing knickers and felt the warmth of her juices as she slipped the shaft into her, pulling me towards her. She pulled and released, pulled and released until my rhythms were following her lead. We were both in the moment, desire had taken over and I was in a state of delirium as I thrusted in and out, in and out. It didn't take long before I felt the juices start to slide up my penis ready to shepherd the sperm in the explosion to come. As the sperm left my sac I gasped, trying not to make a noise in case we woke the sleeping neighbors, and as I shot my load into her vagina she gasped too. She felt my convulsions and kissed me hard and passionately, holding me close to her all the while. As my thrusting died away she kept hold of me. Her thighs must have been burning, but she refused to let go, keeping me inside her for as long as possible. When she did release me she kissed me once again and looked into my eyes, mouthing 

"Mmm .... yummy."

When we returned to the party it was time to leave - we had a heavy day planned for the Sunday. Little was said by any of us, alcohol making us all smiling and happy on the way back to the hotel. 

The next day it was business as usual. I looked across at Elaine a couple of times, and we exchanged smiles, but it was as if nothing had happened. 

This carried on at work, and I have to say I was confused initially, but soon accepted that it had been one of those incredible nights and now we had to get on with life as usual. I did not forget her, though, and was a little disappointed when I learnt that she had left the company a short while later.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered via Sandra that Elaine had had a baby. Even more surprising was the fact that the birth was exactly nine months after 'that weekend'. Sandra smiled when she told me.

The baby was named David - my name! Co-incidence?



Seduced At The Bar



Alva was getting dressed. You could hear her humming in the bathroom every so often as she shaved her legs. Chet walked into the bathroom to see how she was progressing. Alva stared back at her husband as she stroked her smooth pussy with a grin.

"It's getting late, Alva. Are you almost done?"

Alva grinned back at Chet giving him the evil eye as she rinsed off the razor.

"I had to make sure my pussy was nice and smooth baby."

Chet walked up behind his wife and kissed her neck while touching the softness of her belly. Chet started to peck at his wife's neck as he asked her a question.

"How do you know you're going to get lucky tonight?"

Alva turned and kissed Chet on the lips before replying. "Have you seen my dress?"

Chet shook his head no.

"Come in here and help me put it on baby."

Chet followed his wife into the bedroom where she had a blue dress laying across the bed. She quickly picked it up and raised her arms over her head as Chet helped her slip it up and over her head and arms. 

She wiggled making the thin blue material slip down her curvy body and laughed as Chet stood back taking a good look at his wife.

"Wow! I have to say that's hot baby!"

Alva smiled as she quickly leaned down and picked up a pair of white sandals and sat on the edge of the bed lacing them up around her ankles.

"Have you talked to that guy, Mike today?"

Alva looked up at Chet as she finished with the second Sandal.

"Of coarse I did honey. Mike will be there just like he promised."

Chet watched Alva lace up the last sandal as he hesitated asking the next question than just blurted out.

"Do you really think we should meet him down at Len's baby? You know there might be people from around town that might know us."

Alva moved her eyes up and grinned at Chet. She had that evil look on her face as she finished with the last sandal and soot up.

"Everyone knows us down at Len's bar. That's what makes it so exciting!"

Alva patted Chet on the cheek as she walked back into the bathroom to apply her makeup.

They arrived at Len's bar around eight. Chet walked directly behind his wife as they entered the bar. The bar was its usual dark with the televisions on in each corner and only the dim lights reflecting off the lighted beer signs hanging on the walls next to the bar.

Alva's heels made loud clicking noises as she walked in and stopped about ten feet away from the bar. Chet waived at the bartender as Alva looked around in the darkness.

Alva suddenly turned to look at Chet as she pointed toward the wall which was lined with booths in the darkness.

"There's Mike!"

Alva quickly started to strut over where she saw her date waiting anxiously in his seat. Chet watched as Alva approached the booth as the guy stood up. He saw her kiss the man on the lips as he stood watching from a short distance away.

Alva turned around and looked at her husband. "Chet, I want you to meet Mike. This is my husband Chet, Mike."

Chet reached out and shook Mike's hand. He had a firm grip and was about four inches taller than Chet. Chet watched as his wife slid into the booth next to Mike as the waitress walked over and took their order for drinks.

Alva started talking almost immediately. She wasn't shy and in fact she liked to be the life of the party when they were out. The waitress brought the drinks back giving Chet a strange stare wondering what was going on once she spotted the wedding rings on Alva's left hand.

Chet just shrugged it off as the woman walked away snapping and popping her gum in her mouth. What was it to her anyway? Hadn't she ever seen a white woman walk inside a dark bar before and sit down next to a black man?

Chet sat listening to his wife chatter away and within minutes she was starting to speak French. Chet took a swig of his drink as he chucked to himself. Alva was always making things interesting. She spoke fluent in French and this guy Mike knew how to speak it as well.

Chet just sat there as they spoke for the next thirty minutes or so until the waitress came back to refill their drinks. Alva was getting cozy with Mike now as somebody played a song on the juke box.

Chet looked around across at the bar. There were about seven or eight men seated at the bar. Chet turned back to look at his wife and caught them in a passionate kiss. Mike had his hands under the table and could only imagine where they were at that moment.

Alva suddenly turned and looked at Chet. "I think I'm going to take Mike out there on the floor and dance. Chet just shook his heads as he watched Mike slid out of the booth first and took Alva's hand as they walked out onto the dance floor.

They were the only couple dancing until another couple joined them on the second song. Alva was feeling the effects of those two drinks as she playfully moved her hands across Mike's chest as they danced. 

She was moving more seductively now and got the attention of a few of the guys seated at the bar. Chet watched as Alva turned her body around and wiggled her ass in Mike's crotch as the men watched the show.

The next song was faster and Alva wasted no time as she playfully took Mikes hands and put them around her waist as she stood with her back turned away from him and started to wiggle her ass against Mike's crotch in a way that made them look like they were fucking standing up. 

Alva even leaned forward to touch her toes as Mike held onto her ass banging into her cheeks as they moved around on the floor. The men seated at the bar started to clap their hands as they watched Alva dance with the tall handsome black man.

Chet couldn't remember exactly how it happened but Mike had his hands wrapped around Alva's waist but had moved them up and were cupping her boobs now as they men started to chant and clap asking for more.

Mike started to massage them in his big hands as Alva twisted her head around kissing him in the lips. The men at the bar were really getting into this now as Alva continued dancing with the tall handsome black man.

The men chanted for more egging them on as Mike took her in his arms giving her a long passionate kiss. Chet noticed the waitress standing at the end of the bar looking his way. 

Chet had been snapping pictures with his digital camera as Alva danced with her date. Chet kept taking photos as Mike reached under Alva's blue dress and played with her bald pussy.

The men at the bar were saying things now wanting them to do more as Alva turned around and shouted back at them. She said something to the effect that she was horny. Chet couldn't exactly hear everything because the juke box was blaring away while they spoke.

Chet kept clicking away with the camera as Mike walked Alva over next to the bar. He was pushing his body up next to Alva as they leaned into the bar. The men were all clapping and cleared a spot on top of the bar.

Chet stood and walked toward the bar stopping about twenty feet away. Chet watched his wife and lover kissed before Mike placed her on top of the bar. The men kept encouraging them as Mike lifted the dress up over her ass. 

Chet wasn't sure how it happened but Mike's pants were slipping down his waist as he climbed on to of Alva on the bar. Chet just kept clicking away as he watched the big black man as he inserted his cock inside Alva's pussy.

They were soon locked together on top of the bar as they small group of men looked on in disbelief. A few were laughing and others just stood starring at the interracial couple as they fucked. 

Mike was kissing her passionately as she wrapped her arms around Mike's neck as they fucked. Chet kept taking pictures right up to the moment he heard Alva cum. The next thing he heard was Mike spilling his seed inside his wife. 

Chet watched as Mike finally pulled out. To Chet's amazement, Mike was wearing a condom and wondered how the man had time to slip it on that big black cock. One of the men seated directly behind where Mike had just screwed Alva pointed out that the condom had broken.

Alva quickly inserted her finger inside her pussy and smiled and told the crown they were right. She took her finger out from between her pussy lips giving it a lick.

"Does anyone want to eat my cream pie?"

The men all started to talk and laugh and Alva finally got a taker as a balding man stepped forward swing her legs around the bar and quickly went to work eating out the cum from her pussy.

The only thing going through Chet's mind was that he would never be able to just stop in here for a drink after work any longer. Alva had her fun with a few of the men. She even gave a couple blow jobs before they called it a night. 

Chet placed the small digital camera in his shirt pocket as he followed his wife out to the car where she kissed and said goodnight to her new lover Mike. They would make plans to meet again. It might not be at Len's bar but it would defiantly be another hot and exciting night ahead!

I hope you enjoyed the story. It's all true and told to me by my good friend, Chet. The story was hot and I have many more to share of Alva and Chet including the photos that Chet took at Len's bar that night. 



Seduced At Work



My girlfriend is very flirtatious, and it's such a turn on to see her in action. She tells me all of her flirtatious actions while she is at work with a couple of the guys. Some is just because that's the way she is, but other times it's because she really wants them. I guess it's true with what they say, the more you send out the signals, and you're bound to get some type of response at some point. Well one day the response happened, but she was caught completely off-guard. 

She was sitting at her desk looking over some projects she was working on. She was so involved with what she was doing; she didn't have any clue that anyone else was even in the office at the time. One of the guys she worked with, and of course flirted extremely with, was watching her from the door. The sense was that he was debating whether or not to advance on his impulses. He looked at her with a deep lust for her, to just take her totally by surprise right there on her desk. 

"Fuck it," he thought to himself. He slowly walked toward her. He reached out and brushed her hair back and leaned down and started sucking on her neck before she even knew what was going on. I don't think he realized how sensitive she is in that area. Her head slumped back and her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she moaned out softly, enjoying the sudden seduction she was receiving. His hands slipped under her shirt, as his palms rubbed her nipples in a slow small circle making them extremely hard. He continued sucking and nibbling her neck making her head spin around slowly. Her breathing became a little heavier as he ran his tongue down her neck and then around to her mouth, kissing her deep. He squeezed her breasts gently as he kissed her. Slowly his hands began to slide down her chest, across her stomach, and down taking his fingers unbuttoning her pants. 

His hand slipped into her pants rubbing her up and down through her panties, getting her extremely wet from his touch. He still licked and nibbled on her neck while taking the tip of his finger and rubbing her clit in slow small circles. Pulling her panties to the side, he teased her by running the tip up and down along her slit, making her slide down in her chair to get him inside her. He walked around in front of her, pushed the chair back, knelt down between her legs and started to take her pants and panties off. 

