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Stroking

By: WFEATHER



On My back upon the bed, My eyes closed, I breathe slowly as you rest your head upon My bare chest. With My arm draped over you, I relax as much as I possibly can, focusing on your dutiful action. 

you stroke Me slowly, your hand gripping firmly as it glides up and down My length. I can practically feel your eyes gazing in amazement upon My hardened arousal, the unmistakable sign of My desire for you. 

I open My eyes at last, but your head is unfortunately in the way, however, so I cannot watch your small hand creating such pleasurable sensations within Me. I give a breast a gentle squeeze and am rewarded by a subtle, nearly-inaudible change in your breathing, but I do not wish to distract you from your task. 

you pause, but only to reach for the small bottle. With your left hand, you awkwardly thumb open the hinged cap, and a few seconds later, I feel the first cool sensation of the lube befalling My heated anatomy, sending a shudder up My spine and causing My hand to involuntarily tighten a little around your breast. 

Once you believe you have added enough lube, you thumb the hinged cap closed and again set the bottle upon the bed. For a moment, your right hand opens to spread the lube all around My hearty erection, spreading the coolness, although already the lube is warming to the temperature of My desire. 

At last, you resume your appointed task, stroking Me gently, your hand moving more easily at the same pace as before. I close My eyes again, focusing upon the wonderful young woman caring for Me and the arousal she continues to inspire within Me. 

I can feel it, deep within Me. I can feel the need slowly gathering, not unlike the clouds before a summertime shower. I feel seemingly heavy between my thighs, and I know all too well what that means, yet I am torn -- torn because I know you enjoy watching My love surge from Me, especially when it covers you in white, but also because I do not yet want this to end, for I truly enjoy and adore these slow, gentle, romantic moments. 

...moments just like this, in this moonlit bedroom, alone with you, baring My body and My soul to you as you bare all to Me. While I am always the Master and you are always the slave, it is in moments like this when those roles are entirely irrelevant, when you and I connect on a level which is just as deep and just as profound as the most painful experiences I can bestow upon you. 

I breathe deeply, slowly, willing Myself to calm, holding My need at bay, and, at least for the moment, it works. I can then focus more on the intimate action of your hand, small when compared with My solid length, yet extremely capable of producing great pleasure. 

your head lifts from My chest, and I feel you shifting position beside Me upon the bed. Then I feel your hair brushing against My face, your breath warm, and then your soft lips. 

Still you continue to stroke Me, your actions slowing as the kiss lingers. With both arms wrapped around you, I hold you close, wishing I could reach into your chest to cradle and protect your heart with My own hands. your hand drops lower, your fingers gently kneading My weighty testicles, and I moan softly into your mouth. 

your lips lifting away, your breath warm upon my face, I open My eyes to gaze into your soul. The trust and the respect and the desire and the love all combine to create a tremendous flame within you, drawing Me ever closer to you... 

I grasp your head in My hands and pull your lips back down to Mine, and your response is to squeeze My lengthy desire. I groan into your mouth, shuddering from your kiss and from your touch. As the kiss lengthens, your hand gradually tightens, and all too soon, My breathing becomes labored, My hips move slowly, My hands boldly grope your body. 

Resting your head once again upon My chest, I can feel your eyes watching the intimate actions of your hand. I wonder if you can feel My pulse with your fingers and your palm. I wonder if you truly know the speed at which the clouds are gathering within My loins. 

"Please don't stop..." Not a command, just a desirous plea from one soul to another. 

your hand tightens even more, as does My hold upon you. you have brought Me to such a point of arousal that it almost hurts. you, who are so often vulnerable and helpless, so often on the receiving end of My kinky whims, now have near-total control, stroking Me with quick and firm motions. 

"Please!" 

I almost never say anything when W/we are intimate, so that I can better hear your hard breaths and your passionate cries. The roles are truly reversed. 

My eyes closed, I feel you lift your head from My chest as the weighty need nears the point of no return. your hair brushes across My exposed skin... 

Just as you kiss Me directly over My heart, My passion rises from Me, a jet of white erupting like a geyser. I clutch you fiercely, groaning and shaking in this moment of complete vulnerability, consumed by the pleasure you give Me and reveling in the fact that I can share such a tremendous moment specifically with you. 

When at last I am spent, when My hold loosens and My breathing begins to slow, I open My eyes at last, and I find that, despite the mess I had made upon Myself and upon your hand and wrist, the flame still burns brightly within you, and you even seem to glow a little from your role in creating the mess. 

After a few minutes, you extricate yourself from My arms and slip off the bed. Now you are truly the slave again, taking care in cleaning and putting away the lube. Yet I notice how you discretely glance at My penis, and knowing you, I presume that My guess is right: you are reliving the act of stroking Me. 

Stroking For Mrs. Lee



I had transferred late to a college in San Diego and was desperately looking for someplace to live. I was hoping to be in one of the fun "students only" apartment complexes but found them all full by the time I got there. I read all the papers and took all of the housing notices posted on bulletin boards around the campus and made call after call until finally finding what appeared to be the very last room in the area. 

Just six blocks from campus I knocked on the door of a large older home in a mixed residential and business area. I had spoken to Mrs. Lee on the phone just moments before and when she opened the door I was greeted by a smiling stocky Chinese woman, who at only about five-foot tall was dwarfed by my six-foot frame.

We talked for a few moments in her living room where she explained that she lived there with her elderly mother and that she rented two upstairs rooms to students each semester. I would have guessed that Mrs. Lee was only about fifty years old and having been brought to the United States as a very young girl, spoke perfect English with only a slight accent.

Mrs. Lee asked if I would like to see the available room and led me upstairs. Apparently the large room at one end of the hall was already rented to two female students who had moved in three days ago. There was a shared bathroom in between and at the other end of the hall a tiny room with one very large window looking out to over the garage to the side of a commercial building next door.

Mrs. Lee explained that the one nice part of the room was that the large window opened up creating access to the deck-like top of the garage where I could see a clothes line and a lounge chair.

"It gets very sunny here, but only in the afternoon hours."

I took a quick look at the shared bathroom which was larger than my bedroom and had apparently been converted from a small bedroom. It was fully renovated with a large frosted glass shower and a fully enclosed toilet. Around the room there was already evidence of the two female students. Shampoos, brushes, hair dryer, and bottles of whatever it is that women use to make themselves feel like women.

We talked about the rent and I was eager to pay my first month and start moving in. All of my belongings were being stored by a friend who had an apartment a mile or so away. I had left my car at home and decided only to bring my bike as driving and parking around campus was too difficult.

It took me just a few hours to move in and I immediately went out to have a beer with the friend who had not only stored my belongings but had helped me move in. Mrs. Lee's house had a front door that opened directly to the stairs so in her words "There are no open and closed hours as long as you are quiet when you return or go out." 

There were few rules at Mrs. Lee's but no overnight guests and no parties were the big ones.

I awoke my first morning in my new room to the sound of the shower running down the hall. I still had not met my two new floor-mates but the thought of a naked female student just twenty feet away soaping herself in our shared shower had my penis enlarging. 

Last night's beers were also having an effect on my bladder and I got a little anxious when I heard the shower stop. I figured I should put on a nice t-shirt for my first meeting with my neighbors and so in t-shirt and shorts stepped into the hall to meet the shower girl and quickly use the bathroom. I dance in the hallway for a few minutes before the door opened and I met Claudia. Wrapped in her towel with wet hair she smiled up at me and introduced herself.

"Hey I'm Claudia, Mrs. Lee told us you had moved in, we just got here a few days ago.", and with that the door to their room which was partly open, opened all the way to reveal Taryn dressed in the standard sweatpants and t-shirt. 

After the short introductions I walked into the bathroom for a much needed piss. When got out their door was still half open and I could hear them inside dressing and giggling. I had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist and I thought that this living situation might just be perfect for a little showing off.

I got dressed and went out to scout out my new neighborhood and then took my bike, which I had locked to the side of Mrs. Lee's garage, to campus to buy some books I needed.

When I returned, I skipped up the stairs and flung open my door and immediately saw Mrs. Lee outside of my window hanging wash. I stuck my head out.

"Sorry, I didn't know you would be home so soon. I do this every Tuesday and Thursday."

It was a beautiful day so I stepped out onto the roof to chat with Mrs. Lee. I had a few questions about the neighborhood. I was looking for a good place to go running and she told me about a park just a few blocks away that I had not yet seen.

"Great!, I'm gonna get into my running stuff and go there now."

She smiled and kept on putting away her clothes as I hopped back into my room.

Never missing an opportunity to exhibit myself, I casually stripped off my shirt and picked out my running gear. Mrs. Lee, just ten feet away seemed to take no notice. I undid my belt and dropped my jeans pretending to be unaware of her presence. The small thrill of exposing my body covered in only my boxers to a middle aged woman that I had just met, started to get me just a little stiff.

"Don't go past 13th street because it gets a little rough in that neighborhood." Mrs. Lee was looking directly at me in my boxers as she said that. I usually run in spandex shorts but thought it was probably not the best time to get naked in front of Mrs. Lee so I simply put running shorts over my boxers, slipped on my running socks and shoes, ann put on a running shirt all the while chatting with Mrs. Lee while I dressed. I headed out.

Over the next few weeks there were plenty of opportunities to drop a towel or use the bathroom "in an emergency" while one of us was in the frosted glass shower. But the moment of truth came when I decided that I would do a little sunning on the garage roof. It was Thursday and I knew that Mrs. Lee would be coming to hang out her wash. While the roof got full sun, it was still completely private in that there was a commercial building three feet away that had no windows and the rear of the roof had a wall backing up to our shared bathroom with only one small curtain covered window.

I stripped naked and lay down on the lounge chair hoping that Mrs. Lee would come along and catch me naked, at which time I would jump up and cover myself. But Mrs. Lee did not come by and I began to fall asleep. Only half asleep I realized that Mrs. Lee was on the roof with me and I was still stretched out naked. I could see her going through her routine of hanging clothes to dry. She was so short that she continually had to move a small wooden stool around in order to reach the clothes line above her. 

Pretending to just wake up I sat up and stretched.

"You should be very careful, the sun is hot and you don't want to burn anything important." She laughed. "Wait." And she hopped through the window. I was not sure if I had offended her but since she seemingly had no reaction to my nudity I just lay there and waited as instructed.

Climbing back through the window two minutes later she said "Here." And handed me a very large bottle of sunscreen. She started chatting with me about this and that while hanging her clothes and making sure I put the sunscreen all over. 

I waited until I was sure she was looking to squirt some in my hands and cover my cock and balls. Mrs. Lee never even flinched, as if this was the most natural thing. We chatted, she squatted and I massaged suntan lotion onto my cock.

After hanging her clothes Mrs. Lee took her little stool and put it at my knees to continue our conversation. Now she was certainly teasing me! She made no effort not to look at my semi hard cock and my balls that were hanging extremely low in their pouch because of the intense heat. When my cock began to get fully hard I got a little nervous and said I should get out of the sun. 

Standing, my cock was almost in her face as she remained on the little stool. I am sure she got a good look at my ass and hanging balls as I climbed back into my room. She followed shortly after and said something like "You are so very nice to speak with. I look forward to doing this again."

As she left my hand immediately went to my cock, and working a little more lotion onto the shaft I was soon shooting streams of cum into a tissue.

School had started and my Tuesday class prevented me from repeating my little sunbathing scene until the following Thursday when Mrs. Lee would be doing her wash again.

When I arrived home, Mrs. Lee was already on the roof/deck hanging clothes. I am guessing it was because of the heat again but she seemed to be wearing only a thin top and shorts that were shorter than usual. Mrs. Lee was not a particularly pretty woman but she did have large breasts and a stocky but trim body. Not my type really, but today her breasts were definitely without a bra and I could see the imprint of large nipples hanging low on her chest.

I would need to be bolder today as Mrs. Lee was already on the roof, but charging ahead and encouraged by the sight of her nipples poking through her top, I stepped out onto the deck and stripped off my shirt, shorts and underwear right in front of her as we talked. My cock responded to the erotic nature of the moment and grew to about half hard before I even had a chance to lie back on the lounge chair.

Mrs. Lee, having gotten there well before me was soon finished hanging up her clothes. I noticed several pairs of not unsexy underwear hanging close by. Again Mrs. Lee placed her stool at my knees and we talked. It was, in a sense like a mother and son except for the fact that I was naked. She gave a lot of advice and told me about her childhood. 

I stared quite a bit at Mrs. Lee's heavy breasts and big nipples outlined in her top and my cock rose and fell on occasion.

"Why don't you join me?" I said.

Mrs. Lee smiled rather sheepishly even perhaps flushing a bit and then looked around as if considering it.

"No not today."

"It's awfully hot today, why not be more comfortable like me?"

This seemed to make Mrs. Lee very uncomfortable and she squirmed a bit on her little stool. Nothing more was said about it and eventually we simply resumed our prior conversation with me staring at her boobs and her casually watching my naked cock. Then in a moment of inspiration I reached for the suntan oil and started on my arms, then my legs and then finally my cock and balls. Just a few feet from her eyes Mrs. Lee watched intently as I was now simply stroking my cock to a full erection.

There was no pretense at this point. I was stroking my cock for Mrs. Lee and she was watching closely and even squirming a bit on her stool. I stroked on and off for about twenty minutes, not wanting to cum and end our little fun. Mrs. Lee however, seemed a little impatient as if waiting for me to cum and I was teasing the best I could. At one point when I was at full erection and long stroking my shaft, Mrs. Lee simply pulled her top over her head and let her large naked breasts swing free in front of me. I stared for only a moment before my cock shot out five or six hot jets of cum.

Mrs. Lee laughed and turned a bit red, and then looking at the cum on my stomach, stood up and grabbed a pair of her underwear from the line and threw them on my stomach. She watched, still topless and tits swaying as I wiped up my cum and handed her back the sticky material.

Mrs. Lee then reached for her top and made no effort to hide her big swaying tits and hard nipples as she pulled it back over her head and over her boobs. Then with a smile she was through the window again and out of sight.

In the following months we repeated this Thursday afternoon scene several times. Mrs. Lee, topless and watching me stroke my cock as we talked about life, school, family, places we would like to go and just about everything else. I reached out to touch her breasts a few times but she would always slide back and keep them out of my reach while shaking her head no. Once though, after I shot a large amount of cum Mrs. Lee, taking a pair of her underwear from the line, actually wiped my cum off of me and even cleaned my cock and balls, before putting her top back on and leaving.

For the winter months, even in San Diego the weather had gotten a bit chilly and we didn't use the rooftop or even see much of each other. I was dating a girl named Lucy from one of my classes and while she was pledged to remain a virgin until marriage, she had no problem sucking my cock whenever I wanted. We got along well and continued to date for those months.

With the weather getting hot again I noticed that Mrs. Lee was hanging out her wash from time to time, but not on her usual schedule and I was happy to see her on the roof when I returned home on a very hot day. I missed talking to Mrs. Lee and eagerly went through the window to chat.

Still fully dressed we talked about many things and just generally catching up when Mrs. Lee said, "Why aren't you naked?"

"Why aren't you?" I said.

"Oh okay." She said and with that pulled her top off revealing her glorious tits. I had missed them and reached out for them instinctively. This time instead of pushing me away she simply let me fondle them for a while, and then, pushing me back a bit, bent to remove her shorts and panties, standing fully naked and unashamed in front of me. I had never in my life expected that Mrs. Lee would have a fully shaved pussy. In fact I had imagined her having a very hairy pussy, but there it was shaved like a baby with dark lips protruding between her legs.

She simply looked at me with expectation, so I stripped as well and not knowing what to do next I lie back on the lounge chair as usual. We picked up our conversation and every few minutes or so I would reach up and fondle her swaying tits. She seemed to love it. Of course this made my cock very hard so I basically was going between fondling her tits and stroking my cock. 

Mrs. Lee, still squatting on her little stool had her legs spread, giving me a direct view of her cunt lips from about three feet away. I stared and I stroked myself. After a while I realized that there was no conversation and Mrs. Lee was now fingering her pussy right in front of me. It seemed like only a minute or two before Mrs. Lee gave a huge moan while shoving her fingers up inside her cunt. She was cumming in front of me and dripping juices from her slit down her ass and legs.

Mrs. Lee was in her own world now, still fingering just a little and still pouring out sticky juice from her pussy. She finally settled down and looked at me. I smiled stood up and grabbed a pair of her panties from the clothes line and handed them to her. I stood and watched her wipe her pussy and then hand the panties back to me. I grabbed the panties and her now free hand grabbed my cock. I just stood there with my cock at her face level as she examined my cock and balls from inches away. 

She fondled, stroked, brushed and even flicked my hard cock for about 10 minutes and then looked me straight in the eye for a long moment before taking my cock into her mouth. There was nothing gentle about her approach to cock sucking. Mrs. Lee had my shaft in her throat in seconds and could actually lick my balls with my cock in her mouth. She sucked fast and hard. It took about three minutes and I grabbed the back of Mrs. Lee's head forcing her lips to touch my stomach and my cock deep inside her mouth and throat. I yelled as I pumped her mouth about ten times with my orgasm. 

I don't know how she did it but Mrs. Lee kept all of my cum in her mouth and then after depositing it back onto my cock and balls, she began to make a big show of licking it all up again until my cock was fully cleaned.

I ended up marrying Lucy, the girl I was dating but every year we go back for homecoming and I visit with Mrs. Lee. She still gives the best blow jobs I have ever had.



Stroking Him for Anna



Anna logged off the computer and stood up. I bugged her, "Watch out for the wet spots."

Anna looked down at the the red chair. There were darker spots where she had been sitting. "What's that?" She asked. 

"And do you see the little dots on the arms of the chair," I explained to her, "That's when it squirts out really high."

"That's disgusting," Anna declared, yet looked carefully at the red chair. "Why is it--"

I smiled, "Let's just say he's got a lot of pictures that remind him of you." She smiled. I continued, "He loves big tits but there are more and more pictures of petite girls like you."

Anna laughed, "Oh, c'mon." 

"I'm just telling you he likes you."

Anna shyly looks away. 

"I told you - since I caught him it's all in the open. I couldn't resist, so I told him it was okay for him slide his big hand up and down his cock as long as he didn't spray."

Anna giggled, "C'mon."

"It's true - it saves his jerk-off chair. Last time he lasted a week - even with his favourite big tits - he didn't lose it until he saw you."

Anna looked at me with her mouth open. 

I explained, "Remember when you came over that day with the striped socks and the red shorts?

Anna nodded nervously and excitedly. 

"Well, remember when we fooled around with the camera?"

"No," Anna looked worried.

"Let's just say somebody accidentally saw your pictures on the computer and he sprayed and sprayed and sprayed."

Anna couldn't believe it, "No." 

"Yeah, let's just say the download was sort-of wet. I don't know where he was aiming."

"I can't believe it - which picture?"

"You were sitting in the red chair in front of the computer with the red shorts..." I teased, "It was probably the striped socks."

Anna stared at the chair and didn't understand why her pussy was getting embarrassingly wetter and wetter.

"Don't you feel irresponsible knowing he couldn't stop jerking his big cock because of you? And the mess he made..." I joked.

Anna looked at the cum spots on the red chair. 

I saw her looking."Messy, messy - he should have used that," I pointed to the African sculpture near the computer. . 

Anna pointed at it and smiled. "This?"

I nodded. 

She picked it up. "It's heavy."

"Nice isn't it," I smirked. "You notice anything I said playfully.

Anna giggled. "It's got big tits!"

"And..?"

"I don't know - the nipples?"

"You see how it's kind of stained?"

"Yeah," she smiles, trying to anticipate what I was going to say."

"Well, you know my stepfather..."

She giggled some more.

I tease her."You know how he stares at you - especially with the short dress and the stockings you're wearing today...?"

"Maybe..." she smiles.

"Why do you think the sculpture is stained everywhere?"

"I don't know," she pretends innocently. 

I spoke more quietly, "What do you think?"

She smiles. "I don't know."

I tell her, "He titfucks it."

She laughs loudly. 

"Shhhhh!"

"So it's stained with--"

I nod and wait for her to finish.

"...with his cum?"

"Yes, lots of it," I whisper mischievously; " he lays it down and sticks his cock between the tits."

Anna rubs her hand on the sculpture, "Really." She grins, "How do you know that?"

"He's done it right here in the livingroom. Early one morning - that's when he's extra horny - he thought I was gone already and he didn't hear me get up. From the hallway, I could see his ass pumping away."

She stared at me."Really."

I pointed to the red chair. "I know he loves to jack-off at the computer but it still was a surprise to see him titfucking in the middle of the living room like that."

"My god!" She grins. "Tell me more."

I couldn't resist, "Want to see it?"

"See what?" she said nervously.

I teased her, "He's hot for you - we can get him to titfuck in front of us." 

Anna didn't believe it. "C'mon, won't he be embarrassed?"

"A little, but he'll just get too excited as usual. He's shy when I strip for him but then he starts pumping away. C'mon let's go to the mall for a while. He's coming home pretty soon. We can show up a little early and catch him."

"Catch him?" Anna looks confused.

"Pumping," I say impatiently, moving my hand up and down, "he does it for hours."

Anna gets wetter and smiles nervously. 

I check my watch. "Let's go now."

We didn't knock when we came back. He was at the computer and quickly closed the window on the screen then tried to jam his cock back into his pants. I saw part of it glistening with pre-cum. 

I smiled. "Hey, remember Anna?"

He looked shyly at me then saw her. "Hi," he tried to say. 

She smiled back. 

His dick was finally inside. "How are you?" He said, his voice still cracking.

"I'm good," Anna told him. 

It was quiet for a moment. I start teasing him, "You've been keeping busy haven't you?" 

