4 comments/ 54472 views/ 4 favorites Lake Tahoe By: kinkygirl With the extra money I have been earning lately I decided to go snowboarding with a few friends. They had found a really good deal to Lake Tahoe, staying in a catered chalet with lift passes included. We flew from Manchester airport early on the Saturday morning, and after changing flights at Chicago we arrived in San Francisco late afternoon. With the time difference we were all pretty tired, and we crashed out in the back of the van for our four hour transfer to the resort. It was gone 11p.m by the time we got to our chalet, but having had a couple of hours snoozing in the van we decided to dump our gear and go for a few drinks. The chalet host was called Dani, and she recommended a local bar. We managed to find our bearings and soon we were having our first real drinks of the holiday. It didn't take long for the altitude and alcohol to kick in, and the four of us were soon up dancing on our chairs and generally having a laugh. Michelle said we should call it a night as we had to be up early to collect our boards from the hire shop, so reluctantly we staggered back, but not before having a snowball fight on the way. Jane caught me full in the face with a great shot...the bitch. I would have to get my own back on her for that one! Being in a chalet we had got two en-suite rooms for the four of us. I was in a double with Jane, and Claire was in a twin with Michelle. Now I know you guys out there are thinking "Great, two girls sharing a bed", but it happens all the time and it has never turned into a lesbian sex-fest! You must know me by now, even though I do find girls attractive, I just love cock too much to turn. Almost as soon as my head touched the pillow I was sound asleep. The early start, late night and the extended day due to the time difference had really caught up with me. Next morning the alarm clock woke me up to find myself alone in the bed. I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, and then threw on yesterday's clothes. As I walked into the living area I found Jane talking to Dani and a few of the other chalet guests. It seemed Jane had woken early with the excitement and had already gone down for breakfast. We were soon joined by Claire and Michelle and after a bowl of cereal each we tucked into a plate of eggs and bacon with a side order of toast all washed down with a large coffee to shake off the cobwebs. As we ate we got the low-down on the town from Dani and the other guests. Which the best bars were, what runs we should try out and which restaurants were worth going to on Dani's day off. After breakfast we got showered and changed into our snow wear, and then Dani took us to get our equipment and lift passes. Before long we were on the hills, working off our large breakfast and last nights drinks. The powder was great and the weather was dry and sunny. The four of us spent most of the day exploring the mountain, with a break for a light lunch and a glass of wine. By mid afternoon we were all pretty done in, and decided to head back for a soak in the hot tub. Dani had left some cakes and muffins out for us, but I gave them a miss. I went to my room and stripped off, dumping all my clothes on the bed, then had a quick shower and put on my bikini. The hot tub was on the back porch and could seat about eight at a squeeze. The other girls joined me and as we sat in the tub relaxing we saw a large 4x4 pull up by the double garage in the back. A guy who looked to be in his mid forties got out and walked towards the house. As he passed he looked and waved, calling out "Hi." "He's quite tasty," said Claire. "Very nice for an older guy," replied Michelle. "Who do you think he is?" asked Claire. "I bet he either works on the chalet or owns it," I said. "He can work on me," laughed Claire. "Me too," I said. Now I'm not too bad looking, but Claire is stunning. She has a perfect figure, the most amazing boobs and gorgeous, curly auburn hair. When we go on a summer holiday I always feel envious of her. She always goes topless, and her firm, D-cup breasts put my small B-cups to shame. "Fancy a walk round the shops for a couple of hours, do a bit of shopping?" asked Jane. "Sounds good," said Michelle. "Yeah great," agreed Claire. "I'm going to leave you girls to it, I said, I need to get my head down for a couple of hours." We all wrapped towels around ourselves and wandered in to the chalet. Back in the bedroom I dried myself off and picked up my clothes from the bed, hanging up my jacket and pants. I went to put my underwear and base layer in my washing bag, but I couldn't find my knickers. I checked everywhere, even checking the legs of my snow pants. Strange. "Have you moved my knickers?" I asked Jane. "Why would I want to touch your dirty knickers?" she laughed. "I can't find them anywhere." I was too tired to think straight, so I let it go and got into bed. Even though I was so tired I lay there for about ten minutes but couldn't drift off. Sod it, I might as well get a shower and see if I could find