"Just sit back and relax, enjoy the tongue lashing your pussy is going to receive." He said to her. He dove his tongue deep into her sweet soaked wet pussy, twirling it around inside of her. He began moaning sending the vibrations to her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her, making her moan and squirm in her chair. His mouth surrounded her clit and he flicked at it with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it a little. She arched back thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth as he ate her dripping pussy. Her moans getting more and more intensified as he quickly licked and sucked on her throbbing clit. 

"Oh yes, eat this pussy" she told him as she thrust forward against his mouth. His chin was dripping with her juices as they came rushing out of her over and over as he brought her to orgasm. Her hands ran through his hair, pushing him down harder onto her clit, and she screamed out and came again harder. His fingers were sliding in and out of her as he licked her clit faster. 

He stood up and grabbed her hands and pulled her up out of the chair. He kissed her and she licked and sucked on his lips tasting herself off of them. He moved behind her and pushed her down over the desk. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and slid it deep and hard into her. His hand slipped under the nape of her neck and he grabbed a handful of hair and tugged at it as his cock slammed in and out of her making her scream out. 

"Oh yes, fuck me harder. I wanted to feel your cock in me so bad." He slapped her ass lightly and tugged at her hair more and slammed deeper and harder into her, picking up on her signals to be a bit rougher with her. 

"I knew your pussy would feel so good around my cock." He said to her. "When you are here, this pussy is mine to fuck anytime I want to." He told her. Her hips pushed back against him harder as he plunged deeper and faster into her making her cum and cum.

"You can fuck this pussy anytime you want to!" she screamed out. He slapped her on her ass again a few times, rhythmically with his thrusts deep inside her. 

"Ohhh fuck your pussy feels so good, I'm gonna cum!" he screamed. Wave after wave shot out as he came, a little stunned over the fact of how responsive she was to him. She was a bit surprised also to see he picked up on her signals and went along with the roughness that she enjoys from time to time. He leaned over her, and kissed her on her neck. "That was incredible." He said to her, "I should have seduced you weeks ago, if I knew it was going to be like that."

"Now you know better" she said to him and smiled, "Anytime you're ready to play, just take me..."



Seduced by a 72-Year-Old Lady!



I must admit I have read these stories with interest and occasionally one will say it is true and the names have been changed. I would say 'sure' and keep reading, until recently that is. What I am about to reflect in deed happened and I was not prepared or planning what happened. But I am glad about it.

It all started when I left work early one afternoon, on the way home I stopped at a local grocery store to buy some water and some lottery tickets. Being this is a small town it was not very busy (I live in a big city and work 25 min outside of town in a small farming community) I got in line and a older lady was in front buying lottery tickets. We made eye contact and I spoke and she proceeded to have a conversation with me telling me all about how she had just won a $100.00, and was buying 50 more.

Now I am no looker, I am 42 with a keg covering a six pack, married with kids and by the way Afro-American. Rose Lee, is 72 gray hair (White) looks better than the average grandmother who is 72. We continued to have small talk for a while as the clerk took forever giving her her tickets.

As we were talking I did noticed that she was well preserved had a nice cleavage and one of the middle buttons was undone, and I could see her lace bra. I tried not to stare but I kept being drawn to that spot as she continued to talk. 

She told me her name Rose Lee and ask what mine was I told her Gene, she said she never knew a Gene before and why was I in town. I told her I worked there at the supply company, I was the general manager. The small talk continued until the clerk returned with her winnings and tickets. She said goodbye and left the store. I purchased my items and left the store.

I soon met up with her again in the parking lot. She was having trouble with her lock on her car, I ask if she needed some help she said if you do not mind. "I seem to always have trouble with the lock I need to have it repaired." It took a while but with some luck I finally got the door open. Then in, total surprise to me, she invited me to her home for some lemonade. I said thank you but no thanks, I have to get going. She said well if you do not want to drink with me let me give some money for your time. Politely again, I said no thank you.

She became a little miffed and said I have to let her pay for my time or at least come to her house for a lemonade drink she has to thank me some way. I reluctantly agreed to go to her house for the drink (eldely people have this need to pay a debt, I remember my parents telling me that) she said it was only 2 minutes from where we were at.

We arrived and I went in and looking around it was just as I imagined lots of county stuff and antiques. But what I did not expect was a fully stocked bar, and stocked with the good stuff. Rose chatted and gave me the lemonade she told me her husband owned a bar and she sold it when he died 10 years prior. But kept most of the good stock for special occasions. 

Then my next surprise came when she started telling me about her husband and how he was unable to satisfy her sexually. It was not for the want of trying he just could not satisfy her. She said they experimented with all sorts of things; role-playing, dressing up, anal sex and even a little light bondage, but nothing seemed to work very well. She said it had been 14 years since she had her husband inside her and she said she did not miss his cock as that was the only one she had known. I drank my drink and listened as she continued talk of there relationship. Still to this point I was not interested or even looked at her that i would want to get into her pants I just listened. 

She excused herself and said help yourself to a drink from the bar. I did, I did not want to seem rude and drink and run. She returned wearing a flannel robe, I could tell by the way the garment moved she had some lungs under there and they were not contained. She continued where she left off only now she was on the couch with me. To my surprise she told me she never thought she would be interested in sex again until she met me. She said I lit a fire in her and it was getting bigger and stronger by the minute. I must admit now I was becoming more comfortable with Rose, actually I getting turned on as she showed me skin from the open robe. Rose asked me if I would mind doing an old gal a favor. "What is it I asked?" Would you mind going to the kitchen and get me some more lemonade? "Sure, no problem," I got up and picked her empty glass, then headed for the kitchen. As I approached the kitchen I looked back at her sitting on the couch and wondered what it would be like to stick it to old lady.

I almost dropped the drink upon my return, Rose had changed positions and her robe was completely open for public viewing. "Set the glass down before you drop it," she said, and I did. "Now come over here and sit down". I sat down, and in a split second she reached over with both hands and started to undue my belt. I weakly tried to stop her and inquired what she doing. She said she just wanted to see if the myth was true that black men had big cocks because she was seeing a bulge. I told her that some myths come from fact and she would just have to accept that I was not going to prove or disprove a thing.

My third surprise came as she grabbed my swollen Johnson through my pants and started to squeeze hard. She looked at me and said firmly "this is the way it is going to work. I want you to kiss me." I did, but poorly. she squeezed a little harder, now kiss me like you want me. I did better this time and I enjoyed. "Now stick your fingers in my pussy," she commanded, I obeyed. I slipped one finger into her pussy. God! It slid in effortlessly, she was so wet and warm. I began easing my finger in and out of her. She began rocking her hips in rhythm to my thrusting finger but she never let go of my Johnson. "Put another finger in, but turn your hand around so your fingers are curving up wards inside me," she commanded, and I obeyed. I pushed the two fingers inside, and as they curved up her walls she moaned with pleasure. I was pumping them in and out before she stopped me. "Push your fingers all the way in," she said, and I did. "Feel that hardness inside?" She asked.

Yes," I choked out. Here I was fingering this hot old woman as she squeezed for compliance. "That's my spot, keep rubbing there and I'll cum in no time," she said, her voice full of anxious lust. So I kept rubbing the spot inside her and she began gyrating her hips. She let one hand go from my Johnson and spread her pussy so I had better access. I gave a little jump when she unleashed the two hand grip but she wrapped her old fingers around it tighter, to keep control.

Shortly she was bucking her hips and gasping for breath. I knew that she was going through the throws of an orgasm. I stopped pumping my fingers, and she screamed at me to keep going, I did. Soon she had stopped thrashing about, and she told me to remove my fingers, and likewise she removed her hand from my Johnson, and for some strange reason I missed feeling her vise like grip around my Johnson. "Well not bad for being under distress. now smell your hand," it was a fine vintage pussy smell. "Now lick your fingers, does it taste good?" "Yes" was my only reply.

"Follow me we do not have much time" she told me. I followed her to her bedroom and she disrobed. I must admit her body was not that of a 72 year old lady. She was not all wrinkled or varicose veins everywhere, I could tell she had a banging body in her younger days. She is still very pretty woman. She could have been a stripper but gave up her career for her husband. Her silver hair, curvaceous body, and large breasts made her a vintage package to lust over. She had a long tongue, great legs and a determination that does not quit. However, I could tell she was very lonely woman.

"Well what are you waiting for take your clothes off, and join me on the bed." I removed all my clothes except my underpants, I sat down on the edge of the bed and then removed them. Just as i was turning to lay on the bed she pulled me down and was on my chest straddling me asking could I use a snack? I told her I like sweet things. With that she mounted my face and I did what a man should do. I ate the whole thing. While I was eating I played with her breasts they were heavy and smooth.

Rose panted she was cum-ming. And cum she did as she cried out and she bucked her hips madly in another orgasm. She eased off my face and slid down so that our mouths met. She licked her cum from around my mouth and planted a big kiss on me. I tried to ease my Johnson into her but she would not cooperate. "Not yet big boy" as she started her slide down.

She stopped when her mouth reached my Johnson. I tell you she sure knew what she was doing she licked, teased, blew and tried to suck the meat off the bone till I was ready to explode. Then she stopped "not yet, you have to fuck me good" she said as she rolled off and moved next to me and layed on her back. 

I recompose myself and guided my Johnson to her cum ladened hole, as i neared she brought both hands to her pussy and pulled the pussy lips apart exposing her dripping hole for me, making it an easy target. I guided it toward the inviting opening and pushed easily in. She moaned as the length of my Johnson filled her. I pushed in to the hilt and pulled back, so sensitive, so slowly. After a few more of these slow thrusts she commanded me to fuck her faster, "not yet" i told her. I slid in and out still ever so slowly. I was going to enjoy for awhile. "faster, I need it faster please oh Gene faster" She was so wet, so smooth. She hugged my Johnson as I pulled out drawing me back in. I grabbed her and began pumping her for all I was worth. she clawed my back with her hands. I found out that Rose loved getting fucked fast and hard the best. 

The pace was not too much for me, and it was a long while before my orgasm hit me and I flooded her pussy. I began slowing down because i was not ready to cum yet. But Rose would have none of it, she commanded I keep going fast and hard. I could tell she loved what i was doing to her and she was doing for me, she clamped her pussy muscles tight, drawing me in.

