0 comments/ 13984 views/ 0 favorites Ask By: LadyPyra Their meeting was warm, the day freezing. She was a polytheist; he, an antichrist. And when he passed the collection plate, she put in her last schilling. There was no mediator. No arbitrator. She empowered him, allowed him to take her breath away until there was no longer breath to take. She was not even aware of the struggle, just the stimulation. The first encounter differed little from the last. It took place in her home, in her room. Neither of them had touched a lamp, but walked through the darkened house without speaking a word. Slowly. Purposefully. He had walked to the window and stared out at the shadowy park. She sat on the bed and stared at him. When he would occasionally, but not often, turn to momentarily look directly at her, he did not smile. Then he would turn and look at the park again. She turned on the radio: jazz, barely audible. He noticed for the first time the photos all over the room, mostly portraits, barely visible by the dim light of the stereo. He walked slowly around the room, sizing her up. He sat on the bed next to her, his head in his hands. Still, he did not speak to her. He stared at nothing, she at him. Then, finally he turned his head and smiled at her, a gentle vulnerable smile, took her head in his hands and kissed her softly on the mouth, tentatively at first, then with desire. He did not take his eyes off of her eyes. She looked away, at the wall, at any other part of his face but his eyes. He made no move to undress her. He just continued to kiss her. He touched her hair, her skin, her blouse. He stared into her eyes. When he kissed her, she closed hers. As suddenly as he gave her his attention, he withdrew it. He looked around the room for a moment as if trying to remember where he was. He ran his hands through his unkempt hair, eye glazed, for moment again deep in thought. He removed his jacket, dropped it on the floor. He returned his attention to her. She was looking back this time. She was waiting for him to tell her what to do and he knew it. It was the "tell". Everything that they were about was what that moment was about. But he didn't tell her what to do. Not yet. He undressed her as any lover would, intermingled in kisses. He was gentle with her. It was almost normal. Then he would suddenly stop and stare at her again for endless moments. And the anxiousness would rise in her afresh. When they were naked he gazed at her slowly, touched her breast as if she might be a phantom. She felt exquisite-- a work of art that he praised with his eyes, that he was seeing for the first time, touching for the first time; consuming it slowly with his eyes as if it was his first. There had been one man before him in her life that she had considered a lover. After a year and a half, each kiss was like the first. When they were together (they had lived apart), usually on the weekends, he made love to her all night. It was not a matter of stamina. It was a matter of romance. He kissed her for an hour. Then they drank Chevis and listened to an album. Then they kissed for another hour. More Chevis, more music. He kissed her back and shoulders for an hour. He told her jokes. They talked. More Chevis. He kissed her whole body and touched her intimately for an hour. More Chevis. More music. And in the early hours of the morning he would take her in a frenzy and they would sleep. Never had she loved a man so. A political revolutionary from another country, he left for a cause and he never once looked back. She settled for less. After all, how many men were there who could fascinate her? Most men were really more or less alike as lovers, like they learned out of the same book, had the same older brother, or the same first lover. So she let this stranger stare at her room, and stare at her body, and stare at her soul because he was taking his time. He was making her special. She was hoping he might be what the other had been in her life. And he was terribly close to meeting her expectations. But no two men are alike, really alike. They only resemble each other. He did it all the way she wanted without asking. Like staring at her long enough seemed to make it clear. He painfully took his time, devouring one part of her and then another, his aggressiveness allowing her passivity. Until . . . Until he spread her legs with his knees and stopped. "What do you want?" She opened her eyes. Dizzy. The room was spinning. No smile, just those steel-grey eyes. "Tell me what you want." She smiled and was coy. She met his gaze. She wiggled her hips up in an effort to trap the hard cock she was waiting for. His legs pinned her down. "Tell me what you want." She reached up and touched his face with her hands. "I want you." He fiercely grabbed her hands and secured them over her head, "Tell me what you want." "I want you to make love to me." He didn't move. He didn't blink. He tightened his grip. "I want you to fuck me." And he did. For awhile. Then he made her ask. He made her beg. He made her describe. And when she told him she was not very good at this, he smiled softly and said that she was doing fine. He held down her hands. He made her cry out. He bit her gently at first, then fiercely when he knew he could. He pushed her to her limits, but not over the edge. He asked nothing from her but to tell him what she wanted. Graphically. And it was not a matter of stamina this time either. But of timing; of art; of pausing and waiting; of continuing; until sleep came and neither were totally satisfied, just unable to bear the intensity any longer. In the morning, before he left, he made love to her in a conventional manner. He dressed without speaking. He looked out at the park and looked at her photography as if memorizing each one. Then he simply said, "Thank you." She told her roommate about him, what she could, but not everything. She slept at night with dreams of him. She smelled the pillow that carried his scent. She fought to stay away from the bar where they had met, where they had accidentally sat next to one another and he occasionally had looked at her and sometimes smiled, where she had tried to make conversation because she thought that it was necessary. She did not want to become a bar fixture. She wanted him to have to wait for her. She waited three weeks. He wasn't there at first. But he had mentioned that he went there every day after work, spent more time there on Friday night. It was Friday. She waited. The band was good. The tourists this time of year were skiers. They tended to have a good time when they were not asleep at the tables. She sat at the bar. She drank Schnapps, his drink. It was almost midnight when he came in. He did not see her. He sat on the other side of the bar. If he stopped watching the band and only looked up, he