He manages to ignore me then asks, "Anybody want coffee, juice, anything else... tea?"

"Tea," Anna announced. 

Everybody noticed the wetter spot on his pants and where he was sitting in the red chair. 

Anna looked at me; we both smiled. 

He was more composed when he came back with the tea. 

"Don't spill that on anybody," I giggled. "Anna doesn't want a wet spot on her skirt." 

She looked down at her bare legs and then crossed them, making the short skirt creep up her thighs. I watched him stare. 

"Anything good on the computer?" I asked. 

"What?"

"The computer - did you see anything interesting?"

Anna giggled. 

"No..." He wobbled his head, "What did you see?"

I jumped right in, "She was pretty cute, were all the big tit girls were on break or something?" Everybody laughed this time. I noticed Anna's skirt was creeping higher. 

I announced, "Anna likes the sculpture. Tell her about it."

"The sculpture?" It took him a few seconds, he looked at me. 

I asked her, "What do you think of the sculpture Anna?"

She nodded and politely said, "It's nice, very nice."

I couldn't resist. "She wants to know why it's kind of stained." It embarrasses both of them.

Neither of them said anything. They look down. 

"C'mon you two, it's simple. How about it's all stained with come?" I looked at Anna. "Because he titfucks it all the time and creams all over it."

Everybody laughs nervously. I move in the chair, accidentally pulling my sweatpants down a little, exposing my lower belly. I look at Anna's legs, "What do you think of Anna's outfit?" I tried not to grin. Anna smiled shyly. 

He stared at her cute legs. "It's nice...they're nice, very nice." The bulge started to show in his shorts.They both stared at the sculpture.

"Looks like you both like the sculpture," I teased. Everyone laughed. 

I was a little nervous but I couldn't resist anymore."Ummm....I was wondering..." 

Anna stared at the sculpture and giggled. 

I laughed with her, "What's with you?" I teased. 

"Nothing. Nothing." She smiled.

He laughed a little too. "Am I missing something?"

"Well..." I said. "I was..." I hesitated, watching Anna staring nervously at the sculpture. Then I said it, "Would you titfuck for us?"

Anna giggled. 

His face turned red. "What!?"

I was enjoying this too much. "It's covered in your cum isn't it?"

He still didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just figured we'd be open."

He looked at Anna and tried to console her, "It's a bit of a shock." She smiled back at him then motioned to him. 

He looked confused but he stood and walked towards her. She touched his crotch and he moaned. I was surprised and watched. She opened the zipper, his cock sprang out and he said, "Nooo." But he didn't move away. Her small hand wrapped delicately around his cock and she began sliding up and down the shaft. It bucked upwards with each stroke of her hand. I watched them and went to get the sculpture. I looked out the big window and put the sculpture right in the middle of the room. 

"It's all yours now," I told him. 

"Nooo," he repeated. 

Anna giggled and let go of his cock.

"I want you to show us what you do when nobody's home."

He turned red, but moved towards the sculpture. Anna smiled and reassured him.

I told him, "Take your pants off and put it between the tits - isn't that what you usually do?"

He didn't say anything and straddled the sculpture. His big cock with just enough room between the drooping carved tits. 

"Start pumping," I ordered him. 

His cock leaked pre-cum. Anna gasped. 

"That's good. Wet those tits so you can hump them better," I told him.

He's face was still red but he moaned involuntarily. Anna stared at his wet cock slowly sliding back and forth. 

"Does that feel good?"

He barely could say it, "Yesss." 

I quietly told Anna to take his shirt off. He stopped for her.

"That's better, now everybody can see you pumping those tits. Do you like that?" He didn't move and didn't say anything. I raised my voice, "Don't you love playing with your big cock?"

His cock pulsed but his ass stayed motionless. "I shouldn't..." 

"I'm impressed! How do you keep from humping?"

He didn't say anything. 

"Is it because of Anna?" I asked. 

He gasped, "I...I...", and kept looking down. 

I told him firmly, "Look at Anna." 

He looked up shyly. She turned and lifted her skirt, exposing her firm little behind. He moaned and a thick white drop leaked out of his throbbing cock. 

"Oh, oh, what's that..." I teased, "Anna is making the semen leak everywhere!" 

He slid forward almost groaning as another the droplet came out and made a fine string from his cock to the tunnel between the tits. Anna gasped, her small hand running up the inside of her now wet thigh. 

Then I ordered him."Now stop!" 

I looked at her and Anna mischievously pulled her skirt up higher. His cock throbbed and he responded with a short pump.

"Don't do that. I said stop! No pumping until I say so."

He stopped. I nodded to Anna. She began slipping her panties down. "Noooo," he groaned loudly, more drips of come dripped onto the round tits of the sculpture. She smiled at him and tossed her panties towards him. He thrusted, she giggled. "No!" I told him. "Just watch her."

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and thrust her chest up. He groaned again, his ass starting to sweat, the muscles anxious to contract.

I felt sorry for him, "Okay, you can titfuck. Slowly!" He moaned and slid slowly between the tits. Anna began taking off her stockings. He stared at her and started pumping faster. I picked up her panties and slid them slowly into the crack of his clenching ass. He stopped humping and held them there, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Are you afraid of coming already?"

"Yes," he groaned. " It's been over a week."

I giggled. "A week!? You poor boy. You didn't play with that big leaky cock for over a week?"

"No...I mean, I did... I couldn't help it... but..." 

"But? But you did. Bad boy," I joked. "But you didn't come right?" 

He nodded and pumped the tits involuntarily. I looked out the window and noticed the city bus going by slower than usual.

I smiled."You think they can see you titfucking in front of everybody?"

He tried to stop, the moving bus was still there but he started titfucking again. Anna giggled and lifted her skirt higher. 

He moaned and moaned, then cried out for sympathy, "Twelve days... all those tits... those tiny asses...the cute pussies..."

"Easy, stop, come here, save some for Anna." I motioned to him and tapped on the couch beside me. "Come here."

He looked relieved and got up quickly then sat beside me with his glistening cock sticking up. "Watch Anna," I told him.

I put my hand around his cock, it jerked in my hand; he looked half-frightened."It's okay, Mr. Jack-off, we'll have to be careful Mr. Jack-off but you have to watch Anna."

"But, she's so---"

Anna lifted her shirt in front of him, he pushed up and down in my hand."I think he likes you Anna."

She giggled and played with her tits. He jerked more. He stopped. I could feel it coming. "Move closer Anna," I stared him in the eyes and my hand went long and deep."Twelve days!" I cried out at him, pumping his cock hard. He groaned. I repeated, "Twelve days wanking to Anna." He groaned louder and stared at her as she moved forward. "You poor bastard, you spent hours and hours tugging to her pictures - do you want to spray Anna's tits." 

He yelled out, "Yes, yes, yesss..." Then I felt it, his first shot went high and came down on my sleeve. I leaned his jerking cock at Anna and started spraying her tits. She moaned as the cum began covering her titties. She unexpectedly drove into my bare foot, humping her wet pussy against my toes, her cries almost drowning out the wet, slippery sound of my hand jacking everything out of his big cock. "You bad bad boy!" I kept jerking his cock. "Bad boy squirting all over Anna." 

He cried out, "Anna! Anna." 

One more gob of come made Anna moan as it hit her erect nipple and she shoved her little pussy into my bare foot. I finally let go and smeared my hand on his chest. Anna couldn't resist, she immediately started stroking his soaked cock. He seem to moan even harder. I stared as the come started to run through her cleavage onto her belly. He reached out and spread the come, she moaned as he tugged gently on her erect nipple. She pumped him harder and his cock rose with each stroke. She let go and layed back on the floor and smiled, slowly spreading her legs for him. He jumped off the sofa and began moving his cock into the wet lips of her tiny pussy. She cried out and he barely went in at first, then each stroke a little deeper, Anna became more crazed with each thrust. He stopped and pulled her mouth to his. Their lips locked and her cute legs spread out against him, one tiny foot moving into his shoulder. He pulled back and they both stared at his cock, only the very head still desperately held by her wet pussy lips. He smiled at her and tortuously pulled out just a little more. She screamed, "No!" The big cock began moving slowly into her until the expression on her flushed face drove him into a frenzy, she screamed and moaned too many times, biting into him, making him fill her deeper. The wet spot beneath them began to get soaked with juices. Anna smiled at me until his lips lowered slowly onto her all of her nipple, his saliva leaking and mixing into the slowly drying cum. Anna was staring at me then closed her eyes...

"I'm getting the camera," I said. Anna screamed out over his deep moans...



Stroking In Satin



"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

On my way home from work I had walked into my older sister Susan's apartment to check on her place while she was out of town. I found her boyfriend Larry sitting on her couch watching some porn about a group of men and women fucking in a store. Larry was wearing my sister's blue lace bra and panties and had been staring at the TV while he slowly stroked his enlarged cock which was wrapped in some filmy blue underwear.

"Uh - nothing, Becky," he answered sheepishly as he quickly tried to cover himself with his clothes that he picked up from the floor. He was too slow to prevent me from seeing that his dick had already shrunk to a miniscule size. It served him right to lose his hardon. In spite of my anger, I had to laugh to myself.

"Don't give me that crap! You were going to shoot your load all over her panties, weren't you? Then what were you going to do? Put them back in her panty drawer and hope she wouldn't notice? I've had it happen to me before and it's nothing short of disgusting when some random guy squirts his cum on my clean panties."

"No," he replied. "I would have cleaned up everything. Please don't tell her. She doesn't like it when I - er - go through her stuff."

"Well, I'm not surprised that she'd be pissed at you. And you're not just 'going through her stuff'. You were going to shoot cum into her best panties! And it's awful that you're dressed up like that in 'her stuff'. You're staining and stretching out her underwear and she won't like that. What else would you have done if I hadn't walked in here and found you doing - that?"

"Um - I probably would have looked around for more of her underwear and - um - well, you know," he said letting his answer taper off. "Are you going to tell her? Please, Becky. I'll do anything to keep this a secret."

"Well, I'm going to think about what I have to do here. In the meantime, you get her underwear off right now and then get your sorry ass out of here!"

"May I put everything back where it belongs so she doesn't know about - this - um - what I was doing?" he asked plaintively.

"Oh, OK. Just be quick about it and get out!"

He got dressed in a rush, replaced Susan's underwear and was gone in a few minutes.

After thinking about this unexpected situation for a while, I recalled that I had several boyfriends who were fascinated by my underwear and really enjoyed it when I'd jerk them off using my panties. There were others who wanted to wear my panties and have me masturbate them through the soft fabric. Oversized satin granny panties were almost unanimously the method of choice for them. I often found myself buying big panties for their jerkoff sessions both with me and when they wanted to do it for themselves as a solitary pursuit. I soon discovered that most men may not like to see their partners wearing granny panties, but they sure like them wrapped around their cocks.

They all seemed to prefer satin panties because they felt so soft and pleasing to their cocks when they beat off in them. Many men told me they learned that from initially using their mother's or sister's panties to masturbate before they started dating. Some of them had even worn whatever women's clothing such as skirts, blouses and other underwear they had found around the house. As I recalled that some of my boyfriends had dressed up in my underwear or even complete outfits, I began to wonder: what's the big deal about my sister's boyfriend jerking off in her underthings? It's pretty typical male behavior and maybe I was just being too uptight about the whole situation.

One of my first boyfriends asked me to wear short skirts and soft panties on our dates. That way when I gave him a hand job in the car or the movies I could easily slip off my panties and wrap them around his stiff cock so he could shoot his big load into them. It seemed a little strange at first, but I discovered that this would get him off quickly and for this reason I started to like doing it as well. Usually I'd stuff the cum-soaked panties into my purse for cleaning later. But just for fun, a few times I put them back on and wore them home with his cum sticking to me. Once I even had cum dripping down my legs after he had shot an unusually large load of sperm into my panties. I had to wipe myself off several times before I got home so my parents wouldn't notice that I had been a very naughty girl that night.

When I dated in high school, I had one boyfriend that I remembered in particular. Like the others, he would like to have me reach up under my skirt, remove my soft satin panties and wrap them around his cock. He wanted me to sit on his legs and slowly stroke him while he stared at my pussy which was barely hidden by my short skirt. While I jerked him off, he would unbutton my tight blouse to look at my lacy bra. If it happened to be a front-close bra, he would open it and look at my luscious tits as they came spilling out. I could always tell when he was about to cum because he would squeeze my tits and then sit up to suck on my enlarged nipples as he climaxed.

Once in a while on dates I'd wear white bikini cotton panties to give my boyfriend a very special treat. Before stroking my partner, I would remove the cotton panties and give them to him to sniff so he could smell my pussy scent and taste my juices. I would then jerk him off with a pair of satin panties which I kept in my purse for just that purpose. My partners always enjoyed the surprise panty sniffing and I could count on them to deliver an impressive load of cum which was dutifully captured by the wonderfully soft satin fabric.

I had another boy friend who I would sneak into my parents' house while they were gone. I'd completely dress him up in my mother's underwear, including her girdle and stockings. Occasionally, when we had the time, I'd also squeeze him into a blouse and skirt or even a dress. Whatever I chose for him to wear, it never took him very long to cum - sometimes I would barely have to touch him before he exploded. To get the party started, I'd gently slide my hand under his flowing skirt and then up his stockinged legs to his garter clips. Then I'd slowly run my fingers up the garter straps and explore the elastic of his panties - just as he would do before he finger-fucked me. I'd slowly caress his cock through those soft granny panties and finally reach inside to ever-so-gently stroke him up and down. The tip of his dick would rub on the inside of the panties and make him cum with such force that it would often shoot right through the thin fabric and up on his skirt.

Of course, then I had to clean up the big mess he had made so that my mother would never find out what had taken place in her underwear. It was fun to tease my boyfriend with the promise of a dress-up session to get a nice dinner or other special treat in return for my services. He really appreciated having easy access to women's clothing and underwear, as well as my being his willing partner when he wanted to have some cross-dressing masturbation fun. It was only much later, after I had more sexual experience, that I began to wonder if my parents had ever done the same thing in their own love making. All men are very attracted to panties and you never know what happens behind closed doors when underwear is involved.

And then there was another incident which occurred when I realized that my then-roommate James had been beating off in my best panties. He'd rummage through my underwear drawer and occasionally he'd manage to shoot an immense load of cum all over the top layer of my clean panties. That always annoyed the hell out of me and, not surprisingly I always thought of him as "Jerkin' James." One time, just before my boyfriend and I were about to fuck, I sent James a text message which said "I know that you've been looking through my underwear drawer and cumming in my panties. If that's what turns you on, come downstairs very quietly at exactly 9 o'clock. I'll have something very interesting for you to watch. And it might even make you cum in your own pants for a change!" And I closed the message with a smiley face.

Of course, he could hardly turn down an invitation like that so at the appointed time, he snuck downstairs and he found me sitting in an armchair while being eaten out by my boyfriend in the TV room. My blouse and bra were lying on the floor and my short plaid skirt was hiked up to my waist. With his face so occupied, there's no way my boyfriend could see James. I was wearing nothing else except white knee socks, just like you'd expect a naughty schoolgirl to wear. My large breasts bobbled pleasantly while he licked my pussy and I could plainly see that James was enjoying every moment. I could also see that James' dick immediately started to get hard and he began to rub himself through his shorts.

I winked at James but did not say anything to interrupt my otherwise occupied boyfriend. James seemed to be a little confused as to whether he should leave. I'll bet he really wanted to join in and was probably fantasizing about stuffing his cock deep in my mouth while my boyfriend tended to my lower parts. But James would just have to deal with his frustration in another way. So he just stood there for a while watching the two of us and then he unzipped his fly as I figured he would. When his cock sprung out of his pants and stuck high in the air I sent him an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Then I lowered my skirt to completely cover my boyfriend's face, reached for my nearby panties and tossed them towards James. They didn't quite reach him so I held my boyfriend's head tightly into my pussy with one hand so he couldn't see what was happening. With my free hand I made a come-here motion to James and pointed towards my panties. It didn't take him very long at all to figure out what I was trying to tell him to do so he snuck into the room and retrieved my panties from the floor.

They were soft light blue satin panties with no lace on them. After all, I certainly didn't want to scratch a man's cock even slightly during a jerkoff session. That would be pretty much of a bring down for him. So they were everyday panties but considering the situation, they immediately acquired an extremely high turn-on value for James. He noticed a small wet stain where my cunt had already betrayed my foreplay excitement. He held the wet spot up to his nose to check it for my scent and was rewarded with the pungent smell of my pussy and its juices.

Staring directly at me, James licked the spot several times and then began to rub the panties gently on his stiff cock. Streaks of his pre-cum had started to dribble out on the panties already. When he glanced back at me, I made a rapid stroking motion with one hand before securely grabbing my boyfriend's head with both hands and wrapping my legs around him so he had no chance of seeing what James was doing out of his sight.

James wrapped my soft panties around his dick and started stroking. I was watching him intently and smiling as I thought of the situation which I had created. My panties were so soft and must have felt so good that James' face clearly showed me that he was starting a huge orgasm almost immediately. It rose to an unstoppable peak and he shot an immense load of cum into that wonderfully soft satin fabric. It seemed like it would never stop even after several waves of intense orgasms. I smiled at James approvingly and sent him another wink. Completely spent, James didn't seem to know what to do with my cum-filled panties, so I motioned for him to toss them back to me where they landed on the floor behind my boyfriend with a barely audible "plop."

Just at that time, my boyfriend began to disengage from licking my pussy so I shooed James away with a frantic wave of my hand. He stepped further back into the shadows and continued to watch us. I assumed the doggie-fuck position on all fours allowing James a view of my tiny ass hole before my boyfriend entered me from behind. His engorged cock easily slid deep into my saliva-soaked pussy and he began to madly pump away inside me. I managed to sneak a few quick glances in James' direction to determine that he was still watching my large breasts jiggling from side to side as I expertly cunt-squeezed my boyfriend's cock as tightly as I could. As a result, he quickly had a massive orgasm and blasted his big load of sperm deep inside me.

Now that he was satisfied, he withdrew from me and put his clothes back on before wandering off into another room. I waited until he was gone before picking up my cum-filled panties and, facing towards James, I slowly slipped them back on. I lifted up my plaid skirt to let him see those plain-Jane panties that had just a few moments ago been wrapped around his dick and which now displayed prominent dark blue wet cum stains in several places.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and, with a smile, withdrew my cum-covered fingers. I slowly slurped the sperm off them while smacking my sticky lips to get every last bit of both men's cum. Putting an exaggerated sad look on my face and blowing James a kiss, I hiked up my skirt again so he could see those wonderful panties for one last time. Then I turned and went into the other room. Well, I guess that'll teach him to never stain my panties with his cum again!

Once I started having sex and giving blow jobs, my dates and I didn't play dress-up or panty jackoff much any more. I guess over the years I just forgot about how exciting women's underwear could be to the average horny male. Soft panties were by their very nature so close to the object of all men's focused attentions that they had to be absolutely fascinating to them. Certainly what I had caught Larry doing didn't seem to be so bad after all and it wasn't worth making a big fucking deal out of the situation. I had already participated in many similar scenarios while dating and I did enjoy it to a certain extent.

I realized that I could control Larry because of his fear about what Susan might say about his masturbation habits. While he wasn't unattractive, I just wasn't interested in having a fuck fest with him. I did wonder what it would be like if he'd show me a good time by properly licking my pussy and giving me some good old-fashioned oral sex. Most men just don't know how to go down on a girl, but they're quite quick to point out my faults when I'd give them blow jobs that didn't meet their overly strict standards as to licking, sucking and swallowing. Not having anything to lose in this situation, I decided that I would seek to have some good sexual fun at Larry's expense.

After considering the matter for a while longer, I decided that I would make him play dress-up on my terms and find out how much I could make him please me as I desired. I wondered if my sister would get upset if I got Larry to eat me out or perhaps buy me some jewelry. But I'd worry about that another time. Rather than stretch out my good lingerie, I made the rounds of the resale stores and rummaged around for a white lace bra and satin panties plus a short white uniform suitable for using in a nurse or waitress fantasy. I also picked up a riding crop for possible use in the scenario I was planning.

And just to give Larry an extra thrill, I wore the satin panties for a couple of days to fully impart my pussy smell to them. I took a pair of white thigh-high stockings from my hosiery drawer and added them to my "fun pack" for Larry. Then I wrapped up all the items that I had collected for him and wrote the following letter with these directions for him to follow:

"Pay attention, Panty Boy!

You must obey the following instructions to the letter if you wish me to keep your underwear fetish and panty jerkoff sessions a secret from my sister:

1) You are to dress up in all of the included items and present yourself at my house this Saturday at exactly 10 AM. You may wear your usual clothing on top of the outfit while in public if you wish to avoid ridicule and humilation.

2) At all times you shall address me as 'Mistress Rebecca'.

3) You shall obey all commands I might give you while you are at my house.

4) You shall not touch yourself unless I tell you to do so.

5) And finally, you are not to masturbate without my permission from this moment on. If you do not produce a big load of cum when I tell you to, you will suffer very severe consequences.

Your new boss, Mistress Rebecca"

Then I sent the package off to Larry at his home address.

I decided to wear blue underwear because I figured that color turned him on. I was pretty sure that's why he chose to wear Susan's blue bra and panties when I caught him jerking off. On Saturday, I prepared for Larry's visit and punishment by dressing myself up in all blue underwear including a lacy front-close bra, very soft granny panties and half-slip together with a pair of tan thigh-high stockings. At the appointed time, Larry arrived at my house, rang my bell and awaited his punishment. When I opened the door he tried to rush inside but I blocked his path by holding up the riding crop and told him that I would have to inspect his outfit before allowing him to enter.

"Open your jacket and take off your pants! Show me that you're wearing everything that I sent to you! Do it now!"