Shortly her own orgasm was upon her and she began bucking her hips again, I was thrusting into her madly, our skin was slapping loudly together. She screamed out loud with the orgasm, and I continued to pump away at her delicious pussy. She cried out again as another orgasm hit her, and yet another. I came like I was 19. 

I slipped out of her, my cum and her cum dripping and running from her gaping pussy like a leaking faucet. She asked me to lay down, and I did. She then straddled my face with her legs and pushed her dripping and leaking pussy toward my mouth. Very reluctantly I began to lick at her trying to avoid the mixture of juices. She lifted my head into her pussy and ground it in. This was a first for me to lick a pussy after i had filled it with my cum. She turned took my hard Johnson in her mouth and began sucking me hard and deep into her throat. I had never tasted my own cum, never really had a desire to, I likened it to being gay. But here I was licking my cum out of this old womans pussy, it was mixed with her juices and I found that I loved the sweet taste and began eating her like there was no tomorrow. I snaked a hand beneath her and found her clit and began rubbing the little bud. She moaned while she continue to play and suck my Johnson with her warm mouth. I came one final time in her mouth, and she swallowed my whole load, it wasn't as large as my first. Finally she came for the last time that day, and when I finally got out from between her legs my face was soaked with our juices.

"Thank you, Rose," I said "No, thank you, for helping me" she corrected. 

She sat up to my inquisitive eyes. "Let me hold you in my arms," she asked. 

We lay that way for another half hour, not saying a word. Finally, Rose spoke. "Gene, I will never be able to thank you enough. You have brought me back to life. And, you have resurrected old wonderful feelings of lust. I shall always be indebted to you."


I smiled a smile of satisfaction.

I thought my sex life had ended. Now I see that it has just begun. I have you to thank for that."

The afternoon ended quickly after that. Another drink, some intimate and fond farewells, and Rose returned to her life and I mine.

However, we did and have met again.......



Seduced by a Billionaire



I could not believe it. The woman behind the front desk told me again, "We are sorry sir, but we have no reservation for you and the hotel is completely booked for the whole week because of the meetings and retreat for a major financial institution."

"I know!" I said. "I am supposed to attend those meetings and participate in the retreat! Please, help me out here."

I felt like a fool. I was holding up a long line at the front desk and I knew that I had forgotten to make the reservation. I was picturing me spending a week in a cheap motel down the road somewhere while all of my co-workers were enjoying a luxury resort. I would also miss out on the networking with the upper tier executives of the company who were so important to my career.

I had been through the same drill with the woman behind the desk several times and I was really starting to believe that she had no room for me.

Then, I heard a familiar voice behind me say, "If this young man doesn't mind sharing a suite, put him in one of my extra rooms in the penthouse."

I turned and saw Jackson Jennings, the famous hedge fund manager who was going to be the keynote speaker at the company meeting. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself and said, "I have enough room in my suite for an army and I wouldn't mind a little company in between golf and a little work if you don't mind sharing a room."

I was stunned. Jennings was a financial superstar. He had made billions by his mid-40s. He was the darling of the financial television networks because he was tall, handsome, smart and charming in a down home pleasant sort of way. He was raised in Austin, Texas, but was educated at MIT and Harvard. He was probably asked to be the keynote speaker as a way to get a chance to talk to him about our bank providing some kind of services to his hedge fund.

I stumbled and stammered and managed to finally say, "My name is Joe Miller. I appreciate your offer, Mr. Jennings. I desperately need a place to stay. Are you sure it is not too much of an inconvenience for you?"

Jennings said, "First, call me Jackson. Second, I have stayed in this place before and this suite is so ridiculously big, we may not see each other for days."

So, Jennings slapped me on the back and said, "Come on, Joe. I will show you your new home for the week."

Jennings turned to a gorgeous blond girl who could have been a model and said, "Misty, will you make sure Joe's bags get up to the suite? Thanks a lot."

Misty smiled and said, "Sure, Jackson."

On the elevator ride to the penthouse, Jackson said, "You probably think that Misty is employed by me because she is drop dead gorgeous and can suck a cock better than any porn star."

I didn't know what to say other than she was very pretty.

Jackson laughed and said, "Misty is gorgeous and she used to suck my cock before she got married, but the truth is that she is a genius and is better at her job than anyone else I could possibly find. She also has a good attitude and will put up with me. She runs my life."

I was then 28 years old. I had been married for three years to a great looking girl and I was a junior executive at the huge international bank having the retreat at the resort. I was trying to become an investment banker. This was a dream come true to meet Jackson Jennings. 

We were at a luxury Florida resort and top executives from around the word had gathered to meet and play for a week at company expense. I was a former college football player and I sometimes wondered if I was invited to these retreats because I was a scratch golfer.

I am about 6 feet tall and was a very fit 175 pounds. I had lost about twenty pounds since college when I was a wide receiver and running back. I have short blonde hair.

Jackson showed me around the penthouse. It was huge. It had a huge living room, a full kitchen, several bedrooms and baths in addition to the master bedroom and bath which were beautiful and gigantic. He gave me one of the extra rooms and told me to make myself at home.

Jackson opened a bottle of red wine and poured me a glass. I had never tasted anything like it. Jackson laughed when I asked him about it and said that he did not concern himself with stuff like what wine to buy. He left that to Misty.

Jackson said he was going to clean up and would see me in a few minutes. I heard the shower running while I drank a second glass of the superb wine. I truly could not believe how good it tasted.

Misty came into the suite a few minutes later. She asked me if everything was okay for me and I told her that everything was great. She then asked, "Does Jackson still have his clothes on?"

I gave her a perplexed look and said, "He did the last time I saw him, but he is taking a shower now. Why did you ask?"

Misty smiled and said, "I just wanted to warn you that Jackson spends a lot of time when he is not working in the nude. He doesn't care who sees him. It throws some people off."

I told her, "If I can stay in this suite and drink this wine, I don't care what Jackson wants to wear around his suite. He doesn't go nude in front of you does he?"

"Oh, yeah. All of the time. But, I have seen it all before and I have an understanding husband. The huge paycheck Jackson gives me helps my husband be understanding."

Misty asked me about my job and my wife and I asked about her husband and her interesting job. I really liked her and I could quickly see that she was very bright and very charming. Misty said that since Jackson had taken me in, I needed to understand that everything that goes on around the suite this week is confidential and cannot be revealed to anyone including my bosses and my wife. 

Misty said that one of her main jobs was to avoid securities law violations. She laughed and said that she also had to protect Jackson from the gossip magazines to the extent that was possible. Jackson was constantly seen with super models and beautiful young actresses. The gossip magazines could not resist a handsome billionaire with a super model. 

Misty laughed and said she felt like a pimp keeping track of all of Jackson's women. I told her that from what I had seen in the papers she was doing a good job.

About that time, Jackson came back into the living room. He was naked and was drying his hair with a big white towel. Jackson looked great. He was muscular and tan. He obviously worked out a lot. He also had a partial erection and the biggest cock I had ever seen hanging down between his legs.

I had seen a lot of naked guys in locker rooms over the years and I had never paid much attention to their bodies. For some reason, I became instantly aroused by Jackson's body, especially his big cock. It was huge and thick and it looked great swinging between his legs as he slowly walked in drying his hair. I was literally weak in the knees. I felt like I might fall down. I also was somewhat embarrassed that I instantly had an erection. This had never happened to me from looking at a man.

Of course, lovely Misty was seeing the same thing I was. I found it exciting that Jackson was showing his big dick to this beautiful girl. 

However, this was apparently old hat to Misty. She said to Jackson, "You are walking around with an erection in front of your guest! Can you cover that thing up, please?"

Jackson laughed and said, "Oh, Misty. You have been doing that to guys for years. Maybe you could help me out with this erection."

Misty rolled her eyes and said, "You didn't even know I was here. And, you know I don't want to help you with your erection problem."

Jackson laughed. "Too bad you had to get married!"

Misty said, "I have good news for your erection problem. Alberta is flying in to see you on her way to New York. I am just guessing that she knows what to do about an erection."

Jackson smiled and said, "Great! Joe, you will enjoy meeting Jenny, she is a lingerie and bathing suit model from L.A."

I was confused. "Who is Alberta?"

Jackson laughed and said, "Alberta Einstein is Misty's nickname for Jenny. Misty does not think that Jenny is too bright. That may be true, but she has other redeeming qualities."

Misty turned to me and said, " Alberta's redeeming qualities all fit in a double D bra. She actually thought that Florida was between Los Angeles and New York."

Jackson smiled and said, "Now, Misty, it may be more complicated than you think to get those big tits in those tiny lace bras."

Misty laughed and said, "I still think that 'Alberta Einstein' is appropriate. She is coming to see you because she does not understand basic geography."

I was not used to having discussions with a man who is naked and has a huge semi-hard cock. I kept trying to avoid staring at his cock. I think he may have noticed that I was looking at his long, thick cock. Misty did not seem to care that Jackson was showing her his cock.

Misty and Jackson talked business privately for 15 or 20 minutes and then Jackson rejoined me and the wine. He opened a new bottle and we talked for a while.

We talked about our workout routines, sports, women and investing. I told Jackson I was working 70 or 80 hour weeks in one of the Texas offices of the bank. He laughed and said, "I know you have to do that to get your opportunity to be a lead investment banker, but I do okay investing and work less than a couple of hours a day most of the time."

I was stunned to hear that. I thought hedge fund managers worked constantly.

Jackson said, "Don't tell anyone, but the way I invest, I make a few very hard decisions and then wait very patiently to see if we make money. I have found that I can be much more patient if my cock is in someone's mouth or I am playing a sport. Staring at a computer screen is boring and makes me want to do something to relieve the boredom. I make more money when I am patient."

It all sounded good to me. 

Jackson showed me photos of the girl who was coming to visit him. The pictures were spectacularly sexy. Jenny had huge tits that appeared to be natural and was extremely skinny. She was blonde and beautiful. Jackson said that if I wanted, I could have sex with Jenny too. 

Jackson said, "Jenny loves sex and she will fuck a good looking guy like you if I ask her nicely. Come to think of it, it would be fun if she fucked us both at the same time."

I had never cheated on my wife and I wasn't sure I wanted to start. However, my head was spinning from the fact that I was in a huge penthouse that must cost thousands per night with a guy I admired greatly drinking great wine. Now, I was being offered group sex with a beautiful lingerie model. 

I knew I should say no, but instead, I said, "Why don't we let Jenny decide."

I figured that Jenny would only want to have sex with Jackson since she was flying across the country to see him.

Jackson said, "Great!"