would see her. When he did, he merely stared. He didn't smile at her. He looked at her eyes. She looked back at his. For what seemed like hours. He sat there looking at her. And when it was late and she was ready she walked over to him and looked into his eyes. He quietly followed her home. He mentioned that he lived across the park. He memorized her living room this time. He took her, consumed her; possessed her. She knew some things instinctively. She knew he was married although he had no ring. She knew conversation would take away the magic. She knew that he knew she was out of control. And she knew that once a month was enough for that kind of passion and that even then it would burn out relatively soon. And she became like him. She drank from his cup. She gave it all and took it all and savored each morsel of him. She recuperated for four weeks. Once, she went to the bar for happy hour. She needed some conversation. It was the afternoon and she felt light and free. She did not expect him to be there and when he sat next to her she was surprised. He stared at her for a moment and she surprised him by saying hello. They had their first conversation. They did not discuss work, or hobbies, or the weather. He told her all about this family. Not his wife, but his ancestors. What he was proud of in his life. He was unexpectedly vulnerable, she decided. He talked of his dreams for his son. He did not look like what he was. But she was not sure what she thought he should be. Once, she went with friends to the bar in a birthday celebration. Her roommate had never seen this mystery lover and was hoping to catch a glimpse of him. They were both surprised to see him playing guitar with the band. So that's what it was. That missing piece she had seen in his eyes. Not just a construction worker after all, but an artist like herself. Only an artist could create a work of art in bed. It suited him. She went back once after she had moved. He followed her home even though she was now almost sixty miles away. His headlights behind her car through the dessert, the stars above close, the mountains on the vista spying on them. He had a new house to memorize, new windows to look out of, and she knew that it would be their last time together. She didn't know how she would be able to not have him in her life. But she didn't know how to say "Love me" when he whispered in her ear, "what do you want?" And if she had, it would not have been a possibility. She had chosen to leave, to start a new life in a new place. She would have to learn how to find a new lover. so she stared long and hard at him because she knew she only had this time to remember every detail of his being. She kissed and received kisses intent on remembering the taste forever. And she realized that this was what he had done all along. It was the only thing that he could do, being unwilling to move away to a new life. And she held his hands over his head and ask him what he wanted. And he told her. Because it is not often that you get what you want. Ask Abbie... Ask Abbie Our resident expert on modern life is here to answer your questions. This week: roast potatoes, body odour, and blow jobs. - - - - - - - - Dear Abbie, How do you cook the perfect roast potato? Suzy, Yorkshire Dear Suzy, There are so many ways to deliciously roast potatoes although everyone seems to do it the way their mothers used to! (For the record, mine par-boiled, coated with flour, then roasted them in goose fat!) Don't tell my mum, but I tend to follow one of two other methods depending on the type of potato I'm using. Small, salad or new potatoes are delicious with the skin on and don't need par-boiling. Once rinsed and dried, pop them in a pre-headed roasting tin with a generous amount of vegetable or sunflower oil. Make sure they're all coated, pop some sprigs of Rosemary in the tin, and roast them on a high heat (220 degrees) for 30-40 minutes. Drain and season with salt and pepper or even a little paprika. Delicious! For bigger tatties (Maris Piper are the best) peel and cut into big chunks. Par-boil but not for too long (5-10 mins max) and after draining, shake them around in the pan to rough them up a bit. They should still be firm enough to stay intact, but you want the outside of each spud to start to break up so they have a rough texture. Pop them in a hot roasting tin with plenty of butter and roast for 30-40 minutes at 210 degrees. The fluffy, bashed-up outer layers will absorb the butter and give them a really crisp coating. Season, serve and enjoy! - - - - - - - - Dear Abbie, A co-worker has very strong body odour, which is becoming increasingly intolerable as the weather warms. I have to work in close proximity with him, but don't know him well enough to broach the subject. What should I do? Lisa, Bournemouth Dear Lisa, This is the kind of subject that would be difficult to broach with a friend, let alone someone you aren't close with. While it pains me to suggest passing the buck, referring this problem to your or your co-worker's manager is the most appropriate course of action. While they won't thank you for it, such a discussion will at least be within their remit with regard to maintaining a pleasant working atmosphere for their staff. And in a more formal - and discreet - setting, our poor friend may feel less offended or embarrassed. - - - - - - - - Dear Abbie, I doubt this letter will ever be published, but here goes... I'm in my first serious relationship with a really sweet guy. He's asked me if I'd mind doing something that I really want to do for him, but am terrified of doing wrong! I'm hopelessly inexperienced in such matters and wouldn't have a clue where to start. So Abbie, my question is... How do I give a blowjob? And how do I make sure it's perfect?? Alison, Bristol Dear Alison, The first thing to say is that young love is all about discovering things together. You shouldn't be "terrified" about something you both want to do. A clumsy, fumbling, exploratory sexual encounter can often be as special and ultimately satisfying as an expertly performed sex act. The important thing is that you're enjoying it together, guiding each other, and learning about each other. Having said that, I can certainly offer some tips... Let's assume complete naivety and start with the basics: a blowjob describes the oral sex act where a man's erect penis is taken into the mouth of their partner and licked and sucked, often to climax. Simple. But as with all sexual acts, there are a multitude of subtleties involved. But first, the no-nos. Despite the name, Alison, do not blow. Not a lot will happen if you do (you won't inflate your partner's bladder, as one correspondent hilariously feared), rather you'll find there's nowhere for your puff to go, and you're more likely to make a