I slapped the crop somewhat less-than-gently across his side for emphasis. Reluctantly, he did as he was told and hurriedly adjusted his outfit for my inspection. His cock was hard and a wet spot had already soaked through the front of his uniform. I told him to hike up his uniform hem and then turn around several times to show me that his underwear was really in proper order.

"You've been beating off, haven't you? Even though I specifically instructed you not to."

"No, Mistress Rebecca," he replied. "I've followed your orders and have been saving all my cum for you."

Of course, that was a lie and we both knew it, but the talk added a new fun dimension to my little scenario. I could imagine him opening my package and immediately getting all hot and drippy after viewing the contents and likely even wearing them. It would be about impossible for him to refrain from stroking his stiff little cock while viewing all those feminine undergarments that he had probably only dreamed about until then. And if he had sniffed the panties, he would surely notice my sweet pussy aroma wafting from them. I had to wonder how many times he had already cum in them. He'd had my package for three or four days, so it was unlikely that he hadn't already jacked off at least a few times. I decided to press my advantage a bit and give him some well-deserved grief before making him get down to business between my legs.

"Then what's that dried stain I can clearly see on your panties? I can tell just by looking at them that you've been a very bad boy and have already shot at least one load into them against my explicit orders. Susan tells me that you can't go more than a couple of days without jacking off if she's not around. So when it's time, you better give me a big load of cum or else!"

He sheepishly looked at the floor as he probably wondered what else Susan had told me. As it was, my sister had never said anything much about her sex life but my stab in the dark had apparently hit a nerve with Larry. All guys like to beat off frequently and he was obviously no different in that regard. It was clear to me that Susan didn't either appreciate or indulge his harmless fantasy. So I felt I might as well take advantage of the situation.

And with that I finally allowed him to enter the house. He stared speechless at my very revealing thin front-close bra and short half-slip while we stood there in the hallway. I decided right then and there that I would take him immediately to my bedroom for his punishment as well as my own personal pleasure. I went up the stairs a few steps ahead of him in order to allow him a good crotch shot. About half-way up the stairs I suddenly stopped and spun around to face him. As I anticipated, he was indeed staring up my legs trying to see what he could see.




Stroking In Satin



"Were you just looking up my slip to see what I was wearing underneath? Have you been trying to check out my stockings and panties?"

"Oh no, Mistress Rebecca," he replied. "I would never do that."

"Now I know you're lying, Panty Boy. Just like you haven't been beating off either. When I want you to have a look at my crotch, I'll tell you when you can do so. Now you certainly will require some extra punishment for that unauthorized peek."

And with that, I lifted my slip with one hand and pulled his head roughly into my crotch using the crop with my other hand. He took in the wonderful smell of my pussy as more sticky stuff surely started leaking out of his extremely hard cock.

"Pull my panties aside and I will permit you to have a quick taste of my cunt. You better be good with that tongue of yours or you will regret it!"

He did as he had been ordered and stuck his tongue deeply into my pussy. It felt very good as he licked around my clit and lapped up my already flowing pussy juices. Now I knew that I would permit him to pleasure me all the way after I had gotten him into a frenzy by preventing him from cumming until I gave him permission. I held him tightly to my crotch so I could enjoy him a while longer and tease him with an extended taste of my cunt. When I pulled away, I saw that the lower portion of his face was covered with my juices and his saliva - proof of a very good start to his continued licking of my expectant pussy. I led him to my bedroom where we sat in opposite chairs and I spread my stockinged legs far enough apart so he could see the blue triangle of the panties with which he had just been up close and personal. To build up some tension for him, I pretended to be lost in thought as I pondered the next step of his punishment.

"Hmmmm. So just what are we going to do with you, Panty Boy? I think we'll start out with you telling me everything about that day and what you would have done if I hadn't walked in on you when I did. So get started now. And make it very detailed. But don't you even THINK about touching yourself until I give you permission!"

He told me the video was called "It's Panty Week at Ross" and the supposed story was that several young ladies with insanely large tits would try on different underwear combinations of bras, panties, garter belts and stockings right there on the store floor. Male customers would "vote" for their favorite girl and outfit by jerking off and shooting copious quantities of cum all over the girl whose outfit they liked the best. I had to snicker at the silly title and began to understand why he liked watching the video with all that underwear, tits and cum shots on display.

Of course, I'd had my share of pearl necklaces over the years. While I didn't particularly enjoy the experience, I knew that guys really liked the thrill of shooting their long ropes of cum all over my face and tits. And then I always had to clean myself up after they'd shot their sperm wherever they wanted. Larry described how he would slowly stroke himself while approaching an especially exciting scene in the movie. Presumably the large vote from Housewares in the form of multiple enthusiastic ejaculations came in for the girl who would be declared the overall winner. At that point he would shoot his own load of cum into Susan's soft panties. Afterward he would wash out her panties, dry them with her hair dryer and replace all the lingerie back in its proper place in her underwear drawer.

I could tell that he really wanted to cum while discussing the "Panty Week" video with me because he kept wiggling in his chair and trying to rub his engorged cock on his soft panties. I made him stop by simply shaking the riding crop at him a couple of times. When he was finished describing how he watched the movie and how he would have pleasured himself that day, he asked if he could please jerk off now.

"You will have to take care of me before I will permit you to cum. And we're not done with our little talk yet. Just how often to you sneak over to her place and jerk off in her underwear?"

"Every time she's out of town, Mistress Rebecca," he admitted sheepishly. "I don't have any panties of my own and I'm too embarassed to buy them from a store."

This gave me an idea which I hadn't thought of before. I would provide him with panties or other items of female attire of his own which could be easily and cheaply available at any resale store. I would use the clothing to entice him to do my sexual bidding in whatever manner I desired. If he didn't eat me out exactly as I instructed or otherwise failed to obey me, there would be no panty payout for him. And if over time he turned out to be a good licker session after session, he would "earn" himself a complete outfit, one sexy item at a time. But if he disappointed me, I would send him away from my house without any underwear or even obtaining his sexual release. And for our first session, I decided that I would reward him with my panties.

"Well, maybe we can fix that! But you have to do exactly as I tell you before I allow you to take my panties with you when you leave. But if you don't go down on me and lick me properly, you won't get any panties or be allowed to cum at all!"

This statement appeared to get his attention because he showed the beginnings of a smile on his face. Maybe he had realized that his "punishment" would actually turn into a fun encounter as long as he used his tongue to my satisfaction. He would end up with a nice pair of jerkoff panties of his own if he could prove to me that he was a good pussy licker after all.

With that, I got up out of my chair and popped open the front closure on my bra allowing him to see my large breasts. My nipples had become very enlarged during our conversation about the video. I had found that his vivid descriptions of all the fucking and licking had gotten me quite excited. I could feel my pussy juices flowing into my panties and I even noticed a slight trickle of sweat as it rolled down between my swaying breasts. My tits were much bigger than my sister's and apparently he'd never seen any of this size before because he stared at them in amazement.

"Are my tits as big as the ones you were describing in that 'Panty Week' video?"

"Oh, Mistress Rebecca - yours are much bigger and better, " he responded with a smirk.

"That's a very good answer, Panty Boy. Now it's time for you to suck on my nipples before getting down to business between my legs."

As I went over to him I tossed my bra aside and leaned over allowing my breasts to envelop his expectant face. He eagerly cupped each breast and took my nipples into his mouth, alternating between them several times. It felt so good to have someone touch me and do exactly as I desired. By now I was now quite ready for him to lick me to orgasm so I stepped back from him and lifted my slip.

"You will start kissing and licking my legs and slowly work your way up to the tops of my thigh-highs. Then it's on to my pussy where I expect great things from you."

I spread my legs so he had unimpeded access to my crotch now that my slip was hiked up all the way. He bent forward and began kissing my stockinged legs about knee level because he couldn't bend down any further. He slowly kissed and licked my thigh-highs all the way up to the supporting elastic bands and then beyond. The feel of his wet tongue and delicate nibbles on my inner thighs was so delightful that I could feel a steady drip of pussy juice forming at the bottom of my lips. When he began kissing and tonguing my pussy through my panties, I started to moan softly at his intimate touches. He probed as far as he could into the soft fabric and repeatedly traced the outline of my panty's elastic along its edges. He was playing his part pretty well - much better than I had expected. I could really get to like this newly found ability to make him do my bidding.

"My balls are starting to hurt!" he mumbled into my panties. "May I please cum soon? I'm ready to explode."

"You will address me as Mistress Rebecca and I'll decide when, where and how you cum! I'm in charge here today. Do you understand that, Panty Boy? And make sure that you eat me properly and make me cum buckets of juice or you won't get to take my panties home when I'm done with you."

"Yes, Mistress Rebecca," he whined.

"Now take my panties off and place your face right in my snatch!"

He immediately did as he was told by pulling my panties down to the floor and just as quickly I stepped out of them. I again used my crop with both hands and forced his face firmly into my pussy. That crop was just so damn useful after all. And to think I almost considered not buying it! That would really have been my loss. 

"Now start licking me like there's no tomorrow or I will tell my sister EVERYTHING! She will be very upset with you for jacking off in her panties. And if I inform her about your dressing up like a nurse there will be hell to pay."

His licking tempo increased dramatically. I guess by now he must have wanted to get me off as soon as possible so he could relieve his own aching balls. I wasn't about to argue with him because I never really thought he would be so compliant and pleasure me just the way I wanted him to. He was actually doing pretty well with his eager tongue - much better than many of the men in my life had been. He continued to lick me like a pro which felt oh-so-wonderful and I could tell that I was ready to cum any moment. Now it was time to get him to finish me in just the way I had always wanted a man to do.

"Now take my clit between your lips and roll it around and lick it until I am through cumming! And don't you dare stop until I am done!"

By this time I was so excited that I came almost immediately. I screamed loudly and my body shuddered and jerked in great spasms while I tried to keep his mouth attached to my throbbing pussy for as long as I could. Damn! That man actually gave me a good lick session! And I didn't have to give him a blow job or stick a finger up his ass in order to get some uninspired tongue action on my horny cunt in return. He was so good at making me cum that I thought I'd be calling him "Lickin' Larry" from now on. Well, maybe not so that my sister would ever hear about his new nickname.

"Mistress Rebecca, may I PLEASE cum now?" he asked in a pitiful manner. "My cock is about ready to explode."

I had no objection now that I had cum so I agreed that it was finally time for him to achieve his release. I wondered if I should do it for him or let him do his own thing while all dressed up. I could let him stare at my boobs and open my legs all the way so he could see my pussy. Given his state of excitement I didn't think that it would take him very long to cum - maybe five strokes at best. What was the harm in giving him a little bit of pleasure when he had given me such a fantastic orgasm?

"Yes, I will allow you to cum now. You have been such a good cunt licker that I think I will give you a very nice panty job. But you have to produce an enormous amount of cum to prove to me that you haven't been beating off this week. I hope you are up to the task."

He smiled expectantly as I thought about just how I would get him off. By now the front of his white uniform was completely soaked with pre-cum so I unbuttoned it and let it slide down to the floor. He was now standing there in front of me wearing his bra and panties through which his enlarged dick trying to escape. I told him to sit down and I sat on his lap facing him. His panties were soaked through and I knew that they wouldn't feel right on his cock so I gently extracted his dripping penis and cleaned it off using my slip. I picked up my panties from the floor and allowed him to have a good sniff of my built-up pussy odor. Then, much to his obvious delight, I ever so slowly wrapped them around his throbbing cock and gripped him tightly. 

"Is this what you want, Panty Boy?"

He had caught on to my little game about what I wanted him to say and do because he replied, "Oh yes, Mistress Rebecca. Would you please stroke my cock with your panties. I would be ever so grateful if you would allow me to shoot my load of cum into them right now." I'm sure by now he now realized that I really didn't give a shit about catching him beating off in my sister's underwear or disciplining him for doing so.

As I had predicted, after only a few strokes he came with a strong stream of sperm that shot right through the panties and splashed all over my tits. With his huge load of cum sliding off my breasts, I forced his face into my wet chest and dripping nipples and held him there with both hands.

"Well, it appears that I got your vote for the 'Panty Week' video winner."

We both laughed uncontrollably for several moments and then I turned serious again.

"Now, you very naughty boy, you must ask permission to clean up this mess that you have just made on my chest. And you can't use a hair dryer either. You must use your little pink sponge and clean up every last bit of your cum."

He looked at me quizzically for a few moments until he realized what I meant by "little pink sponge" and he played along with my request.

"Oh, please, Mistress Rebecca," he said. "May I lick all that cum off of your tits? I'd really like to do that for you. Wonderful tits such as yours should be properly cleaned after you have given me that most amazing panty job."

When I finally gave him permission to do so, he started licking up and swallowing his cum without a moment's hesitation. For my part, I started to wonder why I hadn't done something like this before in order to manipulate my various boyfriends into pleasing me for a change. From now on I would be the boss. I would have my partner make me cum first in a manner of my choosing and he would just have to wait for his own pleasure. No longer would I have to give what I thought was great head just to get a lackadaisical licking in return.

"You have done - oh - rather adequately well for your first time and you may take my panties home with you as a reward. When I want you to return for another session, I will let you know. Now leave all the other women's clothing here and I will decide when you will be allowed to wear them again."

With that, I tossed him the blue cum-soaked panties and dismissed him with a wave of my hand. With a big smile on his face, he stripped off his dress-up clothes, threw on his own, stuffed the precious panties into a pocket and quickly vanished out the door. I decided that I'd play with Larry and have some fun with him for a while and then move on to some other man who liked to play dress-up. They couldn't be too hard to find. But for the time being I'd see that Larry's tongue got a good workout over our next sessions.

If you should ever run into me somewhere, you be will able to recognize me quite easily - I'll be wearing soft satin panties.

Unless, of course, you'd rather be the one wearing them. Or perhaps you'd prefer to have them wrapped around your cock while you or I stroke it? What color would you like to use? I'm kind of partial to blue. Whatever the color, I'm sure you'll enjoy filling them up with your cum.



Stroking in the Rain



Rick hated to work in the rain, but there was yard work that needed to get done, so he didn't have much of a choice. Meanwhile, his wife Tessa was bundled up nice and warmly inside the house, hanging out with her spicy Latina friend Lorena. It was Sunday morning, and Tessa had invited Lorena over to cut out coupons from the Sunday paper and gossip. This was a Sunday tradition of theirs. Of all Tessa's friends, Lorena was by far Rick's favorite. She was very flirtatious, and had no qualms about talking about her sexual experiences in front of Rick. To make the yard work slightly more bearable, Rick daydreamed about having Lorena's puffy lips wrapped around his cock, her large tits swaying back and forth as her head bobbed up and down. He could just imagine brushing her long, black hair off her face as she looked up at him with her deep set brown eyes. And what he wouldn't give to have the chance to slap her round, brown ass. This girl had curves like a mountain road, and Rick longed to go for a ride.

While Rick struggled to do his yard work with an erection in his pants, the girls sat in the kitchen and talked while they watched him out the window. "Poor Rick," Lorena said. "It can't be very fun working in that weather."

Tessa had little sympathy. "Well, he could have done it yesterday, but he was too busy sitting around watching basketball. It's what he gets for being lazy."

"Damn, you're harsh girl!"

"He doesn't have it that rough. I'll probably give him head later to thank him."

Lorena laughed. "I knew you were a naughty chica."

"I got to pay him lip service every once in a while to keep him happy. To be honest with you, our sex life hasn't been all that great lately."

"At least you can get some on a regular basis," Lorena responded.

Lorena had been divorced for a couple of years, and had not been in a steady relationship since. "I wouldn't say I'm really getting any on a regular basis, but at least I'm getting some every now and then," Tessa said. "Have you been dating anyone at all?"

"I've been fooling around a bit with this college boy. He's got one of the biggest dick's I've ever seen, but he has no idea how to use it. I need to find a man that knows how to pleasure a woman."

"Rick's not exactly hung, but I will admit that he's a good lover. He's very caring, and he doesn't mind going down on me. I just wish he was horny more often."

Lorena giggled. "That shouldn't be much of a problem, chica. It's not difficult to make a man horny. Just walk around naked, or hop in the shower with him and start sucking his dick. It's not rocket science."

"I know he gets horny looking at you," Tessa said.

Lorena giggled some more. "I know, I know. The poor guy has so much trouble keeping his eyes off my tits."

The girls looked out at Rick and laughed some more before Tessa said, "It's really coming down out there. I think we should at least help him move some of that firewood to the shed."

Feeling pity for Rick, the two girls put on rain jackets, went outside in the pouring rain, and offered a hand. Rick genuinely appreciated having the help, but more than anything he was simply excited to watch these two sexpots getting wet and muddy. Rick loved to fantasize about Lorena, but his wife was quite the catch as well. She kept herself in extremely good shape, and her b-cup breasts showed no signs of drooping, even though she was in her mid-thirties. Her face was beautiful with or without makeup, and Rick loved pulling her dirty blonde hair as he fucked her from behind. However, every man that ever saw her agreed that her best feature was her ass. Her ass and child-bearing hips were large to begin with, but it was her thin waist that really made it stand out. Rick always got turned on by watching all the other men checking her ass out when they were out in public.

Once the firewood had all been put in the shed, the girls went back inside as Rick continued to work. Even after being in the rain for only ten minutes the girls were drenched. They stripped down to their underwear right in the kitchen where Rick could see them and threw their clothes in the dryer. Rick had seen Lorena in a bikini before, but this was the first time he'd ever seen her in her thong panties, and he was extremely aroused. Tessa offered Lorena a change of clothes, but all she wanted to wear was a large, white shirt that didn't quite cover the very bottom of her glorious ass. She said to Tessa, "I just like lounging around in my underwear on a cold winter's day when the fire's going. It feels so sexy."

Tessa opted to put pants on, but she understood the feeling. "I'm sure Rick will enjoy your look, too."

"Whatever helps you get laid, girlfriend."

The girls gossiped about other ladies in town for a while before the subject came back to Rick. "Boy is he working hard out there," Tessa said. "And he looks so hot with his lumberjack flannel and scruffy beard. Such a mountain man."

"You're a lucky woman. There aren't many good men like that around here."

"I guess I am lucky. I ought to do something special for him," Tessa said before drifting off in thought. "I have an idea, but I'd like your approval."

"I don't see why you'd need my approval, but what it is it?"

"I was thinking maybe the two of us could give him a massage."

Lorena worked as a massage therapist, so the request didn't strike her as all that odd. "I wouldn't mind that. He's got a great body. I'll make sure I keep this massage cleaner than my normal ones though."

Lorena had told Tessa many times how she enjoyed jacking off her clients, so she laughed. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could give him a special massage. Obviously I'll jack him off, but I bet it would turn him on if you were watching and massaging him at the same time."

"Damn, you're a bad girl! I had no idea! I have no problem with that kind of thing, but I didn't think you were the type."

"I didn't know I was bad either, but I want to spice things up."

"If you really wanted to spice things up, you'd let me stroke him," Lorena replied. "I have no doubt that you know how to get a man off with that great ass of yours and all, but I pleasure guys for my tip money. I could give him a very powerful orgasm."

"Don't underestimate my handjob skills," Tessa joked. "How about we both stroke him, but I'll finish him off. As his wife, I believe that's my job. Also, just use your hands. I'm not comfortable having another woman put her mouth on my husband's cock, even if it is my best friend."

"No problema. I never blow my clients no matter how much they beg or how much money they offer. My mouth is for boyfriend's only."

Rick continued about his yard work for another fifteen minutes, completely oblivious to the fact that he was about to get his dick massaged by his wife and her banging hot friend. Although neither one of them wanted to admit it, both women were getting turned on thinking about the double handjob, and both were starting to get wet. Lorena had always secretly been attracted to Rick. He was a true man. He could fix almost anything, he was a devoted husband, and he was not at all in touch with his feminine side. She was also attracted to him on a physical level with his chiseled jawline, burly beard, and grown-man strength that comes from doing manual labor and not from lifting weights. She had touched herself before while thinking about him on his knees servicing her tight snatch, and she was excited about getting to hold his horn in her hand.

When Rick finally did come in, he was dripping wet and noticeably tired. He had planned on passing out on the couch, but had a change of heart when he noticed that Lorena wasn't wearing any pants. Both women noticed Rick checking out Lorena's legs, but neither of them said anything about it. Instead Tessa said, "Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes, Honey?" as she began unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

She continued by lifting his drenched cotton shirt over his head, and then made her way towards his belt. The moment her hand got to his belt buckle, Rick stopped her and said, "I don't think you should take off my pants in front of company."

"She's not wearing any pants either. I'm sure you don't mind, do you Lorena?"

"Not at all. I'm curious whether Rick's a boxer or briefs guy. Or maybe even a commando kind of guy," she said playfully.

"Lucky for you, I'm not going commando today," Rick said as his wife removed his jeans.

As it turned out, Rick was wearing gray boxer-briefs with a noticeable bulge in the front. Having his wife strip him in front of this panty-clad Latina was enough to get the blood pumping to Rick's thick cock. Lorena took notice and said, "Boxer-briefs. I could've guessed that."

Rick smiled as he noticed Lorena checking out his bulge. "I must admit this is pretty nice having someone else undress me after a hard day's work."

"It only gets better," Tessa replied. "I've got a pot of tea on, and there's some cookies in the oven for you that should be ready by now. Lorena, do you want to grab the cookies, and I'll get the tea."

"Sure thing babe," Lorena said before standing up.