We drank and talked some more. I was amazed at how open and unreserved Jackson was with me. It seemed like he would say most anything to me and was never embarrassed about it. He was extremely self confident and sure of himself. I guess that happens when you are tall, handsome, smart, rich and hung.

Late in the afternoon Jenny arrived at the penthouse. She was prettier in person than she was in the internet photos. Her face and hair were perfect, her body was fabulous and she was dressed in tight pants with sexy high heels. As advertized, her tits were almost too big to be real, yet they looked real and moved like real tits every time she took a step.

Jenny gave Jackson a kiss and shook my hand.

Jackson said, "Jenny, this is my friend, Joe. As you can see, he has a nice, muscular body. I thought it would be fun if Joe and I fucked you at the same time." 

I expected Jenny to object, but instead I heard, "Wow! That will be fun, Jackson. Do you want to do it here or the bedroom?"

"You two take your clothes off and head for the bedroom," Jackson said.

So much for remaining faithful to my wife. I couldn't believe this gorgeous girl was so willing to do whatever Jackson suggested, but I did not see how I could gracefully decline at that point and did not want to.

I pulled off my clothes and looked up to see Jenny release her giant tits. It was a spectacular sight to see her boobs bounce as she unhooked her sexy black lace bra. My cock was hard immediately.

Jackson said, "Jenny, look at that nice cock Joe has for you. It is big too. What is it Joe, 8 inches?"

"7 and a half," I said.

Jenny said, "Man, this is going to be fun!"

I was relieved at her reaction because I was a little self-conscious about how much smaller my cock was than Jackson's.

Jackson threw down his towel and revealed his cock that was longer and thicker than mine even though it wasn't fully hard yet. 

Jackson directed traffic in the bedroom. He had me lay on my back on the big bed in the middle. He positioned my body just the way he wanted by moving me around. Then, he had Jenny get in the 69 position on top of me. My cock was instantly in her mouth and it felt great. I started licking away at her pussy and squeezed her giant tits. The tits were definitely real. 

Jackson provided encouragement to both Jenny and me. He was on his knees beside us as Jenny sucked my cock. Occasionally, Jackson would stick his big cock in Jenny's face and she would suck it for a while before she came back to mine.

Jenny was moaning and squealing. Jackson was beside us talking dirty to Jenny and encouraging her to suck my dick harder and take it deeper.

Jenny could definitely suck a cock. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming in her pretty mouth. Jenny was obviously enjoying having her pussy licked.

Then, Jackson joined the activities in earnest. He came around behind Jenny on his knees. His big cock was hard and was just above my head as I licked Jenny. I was concentrating on Jenny's lips on my cock when the head of Jackson's huge cock appeared in front of my face and entered Jenny's pussy. At first, only a little of Jackson's cock was in her pussy, but Jenny was moaning and reacting to the big cock. 

I had never been so close to a man's cock. It was just an inch or two above my face. I was extremely turned on and started to lick Jenny's clit even more enthusiastically. I was afraid I was going to lick Jackson's cock and was afraid it might offend him.

I stopped licking for a moment and said, "Jackson, do you want me to move?"

Both Jackson and Jenny told me to keep licking Jenny's pussy.

So, I had a close up view of a monster cock fucking a beautiful girl. Every time the giant cock would enter very far into Jenny, she would shudder and moan. I watched the cock go deeper and deeper into the pussy.

Finally, after a long while, Jackson rammed it all the way in. Jenny completely lost it and moaned loudly with my cock still in her mouth. I felt her cum as Jackson fucked her. I wanted to lick the big cock, but I was afraid of grossing out Jackson, so I just licked Jenny's clit and from time to time felt Jackson's big cock hit my face as he fucked Jenny.

I was so excited that a moment after Jenny started to orgasm, I exploded into Jenny's mouth. Jackson continued to pound away at Jenny for a while and I think she came again. 

Finally, Jackson buried his big cock deep into Jenny and came in her pussy. I was hard again from watching it happen right in front of me. For a few minutes, Jackson and Jenny had their weight on my face. Then, Jackson slowly pulled his cock out of Jenny and his big cock covered in cum and Jenny's juices slowly slid across my forehead leaving a wet trail on my forehead and in my hair.

I had just cum, but I was totally horny and ready for more. I had never experienced anything nearly as hot as sex with Jenny and Jackson. Jackson smiled as he watched me wipe his cum off of my forehead. 

I did not want to admit it even to myself, but I loved the idea of Jackson's cock right in my face. 

Jackson had dinner sent up to the suite and we all had dinner and more wine. After dinner, Jenny had to rush to catch her plane to New York. She gave us each a kiss and was gone.

Jackson and I continued to drink red wine and talk. Jackson had a way of getting people to talk about things they would never normally discuss. For example, he asked me what kind of porn I like to watch. For some reason, I told him I like porn involving girls giving blow jobs, submissive girls and dirty talking. 

The next thing I know, he had me searching for this kind of porn on his laptop. Soon, Jackson was naked sitting next to me watching porn movies I had found. Jackson encouraged me to get naked too. I declined.

After a few more glasses of wine, Jackson started to rub his big cock as he watched the movies. I had never seen a guy beat off in front of me. I was embarrassed, but I was also fascinated by his enormous prick. It had to be 10 or 11 inches long and it was thick. 

"Jackson, how long is that thing?" I asked.

"I don't know." he replied. "I will call Misty for a tape measure."

I tried to discourage a call to Misty, but Jackson called immediately.

Misty appeared 15 minutes later with a tape measure. 

Jackson said, "Joe wants to measure my cock. You may want to leave before he does it."

I tried to protest, but Jackson was off to the rest room before I could correct him.

Misty asked, "Joe, are you bisexual?"

"No." I said.

"Jackson is and he is very persuasive. You better watch out." Misty warned.

I wasn't sure I was completely against being persuaded and I was very interested to hear that Jackson was bisexual. But, to Misty I said, "Thanks for the warning. I will be careful, but it shouldn't be too hard to resist since I am not gay."

Misty just smiled and said, "Okay, but I used to say that I would never have sex with my boss before Jackson persuaded me to have sex with him. I didn't even know I was being seduced."

Misty left and Jackson came back with the tape measure. He said, "Joe, you want to help me get my cock hard before you measure it?"

I laughed and declined.

Jackson then handed me the tape measure and started jerking his cock. I was sitting next to him as he stroked his big cock. It seemed bigger than ever. I didn't understand why, but I was excited to look at the big monster. 

After a few minutes, Jackson told me to measure it. I tried to resist, but Jackson told me that just measuring his dick was not gay. So, I pulled out the tape and measured his hard cock.

It was truly magnificent. I had to touch it and sort of hold it as I measured. It was thick and heavy. I took my time with the measurement. I could feel Jackson staring at me as I touched his cock.

The measurement showed that Jackson's cock was 11 inches long and was 7 inches around. I had to hold his cock in my hand for the measurement of the thickness. It was the first time I had ever touched a cock other than my own.

Jackson teased me about measuring it with my mouth, but I politely declined. I screwed up when I declined though because I said, "I am not ready for that!"

It was supposed to be a joke of some sort, but it sounded like I might be ready for it soon.

We kept drinking and talking. Jackson returned to the porn on his laptop. He asked, "Have you ever watched shemale porn, Joe?"

I said, "Yes."

"Do you like it, Joe?"

"Yes, but I have never said that to anyone."

Jackson said, "I won't tell. Do you like the movies where the shemale has a big cock or the movies where the shemale has a little cock?"

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation, but I was drunk enough to say, "I like the ones where the shemale has a huge cock." I really did and I really did not know why. I was able to just compartmentalize it in my mind and not think about it very often.

Jackson looked me in the eye and said, "I bet you fantasize about sucking on a shemale's huge cock."




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Without really thinking, I said, "Yeah, I have thought about that."

I quickly blushed and tried to act like I didn't really mean it, but I don't think I was very convincing. I was sitting there thinking that I had just revealed something that I had not even admitted to myself to a guy I just met.

Jackson grabbed his dick and pointed it at me and said, "Would you like to suck mine?"

I said, "I don't think so. I am not gay, man."

Jackson smiled, gave me a long look right in my eye and said, "Okay, Joe."

We talked, drank and watched porn including shemale porn. It was very late, so Jackson said we should go to bed.

As I walked toward the extra bedroom, Jackson said, "Hey, Joe, you want to sleep with me tonight in the master bedroom?"

I said, "I don't think I am ready for that, Jackson. Thanks anyway."

I spent the next ten minutes kicking myself for again suggesting that I was thinking about having sex with him. I felt like a dumbass, but I chalked it up to the wine and went to sleep.

I woke up on my side with Jackson's big cock right in my face. It was hard again.

Jackson said, "I am sorry to wake you, but I was wondering if you would do me a big favor before your meeting today?"

"Sure, I will be glad to help you anyway I can."

"Great! I woke up with this morning wood and I was hoping you would just help me out by beating me off. No sex or anything. You have already touched it, so it won't be anything new."

"I don't know Jackson. I am not gay."

"This isn't gay," he said, "It is just helping out a friend. I wouldn't even ask if some woman I knew was around. It will be our secret; just between the two of us."

I liked the idea of having a secret with Jackson. I looked at his handsome face and hard cock and said, "Okay, I will help you out, but don't tell anyone."

"I won't!" Then, he jumped into bed beside me on his back and placed my hand on his big hard cock.

I started stroking his cock. Jackson had a big smile on his face as I stroked his cock. His right arm was sort of around me as I stroked his cock. I was completely turned on and my cock was hard. His cock was thick and heavy. 

I was thinking that maybe Jackson would beat me off after I finished with him. It took longer than I expected given how hard he was when we started, but after a while, he began to breathe hard and soon shot a large amount of cum all over my hand and arm, his crotch and his stomach.

Jackson looked at my underwear and said, "Touching my dick made you hard."

I blushed. I also jumped up to get him a towel. My hard cock was bouncing in front of me and making a tent in my boxers. I brought back the towel and cleaned up Jackson's cum.

Jackson gently rubbed my cheek and chin with his hand and said, "Thanks, Joe. I owe you." 

He then ran his finger over my lips and lingered for a moment. Then, he hopped out of bed and went to take a shower.

I had company meetings that day. The retreat was supposed to include meetings the first day and last day with golf and other recreation in between. Jackson was scheduled to speak on the last day. 

The weather did not look good for golf. It was looking like rain and I heard that a slow moving tropical depression was supposed to move in. I did not know what I would do if I could not play golf.

I went back to the penthouse for lunch at Jackson's insistence. We had a pleasant lunch and talked investments. I really enjoyed it. At the end, Jackson asked me if I would play with his cock again. I told him that I would after my meetings.

