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Shaking

By: CathyO1955



He had me write him a story, about what I wanted to happen in our next time together. I had to think about it for a while. My real time experience was so limited, and I almost didn't know what to write. I thought about pieces of all my stories, little memories of things I had experienced, and was ready to write it down for him.

He liked the story, and said we would enact it Wednesday night. I couldn't wait. He told me to have everything laid out like in the story, and to be kneeling in my leopard print nightgown, waiting for him.

That morning I reread the story, and it made me shiver all over. It was if it were written by someone else. My writing feels that way sometimes. Sometimes I reread things and think, wow, I wrote that? It's hard to believe those words came from me. It was exciting and arousing to read the words. I imagined him touching me later, just like in the story. 

The day was long and busy. I came home at lunch and read the story again, anticipating our time together. Finally it was time to come home, and I rushed around, getting cleaned up, then I sat down and read the story again. I wanted everything to be set up correctly. I put the ping pong paddle and the wrist cuffs on the little table next to the recliner. I moved the other table next to the computer out of the way, to give him more room to play with me. I put the vibrator, lube, clothes pins, and leather slapper next to the bed on the dresser. I removed some of the pillows on the bed, so I could lay flatter when he bound me there. I put a glass of ice cubes by the bed. Finally everything was ready, including me.

I sat on the couch, put some music on the stereo, and waited. I took deep breaths, calming myself, my body so ready for this, for him.

I heard the screen door open, and then his two knocks, just like he said he would. I quickly knelt on the cushion. I could feel my body trembling in excitement. He came in, carrying a bag of I imagined toys. He greeted Lucy, then came over to me. He didn't speak, he just walked around me, looking at me. I wanted him so much to be pleased by what he saw. 

He moved behind me, and began kissing my shoulders and neck, his fingers playing with my hair, his body pressed against me. I loved how he felt; big, solid, warm behind me, his hands so gentle as he touched me. I loved this ritual of his, the kissing and licking of my neck. I could feel shivers racing over my skin, my body jerking slightly as he licked the sensitive spots. I could feel my body relaxing for him.

He continued this for a while, letting me relax, softening me up, letting the anticipation build slowly. His hands traveled over me.

I sat here, struggling to remember what happened next. I know he put his hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head down as I had written in the story. His hand was on my bottom, caressing me. I know at one point he sat in the recliner, and I knelt between his thighs, and he kissed me ravenously. I felt myself melting into the deep wet kisses. Then I knew he was kneeling beside me, his hand pressing my head down, holding my hair in his fist. His other hand was on my bottom, and he tugged the panties up into me, just like I wrote about. God, it felt so good. The panties were satin and lace, zebra print, black and white, my favorite. I had put on a CD I really liked, and the really slow sexy blusey song came on.I could feel my hips moving to the music unconsciously. It was a slow, erotic song. He spanked me, lightly, letting me adjust to the pain. His hands were magic on my skin. 

Moving the panties aside, he plunged his finger into me. I could feel how wet I was. He reached under me to fondle my breasts briefly, but they were not the focus of his attention. I had my head down on my arms, my bottom raised high up, my nightgown lifted to my waist. He kept spanking me, alternating spanking and fondling my pussy. 

He clutched my hair at one point, and lifted me up for a long deep kiss. He whispered in my ear, "Do you like that, my little slut?" Jesus, those words went right through me. They sounded like I had always imagined they would when said to me. I could only hiss, "Yessss."

It all blurs together, him kneeling next to me, and him sitting in the recliner, me in the same position, my head down, ass up, pussy open. He slid the panties down over my hips and down my thighs. It felt wonderful having them just clinging to my thighs, knowing my bottom was bare now. 

He kept spanking me, I know that. My bottom was heating up, getting warm and pink. He spanked that tender spot, right at the curve of hip and thigh. My body was jerking and I was moaning and groaning. It felt soo damn good. I never understand why I like to be spanked, I just revel in it.

He had me raise up, and he went to sit on the couch. He asked me if I had a toy I wanted to share with him. I crawled over to the little table, and grabbed the ping pong paddle and wrist cuffs. I knelt between his thighs, and kissed the paddle, then offered it to him. It felt so right doing that. I handed him the wrist cuffs, and he set them aside. He lightly spanked my nipples and breasts with the paddle, then told me to lay over his lap. I had to remove the panties from one leg, then I draped myself over his lap, my upper body on the couch, my one leg straight, the other bent and kneeling on the cushion. I wish I could explain how good it felt to be laying there like that. 

He took one of the wrist cuffs and put it on my left wrist. I gripped my hands together, but he did not attach the second cuff. I settled myself on his lap, and waited. His hands stroked over my body, moving the nightgown up higher around my waist. 

He began tapping me lightly all over with the paddle. The rough textured rubber of the paddle scraped lightly over my skin as he steadily increased the tempo of the swats. I was writhing on his lap, groaning and squealing, making little noises of pleasure, my face buried in the couch. I could feel my skin heating up, getting warmer then hotter. He would swat for a while, steadily, then a final hard smack, then stop. My body would quiver and shake, I would gasp for breath, and feel my body shimmering and shaking. It was glorious. The kind of spanking I had always dreamed of, and come close to, but never this good. 

Again and again, he swatted, then rubbed my pussy with his fingers. He asked me if I was enjoying this, my little slut. I could only groan a harsh yessssssss. He spanked harder still, then put his fingers on me again. He teased me about how hard my clit was, how much it swelled when he did this to me. Then laughing, he teased about my clit hiding from him, telling it to come back out. My hips were twisting and jerking, trying to get more friction. Jesus, i was on fire. He then returned to the spanking. A series of rapid fire strokes, then a final heavy smack. Again, the shimmering shaking feeling as I tried to get my breath back. I can't find the words to describe that feeling. Your body trying to recover from the pain, the pleasure so intense you can't breathe, the combination of the two so exquisite it made me want to cry. He ran that paddle all along the inside of my cheeks, my pussy, my thighs, everywhere he could reach. He never hesitated, they were sure, solid swats. He never asked is I was alright, he didn't have to. He knew from my moans and groans that I was enjoying every swat. He told me that once, that he enjoyed that about me; how I truly enjoyed all the BDSM stuff, that he didn't have to be careful with me. I loved it.

My cheeks felt like they were on fire now, and I was squirming more. I found myself taking deep breaths, letting the pain flow through me, almost like a trance. For a few moments I couldn't feel the pain, just the pleasure. 

His hands massaged my cheeks, and he told me to get up. I did, clumsily, my body shaking, my eyes half closed, my cheeks flushed. He put me between his thick muscular thighs, and I encircled my arms around his neck. I melted against him, and he kissed me slowly. My body felt like a part of his somehow, that deep connection that got stronger every time he touched me. 

I felt weak and dazed still, and he had me stand up. He kissed me some more, his hands roaming over my body. I remember something he said, right before beginning the spanking. You like the feeling of being a possession, to be owned, don't you? I could only hiss a yessssssss, already feeling owned by him. I don't think he understood that was the reason why I stopped seeing the other Dom. It was a form of commitment on my part, not wanting another Dom to touch me now.

As I stood there, he stripped me, and had me step out of the nightgown and panties. It was a bold statement of our roles, my position, my submission; him clothed, me naked. My legs were unsteady and shaking. He put the other wrist cuff on then. His hands gently guided me and supported me. The memories are fuzzy here, not knowing exactly how long I stood there, feeling his hands on me. He explored my body with those wonderful hands, then told me to follow him. 

As we stood by the bed, he kissed me some more, and slipped the blindfold on me, then told me to lay on the bed, my head towards the headboard. I had already prepared the ropes, and they were laid out on the bed, solidly tied to the bed frame. I stretched out on the bed, crying out when my tender bruised bottom hit the bed. Gasping, I scooted over to the middle of the bed, gently settling my hips down on the bed.

I put my arms out, and he hooked me to the ropes. I loved the feeling, the first time bound by him. I felt safe, and secure, and ready. He arranged my feet, just like in the story I had written. Wide apart, my thighs open, my pussy wet and exposed. He went into the dining room, and I heard the bad he had brought in with him rustling softly. He returned to the foot of the bed, and wrapped soft rope around my left ankle. He ran the rope up over my inner thigh, then back around to my ankle, securing my leg. He moved to the other leg and did the same. I heard the bag rustling again, and I felt a shiver of anxiety rushing through me. I was helpless, vulnerable, naked, open, and yet I felt safe. I only felt a great sense of anticipation from deep in my body and heart, waiting for his touch. He then ran an ice cube over my body, circling my nipples a bit. I think that's what happened next, some memories are fuzzy. 

He moved between my thighs, and I felt his hand putting the vibrator on me. I almost jumped out of my skin. It felt like my vibrator, but being blind I could not tell. It just felt so good. He teased me with it, running it over my pussy and lips and clit, then back in me. I heard another bag rustling, and then the pinch of something on my pussy lips, then on my inner thighs. It was a sharp, intense pain, but bearable. I remember gasping as each was clipped on me. I had no idea what they were. 

He began to run the leather slapper over my body. I recognized the feel of it on my skin. Lightly, all up and down my body, then concentrating on my nipples and breasts. The swats were hard and fast, and the pain was strong. I found myself lunging up off the bed, not sure if I was thrusting my breasts at him or trying to get away from the slapper. My body was at fever pitch. He moved the vibrator in me again, in circles,rubbing on my clit, then the clips on my skin, making them vibrate as well. What a feeling. My hands were gripping the ropes tightly, and I was tugging. I loved that feeling for some reason. That delicious trapped feeling, knowing I was at his mercy. A lifetime of kidnap fantasies were being lived out in the flesh, finally.

I remember now, before he did anything, when I was tied, he whispered to me something about raping me, now that I was all bound like a good slut. I can't tell you what those words did to my insides. A quivering gasping feeling, the words I had longed to hear for so very long. He was tapping into my deepest, darkest fantasies with his words and thoughts. He did another round with the slapper, and removed the clips one at a time. A sharp pinch came with each one, making me cry out. That shimmering shuddering feeling swept over me again, the pain intense and erotic. 

He then removed the vibrator, and I felt his hot, wet mouth on me. Oh god, oh God, was all I could think. He leisurely licked and stroked me with his lips and tongue, driving me crazy. I could feel the orgasm building rapidly, my legs beginning to strain wider apart, my hands pulling on the ropes. I wondered what I looked like briefly, then realized I didn't care. It felt too good to worry about it.

He kept licking and sucking me, and it came over me; a strong, jerking orgasm, my hips bucking as he stayed with me, making it last for so long. He stopped briefly, then as I started to calm down a bit, he went at me again. I knew the second orgasm was right there, oh fuck, so close, and he teased me with light tender licks, driving me crazy. My legs were shaking again, spread so wide, reaching for that orgasm with everything in me. It hit, but it was weak and half there, and I felt like screaming. 

He kissed up my thigh, asking me if we missed. I said it was half there, but not all the way. He returned to my cunt, his mouth licking, his tongue lapping, oh fuck, I wanted to CUM. I strained hard, shaking, groaning, begging, please, oh god please. I wanted, needed just a bit more. I finally gave in and begged, harder, please God, please...... He attacked my pussy then, his moustache and goatee scraping deliciously, and I exploded again, harder, deeper this time. It felt so damn good. I collapsed on the bed, and he removed the ropes and cuffs. I removed the hot blindfold, my eyes closing against the light.

He lay down on the bed beside me. I snuggled as close as I could get, my thigh thrown over his, my arm around his waist. I clung to him as my anchor. My body was shaking still, shivering, jerking as he stroked me lightly. I sighed again and again as I tried to come down. His hand was so gentle on me, telling me this was the most important part. 

I didn't understand what was happening to my body. I felt like I was plugged into some electrical source, shivering and shaking. He stilled his hands, and I still shook, my hips thrusting in little jerks towards him. I couldn't calm down. I told him I couldn't come down, that I felt like he had turned on my switch, and I couldn't turn it off. He chuckled, said if I wanted more, he could surely accommodate me. I laughed, saying I felt like a dog, wanting to hump his leg. He said anything that works, that makes it feel better. I talked to him then, telling him about the night he came over late, and woke me, taking me, making me kneel at the edge of the bed, taking me from behind. I could feel my pussy clenching as I thought of that night. I shivered all over, my hips thrusting slightly, a lazy sexy motion.

I wanted, needed more. I ran my hand over his chest, then down his side, fondling him through his pants. He was hard, and I wanted him inside me more than I had ever wanted anything. I told him I would go to the bathroom, and he said he would take off his clothes. I winced as I sat down on the toilet, my bottom tender and aching. It felt wonderful. 

I returned to the bed, and he was laying on his back, naked and hard. I crawled up the bed to him, kissing him passionately, feeling my need for him flowing through me, hot and sweet. I kissed my way down his chest, sucking on a nipple for a moment, then lowering my mouth to his cock. I took all of it, feeling the head touching the back of my throat. I sucked hard on the way back up, the taste of him like ambrosia, making me whimper slightly. I licked and sucked him, feeling him harden more, my mouth wet and hot and hungry around him. His low groans were music to my ears. I nuzzled his balls briefly. I loved the way he smelled.