Rick was transfixed as Lorena stood up, turned her back to him, and mad her way to the kitchen. She was wearing a black lace thong that got lost in the canyon of her butt crack. Her plump ass jiggled back and forth as she walked to the kitchen, and Rick didn't take his eyes off it for a second. Rick knew that to get the cookies out of the oven, Lorena would have to bend over, and he was wondering whether or not she would kneel down, or full on bend over at the waist. He was hoping for the latter, and his wish was granted. Knowing exactly what she was doing, Lorena bent over and took her time taking the cookies out of the oven, giving Rick an amazing view of her shapely ass. By now Rick was completely hard, and was pitching a sizable tent in his underwear. "You look good in that outfit, Lorena," he sheepishly said.

"Oh Rick, you're such a pig," she exclaimed playfully before wiggling her ass side to side for his enjoyment.

The ladies brought the goods back to the table where Rick was sitting and chatted like it was completely normal for Rick and Lorena to be sitting around in their underwear. But once Rick was done eating, the girls decided to get down to business. "So Honey, I was thinking as a thanks for working so hard today that Lorena and I could give you a massage. I'm sure you must be pretty sore."

This request didn't strike Rick as all that bizarre because Lorena had given him massages a few times before when he was ailing. However, she had never given him a massage while she was wearing a skimpy thong, so he gladly excepted. Lorena told him to lean forward in his chair, and she began by rubbing his shoulders. Meanwhile, Tessa got on her knees and began working his feet. The girls patiently worked out the kinks in his muscular body, with Lorena working her way down his torso, and Tessa working her way up towards his thighs. The whole time this was happening the tent in Rick's pants didn't subside, but it wasn't until about ten minutes in when Tessa finally acknowledged it by saying, "It looks like you're enjoying this massage a little too much, Honey."

Rick had no shame. "I'm a straight male with two hot chicks rubbing me down. What do you expect?"

Lorena was secretly impressed with how long Rick could hold an erection. Even the college boy she'd been seeing couldn't stay as consistently hard as Rick had. Tessa's hands were working there way closer and closer towards her hubby's erection, but before she got there she suggested the girls switch positions, and they did.

This time Tessa started from the shoulders and worked her way down while Lorena started from the feet and worked her way up. Within five minutes Lorena had her hands deeply massaging Rick's thighs. He had his head back and eyes clothes in pure ecstasy, and was completely oblivious to his surroundings. It was while he was in this state that Tessa flashed Lorena a thumbs up, letting her know it was okay to start servicing her husband. Lorena had been eager to wrap her sinewy fingers around the width of Rick's penis, and wasted little time. She worked her hand further and further up Rick's thighs before eventually sliding her right hand under his underwear, and onto his balls, causing Rick to snap out of his state of zen. "Whoa there, I don't think you meant to grab those."

As Rick reached down to try to remove Lorena's hand, Tessa grabbed it. "Relax, Sugar. It's okay. You've earned this."

"Are you fucking with me, or something? Is this some kind of trick," he said while Lorena lovingly fondled his balls. 

"It's no trick, so sit back and enjoy it. This is the only time I'm ever letting you do this, so relax, and make sure you don't cum right away."

Rick still couldn't believe it, but once Lorena began stroking his shaft, he realized that this was actually happening. He couldn't help but moan as Lorena's fingers tenderly caressed his engorged penis. She continued to milk him for a minute or so underneath his boxer-briefs while his wife rubbed her hands all over her torso. "Would you like to see what the little guy looks like?" Tessa asked Lorena.

"I'd love to," she said as she put her hands on the waistband of Rick's underwear and peeled them off. Rick's cock was standing at full attention. At five inches it wasn't a very long cock, but for what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. Lorena could barely fit her hand around it. She had rubbed down many cocks in her line of work over the years, but she had never seen one with as large a mushroom tip as Rick had. She thought his cock was lovely. "You have a nice dick, Rick," she said.

Being an erotic masseuse, Lorena knew ever trick in the book. She began by squeezing his balls lightly with her left hand while simultaneously stroking just the tip of his cock with a tight circle she'd formed with her right hand. She could feel the cum rising in Rick's balls so she had to change up her technique in short time to keep him from cumming. Her next move was to clasp both her hands together to form a pussy shape. She slid her hands up and down Rick's short shaft, stopping every time before she reached the tip. "I can't believe how hard you can get," she said with genuine awe.

As she did this she kept teasing Rick by pretending like she was going to lick it. On one occasion her tongue got so close to Rick's thick cock that it accidentally touched it. When Rick could take it no more he moaned, "Kiss it, baby."

Before Lorena could respond, Tessa said, "Don't push your luck."

Instead of slurping on his cock, Lorena twirled her fingers around Rick's silo just like she was screwing the lid on a jar. Tessa had never touched his dick like this before. Rick knew he had to last as long as possible because he was never going to a handjob this good ever again. Lorena jerked him off for another minute before saying, "Chica, would you mind grabbing some baby oil? I've got a special move I want to try."

Tessa agreed to get the oil, which was in the upstairs bathroom. The moment she was out of sight Lorena said, "You need to promise to keep this between you and me."

"Keep what between you and me?"

Lorena didn't reply. In fact she couldn't reply because she answered Rick's question by putting his cock down her throat. She worked her lips up and down Rick's swollen member, sucking with great passion, knowing she wouldn't have long to orally pleasure him. "Does it feel good?" she asked.

"Of course. Now stop talking and suck my dick."

Lorena took a big gulp of hot tea and then touched Rick's dick with her tongue some more. She put the gigantic head of his cock fully in her mouth and swirled her tongue all over it, basically giving it a french kiss. Rick had never been blown by a girl with hot water in her mouth before, and he could hardly believe how fantastic it felt. He wanted this blowjob to last for an eternity, but as soon as they heard Tessa coming back down the stairs, Lorena had to remove her mouth from his thickness and start masturbating him again.

Once Tessa was back she dripped the oil down his chest letting it run all the way down to the base of his dick and his tightly compacted balls. Tessa rubbed the oil into Rick's torso while Lorena stacked one hand on top of the other and and pulled on Rick's short, fat hose. The baby oil took the handjob to a whole other level, and Rick's dick began twitching with pleasure. Sensing he might blow his load soon, Lorena said, "Let me know when you're ready to finish. Okay, Papi?"

Rick managed to moan out an uh-huh. Thinking he probably wasn't going to last much longer, Tessa stop massaging Rick's upper body and dropped down to her knees. She poured more baby oil over his package, and got in on the fun. With one hand she squeezed Rick's nipple, and with the other she lovingly juggled his balls. While she did this, Lorena pinched the other nipple, and slid her hand up and down the length of Rick's penis, making sure to pay attention to the tender corona. They did this for a good long while before Lorena asked, "Do you think we could find a way to get all four hands on his lovely cock?"

Tessa responded, "I don't know. It don't think it's big enough."

"I bet we could make it work. How about I'll work the balls and the bottom part, and you can massage the tip and top part."

The girls took a few seconds trying to figure out how to do this while Rick watched them and grinned. "You must be loving this," Lorena said. "It has to be a nice feeling having two girls arguing about the best way to milk you dry."

In reality it didn't work all that well having four hands on his cock, but Rick loved it nonetheless. "Yup. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Lorena laughed. "I don't know why you get to have all the fun. Tessa, could you grab your vibrator. I think we should have some fun too."

"Oh, I like that idea. Just give me a second, it needs new batteries, but I think I have some extras in my room next to the little guy anyway."

Lorena had only made this suggestion to get Tessa out of the picture for a brief amount of time. This time instead of engulfing Rick's rod with her mouth, Lorena stood up pulled off her thong, and slowly lowered her sweet pussy lips onto Rick's pulsating cock. Neither of them said a word, and they both did their best not to be too loud. Lorena didn't want Tessa to hear the sound of her twat smacking up against Rick's balls, so she did her best to just ride the tip. It felt so good entering her tightness, and she wanted it deeper, but she knew this wasn't a good idea if she didn't want to get caught. And they may have gotten caught too, but Tessa yelled downstairs to tell them that she couldn't find any batteries and that she was going to search the office. Having some extra time, Rick took his dick out of Lorena's pretty flower and ordered her to bend over the chair. He then stood up and inserted his thickness. He slowly thrust back and forth, and having her pussy fully stretched out by Rick's rock-hard member felt so good that Lorena began moaning. Rick had to put his hand over her mouth to quiet her down, and with his other hand he grabbed her fleshy ass. He had the joy of riding her fat ass for two minutes before they finally heard Tessa yell, "Finally! I found some batteries. Be down in a second."

Knowing they still had some time before she got the batteries in the vibrator, Lorena and Rick fucked liked banshees for as long as they could get away with. Had Rick pulled out one second later, they would have been caught, but instead when Tessa came down the stairs she was greeted by the sight of her husband and friend both standing up. Lorena was leaning her ass into Rick's waist and jacking him off by reaching behind. Tessa grinned. "It looks like you two are having fun, but Rick, why don't you sit down again. That'll make it easier for both of us to pleasure you."




Stroking in the Rain



Rick took her advice and returned to the chair, which now had Lorena's panties dangling from it. Tessa was now taking charge. "Lorena, why don't you get down on all fours and jack him off some while I stimulate you from behind."

Lorena took the command and did as she was told. The moment Tessa began stimulating her clit, Lorena started stroking Rick's penis with a fervor that she hadn't unleashed yet. She was now free to moan uncontrollably, and she did so loud enough that the neighbors could hear. Tessa loved the power she now had. "Do her panties turn you on?" she asked Rick. "Why don't you smell them?" 

Rick liked this idea, so he grabbed Lorena's thong and breathed in the scent of her sweet juices, the very same juices that his wife didn't know were coating his cock. Meanwhile Tessa removed the vibrator from Lorena's clit and placed it in her anus. This was simply too much pleasure for Lorena to withstand, and what had been such a sensuous, methodical tug job quickly turned rough and sloppy, but just as pleasureful. This went on for two minutes before Rick reached his limit. "I'm almost there!" Rick warned.

With that Tessa turned off the vibrator, and Lorena ceased stroking Rick's cock. Tessa again took command and said to Lorena, "Why don't you turn around so he can blow his load on that sexy, brown ass."

Lorena did as she was told, turning around and pressing her voluptuous ass up against Rick's cum-filled penis. Instead of finishing him off immediately, Tessa let even more cum build up by playing with Rick's large, compact balls. Once she felt he was ready, she grabbed Lorena's thong, gave it a sniff, and then wrapped it around Rick's throbbing manhood. She slid Lorena's skimpy lace thong up and down Rick's penis until the wonderful sensation became too much, and he erupted all over Lorena's ass. It was the largest load he had ever blown in his life. He came continuously for over a minute. Lorena couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit! I've never had a client cum like that before. You did a good job, Rick. Why don't you rub it in for me? It's good for the skin."

Rick complied, and rub his cum all over Lorena's gorgeous behind as he regained his breath. Once this task was completed, the inner animal in Rick took over and he gave Lorena a good, hard smack on the ass. "Thanks for the handjob, I'll never forget that."

"It was my pleasure," Lorena said before standing up and putting her thong back on.

Pressing his luck Rick said, "We should do this again next week."

Lorena gave him a look that seemed to indicate she was up for it, but Tessa quickly shot the idea down. "Not a snowball's chance in hell."

Although he never got to be with both these lovely ladies at the same time again, Rick did begin a torrid love affair with Lorena that lasted until Tessa came home to find her husband with his cock inside her best friend's mouth, but that's a story for another time.



Stroking Midnight



I took a long sip of my dirty martini and leaned into the bar, staring resentfully down towards the end of it. My boyfriend of three years, Ryan, was still engaged in conversation, feeding his ego with clever banter. I noticed the familiar animated expressions, grand gestures, and overly enthused laughter that captivated the small crowd of people he was talking to. I sighed heavily, and settled back onto my bar stool and played with the spear of olives in my drink. It was New Year's Eve, but all it really amounted to was just another night of pretending I was happy. It was something that I had become good at, thanks to several years of practice at trying to be his girlfriend.

Ryan and I had started out, as every other couple seemed to. There had been that magnetic attraction that night at the club when we had first met. It had been another New Years Eve, three years prior. I had been trying to get a drink, along with the surging crowd that had been pushing towards the bar, trying to get any bartender's attention. Being a rather small and diminutive blonde in a sea of tall men, he must have seen my struggle, and moved in to easily impress me with the way he commanded attention. When he handed me a glass of champagne in time for the clock to strike midnight, I couldn't help but be intrigued. 

Over the years I had blossomed under the flattery of what it meant to be Ryan's girlfriend. He seemed to know everyone in the city, and everyone wanted him at their parties. He was charming, and entertaining and those bright blue eyes made you feel like you were the only woman in the room. Even though behind the clever front, he was the kind of guy who was constantly aware of every flirty, smiling, long-legged piece of ass that was in his immediate vicinity. He'd make you laugh hard enough to not notice the way he'd steal a quick glance over your shoulder. Sometimes, he would blatantly and openly flirt with another girl while you were standing right there, being distracted by a conversation with one of his friends.

I had wanted to be the "cool girl" back then. I didn't want to seem clingy or insecure, or at least I didn't want it to be obvious. Inside, I was constantly questioning what his motives were or how committed he really was, even after we'd moved in together. I was, as some of his more sarcastic friends would say, the perfect foil. My refusal to appear like the typical jealous girl gave him ample opportunity to come home at 4am, go on guy's trips to Vegas, and spend time sending text messages late at night without me ever having the nerve to confront him. Maybe I didn't want to know the truth. Maybe I knew it and had already accepted it. After all, we were a fun couple; we had a beautiful crowd of exciting and successful friends to party and vacation with. We lived in a trendy condo in the heart of the city, right by the lake, and on the outside we were the couple everyone wanted to be.

Was he cheating? It had been grating on me more and more over the past year. I didn't want to be suspicious or demand answers, but 'work' seemed to be one of his favourite excuses as to why he'd always come home late. It was also the reason he used when he had to run out again just after I'd cooked dinner. He was always 'entertaining clients,' even though I had yet to see his business improve because of it.

"You just need to spice things up again, Erica!" my friend Jennifer had told me once. "Ryan is just another typical 'peter pan boy'. He's never going to grow up. And playing the good girl isn't going to keep him interested forever."

I had tried not to feel offended by her words of advice. It's not that I was a conservative girl, but Ryan and I had never really had a raunchy kind of sex life. Quite honestly, I just didn't think he was that kind of guy. We had always had satisfying sex, and the porn videos he favoured always seemed to be very standard fare with a lot of straight sex and threesomes. He had subscriptions to a few men's magazines, but there never seemed to be anything very perverse about his desires. He loved beautiful, sexy women. That seemed to be the only pre-requisite. And I had always been very careful to ensure I lived up to that image. My hair was blonde and glossy, my body was tight and toned and my smile was always eager. Fine, perhaps I wasn't as openly slutty as those porn star models were. I didn't flaunt what I had, but Ryan had told me he preferred it that way. After all, he said he would never marry one of them. He wanted a girl of quality. At least that's what he had always claimed.

That's why I ended up drinking almost an entire bottle of vodka on the night I found the photos on his computer. Ryan had said he was going to the gym and then out for drinks with the guys. My computer had crashed earlier that day, right in the middle of some online Christmas shopping, so I decided to use his. I had never gone onto his computer before. My friends used to laugh at me, amazed that I could resist snooping on him that way, but I wanted to trust him. And besides, if I found something upsetting or incriminating, how could I confront him? Tell him that I'd gone looking through his computer history files? No, if I was going to find out something, I was going to find out when I was meant to. Besides, who cared if he looked at dirty porn online, right? We didn't need to know absolutely everything about each other.

I clicked his laptop open and was surprised when his email account popped up. He hadn't logged out. I drew in my breath, trying to convince myself to close the screen. But something drew my eyes to the subject line near the top of the page. "Something to add to our dirty little sex album." It was from a name I recognized, as it was an acquaintance of ours from our shared social scene. Ryan had always told me he thought that Kelly Harrison was a slut. He used to make fun of the outfits she'd wear, that were always overtly designed to get attention. They were mostly tiny short skirts and low cut tops that spilled heavy cleavage that didn't belong on that otherwise slim brunette frame. 

"She's trash," he'd whisper conspiratorially in my ear. "And unbelievably dumb and neurotic. That's why she's always single. No guy's going to put up that." 

My heart started to thud and my mouth went a little dry. Part of me knew what I would find before I ever opened that email, but I felt compelled to anyway. Out spilled an endless assortment of jpegs. Many of them were dark and a little blurry but it was more than enough to cause my jaw to drop and my stomach to turn. There she was, naked and voluptuous on her knees, and spreading her ample cheeks apart to ease the entry of my boyfriend's dick into her ass. Her face was turned to the side, moaning, already slick with cum, making me realize that there had been a few rounds of sex that night. Picture after picture downloaded of Ryan fucking her in every which way he could, gleefully documenting the whole thing with the camera. There was her cum-covered face smiling up for the camera, spreading her pussy lips and grinning at the lens teasingly. And then more with her sucking his cock and balls, and then with her face buried in his ass. I could see the glimpse of pink tongue as it snaked inside him. Her eyes were open, loving the attention, enjoying being a slut for him and for the camera. At first I just sat there stunned. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. 

Their sex looked depraved and raw. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat. Her long dark hair was messy and wild, giving her that freshly fucked look that made the photos seem even dirtier. His hands were gripping her, almost clawing at her hips. I could see the red imprints of the sharp slaps he'd delivered to her ass while he had fucked her. I felt numb. This was everything that our lovemaking was not. He had always been gentle and respectful with me. When I had told him I was too anxious to try anal sex, he had been patient and understanding. Sure, we had enjoyed some very passionate nights, and I had always enjoyed things a little rough, but he had never gone anywhere near the extent that I was seeing in these photos. This girl was his fuck slut. His face was smeared with satisfaction. Clearly he had enjoyed every debased and dirty moment.

I spent the night in shock, crying and drinking vodka until I passed out in bed. I didn't even hear him come home that night, nor did I really meet his eyes or talk to him for that entire week. I made an effort to stagger my schedule so that we were apart most of the time. And when we were together at home, I would watch him out of the corner of my eyes as I pretended to be focused on the television, while he worked on his computer. In my mind, from that moment on, he was always doing something deceptive. Every second he was on the computer, or the phone, and every time he reached for his Blackberry was just another piece of unseen evidence to convince me that he was up to no good. And my anger and resentment grew, slowly and steadily with every day that passed.

I thought about my next move for a few weeks. I didn't want to make any hasty decisions too quickly. I considered whether I wanted to throw away three years together over some dirty cheating with a whore like Kelly Harrison. The decision was weighing on my mind on that cold New Years night, of our third year together. I had dressed sexier than usual, in a little silver mini dress I'd bought the week before, and I'd left my long blonde hair loose and wavy over my shoulders. I would have felt vindicated by my sex appeal from the admiring glances I'd been getting all night, but I was undeniably still distracted by the uncertainty of my relationship. Ryan was clearly having a great time, I realized bitterly. So why wasn't I?

"Can I get you another martini?" The bartender asked me leaning in over the bar. He smiled, almost sympathetically. "You look like you could use it."

I sighed. "Yes. Please...."

"Do you want it dirty?"

His words seemed rather appropriate for the moment I was caught up in.

"Actually... make it filthy."

He grinned at me and winked, and I smiled back, trying to distract myself from the strains of the night. He was the kind of guy that you couldn't help but want to flirt back with. His green eyes were lively and they hinted at a sharp wit and mischievous nature. He had dark hair, and an easy smile and his body was athletic and toned. I watched him as he mixed my drink, and we exchanged a few unspoken smiles.

"I'm Chase by the way," he said as he set the martini down on a napkin in front of me.

"I'm Erica."

"So, Erica... it looks like you look like you have a lot on your mind," he said finally.

I laughed bitterly. "You have no idea."

"Boyfriend trouble?"

"How did you guess?"

He shrugged and gestured discreetly down towards the end of the bar where Ryan was leaning in to whisper something into the ear of a pretty redhead. Whatever he had said made her giggle and playfully swat his arm.

"Well, if you're dating that asshole, then there's got to be some problems."

I laughed out loud. I should have been insulted, but the buzz of the martini had me finding the irony of the moment. I had been through such a roller coaster of emotions over the holidays, I felt like there was almost nothing left in me to feel. I was numb, but it was starting to become a good kind of numb, I decided. It was helping me see clearly again.

"You have good intuition, Chase. He is definitely an asshole."

The bartender grinned at my assessment. "I probably shouldn't say anything. But I've worked here for a while, and I've seen him around. Typical Thursday night crowd arrogance. Him and his friends wander in and pretend like they're high rollers and hit on all the skirts. I just pour the drinks and laugh mostly. But you know... these guys are all the same. They want to feel like men, but in the end they're all just boys. And never appreciative of what they have at home, am I right?"

"Yes," I agreed with a sigh, feeling my resentment starting to grow. "You are absolutely right on that. I really don't know why I stay."

After hearing more validation of Ryan's wandering ways, I began to feel a lick of fire flaming through me. It was a mixture of anger, frustration, and finally a kind of momentum that wanted to propel me forward to take charge of the moment, and change the stakes in the game. 

"Have you ever called him on it?" Chase asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"No," I admitted. "But you know what? I was actually thinking of doing just that." And then, surprising myself, I leaned into the bar, letting my dress fall forward to give him a glimpse of the soft swell of my breasts. "Except, I was thinking of doing it in a creative way."

He gaze quickly dipped down the front of my dress, appreciating the view and he raised an eyebrow. "I like creative girls. What do you have in mind?"

I felt a little rush of adrenaline, as I contemplated how far I wanted to take things. I took a long sip of my martini. It was a pivotal moment. I could laugh it off and return to the side of my cheating boyfriend and drag myself through another year of trying to patch up a relationship that already felt shredded. Or, I could seize the moment of New Years Eve. A new year; a new life. The good girl I had forced myself to be all those years suddenly seemed like an empty shell. A mask that I had worn to be the girl I thought Ryan had wanted. But as it turned out, it obviously wasn't what he really wanted. And if I was honest with myself, it wasn't the real me, either. Feeling emboldened by my thoughts, the buzz of dirty martinis, and the premise of a new year, I smiled back at him and cocked my head to one side. It was no longer about Ryan and our relationship... it was about me.