As I left the penthouse, I ran into Misty who was coming to meet with Jackson. She said, "Hi, Joe. Are you still resisting my boss' indecent proposals?"

I said, "Yes, but you were right about him being persuasive and persistent." As I said "Yes," I wondered if I was doing a very good job resisting when I had given Jackson a hand job and had promised another.

Misty smiled and said, "It will get harder. Just wait and see."

I just laughed and headed toward the elevator.

At the afternoon meeting the president of the bank, Mr. Goldman, came up to me at a break and asked to speak privately to me. I had never met him and I was worried that I had done something wrong. I thought I was going to be fired.

When we were alone, Goldman said that he had received a call from Jackson Jennings and that Jennings had told him great things about me. He also said that Jackson wanted me to manage $25 million of Jackson's cash for him and that more may be on the way. I was so low on the totem pole at the bank that I did not have authority to manage that much money, but Goldman told me that I had been given authorization.

"This is great, Joe. We have been trying to work with Jennings for years. You have managed to do it in a couple of days."

Goldman shook my hand, congratulated me again and said, "Whatever you are doing, keep it up."

I said, "I will do my best, sir!" 

As I left Goldman, I thought about my hand on Jackson's big, hard cock.

After my meetings, I went back to Jackson's penthouse. Jackson was there in a perfectly tailored suit and a beautiful purple tie. He looked incredible. He met me with two big glasses of red wine.

I thanked him for picking me to manage some of his cash. 

He said, "It is not very much money, but if you do a good job, I can send you some more."

Twenty-five million seemed like a lot to me and this was huge for my career. I told him, "I will do whatever I need to do to take care of your money."

"Just make a little more than zero percent and have it ready if I need it to invest."

Jackson then went to a nearby counter in the kitchen and brought back two gift wrapped boxes. He gave me the boxes and said, "After you helped me out this morning, I told you I owed you. This is a little something I thought you might like."

I did not know what to say. I was not used to receiving gifts from a guy I just met. I thanked him and began to open the gifts.

"Open the small one first," Jackson suggested.

I did and I was blown away. It was a gold Patek Philippe watch. It was beautiful. I was no expert on expensive Swiss watches, but I knew that it cost tens of thousands of dollars.

I said, "Oh, my God! I can't accept this. It is beautiful, but you shouldn't spend this much money on a new friend. It is so thoughtful, but it is just too much."

"Joe, don't worry about it. I very much want you to have it. Please tell me you will keep it and wear it."

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure."

"Okay, thank you so much. Nobody has ever done anything so generous for me!"

"You are welcome. I am glad you like it."

I put the watch on my wrist and admired it. I could not get over how cool it looked. I had not noticed before, but Jackson was wearing a similar Patek Philippe watch.

Jackson smiled and told me to open the other box. I tore off the paper and opened the box which appeared to be a box from an expensive women's clothing store. I opened the box and saw four pairs of lace panties in various colors.

I was confused. "Are these for my wife?"

"No, Joe. They are for you. I think with your fit body they will look great on you."

"Thanks, Jackson. They are very sexy, but I am not a crossdresser. I have never worn women's underwear."

Jackson looked at me right in the eye and said, "Joe, I did not think you were a crossdresser. I just admire your fit body and thought that you would look good in these panties. These are some sexy panties that I usually buy for women that I know, but I would love to see you in them. No one will know except for you and me. This will be another secret just between us."

I thought about it for a minute and decided that it would not cause any harm and I wanted to repay Jackson for his kindness. So, I said, "What is your favorite color of panties?"

He smiled and said, "I would love to see you in the pink panties."

I grabbed the box of panties and walked back to my bedroom. I did not understand it, but my cock was hard. 

I had never had any desire to dress like a woman, but the idea of wearing panties because Jackson wanted me to wear them for him turned me on. It seemed forbidden or taboo. I was thinking about rubbing his cock while wearing very feminine lace panties and my cock was getting harder. 

I took off all of my clothes and slipped on the thin lace panties. Wearing pink panties made me feel submissive and feminine. My hard cock stuck out of the top of the tiny little panties or created a big bulge in the panties if I pushed it to the side. Even though I had never really thought about wearing panties before and never thought I would, I had to admit that I looked pretty sexy in the panties. 

I walked back in the living room wearing only the pink panties and my new watch. I could tell that Jackson loved how I looked. He had me spin around like a model.

I was embarrassed and aroused.

He said, "You look great in those lace panties. Your ass looks like a sexy girl's ass."

"Thank you." I said with a big smile. While I said it, I was thinking how humiliating it was to be complimented on how nice my ass looked in pink panties. I could feel myself blushing.

He motioned for me to sit beside him on the couch. He had me sit right next to him. He handed me my wine and asked, "How does it feel to dress like that for me?"

"A little embarrassing and a little exciting, I guess." I said.

"Do you feel feminine and submissive when you are wearing panties for me?"

"Yes, I have this sort of excited, feminine feeling like I want to be your girlfriend or something." I regretted that statement as soon as I said it, but I just had a feeling that Jackson wanted me to say something like that after he gave me an expensive watch and these panties to wear for him.

"It is pretty easy to tell you are excited when your cock is popping out of your panties!"

I blushed again when he mentioned my hard cock and "my" panties.

I was about to ask Jackson if he wanted another hand job when he said, "Joe, will you do me another favor?"

"Anything, Jackson."

"Anything?"

I felt humiliated as I said, "Yes, anything you want."

Jackson stood up from the couch and said, "Get on your knees, Joe."

"Okay." I said as I got on my knees in front of him. I could tell through his trousers that his cock was hard.

"Undo my belt and pants, Joe."

I thought about being on my knees wearing panties as I unbuckled his pants and anxiously pulled his heavy cock out of his boxer shorts. He was hard. I was as excited as I have ever been.

I was once again facing this giant cock. It was inches from my face. He said, "I want you to be my cocksucker, Joe. I want you to be my girl."

I knew I was going to do whatever he wanted. My cock was hard as a rock as I thought about being Jackson's cocksucker.

I grabbed the base of his big hard cock and sheepishly kissed the head of his big cock. I looked up and saw his handsome face looking down and intently watching me kiss a cock for the first time.

I was trying to decide if I was going to swallow his cum as I licked the head of his cock and tasted a little precum. I felt so submissive to be servicing a man like this.

I timidly opened my mouth and slipped the head of the big dick into my mouth. 

"Tell me what you are doing, Joe. I want to hear you say it." 

It embarrassed me to say it out loud, so I quietly said, "I will do what you want me to do, Jackson."

"Tell me what you are doing," Jackson repeated. "I want to hear you say it."

I looked up at him and said hesitantly, "I am going to suck your cock."

He smiled. "Start licking my balls and tell me you want to be my bitch."

I lifted up his big cock and started licking his balls. I stopped for just a moment and said, "I want to be your bitch."

He seemed satisfied with that and let me lick his balls for a while. I was very anxious to suck his big cock but, he clearly enjoyed having me lick his balls.

After a while, Jackson said, "Suck my cock, Joe."

I stuck that big monster in my mouth and began to suck. I wanted to give him the best blow job he had ever received. To my surprise, giving a man head was not much different from having sex with a woman. I wanted to please my new lover and it made me very horny and excited.

Jackson's cock was so big and so thick it filled my mouth completely. I loved it when a girl had deep throated my cock one time. I wanted to do that for Jackson. But, his cock was so big, I did not see how I could ever do it. 

I do not have a strong gag reflex and I never get sick to my stomach, so I thought I would try my best. I began to focus on trying to take as much of his cock in my mouth as I possibly could. I sucked and I sucked and I kept trying to jam more and more cock in my mouth. My eyes were watering and from time to time I would gag. However, I kept trying.

Jackson seemed to love it. I was sucking his cock hard and I was getting something over half of it down my throat. 

Jackson said to me, "Joe, you are a terrific cocksucker!" 

When he said that to me, it made me feel good to get a compliment from him and it made me realize I was doing the nastiest thing I had ever done. I loved it. 

My cock had been hard in my little pink panties since I put them on, but now I was so excited I could barely stand it. I started bobbing my head up and down on Jackson's cock and for one of the first times in my life I came without touching my cock. My dick sticking out of the top of my new panties started shooting cum all over my stomach and legs and the floor. Some shot on Jackson's shoes.

He laughed and said, "You are such a faggot, you came from sucking a dick."

It made me even hornier to be called a faggot. Joe noticed that it excited me and he seemed to love the blow job. I never even slowed up when my cum was shooting everywhere. 

Before long, I heard Jackson groan and he started cumming in my mouth. I did not have much choice about swallowing. The dick was so deep in my mouth cum just started shooting down my throat. I was surprised at how sweet his cum was and how good it tasted. Some of the cum filled my mouth and a little leaked out of my lips. 

Jackson just said, "Man, that was awesome!" He pulled off his clothes and sat on the couch. He had me lay on the couch in just my pink panties with my head in his naked lap. He drank more wine while I nuzzled with his naked dick.

I kept my face in his naked crotch for about two hours as we talked and drank wine. My cock was hard again in no time. I had a close up view of Jackson's cock getting hard again too.

We heard a knock at the door of the suite. Jackson said, "That must be Misty," as he started to get up to go to the door.

I jumped up and ran toward my room saying, "Wait! She can't see me like this!"

Jackson laughed as he said, "Who do you think bought those panties for you? Misty doesn't care if you wear panties and suck cock."

I felt totally embarrassed by the thought that Misty might know what we had been doing. I continued to run for my room. I slipped on a robe provided by the hotel.

Misty and Jackson talked business for a few minutes. Afterwards, Misty joined us in a glass of wine. Misty asked if I liked my new watch.

I said, "Yes, it is fantastic," knowing that she must have bought the panties too. I was wracking my brain trying to think of a way to keep the fact that I was wearing panties for Jackson a secret. I couldn't deal with the possibility that a beautiful woman would know that I had serviced a man.

However, the cat was soon out of the bag. Jackson said, "Hey Joe, show Misty those great looking panties you are wearing. They fit perfectly."

I replied, "Panties, what panties?"

Jackson grinned and said, "We don't keep secrets from Misty or she cannot do her job. Show her the panties."

I knew I was busted. I could feel myself blush as I opened the robe and showed Misty the pink panties. I felt totally humiliated.

Misty was nice. "Those look so good on you Joe with your muscular body! That is the same brand Jackson used to buy for me before I got married. They are very sexy."

Jackson said, "Joe, tell Misty your shoe size. We will have some more surprises for you soon."