But I wanted him inside me, and I lay down next to him. My arms were shaking, and had barely supported me while I went down on him. He moved to get between my open thighs, and said if it hurt too much just tell him and we would change position. He fingered my pussy, and I knew I would need lube on me. He grabbed the bottle from the table by the bed, and lubed his beautiful cock, then drizzled some on my pussy. It was cool and felt wonderful. Then he sank into me slowly, and it was perfect. My hips arched up, my hands went to my knees to hold my legs apart. My thighs were screaming, the muscles shaking. 

He started to fuck me slowly. I watched his face, and I loved the expression he had. Concentrating, feeling me wrapped around him like a hot, wet, velvet fist. Suddenly, he moved the vibrator between us, rubbing it along my clit. I groaned. My hands were rubbing and clutching at his thighs. I moaned and told him how much I loved his thighs, so strong and thick and muscular. I knew the orgasm was right there, hovering, waiting. He moved his hand, leaving the vibe there, buzzing away. He was so very inventive, doing things to me that no one else ever had, touching places inside me that no one ever got close to.

He removed the vibrator, and I put my hand on my pussy. It was slick, hot, and aching. I rubbed my clit, and he started to fuck me harder, faster. I knew he was about to cum, and I rubbed my clit, trying not to gouge him with my long nails. He came suddenly, a harsh groan that sounded wonderful, and I felt his cum soaking me. He slid out, and I ran my fingers over my sopping pussy, and stroked my clit hard and fast. I came quickly, and so damn hard. My body bucked half off the bed, my thighs pressing hard against his, lifting my hips up as I convulsed over and over. I stroked slowly, milking every aftershock from my body, then collapsed on the bed. 

He lay next to me, panting, laughing, saying I was a sexual tyranosaurus rex, no mere mortal could keep up. I laughed, curling up next to him. Now the switch is off, I said. I felt limp and bruised and battered and beautiful. I pressed soft kisses to his damp chest. I could smell his cum and mine. I chuckled and said cum makes a great lube. Something about rubbing his cum into my pussy when I came felt so good. He held me, caressing me, and we talked for a while. I could feel my eyelids drooping, my body sated and lazy. I was simply, his.

Shaking by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2005

Shaking Hands



In bed that night, when her boyfriend reached for her, she thought about Matt, how he never kissed her on the cheek like some of her male friends, but always shook her hand. His hand was warm and firm, strong from working with his tools, and always held hers a little longer than was necessary. This was why she thought he might rather be kissing her. That and his eyes, so brown and intense, which seemed to glow when he looked at her, before ducking away in embarrassment when she met his gaze. Tonight she had squeezed his hand as they said goodbye and he'd started and bit his lip. It was kind of fun having this effect on an attractive man.

Her boyfriend came up behind her in the bed and she felt his cock against her back, rubbing slightly between the cheeks of her ass. She smiled to herself and reached back to grab his cock. This, she thought, is how it should be with Matt. She imagined going to his workshop without her boyfriend, how worried and yet thrilled Matt would be. She'd take his hand to shake it and then, without warning, spin into his arms, still holding his hand, her back up against him.

There, she would whisper to him, isn't this what you wanted. She would reach back behind her and sneak her free hand into the waistband of his jeans, grip the cock that she knew would already be hard for her, and squeeze. Now he wouldn't hesitate, his free hand would be all over her, stroking her face and hair, reaching into her clothes. Actually, she thought she would be nude under her long winter coat and he would writhe and strain against her when he found her naked breast and plunge his hand down to her cunt.

Touch me, she whispered to her boyfriend, guiding his hand to her pussy. Like this. Stroking herself with his hand, getting the movement just right, squeezing his cock in time to it.

The winter coat would be on the floor in a minute, she thought, and she'd kneel on it, dragging on his belt and zipper until his cock leapt free. She'd take it in both her hands now, feeling its hardness and heat and smoothness before she kissed its head and licked it, looking up at him. He'd reach down and twist his hands in her hair, then whisper her name. 

Good? her boyfriend whispered.

Mmm, she replied. Don't change anything.

What do you want? she'd ask Matt and he'd wordlessly get down on the floor with her, grasping her shoulders and kissing her violently, struggling to free himself from his shirt, kicking off his boots. She'd lie back, with her legs apart, waiting to feel his cock at her entrance. But instead he'd lower his head onto her, his lips finding her cunt and then her clit. She'd close her eyes and her legs would rear up and her thighs would clamp on his face.

She bent forward a little in the bed and gripped her boyfriend's cock harder, using it to tease herself.

I need you, he whispered. I need to fuck you.

Soon, she muttered, very soon. Her fingers twisted in his, one finger playing with her clit as she felt his cock just brushing her labia. 

Now, he insisted.

She pushed him back and rolled over on top of him, her hand holding his cock up into the air and rubbing her cunt with it, then settling down on it, her face contracting.

Oh my God, he said.

Matt, she thought. Fuck me now. I want you inside me when I come. When you come.

She'd grab his head and pull him up her body, feeling the heat and strength of him as he covered her. She'd move her hips slightly and then he'd be inside her. 

Oh, she said aloud, fuck me.

Oh God, her boyfriend said. So good.

So good, she murmured, rubbing her cunt against his cock, 

fixing the rhythm.

I can't wait, her boyfriend whispered.

Just... oh, she murmured. Yes, now. And both her lovers filled her at the same time.

Some time later she woke up to the sound of a dreamed kiss. She was breathing hard and felt flushed and aroused. Matt? she thought. But no, he hadn't kissed her in the dream. She looked at her boyfriend, curled up with his back to her. The dream had been amazing. She snuggled up against him and gently rubbed his shoulders.

I had the best dream, she whispered.

Hmm? he muttered.

Her hand snaked around his body and found his cock, not hard but starting to respond to her touch.

You were leaning against a table, she said. Like a bench.

Mmm. His hand found hers and cupped it around his cock.

Like a bench at Matt's workshop, she continued. Her other hand cupped his buttocks, her thumb exploring between them. And Matt was behind you.

What? He sounded more awake now.

He was fucking you, she whispered. She withdrew her thumb and poked her pointer finger up into his ass.

Whoa, he said, That's -

Just relax, she told him. Just relax. She closed her eyes and remembered seeing Matt fucking him in her dream, hard thighs slapping against his butt and hands digging into his shoulders. With her finger she pressed on his prostate.

Oh, he said. Wow. 

That nice? she whispered. She opened her legs and squeezed his thigh between them. I think that must be how you felt in the dream.

What dream?

The dream I had, she said. Where Matt was fucking you.

Oh, he said. Oh. Don't stop.

It was amazing, she told him. I could see his cock sliding into you, you came just before I woke up. And he did too.

Ohh, he groaned. God.

She smiled and rolled him over, kissing him, then straddled him. His cock was wet with come but was still standing. She lowered herself onto it.

So good, she murmured.



Shaking My Head



This story is true. It just happened a little while ago and I couldn't wait to write it down. It involves a chance encounter between two adults. Safe sex was not necessary but it is wise to be prepared. If you're too young to be reading this, who am I to stop you?

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It was that time of day when I take my break and walk my dog along the beach. It was a perfect day, too, with a clear blue sky, no wind and crisp Autumn air. I drove over to my favorite bay beach which is ideal for dog-walking. There is a wide sandy path that runs just inside the dunes for about a mile until it reaches the entrance to the harbor, from there we turn onto the beach and walk back.

It was on the return trip when I saw her sitting on a large piece of driftwood. I'd seen her before on my walks, jogging by me in her spandex running outfit. I'd appraised her as being around forty. She was in very good shape and very pretty. On those times when she jogged past me, I always ogled her form, first the nicely shaped breasts and then, invariably, the spandex-ed camel toe. Today, as I approached her, she seemed weary.

"Are you okay?", I inquired.

"I was feeling good until a few minutes ago when I suddenly got very tired. I think maybe my period is coming on." she said. I was quite surprised at her honest yet blunt remark.

She got up and began to walk with me as my dog ran along the shore. The water was glassy calm and except for us, the entire length of the beach was deserted.

"I've seen you before walking your dog. He's a nice dog."

"Yes, he's a good boy," I said, "we try to do this at least once a day."

We walked together quietly for a few minutes. I asked her again how she was feeling.

"A little better," and then she added, "but I really have to pee."

"So why don't you go squat in the dunes," I suggested. "There's nobody here and I won't look."

"Oh, you always look!" She said laughingly. "I always see you checking me out when I pass you."

"Guilty as charged," I retorted, "but you are a good view."

"I really can't go in the dunes because this outfit is tough to take down. I'll just wait until I get home." I offered to drive her and she accepted.

"It's not like you guys who can just whip it out and pee anywhere you want, for God's sake. I saw you peeing the other day."

"Really. Well, when you gotta go...I didn't see you."

"No. When I saw you pull it out, I hid behind the dune and watched."

"I apologize. I'll have to be more careful."

"No, don't apologize. It really turned me on to watch. Do you have to pee now?"

"Yes, in fact I do. But I can wait."

"No, do it. I want to watch."

"Ha. You probably want to hold it, too."

"Could I?"

I really couldn't believe my ears. Seeing that she was a randy little thing, and I was horny (what else is new?) I said, "Sure. Why not?"

I turned toward the dune and began to unzip.

"Wait, let me do that."

She stood behind me and pressed herself into me. Leaning forward, she unzipped my jeans, reached in and fished out my soft dick. Aiming it straight ahead, she said, "Go for it."

I began to piss. She giggled, "This is fun." She held my cock firmly and rubbed my balls with one fingertip."

As the stream of piss turned into a trickle, I said, "Okay, now you have to shake it off." She gingerly shook it off and rubbed her palm around the head as she placed it inside my pants and zipped me up.

"I can't believe you just did that," I said as we began to walk back to the car.

"Thanks for letting me, it was fun...and you have a really nice cock, too. I've often wondered what your package was like when I passed you."

"Thanks," I said, "but your outfit leaves little to the imagination. You have a great body and I love how your ass fits into that spandex. I also love to look at your pussy when you pass me."

"I know," she said, smiling.

We got up to the car and my dog jumped into the backseat. I began to drive while she gave me directions to her house.

"My name is Annie, by the way. I mean now that I've held your cock, we should be on a first name basis, don't you think?"

She lived a couple of miles up the road and as I pulled into her drive, a herd of deer ran across her property. I pulled up to her house to let her out when she asked me to come in for a beer.

Her house was large and beautiful, privately concealed and tucked into the woods. She offered me a lite beer and excused herself adding that she'd be just a few minutes.

I browsed around her living room, reading the spines of the books on the shelves and her exploring her taste in music. I could hear her toilet flush and then the shower running. After a few minutes, she called out to me from her bedroom and asked me to bring her a beer.

As I entered the room, she was sitting at her vanity in a large terry robe blow-drying her hair. The robe was open leaving me a fantastic view of her tits.

"Good God, woman, you have some beautiful body."

"You like?" She stood up, dropped her robe and gave me an eyeful. Her body was fit and solid. She had several tattoos. One was of a bouquet of flowers that ran around the side of one breast and down below her navel, just above her shaved pussy. I reached over and cupped her pussy in my hand. Slipping my finger into her folds, I felt the soft and squishy walls. I ran the finger along her slit and around her clit. I then placed the finger in my mouth and licked it.

She unzipped me, opened my belt and slipped my pants down. My dick was now rock hard and standing tall. She sank to her knees and began to suck on me. Her technique was marvelous as her tongue curled around the head and her hands fondled my nutsack.

"I can't hold out too much longer," I mumbled. She began to suck harder and deeper, her head bobbing up and down. I groaned and let loose a torrent of my milky cum. She moaned in pleasure as she drained me until I began to deflate. She then held my dick and shook it, lapping up the remains.

"That was great, Annie. Now it's my turn." I lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the bed. Getting onto my knees, I began to lick northward from her inner thighs to her honeypot. She groaned as I pressed my face into her soft, stubblefree snatch. Savoring her tasty juices, I licked and nibbled at her clit until she shuddered.

"Yes....yes....oooh....aaah." Her ass began to buck and she pushed her pussy into my face. She came in a very subtle orgasm, crying out as her juices covered her. Finally, she moaned and went limp. I arose from my position an leaned in taking one of her beautiful nipples between my lips.

"No. No more...," she whimpered. "My husband will be home soon."

I dressed quickly. She walked me to the door and kissed me.

"No more curiosity," she said. "Will you let me play with you again?"

Will I? I walked to my car and drove away. I just kept shaking my head and being amazed at my luck all the way home. In fact, I am still shaking my head.