ridiculous raspberry noise and cement suspicions of your inexperience. On the other hand, don't suck it too hard like a straw in a thick milkshake - you don't want to burst any blood vessels! Think of it more like a delicate lollipop. Finally on the list of no-nos, don't do it unwillingly. You should never be forced or obliged to perform an intimate act, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable, then you must apologise and stop. If he's as sweet as you suggest, he'll understand and will be in a perfect state to finish himself off. If you're happy to do it though, show it on your face and in your eyes - chaps love it when you look up at them lovingly when you suck them off. They like to hear sighs and moans of pleasure as you carry out this special favour. So make it a performance; make it feel special. A disinterested face or a look of boredom or disgust will spoil his experience. Now, the act itself. Let's take you through it stage by stage. Firstly you'll want to consider your attire. Some men find it a turn-on to be felated by a fully-clothed woman in regular day clothes, and if you wanted to surprise him with an impromptu blowjob, this might be fine. However, as it's your first time, I'd recommend something sexier. A silky negligée is perfect as it is both sexy to look at, and offers easy access to your breasts and between your thighs (more on this later). Underwear certainly fulfils the sexy part, but can be cumbersome when it comes to involving these other parts of your body. Another option is to perform it buck naked - sexy and practical, especially if you don't plan on collecting your partner's climactic deposits in your mouth (again, more on this later). Also consider the position in which you want to give the blowjob. Broadly speaking, your partner can be seated, stood or laying down. If he's standing it gives you access to his buttocks, which the other positions restrict. Giving his bottom a squeeze while you push your face into his crotch will be an undoubtable turn-on for him, but he will get tired if he's on his feet too long. If he's face-up on the bed you'll be the one who tires, your arms and back taking the weight and strain as you position yourself over him. I personally prefer my partner to be seated, usually perched on the side of the bed: it's more comfortable for him and yourself, and offers you more options when he climaxes. You can always experiment with different positions throughout a single suck-off session. Remove your partner's lower garments completely. Sucking his penis through an open fly or after pulling aside his underwear is fine as an opener - it adds a naughty, illicit thrill to proceedings - but you'll soon want to free his member from such restrictions: it makes him easier to blow, gives you more control, and better access to every part of his apparatus. So let's assume you have him sat in front of you. His penis is hard, unrestrained and pointing upwards, and you're knelt between his spread legs ready to engage. Where should you start? Well I'm a huge proponent of the tease, and if this is his first time being sucked off by you (perhaps even his first time being sucked off by anyone) you should wring out every last ounce of anticipatory joy. Put the palms of your hands on the tops of his thighs and caress them for a while. Look at his penis, no doubt twitching in anticipation, and let him see you marvel at it - every man loves to think that his erect penis is a thing of majestic beauty! Move your hands up his thighs and nestle your fingertips into his pubic hair (unless he likes to keep trim down there!) all the while moving your mouth closer and closer to the tip of his penis. Blow onto it if you like - if you build it up for long enough, even the air from your lips will send him wild. Finally, when you think you've teased him enough, make first contact. With your hands on his pelvis, use your fingers to trap the base of his penis between your fingertips, and take the top of it into your mouth. You don't need to do anything fancy at first, or take too much of its length past your lips, just let him enjoy the warmth and moisture of your mouth around the tip. Gently suck it before slowly pulling your head away so that it pops out from between your lips. Then repeat, this time taking a bit of the penis shaft into your mouth as well. Again, a gentle suck, pull back, let it pop out of your mouth, and repeat, taking more and more of his penis into your mouth each time. This gentle introduction will get you used to the sensation of having an erect penis in your mouth - it's warmth and it's taste - as well as giving you a sense of how much of it you can comfortably accommodate. Depending on how large your partner is, it may not be possible to take an entire erect penis into your mouth. (Some girls can, but that's a whole other tutorial!) As it's your first time you'll not want to push it so far into the back of your mouth that you gag, so use these initial sucks to gauge how much you can handle. The other useful thing about these first few sucks is that his penis will be getting nicely lubricated. Lubrication is very important: it makes it easier for you to slide your lips and hands over his penis, and it increases the pleasurable sensation for him. The main source of lubrication will come from your saliva, so don't be shy about letting it get everywhere. Avoid swallowing a mouthful of saliva if you can use it to coat the head and shaft of his penis - your spit is what will make what you're doing feel even more incredible for your lucky partner. Another source of lubrication will come from the penis itself. Long before he finally ejaculates, his penis will ooze a clear liquid called pre-ejaculatory fluid or precum. You may be able to distinguish it in your mouth from your saliva as it's quite unctuous and silky. It makes an excellent lubricant, so if you feel it seeping out from the tip of his penis, be sure to redistribute it around the head (or glans) using your lips and tongue. Ah yes... Your tongue. Probably the most important part of your body if you're intent on giving a perfect blowjob. As important as your lips, fingers and mouth surely are, your lingual skills are what can elevate a blowjob from "amazing" to "heavenly". After your first tentative sucks, get your tongue to work straight away. For this you'll want a more control of his penis so that it doesn't move all over the place both inside and outside of your mouth. Grip it firmly but gently at the base, and pull his penis slightly towards you so that it's pointing at your mouth (here's where him standing makes things easier, but if you lean over him enough, the seated position is just fine). A squeeze of his shaft and a pump or two of your hand should cause some more precum to ooze from the tip of his