the girls. The warm water felt great, and I could feel it wash the tiredness from my aching body. I got dried off and put on some clean knickers and matching black bra. It was then I remembered we had decided to share a hair dryer to save luggage weight, and it was in Claire and Michelle's room. I opened my door and listened for a second. There didn't appear to be anyone home so I sneaked down the hall in just my underwear. As I opened the door to their room I disturbed the guy we had seen outside looking through a chest of drawers. "What the hell are you doing?" I shouted. He spun around and looked at me, keeping his hands behind his back. "What have you got there?" I demanded. His face was turning bright red. "Nothing, I'm just here to do the repairs." "What repairs?" I asked. "The drawer is sticking," he said. I walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled open the one he had been looking through. It was full of underwear, either Michelle or Claire's. It was then I remembered how little I was wearing, a fact that hadn't gone un-noticed by our intruder. He was eyeing me up and down. "Show me what's in your hands?" I demanded. "Nothing," he insisted. I went to reach behind him but he pulled away. "Okay I'm calling the police," I said. "I'm not stealing anything, and I own this house so I have every right to be here," he said. "But you were going to take something, and you still shouldn't be here." As I said it I grabbed behind him, causing my near naked body to brush against him. He tried to pull away but it was too late, I felt his erection pushing against my belly. I stepped back and looked down at his pants. As I watched he brought his hands in front of him, a pair of panties in his hand. "Have you taken a pair of knickers from my room?" I asked him. He reached into his pocket and brought out my worn panties. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I have a...fetish. I promise I won't do it again. I'll put them back." He put the clean ones back in the drawer and closed it, and he held mine out to me. "Follow me," I said, walking to my room. He did as he was told, and I led him to my room and closed the door. "What's your name?" "Joe." "I'm Hannah. Tell me about your fetish Joe." "I have a thing for underwear, panties and thongs mostly. I just get so aroused by them. The feel of them, the fabrics. The smell. How they look." "So why not go and buy some?" I asked him. "I have tried that, but I get more turned on when I know who they belong to. I saw you girls in the hot-tub and couldn't help myself. I'm really sorry." "What do you do with them?" "I...err...just look at them." I moved closer to him and looked him directly in the eye. "I don't believe you. What do you do with them?" His eyes fell to my cleavage and then down to my panties. I felt my pussy getting moist as I made him squirm with embarrassment. "I...use them." "How do you use them Joe? Do you sniff them?" "Sometimes." "Show me," I told him, passing my worn panties back to him. He slowly lifted them to his face and inhaled. His eyes closed as he breathed in the aroma of my pussy on the panties. It was such an erotic site seeing this guy getting so turned on by my underwear, that I felt my nipples harden and my pussy start to tingle. I walked to my chest of drawers and opened the one with my lingerie in. Reaching inside I lifted out a white, lacy thong. "Do you like this one?" I asked. "Very much," he replied. I passed it to him, and he caressed it gently. I then took out a pair of sheer, black panties. "What about these?" I asked. "Mmmmm, they look amazing." "Do you want to touch them too?" I asked. "I would, but could you do something for me first?" he asked. "That depends what you want?" I told him. "I would love to see you in them," he replied. I went into the bathroom and changed into them, and when I came out I heard him moan as he saw them on me. They are totally see-through, so much so he could clearly see my trimmed pubic hair and my pussy lips. I had my worn pair in my hand and I passed these to him. Again he lifted them to his face and breathed in the heady scent from the fabric, the crotch moist from the excitement I was feeling. "What else do you like to do with them?" I asked him. He looked at me lustfully and said, "I like to wrap them around my cock as I wank." "Show me." "Really?" "Really, show me how you stroke your cock," I demanded. He took his zip in his hand and lowered it. Reaching inside he freed his erect cock, a drop of pre-cum visible on the tip. He took my black, recently worn panties and began to rub the damp material against his hard cock. I could see his legs were shaking as he wrapped them around his cock and began to wank. His free hand brought my stolen panties to his nose. I moved closer to him and pushed him so he was sat on the edge of my bed. As he fisted his lovely cock he was sniffing my panties and staring at my visible pussy lips. I lifted one leg up onto the bed so he could see the damp spot growing in my sheer panties. Reaching into them I began to gently