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Shaking the Sheik



My name is Sheik Shazad. I am a very powerful and rich man. My father was an oil rich Arab, and after his death I was named the sole beneficiary to his vast estate. All this wealth came at a terrible price, for soon after the death of my father my mother fell into a mysterious coma and also died. Now I was truly alone. Being only twenty when I acquired this vast wealth left me open prey to many enemies who sought to steal away my riches.

One such enemy who came frightfully close was the woman I loved dearly. After she revealed her fangs to me, I had no choice but to execute her. While I considered this a learning experience, it did however leave me feeling very bitter, and I felt that I could never love a woman again. Make no mistake, I still need women, but only to satisfy my sexual urges. My enormous wealth as well as my physical attributes has made it possible for me to acquire any woman. They have only one specific purpose though, to be my slaves. They live to pleasure me wherever and whenever I desire, for I am their master.

One of my newly acquired slaves was a sexy golden-haired wench, or as the Americans prefer, blonde. I had acquired her two months ago from the U.S., my servant Akeem informed me that she was a playmate. I instructed Akeem to leave her at my mansion in Dubai, and to inform her that I would arrive over the weekend to test her out and see if she was truly worthy of me. When the weekend arrived, I placed a call to my slave from my private jet and instructed her to wait for me by my indoor pool. "What would you like me to wear master?" my slave asked.

"Surprise me", was all I replied as I hung up.

When I reached my mansion, I went to my huge bedroom and stepped into my even larger closest. I disrobed and selected a jet black bikini brief swimsuit. Standing in my multi-mirrored closest I admired the way it highlighted my most obvious attributes. After I selected a leopard skin robe I made my way to my pool. When I arrived I noticed that three white plastic massage beds were pushed together to form a larger bed, and this bed was decorated with large gold satin covered pillows. No doubt my slave had asked one of my servants to prepare this, I was pleased at my slave's ingenuity. Still, my slave was nowhere to be seen. This made me curious, and I yelled, "Show yourself, slave".

Hearing footsteps I turned and saw the sexiest woman I had ever seen step out of the pool dressing room. My slave had the body of a goddess, long shapely legs that knew no end, a slim and sexy stomach, and a flawless face and long curly golden hair. But what struck me like lightning were her breasts, never had I seen such beautiful breasts. They were like two perfectly shaped grapefruits, and they bobbed slightly up and down as my slave started to seductively walk towards me. I was leaning against the bed as my slave stopped in front of me and asked, "Do you like what I am wearing master?"

Staring at my slave, I noticed she had chosen a white g-string bikini. The suit hardly left anything to the imagination - it barely covered her large breasts and I could clearly see the outline of her firm nipples straining through the fabric. Commanding my slave to turn around, I admired her beautiful firm ass that looked as smooth as a rose petal. I was also pleased to see that she had no tan lines, no doubt from sunbathing in the nude on my estate lawns.

The wicked smile on my face left no doubt to my slave that I was very pleased. I instructed my slave the remove my robe, and as the fabric fell to my knees my slave emitted a loud gasp at the huge bulge that had formed in my briefs. Instinctively slave got down on her knees, and as her eyes remained focused on my briefs, she placed her sultry fingers on my hips, and the lustful look in her eyes made it obvious that she wanted to rip off my briefs to reveal my manhood. That action would cost her dearly as I ordered her to remove her hands, for a slave must only do what she is told and not otherwise. This caused my slave to moan in protest, but she did not dare disobey me.

"Lick my cock slave", I commanded. Her tongue was on me like a storm, as she licked up and down my brief's. The saliva from my slave's tongue drenched my briefs, slowly but surely my slave's wet tongue on me started to form a distinct outline of my erect cock, for the front of my bikini briefs was starting to mold to my body like a second skin. "Mmmmmmmmmm", my slave moaned as she inhaled the musky aroma emitting from my now moist briefs. Looking down, I saw a distinct patch of wetness forming on the sheer white fabric between my slave's legs.

I commanded my slave to rise and take four steps back - now my slave was going to learn the meaning of true pleasure, but not until I had some fun with her. As my slave stood watching, I proceeded to remove my briefs. My slave had made them so wet that I rolled them down much like a woman rolls down a stocking. The sight of my huge cock was too much, and my slave couldn't help gasping it's perfection. It stood completely erect against my stomach, much like a desert cobra poised to strike.

"Ooooooo Master, please allow me to remove my bonds too", my slave begged.

"You may, but slowly", I replied. My slave's nimble fingers quickly untied her top, and she heaved a sigh of relief as the fabric fell to the ground, liberating her magnificent breasts so that they almost heaved forward. I could see that her nipples were very erect and begged to be sucked. Next my slave's hand glided down towards her g-string, and proceeded to remove it. She did this excruciatingly slow and kept grinning wickedly at me the whole time. Completely naked, I admired the glistening wet golden triangle between her legs and saw a trickle of her she-oil travel down her long legs.

"Play with yourself slave". Smiling, my slave licked her fingers moved them down to her breasts and started to massage them. The harder she squeezed her beautiful breasts, the more cum oozed from her love box. What began as a trickle turned into a flood as a puddle of cum began to form under my slave's legs. Not wanting to waste her wetness, my slave inserted a finger into her cunt while her other hand continued to play with her breasts. As her hand teased her nipples, so to did her finger tease her cunt as she moved it back and forth, whimpering softly as she took herself to the edge of ecstasy. When she took her finger out, I could clearly see that it was dripping with her juices. Giving me a lustful stare, she inserted her finger into her mouth and started to suck on it, "mmmmmmmmmm master, wouldn't you love to eat me", my slave moaned.

"Not today slave, today your only purpose is to please me", I replied.

I lay down on the bed spreading my legs and ordered my slave to sit between them. Once my slave positioned herself, I squeezed my cock, causing a drop of pre-cum to ooze from the top. After rubbing this liquid on my finger I held it out to my slave. She quickly put it in her mouth, and her magical tongue went to work. She revolved it around my finger licking and sucking my finger as if she had my cock in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmoooo, you taste so good master", said my slave as she licked my finger clean. Knowing that my slave was ready I pointed towards my cock using the same finger she just sucked. My slave bent her head and proceeded to lick every inch of my shaft. Her tongue was like a snake as it traveled from my balls all the way to the head of my erect cock.

"Aaaaaah" I moaned, a primal moan that only caused my slave to be more brazen in her acts. Taking my cock in both her hands, my slave took me into her mouth. Never had I known such pleasure, as my slaves hot wet tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Her tongue drove me wild as my body writhed upon the bed in sheer ecstasy, my head thrashing left and right, but my slave's tongue only kept moving faster and she started pumping my cock with her hands. "I am going to cum slave", but the only sound that escaped from my slaves mouth was a deep sigh "oooooommmmmmmm".

With that I emptied my cock into her mouth. I felt as if I had spurted out a gallon of my hot juices, but my slave swallowed every last drop. The slurping sounds she made drove me wild as I watched my slave lick me clean. As I lay on the bed, my cock hung between my legs, no longer erect for my slave had drained every last ounce of cum from my balls, or so I thought. "Master, I must have your manhood inside me, or I shall simply die", begged my slave.

"It shall take some time for it to rise again", I informed her. At this my slave started to move her sexy body up towards me, her movements were like a lioness stalking a prey. I felt the nipples of her breasts trail over my limp cock, up my stomach before she finally she pressed her firm breasts against my hard chest. Gazing lustfully into my eyes my slave boldly asked, "does my master give me permission to torture him with ecstasy?"

"Permission granted," I replied as my slave gave me a deep French kiss. Her tongue was every bit as talented in my mouth as it was on my cock. It had a life of its own as it explored every inch of my mouth, licking my teeth and engaging my own tongue in a duel.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmm" moaned my slave. Breaking the kiss my slave reached under the bed to pull out an ice container, no doubt hidden by herself. Selecting a large cube, my slave began to rub it all over her breasts as I watched. My slave was so hot that the ice began to melt immediately. The water made her breasts glisten. "ooooooooooooooo" she whimpered. Taking another cube, my slave started to rub it on one of my nipples as her mouth sucked on the other. The difference in sensations was amazing, like fire and water, the chill of the ice and warmth of my slaves mouth. As my slave continued her tongue teasing, alternating from one nipple to another, I felt my shaft slowly begin to rise, my slave felt it rise too as she rose and admired my semi-rigid cock.

Not being satisfied until I was rock hard, my slave positioned herself until we were in a 69 position. Looking up I saw my slaves glistening cunt lips, but she knowingly kept them just out of the reach of my tongue. Swiveling her cunt above my face drove me insane as my slave continued her shameful movements just out of the reach of my very eager wet tongue. As if that was not enough erotic torture for one man, my slave slowly thrashed her head left and right over my now rock hard cock, the feeling was intense as I felt my slave's long hair brush over my cock, and it felt as if my manhood was being struck by thousands of tiny golden whips. Sensing from my ragged gasps that I was about to cum, my slave ceased her exquisite torture and turned and faced me once again. "Prepare for pleasure beyond belief master", my slave moaned. With that she lowered her juicy cunt over my rock hard cock.

Never had I felt such erotic pleasure's, as my slave's wet cunt lips squeezed my cock like a hot sponge. My slave kept grinding her wet mound on my cock until her cunt had completely swallowed my long shaft. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm", my slave arched her back with pleasure and I took both her breasts in my hands. Bringing her erect nipples closer together, my tongue swirled over both of them at the same time. The sensation was too much and my slave started to move her wet cunt up and down my cock creating the most delicious squishing sounds, "mmmmmmmmaster oooooooo you feel soooooo aaaaa".

Sounds of pleasure started to escape my slave's mouth, as she kept gliding and grinding her juicy mound up and down my shaft. "Ooooooooohh maaaaaster, mmmmm pleeeeease cum for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", my slave screamed, and soon I too could no longer hold back as waves of pleasure started to travel across my body. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh", I moaned as I shot my juices into my slave, causing her body to shake with sheer pleasure as my hot cum filled every crevice of her love box, fueling the fire that was already burning within. The feeling was too intense for my slave and her body collapsed on top of me. As our naked bodies lay on the bed entwined in each other, my limp cock still inside her because her contractions had not completely subsided and my slave's wet cunt lips kept softly squeezing my meat. My beautiful slave kept sighing in pleasure, "what is your name my slave", I asked.

"Cynthia, my beautiful master", my slave purred.

Gazing into my slave's lust ridden eyes I replied, "well Cynthia, you have passed your tests and you can look forward to many more erotic adventures with me."

"Ooooooooo yessssss mmmmmmmmaster", my erotic slave moaned.



Shakira



Written By Dayman, Fighter of the Nightman

*

Shakira was the total package. She has a smokin body with possibly the sexiest stomach of all time, and could move her hips in a way to make any man hard. 

She had been waiting for this day for quite some time. It had been tricky, but within the next hour, five men she had handpicked, would be arriving at her beach house. She would fuck them all many times before this night was over.

She walked out of the back of her house, a large thick blanket was laying out on the beach, which is where the giant fuck fest would take place. She stripped herself of her bikini and went to lie down in the sun wearing only her sunglasses.

Unlike the sexy curly hair on top of her head, her fantastic pussy was hairless and smooth for this special night. She stretched out under the sun, her sexy body shining. She heard a door slam and knew her first guest had arrived. The instructions had already been given. She would be waiting in the back, be ready to fuck upon arrival.

Shakira waited for the footsteps to sound closer until she looked up to see her first man walking towards her, already undressing. She got onto her knees and waited for him to make his way over. Just before he reaches her he slides off his pants. Shakira sees his half hard cock hanging and she blows him kiss.

She can feel the sand shift underneath the covering she is kneeling on. He stands over her and she takes his dick into her mouth. She looks up at him through her sunglasses and slides his cock all the way into her mouth. He gets stiff, she smiles and stokes him with two hands.

She continues to give the handjob and flicks her tongue over the head of his hard dick. She hears another door slam. She goes back to work on the average sized but thick cock in her mouth. Shakira deepthroats him easily, hearing him start to moan.

Soon enough a second male is standing over her, his cock already erect. Shakira reaches over and starts to use her magic little hand on his dick. Still sucking on the other fat cock, she began to feel how long the other guy was. She worked his dick with her hand, jerking him off fast, while her face was being fucked.

They were both making noises now, her head and hands bobbed back and forth. "Oh baby I'm gonna cum right in your throat" Suddenly she felt a hot burst deep in her throat, followed by a loud moan by the man she was blowing. Shakira coughed a little and slid the dick out of her throat and into her mouth so that she could feel and taste the load he was shooting.

She felt his dick soften in her mouth and after a little more sucking he pulled it out. She used her tongue to catch the little bit of cum that had snuck out of her mouth and then gulped down his load. She finally turned to the other guy, her eyes opening wider seeing the length of this guy. It had to be ten inches long, but thin.

She lay down on her back, pulling the other man to his knees using his cock. Rubbing her own snatch a little she motioned for him to put it in. Her most recent lover began to push his cock inside of her. She gave a short gasp but proceeded to take the whole thing. Once inside he quickly began to pick up the pace.