penis. Use this as the focus of your tongue-play. Touch the tip of his penis with the tip of your tongue and make small little circling movements across his glans, spreading his natural lubricant over the "helmet". Alternating with brief but tender sucks, explore the whole surface of his glans with your tongue. Pay particular attention to the area at the back of the glans where it meets the shaft - this area is particularly sensitive and will drive him wild if you stroke it with the tip of your tongue. Don't be afraid to pump the shaft of his penis with your hand while you do this, unless you think it will make him climax too early. After exploring the top of his penis with your tongue, take him deeper into your mouth and continue to lick the shaft. You might need to take your hand away (unless he's a big boy!) but it leaves you free to give his balls a little love. Caressing his testicles will add to his pleasure, but be gentle. While his penis can take a little rough punishment, his balls are far more delicate, so don't start squeezing them - he'll soon let you know if you're being rough. Also, don't be afraid to introduce a little self-pleasure into proceedings. Not only is it nice for you to pleasure yourself while performing this act, but your partner will be even more turned on to see you touching yourself. Rub and squeeze your breasts while you have your mouth wrapped around him, and don't be shy about fingering yourself either - this should be as pleasurable for you as well as him. Right. Having thoroughly explored his cock and balls and provided the requisite lubrication, it's time to perform the trademark technique that most people imagine when they think of a good, vigorous blowjob: you need to start giving head. What you are essentially doing here is approximating your vagina with your mouth, creating a tight entrance with your lips for him to penetrate. Of course, due to his position, he won't be able to thrust in and out of you, so it's down to you to replicate the sensation by moving your head swiftly up and down over him, keeping your lips tightly clenched around his shaft. The deeper you can take him with each pump of your head, the more exhilarating for your partner, but as before, don't take in too much and make yourself gag. This can be quite strenuous on your arms and neck, so break it up with more measured sucks and licks. And because his penis should be coated in saliva, this is the best time to practice your wanking skills on him. Another bit of variety you can bring in is introducing your breasts to proceedings. Depending on how well endowed you are, there are a number of things you can do with them to enhance the experience for him and yourself. If they are small and perky, use your nipples. Lean over his crotch and guide his penis with your hand so that its tip meets them. Use the saliva or precum on his glans to massage your nipples and transfer all that stickiness onto the points of each breast. It will tittilate him and lubricate you, offering a nicer sensation the next time you play with them when giving him head. If your breasts are larger you can try to envelope them around his penis. Guys, on the whole, love our boobs, and when they feel their pride and joy nestled between them it drives them wild. If you're very generously blessed in the breast department, you can try many a man's fantasy: the tit wank. As the name suggests, here you try to approximate the action of a handjob, but without using your hands! Line his erect penis up with your cleavage so that it's pointing upwards and the underside is touching your chest between your hanging bosoms. If he's circumcised, you're going to want a lot of moisture for the next bit, so get some spit in your mouth and let it drip down onto his penis. It'll look dirty, pleasing your partner no end, and will provide the necessary lubrication. Don't worry if some of it misses and lands on your chest - the wetter the better! With your hands, squash your boobs together so they envelop his penis from each side, preferably with the tip still sticking out from your cleavage. Then, keeping your breasts firmly pressed together, start to pump his penis. If he's not circumcised you want your breasts to grip his foreskin to replicate a wanking technique. If he is circumcised, you want things to be more slippery, with his penis sliding up and down within the lubricated channel you've made with your boobs. With either technique, when your breasts are at the lowest part of his shaft, try to pop the tip of his penis into your mouth. Alternatively, leave your tongue out and ensure that the underside of his glans brushes against it with pump of your breasts. Throughout all of these different approaches and techniques, don't forget to be vocal. A constant stream of satisfied moans and contented groans will add to his pleasure. Even try to throw in some dirty talk: "I love the taste of your cock"... "Your dick is so hard"... "Are you going to cum on me?"...etc. So, to that last point I should finish by describing what to do when your partner can hold back no longer and needs to ejaculate. Depending on your skill, and his restraint, this may happen very quickly or take a bit longer. Also, he may warn you or it may happen suddenly. Have in your mind what you want to do before you start so that you can quickly adapt if it happens sooner than you expected. You have three main options: swallow, spit or decorate. Swallowing is the tidiest choice and creates the least mess, but you will probably be nervous about receiving your partner's entire ejaculate in your mouth and then swallowing it. The texture is probably the strangest sensation - thick, slippery, like oysters almost. The taste will actually differ slightly depending on your partner's diet, but it's something you should sample yourself rather than have me try to describe it. If you feel brave enough to try, there's a way to do it to maximise his pleasure. Keep your lips tight around his shaft so as not to miss a single drop. With every pump of ejaculate filling your mouth, grunt or moan to acknowledge each jet of cum - he will love this. When he finally stops emptying himself, keep your lips tight, slide his penis out of your mouth, and face him (preferably with a naughty, coy look on your face). Open your mouth wide to show your partner all the cum you have received. Some may escape from the sides of your mouth and drip down onto your or his body - deal with this as if you were "spitting" (see below). When your partner has acknowledged how much cum you have received, close your mouth and swallow it with exaggerated relish. Then open your mouth to show him that you have eaten every ounce. Dirty, sexy and a perfect crescendo. If you are happy to take his ejaculate in your mouth but don't want to swallow, you