I told her, but I was still trying to get over the fact that I was wearing panties and everyone in the room knew it.

Misty left and we then had another glass of wine. I was mad that Jackson told Misty about the panties.

"Don't worry about Misty. She won't say a word to anyone about what goes on up here. Anyway, she already knew that I bought you the panties. It is not hard to figure that you would be wearing them."

"I trust Misty too, but it is so embarrassing." I said. 

"She may see more embarrassing things before this week is over!"

When it was time for bed, Jackson asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. I thought about it for a minute and said, "I would love to."

I assumed that when I said I would sleep with him that I was agreeing that he could fuck me with that giant cock. I was scared, but I wanted to do whatever he wanted.

Jackson slept naked and he wanted me to be in just my panties. I assumed that a dick would be up my ass for the first time before long. 

However, Jackson had me suck his cock again and swallow his cum again. I think I managed to go a tiny bit deeper. I know I made him cum. I know that I came again in my panties just from the thrill of having his beautiful cock in my mouth. I slept like a baby.

I woke Jackson up with another blow job. His cum was like candy. I also was discovering that I loved to be called names while I sucked Jackson's dick. It made me hard or harder every time he did it. He could tell I loved it.

While I had Jackson's big dick in my mouth, he said, "Joe, you are a such a good cocksucker!"

Being called a cocksucker gave me this warm, submissive feeling and I moaned quietly. But, Jackson heard my moan and said, "Joe, you love to be complimented on your cocksucking, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You love having a dick in your mouth, don't you, Joe?"

"Yes."

"You are my new bitch, aren't you, Joe?"

"Yes, Jackson." I said as I moaned again.

This excited both of us and he soon filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed his cum and stayed in bed with Jackson for a while feeling like I did the first time I was in love. 

We hung around the gigantic penthouse and had a nice breakfast. The rain was pouring and it was obvious that no golf would be played. We read the papers and checked emails and had a leisurely morning.

In the afternoon, Jackson suggested that we go down to work out and then get in the big indoor hot tub. I thought that sounded like fun, so we gathered our gear and headed to the gym. After a hard workout, Jackson and I rinsed off quickly in a shower and headed to the hot tub.

The hot tub was big and was next to a big indoor pool. The pool area had quite a few people from my bank hanging around drinking and swimming. I recognized quite a few people. The hot tub had 10 or so people in it, mostly women.

My boss' wife, Carol, was in the hot tub talking to other middle aged women who looked familiar to me from various firm functions. A few of the women were attractive and looked good in their bathing suits. I said hi to Carol and her friends and introduced Jackson to them as we entered the hot bubbly water. It was interesting to watch these married women devour Jackson with their eyes as he entered the water.

Jackson was carrying on a conversation with the women and charming them as we gingerly entered the hot water. We took seats next to each other as Jackson continued to talk to the ladies. Several of them looked like they would fuck him in the hot tube if he asked.

I took my seat next to Jackson a normal distance from another man . Jackson casually grabbed my leg under the water and pulled me toward him. I tried to move closer without anyone noticing that I was sitting too close to another man.




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I felt very self-conscious about sitting so close to Jackson in the hot tub. Our legs were touching and I would have never sat that close to a guy unless it was very crowded or something. But, I sat right where Jackson wanted me to sit.

Soon, under the water hidden by the bubbles, Jackson grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. My cock got hard as soon as I touched it. I could feel that big thick monster getting hard in my hand. I looked around the hot tub hoping that none of the women talking to Jackson could see what I was doing.

I kept rubbing the big cock and was getting more and more excited. My cock felt like it would bust out of my bathing suit.

Jackson casually leaned over to me and said, "Take my cock out."

I didn't know how to do that without it being obvious that I was playing with his crotch. I thought about it for a minute and then slid into the middle of the hot tub for a minute and when I returned to my seat I put my hand up the leg of Jackson's swim suit and pulled his cock out of the leg of the suit. You need a big cock for that to work, but Jackson's bare cock was now in my hand.

I loved it. I was jacking off Jackson's hard cock under the water while he talked to a big group of women in the spa. I thought one woman looked at me a little funny, but I did not slow down.

I was really enjoying myself when Jackson turned to me and said, "Joe, I will buy drinks for us and all of these ladies if you will run over to that bar and find the waitress."

I did not want to stand up out of the water with my hard cock sticking straight out. However, I felt like I couldn't say no in front of these people. So, I let go of Jackson's cock, tried to move my hard dick to the side and stood up. 

I tried to move quickly, but I am afraid that several of the women saw my hard-on as I went to the bar. I found the waitress and we all started drinking. Jackson provided the entertainment for the entire hot tub. I provided Jackson with a hand job as he spoke to the group. His thick cock felt great in my hand.

After a few drinks, Jackson and I were sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to the women. Jackson leaned over to me and whispered that he wanted me to go to one of the dressing rooms with him. I nodded yes.

We stood up together and Jackson directed me to one of the dressing rooms right off the pool area. The doors were visible from the hot tub and pool. I had a raging hard-on and I knew that Jackson's cock was hard since it had been in my hand a minute or two before we stood up.

Jackson had his hand on the small of my back directing me. I felt like this was an action he would do with a girl he was escorting. It made me uncomfortable for all of my business associates and their wives to see me walking like this with Jackson. As we walked toward the dressing room, I knew that I would soon be sucking Jackson's big gorgeous cock.

We walked to one of the doors to a dressing room and went inside. The room was very small. It was about the size of a changing room at a clothing store.

As soon as we closed the door, he said, "Suck my cock, Joe."

I was worried about what everyone would think after seeing us walk into the little dressing room together. But Jackson said, "Pull out my cock and suck it, Joe."

I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his swim suit. His huge cock was only partially hard, but still almost hit me in the face. I started licking it. 

I knew that it was obvious that something funny was going on when two men went into a small dressing room together, but I wanted Jackson's cock so badly I did not care. I slipped the head of his hard cock into my mouth and began to suck.

I pulled my hard cock out of my bathing suit as I bobbed up and down on Jackson's dick. I loved having his fat cock in my mouth. I was focusing on trying to take as much as possible down my throat.

As I sucked his cock, Jackson said, "You are becoming such a good cocksucker!"

I moaned as he called me a cocksucker. I felt my dick stiffen as he said it.

"You like being a cocksucker, don't you, Joe?"

I tried to say yes, but with his big dick in my mouth, I could only mumble something that sounded vaguely like yes.

"You love being on your knees like a faggot, don't you, Joe."

I moaned again and tried to answer yes. I did not know until that moment how much I liked being called names as I sucked a cock. Of course, I was new to sucking cock. The humiliation of having a dick in my mouth as I was called degrading names was so exciting for me that I was on the verge of cumming every time he called me a nasty name.

"Tell me you are my cocksucking faggot."

I pulled the dick out of my mouth and said, "I am your cocksucking faggot."

"Tell me you will do anything for me."

I pulled the dick out of my mouth again and said, "I will do anything for you, Jackson." Then, I lost my head and said, "I love you Jackson!"

As the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I had just lost control for a second and let my inner most feelings out. Jackson gave me a funny look and rammed his big dick back in my mouth. I decided I didn't care that I had just told a man that I loved him despite the fact I was married to a woman I loved. I sucked quicker and harder trying to please Jackson with my mouth.

"I am going to come all over your face, faggot"

I moaned again as he called me a faggot and I was pleased that I was about to make my man come. Then, his cock came out of my mouth and sprayed warm cum all over my face. I felt so feminine and submissive as I let him cum on me with his big beautiful cock.

I am not sure when, but sometime or another, I came all over the floor of the dressing room. I was so excited by this activity and being called names that I could not come close to controlling myself.

I started to wipe the cum off of my face when Jackson said, "Stop, Joe. I want you to go back to the hot tub with my cum on your face. People will know you are my bitch."

I felt my cock twitch as he called me his bitch, but I could not go out to the pool area with cum on my face. I worked for these people. It would be humiliating.

"Please, Jackson," I said, "I will do whatever you want, but don't make me go out there with cum on my face."

I was terrified that Jackson would make me talk to my business associates with his cum on my face. I felt like crying because I knew I would ultimately do what Jackson wanted. However, he must have realized how frightened I was because he gave me a break.

"Just swallow the cum off of your face in here," he said. "You will feel like a whore licking up my cum."

I eagerly started scooping his sperm into my mouth and eating it. I was so relieved and I loved his cum in my mouth. Jackson watched for a few minutes smiling and said, "You are such a little slut!"

With that, Jackson pulled up his swim suit and walked out of the dressing room. I pulled up my suit and tried to wipe up my cum on the floor and the remaining cum on my face with my hand. 

I was worried that everyone at the pool knew or could guess that I had been sucking dick. I was afraid I would be fired or at least branded as a cocksucker for the rest of my banking career. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I would be protected by some law or company rule that prevented discrimination against gays. Then, I thought, "I am not gay! I am married!"

Then, it crossed my mind that some of my bosses would be pleased that I was sucking the dick of a billionaire. I knew I had to go face the music and just hoped for the best.

I took a deep breath and walked out the door hoping that I had eaten all of Jackson's cum on my face and in my hair. As I did, I was relieved to see Jackson standing at the bar. I quickly walked over to join him hoping that nobody would notice me coming out of the dressing room.

"Joe, that was great!" said Jackson. "Here are our drinks. Head over to the hot tub and I will join you in a second." He then answered a phone call on his cell phone.

I took a big drink of my cocktail and headed toward the hot tub full of company people. I saw all of the women who had been chatting with us. I then saw my boss' wife. I was dying.

I quickly sat in the hot tub and tried to avoid eye contact. I felt humiliated as I got some funny looks from some of the women. The older, attractive woman who seemed so interested in Jackson was talking and laughing with my boss' wife, Carol.

I sat there not talking to anyone for a few minutes when Carol said, "Joe, can we speak to you over here for just a second. 

I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to make a scene by refusing to go. When I got near them, the older attractive woman said, "Joe, you have sperm on your face. After you go down on a guy, you need to look in the mirror before you go back in public."

I said, "I didn't go down on anyone!"

Carol laughed and said, "Joe, honey, you went in a dressing room with an attractive man and you came out with cum on your cheek and in your hair. It is pretty obvious what you have been doing. We were just trying to help you by letting you know you need to clean yourself up."

I felt myself blush. "Thanks." I said. "I appreciate the thought. Please, don't tell anyone what you saw."

Carol said, "We don't care what you do in private, Joe. Does your wife know you are gay?"

"I am not gay!" I whispered. 