Shakira starts to moan, feeling his long dick hit her in all the right spots. She loves the way it feels so deep inside her tiny little body. Sending her over the top, he starts to fuck her even harder. She starts to shake and scream underneath him, on the apex of an orgasm. He feels her cum start to soak his cock and smiles.

He climbs on top of her body now, Shakira squeezes her tits together and he starts to slide his meat in between her tits. Just watching her sexy body he starts to feel his cum build. Shakira sticks her tongue out and almost on cue a huge stream of white goo hits her chin and stretches across her face. This is followed by four more, hitting her in the face, covering her lips and her sunglasses.

He gets off of her. She takes off her sunglasses and licks the cum off of them. When she looks up she can see the rest of her men had arrived, watching her and stroking themselves. "Hi guys" Shakira says with a dabble of cum on her lower lip.

Her first satisfied customer was also ready for more and she found herself surrounded by the four men. One man pushed his very thick cock into her slippery pussy, while the other two newcomers went to either side of her. As she grabbed them both and started to jerk them off, she could feel how hard they were.

She loved to give handjobs and she was very good. She tried to control herself however because she wanted each and every one of these guys to fuck her good. The thick cock in her pussy was starting to feel unbelievable, feeling like she was going to cum again.

He kept pounding her, Shakira began to moan, feeling incredible pleasing these three men. Just then the first guy knelt over her with on knee on each side of her head. He placed his large balls into her mouth and flopped his dick across her face.

This turned her on further. She played with his balls on her tongue, she could taste his sweaty balls. All this caused her to cum again, all over the thick cock inside her. "Get your balls out of her mouth, I'm gonna blow all over her face."

She saw him get up and could feel her pussy become empty. Right in her face was a thick cock, spitting one gigantic shot of cum onto her toungue. Her hands occupied jerking off the other two fellows, he placed his cock in her mouth and jerked himself, making sure she got it all. A swirl around her mouth and she had swallowed one more big cumload.

She stopped her arms from pumping and swung her legs overtop of one of the other two guys, She jockeyed her hips and put his dick inside of her. The other caught on to the idea and went behind her forcing his dick into her unbelievably tight asshole. "Fuck me hard boys, and for waiting, you can just cum right inside me"

Shakira started to work her magic, bucking her hips like wild, pleasuring both of the dicks inside of her. Soon grunts started coming from the guy in her ass. She was tight and could only imagine how he was feeling. Soon there were three stiff dicks in front of her face and she rotated sucking and jerking each of them.

She heard a scream and then cum start to shoot off deep inside of her ass. This made her feel like a slut, turning her on, making her ride faster and suck harder. Deep breathing and a low moan preceded another thick cumload being shot off inside of her pussy. 

Her smile was wide and she opened her mouth, asking for the cum the rest of them had to offer. They all started to jerk off over her open mouth, she used her hands to massage the heads of their cocks. The first stream hit her in the nose, and was followed by a few more from the same donor across her lips. The second guy began pumping a thick batch of seen onto her tongue which made her laugh. 

Last to burst was the guy with the long thin cock. She was jerking him fast, she could feel in coming. A thing stream hit her right in the forehead. She kept her hand going, more and more cum shot over her head until there were 9 lines of white cum in her sexy curly hair.



Shakira: el Principio



This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story!

Walking, no lets face it, strutting along the street, hearing the heels of her knee-high black leather boots on the pavement as she walked, Shakira eyed the world from behind her dark sunglasses. It was a bright sunny day, her bodyguard shadowing her from a short distance as she headed through the bustling side streets towards the meeting place she'd decided with someone, which was a small café. The person in question was a fan she'd never met, this being their important first meeting, important because there was a lot more to it than that. Several months earlier she'd received a letter from him. He'd started with how he was a fan, but it wasn't a normal fan letter. It'd contained his intimate feelings for her and some rather kinky details of what he wanted to do with her, which wasn't that unusual in itself. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd been propositioned by fans, but this was different. She'd been able to feel his pure passion and lust in the mere words he'd written down on that piece of paper and found herself drawn to it instantly. 

Reading it again and again later that evening, her mind toying with every little hint his words had given at what he wanted to share with her, she realised she simply had to write back, her curiosity and own lust getting the better of her rational mind. And that's where it began, with her writing back to him, explaining how intrigued she was and that she needed to hear what else he'd like to do to her. He'd of course written to her again saying that he'd never expected a reply to his letter and that he didn't mean her any offence, that anything else from him may upset her in some manner. She'd made it clear to him that it was nothing of the sort, that in fact he'd turned her on and she just had to know more from him, no matter what it was, urging him to divulge every tiny detail from his mind about what he wanted to do to her. Shakira had never indulged in anything kinky, which she mused was perhaps why his words had such effect on her, but his fantasies of her joining him for sessions of bondage and submission turned her on immensely, and she more than once told him in her letters that she'd got herself off over his fantasies, which she was sure would help with his fantasies and freedom expressing them to her.

She didn't know why but she could just feel that his interest in her was beyond just sex, more than just getting her into BDSM and owning her. He genuinely wanted her, and she felt herself drawn to him, even though they'd never met or even spoken on the phone to one another. And so it went from there, with her eagerly reading and enjoying every fantasy he wrote of her, what he'd like to do with her gorgeous body until she could take it no more and had written that she wanted to meet him, that she needed to. He'd written back, seeming a little taken aback at the move by her, agreeing to meet her enthusiastically but asked more tentatively just what she wanted. She had replied, as she recalled, by saying "Something we both want" in her letter and signing it off with a kiss from her soft lips.

And now here she was, walking along the cobbled streets towards their meeting place at a quiet café, dolled up so he'd find her attractive, fearing for some reason that she'd disappoint him despite his physical attraction to her being well established. Shakira couldn't help but give herself another once over, glancing down at her knee high boots and fishnet covered legs, which led up underneath a tight, tan leather pencil skirt that stylishly hid her sexy thighs and she thought made her rounded bum look pretty enticing. Reaching down, she brushed out the bottom of her snug black silk shirt, feeling the leather just beneath the thin layer that hugged her slim waist, not wanting to give away too much just yet as she brushed her hair away from her face. She hadn't done anything with it, since he'd described how he loved her hair dirty blonde and shaken out loosely to give her a "rough and ready" look as he'd so eloquently put it.

Shakira reached the café they'd agreed on and glanced around, having only a description of him to go on, though it wasn't necessary as he gave her a wave, sitting at a table over in a fairly secluded corner of the courtyard. She eyed him up as she walked towards him, taking in his distinguished profile as she approached him, stopping just short of his table.

"Shakira, it's just wonderful to meet you," he said, standing up with a smile as he extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," she said with a smile, taking his hand and gently shaking it as she leaned forwards and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. His smile immediately widened as they separated and sat, Shakira crossing her fishnet encased legs and reaching up to take her sunglasses off in the shady corner of the courtyard. Her bodyguard was still nearby, stopping around 10 feet away to keep a wary eye over them just in case.

"You look fantastic," he said, unable to hold back any longer from complimenting her sexy look, his eyes roaming over her figure. Shakira could almost feel his eyes on her body, making her tingle a little and feel as if she was wearing nothing at all, undressed by his eyes.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes flitting down, away from his gaze as he caught her eyes, feeling herself blush a little at his compliments.

"You're more than welcome," he said with a smile, unable not to notice the slight reddening of her cheeks.

"So how's your day?" she asked, just wanting to get to know him a little.

"It couldn't get any better right now," he said, catching her gaze, though this time she didn't avoid it. There was a moment between them right then, Shakira able to feel the same passion she had in his letters as she felt him gaze into her very soul, and she into his. He noticed how she very slightly bit her lower lip, whilst she noticed the spark and excitement in his eyes which still held her own.

"Are you sure about that?" she said in an almost whisper, giving a little movement of her eyebrows, unable to withhold a sly smile creeping onto her cute lips.

"Not any more," he said with a grin, looking up to an approaching waiter, who gave a glance to the sexy Columbian but didn't say anything aside from asking if they wanted anything. He offered her the decision by a little movement of his hand. Shakira, who had been slightly turned towards the waiter, glanced sexily across at him, smiling as she looked back to the man waiting patiently.

"Coffee," she said in a soothing tone, enough to make him almost tremble as she glanced back across at him. The waiter, looked back to him, and he just gave an indication of "two" with his fingers, looking straight back to the sexy singer as he left. Shakira turned and gave a little wave to her bodyguard, who nodded and walked off. He leaned up slightly to see past her, looking back to her as he sat down.

"A girl can never be too careful," she said, looking up as the waiter brought a tray and set it down with two cups of coffee and the usual additions. 
"Of course not, I could be anybody. I guess I am..." he said, adding some milk to his coffee and taking a sip.

"You're not just anybody," she said as she took a sip of her own coffee, glancing up to him with a smile as she placed her cup back on the table.

"No?" he said, cocking an eyebrow, intrigued to hear how she viewed him.

"No. You've got me," she said, taking another sip of her coffee and glancing over the sunlight courtyard, noting a few people glancing their way.

"That's true, you're all mine," he said jokingly, drinking the rest of his coffee quite quickly, eyeing her as she delicately sipped, her soft lips pressing lightly against the rim of the cup.

"Well I didn't exactly come here to be the boss did I?" she purred, sipping her coffee again, looking him in the eye as he caught her gaze.

"Why did you write back to me?" he asked bluntly, leaning forwards a little as she finished her drink. She leaned forwards on the table as well, their faces quite close together, her long hair hanging down over her shoulders, contrasting against the black silk of her shirt. 
"Your letter piqued my interest. I've had plenty of letters offering sex before but yours...." she trailed off, glancing down away from him again.

"My letter?" he prodded, leaning forwards a little more unconsciously so they were even closer. She fidgeted a little on her chair, giving a glance around before looking back at him, their faces just inches apart now. 
"I just got...captivated by it, your fantasy, what you wanted to share with me just....I had to experience it...." she murmured, barely finishing her sentence before he kissed her firmly, his soft lips pressing against her own, making her give a little moan in surprise and pleasure as his tongue sought hers out, sliding past her lips and probing for it. Shakira eagerly responded, their tongues meeting, melting any last resistance she may have had as they danced, his hands sliding across to find hers and take hold of them. Shakira never wanted the kiss to end, feeling all her passion and lust bubble to the surface, her heart racing as he pulled away, a hot flush rushing through her, making her look away a little shyly as her neck and face blushed a little. Her hands felt hot in his as he raised one of hers and lightly kissed it, smiling at her as she glanced at him.

"I'm amazed you want to experience it," he said with a smile, reaching out to tenderly brush her hair back from her pretty face, feeling her delicate warmth as he brushed her skin. She just smiled, not uttering a word as they shared a moment till he sat back up, glancing towards people nearby, one or two looking their way. 
"You ever done anything like this before?" he asked, meaning the fantasies that were in question here.

"Nothing at all, all my...history is what you call vanilla," she said quietly, wearing a shy smile.

"But you still get plenty of fun that way," he said, his hand just lightly rubbing her own, enough to make her nipple screw up a little tighter, luckily unseen for her.

"Everyone does," she said huskily, running her tongue over her upper lip seductively.

Favourite position?" he said with a grin, enjoying pushing her a little bit, seeing how he could fluster her cool, sexy exterior.

"Doggy style," she said with a little giggle, extending her leg to brush his with the toe of her black leather boot.

"Can't go wrong there," he said with a little flick of his eyebrow at her.

"Yours?" she returned, looking curious with a cute smirk, arching her back a little to pull her silk shirt tighter momentarily.

"Anything with you would be perfect," he said, leaning out from the table to just eye down her figure a little bit.

"That's a cop out, come on, favourite position," she said with a sly smirk, flicking her hair back, giving a view of her slender neck and perfectly tanned skin.

"Doggy style, same as you," he said, giving a slight laugh.
 "What is it with guys and doing girls from behind?" she asked with a laugh of her own, pulling herself up a little on her chair.

"I dunno, just the power and more...primal situation I guess. And with you they get that lovely ass of yours," he said simple, grinning at her.

"Oh yeah I've been meaning to ask. In your letters, in what you described to me, every time you have...anal sex with me," she said cautiously, looking him in the eye as she asked, biting her lip somewhat nervously.

"Yeah...." He asked, waiting to know where she was going first.

"Well my ass in general. The sex, those spankings, making me wear that lingerie and stuff. I just wanna know why you want it so much," she said quietly, both of them close together again now, able to feel the moist heat of one another's rapid breaths.

"You've got such a hot ass, rounded and firm, just watching you wiggle it about can make me drool," he said with a smile.

"Great, but why do you wanna...do me?" she continued, clearly wanting some kind of answer as she looked with her pretty eyes.

"I wanna hear the noises you make, feel how you feel as I take you that way...is that a problem?" he said after a pause, raising an eyebrow since she was clearly not entirely sure about it. There was a silence, Shakira catching his gaze for a minute before looking away, shifting in her seat. 
"Shakira," he prompted, reaching up to just ease her chin up so she looked at him again, biting her lip a little unsurely.