will naturally need to spit it out afterwards. While some girls seem happy to do this into a tissue or basin, I think this is a shameful way to end such an intimate act. Keep up the performance; keep it sexy and dirty until the end! My advice is to follow exactly the same procedure as swallowing outlined above, save for the last step. When you face your partner and open your mouth, instead of opening wide to show how much cum is in there, part your lips more subtly and let the ejaculate seep out onto your chin and drip onto your body, preferably your breasts. This will be a huge turn-on for your partner as he sees his cum tumble out of your mouth and onto your boobs. To empty your mouth completely without undermining this performance, look down at your breasts and cup them, catching the mixture of saliva and semen as you subtly spit out the rest. This is admittedly a messy option, but embrace the stickiness of it all. Smear his cum over your breasts until they become white and tacky - a final display of craven sexuality for him to enjoy as he comes down from his high. The final option is to decorate. Do this if you would rather not have any of his cum in your mouth at all. When he cums or is about to cum, remove his penis from your mouth and revert to a handjob instead of a blowjob. As he cums, aim the shaft at the parts of your body you think he will enjoy seeing "decorated". Face and boobs are prime candidates. This is invariably the messiest option - depending on the strength of his ejaculation, his cum could end up almost anywhere (in your hair, up your nose... It's a bit of a lottery really). The better grip you have and the closer the receiving parts of your body, the more likely his mess will end up where you want it. But unlike spitting, where the cum will pool on your body in big globs, receiving his ejaculate fresh from his squirting penis results in lines of cum flicked over a larger area of your body, so prepare to get messy! Aim at different parts of your body throughout his ejaculation to give him a thrill. Because the power of his eruptions will dissipate, aim for the highest bits first, so chin, then neck, then one breast, then the other, etc. When he finishes, stand in from of him and proudly display the mess he has made over you. Ask Abbie... If he ejaculates without warning, you may end up having to accommodate one technique before switching to your preferred option, so think about how you'd handle all three. For example, you won't be able to swallow all of his ejaculate if he erupts halfway through a tit wank, and if he cums while you're sucking him, you're not going to avoid getting any cum in your mouth. Don't panic if this happens, just segue into your preferred way of handling his climax as quickly as possible without looking flustered, annoyed or (if you weren't planning on getting a taste) disgusted. Finish the blowjob in control and with a dirty smile on your face. He'll love you for it. There's so much more I could tell you, but I've already gone overboard. As you can probably tell, this is a subject I'm quite passionate about, so if you have any more questions, please get back in touch. I do hope my editor publishes this... Ask Alice Alice Mihara assessed herself in the mirror in her one piece black bathing suit with red stripes down the sides. Her long dark hair, shiny and silky, flowed over her slim shoulders. She had a striking Asian face most would call beautiful, a slim pretty figure with tiny a-cup breasts, narrow waist and nice flaring hips. She turned sideways to get a better look at her backside. She appreciated the hell out of her curvy butt for she felt that it made up for her lacking chest. She put her hands over her small breasts covering them easily. She dropped her hands and faced forward. "How did Nelson talk me into this?" She asked her reflection. "Uh uh," her reflection said playing devil's advocate. "You talked him into this." "But it was his filthy idea," she said clinging to the thin straws of denial. "Again girl, uh uh," her reflection said. "You're the one who nosed around and found all the downloads on his computer from that amateur facial cumshot site." "I confronted him about it." "Asking Nelson why he liked that kind of stuff and then sitting and watching the downloads with him was hardly confrontational." "I told him I thought that it was dirty and degrading to women." "Yeah," her reflection said with a snort, "and then you let him come on your face that night. He fucking loved that." "It was just a heated moment. We were both turned on is all." "You've let him do that to you every time since." "Okay, I like that it turns him on so much. I liked the new spice ... the look of lust in his eyes every time he does the dirty little deed." "And this new thing?" "Just this one time to feel what it's like," she said weakly to her reflection. "To feel what, exactly?" "What it's like to be the absolute center of attention." "The focus of mindless animal male lust in other words." "Yes, why not." "To let a bunch of guys ... total strangers come on your face and body?" "Shut up," Alice said to her reflection. Her resolve was clearly slipping. "You're broken if you do this." She stepped away from the mirror, went to the bedroom door, opened it and walked down the hall to the living room in the Honolulu townhouse she shared with her boyfriend Nelson. Her reflection whispered a parting shot from across the room. "This is a slippery slope girl, you may not be able to climb out." "What if I don't want to climb out?" With a small weak smile on her beautiful Japanese face, Alice Mihara stepped into the living room full of men. They were all standing waiting for her. Nelson was the only one she knew, the rest were total strangers. It shocked her that they were already stripped down to their underwear. All of them, five counting Nelson, had straining erections in their briefs. Nelson had found the men on line. They belonged to some kind of club. According to Nelson, nobody paid a thing to be here, everyone was in it for the kink. She kept her eyes low not daring to look into any of the faces. They're all wearing tidy whiteies she saw. Was that planed, she wondered pointlessly? At that moment, she decided to turned tail and head back to her bedroom and lock the door behind her. She was just about to pivot on the spot when Nelson spoke. "You're beautiful," he said. She smiled weakly at the compliment, her eyes flickering from one bulging crotch to the next. Instead of going back to her bedroom, she slowly dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor. Her action wasn't a planed thing. Hell, none of this was planned. Nelson and she had only the vaguest idea how the evening would go. The only part that was a sure thing was the bukkake ... the men coming on her. You