"Can you get away from the bar for a little while?" I heard myself saying. 

He grinned, his eyes lighting up with interest. "Well, it's about to hit the stroke of midnight in about 10 minutes, but about 15 minutes after that, I can get have someone cover for me. If you wanted to talk in a quieter place. There's a back office that's empty, just past the women's bathrooms."

I drew in my breath, feeling vaguely light headed by the decision I was about to make. 

"I'll meet you there..."

A smile passed between us and I felt my panties instinctively begin to get wet. The deliciousness of revenge surged within me. It was unfamiliar and exciting, and I surprised myself with my sudden desire for it. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, and let one of the straps of my silver dress fall low over my shoulder as I slid off the bar stool with my martini, feeling Chase's eyes follow me as I crossed the bar to where Ryan stood.

I didn't try to engage myself in the conversation too extensively. I smiled and nodded and laughed in the right places, but my eyes were still on the bartender as we shared dirty glances as the clock crept towards midnight. I could feel my nipples harden under the silk sheath of a dress I was wearing, as my mind began to imagine and anticipate what I was about to do. All the while Ryan kept a hand on the small of my back, playing the role of my boyfriend, and yet still never quite succeeding at it.

"Everything ok?" he asked me finally.

I returned his concern with a full smile. "Better than ok, Ryan. I'm just looking forward to the New Year. You know what they say. It's a chance to start over... to try new things."

He grinned. "New things? Like what?"

I shrugged mischievously. "You'll see... later tonight."

Midnight arrived in a flurry of cheery greetings, clinking glasses, and perfunctory kisses. I was handed a glass of champagne and I was reminded of the first moment I'd met Ryan, standing beside him in a bar when he'd handed me the bubbly drink that initiated our first conversation. I was still carrying the glass with me when I wandered away from the crowds shortly after I saw Chase hand off the bar duties to the two other bartenders that were working there. Quickly I slipped down the back hallway, past the bathrooms. I saw one of the doors to a back office edged open, and I peeked inside. Chase was standing inside, leaning against the desk.

"Happy New Year," I murmured as I closed the door behind me.

"It's definitely looking like that," he said with a rueful smile. "You've decided to start the year off with a bang, have you?"

"Maybe..." I said finally, walking up to where he was standing. I took a long sip of champagne. "I have a few fireworks planned for tonight."

I set the glass down. The room was dark, with just enough moonlight coming through the open windows to bathe everything in a silvery glow. I stepped forward, pressing my bare leg against his.

"I need your help though," I confessed teasingly.

"Well," he said, reaching out to draw me closer against him. I felt his hands slide up my thighs, and I sighed. His face inclined towards mine, and I felt his warm breath in my ear. "I do like to please my customers."

His hands slipped under the short hemline of my dress, sliding over my ass, needing no further instruction. I moved into him as our lips locked passionately. It had been a long time since I'd been with another man. I had always been faithful to Ryan, and now I relished in the unfamiliarity of the moment. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, as he kissed me back with intensity, his hands softly squeezing my ass. 

"We have to hurry," I whispered. "I can't be away for too long."

Our initial explorations in the dark room, gave way to a necessary urgency.

I felt his fingers on the lace band of my pink thong pushing them down my bare thighs, as my hands moved to his belt buckle, both of us rushing to remove or push clothing out of the way. 

"Where does your boyfriend think you are?" He asked as he ran his tongue slowly down my neck.

"Mmm... the bathroom," I murmured. "I just don't want him to come looking for me if I take too long."

"Oh yeah?" Chase grinned, sliding his fingers into the juicy folds of my wet pussy. "Doesn't he trust you?" He began to finger fuck me as I moaned against his mouth.

I smothered a laugh. "Strangely enough, no... despite how faithful I've been all these years. But tonight is about dirty new beginnings."

While he massaged my clit, I leaned into him, grinding my pussy against his talented fingers and put my lips next to his ear. "I have a plan."

I whispered all the explicitly filthy details of what I wanted him to do to me, and how I wanted it all to happen. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as his chest pressed against mine, and I knew he was smiling the entire time.

"You do have a twisted little mind, don't you," he marveled. 

"And?"

"And... I think you may have finally met your match."

I let out a little gasp as he seized me roughly about the waist, picking me up and setting me on top of the office desk we had been leaning against. He simultaneously pushed me back against it until I was laying flat. My pink thong dangled on the end of one ankle as he lifted my legs up, still clad in my silver stiletto heels and put them up high in air until they were over his shoulders. He smiled as he shoved the hem of dress up until my bare ass was against the cold table, revealing my glistening, perfectly smooth pussy.

Without another word, he slowly bent forward until I felt his breath hot on my pussy, followed by his warm wet tongue as it slid over my throbbing clit. I moaned and writhed on the table while his hands gripped me firmly. He continued thrusting his tongue inside me, and not letting me escape his hungry mouth. He licked and sucked my pussy while I tried to stifle my moans, even though it was doubtful anyone would hear us with the loud bass beats from the bar thudding through the room. I imagined what Ryan was doing at that moment as I lay on that back office table with my legs clasped around the neck of this stranger who was enthusiastically devouring my pussy. The thought of my devious decisions only served to excite me further, and I found myself bucking up against Chase's mouth, grinding my clit against his tongue until I came in a wave of hot pleasure.




Stroking Midnight



"Oh my god," I gasped, feeing a wave of heat flame through me. I partially sat up in a heady daze, and seeing his long hard cock I immediately put my hands on it. I stroked his shaft with excitement. "You know what I want. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. I can't wait any longer."

"Mmm... you really want me to soak that pussy with cum, don't you."

"Fuck yes!"

I pushed him back into the office chair and straddled him, uncertain of how much time had passed, or whether Ryan might have been looking for me by then. I lowered myself down onto his hard shaft, watching as each inch sank into my swollen cunt. He gripped my hips as my stilettos hit the floor and I began to ride him, impaled on his cock. We built a rhythm between us that became more frenetic and intense as he moaned and I muttered obscenities, urged on by the excitement of the moment.

"I want to feel your cum inside me," I gasped.

"Oh yeah?" he murmured, kissing me roughly. "You want me to fill that tight little pussy?"

"Uhhh... yes."

He lifted me off his lap and spun my around, pushing me forward onto the desk. I groaned and instinctively pushed my ass out towards him. I felt him sink his cock into my pussy once again, and I sighed with pleasure. Unrestrained now, he set about fucking me hard, thrusting into me with fast, deliberate strokes. I could hear the wet sounds of our sex as his hips slapped against my ass.

"That's it, don't stop." I begged him.

Ho moaned and grabbed a handful of my long blond hair. "You like that, don't you," he murmured. "You like teaching your boyfriend a lesson by becoming my slut."

His thrusts increased, and my pussy quivered around his shaft, dripping wet from his assault. He held me tight by the back of my hair as I clawed against the desk, urging him on until I felt his body tense and with one last deep thrust I felt the long hot spurts of cum fill my depths. He collapsed against my back momentarily as we lay there together, catching our breath.

"That was perfect," I whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

Slowly he withdrew his semi-hard cock from my dripping pussy. I turned to Chase and kissed him, both of us laughing softly at the madness of the situation at hand. With a wink I sank to my knees and slid his wet shaft into my mouth. His cock was slick with our juices and I licked every drop off of him, as he sat back in the office chair.

"This is turning into a hell of a dirty New Year, " he admitted with a grin, running his hands through my hair playfully, as he watched me suck all our juices off his cock.

Finally I smiled and stood up. "Oh, it's going to be a very dirty New Year," I agreed.

Chase watched me as I retrieved my pink thong from where it still hung around my ankle like a lace bracelet. I slid it up over my bare thighs until it was nestled against my swollen pussy, still filled with his cum. I felt the fabric soak deliciously, reminding me of what had just transpired.

"I have to get back," I said reluctantly.

He smiled. "Until we meet again then Erica."

I just grinned back at him and winked.

Carefully I opened the door to the office and checked the corridor. I found it almost empty, aside from a few drunken partygoers who had snuck away to make calls on their cell phones in the quieter hallway. I went to the bathroom first to freshen up my makeup and fix my hair, and then quickly made my way back out to the main bar.

I could still taste the bartender's cum on my lips as I walked back to Ryan. My hair was still messier than it had been earlier that night, and my face was flushed, but luckily my boyfriend seemed too distracted to notice.

"Darling." I said, leaning in to kiss Ryan with my cum stained lips. With him not knowing where my mouth had just been, I enjoyed sliding my dirty little tongue into his. When we parted, he grinned at me, obviously still oblivious.

"You're feeling pretty frisky tonight, huh."

"Mmm hmm...." I admitted with a grin. "It's a New Year and a new Erica. In fact, when we get home, I have a little surprise for you."

He laughed teasingly. "Oh really? You're kind of drunk already. Are you sure you're going to be able to go the distance tonight? I mean, I don't really want to leave the party just yet."

"Oh, I figured you'd want to stay until closing time," I said with an indulgent smile. "And don't worry about me. I have all the energy I'll need for tonight."

Indeed, I was on a kind of sexual high until the bar closed. I drank champagne, I danced, and I celebrated the confidence in the decisions I'd made since the stroke of midnight. I discreetly winked at Chase as Ryan was helping me with my coat at the end of the night, as the crowds drifted out of the bar.

When we got home, I closed and locked the front door. Ryan slid up behind me to kiss the back of my neck, but I gently nudged him off me. 

"Uh uh... not yet. I told you, I have a surprise. Go pour us a drink."

"Another drink? Are you sure you haven't had enough already."

"No, I haven't had enough," I said with a wry grin.

I made my plans and arrangements in the bedroom while Ryan fixed our drinks. I found the Chinese silk ropes that I'd bought over a year ago, for a night of kinky play that we'd never gotten around to. I pulled the leather club chair out of the corner of the bedroom so that it was closer to the bed. Eventually, the door to the bedroom opened and I quickly spun around. 

"Well," Ryan said, lounging drunkenly in the doorway. "What do we have here?"

Wordlessly I smiled at him and took the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bedside table. 

"Just a way for us to connect again. To start the New Year the way we should."

"What... with me all tied up?"

He laughed, as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off, pulling down his pants, and leaving him clad only in his boxers. I pushed him down into the club chair, a little more roughly than he'd probably anticipated. I worked quickly with the ropes, binding his ankles and fastening them to the legs of the chair.

"Hmm... all tied up and at your mercy, huh. I think I like this new Erica. It seems like you're planning to spoil me tonight," he grinned.

"Just like you spoil me?" I asked, my green eyes sparkling as I knelt in front on him. "Don't worry, I'll be enjoying this even more than you will, darling."

I slid the ropes across his muscular upper chest and tied him firmly to the chair, leaving his hands free.

"Actually, I think it was you that had all the fun last year, Ryan," I said as I finally stood in front of him. Teasingly, I slid my hands up under the hem of my silver dress and slid my soiled pink panties down my bare legs while he watched. "You had fun being a bad boy with Kelly the slut, didn't you?"

He froze with surprise, his eyes widening.

"What are hell are you talking... "

"Shhhh," I interrupted. I took the thong, still drenched with my juices and Chase's cum and shoved the soaking crotch into his mouth, sliding the bands around his head, so that it was held there firmly. I smiled as he realized what he was tasting, and I kissed his forehead, enjoying his shocked expression.

"You see, the surprise tonight isn't about you starring in my New Year's sex show... it's about you watching it. You'll be a good spectator sport, won't you? I mean I enjoyed looking at all those photos on your computer of you ass fucking that whore Kelly Harrison. I'll admit I was kind of surprised. You always said you had no respect for the dirty girls. And then I started to think about it and realized... if I'm a good girl... you clearly have no respect for me either."

He glared at me. I could hear him mumbling through the wet thong I had stuffed into his mouth. Clearly he was not impressed with my antics so far. But I had already set the wheels in motion and there was no stopping the series of events that were about to unfold.

I heard the timely knock on our front door at that moment, and I winked at him, disappearing from the bedroom for a moment. I turned on a little house music with some dark rhythmic beats to drown the silence. When I returned to the bedroom with Chase, I could see Ryan's eyes bulge with indignant shock.

"It's a new year, Ryan," I said to him. "And I think, given that your respect is a rare prize that no woman can really win, it's just going to have to be about me from now on. And the first thing I want, is for you to know what kind of a dirty girl you had in your bed all this time. One whose true potential you never really bothered to appreciate ... darling."

Standing between the two men, and being in control over the moment left me confident in everything that I did and gave me a little rush of excitement. My hands moved to my upper back and I unzipped my silver minidress, letting the straps fall over my shoulders, before the slippery silk slid down over my naked breasts. Ryan watched me with trepidation and uncertainty as I kept my eyes fixed on his. I slid the dress further down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I kicked it away, standing naked in front of him, and letting him gaze at and appreciate the tight, toned body that was no longer there for his satisfaction.

Then I took a few steps backward and leaned into Chase's chest, pressing my ass against his groin, and feeling him already hard as he pushed back against me. My hands moved behind me to go around him, and rove over his muscular ass. I grinded back against him, teasingly, enjoying the way Ryan's eyes narrowed as he watched us.

"You might recognize this sexy man as the bartender from earlier tonight," I said with a sigh of anticipation. "What you don't know is that at the stroke of midnight, I joined him in a backroom office. I think you're already getting a taste of what happened."

Ryan moaned against the wet thong, soaked in juices and cum, and struggled to spit it out, but to no avail.

"But incase there's any confusion, let me show you..."

I slid down in front of Chase, kneeling naked before him, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting him step out of them before I tossed them casually aside. Chase pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile, revealing his lean muscled, athletic upper torso. Chase was effortlessly sexy in a way that Ryan had always strived so hard to be, and I admired him appreciatively. I could see his erection bulging in his boxer shorts and I stuck out my tongue playfully, before running it up over the fabric of his boxers that still concealed his hard cock. It bobbed under my tongue and I grinned up at him. My fingers slid into the waistband and I finally pulled them down. 

"Mmm...." I murmured, letting my tongue slide along the length of his long, hard shaft. "I think we should make sure Ryan gets a good view of his slutty little cock-sucking girlfriend, don't you?" 

Chase smiled, delighting in how twisted the evening was quickly becoming and his hands slid into my long hair to gather it up into a messy blond ponytail, pulling it back off my face so that my boyfriend could watch me devour his cock. I slid my mouth down over him, soaking his cock with my warm saliva as I moved my head up and down on his shaft. I slowly eased him in, deeper and deeper with each stroke, while I moaned around his dick. I felt his hand tighten on my ponytail as he started to shove himself deeper into my mouth, obviously as turned on by the situation as I was. I could feel the spongy head of his cock against the back of my throat and I fought my gag reflex, momentary sputtering before taking him deeper, and holding him there, looking up at him, while his hands clutched the back of my head, prolonging his pleasure. 

"Fuck, you are one good little slut," Chase admitted with a long sigh. 

He pressed my head forward again while I felt his delicious cock move in short little thrusts in my mouth. Finally he released my head and the entire length of his glistening dick slid slowly out of my mouth while I gasped for air. Moments later my mouth was on him again, licking and sucking that slippery shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum in my mouth. 

"Mmm.... Do you suck your boyfriend's cock like this?" Chase teased with a smile, while I worked on his cock. He was obviously enjoying the game as much as I was.

I threw a glance at Ryan, helplessly tied to the chair, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Despite his occasional struggles against the ropes, I could see the bulge in his boxer shorts, belying his indignation, and revealing that he was aroused by the shocking scene that was unfolding in front of him.

I turned back to Chase. "I don't think I've ever sucked his cock the way I'm sucking yours right now," I said with a little grin. "Maybe I just didn't think he deserved the dirty slut I'm being for you tonight. New year, new Erica, right?"

"And you want to be my whore this year?"

"Yes," I admitted. "And I want my boyfriend to watch me become your whore." 

I moved down to lick his balls, and slide them into my mouth while I stroked his wet cock in my hand, listening to his breathing intensify as he moaned in agreement. I could feel his pre-cum slippery against my fingers as he tried to hold back his orgasm. My hand left his shaft and I sat back on my heels, looking up at him and sliding two wet fingers into my mouth, adding warm saliva before I moved forward to suck his cock again. My wet fingers moved to his ass and I felt the clenching of his asshole as he pushed his cock into my mouth. My wet digit pressed against it, massaging the opening. He moaned and held still as I pushed against the muscular ring, sliding my finger deeply into his ass. 

"You like that, don't you?" I murmured.

"Yes... and I've noticed you like sliding your fingers into my ass." He said smiling down at me.

"Mmm.... I'd love it even more if you were fucking my mouth right now."

He needed no further encouragement. Chase grabbed hold of my head, firmly, and slid the length of his cock into my mouth at the same time as I slid a second finger into his ass. We built a rhythm up as I finger fucked him while he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth, my slippery wet lips, pressing against his shaft.

"You are definitely a dirty girl," he murmured with appreciation, increasing his thrusts, while I orally submitted to his desires, keeping up a steady rhythm with my fingers. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. "Fuck, I think I'm going to come soon. I think I want to cum all over that pretty little face of yours," he groaned. "Is that what you want?"

I gurgled my reply still working fast on his shaft as he expertly fucked my mouth, plunging my two fingers deeply into his ass. Finally, I felt him jerking in my mouth, and he moaned and pulled my head back off his cock, simultaneously releasing several warm spurts of cum all over my cheeks and into my open mouth. It landed on my waiting tongue, and dripped down my chin. Chase stared down at me in amazement, as I smiled first at him and then at Ryan, relishing in his shock at watching my face being covered in a stranger's cum right before his very eyes. I took the fingers that had been in his ass and used them to slide the cum off my cheeks into my mouth.

"What do you think Ryan? Did you like that little show?"

He shook his head, but I could still see his erection straining against his boxer shorts.

"Aww... I think you're enjoying it more than you're letting on, darling. I thought you might have cum watching your sweet little Erica being such a dirty cheating slut. But don't worry. That's just the first act of your private show tonight. There's so much more to come." I giggled deviously. "No pun intended of course."

His eyes narrowed and I could hear his muffled attempts to talk through the soiled panties I had stuffed into his mouth.

"Now, now," I said with a smile. "I'm just giving you the pleasure of a live performance, rather than being subjected to accidentally stumbling across dirty photos of me being a depraved slut on the computer. Let me think back to that photo montage I had the privilege of seeing. It seems that you liked taking pictures of Kelly with her tongue in your ass. I want to give you same pleasure, but you'll have to take mental photos this time. That way you can compare and determine who the better ass-licking slut is. I have a feeling I might win that competition though."

I crawled up onto our bed, over the white linens that we'd carefully chosen years ago, and smiled at Ryan. From where he sat, restrained in the leather chair, I lay my body diagonally on the bed so that my face was close to where Ryan was tied. I could see the arousal in his blue eyes. His shock had begun to turn to lust, watching me expertly manipulate the depraved situation. It was obvious. He never knew I had this in me, and yet had never bothered before to find out. He was no longer struggling to spit out my dirty pink thong that I had stuffed into his mouth. I was certain that the taste of my midnight fuck, hours earlier had only served to increase the intensity of watching me submit to this stranger. I winked at him, before rolling over onto my back, arching my body, so that my breasts rose up for his view. I twisted my nipples as I turned my attention to Chase's hard body as he stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock, and watching me writhe on the bed.

"Come on," I urged him. "Let's show my boyfriend what a dirty little slut I am."

Chase crawled over my naked body, dragging his hard cock along my stomach, teasing me. I could feel the warm spongy tip slide between my breasts and I pressed them together, capturing his shaft for a moment as he slid it back and forth, sighing deeply.  

"Turn around," I whispered hotly. I could feel my pussy drenched with juices and his leftover cum, anticipating the next time it would be filled and fucked hard.

But for the moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to slide my tongue into his ass, and force Ryan to watch the entire dirty experience up close. 

Chase swung his leg over me turning so that he was facing my body. He moved up just as my hands slid over his muscular ass, spreading the cheeks. My tongue slid out of my mouth, licking his tight hole and encircling it with long wet strokes.

"Mmm... what do you think about that Ryan." I murmured. "Do you like watching me lick his ass like this? I'll bet you do."

I could hear a muffled moan, this time not of anger, but of submission to the dirty eroticism of the moment.

I arched my neck so that Ryan would have a good view of my tongue pressing against the muscular ring of Chase's asshole, feeling it tense against my wet tongue before it snaked inside. I heard him groan and push back against my intrusion as I proceeded to tongue fuck his hole while my boyfriend helplessly watched. I had never done this with Ryan, and imagining what was going through his mind being this close to what I was doing made me even wetter. 

Chase leaned across my body to play with my clit and run his fingers through my juicy folds that were slick with arousal. My hands gripped his ass and held it firm as I continued to lick and suck and tongue fuck his hole, feeling his heavy balls against my chin. I could feel him tensing with pleasure as he groaned.

"Damn, you as such a good little ass licking slut, Erica. Shame your boyfriend never got to experience this," he said with a wicked grin.

Chase leaned back and began to grind his ass into my mouth, while my tongue thrust upwards, enthusiastically sliding into him. I moaned as I continued, the madness of the entire moment causing my hips to lift up off the bed. I was so eager to be fucked. 