"I'm...I'm a virgin...in that respect," she whispered, immediately looking away and blushing.

"Oh...." he said, feeling a rush go through him, his heart beating faster as he held back for her since she was fighting with herself as to whether to say something it seemed.

"But I'd love to try it, and I've played a bit with my vibrator" she blurted out as she looked back to him, immediately blushing at what she'd just said and looking away again. He felt a cold adrenaline rush spread through him at what she'd just said, or rather suggested. That he may get to be the one to break Shakira's anal cherry, instantly making the already excellent day better.

"I think we can arrange that," he said with a smile, gently raising her head with a finger guiding her chin before leaning forwards to softly kiss her again, feeling her relax and yield before him. Shakira could feel herself melt for him, because he'd greeted her news with enthusiasm and dare she say it love, able to just feel perfectly accepted and wanted by him making her glow inside.

"I think we'd better go back to my place," he said quietly, looking her straight in the eyes, making it more then clear what he meant, before kissing her again.

"I think you're right," she murmured as she broke away from him, giving a little sigh of contentment. He didn't say another word, simply taking her hand and standing up, using his spare hand to fumble in his pocket for a note, dropping it on the tray with the empty coffee mugs and picking up his sunglasses. Shakira, breathing a little more rapidly at the powerful way she was letting herself be treated, grabbed her own glasses and fumbled them on with slightly trembling fingers, feeling her heart beating faster as he led her away on the cobbled streets, the heels of her leather boots clicking on the stone.

"How far is it to your place?" she said, almost allowing the nerves, which were building within her, into her voice.

"Not very far...luckily," he said, looking back with a sly smile.

"Why is that lucky?" she said with a smile of her own, letting him pull her along behind him.

"Because those legs of yours have more to do than walking," he said cunningly, glancing back at her with a little wiggle of his tongue.

"And what about this ass?" she said cheekily, pulling herself forwards and sliding in next to him, guiding his hand straight to her firm, rounded rear, resting it perfectly on the top of her arse, feeling him immediately slide gently down as she slid her arm round his back. Her breath caught slightly as he gave a good, firm squeeze, taking in just how perfectly formed her bum was, feeling as firm yet soft as he'd dreamed it would do, her little gasp at his fondle making his heart surge.

"I think you know," he said with a smirk down at her, seeing her naughty smirk and the spark in her eyes as they locked with his own. They walked in silence for a few minutes, not needing to say anything to one another, the tension between them saying all that was necessary. They walked for the better part of ten minutes before reaching his place, a small house on a quiet suburban street. Leading her up onto the porch, he slipped her to arms length on his hand so he could retrieve the keys from his pocket. Shakira gave a little giggle as she saw his hands shaking when he tried to get the key into the lock, feeling a similar tension in herself at the prospect of what was to come for them both. He unlocked the door and then stood aside to show her in, being a gentleman and also taking a good look at her lovely arse, something that didn't go unnoticed by it's owner as she gave a quick glance back. She reached back, seeking his hand with her own, wanting him to lead her as she had come to expect in every new letter. He took her hand and stepped forwards into his house, closing the door behind them and turning the deadlock clearly, her eyes widening a little at the sharp sound. She stood staring at the door for a few seconds, her feet unmoving as he stepped to lead her, looking back to her.

"Shakira?" he said in a questioning tone, wanting to know if she had any kind of problem as he gave her hand a little squeeze. She snapped from her trance, looking into his eyes with a devilish smile and giving his hand a return squeeze as she took a step to follow him. He smiled as he turned away and led her through his house, through the beams of sunlight through the windows and then to a door, which he opened a show a set of stairs down into the basement room. He led the way this time, pulling her through as she shut the door, locking it herself with a sly smile which made him shiver slightly in excitement, briefly wondering just how he'd managed to get her to his place, and with the plan of getting into BDSM at that. Shakira looked around as she reached the bottom of the stairs, checking out the interior of the spacious basement, furnished with a bed and a hard wooden table, along with some cupboards, which she figured must contain some of the items he wanted to use on her. 
"Can make as much noise as you like down here," he said, looking back with a grin as he led her into the room, her heels thudding a little on the floor.

"Oh it's only gonna be me making noise is it?" she purred, turning to stand in front of him, her slim, sexy figure silhouetted by the light through the heavily frosted windows that were just above ground.

"No I'm sure it won't. So what do you think?" he said, giving a wave of his hand to indicate the room.

"It's nice, warm. Different to how I thought it might be," she mused, looking around.

"What were you expecting, some kind of dungeon?" he said with a slight laugh, sliding his other hand forward over her slim waist, feeling the silk shirt slide smoothly over something beneath.

"I don't know, I've never been to anywhere for...this kind of thing before," she said with a cute giggle, sliding close to him and slipping her arms round his neck before leaning in to kiss him passionately, parting her soft lips to allow her tongue to delve into his mouth as his now freed hand went to the other side of her waist, giving her a bit of a squeeze, forcing a little moan from her. The tension released in a tidal wave of their pent up emotions, all the lust and need flowing into their kiss as turned her towards the bed, pushing her backwards so she stumbled a little and then fell onto the bed, him on top, their lips still tightly pressed together. Pressing her into the bed, his fingers immediately went for her black silk shirt, deftly releasing the buttons in a matter of seconds and pulling it open. His hands went to her stomach, and then he stopped, pulling back from her and looking down, his eyes widening, breath catching in his throat before a smile broke onto his lips as he saw what it was. The leather under his fingers was an over bust black leather corset, squeezing her slender waist in and pressing her perky breasts up to give her a delightful cleavage, barely even speaking as he took in the hot, squeezed Columbian body before him.

"Do you like it?" she whispered, her hands stroking up his arms as he leaned over her. 
"It's fucking perfect," he said with a dirty grin, eyeing every delicate curve and stitch of the leather corset before him, encasing her slim, sexy body.




Shakira: el Principio



"I never normally wear one, but special occasions require a new outfit," she murmured, licking her upper lip slowly, her tongue gliding perfectly over her gloss lips, her dirty blonde hair laying spread out over the sheets around her. He leaned down to kiss her firmly again, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his hand flipped her shirt back from her leather squeezed body and moved to cup her pert left breast, forced him tightly by her corset. Reaching up, she grabbed his wrist and gently pushed him away, sliding herself out from under him. Cheekily she gave a quick yank to the arm he was leaning on, causing him to collapse on the bed next to her as she pulled herself over the side and onto her heeled feet next to the bed.

"I've got a treat for you," she purred, running her tongue over her front teeth as she sexily stepped back from the bed, her light shirt hanging loosely.

"Sounds interesting, additional treat to getting you then," he said with a smile. She positively beamed at him as she gave a little stretch and then jiggled her perky chest, shrugging the shirt off backwards as she pushed herself out, arching her back and revealing the corset fully, and also a pair of fishnet forearm sleeves to just add a little something. Placing her hands on her hips, she let him fully appreciate her slimmed waist for a moment before turning round, giving a pronounced wiggle of her curvy hips and rounded arse under the tan leather pencil skirt. Arching her back a little more, she pushed out her inviting rear to him as he looked up her back, her dirty blonde hair hanging down over the top of the corset, a single line of brilliant white lacing running down the middle of her back to hold her in. He hands slid down over her hips and then slowly round onto her firm, rounded bum, giving a little squeeze as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, giving a little "ooh" sound as she eyed him sexily sideways through her loose hair, making his heart skip a beat.

"Bet you've been waiting for this for a long time," she said huskily as she took hold of the zip and slowly pulled it down.

"Sure have, wanna see that nice ass of yours," he said with a wry smile, his eyes flitting between her nice rounded bum and her pretty eyes. She ran her tongue slowly over her glossy top lip as she pulled the zip to the bottom, releasing the tan leather pencil skirt, which hugged her sexy rear and legs down to near her knees. With a sensual wiggle of her hips she pushed the skirt down, hearing him give an approving "mm-hmm" sound as her sexy hips and full, rounded arse came into view, also revealing the sexy underwear she had on for him. A lacy black garter belt was wrapped round her soft, lightly tanned skin just under the bottom edge of her corset, the garters leading down snugly over the top of her arse which was encased in matching tight fitting black lace French knickers, hugging the curves of her rear and the soft, warm bulge of her pussy which peeked at him as she bent a little to slide the skirt down. The tan leather slide down over her legs, revealing the end of the garters attached to black lace topped fishnet stockings that he'd seen which led down into her tall black boots. 

She didn't turn back to him as she straightened up and stepped out of her skirt, feeling his eyes burning into her as she stood before him. They were indeed, taking in every little detail of her beautiful feminine form. Her dirty blonde hair leading down over her smooth shoulders to the squeezing leather corset, its white lacing a sharp contrast as it led to a knot just above her black lacy garter belt, the garters perfectly framing the tight, sexy knickers pulled tightly up her full, rounded rear, before leading down to her smooth legs, wrapped in fishnet before disappearing into her high-heeled boots. It was a picture of perfection, and to think that he had the honour of breaking her into BDSM was more than enough to make him rock hard. She turned back to him, clearing a little shy as she kept her head down, just leaning down to move to her boots.

"No," he said swiftly, leaning up from where he'd been lying on the bed, startling her a little and making her jolt up to look at him, blushing somewhat and clearly thinking she'd done something wrong.

"But I was just gonna..." she started, indicating her boots.

"No you haven't done anything wrong. I wanna see you pose in that sexy lingerie is all," he said with a smile, seeing her blush a little more as she smiled back before she gave a starting pose, flicking her head back with a hand in her hair, one on her hip with one leg forwards, arching her back to push her perky breasts out.

"Not bad, keep going," he said with a smirk and a nod as she gave him a playful roll of her eyes and then stood straight and leaned over, throwing her hair back out the way as it fell forwards, offering him a nice view down her corset, her firm breasts pressed up tightly by the leather, just inviting a good squeeze as she swayed for a moment and then stood back up, turning to give him a nice side profile. He took her in, her soft features, slender body defined by the peaks of her humble breasts and curve of her slightly arched back leading to her full rounded rear, all clad in sexy leather and lace. Seeing his pleasure, she gave a grin and then turned away, arching her back as tight as she could to push her arse out, squeezing her powerful legs together as she spun on her heels to present him her arse again, leaning forwards so her knickers retreated a little further between her cheeks and showed her off. She gave a glance back at him through her loose, golden hair, her deep brown eyes catching his over her bare shoulder.

"Spread those legs," he said huskily, glancing back down to her rear. Shakira wasn't a huge extrovert and to bend over and deliberately show herself off was not something she did. Feeling a little rush go through her, she took a deep breath as she leant forwards a little more and then stepped her legs apart, revealing the bulge of her pussy to him, hearing him breathe in a little sharper as she did so. She was already feeling a bit horny when she'd met up with him, the thrill of the new experience and all, and then with their talk and flirting she'd got more than a little turned on. And now, getting heavy with him and then voluntarily stripping had her hotter than she thought she'd ever been. She could feel the wetness of her pussy, her clit rock hard, all separated from him by just a thin layer of black lace.

"Now you can undo those boots, and don't you even think about bending your knees," he said, Shakira able to hear the smirk on his lips. She didn't mind at all though, in fact she loved it, the attention he gave her and ultimately the power she had over him in a way. She couldn't help but give a little laugh as he ordered her not to bend her knees, not making any excuses at wanting to see her arse as she bent over before him, not that she minded one little bit, loving him looking at her deep down despite her occasional shyness. Doing just as he asked, she bent straight over to reach down to her knee-high boots, hearing him give a sigh as her rounded rear pulled tight, the firm cheeks smooth and begging to be fondled, the inviting bulge of her pussy teasing him from under the lace as she reached down and slid the zips slowly down on both boots, rocking her body gently so her gorgeous booty swayed for him.

"Good girl," he said with a smile and a wink at her as she glanced back whilst she stood up, giving a proud smile herself at his appreciation. Raising each foot in turn, she pulled off her boots and tossed them aside with a thud. Turning back to him, she leaned down and ran her hands down her right leg, murmuring sensually as her hands glided over the garters and fishnet stocking, hooking her fingers into it slightly as she slid back up and showily unsnapped the garter from it. 

He watched on with hungry eyes as she unclipped the back one, not worried about her state of dress before him now as he drank her up with his gaze, making sure she kept her legs just apart enough to tease him so he could see the bulge of her hot pussy, but not enough to ruin the illusion. With the garters released, she pouted at him and pushed her hands down, slipping the fishnet stocking down her smooth, tanned leg, all the way to her ankle as she lifted it up, before she pulled the stocking by its lacy top so it was long and sprung off her foot. She gave a little spin of it and threw it towards him, landing on the foot of the bed with a purr. Repeating the act on her other delicious leg, it left her in her naughty French knickers and her garter belt, the garters hanging loosely down onto her thighs. 
"This isn't much use now then is it?" she said with a giggle, pulling the garter belt at her waist out with a thumb before she reached round the back and unhooked it, peeling the delicate black lingerie from her hips and also throwing it towards him. In just her corset and knickers, he eyed her up.