would think that we would have had long discussions and a well thought out plan before this very moment, she thought and almost laughed aloud. She kept the laugh in though, for she felt that to laugh would seem inappropriate. And a little crazy perhaps? her worrisome reflection said in her head. Oh, shut the fuck up! She mentally yelled back. Interpreting her kneeling as an invitation ...which it was ... the men circled her. She knelt there silently, not doing anything, her eyes flickering from one erection bulge to the next. She thought desperately of something to say. "Show me your hard cocks," she said softly. She cringed, it sounded so forced. The word cocks seemed oddly foreign, probably because she almost never used it. All the men exposed their erections for her to see. "All hard," she said, observing every cock around her. My creations, she thought with dubious pride. Nelson stepped forward and tapped at her face with his erection. It was one of his favorite things to do especially when she talked to her friends on the phone. Of all her friends, Joy Maeda seemed to be Nelson's favorite. Like Alice, Joy was Japanese. She had a figure tinnier then Alice's and yet she drew men like fruit flies to warm pineapple, Nelson being one of them. Joy loved clothes shopping and one of her favorite things to do was to come over to Alice's and model her new outfits. On Joy's birthday last summer, Alice took her out swimsuit shopping and paid for all the suits as a present. And then they drove back to Alice's for Joy to try on the new suits. Unknown to Joy though, Nelson hid in the bedroom closet to spy on her as as she undressed. Alice, knew that Nelson was their of course and had agreed to do whatever she could to keep her friend fully naked. She had even gone out and bought a cheap full length mirror and strategically placed it in the room to best display her friend for Nelson's viewing pleasure. Alice was plagued with crippling guilt for betraying her friendship. But right alongside her guilt was hot sexual pleasure at feeding Nelson's dirty desire to see Joy naked. Alice recalled how Joy's cute Asian face made her look much younger then her twenty five years. Her breasts being mere little bumps on her slim chest added to her youthful appearance. Her small round ass was perfect for her slim frame, and her muff, a natural thin line of darkness between her slim thighs. The final perfect accessory was her long wavy brown hair hair fanning over her shoulders and cascading down the center of her back. For almost two hours, she had Joy dressing and undressing and for more then half that time the girl paraded around naked. To do that, Alice took advantage of her friend's obsession with soft perfect skin. Alice claimed that she had brought a new cosmetic lotion on line that made a woman's skin ultra soft and wrinkle free. In reality, the lotion was an ordinary off the shelf brand with a nice musky smell. As was Nelson's request, Alice had stripped down to her underwear to apply the lotion to her own skin. Actually, Nelson had wanted her to get totally naked, but Alice wasn't willing to go there with her best friend. It was bad enough secretly displaying the girl for Nelson's dirty pleasure. Anyway, Alice told her friend that the lotion worked best when you allowed the skin to absorb it unhampered by clothing. Joy was all over that, she applied the lotion and walked around buck naked to get the full benefit. Joy finally left and went home. With prompting from Nelson, Alice called Joy a half hour later to ask how her skin felt. Nelson masturbated as they chatted. Alice put Joy on speaker phone so that Nelson could hear Joy talk about how smooth and soft her skin had become. Nelson exploded all over Alice's face getting a fair amount of spunk on the cell phone apparently using it as as a proxy for Joy's cute Japanese face. Her mind returned to the present as Nelson rubbed her lips with the tip of his cock. "Ask others to rub their dick on your face," Nelson said. Alice nodded and she said flatly, "Rub my face with those hard cocks." Men closed in. An an erection brushed her left cheek, another did the same on her right. Nelson stepped back and a guy quickly stepped in and rubbed the tip of his erection along the full length of her nose leaving a per come streak behind. An erection bumped the back of her head and she tilted her head allowing the guy to rub his hard dick on her forehead and bangs. The one that had rubbed her nose, traced the head of his erection along the delicate curve of her chin. The two at her sides kept at her cheeks. The men pressing in on her set off a weird panic and she stood abruptly in the scrum of cocks. It took all her will not to bolt from the room. She stood stock still as hands roamed over her swimsuit covered chest and groped and squeezing her ass cheeks. Someone grabbed her right hand and guided it to his cock. One of the guys feeling her tits leaned in for a kiss. She stiffened barely reciprocating, not allowing the kisser's tongue entry to her mouth. But with each passing second, her mouth relaxed and she allowed the guy access and even explored a bit with her own tongue. A hand brushed over her pubic area. Not ready for that just yet, she abruptly ended the kiss, pulled away from the groping hands and walked toward the sofa a few feet away. End this now, the weak voice of reflective reason said in her head. "Too late," she whispered. She turned to face the crowed of men, all of them had their erections poking over the elastic of their briefs. They looked absurd and she smiled, nearly laughing. Suppressing the laughter only made her want to laugh more so she immediately turned her back to them. She cracked a big smile and put her hands to her mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to explode out of her. She was sure that if she stared laughing, she'd never stop. "Get it together girl," she scolded herself in a whisper. "You okay?" Nelson asked. "Yes," she said. She forced a neutral expression and turned to face him and the men. "Do you like the bathing suit?" She asked. "It's just like the one from 'Asian Gymnast Sex Salves.'" "Yes," Nelson said. 