rub my clitty in little circles, never taking my eyes from his hand as he worked his cock faster. "Do you like my pussy?" I asked. "Yes..." "Would you like to see it better?" "Ohhh yes please." I took my hand from my clitty and took hold of the fabric covering my mound. As he stared at panties I pulled them away to the side, exposing my trimmed pussy, my lips glistening with my juices. As he looked on, still pumping his thick cock into my lingerie I once again began to play with myself, only this time I spread my lips so he could see how pink and wet I was. I tickled around my wet hole and then pushed two fingers inside myself. I used my free hand to reach up and unclip my bra, and shrugged it off. Leaning forward I pushed my boobs towards his face, and he didn't need telling to suck on my throbbing nipples, sucking them both in turn. "Mmmmm that's it, suck them harder," I demanded as I gripped his hair. I love having my nipples sucked, it always gets me so horny, and if they are gently bitten it pushes me closer to my orgasm. "Bite them you dirty bastard," I almost shouted. As he did I finger fucked myself harder and felt my pussy spasm as I came, my juices squirting out and onto his legs. "I'm cumming...ooohhhhhh fuck...Mmmmm" he moaned. He kept pumping his cock as he shot his cum into my panties, and there was so much it began to seep through the thin fabric. I reached out and took them from him, and as he watched I raised them to my mouth and sucked them, taking his salty load into my mouth and swallowing it. "Oh thank you so much Hannah, that was amazing," he said. I readjusted my sheer panties, picked up my bra and put it back on, and then tossed my cum soaked panties at him. "You can keep those as a souvenir," I told him as he fastened his pants. He put them in his pocket as he stood up. "Come back tomorrow Joe, and I will have another worn pair for you." As he left with a large grin on his face I knew exactly how to get Jane back for that snowball. I was pretty sure she wouldn't miss a pair of her dirty knickers! Lake Tahoe Dear Reader...this narrative is meant for those that appreciate the subtlety of a very delicate seduction. * I stood in front of the living room window of the cabin we had rented for the weekend, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. I had just finished combing my hair, clean and damp from a refreshing shower. I looked out beyond our bicycles, still propped against the porch where we left them after our ride, to the copper glow of the sun fallen below a bank of clouds that cradled the mountains and cast shadows on the lake below. You stood directly behind me, watching with me, wearing nothing but faded blue jeans. Your left arm, wrapped around my neck, encircled my naked shoulders. Your right hand gently stroked up and down the side of my right arm. The contours of your torso against my shoulders felt extraordinary. My left arm hung at my side. My chin rested against your forearm. My right hand, beside it, held your wrist. My motion stilled, you knew I felt the fall to you coming. You were aware of the wish that your proximity made burn in me-namely, to have you inside of me, all around and in control of me. My pussy wept for the touch of your erection, so tantalizingly close to my sex, hard against my back. I felt flush after flush of desire. I was your woman and you were my Master, my loved man. My heart thumped in my chest. My mind and body were poised for an experience of passion and surrender. All of my senses were pregnant. I felt so alive. You were like a force of nature upon me. I felt the diminishment of my thoughts like a cascade of water from a brook in the mountains to a gentle stream on a plateau below. I felt your breath like the descent of winter clouds in a deep valley, a very fine chainmail surrounding me, protecting me, and baffling all that was outside of us. I felt the touch of your skin like the warmth of a campfire on an October night, a focal point of energy, my circle of life. I felt your eyes like the stars, illuminating subtly, a sky I loved being under. I was safe and I felt at home. In a secret part of me I was uncomfortable as well. My mind wanted to go out, to be the giver, to escape the awareness that it was so in adept at being the recipient of love. "I want to move." You nuzzled your nose in my hair, and then whispered into my ear "No." My stomach flopped. My eyes closed and I moaned silently. Moments passed. You very softly nibbled and sucked on my earlobe. "Please." "No Angel, you must stay still. I am going to make it real, give you what you have always deserved, and show you what you have always wanted." My grip tightened around your wrist, my head rolled to the left and I immediately lost the fight not to choke up. "How do you know these things?" I whimpered, feeling ashamed that you could see my weakness. You ran your right hand down the side of my face then through my damp hair. "Shh, it's OK, I just do." With that, you moved a hand to each shoulder and turned me around. I didn't look at your face