Sensing this, Chase pushed back against my mouth, letting me give him one last deep tongue fucking before he moved off me and pulled me around. I arched my neck to make quick eye contact with Ryan who was watching everything intensely. By the obvious tent in his boxer shorts, I could see that he was still hard as a rock. I realized that he wanted to watch us now. He could have closed his eyes, or turned his head, but he was unable to take his gaze off of us.




Stroking Midnight



Chase slid me down under him while I whimpered with anticipation. My thighs spread apart as my legs moved up and clenched around him as we both groaned while he sank balls deep into my pussy on the pristine white duvet. I felt the weight of his chest against my breasts and I moaned with pleasure as he began to slowly fuck me. His hands gripped my shoulders as he thrust his throbbing cock into me, impaling me deliciously.

"Yes, that's it. Fuck my slutty little pussy," I sobbed. "God, you feel so good inside me."

Chase obliged me by increasing the speed and intensity of his assault. Gripping me the way he was, I could only cling to him helplessly and submit to every thrust with uncontrolled moans. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit with every movement, making my already wet pussy drool around his cock.

"You like being my whore, don't you," he murmured hotly into my ear.

I moaned my response, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him further into me while he pounded me with a momentum and rhythm that made the bedsprings creak. Finally I erupted in a long, shuddering climax, bathing his cock with juices as my pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. 

"Fuck yesss...." I screamed, not caring about anything in that moment other than my own pleasure. I was panting against his chest, my heart pounding in post-orgasmic excitement, just relishing in the feeling of his cock still sliding in and out of my swollen pussy. I knew my juices had soaked the bedspread. I grinned to myself through my drunken haze , finally coming back into the moment.

Chase's lips found mine and he kissed me long and deep, biting softly on my lower lip, before I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I smiled at him. "I want you to fuck my ass," I whispered, just loudly enough for Ryan to hear 

Chase moved off of me, but instead of getting on my hands and knees, I slipped off the bed, feeling the juices from my pussy glazing my inner thighs. I walked over to my boyfriend still tied to the club chair. I looked down at his straining erection, noticing the pre-cum that had soaked through his shorts. His eyes looked to me pleadingly. I grinned and finally pulled the soaked panties from his mouth, until they hung loosely around his neck. He drew in his breath, finally able to breathe through his mouth again, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Admit it," I said. "You're getting off watching this aren't you."

"Suck my cock," he begged, surprising himself with the urgency of his request. "Please."

"Not so fast," I said with a grin. "I'm getting fucked right now. Don't forget... It's still my turn."

Impulsively, I kissed Ryan's lips. Those lips that had been all over a stranger's ass only moments earlier and I was amazed at his eagerness to taste me. He was grateful for any small amount of contact I would allow him. And because of that, I teasingly moved my mouth away from his.

I could feel Chase come up behind me, and I braced myself on Ryan's forearms that were resting against the arms of the chair. I waved my ass invitingly at my sexy stranger, until I felt him sink into my pussy again, covering his shaft with my juices. He leisurely fucked me from behind as I felt his fingers alternately soaking into my wetness and moving upward until I felt his thumb press firmly against my asshole. I moaned, and let my heavy-lidded gaze meet Ryan's stunned expression. My breasts bounced and jiggled just outside the reach of his mouth as he struggled to touch me.

"Why are you doing this? Seriously? This is torture for me to watch."

"You mean just watch, don't you," I muttered. "You said you wanted me to suck you off right now. You're getting turned on by watching me be used like a dirty little whore." 

I bit down on my lower lip, feeling Chase's thumb pushing into my ass, finally slipping inside. I moaned, forgetting about my helpless boyfriend for a moment and felt my tight hole relax against his intrusion. I had never had anal sex before. I had enjoyed fingers inside my ass, but never asked for and committed to a hard cock sliding into my depths. But I had never been so turned on, and I had never wanted it more than that moment.

"You know he's about to fuck my ass," I murmured with a smile. "And you have no idea how much I want it right now, Ryan. I can't wait to have his cock fucking my tight little hole... just the way you fucked Kelly's."

Ryan moaned at the unrestrained filth of my confession. His eyes were glazed over, lustful and horrified at the same time.

Finally I could feel the soft, spongy tip of Chase's cock pressing against my virgin hole. In all other circumstances, I would have tensed up, but the dirty sensuality of the moment, had me pushing back against his cock. Chase's hands caressed my hips, and then finally gripped them as I felt the head of his cock push into my tight asshole, and I exhaled. My hands were on Ryan's wrists, squeezing as I stared into his eyes, feeling Chase slowly sink the entire length of his shaft into my ass with a long groan. As each inch filled me, the tight burn dissipated and I sighed, breathing heavily, acclimating to the spreading sense of pleasure as my muscles relaxed around his cock.

"Oh my god," I breathed. "It feels so good."

Ryan seemed to hold his breath while I exhaled mine. I panted softly as Chase gradually began long, slow strokes in and out of my ass, gradually building up speed. I clenched and unclenched Ryan's wrists, my eyes glazed over as Chase continued to thrust into my ass.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chase gasped. 

"Mmmm... yes... god, your dick feels so good in my ass. Don't stop fucking me."

The momentum of his thrusts propelled me forward haphazardly, until I was almost falling against Ryan. He couldn't find the words to speak, even as I felt his dick still hard against my knees each time I was pushed forward. It felt so depraved to be getting ass fucked by this man while I was being propelled forward against my helplessly tied up boyfriend. I loved the rush of how wrong it all felt. It made me feel even dirtier. And even more vindicated.

"Fuck me harder," I begged, much to Chase's delight. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me viciously. The loud slaps of his hips against my ass filled the room, as I felt his balls pressing into my pussy every time he bottomed out in my ass. I was almost pushed into Ryan's lap, and mercifully in the heat of the moment, I slid my hands down into his boxers, finally grasping his rock hard cock, as he groaned with appreciation. I began to jerk him off in rhythm to the incredible fucking I was receiving.

"Ughhh... ," Ryan gasped. "You're such a little slut. Don't stop."

I groaned loudly. "You hear that Chase, don't stop. Keep fucking that ass."

"You're the perfect little New Year's whore tonight aren't you," Chase groaned with pleasure. He delivered a delicious stinging slap to my ass, as he viciously continued to fuck me."

"Yes," I sobbed with abandon, feeling the heat flame through my face. "I just want to be your little slut, Chase. And I want to feel you fill my ass with hot cum, and make me scream."

Ryan groaned hearing the filth of my confession, and I felt his cock erupt in my hands, covering my fingers with cum. Feeling him panting against my slippery grip caused me to climax again. Chase gripped my hips harder to steady me, finally releasing several long, hot spurts of cum deep inside my ass. The three of us were left hot, and sweaty, panting desperately at the madness of the moment. My legs were like jelly.

I began to feel mercy set in with the delicious satisfaction of the moment, and I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Finally I smiled at Ryan and untied his wrists and the rope tying his upper body to the chair. I wasn't quite ready to untie his ankles, while still in the heady uncertainty of what had just transpired. Ryan was breathing harder, exhilarated at his sudden freedom.

"You fucking little cheating slut," he gasped, seizing me around the hips. Catching me off guard, he spun me around, making me squeal with surprise. 

"Ryan, what are you doing?" I cried. I latched onto Chase's forearms, shocked as Ryan bent me forward, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands before pressing his tongue against my asshole, feeling the drops of cum on his lips before sliding his tongue aggressively into me. I gasped, from the surprise and shear pleasure of feeling him work his tongue inside my slippery and sore little hole that had just been ravaged by Chase's cock. 

"Oh my god," I gasped, my breath caught in my throat. I could feel him sucking the cum out of my asshole as I leaned into Chase. Ryan was depraved and primal in his efforts, as though seeking to share in the madness of what had just happened in whatever way he could. 

A smile passed between Chase and I, and he leaned in to whisper into my ear. "Looks like you've finally put him in his place."

"Almost..."

I smiled at Chase and impulsively pressed my lips against his, sensuously kissing him, as my boyfriend licked his cum out of my ass. But now that his hands were freed, Ryan's hands were all over me, sliding into the wetness between my legs. 

"Such a fucking little slut," he murmured over and over, lost in his own haze of shock and arousal. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Yet something in me had moved beyond the moment we had just shared. Seeing Ryan's eagerness for me somehow failed to excite me. It was definitely the reaction I had hoped for. But the reaction was several years too late. His realization of what we could have shared together did little to appease me. Finally I pulled away from him.

"What are you doing?" Ryan cried in surprise. 

I sighed heavily; and then moved away from him, picking up my silver New Years dress from off the floor and slipping it back on. I was silent for a moment, recognizing the significance of the moment. Chase quietly got dressed, watching the final scene unfold.

"I'm leaving you, Ryan," I said finally.

"What?"

I smiled. "This was fun. And thanks for indulging me. But I think we both know the ride stops here."

"B..b..but... you got your revenge. I fucked up, and you got even with me! I thought that's what you wanted... so that we can move on together?"

"I thought that's what I wanted too," I admitted. "But I guess I want more. You know... New year, new Erica. And with that comes new expectations."

"What about a new beginning for us?"

"This is a new beginning for us," I reasoned. "It's just that we'll be doing it apart."

I looked at the pathetic sight, his legs still tied to the chair in the same way that my heart had once been tied to him. My now ex-boyfriend seemed more shocked than he'd been even at the beginning of the torrid sex scene we'd just enjoyed. I winked at him.

"How does that old song go, Ryan? "

I smiled sadly as I went to the bedroom closet and opened the door, picking up the suitcase of belongings I had packed earlier that morning. 

I sang the words softly, "Should old acquaintance be forgot,
 and never thought upon; the flames of love extinguished,
 and fully past and gone.... Goodbye Ryan, I'll send for the rest of my things. Happy New Year."

I took Chase's hand, and walked out the door.

*** The End ***



Stroking on a Bus



I am a bit past 65 but still very active sexually. I have been seeing a 45-year-old girl for a while now and recently had an opportunity to play with a 22-year-old college student. But, this is not what I want to tell you about.

I was on a bus tour to Niagara Falls last week with 16 others ranging from eleven years old to my age. The eleven-year-old was a granddaughter of one of the tourists. I sat in the last row of the bus beside a guy named Roger who was 37 years old and recuperating from an industrial accident and was on workers' compensation. 

No one was across from us because that seat and the long bench-style seat behind us were loaded with parcels. Roger was a tall guy, good-looking, really funny, and an extremely good conversationalist. There was nothing at all in his mannerism that told me he was either gay, bi, or exploratory. As a matter of fact, he often pointed out several hot chicks and talked about how he would like to go down on them or play with them or fuck them. I agreed with the going down part because I just love oral sex. All he said was, "Hm-m-m-m"

Somewhere around the Oshawa, Ontario area, he started a conversation about sex--sex of all kinds--and I liked it because I love to talk about it, too. His conversation was filled with all kinds of jokes as well, and we were having a good time. He told me about when he was in college and wanted to go home for Thanksgiving but didn't have enough money to go by bus, train or plane. He said that he was in the Student Centre at university and was kind of moaning about having to stay there for the holiday because he was broke. Then he told me this story:

A class friend of his told him that he would give him the money to go home if he would blow him. He said he thought about it for a while then said 

"OK, I'll suck you off. When? Where?" 

His friend said, 

"Right now in the john." 

He said, "OK, but it is going to cost you $100--$80 for train fare and the rest for meals and you have to pay in cash up front." 

His buddy said "Let's go."

He said they went into a stall in the bathroom and he sucked the guy off. Then he turned to me and said, 

"Have you ever had sex with a man?" 

I didn't know how to answer this because I thought it might be shameful. So, what the heck. 

I said "Yes, but it was a long time ago, and believe it or not, I miss it a bit and think about the right place, person, and time. Do you suck often?"

He said, "I love to suck cock. I love the feel of it sliding in and out of my mouth. I love the feel of it in my hand. I love the feel of a guy's ass when I hold it and bring his cock deeper into my mouth. And, I love to have him cum on me--on my face or on my body or in my mouth. I think I'm a pretty good cocksucker. How about you?"

"I haven't blown a guy since I was on a fishing trip with my buddy, Elwood, when I just turned 20 and we were pretty drunk one night in our tent. He got up from sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag and said, 

'I've gotta have a piss.' then he went outside and pissed in the bushes. When he came back in, his cock was still sticking out of his shorts and he walked toward me. 

'Want to watch me jack off, Les?' he asked, but he didn't wait for an answer. He just stroked his cock about three feet away from me.

"Take your cock out and stroke it for me, Les. Let's cum together." he said. 

I stood up, unbuckled my pants, pulled them and my underwear down and matched him stroke for stroke. It was sooo erotic for me. He moved toward me until our cocks were touching, then he took both of them in his hand and stroked us both at the same time. Man, it felt good.!

With the fantastic feeling I was getting from jerking off with a buddy, I didn't expect the next thing to happen. He pulled us even closer together and put his hand around my back and held onto my ass. 

"Want me to finger-fuck your ass, Leslie? Want to know what it feels like to have something up your ass?" 

I just nodded consent and I felt his finger entering me. I spread my legs wider to give him more access. 

"Like it, don't you, Les? Your cock is growing harder, and so is mine. Want to suck me off? It's just the two of who will ever know about this" 

I was beyond the point of no return and I just dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand and steered it toward my face. I licked the tip of it, then ran it all over my face. 

"Open your mouth and take my cock, Les. Suck my cock gently and finger-fuck my ass."

I did as I was told and buried my face into his cock until his pubic hair was teasing my face. I took his hands and brought them to my head so he would have better control. 

"That's great cock-sucking, Les. You haven't lost your touch. Suck my cock you fucking fag. Suck it until it hits your throat. Oh fuck, you sure know how to suck. Let me fuck your mouth." 

and he started a fucking motion by rhythmically shoving his cock in my mouth, pulling my head back, then driving his cock in again. His trash talk was making me even hornier and I wanted his cock more that I could ever imagine.

"I'm going to cum, Leslie. Here it is." 

Then he pulled back and let his cum fly into my face and mouth. 

"Lick my cock clean, you little cocksucker. Take all of my cum. Clean my cock, suck me dry. Lick all my cum off my dick."

I really didn't lick him clean because I was in a hurry for him to reciprocate.

"It's your turn, El. Suck me off. Suck my balls, my cock and my ass. It's your turn to be a cocksucking fag. Get down on your knees and blow me. Be my cocksucking whore. Let me fuck your face."

Eldridge blew me and played with me just I did with him, only he sucked my cum clean out of my cock and swallowed it. That night, we used only one sleeping bag and ended up with some mutual sucking.

On the bus, Roger's conversation was making me hard; and without thinking a thing about it, I let my hand drop to my cock and I squeezed it.

"Ooooh, you liked that, huh?" he asked. "Let me stroke you. Cover up with the magazine from the pocked it front of you and I'll jerk you off."

I did as he suggested then said, 

"Talk to me more about your cock-sucking experiences. Tell me how you like it."

He stroked my cock through my pants, then slipped the zipper down and reached in for my cock as he told me about how he likes to have the end of his cock licked, how he likes his balls sucked, and how he likes to have a finger up his ass as he's being sucked just like I did with Eldridge.

"Who are you rooming with tonight, Leslie?" he asked.

"No one. I like to stay alone--until now, that is. Why? What do you have in mind?" I asked him.

"Well, it's obvious that we have something in common. I love cock-sucking and you want to get back into the business. What do you think about me cancelling my room and we can stay together in yours, or vice versa." Roger suggested.

"That's fine with me, Roger," I said just as long as this is only between the two of us. Maybe you could teach me a few things so I can update my skills" I said laughing.

"No problem because we don't know each other or each other's friends. Besides, I can't wait to 69 with you and enjoy the dual cock-sucking experiences. Want me to keep stroking you?"

"No, because I'm going to cum, and it will leave a mess in the front of my pants. Here, take the magazine and put it in your lap. I want to feel your cock."

As he did as I suggested, I nonchalantly zipped myself back together again. Although awkward for me, I reached my left hand across to his crotch and grasped his cock. Whoa! It was pretty big. 

"I think I'm going to like this, Roger. Take your cock out for me." 

He moved my hand away and took his cock out and placed my hand back on it. He leaned his head back to enjoy the moment.

"Like my dick, Leslie?" he asked in a whisper. 

"Want to stroke it off for me? Do you think you'd like to suck me, or would you rather have me fuck you? I wish you could put your head down now and suck me off. I'm getting really horny and want to cum. Make me cum, Leslie. Stroke me until I tell you I'm about to let it burst out, then I'll stop and capture it in my handerchief. Close your eyes and pretend you have my cock in your mouth instead of your hand. Fuck, I want you so bad!"

I jerked him off, and he came in my hand only because I wouldn't let go of his cock. My hand was filled with cum that I probably would have rubbed all over my body had we been in a room somewhere. He took out his hankie and cleaned the cum off his cock and I cleaned it off my hand.

"I think we're going to have a good night." I said to him.

"A fucking good night—maybe even a fucking and sucking good night." He replied.

We got to the hotel and he registered the two of us in his room and I cancelled mine. We got to our room and immediately hugged each other and groped each other's ass as soon as we got in our room. I reached down and held his cock and ground my body into his. 

"Roger, I want to suck you off so bad that I can't wait, but let's shower before we hit the bed."

"Yeah, I hope you'd suggest that. I feel like I have been jerked on by five guys."

We got undressed and hit the shower. He stood under the water and I stood facing him. We lathered up and watched each other getting hard and cleaning every inch of our bodies. Then, he dropped to his knees and continued lathering me as the water poured over both of us. He got my cock so hard by lathering it, then moved aside to let the water rinse me off before taking my cock in his mouth. I fucked his mouth back and forth, but it wasn't a problem taking all of my cock in. After all, I wasn't that big.

"That's it, Roger. Suck me. Oooh, you're such a terrific cocksucker." I encouraged him.

"Turn around, Leslie." he said and I did. 

I felt his hand go between my legs to grasp my cock, so I spread my legs to give him better access. With one hand, he stroked my cock, and with the other he played with my ass. Then, all of a sudden, I felt his mouth on my ass. Not on the ass-cheeks, but right on my anus button. I didn't know what to think of this because I always thought it was repulsive. But, with Roger, it felt good. He alternated between a finger and his mouth and it was enough to make me want to cum right away, but I just wasn't ready to release this feeling. After four or five minutes of this, he stopped sucking my ass, but kept on fingering it.

"Want me to fuck your ass, Leslie?" he asked.

"I don't know, Roger. I've never had anyone fuck me before. It's not even something I've thought of. I think with a cock of your size, it will hurt. Let me suck you off first, then we'll see what happens later tonight. Turn around."

Roger turned to face me, and I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. I put my hand around it and still had quite a bit to put in my mouth. I took as much as I could without gagging, then put a bit more in little by little. I was moaning with delight when he asked me, 

"Like sucking a big cock, Leslie? Doesn't it feel good to have your mouth full? Let me fuck your mouth to see if you can take it all. You're a good cocksucker, Les."

I sucked him with a great deal of fervor, and I know I was taking in more than I ever expected to be able to do. He rocked my head back and forth, and at one point forced my face deep into his crotch and I had to push him off because I thought I was going to puke. He was wiping my face with his cock and telling me he was going to cock-tease me until I begged for more—which I did. Finally, without warning, he turned his back to me and spread his legs.

"Finger-fuck my ass, Leslie. Give me what I gave you."

I lathered my fingers with more soap, then went directly for his ass-hole and put in finger in and fucked him back and forth. I reached under him and held onto his cock as we rocked in a fucking motion. 

"That feels so fucking good, Leslie. Put another finger in my ass. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me." 

He pushed his hips back toward me so that it was right in my face and I couldn't help getting a taste of him. I pulled my fingers out, tasted them, put them back in again and finally succumbed to the passion and drove my mouth right into his ass and licked him and tongued him with reckless abandon. I never, ever thought I would do something like this, but the lust took over and I sucked him while I jerked his cock.

"I'm going to cum, Leslie," he said. 

I spun him around so that he was facing me and stroked his cock even harder. 

"Give it to me, Roger." 

And he let go with a stream of cum that I just couldn't believe. It hit my face with a bit of force, then I aimed it right at my mouth. 

"Fill my mouth with your cum, Roger. Give it to me." 

He let his load go in my mouth; and for the first time in my life, I swallowed a guy's cum and wanted more.

"Leslie, for a man your age, you have given the best blowjob I've ever experienced. I can't believe you haven't done this lately. You're a master at this."

I accepted his compliment and suggested we dry off and go to the bed. We just laid on our backs to regain some energy and strength, but we held onto each other's cocks as we did.

"Les, do you want to fuck me?" he asked. "Or do you want me to fuck you right now?"

"I told you I had never done this before, so I think I'd rather just rest for a while because it may take a bit for me to get it up again. Maybe when the time comes, you can teach me how to fuck your ass. In the meantime, let's just lie here for a while. Can I stroke your cock while we do?"

"Sure you can. I'll see if I can jerk you up again, then you can fuck my ass." He said.

"No, I don't want you to masturbate me. Just lie back and let me do whatever I want."

He laid back with his hands behind his head while I moved down a bit and rested my head on his stomach while I stroked him. I could see the precum coming from his cock, so I took my index fingers and squeezed it out and tasted it. I loved it. I stroked him more and more and he grew harder and harder. The picture of his cock growing so hard was absolutely fantastic, and I couldn't help moving my face closer and closer to it until I couldn't resist it any more and I took it in my mouth. This time I was able to take about three-quarters of it before I gagged. As my head bobbed up and down on his cock, I held his balls and played with the space between then and his ass. Occasionally, I moved my hand sideways so that I could slide it up and down has ass-crack.

With one finger in his ass, I pushed my face deep into his crotch until my nose was touching his hairs, and I knew right then that I had done my first deep-throat blowjob. I kept fucking his ass with my finger and sucking with a great deal of vigor until he said, 

"I'm going to cum again, Les. Are your ready?"