'Asian Gymnast Sex Slaves' was one of Nelson's favorite porn movies. "Do I have to suck all these cocks coach?" Alice asked demurely quoting a line from the movie. Nelson smiled but proved too inhibited to play the role of the stern coach in the movie. In her head, Alice heard the coach say 'Yes. This is your punishment for your weak performance on the balance beam.' Just like the hapless gymnast in the movie had done, Alice dropped to her knees. She looked around and saw the looks of raw lust in the eyes of the men crowing around again. For the first time, she felt a flush of excitement beyond her annoying reluctance. The men pressed in and she took her first strange cock into her mouth. "Fill your hands with cock like the women in the porn movies," Nelson said. Alice obliged but quickly found out that gripping two dicks off to the side made it hard to give decent head to the one in the middle. She let the middle cock drop from her mouth and moved her mouth to the cock in her right hand. After a few seconds, she swung to the cock in her left hand. Wonder what I look like sucking all this cock? she though. And then she had an idea. She stopped sucking cock, stood up, went to the hall closet and dragged out the very mirror she had used to bait her friend Joy to flounce around naked on her birthday. Since then, Nelson used the cheap mirror whenever he did his exercise workout in the living room. As she propped the mirror against the wall near the flat screen TV, she wondered absently why Nelson liked watching himself exercise. Was it vanity? She exercised at home too, but didn't need to watch herself doing it. For her, exercise was incredibly boring and if Nelson didn't push her to do it, she wouldn't workout at all. She snapped out of her musing and looked in the mirror and at the men reflected behind her, all watching her intently. They were probably wondering what the mirror was all about. "I want to see what I look like sucking lots of cocks," she said feeling foolish as she said it ... but kind of liked how dirty it sounded. A fresh delicious thrill rippled through her. "Makes me feel slutty," she said on impulse. She looked at herself in the mirror, but she didn't look slutty at all. She looked .... young. Just like the lead actress in 'Asian Gymnast Sex Slaves.' She had watched the movie it often enough with Nelson to know the actresses name, Mandy Almond. It occurred to her that the the Almond chick looked a lot like her. Was that the reason why Nelson liked the movie so much? She dropped to her knees. The men pressed in around her. She gripped a cock and rolled her eyes at the mirror to see. I could be in a movie, she thought as she took the cock in her mouth. Another cock poked at her chin. Two remaining were reflected behind her, one was Nelson, the other a Hawaiian guy, his skin dark, his erection even darker. The guy she had in her mouth pulled free of her abruptly, back off a few inches, gripped his spit covered hardon and stood still. A bit bewildered, she looked up at him to see if he was in pain "Did I hurt you?" she asked truly worried that she may have bit him or something. Then She barked in surprise when a jet of white sprayed her right cheek under her eye. He's coming! she realized stupidly. She snapped her head to the side in instinctive avoidance and found herself facing her mirrored, surprised face. 'This is what you want?' her reflection seem to say. 'Don't judge me bitch!' she thought as a second jet striped the right side of her nose. The guy pressed in close, touched the head of his erection to her forehead and two more oozing gobs collected there in her hairline. The guy backed away and Alice looked at her messed up face and hair in the mirror. Even though this was the very reason she was here, it shocked her that a guy, other than her boyfriend Nelson, had done this to her. Her heart pounded in her chest so loud and hard, she was sure that everyone in the apartment could hear it. Warm at first, the junk on her face cooled quickly. She mechanically reached up to wipe it away. "Don't, leave it be," Nelson said. She gave a tiny nodded and dropped her hand. Another guy pushed his way in. Grabbed her shoulder a bit roughly to turn her toward him. He gripped his erection, spread his legs, bent at the knees and sprayed four jets onto her swimsuit covered chest, the white mess stood out in high contrast against the dark material. The guy looked a little goofy because of the awkward stance and laughter threatened her again. She cracked a smile and fought hard to keep it in for she was sure that it would sounded hysterical if it got out. "Pull the suit down, show your tits," Nelson told her. She hesitated, not sure that she was ready for that just yet. 'Oh please!' the no nonsense part of her head said. 'You sucked just about every cock in this room and you have jizz all over your face from some random guy! Show your fucking tits!' She pulled the suit down off her shoulders and then down to her waist. She resisted the stupid urge to cover her exposed A-cups. Her small brown nipples were stiff with excitement. Her areolas tiny, barely the size of dimes. She looked in the mirror and recalled how Joy teased her that she was a mere nipple lick away from being titless. The chick should talk, she's tinnier then me, Alice thought. In the middle of her odd little musing, the Hawaiian guy stepped forward, gasped and ejaculated a huge fresh mess down the center of her face. He kept pumping his hardon and several more spurts coated her lips and chin. Three of five down she thought as she resisted the natural urge to wipe at her face. She looked in the mirror at the stuff dripping off her chin onto her naked chest and messing up the dark swimsuit around her waist. "Take it all off," Nelson said. She rose to her knees and pulled the suit down her legs, she dropped to her butt and removed it all the way. For the first time in her life, she sat fully naked before a group of men. "I'm gonna fuck you," Nelson said. This is one thing they had discussed and Nelson had assured her that he would be the only one aloud to do it if it happened. "Do me from behind in front of the mirror," she said, "I wanna watch." He nodded arranged her on her hands and knees in front of the mirror and then entered her from behind. She gasped and came without a single thrust. The men gathered around enthralled as she twitched and gasped from her unexpected orgasm. "Fuck me Nelson!" she yelled to get Nelson moving. He did, and on his fifth thrust she came again. At the same moment, a guy thrust a cock into her face and sprayed her already messy left cheek with fresh jizz. She came again just as Nelson stopped thrusting. "I'm gonna come on your face!" Nelson barked as he pulled out of her. Duh, she thought as she sat down on her butt leaning back resting on her arms, one leg stretched out and one knee up with her head tilted back. Nelson's favorite position for anointing she mused. Nelson stepped around, aimed his erection at her up turned face and spewed several high pressure jets onto her cheeks, nose, lips and chin. When done, he stepped back stroking his fading erection. All the men stood around looking down at her. She sat still to allow their dirty viewing. Two of the guys were fully erect again and all of them, including Nelson were twitching anew. Not in the mood for a second go round, she stood, calmly marched to the bathroom off the master bedroom, closed