because I didn't want you to see me cry. You placed a hand on my chin and lifted it, and then you leaned forward and kissed away my tears. "Tracy..." I felt compelled to look up. "I am going to touch you." I swallowed. "Everywhere." My eyes became large and a shiver ran through me. "I am going to map your body with my fingers, my breath, and my tongue. It will bring me enormous pleasure if you will only be concerned with yourself. Will you try to do that for me?" My God, permission in the form of a request, the perfect hand up. "Alright", deep breath, "Yes, I will." My tears forgotten, I smiled from the center of my heart. You put your finger tips gently on my cheeks and crawled them, spider like, to the back of my jaw. You turned your hands over and drew a line back along your path then started again. You increased the pressure this time, pulling my face towards yours as you advanced your fingers into my hair. Your palms settled over my ears and you held me like that. The feeling was incredible. I was like a kitten picked up by the back of the neck. I totally relaxed. My lips parted in anticipation. I said "I am yours." Your cock throbbed against my belly as you settled your lips against mine in a soft, sweet kiss. Then you pulled your lips and cock away. I bounced my knees up and down trying to relieve the tension from the intensity and need instantly washing over me. I was overwhelmed from being handled so delicately. "Be still." I stopped. I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back. You ran your fingers down my neck, across my collar bones, then down to the top of the towel. With a simple tug it was undone and fell to the floor. I raised my head and leveled my penetrating eyes on yours. I felt like you were fucking me just by looking up and down my body, as if I was being cocooned by your stare and rescued from the world. You felt an intense sense of power at the site of my naked, prone body. Blood pumped furiously through your cock. Your jeans were much too tight, but you didn't open or take them down. You left them because it tormented me, and because it helped keep the desire to drop me to the floor and fuck us into oblivion right then in check. Your longing to cum inside of me presented itself in your mind for the umpteenth time. You caught your breath and willed yourself not to move. You took me with your eyes. Your hands began. Slowly they descended over my large breasts, fingers spread. Every place they touched felt transformed, as if by alchemy. We both watched. When you got to my big pink nipples all of your fingers closed in and you pulled them, pinching. I let out a long low moan. "I cannot stand." I didn't want to fight to stand. "You must." The small inflection at the corners of your mouth, the way your eyelids dropped slightly, told me that you were in perfect control of yourself, and knew exactly what I could take. You leaned in and whisper in my ear "Spread your legs." I moaned aloud. I took a deep breathe.... I spread my legs shoulder width apart, feeling that exquisite sense that I was no longer mine. You drew your hands under my breasts from the outside, cupping them in your hands. You lifted them, feeling their weight, watching their shape change as you fondled them. You growled quietly, imagining running your cock back and forth between them. Pre-cum seeped into your pants. I wanted you naked so badly. I could see how tightly the jeans caged your beautiful sex; I wanted to relieve the pressure, to free your tool, to expose it....to own it. However, I knew that was not the plan. I did not even ask. I reminded myself to focus on my own pleasure. You spread your legs wider than mine and squatted down. When I felt your mouth take a nipple into it I felt utterly overwhelmed. I was so aroused that it was like being melted by the warm sun and shocked by electricity at the same time. We both groaned. I wove my fingers into your hair and arched my back. "Suck them, please." "You haven't felt anything yet." You teased after you had suckled each one. I needed to kiss you. I ran my hands up the back of your neck and into your hair. I pulled. "No Love. Pay attention to my touch." You surveyed my torso, instantly navigating a course for your fingers. I moaned again and relax my hands, dropping them to your shoulders. You knelt down onto the discarded towel. You were the very powerful image of love of femme. I felt a power that had existed for all human time. You started again at the outside of my breasts. You drew your fingers slowly, barely touching me, down my sides, tracing my curves. I squeezed the muscles of your shoulders and ran my hands over your upper back. You placed one hand against the small of my back and lay the other against my belly, as if you were feeling for a child. You looked solemnly into my eyes "You are a beautiful woman." I floated away on your words. I was brought back by the feeling of your warm breath on my mons. It made me so very aroused. My breath caught in my throat as I felt your tongue lightly begin to trace circles along the crease