"Your legs look smooth, shaved?" he said, eyeing her smooth, shiny limbs.

"Waxed, went to my waxer yesterday to get ready," she said simply, giving a little twitch of her eyebrows before she turned away. His heart gave a little lurch as she bent over once again, nothing in the way now though, just her smooth legs running all the way up to her mostly exposed arse as her French knickers slipped up high again before she deliberately spread her legs a little so he could see her. Taking an audible breath, she reached back and took hold of the waist, stretching the elastic out, toying with it for a moment before she pushed it back, sliding her underwear down a little to just reveal the cleft of her soft buttocks. Pushing them down further, she could hear his breathing increase as she revealed pretty much her whole bum, just keeping herself covered enough to hide his final prize. With a deep breath, she took the plunge and pushed her knickers right down, pushing them down her thighs and letting them go, the thin black lace dropping to the floor to reveal her smooth, swollen pussy lips, waxed to perfection with her deep engorged inner lips visible between them, juicy and waiting.

"They did a good job," he breathed, his eyes locked on her sweet snatch as she held her position bent over and stepped out of her lacy underwear, picking them up before she straightened up again before turning to face him, bravely looking at him despite her embarrassment as she turned to show her naked bottom half to him, her pussy waxed completely bald and on display for him as she threw her knickers to him, landing on the bed with the rest of her lingerie as she spread her legs a little so he could fully see her, not wanting to disappoint.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, eyeing her juicy pussy before glancing back at her worried face.

"Smile babe, you're perfect," he said, making her break into a smile.

"Thank you," she said modestly, feeling more comfortable now, standing proudly before him in just her black leather corset. With a sly smile he slid onto his feet and approached her, eyeing her up as he reached her, just looking into her eyes for a moment before he slid his hands onto her bare hips, feeling the heat of her skin as he slid upwards and onto her smooth corset, his hands following the corset into her slim waist, where he stopped, holding her. 
"How tight is this thing?" he said, firmly squeezing her already tight body, making her murmur.

"Four inches smaller than my normal waist," she said softly, smiling cutely.

"Nice, not so tight you can't bend over at least though," he said, leaning forwards to softly kiss her before he slid around behind her, letting his hands run round her waist as she raised her arms for him. Once behind her, he flicked her hair away from her neck and lightly kissed it, her body shivering a little as he did it whilst his hands travelled upwards, cupping her firmly contained breasts in their black leather. He gave a good squeeze, since the leather was tight and she needed it, pressing into her soft boobs so she gave a grunt, immediately making her blush that she'd made such a noise.

"Sorry," she said a little embarrassed at her wanton sound.

"No it's good, that sounded great," he said, pressing forwards against her with his hips so she could feel his rock hard erection through his trousers, sending a little thrill through her. He pulled back again, trailing his hands down her sides and round the back, just letting them drag at her lacing before he pushed them down onto her warm, soft arse, a hand on each of her firm cheeks before he gave a good firm squeeze, making her groan throatily and tilt her head back a little. He sucked at her neck lightly and squeezed a little harder, feeling her shudder a little before he pulled away, giving a little pat to her rear as his hands slid back up to her waist again.

"It feels even better when you don't have anything on," he said, hearing her laugh softly as he licked up to her ear, just flicking at the lobe with his tongue, distracting her as his hand swiftly made its way over the front of her tight leather. His fingers slid off the bottom, over her smooth lower tummy and then straight onto her pussy, making her gasp at the sudden stimulation.

"Ooh somebody's a little turned on I think," he teased, rubbing her hot, swollen labia with just enough pressure to make her tingle, giving another gasp as he pressed his middle finger between her lips, just spreading them enough to stroke her delicate inner petals. Pulling up he expertly found her stiff clit, making her give another grunt of pleasure as he firmly rubbed round the outside of it, making her abdominal muscles tense and her try to double over in pleasure, resisting it as best she could.

"More than a little turned on, positively horny," he said, with a smirk, pulling his hand away and then slowly raising it to her lips, making it more than clear what he wanted from her. Shakira opened her mouth and leaned forward to capture his finger, eagerly sucking her sweet juices from it, feeling him stroke her hair with his spare hand.

"Good girl, just you wait there," he whispered in her ear, sliding away from behind her and walking across the room, leaving her hotter than ever. He went over to a set of drawers, opening the top one and delving in, his hand searching briefly before he pulled it back, drawing out a black leather collar, its buckle glinting in the refracted light coming through the skinny frosted windows that showed just above ground. Walking back over to her, Shakira flicked her hair back in readiness as he held it out, slipping it round her soft, slender neck and moving behind her. She reached back and held her hair up out the way as he deftly secured the collar snugly round her neck. It wasn't the first time she'd worn a collar but it certainly was during sex.

"There, just perfect," he said with a smile, stepping back in front of her as she smiled proudly, reaching up to lightly pull at the black leather, testing it a little. His hands slid to hers, holding them as he leaned forwards to kiss her again, their lips pressing together firmly before their tongues met, entwining and massaging one another as they kissed passionately, Shakira feeling her whole soul alight with excitement from him.

"I think it's time you did something else with your lips," he said huskily with a smirk as they broke apart, her breath breaking the air with a little sigh. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then broke into a devilish smile, slipping her hands from his and down his sides.

"Yes sir," she whispered, taking hold of his hips and lowering herself to her knees. She slid her hand round the belt of his dark jeans, taking hold and pulling it quite forcibly open, speedily undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. His jeans glided down his legs at her touch, her warm hands immediately sliding back up his limbs to his tented shorts, just brushing her hand over him with a little contented sigh as she took hold of the elastic at his hips. Pulling down quite quickly, she tugged his shorts down to join his jeans, letting his rock hard erection spring up, standing straight up totally solid before her. She couldn't hold back a little murmur of pleasure, looking up at him with a little flush of her cheeks as she did so, seeing him just smiling down at her. He reached out and just lightly stroked his fingers through her hair as she locked her eyes back on his cock, taking in the saluting 7" member just in front of her face, noticing how thick he was. Certainly thicker than average for his length she was sure, something she knew she was bound to notice when the time came. 

Reaching over she took hold of him firmly, feeling him shuffle his feet a little as she wrapped her dainty hand round his thick shaft, her hand not reaching fully around him. She saw no option but to use both hands, pushing her existing hand down to the base of his thick cock, placing her other elegant hand in front of it to double grip him, giving his stiff organ a firm squeeze. Shakira felt his thick cock surge and jump in her hands at the squeeze, smiling wryly as she started to slowly stroke up and down, firmly jerking him from the very base of his cock all the way to the bulbous tip that stood up just inches from her pretty face. He gave a light groan of pleasure as she started stroking up, squeezing and pressuring him in different ways as she stroked him, licking her lips in readiness. He didn't rush her, simply letting her work, preparing herself as she rocked slightly on her knees before him, working his solid erection as he looked down her corset at her firm, perky breasts.

"Ready when you are," he said with a smile down at her, her eyes just flitting up to meet his, her smile evident through them more than her lips. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth slightly and pressed her warm, soft lips to the tip of his cock, her tongue just touching and then firmly kneading at the tip of his large purple head, feeling him shift a little before she pushed forwards, just allowing her soft lips to follow every contour of his hardon as she sunk him into her hot mouth, hearing him groan as she did. He shivered a little as she pushed down to take him almost to the back of her throat, feeling his hand glide through her dirty blonde hair as she paused, just sucking lightly at him, hollowing her cheeks so their exquisite softness pressed onto his shaft as her tongue made a raking motion up the underside and off the tip, making his thick cock twitch.

"Mm Shakira..." he breathed, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations as she slipped herself back on him, sliding his length out of her mouth as she pulled back to the head, pausing to swirl her powerful tongue around it before gliding back down his shaft to take around 5" in again, bumping the back of her throat this time, giving a little moan that sent pleasant vibrations through his cock. Shakira didn't wait this time, slipping back up him again, starting to suck harder now, a firm suction on his member as she started to work with her tongue. Rolling her tongue back under him, she flicked it quite expertly forwards so that the tip ran down the underside of his cock, where she would then wrap it around the thick shaft, lapping up the sides. As she started to bob her head, she timed it perfectly so that she flicked it down him as she took him into her mouth and then wrapped it hotly round him as she pulled back up his cock, her lips bulging on the ridge of his swollen head. His groans and mumbles of pleasure were all she needed to hear to know she was doing a good job, since after all these things came with a little practise.

Picking up her pace, she started bobbing harder on him, bumping the back of her throat firmly, resting her tongue tricks and just using it to firmly push up along his shaft as she briskly sucked up and down, making slightly slurping noises as he brushed her hair back from her face to see her swallowing his cock. She wouldn't deny that she was enjoying it, drooling a little round him as she aimed to give him the hottest blowjob of his life, the saliva running down her chin, which she was a little glad he couldn't see so he didn't think she'd done this too many times. She sucked a little harder again, hearing him give a gasp as it pulled at his engorged head before she pushed down to take a little more in, pushing at her throat and making it quite clear her long term aim as she took hold of his hips. His hand rested in her soft, dirty-blonde hair, feeling the movements of her head as she bobbed up and down, her soft lips wrapped tightly round his cock, a dream come true. He never imagined on receiving a return letter from her that things would ever get to this, and it was just perfect, the Columbian pop star sucking happily on his cock and doing a great job as he always knew she would.




Shakira: el Principio



"That feels great," he said, pushing to meet her a little. Shakira responded, pressing forwards harder to take him in almost his whole length, well into her throat now as she held back her gag response and continued to suckle at him whilst her tongue worked. Her hands gripped his hips tighter as she forced herself down, giving a little shiver as she took all 7 thick inches of his hot cock, feeling her throat stretch to accommodate him as she pressed her nose into his groin, feeling his heartbeat through the erection completely in her. After just letting them both feel it for a moment, Shakira pulled right back on him then pushed down again on him, deepthroating him once more as he grunted in pleasure, feeling her moan throatily before she pulled back and did it again, building up a rhythm on his stiff cock. He could take it no more, his fingers sliding through her hair before he took a firm grasp on her head, thrusting himself deeply into her mouth as she was pushing down, making her almost choke at the sudden change in pace.

"That's it, I've had enough of your teasing," he said sternly, her eyes snapping up to look at him as he pulled back and thrust into her mouth, pressing up to her face as she took him the deepest she had so far. Holding her firmly he immediately increased the pace, pulling back quickly and driving into her mouth, his bulbous head slipping straight into her waiting throat. Shakira didn't fight him, simply doing her best to pleasure him, still sucking well and using her tongue to attack any part of his cock that she could as he face fucked her. She held her tongue up firmly after he pulled back so that his sensitive head would hit the soft, hot underside of it each time he thrust into her mouth, which worked with excellent results, feeling him grunt and pick up the pace a little more, drooling uncontrollably now though she didn't care. It didn't take long till she felt the inevitable twitching and tightening that signified his imminent climax. Swiftly yanking out, she gasped for breath as he pulled her head back sharply by her long hair, making her yelp slightly.

"Open your mouth and tip your head back," he commanded, in no mood for any game she might want to play right now. Shakira didn't want to toy with him though, she was just as eager for him to orgasm as he was right now. Obediently she sank back on her knees, tilting her head back so her long hair hung back down over the lacing off the black leather corset, presenting her pretty face and smooth chest as she opened her mouth, her tongue slightly out. He grabbed his slippery cock and started jerking fiercely, stepping forwards and grabbing her hair again as he pushed his head to her soft lips, just resting the tip on her full lower one. Working himself hard for a few seconds more, he pushed forwards a bit and came hard with a grunt, feeling a shiver run through him. He spurted hard, his thick, hot come shooting into the back of her throat, the second spurt going a little high and hitting her top lip and teeth before he unloaded the rest into her mouth and over her eager tongue which flexed and wiggled as she breathed heavily whilst his climax endured. With a few final gasps he squeezed out the last of his semen into her waiting mouth, wiping the last drop off on her bottom lip, Shakira unable to hold back a little giggle.

"Swallow," he said, smiling slightly at her foxy expression. Without any attempted complaints, she closed her mouth, rolled the taste a little with a mumble of pleasure and then visibly swallowed, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out to make it clear.

"Well done," he said with a smile, reaching out to brush his hand through her soft hair as she ran her tongue over her lips to collect the small amount that was left on her top lip, enjoying the taste.

"Thanks, hope I was good enough," she said a little shyly, standing up in front of him, his hand sliding up to just rest at her hip, on the edge of the leather of the bottom of her corset.

"You were amazing hun," he said, seeing her beam with pride as his other hand slid up oppositely to rest on her hips fully, holding her firmly as he leaned forward to kiss her softly. She opened her mouth eagerly and was greeted by his tongue, using her own to do the same to him, their kiss rapidly becoming far more enthusiastic, his hands immediately sliding round to her full arse. Shakira murmured in pleasure as he firmly squeezed her, just holding her for a moment before his right hand slipped down to the top of her thigh and then in between her legs, making her nearly jump as his fingertips brushed her soft, wet pussy from behind.