"Okay, Joe." Carol said. "Does your wife know you do things that cause you to have another man's cum all over you?"

I couldn't argue with that question and quietly said, "No, I didn't know either until this trip."

Carol smiled and said, "A handsome guy like that has caused a lot of people to get down on their knees."

"Please don't tell anyone, Carol."

Carol looked around and said, "Joe, a lot of people probably saw you go into the dressing room with Jackson. It is probably too late."

The other woman laughed and said, "Don't worry, honey. My husband runs the bank and he wishes more guys would suck off rich hedge fund managers!"

I looked at her in shock and said, "Are you Mrs. Goldman?"

"Yes."

I closed my eyes and saw my career flying out of the window as I said, "Great. I may as well resign."

"Don't worry about it, Joe," said Mrs. Goldman. "Lots of women have done a lot worse to get a big client."

"I didn't do it to get business!"

The women looked at each other and Mrs. Goldman said, "So, I guess you just like to be covered in cum?"

I closed my eyes again and didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Goldman said, "It is okay, Joe. My husband will be thrilled that you are working on this relationship no matter why you are doing it."

"Can you please keep it to yourself?"

"We'll see." Mrs. Goldman said. I was sure I was going to be fired.

About then, Jackson came over and told me that we needed to go back to his room. I practically ran out of the hot tub to join him.

"Did everyone notice that you sucked my cock, Joe?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know, but the wives of my boss and the president of the entire bank noticed your cum on me."

"Did it make you feel like a little slut to have people see you with my cum on your face? I bet you liked having those women know that you are my cocksucker."

I hadn't really thought of it that way and I did like the feeling I got when I thought about people knowing that I was sucking Jackson's cock. I thought about it a second and said, "If I don't get fired, I may like the idea of people finding out what I have been doing."

"You won't get fired as long as you are my special friend," said Jackson.

He said it with such confidence, I believed it. I also knew myself well enough to know that I would not stop sucking his cock as long as he was offering it to me.

Jackson and I spent the rest of the day in our giant suite. We then had a nice dinner in one of the hotel restaurants. After dinner, we were drinking some more excellent red wine. I was never going to be satisfied with my $15 bottles I usually purchased back home again.

Jackson had me change into my white panties we sat on the couch with my head in his lap. Then, he said, "Joe, I have some more gifts for you."

He took me to the kitchen table where a stack of gift wrapped boxes were located. He told me to open them and said, "These are really gifts for both of us. I can't wait to see you in these!"

I opened the boxes and found 4 pairs of high heel women's shoes in colors to match my new panties. I also was given thigh high stockings in colors that matched my new panties and high heels. All of the gifts were obviously expensive and in my size.

I have always liked women in thigh high stockings and high heels. I bought some for my sexy wife. Wearing panties was surprisingly fun and I was pretty sure that I would like the new gifts too.

Jackson said, "Misty has arranged for a woman from the hotel's spa to come up and give you a shave. She should be here soon."

I didn't understand until Jackson told me that he thought I would look better with all of the hair below my waist shaved. I liked that idea, but I wondered how I would explain it to my wife.

A few minutes later, a young blonde woman came in and took me to the tub in the master suite to give me a complete shave. Jackson watched as she stripped me and shaved my pubic hair and legs. Then, Jackson suggested that she shave my entire body. I agreed, so the for the first time since puberty, my skin was smooth.

As soon as the spa woman left, I went to try on my new outfits. I picked the all white combination. I felt very sexy as I pulled on my new stockings. My cock looked great shaven.

Even I have to admit that I looked tall, slim and sexy in the high heels and stockings. My cock was hard as a rock. I came out of my room and modeled for Jackson. He loved the look.

It was hard to walk in the shoes, but the look was awesome. I was already pretty tall and thin, but in the very high heels, I looked like a high end call girl from the waist down. I noticed that Jackson's cock was hard. I was unreasonably happy that I made his dick hard.

We had a glass of wine or two and I confessed to Jackson, "I thought when I agreed to sleep with you that you were going to fuck me in the ass. I was really relieved that you just wanted oral!"

Jackson looked a little surprised and said, "So, when you said you would sleep with me you were saying that you were ready to be fucked?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, what are we waiting for? You look like you are ready to fuck and now I know you want my cock up your ass."

"Okay"

He took me to the bedroom and had me get on all fours on the bed. I was afraid his big thick cock was going to rip me in half, but I loved the thought of Jackson being inside me. He used lots of lube and was surprisingly gentle at first. 

I don't know why I was afraid of anal sex, but I have always had a high pain threshold. The big cock hurt some, but I started to feel like it was a challenge like playing with pain in a football game. I took it like a man(or maybe like a woman).

As soon as Jackson knew that I could take it, he started driving that big dick deeper and deeper into me. I loved it. Even when it hurt, I loved it. I was being fucked for the first time. I started to moan and groan loudly. 

Jackson said, "Joe, you are officially a faggot now that you are bent over and taking a cock up your sissy ass! Tell me you are a faggot!"

"I am a faggot!"

Cum started involuntarily coming out of my cock when he jammed his cock deep inside me. I felt like such a sissy with my ass up in the air and my head down on the bed. I felt like a whore and loved it!

"I am your whore, Jackson! Use me, baby!"

He started fucking me harder and harder and faster and faster. I was moaning so loud that people could probably hear me outside the suite. 

After I had cum so much, I could not possibly cum anymore, Jackson moaned and filled my ass with cum. 

He rolled off of me and asked me to gently lick his cock clean. I did not hesitate to take his cock into my mouth and lick it clean. 

For the next day or so, the rain continued and I practiced being Jackson's bitch. I hung around the suite almost all of the time and usually wore just panties, stockings and the high heels. I spent quite a bit of time trying to learn to walk in spike heels. It wasn't easy, but I was learning. I came to think that I looked good in the high heels.

Jackson came and went during the day. But when he was around, I would frequently suck or fuck him. I became obsessed with his big cock. Occasionally, I would wonder what in the world I was doing, but I liked that cock so much that it was all I really wanted. I was avoiding calls from my wife.

On Friday morning, I quietly got out of bed and slipped on my matching pink outfit. I had on the heels, stockings and panties. In the living room of the suite, I bent over the back of the couch with my legs straight and looked at mirror. The bottom half of me looked like a sexy girl in pink lingerie. My cock was hard as a rock and sticking out of my pink panties.

I called out loudly for Jackson without changing positions. I called several times for him. Jackson walked out of the bedroom naked. His big cock was soft, but swinging between his legs.

I said, "Please fuck me, Jackson!" 

He replied, "You look nasty, Joe. I would love to fuck you, but I have a meeting in a few minutes."

"Fuck the meeting. You have time to fuck me! I will make you cum quickly!"

"Okay," he said, "But I don't think we have time for this."

"Just give me that dick, man!"

I jumped down on my knees and started licking and sucking Jackson's big cock. It was rapidly getting hard. I then started bobbing my head on his cock feeling like a submissive girl as I did.

After a few minutes of sucking, Jackson said, "Lie face down on the floor, Joe. I am going to pound your ass."

I quickly went to the floor. I loved the anticipation as Jackson pulled down my panties and mounted me. I felt his hard cock between my cheeks as he climbed on top of me. Then, he raised up a little and slowly put his cock up my ass.

This was the first time we had tried this prone position. I felt like I was being impaled, but I was so horny, I loved it. 

Jackson was clearly horny too. He normally took it slowly at first, but this time he just started pounding my ass. 

I loved the sensation of my hard cock getting jammed into the floor by Jackson's pounding.

"Tell me you are my whore, Joe!"

"I am your whore! Fuck me! Use me!"

I heard a sound near the door, but at most I figured it was Misty or the housekeeper. At that moment, I didn't care if they saw me or heard me. In fact, it crossed my mind that it would be hot if lovely Misty saw this.

I moaned loudly and screamed, "I am your faggot Jackson! Fuck me harder with that big cock!"

About that time, I felt Jackson slow up and raise up a little. I looked up to see Misty standing in the room with Mr. and Mrs. Goldman. They looked shocked.

Jackson said to the Goldmans, "Sorry about this. How would it be if I meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes?"

I panicked and started wiggling around trying to get Jackson's cock out of my ass so I could get up and run. After some struggle, Jackson figured out what I was trying to do and let me get up. However, getting up did not improve things. I was standing there in high heels and stockings with lace pink panties at my knees. My cock was embarrassingly hard and sticking straight out.

"Sorry Mr. Goldman! I did not know you were coming to visit. Let me go change and I will come to the meeting with Jackson." 

I reached down to pull up my panties so that I could try to run in the high heels to the bedroom. Mrs. Goldman was staring at the hard cocks on display and smiling.

Goldman looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Don't bother coming to the meeting. I can't keep an employee when I know he is having sex with a client. That is especially true when the client is as important as Mr. Jennings. I can't look the other way when I have seen it in person. You will need to find another job, Joe."



Seduced by a Friend



This is my account of my first sexual encounter. I was very fully developed with a pedigree at all types of sports and games. I was generally regarded as the local sports hero and I just lived for my next sporting event. I had been through the wet dreams and other nightly emission sequences which were unexpected but had been exciting, and I was dealing with this new and exciting side to my life in the usual way of playing around with myself and seeing the cum shoot out of me like a rocket. During the change period from winter to summer sports I had a couple of weekends with not a great deal to do except train and I did this in the mornings so it left the rest of the day just studying or lying around. My mother was getting a bit sick of seeing me moping around so suggested that I go and visit a friend who lived a couple of streets away from me.

I knew Howard fairly well as we caught the same bus to college but he was at one college and I was at another about one mile away, he was also older than me by about eighteen months. Apparently his mother had been complaining to my mother about the fact that Howard was always on his own and did not have any close friends to play sports and games with (if she only knew how he played with me after this first day she wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic). The result was that‚I was to go to his house and keep him company while his mother and father were away for the afternoon and early evening due to his father having to attend a his works social function.

I went up to his house and was welcomed by Howard and taken to his room. . We did the usual male bonding things for a bit and played some board games etc. Then ‚Howard turned the subject around to sex and asked had I ever had an erection and did I wank myself off. I had never heard the word wank so did not understand what he was asking me about‚ he then explained about how your prick got stiff and what he then did to it. I then understood what he was going on about and said  I had done that a few times. He wanted to know if I shot off as he called it and had I had anything else happen to me. I told him about my wet dreams and how I had awoken in the mornings with the hair on my stomach matted with cum. I then told him I had wanked quite a few times. 