at the top of my thigh. I tried not to, but my hips had a will of their own, pushing forward. I was quaking from my very foundation. You smiled inside. Your cock pulsates with pleasure. You knew I was yours, and that I would do whatever you asked. You moved your hands so that they could trace the same delicate line down my legs. Then, you traced your fingers lightly up the inside of my thighs. My moans were like a firm hand stroking your straining prick. "Touch my pussy, touch me please." You traced a line around my swollen pussy lips front to back. You breathed onto my clit from directly in front of it. You wrapped your hands around my ass and squeezed the soft round globes. My hands ran through your hair again and again. I was full of the most intense glow of feeling, the most electric anticipation, and the most powerful sense of intimacy. Getting to your feet you took my hand and led me to the sofa. You did not take your eyes off of me. You looked like you wanted to devour me. I saw an image in my mind of you pushing me down hard with your broad chest against mine, your hands taking my wrists above my head and pinning them against the arm of the couch, your tongue assaulting my mouth and your hips thrusting your hard cock between my legs. I stared at you while I imagined this, unknowingly reaching my hands out to surround your waist and pull you to me. You gently pushed my hands away, smiling at the tigress you sensed inside, and motioned for me to sit down. I sank to the cushion and felt my inner slut join me as I stared at the cock that I craved. You retrieved the towel, folded it neatly, and laid it on the floor in front of me. You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, then sat down on it cross legged. I could see a stain of pre-cum growing at your crotch. I was naked and my juices were dripping from me. My hands ran over my thighs and up towards my clit. "No, no, no." You batted them away. I dropped my head to my chest, looking at you through my lashes, and smiled. "Place your hands on the sofa and don't move them" you commanded. I complied, digging my fingers into the fabric in frustration. You lifted my foot. You caressed it with your hands. You rubbed it gently as you lifted it to your mouth. You watched me as you extended your tongue and lay my big toe on it. No one had ever done this to me and I was shocked at how amazing it felt. It was as if there was a huge nerve going directly from my foot to my clit. You slowly drew it, and then each other toe one by one, into your mouth to suck on and nibble. I saw that you loved doing this for me and it made my heart feel so light. I had to lie back as the feelings of tenderness and delight overcame me. My breasts rose and fell, splayed slightly to each side against my rib cage. You lathed the soft arch of my foot with your tongue, kissed the top of it, and then lowered it onto your raging hard on. I sat bolt upright and curled my toes into your groomed pubes. I couldn't believe how erotic your cock felt beneath the fabric against the bottom of my foot. Moisture ran from me onto the couch. "Sweet Fucker" I said softly. You smiled. You ran your hands over my calves and up my thighs. You took your palm, laid it against my pubic bone, and drew it down until the heel of your hand was over my aching clit. You held it there for just a moment, and then took it away. I wanted to stop you, but your command was like a bond of cement between my palms and the fabric of the couch. You picked up my other foot and ran your fingers between my toes. You ran wet sloppy kisses and bites all along it. You placed it against your chest and I could actually feel your heart beating under it. It was incredibly sensual. You took an ankle in each hand and placed my feet on either side of you. You got back on your knees and ran your hands up my thighs as you nestled your body between my legs. You slid your fingers back up my sides and around to my back where you pulled my hips to the front of the cushion. I slid through the marsh of wetness between my legs. Suddenly you embraced me fully and laid the side of your face against my chest. "You can move your hands." I instantly reached under your arms and around your back, pulling you to me as hard as I could. My cheek rubbed along yours as we pulled our faces back enough to look each other in the eyes. We felt the heart of each other as if it were us inside out. At the same exact moment we sought each other's mouth. It was like diving into a warm pool. Our breath mingled, our lips parted, our tongues sunk onto each other's and melted together by the most beautiful serpentine movements. You pulled back for a moment, then you touched your lips against mine and kissed me. You did the same to one lip at a time, repeating again and again. I was swimming in lust. I gently pulled at your lower lip with my teeth, and then I relaxed my mouth as you bathed my tongue with yours. I could not help but cry. I was so blown away by the delicacy of your seduction. You circled your hands around the back of my