I just mumbled uh-huh and I felt his cum filling my throat. 

"Fuck, that was fantastic, Roger. Thanks for letting me do it. Maybe I do want to fuck with you, but not tonight. Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Sure. We still have tomorrow night if you're interested." he said.

"Interested? Who wouldn't be interested in your beautiful cock and ass."

Well, readers, I've kept you going long enough. Well, let me tell you that I learned more about sucking and rimming in just one night than I did in my whole life. I learned how to fuck a guy's ass, but the size of his cock scared me and I wouldn't let him fuck me, although I did give in to some pretty perverted stuff with him. We exchanged private e-mail addresses so we could entertain each other whenever we felt like it. As a matter of fact, we are getting together for "a meeting" in the middle of July. Can't wait.



Stroking Science



"It's all 'Her pussy dripped from her desire' and 'His cum exploded from his pistoning cock.' I'll try and find something worthy of reading." He looked over at her to see if he had embarrassed her, and then worse, himself.

She had pulled the rolling chair next to his, her expression engaged but otherwise unreadable.

It was a Friday night. Their 4th date. They had planned it earlier in the week. They would have sex later, she'd pretty much guaranteed it. But even up to dessert he wasn't certain.

It would be the 1st time they'd go the whole way. He was happy as hell. She was beautiful and she'd enjoyed whatever they had done so far; as far as he could tell. It was still early in the relationship - she could be a good faker, but he didn't dwell on that shit. She smelled good sitting next to him. That was enough for now.

"Are some sites better than others?" She leaned forward a little to watch the screen.

"Yeah. Some are a smoke screen claiming to have a 'literary' approach to 'erotica.' Bullshit in a lot of cases. Either they are so tame that they don't do anything for me, or they're just plain old porn. But in a couple of cases I've found some consistent quality worth reading."

It was a strange conversation for him. He would never have predicted this was what they'd be doing after dinner when he met her at the restaurant. It was one of those neighborhood places - chef-owner, locally grown, high end drinks, but the atmosphere was low light, the food was fantastic and the prices were within his budget. She loved it and that always helped.

"So, before you met me, were you dating a lot?" She had opened a conversation over the baby greens and oysters.

"Umm, off and on. Mostly not." He wasn't sure how to answer questions like that - if he said he'd been dating a lot, what message did that send? And if he said no, not at all, he'd be signaling he was a loser.

"The reason I ask," she continued after a moment to reflect on her last bite, "is you seem to really enjoy sex, and I was wondering if it had been an awfully long time since you'd had any." She looked up with a mischievous glint and continued: "Or were you happy to just masturbate a lot?"

He smiled to cover his nervousness and buy some time. She was bold, and he liked that, but it made him very nervous when a new girlfriend asked him such personal questions. Not that there was any time he could think of when answering that question would make him completely comfortable.

"Weelll...how do I answer that? First, thanks, I mean, yes I really do enjoy sex a lot. Is it contagious?" He hoped the implied meaning was clear while he decided whether to address the second part. He took a forkful of salad and waited.

"I'm just curious," she said softly, her eyes looking up at him and back to the candles. "Yes, I have enjoyed being with you. I'm hoping we'll fuck like bunnies tonight, actually. But I was wondering: a) if you did masturbate then b) do you like to masturbate when you read porn or watch movies or do you just have fantasies?"

He almost choked but managed to maintain an outward appearance of calm, slowly swallowing the remaining bites he had chewed, practically into liquid. Okay, if she was going to fuck him anyway then there was little to lose.

"Yeah, well, mostly I just make stuff up in my head, but it depends. Sometimes I don't have much to think about and need fresh material...so I'll read a little or look at porn. Pictures mostly, I guess.." He stopped, realizing he was basically telling her what a loser he was. He looked up in alarm, and when he saw her face, he relaxed . She looked fascinated, like he was telling her the secret of making a million dollars or the recipe for the best perfume in the world.

"I want to see what you like to read when we go back to your place. But not before I try one of the desserts."

And that was that and here they were.

"Oh, this guy, if it is a guy--you never know--he writes pretty well...".

He didn't know a lot about her, after three dates. He knew she was about 26, that her birthday was in October and that she had three older brothers. He knew she had a degree in Anthropology and worked at a "creative agency." He had smirked when she had said it the first time, imagining some kind of call-girl setup, but after he picked her up there for one of their dates he was impressed.

It was in one of the new warehouse conversions - a brick building with names of the prior companies faded but still legible. When he walked into their suite, though, he was hit by the contemporary design - all metal and wood, spot-lit with art on the wall. She was just one of several beautiful women he saw walking around.

She explained what she did there, when he asked at dinner, but he wasn't sure he understood it. Something about customer ethnography and new product design. It didn't matter if he got it, she was smart; that much he understood.

She looked at the screen and let her thoughts drift while he found a suitable subject. She knew a lot about him, and she knew most of it before their first official date. She gleaned it the night they met at the Halloween party. A group of them had coalesced when each had realized they weren't alone in arriving without a costume. He cracked a joke, she laughed (it was funny), he asked her to dance and they agreed to see each other.

She had made a study of males starting around 8 years old. Her older brothers were fascinating to her: charming, heroic, amazingly stupid around women and constantly focused on sex. She didn't catch the last part until she was around 12, and by then her oldest brother, Frank, had left for college, but the other two, Jimmy and Chuck were non-stop.

When she learned about masturbation, first in sex ed class, and realized that boys were probably masturbating already, she was hell bent to satisfy her curiosity about her brothers. In spite of her best efforts, though, she only caught Jimmy once, and even then she wasn't certain--he yelled at her from under his covers and she couldn't see anything.

By the time she had turned 18, long after she had started dating boys from her school, her need to understand the masturbatory behaviors of the adolescent male eclipsed any good sense her girl-friends tried to impart to her. She got a reputation around school as "the girl who'd give a hand job" and that was just fine with her. She had taken an experimental interest in the subject and had more willing lab partners than she needed.

She was amazed at first at how easy the boys were. They would practically drop their pants before the drive-in movie began, knowing she was there to jack them off. In actuality, it wasn't quite that easy and neither was she. To avoid getting labeled a complete Ho, she made them demonstrate how they did it, watching in fascination as they made themselves cum. For any new boy, she used this bit of self-revelation as an insurance policy: if they even breathed a word of her interest in stroking them, a) she wouldn't do it later that evening (after they recovered), and b) she'd happily explain their technique exactly.

By the time she'd graduated, she had mastered a wide repertoire of rubbing cocks until they came. Some guys liked their balls stroked along with the shaft; some just the underside of the shaft, others with her hand wrapped completely around. Still others used the ball of their thumb to stroke the head of their penis, while others practically yelped in pain if she even lightly stroked them there.

Her interest in Anthropology, and ultimately a special interest in ethnography, was set long before she started college, but once she arrived she soaked up the techniques and theories of studying other cultures. She had finally discovered the academics to feed her self-discovered science. The experimental subjects in college continued to flow, so to speak, now under a more disciplined microscope.

By the time she was a sophomore, the guys began to expect more of her. They were more than willing to demonstrate their technique and to enjoy her ministrations, but for some it wasn't enough. Although she never found it all that satisfying personally, her dates seemed to enjoy using her mouth as much as her hand, so in the interests of research she explored this new means of imparting pleasure. Finally, by the summer of her sophomore year she had given up her virginity and truly understood why people ended up having babies.

Still, she knew the entry into a guy's heart was through their hand, and the lessons she had learned by the time she graduated stuck with her. She was continually fascinated by male masturbation and found it the easiest way to get her dates to let down their guard.

Darryn was just another lab rat in so many ways, although she liked him a lot and didn't really think of him as just another entry in her research notebook. He had a great sense of humor, was pretty sharp and a set of pecs she really enjoyed rubbing her cheeks against.

She pulled closer to him, looking at the website and following the story he had opened. His "computer room" as he called it was outfitted with high-tech office chairs -- the kind with all sorts of adjustments and levers. The upholstered backs were held away from the seats by a flat metal plate. As she joined him at the screen, an image of how to take advantage of the furniture popped into her head.

"Why don't you read it to me? I'd be a lot more comfortable."

He looked up at her to see if there was any trace of judgment. Finding none, he smiled and began from the start.

As he read, she closed her eyes, imagining the characters in the story: the first date, a nice restaurant, the guy a little older, the woman a little gullible. She smiled at the image of being asked to remove her underwear and spread her legs for him.

As Darryn read further, he began to lose focus of the room, diving into the scene the words painted. She backed up a little, letting him face the screen more comfortably and casually stole a glance to his crotch. As expected, his little man was raising a fuss...and some discomfort. He stopped and looked up at her at the sound of her chair rolling back.

"Keep going. I'm loving it. It's a great story. The serving spoons are a nice touch. I'm going to let you get a little more comfortable while I do the same."

He leaned over and they kissed, their tongues twisting together, the earlier meal's seasonings recombining. From the way he shifted after they broke the kiss, she knew his cock was causing some pain. He continued to read, even as he thought back to their first date.

She was beautiful. He couldn't believe she said yes to his suggestion for dinner. They met at the restaurant and he almost fell over: she was dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, but the outfit showed off her body in a way he hadn't noticed at the party. The cut of the blouse, off-shoulder, straight across her chest, following her clavicle, along with the jewelry - a simple pendant that drew his eye between her breasts melted him. He wished they could skip dinner and that she'd just let him kiss her all night.

In spite of the reminiscing, he continued reading, even if it distracted him from paying attention to her. She had backed up and quietly removed her top, unsnapping her bra. Rolling her chair directly behind him, she ran her fingers down his arms, lightly gripping his hands and pulled them back gently. Because of her position, he couldn't know for sure if she was half naked, but the likelihood made him stop and turn around. She didn't let him turn completely, urging him silently with her eyes to keep reading as he started to look over his shoulder.

She took her blouse and tied his hands lightly behind the upright of the chair back, wrists together. He had to lean a little forward to avoid cramping his shoulders, and he had to push the chair back slightly to give him enough clearance to read the screen. He was a little surprised, but he knew she was going to have sex with him tonight, so as out-of-the-ordinary as this seemed, he was open to the possibilities.

She rolled around to his side, her naked breasts now obvious to him and his arousal evident not only in the lump at his crotch but the dilation of his eyes. He leaned over to kiss her again, but she directed him to keep reading and turned her attention to his belt. Undoing his buckle, unsnapping his jeans and unzipping him proved to be a little awkward, her breasts jiggling next to him all the while, but she urged him to keep reading. She was getting interested in knowing how the spoons were going to play out as the young woman gives into the man's fantasies on his dining room table.

His cock was now out, waving at her and stiffening pleasantly. She pulled at his pants, letting him help her by lifting his butt momentarily, and she stripped him to his ankles. She stood up and peeled her own jeans down, teasing him with her neat auburn curls next to his face, backing away when he turned to kiss her.

Buck naked in the chair next to him, she watched his erection in fascination. It bobbed as he read, periodically jerking from his near-autonomic response to his own arousal. She unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it down off his shoulders as far as she could without straining his wrists. She saw a tiny bead of pre-come begin to glisten at his hole and she wiped it ever-so-lightly with her pinky, smearing it into his head, forcing a moan from him.

She knew what he needed. He had shown her their first date after he had kissed her in the car before she opened the door. She had slipped her hand into his shirt, rubbing his nipple and stroking the fine hairs on his chest. She suspected it would arouse him.

"I don't like to have sex on the first date," she said, stopping, knowing he was facing the prospect of blue balls or jacking off somewhere between here and his own place. "But I really like you." She kissed him again, moving both hands against his chest.

"Well," he said after catching his breath and turning towards her revealing his growing erection, "we could go in for a little bit We don't have to have sex, but maybe it would be more comfortable to make out inside?"

She smiled. "Yeah. No. I mean, I know we would start out that way, but then we'd both go too far and I just don't like to go too fast too soon. Yeah?" She looked him straight in the face, but made no motion to leave. It always confused them. She offered her mouth and they kissed again. She could practically feel his cock jump.

"I can tell you're getting hard," she said backing up a little and motioning to his crotch. "I know it's pretty uncomfortable for guys. I mean, for me it's just a little stain on my underwear, but I feel bad that you might get a case of the blue balls." She continued to look between his crotch and his eyes. "If you wanted," she said very quietly, "I would be okay helping you get a little relief."

He wasn't sure what that meant if she wasn't going to have sex with him, but the thought of not having to drive around with a woody was sounding pretty good. Maybe she thought sex meant fucking and she would give him head. In any event, she seemed to be moving her hands to his belt and he sat back to let her undo it.

"Actually," she said in almost a whisper, "I'd really like to see you show me yourself." She had stopped just at his belt and he looked at her, trying to guess her game. Whatever it was, it didn't feel weird...it was just a little different.

He opened his belt and pants and let his peter out, a sense of relief flooding him with the cool air. He watched her watching it, watching him.

"Do you want to feel it?" He asked her quietly, not wanting to scare her off.

"I'd love to see how you stroke yourself," she responded, and that was pretty much all it took. She watched him for the next few minutes as he masturbated, eventually spraying his jism on his pubic hair and belly. She kissed him hard when he had finished and thanked him for a wonderful evening, making sure he would call her for another date.

Now she slipped her hand around his cock just as he had shown her he liked to do it himself. He was a "finger-tipper" - gripping the skin lightly between thumb, fore and middle fingers, rubbing it above the deeper flesh. This grip let her feel him stiffen and she knew he wanted to get harder. As the blood filled his shaft further, she pressed a little harder, massaging the urethra and sending waves of pleasure into his balls. He rotated his pelvis in response, losing his place in the story. She could see it was almost finished anyway, the woman was about to get fucked by the guy, the spoons long since forgotten.

She let him go for a moment, got up and sat on the edge of the table, blocking his view of the screen. She spread her legs, opening her pussy, her expectation clear. Moving her fingers behind his neck, she gently increased his angle, pushing his head into her open crotch. She knew he wanted to come as much as he wanted to give her pleasure. His tongue hit her clit like a thunderbolt, his enthusiasm overwhelming his sensitivity to her state of mind. She pushed him harder, forcing his tongue deeper into her and sighed.

They were so easy, she thought as her pleasure mounted. As long as she didn't let him come before her own orgasm was ready, everything would work out fine. She loved to hear the sounds of his tongue and lips against her own; the thought of her fluids mingling with his saliva pushing another moan from her.

The sound of her pleasure urged him on further, in spite of the fatigue in his wrists and lower back. He could rest his chin on the desktop giving a little relief while he pushed into her with his face. He loved her smell; he loved how kinky she was. He could taste the change in her, her juices starting to flow differently and knew she was nearing an orgasm.

She wanted his cock in her. She pulled his head away and pushed him up a little, giving her access to his erection. Slipping off the desk, she straddled his legs, forcing his cock up at an angle, and shimmied her wet cunt around it. Slowly, very slowly, she sat down on him, moving him into her as deeply as the odd position would allow. She reached around to untie his hands, pushing his juice covered face onto her breasts.

Now, with his hands free, he moved to her nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs the way he thought she liked. She moaned and he continued, pushing a little harder, indenting them and not rubbing so roughly across them. She pushed her chest forward and wrapped her arms around his back, pinning his hands between their two chests. He slipped his hands out to her buttocks pulling her buns apart giving him deeper access to her. She was really wet and beginning to move off of him. She lifted off completely, looking down at his cock, his head shiny with her juices. She bent over and kissed his forehead, nose and his lips when he turned to look at her.

With her tongue pushing into him, she lowered herself down. She penetrating while he penetrated. Slowly, teasing, until she bottomed out. Her lips were curling under a little and she slipped her hands down to spread them, lightly stroking the base of his cock with her thumb. She could feel every pulse from him and it started the slow building of her orgasm. It was going to be big, she could tell. The images from the story still played in her head, the smell of his neck, his hands on her cheeks. It was going to happen any moment, and she hoped he could hold out for her, but she was almost past the point of caring.

As her orgasm began to crest, she let out a little laugh, hugging him tightly. She was transported, for just a moment, into a character in a story: the image of them fucking on the chair filled her mind; the sound of her pussy, drenched from her desire filled the room.




Stroking Science



As the swirling of her orgasm overwhelmed her, he couldn't hold back: his cum exploded from his pistoning cock, erupting into her like hot lava.



Stroking The Viper



I arrived at a five-star hotel with my oils and massage table in tow, being a masseuse and all. I took the elevator to the fifth floor, which led me to room 504. I knocked on the door and said, "I'm the masseuse and I'm gonna give you a massage."

I waited a few seconds before someone opened the door, then a tall, fit, half-naked man with a white towel wrapped around his waist opened the door. It was none other than WWE superstar and my pro wrestling crush Randy Orton.

"I'm so glad you're here. Please come in." Randy said as I walked into the hotel room.

I went into the living room, put the oils on the table, and set up my massage table. Once everything was set up, I let him know that I was ready.

"So, what parts of your body are sore and aching today, Mr. Orton?" I asked as he came into the room.

"I got soreness in my arms, back, shoulders, and neck. I've been sore a lot lately, being in the profession that I'm in." He said as he laid on the massage table.

I poured some of the scented massage oil into my hand, rubbed the oil with both hands, and began massaging his neck and shoulders. As I rubbed his body, I took notice of his muscular back and the tattoo-sleeves of his arms; I even got a brief look of his thighs and feet without losing focus on his aching muscles. Then, I took the bottle of massage oil and poured a few drops on his upper and lower back. 

"How does it feel? Does it feel good?" I asked him.

Randy moaned in response to my touch, telling me nonverbally that he enjoyed my hands rubbing his body.

With a few more drops of massage oil in my hands, I rubbed the palms together and began working onto his strong, tattoo-sleeved arms. My eyes scanned all the tattoos on both arms and even the one on his upper back, I swear whoever did his tattoos must have been an artiste with the permanent ink. 

"Do you feel relaxed?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you're very good with your hands." Randy replied.

"Why thank you very much. Would you like me to massage your front?" I asked him.

"Yes, by all means, yes." Randy replied as he got up and laid on his back.

I took one look at his frontal body and I was amazed, I mean his frontal body was as fit as his back body. His chest was perfectly defined and his six-pack abs ripped in all the right places. I poured some of the oil onto his frontal body and spread it from his shoulders down to his abs, I shortly looked at his sexy face as I rubbed and massaged his upper body. I imagined how hot it would be to feel every square inch of his hot body up close and maybe even naked, to feel his smooth skin with my hands and even feel that velvet viper between his thighs. 

"Do you feel any better?" I asked Randy.

"I feel really good right now. Thanks for the massage." He said as he smiled at me.

"You're very welcome." I said to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Randy said to me.

"Sure." I replied.

"Do you always hide your body in yoga clothes?" He asked me.

"I wear my black yoga pants pretty much wherever I go, even yoga classes. Sometimes, I even sleep in them. I'm mostly at home when I'm not giving massages." I replied honestly.

"I bet you have a lovely figure underneath your clothes." Randy said as he smiled at me.

"Well, I am a curvy, full-figured girl, just not exactly Kardashian curvy." I replied as I smiled back at him while rubbing his body some more.

"Do you have any other plans for tonight?" Randy asked me.

"After your massage, I'll probably get my dinner at some fast food joint, go home, eat dinner, and stay up till fall asleep. Why do you ask?" I responded.

"I was wondering if you would like to spend the night with me. I would love to give you a massage in return and possibly feel your body against mine." Randy replied as he sat up from the massage table.

After thinking for a few seconds, I happily responded, "I look forward to spending the night with you."

Randy then got up from the massage table, slowly walked up to me, placed his hands onto my hips, and kissed my lips. As we kissed, I felt his hands silently slip into my dark green tank top. I then placed my hands on his strong, fit back of his as his lips slid down to my neck; I sighed against his ear as Randy kissed and licked me there. Next thing you know, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. 

Once we got there, we stood close to each other, body to body. We resumed our passionate kissing as Randy freed my dark hair from my ponytail and let it fall to my shoulders. He then sat on the king-sized bed and motioned me to join him. I accepted and sat next to him on the bed, I figured that something's going to happen between body-confident Randy and body-shy me. I then noticed that Randy's towel looked like it was about to slip off from his waist.

But before I mentioned anything to him, Randy sat a little closer to me and I felt his lips softly kissed my shoulder. He then took my hand, placed his hand on top of mine, and slid down from his chest all the way down to his ripped abs. In a way, I think he persuaded me to feel his body. I had thought to myself, OMG! This man was a walking, talking orgasm on two legs with sex just dripping from every pore of his body.

"Have you ever watched a man stroke himself?" Randy asked me.

"Not that I can ever recall." I replied.

With that being said, Randy slowly unwrapped the towel from his waist and revealed his semi-hard cock. I briefly watched as he stroked himself before looking away. He then seductively persuaded me to touch him by placing my hand onto his slightly awakened velvet viper with his hand on top of mine. The vision of my pro wrestling crush naked beside me had made me blush. I became aroused from both touching his cock and listening to the sounds of his moans, I blushed again as I felt his fingers lightly touched my leg and arm. I never thought I would be turned on by this man; I caressed his body with my hands, kissed his lips, and now I was stroking his cock with his hand on top of mine, all of this made my pussy wet. For a brief moment, I looked away but Randy gently turned my face to his and softly kissed my lips while feeling his cock with my fingers. I moaned as his lips moved down to one side of my neck. As I stroked him while he kissed on my neck, I felt his fingers trace the waistband of my panties under my yoga pants.

"I'm ready to make you very comfortable." Randy said to me as he got up from the bed.