This really excited him and he asked me if it happened often. I told him it had only happened once or twice a week, so he then suggested we should have a look at each other‘s pricks and perhaps we could show each other how we played with ourselves. I was not embarrassed about showing what I had as I was always in the showers and was permanently naked in showers and changing rooms, but ‚ I did say ‚ I didn‘t know about playing with each other. He said we would just play with ourselves and he would teach me what to do if he could see I was doing anything to myself that was the wrong way to give myself the most pleasure.

I said OK and, as we only had sports shorts and Tee shirts on, it did not take long to whip off our shorts. He said as he was pulling his shorts off that he was already had a hard on and so it proved as they came down. I was quite shocked as he was only about 5 inches long (I was about seven inches), but he was really thick and his prick was not round but a perfect oval shape and it was well over 2 inches plus across the width. It looked as if it had been flattened by something but it was as hard as a rock and he started to stroke it slowly. He told me to do the same with mine so‚ I made a start at getting my prick erect.

He immediately spotted his chance to touch me, as he said I was not doing it right and I had not pulled the foreskin right back.

He showed me how to do it by pulling his own foreskin right back, he then caught hold of my prick and pulled the skin right back.  As soon as he had my prick in his hand he then started to pay me compliments about how long I was and it would be the ideal shape for breaking in all the virgin girls we could find. He suggested we could work as a pair, I would open them up deep and he could stretch them wide with his very wide prick. All the time he was telling me about what we could do to all these girls he was slowly stroking my cock, I was hard as a rock, my imagination running riot, and getting very excited. 

He could see my excitement and started to tell me how he had been taught to do all sorts of things by his friend John. John was a guy who had gone to sea as a midshipman at seventeen and only occasionally came home after six-month tours of duty. I didn’t know all that was implied by that tale at that time. To be fair I don’t think he knew a hell of a lot more, but he had been used and abused by John and now he was going to do the same to me, as he was totally into male sex. He described how John had both wanked and sucked him off. I asked him what he meant by being sucked off and he said John had taken Howard’s prick into his mouth and sucked and sucked it like you would a lollipop until Howard had shot all his spunk into John’s mouth. He then said that John had then told him to lie on his side and pull his knees up to his shoulders. Howard then said to me he would show me what happened next, if I would get into the same position that he had described 

I was not too happy about this sudden change of tactic but I now had a raging hard on that would not go away.  As he promised to suck me off after he had shown me what John did to him, I agreed to let him show me, as the thought of someone sucking me off was really quite a turn on. I lay on my side and pulled my knees up to my shoulders positioning myself as he had described. He got behind me also lying on his side mirroring my position, he then started to rub his cock along the crease of my arse.  I asked him what he was doing rubbing his prick along my arse as it wasn’t doing anything for me and I thought he was pissing on my arse as it had started to get wet. 

He said it was his precum and I should just stay where I was. He then stopped rubbing his cock up and down my crack and started to push the tip of his cock against the hole of my arse. That started to hurt me and‚ told him to stop doing that to me. He only said just keep very still now and I could feel him tense as he shoved as hard as he could against the sphincter muscle of my ring piece.  The pressure on the rim af my arse was terrible and I just let out a yell, as I did so he thrust again and the head of his cock wedged itself up my arse. The head of his prick was now firmly wedged in my arse, the pain was unbelievable and I shouted at him to take it out. My muscles were reacting and my body started to shake involuntarily. The whole of my rectal area was in unbelievable pain, the muscles were contracting and it felt as though someone was shoving a rough, massive piece of wood up my arse. 

Instead of pulling out he shoved it in a bit further, I think he must have got his prick half way into my arse so‚ I had at least three inches up me. I could not take the pain any more and I started to twist myself off his prick, he was yelling at me to stay still as I would hurt him, but I could no longer keep this thing inside me. The pain was too great to bear and with one huge turn ‚ I twisted myself off his prick. I heard the loudest plop you could imagine as my arse got clear of his prick, and then he started moaning in pain. I had bent his rock hard prick whilst freeing myself from him. He rolled about in agony for a while and I started to feel guilty about what I had done to him. He started to ease down out of his pain and I said I was sorry, but I couldn’t take that sort of pain.

 To my surprise he said it was his entire fault and I could do it to him instead. He explained that‚I had not been wet enough and, as I didn’t like it up me I could have my chance at him. I should have said no but, I had got myself into a frame of mind that said my prick would go in anything as long as it got some satisfaction and, as I saw it, the chance to give him the same pain he had given me. I agreed to do it to him, I told him I had never done it before but if he would get into the same position‚ I would try to do it to him. He then took me completely by surprise as he explained that what he had not done for me was to wet himself up enough. He then told me to lie on my back and he took my prick in his mouth, giving me my first blow-job. I got really wet as he dribbled all over my prick and my precum started to flow. He then said I was ready to fuck his arse and he put himself in the same position he had made me adopt. He then told me to shove it up his arse slowly but firmly. 

I started to do just that but I experienced how it felt to enter the hole as very tight muscle prevented easy entry but I shoved very hard and pushed through very firmly. Once I had got the head of my prick through the muscle it went in very easily and‚ I very quickly had my full slender seven inches in him right up to the hilt. I was surprised that I had got it in so easily after all the pain I had received, but once it was in I went at him like a rabbit. At my level of experience I had no idea about holding back or self-control so within a minute‚ I had shot my load into his arse. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done, my mind seemed to explode, my prick kept pumping and throbbing, and he kept squeezing his muscles and his arse cheeks so that he milked my cock of all my cum.

 After I had finished and had lain back from him he told me that I was a natural and that I could be very good. He told me he was used to taking a bigger prick than mine and that was why it went in so easy for me. He told me that John had fucked him many times and he was at least nine inches long and very thick. He told me tales about how John had taken him and how he had taken John. As he was telling me the tales he kept giving me a good gentle stroking with his hand for quite a few minutes. When I again started to react to the heady thoughts of sex and the slow stroking of my prick he went back down on me, getting me half hard very quickly.  I was now grateful to him and starting to get turned on again so he started to press the right buttons about the fact that now I had done it to him perhaps I should learn how to do a blowjob for him. How could I refuse? He had let me do what I wanted to him so I felt that somehow I should return the compliment  and give him a blowjob. 

So down I went, not really knowing what to do but trying to imitate what he had done to me. He told me how to roll my tongue around the head of his prick and use the tip under the head of the prick and across the glans. This seemed to do the trick and he got even harder and started to thrust his fat prick down my throat. I was starting to enjoy this and was gaining confidence. I felt in control and started to suck and wank him, but he was the one who knew what he was about.  As his prick became wetter with his precum and my saliva he started adjusting our positions. He told me to lie on my back so that he could kneel above me and push his prick down my throat easier. We moved and he showed me how much easier it was for him to get down my throat. I was having trouble stretching my mouth around his wide prick, but he wasn’t too long so I wasn’t really gagging on it. 

He then wanted me to raise my butt so that he could also suck me. To do this he stuffed some pillows under my lower back and then got into the sixty-nine position. He then started to give me the same blow-job as I was giving him. As I started to enjoy this new sensation he took his prick out of my mouth and rotated his body so that he was between my legs at the same time keeping my prick in his mouth and still giving me a blow-job. He then took his mouth away and said to me his prick was now soaking wet and he had dribbled his saliva down my balls and around my arse. He inserted one finger into my arse to show how wet I was down there, and declared he was going to fuck me. 

I begged him not to as it had hurt so much before, but I was now totally exposed to him. My butt was in the air and he was between my legs, his arms holding my legs up in the air. He started to shove in, and once again there was intense pressure on my sphincter muscle as his thick prick strained to get into my now very wet arse. The muscle gave way and he started to make slow progress into my very sore hole. I could feel the walls of my arse slowly opening as he pushed his way further into me and the muscle was giving way and then wrapping itself back around his invading prick. 

He had learned from the first time he had tried to fuck me, and he now paused once he had got in about the same distance as he had done the first time. He eased out about half an inch and then he pushed in about threequarters of an inch. He kept doing the half-inch out three-quarters in routine until I started to feel a pressure that was also making the end of my prick start to twitch. He had worked his way up to my prostate and I was starting to feel the excitiment of the male G spot. So I was still feeling the pain but at the same time my erection was starting to come back and my prick was getting hard. He saw the growing prick and knew I was getting excited so he buried himself up to the hilt in my arse. He then proceeded to slowly ease his way in and out until he had put so much precum in me that he was sliding in easily. 

I was now well into this action and my prick was again as hard as a rock. The constant rubbing of my prostate was exciting me to such an extent that the head of my prick was constantly twitching. I could feel myself getting slowly toward a climax. Howard could not keep it going as I was still very tight and he had done really well to last as long as he did. With three quick thrusts, which both took my breath away and seemed to push him even deeper into me he started to come deep inside my arse. I could feel his prick expand inside me as shot after shot of his spunk flew deep into my body. My muscles reacted to his expansion by contracting around his prick without me making any effort, and not even understanding what my body was doing. I was effectively milking him of all his cum. His last shot made him quiver as he slowly withdrew from my engorged hole, and as he withdrew I shot a load of cum all over my stomach.

We rested up after the deflowering of my virgin hole, I had been well and truly fucked and Howard told me to poke my fingers around my arse to see how wide I had become. I could not believe the size of my hole, I could get three fingers in with no effort. He then said to me there was one more thing I had to do before we finished our session. I asked him what more I had to do, he had got everything he could get from me. He said I had only partly sucked him off before he had fucked my arse, he wanted me to fully suck him off and swallow his spunk, and then I would be truly broken in as he had been by John. As I had quite enjoyed the oral sex bit I agreed to do so after we had cleaned up and had a rest. 

After cleaning up I went straight down on him and started to give him as good a blow-job as I could. As I had him on his back and I had been working on him for some time my mouth started to ache so I slowly inserted two fingers up into his hole and started to slowly push them in and out whilst I kept on blowing him. He really went wild and jammed his throbbing prick down the back of my throat. I kept the finger pressure up with one hand whilst I used the other to slowly wank the base of his prick. I could feel the glans around his prick start to pulse as he got ready to shoot his load. He thrust himself deeper into my mouth and suddenly he was shooting his spunk down my throat. I couldn’t swallow all of it and it started to choke me as I wasn’t used to it, it started to dribble out of my lips and down my face, but I did my best to hold down all I could.

Howard said he was very pleased that I had done all he wanted me to do and that I could do anything I wanted, as I was so good. He said he would tell John all about what had happened and how good I was. This was a wrong move on both our parts and it led us into more depravity and pain that we could ever imagine----- but that is another story.

Yorie