the door behind her and pressed the lock button. She stood frozen in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her messy face and body, the stuff seemed everywhere. A gentle knock came at the door. "Hey," Nelson said softly from the other side. "You okay, babe?" No, I'm a fucked up freak! she wanted to yell but said instead, "I'm fine, just cleaning up." "Can I come in?" he asked. She turned on the hot water at the sink at full blast, soaked a half towel and hastily wiped at her face and body. Then she went to the shower to turn it on before unlocking the door. The room quickly filled with steam. "That was amazing," Nelson said softly as he closed the door. She saw his erection straining the front of his briefs. She looked away from it and stepped into the shower to clean herself. "Everyone is interested again. What to come out and see what happens?" he said from the other side of the shower door. "Give me some time to freshen up then I'll be out," she said. "Dress up, put on something nice. That will make it fun," he said and left the bathroom. She ran the shower as hot as she could bare, soaped herself from top to bottom thoroughly and shampooed her hair twice. She took her time, if they wanted more fun with her they'll wait. Eventually, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She hung the used towel on the shower door and reached for a fresh one. Clutching the towel to her front, she went to the door that connected to the Master bedroom. She stopped short when she saw the room was filled with men all standing about in their tidy whities. "Thought it would be interesting to watch you dress," Nelson said. Should have asked me asshole, she thought. Hiding her irritation at the intrusion, she wrapped the towel around her middle, went to her closet, pulled opened the door and scanned her wardrobe. Then she went to her dresser to find some underwear. She selected a black lacy bra with matching panties. Nelson liked this particular pair because he thought it made her look like some hot chick in a rap video—minus the big tits. Standing in front of the full length dressing mirror near the door, she dropped the towel, slipped on the panties and put on the bra. She admired her pale, slim figure for a few seconds and then looked at her audience reflected behind her. All had straining bulges. They certainly like me, she thought with a bit of dirty pride. Ask Alice No less angry with Nelson for not consulting with her, she said, "Do you think my tit are too small?" She brushed her hands over her bra covered breasts. "They are very nice," one guy said. "Come feel them," she told the guy who complimented her. He stepped up behind her and they both watched his hands in the mirror caress her A-cups. "You can rub your dick against my ass," she told him. His erection made contact with her silk covered ass. "You like touching my tiny tits?" she asked him. "They're perfect," he said. He punctuated his compliment by grinding his cock harder against her. "Enough, back away," she said. The guy backed off. She liked that he obeyed with no hesitation. She pointed at another guy. "Come, kiss my pussy through my panties. The guy came forward, knelt before her and pressed his mouth against her pubic area over her panties. The feel of his warm breath down there thrilled her, but mostly she liked that he did what she had asked so eagerly. She pointed at the Hawaiian guy. "Come kiss my ass." He stepped forward and dropped to his knees facing her ass and peck her left panty covered ass cheek with a kiss. "Not like that," that she said, "kiss the my hole." She felt his breath on the bud of her asshole as he did her bidding. She stroked the top of the head of the guy kissing her crotch, his wet tongue pushing at the thin fabric covering her clitoris. The hot breath of the two mouths felt thrilling, kicking her excitement up a notch. "Away," she said and the men got up and backed away. She pushed her wet hair out of her face as she walked to the closet to scanned through her dresses again. Finally, she selected a black modest dress that was knee length and clingy. She last wore the dress at a boring mixer at Nelson's job. Don't mind getting crap on this old thing, she thought. "Come feel me," she said to the last two men that had not yet had a turn at her. She was purposely leaving Nelson out for not consulting her about his little voyeur stunt. The last two eagerly came forward. One felt at her breasts, the other her ass. "Press in close, rub against me," she told them. They pressed their erections against her, one in the front along her right thigh and the other in the back between her ass cheeks. Her eyes fell on the face of the Hawaiian guy standing nearby, boldly stroking his erection through the fabric of his undies. He was very handsome. "One of you will get to fuck me," she said impulsively. "Leave. Let me finish dressing and I'll be out." The men filed out of the room on her command. Nelson lingered, clearly wanting to talk to her. She held her hand up to silence him and gave him a look that said it all. Without a word, he left too. She went to her underwear drawer and slipped on some black tights only because she wanted something pressing against the skin of her legs. She opened her closet door to consider what shoes to wear. She selected a pair of black leather slipper sandals because she could easily remove them with little effort. She sat on the bed, and as she slipped on the sandals, she shivered from a draft. She stood and went to the full length mirror to see how she looked. Nice, she thought as she wondered what to do about her hanging wet hair. Then there it was again, the cold draft. She turned to look behind her for the source of the draft. It hit her again her full front, strong enough to stir her wet hair a bit. She looked at the mirror and frowned for the breeze seemed to be coming from the mirror. "Not possible, it's bouncing off from somewhere." she said automatically. She reached out toward the mirror to trace the cool air back to its true source and her hand went beyond the mirror frame. She barked a small scream and pulled her hand back like she had touched something burning hot. With her heart thumping violently in her chest, she backed away from the mirror and sat heavily on the bed. "My raging hormones are fucking with my head," she said aloud. With a shaky hand, she pulled off her left sandal and tossed it underhand at the mirror. It clacked against the glass and thumped to the carpeted floor. "Yep, just raging hormones," she said relieved but still shaky. She got up, picked up the loose sandal, lifted her foot to slip it back on. She lost her balance and automatically reached out to support herself on the dressing mirror with her left hand. She screamed as she toppled forward into the mirror.