He then kneeled in front of me and began taking off my Mary Jane-style sneakers. I watched as he rubbed, kissed, and licked the soles and tops of my feet, he even licked my toes. He carefully pulled off my yoga pants from my waist; I felt my body temperature rise when he started kissing my knees, legs, and thighs. My pussy was getting drenched by minute with each kiss, lick, and touch Randy delivered to my body. Things got even hotter when he smelled my emerald green satin with black lace trim panties before taking them off. I moaned loudly when he delivered the very first lick to my woman cave. I moaned, groaned, and held on to the sheets with one of my hands as he tasted my pussy; Randy even held my other hand as he orally pleasured me. 

Once he finished his oral assault on my pussy, Randy looked at me with his blue fuck-me eyes, licked my sweet wetness from his lips, and said to me, "Mmmmm, you taste so good, so sweet." 

He planted a few more kisses on my inner thighs before getting up from the bedroom floor. I stood up on the bed and deeply kissed his lips, tasting my wetness from them. I then began making a trail of kisses and licks on that strong, ripped body of his as I sat down on my knees. I planted kisses and licks from his face down to his neck and shoulders, then I moved lower kissing and licking his chest and abs; I even kissed and licked his nipples. Judging from his sighs and groans, he enjoyed it. I slid my hand down to his vanilla velvet viper and felt a few drops of precum from the tip. His hands caressed my long, silky dark hair as I stroked his cock with my hand. 

"Let's take this off; I wanna feel your body and your soft skin." Randy said as he removed my dark green yoga tank top from my upper body in one smooth swoop and joined me on the bed.

He then reached around the back and unhooked my matching emerald green satin push up bra with black lace; he smoothly lowered both straps of my bra till it was off of my body. Once my breasts were freed, I let out a sensuous moan as Randy cupped my womanly, full breasts with his large hands. I moaned some more as he pleasured them with his mouth; he even circled my nipples with his tongue. He took a pillow and placed it behind my head, making sure I was comfortable. I felt one of his fingers moving in and out of my warm, wet pussy, which made me moan real loud. 

"You feel so tight down there." Randy said to me.

"That's because I've never ever been touched there." I replied.

Randy kissed my lips and he said to me, "I think we can change that, if you don't mind me saying, I'd be honored to be your first. I would like to make this the best first time for you."

I smiled to him and replied, "I'm already looking forward to that. I've been holding on for so long." 

I watched as Randy got up from the bed to get a condom from the nightstand drawer. Not only was I turned on by the sight of his naked, frontal body, I was also turned on by his naked backside. His fit ass, toned thighs, and muscular back turned me on just like his chest, abs, arms, shoulders, and face. As soon as he found a lubricated condom, I watched in intense anticipation as he opened the wrapper and put the condom onto his still hardened cock.

Once he was properly protected, I got up on the bed and Randy wrapped his arms around my waist. We held on to each other till my back was gently pressed against the bedroom wall and he stood on top of the bed.

Randy looked at me with those lustful, fuck-me blue eyes and said, "Hold on tight, hold on to me. Just think of how good I'll sex you tonight."

I then wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. I held on to his body as he made one deep, smooth thrust into my tight pussy, I loudly gasped against his ear and my body trembled as feelings with pleasure and release. My very first orgasm was the most erotic sound I ever made and I was ready for more orgasms. I moaned and groaned some more as Randy continued with his deep, slow thrusts before speeding up. My hands ran up and down from his fit, muscular back to his fit ass while he kissed my neck, his condom-covered cock felt really so damn good inside my pussy. 

Without losing his hold on me, Randy then lowered his body down on the bed. He then said, "I want you on top of me; I want to see and feel your sexy body as you ride me."

"Okay." I replied as I kissed his lips.

"I hope you don't mind if we leave the lights on because I want to see you glow." Randy added.

Everything he said and did to me made my pussy wet all over again. I moaned once more as I slowly rode his velvet viper up and down, my sugar walls squeezed his cock tight as I moved my hips against his body. My hands gently caressed his thighs and hips while his hands explored every square inch of my curvy body. Things got more intense as I rode him a little faster and I rubbed my clit with my fingers; I was turned on by Randy's moans and his caresses on my body. I stroked his body with one hand while my other hand held on to the soft 400-thread count bed sheets.

"Do you like it when I'm on top of you, Randy?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah, you look so damn sexy in the light." Randy moaned in response.

Our moans and groans synced together in sexual ecstasy as we were near climax. Randy held on to my hips as he thrusted his cock into my pussy with hard and fast strokes. We then switched positions to where I laid on my back and both of my legs rested against his hips. Both of my hands clinged on to the sheets as Randy licked and tasted my pussy again. He then kissed my knees and legs before he thrusted his still-hard cock into my pussy with deep strokes. My thighs quivered like fluttering butterfly wings with each stroke he delivered to my woman cave. While in the throes of pleasure, I got aroused by the sight of Randy's slightly sweaty body as he sexed me. 

"Oh, Randy, you feel so good inside me right now..." I loudly moaned as Randy slightly increased his speed.

"I'm getting so close..." Randy moaned.

"I want you to come all over my breasts." I replied.

Once we had reached climax together and Randy had an orgasm, he pulled out, took off the condom, and I watched as he extracted his male love venom on my breasts. I reached out my hand and caressed his body from his chest all the way down to his cock. Randy then passionately kissed my lips. 

"I'm going to make you come again. Are you ready for another orgasm?" Randy said to me as he planted soft kisses down from my belly to my inner thighs.

"I'm so ready." I replied.

He then licked my pussy lips with his warm, wet tongue while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. My moans and groans gradually increased as he tasted my sweet wetness down there, he even held both of my hands while I was near climax. Once I had my orgasm, Randy held my lust-perspired body close to his as he kissed my lips again. Our hearts beat close to each other as the bedroom was filled with the strong scent of pheromones. 

"Why don't you take yourself a very warm shower while I get the bedroom ready for your massage? We can even go another round afterwards." Randy said as he planted soft kisses along my neck.

"Okay, good thing I got my overnight bag with me." I said as I got up from the bed and went into the living room.

As soon as I got my toiletries from my overnight bag, I went into the bathroom. I then briefly took a look in the mirror and noticed that post-orgasmic blush in my cheeks. I was indeed glowing all over. I got into the shower, turned on the warm water, and rubbed an exfoliating body wash all over my body; even a very warm shower felt orgasmic to me. I finished my shower a few minutes later and stepped out of the bathroom. Randy, who was still naked looking like walking sex, wrapped a towel around my body.

"I got the room ready for your massage." Randy said to me.

"I'm ready for it." I replied as I smiled back at him.

Randy took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where my massage table was placed by the bed. He also bought the bottles of massage oils along with the massage table.

"I hope you mind if I use your massage table for you massage." Randy said to me.

"I don't mind that at all. By the way, it was the hottest, steamiest, most orgasmic first time sex I ever had. I absolutely enjoyed it!" I happily replied as I hopped on and laid my body down on the massage table.

I really enjoyed my massage from Randy, his large hands made my body feel all relaxed. Pure bliss aside, I enjoyed my night with my pro wrestling crush. I got over my body shyness and had sex that was beyond good, all in one night. I already looked forward to massaging his body again, maybe even have it at my place.

THE END



Stroking With Jan



I have always loved to masturbate since I first found out how when I was about twelve years old. I found out how after reading an article in my Mum's copy of Cosmopolitan, and, having learnt how to do it, I became quite an avid practitioner, doing it at least once a day, normally in bed before going to sleep. Although the article had said how normal it was, I always felt naughty when I did it, knowing that it was not something I should let on to anyone else that I did. I eventually realised that this factor actually had the effect of increasing the pleasure. 

As I got older I found out about the "one-handed reading" books published by the likes of Black Lace, again through the pages of Cosmo. I used to love going in to a bookshop in the knowledge that anyone noticing what I was buying might suspect that I was going home to read it with one hand, while the other would be fiddling away in my nether regions until I gave myself one shuddering orgasm after another. I ended up with quite a library of these books, all of which would fall open at my favourite spots. As time went on my self-pleasuring didn't diminish - if anything I was doing it more, but of course (despite what might happen in some of my fantasies) always strictly in private.

It has always made me shiver when I think of someone else knowing that I masturbate, and even more at the thought of someone watching me do it, but sadly, although our sex life isn't too bad, my husband of a few years is just not interested in masturbation - either mine, or even, it appears, his. But we get on very well in all other ways so I would certainly describe us as happily married. Our sex life is fine but a bit prosaic, so since we have been married I have always taken as many opportunities as I can to get some "time off" to myself with my fingers and my books - which are now well hidden in my closet behind my clothes.

We had a lovely new baby nearly three years ago and as a result I got to know lots of new woman friends through playgroup, and now through nursery school. This has been great and has had the effect of broadening our social life a lot. As I got to know these new woman friends better we progressed from the early days of stilted conversation and started talking about life and more personal matters like relationships and so on. 

Our kids have all recently started pre-school together so we now suddenly have some free time during the day and we get together at each other's houses for the occasional coffee mornings. I've got to know one girl (Jan) better than the others - she's vivacious and attractive, about 5ft 8ins tall with shoulder-length auburn hair, a nice figure and a very likeable personality. In fact she's quite like me except that I'm about an inch shorter and have my blonde hair in a short bob. 

Now that we've started having coffee together by ourselves we have quickly became very much at ease with each other, laughing away at the smallest things, and surprisingly soon we started talking about even more personal matters(!), quickly getting onto the subject of sex. We've discovered that we're both quite keen on sex, and we both feel we aren't getting enough with our husbands.

It's no great surprise that pretty soon, for the first time in my life, I admitted to someone else that I loved masturbating, having already guessed that she might share my enthusiasm. As you can imagine, this admission gave me a real thrill, and while I was intensely turned on by the fact that she now knew my greatest secret, I was desperate to know that I hadn't made a big mistake. However my hunch was right, and Jan readily admitted that she was an enthusiastic and frequent masturbator too, and always had been! We then gabbled away, both confessing how much we had loved being able to finally admit to our naughty secret habit - and how much it was turning us on!

Well, we were definitely now onto a different level of conversation! We started talking about our solo practices and Jan soon asked me if I had ever used a vibrator. I had to admit that despite my enthusiasm for our shared practice I hadn't dared to purchase one yet (you can't get one in the average bookshop!), and so she promised to lend me one of hers. In return I went and got a few of my best books to lend her, and told her that she could guess what I had been doing when reading the pages that they fell open to. We parted with a quick peck on the cheek and an arrangement to meet up again very soon. 

As soon as she had left I had to go straight up to the bedroom and quickly strip off before giving myself a fantastic session. I had been so turned on during our chat that my pants were sopping and my fingers slipped easily up and down my clit until I erupted into one of my best ever self-induced climaxes.

Although we weren't able to get together for a proper chat for a week or so after that occasion, she did manage to pop in a couple of days later with a little package for me. She opened it up to reveal a medium sized pink coloured vibrator - quite a straightforward model, she told me, but one that had given her a good ration of orgasms in the past - so she knew it worked! She showed me how to turn it on with the knurled knob on the end but in truth I knew how they worked already. I hadn't experienced one in the flesh (so to speak) before but I pretty much knew what to expect. 

On the way out she told me with thanks that she had already devoured to great effect a couple of my books during the previous afternoon when she had managed to get some time to herself, and that they had performed the required task to perfection. She said that part of the thrill had been knowing which passages had also done the job for me, and she said she was surprised how much it had turned her on to visualise me pleasuring myself to those passages in the same books that she was now reading.

Again she gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she left, but this time she whispered "Have fun!" to me with a smile as she did. I smiled broadly in return and said "You bet - what else do you think I'll be doing for the next half hour" before she walked out to her car.

Once again, the instant she had left I dashed up the stairs to the bedroom, this time clutching her present. I stripped off my clothes as I went through the door to the room, leaving them lying on the floor as I dived onto the bed. As I reached down to my clit, my fingers quickly found their favourite spot. With the other hand I turned the vibrator on and it leapt into buzzing life. The thought that Jan had been using it previously added a spice to the thrill as it joined my rubbing fingers at their familiar task. 

The sensation it added to my own efforts was quite exquisite and I very quickly had not one, but two orgasms in rapid succession. "Wow!" I said to myself as I lay there trying to recover my breath. It had been even better than I'd been expecting, and I couldn't wait for the next chance I would have to try it out. Unfortunately I had to get up and out quickly as I was due to pick up our daughter from school in twenty minutes, something I managed only by the skin of my teeth.

I found a couple more chances to get "some time to myself" over the next few days, and eventually I discovered that my favourite method was to sit on the sofa reading a sexy story while gently "teasing" my clit with the vibrator over a period of half an hour or so. Then, when I was well and truly warmed up and hovering on the edge I would turn to one of my favourite "trigger" passages in the book, push the vibrator (on a "nice and gentle" slow setting) inside myself while I went to town on my clit with my fingers in time-honoured fashion. 

This would invariably give me a stunning climax, which would easily last for a minute or so and leave me stretched out and truly sated. The only problem with this technique was managing to keep the vibrator inside me through the orgasm with all the lubrication that was coming out of me. Good practice for the vaginal muscles, though!

About a week later we managed to find a spare morning to get together again, at her house this time. I have to admit to feeling very shivery and immensely turned on during the day before the visit at the thought that once again we would be confessing our secret habits to each other. I even had a couple of quick wanks while thinking about it and fantasising whether anything more "interesting" might happen.

On the morning I dressed in fairly loose clothing - a wraparound dress that ties at the front. I was really turned on as I walked up the drive to her front door, and I briefly thought that she might even be able to smell how turned on I was. Yet another thrill at that thought! She answered the door, dressed in a simple white blouse and a shortish blue skirt, and gave me her customary quick peck on the cheek as she welcomed me in and showed me through to her lounge.

We sat down facing each other across a low coffee table with our cups of coffee, and almost her first question was how I'd got on with her present. I then told her at great length how much pleasure I'd had from it over the past week, as she listened avidly to my confessions. I was really turned on by this stage, and I could guess from her questioning and the way that she was squirming her hips as she listened to me that she was too.

Eventually, when I had finished telling all she came right out with it - she said she was now "horny as hell", and that she needed to do something about it pretty promptly! I'd been half expecting her to say something like this, so I was ready with my response. "Me too! Do you think we should go into separate rooms to do it, or shall we both do it here...?"

"We could go into different rooms," she replied, "but if you don't mind I think I'd rather share it with you," she said. "Besides, we might be able to give each other some tips!"

She had obviously hoped that I would respond positively, and judging by the broad smile on her face as she said this she had been secretly hoping to be able to do something together as much as I had. To move within a few weeks from never having told anyone about my secret habits to the prospect of actually sharing it with someone else in the same room was beyond my wildest fantasies, but here it was, happening in reality!

We were, not surprisingly, both mildly embarrassed at first, but we readily took the first steps in this adventure. I untied and slipped open my dress, moving my hand down into my panties which already had a big damp patch at the crotch. I watched as she lifted her skirt with her left hand, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties (good anticipation on her part!), and dropping her right hand straight to her clit, she started to slowly circle it with her forefinger. She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled, and then our eyes dropped as one to where the other's fingers were already busy at their task, and we quickly started to really get into the matter at hand.

I slipped off my shoes and lifted my feet up onto the coffee table to get better access and feel more comfortable, which had the side effect of presenting my activities even more clearly to Jan. I started to feel really lewd as I realised what I was doing, lying here with my dress wide open, my legs wide apart, and my hand stroking away at my clit and pussy - while Jan was watching in rapt attention just across from me, and doing the same thing herself.

Then she suddenly got up and told me that she was going to pop upstairs to get some towels and "other useful items!", and darted off while I lay back and slowed down my activities a bit to keep myself pleasurably on the boil but no more. I stood up briefly to take off my dress, getting a further thrill as I realised I was now naked in someone else's house and that really brought it home to me what I was about to do. Then, as I lay there, gently stroking away at myself, I took in my surroundings and luxuriated in the situation. Her lounge was very tastefully decorated, and I reassured myself that the net curtains at the front window meant that no-one else would be able to view our shared activities.

Pretty soon she was back down, having taken her clothes off while upstairs, with two towels, one of which she gave to me, and a small and interesting looking bag. She proceeded to empty the bag onto the table and this revealed that the contents were three vibrators. "I thought you might want to add to the pleasure with one of these - and I must admit that I can't wait to see you using it in front of me," she said, as she passed me one that was very similar to the one that she had lent to me. 

I started rubbing it gently backwards and forwards alongside my clit, which was extremely sensitive by this stage. She picked the other two up for herself, and, after spreading her towel out and lying back on her seat, she proceeded to turn them on to a slow speed before easing one of them into her pussy while she slowly introduced the other one to her clit.

So now we were both lying nakedly in front of each other with our legs spread wide, resting on the low coffee table which was sitting between us, pussies totally exposed to the other's view, and watching each other masturbating away. We were both concentrating on our sensations and watching the other at work, so we didn't say anything for a short while apart from the odd intake of breath or groan as one or other of us hit a particularly sensitive spot. 

Then, after a few minutes of this mutual self-pleasuring, Jan said, between gasps, "I'm so turned on now - I'm going to come soon - how about you?" This wasn't a question that really needed answering, as my movements and the noises coming from my pussy told their own story. "Me too, I can't hold on much longer" I blurted out, and at that we both exploded into our first mutual solo orgasm.

When we had both recovered we looked at each other, lying with our legs spread, juices dripping from our pussies, and, in Jan's case, the vibrator that had been in her pussy lying on the towel where it had been expelled during her orgasm. "Wow!" we said at the same time. "That was stunning!" I added "I've never come so strongly before." The smell of sex in the room was almost overpowering by now. 

Almost as one we both moved a hand straight back to our clits as we lay there, and slowly and delicately started stroking away again in front of each other. It didn't take long before we both exploded into another self-induced orgasm - I thrust the vibrator into my pussy as I came this time and the feeling of fullness as I jerked away in the throes of my orgasm was exactly what I wanted.

We managed to each give ourselves another couple of orgasms over the course of the next twenty minutes, but by that stage we were pretty much finished for that session - any more and I wouldn't have been able to walk! When we had finished we both got up and Jan then came round the coffee table and gave me a quick hug. The feel of her bare breasts against mine, and the brief contact between our wet pussies, was a surprising turn-on, and I quickly filed the sensation away for future use when I was next by myself.

As we got dressed we agreed that it had been an altogether brilliant experience, and was definitely to be repeated. Jan told me that she and her husband had some videos that I might like to see next time, and I told her that I was "in her hands". She then said "Steady, Tiger - I'm not sure I'm up for that yet!" at which we both laughed - but I felt that behind the laughter a thought had been triggered for both of us which might in time lead to something even more interesting...



Stroking With My Friend



We were talking online and I was becoming aroused by the direction of our conversation. I told my friend that I needed to take a shower. Yes, that was true I needed to cool my aching pussy all right. My lover wasn't here and I needed the tension release.

The conversation had begun with an interesting story, erotic of course, I read that we discussed. He and I talked about the content of the story which was two men getting together for some good stroking and oral satisfaction The image of two men stroking each other made me long to watch something I enjoy immensely. Yeah, I have a voyeuristic streak in me. Then the thought of those boys covering my body with all that cum got the better of me. Picturing my self-laying on the floor while they stood over me shooting all their hot jism on me. Yes, I was horny.

We talked about my experience with a woman. I had gone to a dungeon to submit to a woman in bdsm scenario. She stroked me while I was bound tight in rope and then tortured me with a violet wand for getting wet. My breasts were swollen and red from the tightness of the rope and she started sucking on them and I came right then. I was so aroused that the mere touch of her mouth was all I needed to go over the edge. I want to go again and take the scene further indeed. I want my face buried in her pussy covered with her cum servicing my mistress. Who knows maybe she was thinking the same thing when we talked about doing it again.

Our conversation continued and he told me how he would lick my pussy and make me cum for him. He was very confident that he would have me begging for release. He was right I couldn't stop fidgeting in my chair and my spouse was across the room watching me. I didn't want him at me again for playing online so I excused myself and went to the shower. The things I am learning, my spouse has no idea of what my interests really are. I am very lucky to have found a lover who shares a mutual interest in bondage and creative sex play. Sigh, life is so damn complicated!

I took my purple jelly dildo from the freezer and grabbed a couple of large tie wraps from the drawer I have stashed in the back of. You would amaze at the places I stash toys for extra curricular play. I enjoy playing what can I say. Smiling, I undressed quickly, binding my breasts very tight; I rubbed my nipples till they were so hard and aching then I hopped in the shower drawing very hot water. I reached out and grabbed my frozen jelly and began pumping that cold dildo in to my hot pussy hard and furious as I relived the words between my friend and myself. The water hitting my aching tits and the hard pumping of my dildo I climaxed very quickly. I felt so weak from the orgasm I had to lean against the shower wall briefly to recover. I rubbed my tits for several minutes and then stroked my clit as I thought of the two men story once again. The thought of cocks pumping as I am bound on the floor works for me. Guess I am a cumslut at heart as well then my vivid mind thought of her face as she stroked my pussy I know she was enjoying the power of the situation. I am curious as to how far she will take the scene. I stroked my clit till I was quivering and aching for a good fuck then I inserted my jelly dildo one more time bringing myself to another orgasm. . Hmmm, I felt so much better. I undid my breasts and finished my shower singing to myself. 

The next morning I arose feeling quite refreshed. I went to read my messages and the one from my friend was one that made me smile. Fuck you hard for me baby! Yeah baby, I did. I shared the details with him in my response. He enjoyed knowing every detail of me masturbating in the shower. 

That's the best part of online relationships whether they be just friends or strangers you can let yourself go and its safe sex. That's how I got involved in the extra curricular things that amuse me. I read and sought information before I explored the different groups then I took the next step and entered a bdsm scene.



Stroking Your Hair



Cum for me while I play with your hair.

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