shoulders and took my face in your hands. "Wrap your legs around my waist Baby." I flexed my arm and leg muscles as you raised us up until you were standing. Your hands locked under my ass, my pussy lips pressed wet against the bare flesh exposed between your jean zipper's edges, and my head leaned against your shoulder. My arms and legs felt so good around you holding tight. I ran little kisses up and down your neck, thrilled to display my affection. When we reached the bedroom I found that the curtains were drawn, a fire burned, and candles were lit all around. It felt like I was entering a sanctuary, which I was. You took me, not to the bed, but to the fluffy white rug in front of the fireplace. I let go my legs and arms and sank to my knees. I curled my fingers into the waistband over your hips. I felt my little slut after your cock. You again extracted my hands and put them to my sides. You stepped back out of my reach and put your own thumbs into the waistband, then pulled your jeans down very slowly over your gorgeous erection, down your legs, and off over your feet. When you stood tall I had the luxury of surveying your physical realm. The amber glow from the flames richly illuminated your muscles. Your hard nipples were my hearts desire. Your cock stood, the quintessence of masculinity, glistening with natural lubricant that you spread up and down your shaft with a few light strokes of your hand. I could not help myself. "I have to have you." "And you shall" you said earnestly. "But not now: Lay down on your stomach." I sat down on my feet; my brows knit together "No. I need you inside of me right now" I whined. You stepped forward. "Lay down on your stomach." A shadow sunk in me. I felt crazy pent up desire. I did not move. I implored with my eyes. You took my face in your hands and whispered "Tracy, lay down." I closed my eyes and sighed. Your order made blood pulse in my clit. I smiled as I lay out on the soft rug. I wondered what was coming next. I heard you move away slightly then return. My nose filled with the sweet smell of peonies as I noticed a small vase of the flowers near my head on the hearth. You ran a hand through my hair then down my spine. I felt like ice melting under your touch. You looked down at my petite frame, appreciating my form and my blond hair shining in the fire's light. You knew the time was near, and that your patience would have its reward. You straddled my hips on your knees and then sat down on the top of my firm legs. The feeling of your sex descending made me wild. You pushed your hips forward and back until your hot wet shaft was nestled between my alabaster ass cheeks. "Do you like that?" Your cock twitched and drooled onto me. "Yes, yes I do." I heard a bottle top pop open and something being rubbed between your palms. I smiled again as I realized you were going to give me a massage with your large, powerful hands. As your palms pressed into my shoulders I lost a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I was literally under you now, and despite my thoughts having succumbed to you, my body knew to be alert. You leaned forward and increased the pressure. I moaned long and low. This was perfect luxury; your soft ball sack and erection on my ass and your warm palms on my tight muscles. You pushed down with your fingers onto my traps as if you were playing keys on a piano. You were playing me very well. I moaned loud, drifting again. "I'm glad you like it Precious." You drew your palms down my back on either side of my spine until you reached my lumbar spine, then you pushed sideways and back up. I moaned and moaned. I loved the way you were touching me, healing my body and keeping my sex simmering. You repeated the circle several times before moving up, and running your hands out and down my delts. I was clay and you were an artist molding it. You ran your hands over my arms and hands, then up my neck and through my hair. My entire being was absorbed in the moment. I was pulled out of my meditation by the feel of your weight lifting from me. I opened my eyes. You lifted up onto your knees. Your eyes held dark mischief and there was a more compelling tone to your voice as you said "Turn over for me." When I was lying once again, this time on my back, I had to say it: "My pleasure." Our bodies lying together in the golden light was just so beautiful. I felt a wave of heat flow between my hips as I gazed at your throbbing cock right in front of my eyes. I licked my lips and looked piercingly into your eyes. I pushed my breasts together, glancing from your eyes to your cock then back, and raised an eyebrow as I smiled. "Patience teaches patience Little One." "I am not patient." My voice sounded like gravel pouring. You laughed, but didn't respond. You took more oil between your hands, rubbed it around, and then laid your hands against the top of my breasts, drawing your hands outward, gently down, and then off of my arms. I found myself doing an inventory of my senses, noticing the smell of the flowers, the sound of the fire, the soft light flickering, and especially the feel of your weight, your sex on mine. I realized that I had everything I needed to call myself wealthy in that moment........ I closed my eyes and drifted in the glowing warmth. The "click" brought me back. Eyes suddenly wide open, I saw a wicked grin on your face as I felt you pull my free hand to the other one and close the second metal cuff. Lake Tahoe Test Drive During a trip to Lake Tahoe, the narrator is starting to see the dominoes fall as his plan to initiate his girlfriend into pornstar-like anal sex, double-penetration and creampie gangbangs with big-cock studs comes to fruition. Prologue "He's the one...him!" my girlfriend Maria whispered excitedly as we scanned the rows of slots in the casino. A good-looking guy glanced our way. He was light-skinned, appeared to be built pretty solid and looked of Hispanic origin. About our age or just a few years younger. "That guy there? You want him to DP you with me?" "Oooh, Yes!" "Okay, babe. I'll go over there, strike up a casual conversation and try to find out if he's into it. Maybe you should accentuate your ass and smile sexy at him when I talk to him. So whose cock's in your ass first?" Her stare was non-committal, but her lips curled up in a kind of half smile. "I want to film him fucking your ass, baby. Balls deep." I wasn't joking. "Oooooh!" "You're gonna suck his cock, lick his balls, eat out his ass if you want. But first I want you to French kiss him...for a long time. Be his girl. An erotic kiss to get things rolling. Get him so hot his balls are on fire and he can't wait to fuck you." "He looks hot." "Yeah, he's handsome looking. Maybe a little short. Of course, you're going bareback, right? And beg him to shoot inside you. That'll be a great shot, you arching your back and sticking out your beautiful, peach ass and I'll get a close-up of you squeezing his cum out of your asshole...a big load that keeps dripping out. And then you show us your wide-open gape. You gonna let him do it? You gonna look at the camera and say, 'ooh, baby, I love getting assfucked by big cocks. I love when big-cock guys cum in my ass.'" "You really want me to?" "Hell yeah. Now's the time. We talked about this. It's now or never, I guess. And how about I get a shot of you sucking his cum off the bed sheet after you squeeze it out of your ass?" "Pervert! I can't believe you said that. Like you don't love me? A fantasy's one thing, but this...really?" "I'm a little nervous but sure, you know I do. You'll probably be really into it if you go with it and know that I'm okay watching you do it with another guy. Maybe that'll make you want to get him off like he's never had before, too. It should be great, babe. Just act out your sluttiest fantasy for the camera, for him, for me. Once you get into it, you'll probably cum harder than you ever did." "I think I want to do it." "So what are you gonna tell him about how you wanna get DP'd?" "I'll say I hope he has a big one, 'cause when I get it in the booty and pussy at the same time, I always like the bigger one in my butt." "Ass, baby. Not booty, not butt. C'mon, a slut won't say that. He's gonna fuck your ass with his big cock." "Okay. I'll tell him I love his big cock and want him to put it anywhere. And cum in me." "Shit, I don't know if we're gonna even make it over to ask him because I feel like whipping my cock out right now and jacking off all over you." "I'll just get on my knees right here and jerk you off, and look at him and wink?" "Oh man, that'd be erotic. He comes over and you move to him, kiss him, pull down his zipper, grab his cock and start jacking him off and sucking his tongue while looking at me. I might lose my load right here in the casino watching you." "Oooh, that's making me wet. And he sticks his fingers in my pussy and ass. And I'm kissing him deeper with my tongue, and not taking my eyes off you as I squeeze his big cock and rub his balls. That'll make you cum?" "Fuck. My balls are getting tight. Let's go for it. We'll walk toward him and catch his eye, then I'll make my way over after we exchange glances and nod hi to each other." "I can't believe we're gonna have a DP party!" "Hell yeah, we're gonna DP you, but first we're gonna take turns fucking you in the ass, one after the other, until you're begging for both our cocks at the same time. Maybe we'll even cum in you first, before we DP you. How's that? Might take awhile. And you should definitely swallow his cum first. You'll be his all-hole whore, baby. It'll be hot." "Promise?" ——— I'd wanted to share Maria ever since our first date. I had known her for several years from the medical office where she worked, but even though she was always nice toward me, I only visited her as a patient, so never thought of her in a personal way. Plus, she always wore a white medical coat, so I never got the slightest look at her figure. She didn't have a face as pretty as a runway model, but her chestnut eyes were warm and sensual, and her smile was becoming. And I really liked her skin tone. She was