"I think you're ready for me," he murmured between kisses, Shakira moving down to kiss lightly along his neck as his hands slid back up her sexy figure, one on her back, the other squeezing and brushing over her firm breasts, pushed up high in the black leather corset. He eased her back till her smooth legs bumped into the bed, then pushed her back so she fell onto it, though he lowered her down to the sheets, helping her slide back up them so her dainty feet were completely on the before sliding down on top of her, going for her neck with soft kisses. She moaned lightly in pleasure as he sucked gently at her smooth, tanned skin, his hands running down her sides to the curve of her inviting hips.

"This corset really is perfect, thank you for wearing it," he said, running his hands over the warm leather, heated by her hot body beneath its squeezing form. 

"It's no problem," she breathed, blinking slowly in pleasure as he kissed down onto her chest, his warm breath spreading down her prominent cleavage.

"No, my girl is going to be properly thanked for this treat," he murmured, running his tongue onto her left breast. She felt a little tingle run through her as he took ownership of her in a way, calling her "his girl" thrilling her as she'd never been referred to in quite such a way before. He kissed over the tops of both her lovely boobs before moving down over her tight corset, dragging his tongue down the smooth black leather as he looked up to her, their eyes meeting as he reached the inevitable bottom of the garment, just a couple of inches above her sweet, smooth pussy. She was caught a little off guard as she felt his fingers bump her mound first, her breath catching as they slid across her soft, swollen lips, just brushing her stiff clitoris as it hid under its engorged hood.

She gave a moan as his hot breath spread over her bald lips, turning to a sigh of pleasure as his lips made contact with her, just planting a kiss straight on her clitoris, massaging a little with his lips. Before getting her going any more he pulled back, tugging her hood a little with his lips as he did so, allowing it to slip back a little more as he slid down, dragging the underside of his tongue down her slit, the tip just curling to dip into her ever so slightly, tasting her juices. She mumbled in pleasure as he quickly moved back the other way, dragging his tongue flatly up her pussy, pressing slightly at her soft lips before he really got to work. His tongue immediately found her clit properly, sliding up and circling it rapidly, making her back arch tightly in pleasure as she felt the pressure build quickly in her, her thighs trying to squeeze before he abruptly stopped.

"Don't want you coming too quickly on me," he said with a teasing smile, looking up at her before he slid down, the tip of his tongue flicking over her stiff clit before he pushed it straight into her soft folds, making her groan loudly as he buried every possible part of his tongue into her pussy, feeling her contract and squeeze at him. He powerfully wiggled it within her, pushing at her velvet walls, feeling her respond and move around him as he did, his lips pressed to her own. He pulled back to her entrance, then started to rapidly thrust his tongue in and out of her, feeling her push up at his face as he slid his hands down to hold her hips steady. Pulling back, he slid up to her clit again, pushing her hood back and sliding onto it, only gently this time, softly moving over it as she felt his fingers again, just a single one this time though, sliding up and down her slick entrance.

After a moment he slid it forwards, finding absolutely no problem in sliding a finger up into her eager pussy, her body almost sucking it in to the knuckle as she breathed heavily, her chest heaving by now as he started to slightly rotate his finger within her before moving to attach his lips to her clit, sealing around her hard nub and starting to dab at the tip with his tongue. He just worked like that for a moment, starting to slide his finger back and forth lightly before she was suddenly filled by two fingers, which still had no problem sliding right into her since she was absolutely dripping wet for him. He didn't waste any time, pulling back and immediately starting to thrust his two fingers quite briskly into her and started sucking firmly at her clit, making her grunt loudly, causing her to blush a little at the pure noise she'd just made as her hands grasped the sheets around her, his hand supporting her hips which were still off the bed from when she'd ground upwards shortly before, her legs taut beside him, pressed quite close to him now.

"Oh god yes!" she gasped, resisting him as he moved to pressed her round ass back down to the bed, yielding to him as he started to suck harder at her clit to overpower her.

"Try and relax," he murmured through her clit, making her lift her head for a second to look down, wondering why before she was overpowered again by the powerful ministrations of his lips which were now nibbling lightly at her button. She realised what he meant when she felt the tip of a finger press at her anus, pushing at the strong muscle firmly with his finger lubricated by her juices. She felt her body denying him entry and tried to relax herself, no mean feat when he was licking at her clit again, swirling round it softly, enough to knot up her tummy. Shakira managed to relax herself enough for him to push his finger into her arse, immediately using her slick juices to let him drive his finger quite deeply into her as her body tried to stop him, making her gasp with little twinges of pain. He just held his finger still for a moment as he slid down to push his tongue back inside her, swirling round to send comfortable waves of pleasure into her, not as intense as his continued attack on her clitoris.

"That's it, just breathe," he guided as he felt her soften under him, her arse releasing its vice like grip round his finger. He was fully hard again now, just wishing he could kneel up and slide straight into her dripping pussy, but she wasn't ready for that. He didn't want to rush things, so just enjoying feeling her body shift and react to him as he started to gently move his finger as he pulled back to tease her soft inner lips with the end of his powerful tongue. Pulling back to the tip of his finger he felt her clamp down tightly, so tight he couldn't even move, which sent a little rush through him at the thought of what she'd be like when he pushed his cock into her arse. Teasing her a little more to get her to release him, he raised his second finger again and pressed them into her arsehole quite firmly, stretching her out and pushing in before she had a chance to react.

"Ahh fuck," she growled through gritted teeth, her body tensing, making her sit up and look down at him. 
"Lay back down," he said softly, glancing up to her before he lowered her mouth to her sweet pussy again, going back to her waiting clit and moving round it rapidly with his tongue, immediately making her body quiver, eyelids fluttering before she collapsed back on the bed, overwhelmed by the sweet pleasure as he took the chance to push deeper with his two fingers. He was expecting her to shut him down again, but she managed to mostly control herself, only squeezing slightly so he could push to full depth with the two fingers in her curvy rear. Just holding still a moment he slid his tongue back into her again, loving how she squeezed each time he did, hearing her moan in pleasure as he wiggled and thrust it in and out, starting to move the fingers buried in her arse, pumping them shortly into the hot, forbidden haven.

"Oh god, oh..." she trailed off, getting close now. He decided to finish it now, shoving his fingers as deep into her as he could, making her grunt and thrust up to his face, meeting him perfectly as he slid out of her pussy and straight onto her clit, making her jolt sharply at the sudden sensation shooting into her core. He quickly massaged and nibbled at her pussy with his lips, just brushing the tip of her clit with his teeth before his talented tongue took over to finish her off. She groaned loudly, her powerful thighs squeezing his head, the smooth skin warmly enclosing him as he assaulted her pussy as fast and hard as he could, his tongue powerfully swirling all over and around the hard nub of her clit, every little tiny bump and contour of his tongue exciting the thousands of nerve ends they slid over. With a squeal of pure ecstasy, she thrust her hips against his mouth and gave a spasm, her arse clamping hard on his fingers. He continued to rapidly tongue her clit through her orgasm, loving how she shook and jerked under him, her hands clawing at the sheets as she gasped for breath, grunting and groaning in rapture from her hard orgasm.

She reached down, pulling his head away as she came down, her pussy becoming too sensitive to touch as she did. He pulled away, looking up at her dreamy expression, smiling with complete satisfaction, strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty face. He slowly eased his fingers out of her arse, seeing her give a little shiver as she slipped free, her arse squeezing shut immediately as he moved up between smooth thighs, his completely hard cock bouncing a little as he did. Again it was very tempting to just slip straight into her juicy snatch and fuck her, but he didn't want to rush things and wanted to give her a breather first. However when he moved up to kiss her, Shakira lying on her back with her legs spread eagle, his erection slid very clearly over her smooth pussy, making her murmur and look up, thinking he was about to penetrate her. 
"Are you going to...?" she whispered, looking down at his cock resting on her hot, puffy lips before he kissed her, their tongues fighting for a moment before he broke away.

"Not just yet hun, just relax," he said, making it more than clear he had every intention of having sex with her shortly. He slid off to one side, his rock hard cock sticking up ready as he waited for her to rest, cool off a bit, and regain her senses next to him. Looking over at her, his eyes drank up the smooth form of her gorgeous body, loving her slender waist, squeezed by the black leather corset, which contrasted with her lightly tanned skin beautifully.

"Want me now?" she murmured, looking over at him with a smirk after a couple more minutes, having seen him eyeing her.

"Only if you're ready for it," he said, reaching out to brush some of her dirty blonde hair back from her lightly glistening face.

"Yeah, come on big boy," she said with a cheeky smile, licking her upper lip sexily before giving a little laugh. He returned it, just loving how Shakira was so feisty and fun. Leaning over he kissed her firmly, their tongues immediately seeking one another's as he slid back on top of her, his rock hard cock immediately pressing against her swollen pussy, splitting the lips open and rubbing against her soft, pink inner ones. She moaned lightly in pleasure as he kissed down onto her neck, past her leather collar as he pulled back a little so his bulbous head slid down her slit to her entrance. Tentatively pushing, he just let the tip of his cock push in slightly before easing off, wanting both of them to savour the moment when they connected on a level they'd always yearned for. 
With a firm press, he took the plunge and pushed inside her, his bulbous head and first inch or so of his cock sinking into her soft, hot body after a moment of pressure, both of them groaning in pure pleasure at the penetration. He felt her body squeeze and grab at him, urging him forwards into her hot channel, but he managed to resist, just letting her initial contraction abate first. Laying over her, he leaned down and kissed her again, Shakira eagerly returning it as lay together just barely connected before he pushed again. If he hadn't already had his eyes shut they would have squeezed shut in pleasure as his cock slipped up her velvet tunnel, feeling her rippling and twitching hotly around as he pushed a low groan out of her, just hearing her vocal chords strain with the pleasure at the unabashed sound she made, not the least bit shy now as she loved the feeling of taking another couple of inches of him into her body.
 Neither of them felt the need to speak as he held for a moment again before he pushed all the way into her, stretching her out as he buried himself fully into her in a paced, powerful stroke, pushing right in against her shaven lips as they both groaned their pure pleasure as they joined completely at the hip. 
"Is it as good as you imagined?" Shakira whispered, breaking the intimate silence they shared. 
"Better than I could have ever believed," he whispered back, smiling at her before their lips locked again as he pulled back a little and gave her a short thrust. She just murmured her pleasure and he pulled back again, further this time, plunging into her a little harder and then back again, getting a rhythm going. At this time he didn't intend to give her a pounding, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of finally having sex with her after so long by letter. Shakira pulled her knees up, just sliding them close to him so he rubbed against her smooth, warm legs as he pumped in and out, her arms sliding round his neck, rocking her hips with him as he slowly pushed in and out of her dripping pussy. She felt perfectly satisfied, his girth stretching her out just right to enjoy without being too big for her to handle, but still thicker than she'd taken before. Pulling right back to the head, he thrust in harder, bumping her cervix with the tip of his rock hard cock, making her push up to him a little.

"I think it's time for your ass," he said simply, pumping powerfully into her with his full length in a steady rhythm that they were both enjoying.

"Now? Sure you don't wanna stay right here?" she purred, giving his cock a strong squeeze with her muscles, making him grunt.

"I'm not saying I don't, just I'd rather be elsewhere," he said with a sly smile, looking into her eyes. Both of them had a spark, just Shakira was clearly more nervous about it.

"Well I guess I have to do it sometime, just first time nerves you know?" she said with a smile, leaning up to kiss him before he slowed in her and withdrew his glistening cock, still completely rock hard as he slid onto his knees, taking her hands before sliding back onto the floor, sliding her down over the sheets to the foot of the large bed. Her dainty feet touched down on the floor and he pulled her up, sliding his arm round her to guide her towards the large table at the side of the basement room. He pushed Shakira ahead of him to the table, urging her forwards until her hips pressed against the thick wooden tabletop. He then pressed against her shoulders, guiding her to bend over, pushing firmly on her until she lay flat down on the table. Her tightly squeezed up breasts pressed against the cool wood, making her inhale a little sharply as he held her down just a moment till she relaxed.

His hands slid easily back down her sides to her curvy hips, taking hold firmly before she felt his foot between her own, nudging her smooth legs apart. She complied easily, letting him ease her legs apart quite wide so her leather clad body rested firmly down on the wood, leaving her dripping pussy completely exposed and making her arse a prime target. He however ignored it for a moment, quickly pushing his rock hard cock to her bulging pussy and driving forwards, easily sliding all the way into her, making her groan and drop her head to the table in pleasure as she was filled up again. 




Shakira, Shakira--- I Love your Ass



Do you think that the real Shakira does Anal? 

I mean, just look at the way she shakes her hips! I'd bet she does and probably does it often! 