definitely attractive and feminine, and I always felt comfortable around her. She'd told me she emigrated from Cuba when she was a kid; her dad was white and her mom — who I later met — was a beautiful Afro-Cuban. I'd recently started a new job that had good medical benefits, so one day late in the afternoon I called her office for an appointment. The usual front-office girl didn't answer; Maria did. It had been awhile since I'd seen her, so we got to talking. That's when she casually crossed the line from business to personal — for the very first time. "Do you date?" was the way she put it. I chuckled a little to myself at first, since I'd never thought of her in that way, but after initially brushing her off, it dawned on me: why the hell wouldn't I want to go on a date with her? So we set up a dinner. The night I picked her up, as she locked her apartment door, I realized it was the first time I'd seen her in anything other than a baggy medical outfit. She was wearing a tight dress with a halter-top. As she twisted the doorknob, her ass was sticking out like a basketball. I don't mean fat. Maria is a petite girl with ideal proportions, even a bit on the thin side. But she had a bubble ass and I immediately wanted to spread it wide open and stick my tongue in it. And then my hard cock. I must've been ogling at her, or had a stupid grin on my face, because when she locked the door and turned toward me, she looked at me as if the perversion were written all over my face. I saw her expression and thought I'd blown my chance. Fortunately she brushed it off and we went out. The date didn't go badly, actually. We didn't screw, but I remember her letting me show her some light physical affection; not too much to turn her off but enough to get a "yes" when I asked if we could get together again. Soon after, she moved in with me and I got to feel, squeeze, massage and taste that perfect ass. She was an anal virgin so despite my repeated attempts, we were never able to achieve a long ass-fucking session. But I got off many times in her pussy and on her face, tits and peachy ass, and she was a great ball sucker. Once, after sucking my balls and jerking me off so perfectly that I squirted a 6-foot long rope of jizz—the most I ever produced at once—she said she wanted to keep sucking my balls 'til they were rotten. Fucking whore. I jammed her face down into my ass and she rimmed me till I just about screamed. She even let me piss on her in the shower. Whenever we had down times as a couple, they never lasted long because there was always raw sexual attraction between us. And the more we fucked, the higher I would escalate the sexual ceiling. I would talk dirtier and dirtier to her, telling her things I wanted to do, things I wanted to see her do. She learned pretty quickly I thought she'd look great taking on lots of big cocks. It wasn't that I was interested in cocks. It was because I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to see her filled with cocks every which way I could imagine. Total objectification and obsession, sure. But in this case, there was someone real to go along with the fantasy—Maria. And she became more and more a willing partner in our verbal fantasy stories. When she was on her period, sometimes I'd rent a few porn videos and jerk off to them in the front room while she was in bed dealing with cramps and watching TV. The following evening when I'd come home from work, she'd set out a loving note with a special message, saying things like, "I'm sorry I'm on my period. I got so horny; I could hear the tapes you were watching last night. Let's have a DP party!" That's when it became clear we were speaking the same language, and it was my mission to make my sweetheart an assfucking phenomenon for others to squeeze, spear and cream. I had to get pictures from every conceivable angle of her perfectly-rounded ass and tight asshole getting reamed by big cocks. It was my ultimate goal to film her getting gangbanged bareback by a bunch of big cocks, all of whom would shoot off multiple times inside her ass, pussy and mouth. Of course crossing the line from fantasy to reality meant planning and, mostly, safety and precaution, health-wise. I wanted Maria to be my personal pornstar but I didn't want to risk her getting STDs. So I knew I had to learn how to screen potential partners not only to ensure they were disease-free but also not psychos. So I also inquired about hiring physical security to manage the peace and goodwill of these upcoming encounters we were going to make happen. What was most important was to create a positive and comfortable atmosphere for Maria so that she could let go of all inhibitions. Because I only wanted to see her at her best...and the faces and stiff cocks of the guys as she milked them for more sperm than they ever dreamed they could shoot. They'd all fall in love with her. And want to be with her, again and again and again. That's what I wanted to capture. ***** FEEDBACK WELCOME...Interested in reading more of this story? It's only beginning...