Which is why I would really like to be her next Lover--I really wanna be the next guy she lets into her confidence, lets into her heart. OK, I'll put it another way: I wanna be the next guy she fucks! The next guy she rolls over for and begs him to fuck her tight, tiny asshole and make her cum. Screamingly! 

And I would, too! 

It might take a bit of rope, however, because her hips are sooo strong and she would probably knock Me off the bed! 

So, picture this, kiddies--- 

I tie her up, facedown, with a gag in her mouth (to prevent her from screaming too loud and damaging My sensitive ears!) I've got a bunch of BIG pillows under her stomach and her crotch, so her ass is tilted upwards and back, making it easier for Me to slide My erection into her tight asshole. 

I offer to use whatever her favorite brand of lubrication is but she declines, saying, "Just shove your dick into my tight cunt, I'm so fucking wet down there, your dick will be slick enough to get into my asshole in no time at all!" 

So, I put the gag back into her mouth, slide a finger into her tight, wet cunt, then pull it out and insert two fingers. Then three fingers. Then four fingers! I stretch her tight cunt, wide open with My four fingers, soaking my whole hand with the juices from her now-loosened, sopping-wet cunt! 

I am able now to work one, then two, then three of My wet, slippery fingers inside Shakira's tight, tight, TIGHT backdoor! I feel the muscles loosen after she has a quick but intense orgasm! 

Then I rip My fingers out of her anal hole and slap her tight ass cheeks and hiss into her ear, how much I am going to enjoy fucking the hell out of her tight pink star! 

This treatment reminds her of how helpless she is to resist My desires, because she's still tied up and at My mercy! 

Rather than prolong her misery and/or My needs, I line My erection up with the opening of her anal tract and shove, full-force, with all My might, My hard-on into her slick bunghole! Burying Myself into her with that kind of speed, that kind of force, shocks Shakira and forces her to whimper as a tear of pain pours down her cheek! Then, as soon as I'm inside, all the way, just as quickly, I pull back out, leaving just the crown embedded within the confines of her anus! Then I slowly, sl-ow-ly, s-l-o-w-l-y insert Myself back inside. 

This kind of treatment always drives Shakira insane with lust and she wants/ needs to push her hips back and swallow My cock with her ass muscles. But of course, because the bitch is tied up, she's powerless to do anything but cry and whimper into the gag stuffed into her mouth! 

Meanwhile, after 10, 15 minutes of My slow insertion, I've finally reached bottom! And all I can hear at this point is Shakira, whimpering. If her mouth were not so stuffed full of the gag, she would be babbling, making no sense at all. The pillows underneath her are soaking wet because she has been in a consistent orgasm after another for the past ten minutes. Realizing her mental state, I pull out quickly, completely, and spank the superstar on her ass and thighs until both are beet-red! Then I grab onto My riding crop, which is, as always, conveniently hanging by My bed on the wall, and I use it to further Shakira's pain/ pleasure threshold! 

I strike her once on each buttock and hear her grunt in ecstasy and realize that the little slut enjoys being treated like this. With each separate strike of the leather crop, she has a mini-orgasm! And the harder I hit her, the more intense her climaxes get! 

I hit her as hard as I've ever whipped anyone and she begins to shake then goes into wild tremors and starts screaming and crying behind the gag in her mouth! 

Just as soon as she calms down from the last orgasmic tremblings, I pull on her long, blond hair and pulling her head back, I call her a "total cunt-whore-bitch!" This causes her to whimper, nod her head, yes, then breathe heavily again, as she starts to orgasm, yet again! I pull the gag out of her mouth and lock My lips upon hers in a kiss so steamy, so hot and intense, that it would set a house afire! We start fighting for supremacy with our tongues, trying to work our way into the others throat! When she sucks My tongue into her throat, as if it were My cock, I begin to feel the primal urges of My own orgasm, start to build. I pull My mouth off of Shakira's, push the gag back into her mouth and yell at her to, "Shut up, cunt! I need to cum!" 

I grab onto the handle of the crop and shove the fat end of it deeply into her wet cunt, as far as it will go, till it bumps against her cervix. Then I push it harder into her body, making her cry out in absolute pain before I pull it all the way out again, making her wince in more, emptied agony. 

Pushing it back in again and flipping her so she's completely ass-up again, I ram My still-hard dick back into her anal chute! 

The force of the veritable Anal rape and the riding crop's handle--shoved deeply into her cunt, causes her to lose consciousness as her body goes into such paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure that her mind can't process it all at once so it completely shuts down! 

Her mind never even registers the feelings of MY orgasm as I pump everything I have in Me, in the way of semen, into her colon by way of her stretched-out anus! 

My only consolation being that, if she were NOT passed-out, the feeling of My cum, shooting into her ass, would give her an orgasm like it always has in the past, every time I've fucked her ass before! 

And as you feel My lips, press against your forehead, you smile. Then you go back to sleep. Dreaming the dreams of Angels. 

Sleep well, Shakira... You've worked hard for and earned your rest, my dear. 

I think I will join you in a moment. 

[*YAWWWWNNNNN...*] 

Goodnight, dear reader. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... 

xo, -BB (Lover of Tight Butts!) (:-}D) 



Shakira's Ass Sniffer



Shakira. She of Colombian-Lebanese descent, hot Latina looks and recently blonde hair. She also had a killer body and, especially, a killer ass. Always encased in either leather or Spandex, it always moved as if it was a totally separate entity. It was also a smelly ass as, while not as publicly known as, say Jenny McCarthy, Sarah McLachlan or Tyra Banks, Shakira was a farter. At the end of each show, her band and singers would have to use oxygen masks to get air while the stage was fumigated.

Neil was a casual fan of Shakira for over a year and liked her music. He also had a bit of a crush on her, although unlike others, he was not exactly obsessed with her. He did have her CD "Laundry Service", as well as one or two Spanish CDs, and a poster on his bedroom door. One day, he received a letter informing him that he was the owner of a "Lucky Ticket" which allowed him backstage after Shakira's next show. Neil looked over the ticket approvingly.

"Very cool," Neil smiled to himself. "I can't wait."

The show was an awesome, two hour-plus fiesta with little Miss Ass Shaker doing her thing with her Spandex-encased ass shaking it and the crowd eating it up. After the show, Neil went backstage and showed his ticket to the bodyguard outside Shakira's dressing room. The ex-football player nodded and allowed him to enter. Shakira was reclining on a sofa with a bottle of water in her hand, dressed in a white tank and reddish-brown Spandex tights with black lace fringe. A smiled creased her lovely features as she took a gulp of water.

"Welcome," She greeted. Her voice was soft and low with a noticeable accent. "I take it you are Neil."

"I am," Neil replied. "Great show, by the way."

"Gracias. May I see ticket, por favore?"

"Sure thing." Neil obliged and handed it over.

"Congratulations. You get to be part of my staff for rest of tour."

"Very nice. What do I do?"

FRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!! ROOOOOAARRRTTT!! Two rather swampy-odored farts serenaded Neil as Shakira giggled, waving her hand in front of her ass. Neil raised an amused eyebrow, yet he obviously did not seem to object too strongly.

"Mi perdon. I do that a lot. Especially onstage."

"Hey. Some things can't be helped. It actually smells kind of nice."

"Gracias. What do you do? You are, how you say, 'bum sniffer'?"

"You want me to sniff your ass?"

"Si. You will be paid well and get to travel with me."

Neil thought about it and how millions of men would have literally killed to be in his position. He would get to travel the world, see some exotic places and would have money in his pocket. Plus, he would more than likely hook up with some very hot, sweet senoritas and get some serious booty call. All it required was to sniff Shakira's hot, smelly ass every night after the show. Neil thought about it for all of around twenty seconds before nodding and putting out his hand.

"Why not? Got yourself a deal, love."

"Bueno." Shakira's smiled widened joyfully. "Why not start now?"

Shakira walked over and embraced him tightly, planting her lips full on his in a passionate kiss. She then gently lowered him to his knees and turned around so her ass was right in his face, those lovely Spandex-covered cheeks pressed against his nose. FAAARRRAAAPPTTT!!! OOAARRTTPPP!!! The odor soaked through the Spandex and buried itself deep into Neil's nostrils as Shakira gently gyrated and shook against his face.

"Smell good, si?"

"Si," Neil grinned broadly. "Smell real good."

The "initiation" finished a half an hour later with Shakira gracing Neil with the best blowjob he had ever received in his entire life. Not only was the Colombian songbird's ass deadly, but her mouth was as well as she gently played with and teased Neil's member a full half-hour to forty-five minutes before allowing him to climax, all while kneeling on his face and gyrating her smelly bottom against his nose as it bombed away. Between the farts and the blowjob, Neil decided that it was definitely worth the humiliation. The next night in Miami, Shakira was doing her thing while Neil watched from the side of the stage, smiling as the musicians made poor attempts to hide that the stench was killing them. One of the security guards smiled as he punched Neil's arm good-naturedly.

"You lucky bastard," He chuckled. "You know how many poor shits would KILL to be you?"

"Oh, well." Neil shrugged. "I guess some guys got it."

Shakira and company took their bows and walked off the stage, the musicians running to find the nearest oxygen tanks. Neil fell in next to his hot blonde employer, winking at a few chuckling faces. The two walked into Shakira's dressing room and Neil immediately lay on the sofa, making himself comfortable, as Shakira knelt on top of him and gently lowered his pants and underwear. Neil softly licked the singer's Spandex-encased bottom, eliciting a slight giggle of appreciation from her. ROOOOOPPPAARRRRTT!! A powerful baritone toot greeted Neil's nose as he continued to tongue Shakira's ass, the odor actually beginning to turn him on. FWEEEEUUUUPPPEERRRRTTT!! UUUUAARRRROOOPP!!! The bombs kept exploding and the stench rose in intensity, causing a greenish cloud to permeate the room. Shakira played with Neil's stiff member, softly stroking his meat while gently licking and sucking it. His moans of pleasure were muffled by her bottom smothering his face and serenading him.

"I had good show tonight," Shakira purred. "Good show mean I reward you for being good employee. Sniff, mi querida Bum Sniffer. Get good whiff of my fart."

Neil gladly got "good whiff" of the Colombian's farts. Every last sweet, hot, pungent one of them. The tour them took them to Mexico where there was a party celebrating a local radio show's tenth anniversary. There were plenty of hot senoritas for Neil to discreetly gawk at. Some even talked to him, their fluency in English ranging from so-so to almost perfect. Shakira was talking to Thalia about getting Neil as her Ass Licker through a contest and how wonderful he was. Neil glanced over and smiled wickedly, fantasies about a menage-a-tois playing in his mind. They walked over with playful smiles as Mrs. Tommy Mattola wrapped a friendly arm around Neil, kissing his cheek.

"Bueno," She purred. Her English was more fluent, though her accent was endearing. "Are you enjoying the party, Neil?"

"Yes, I am," Neil replied.

"Shakira tells me you are her 'bum sniffer'?"

"Yes. It's actually quite pleasant."

"I see." Thalia's eyes glimmered wickedly. "Do you mind if she shares you with me?"

"Not at all. If the hubby has no objections."

"Tomas is not here, but I do not think he would object."

"In that case, ladies. I am entirely at your service. Shall we?"

With that, Neil and the two singers discreetly left the party and walked up to the hotel bedroom where Thalia was staying. He made himself comfortable as Thalia and Shakira removed their shoes and climbed onto the bed, Thalia kneeling on Neil's face and Shakira kneeling right below his crotch. The Colombian began playing with Neil's member as The "Mexican Madonna" ground her ass against his much-abused face. RUUUUFFRRRRIIIPPP!!! OOORRRAAARRTTTT!!! Thalia's bottom tooted very sweetly, yet the gas was a surprisingly pleasant combination of strawberries and cabbage. RIRRPPTTTT!! Another toot tickled Neil's nose as he moaned plesurably at being doubly aroused. Half-an-hour later, the two singers switched places with Shakira planting her Spandex ass on Neil's face and Thalia playing with an already stiffened member. Mrs. Mottola's tongue gently caressed Neil's genitalia and played with his stiff as Shakira's bottom tooted away. FROOOPPP!! RAPPARRRRTTT!!! UUFFFAARRGGG!!! Bomb after bomb exploded, the odor increasing in intensity to almost melting the-wallpaper-off status, as the ladies enjoyed "partying" with Shakira's "ass sniffer". They giggled while chatting in Spanish as they let Neil up.

"That was fun," Neil smiled. "We should do that again."

"Si," Shakira grinned. "That was good time."

"I can see why Shakira picked you." Thalia purred. "You are a good sniffer."

"Thanks." Neil winked. "The tongue was a bonus."

"I was talking to Shakira just now and she said that as soon as her tour was over, she would let me borrow you for a while. If you don't object."

"Hell, no. The more the merrier."

The two singers merely smiled as they kissed Neil and treated him to one more double-barreled blast.

THE END

My first story. Questions or comments?