1 comments/ 10789 views/ 2 favorites New Deal By: WatchingAndWaiting The strange man sat down on the couch next to Sars and put his hand on her leg. The gesture was familiar and casually intimate. The gesture of a lover. She snuggled closer to him and put both of her hands onto his thigh, sliding one of them over into his crotch to find signs of life stirring his manhood. She licked her lips and smiled, glancing over to look straight into the camera for just a fraction of a moment before returning her attention to the monster in her lover's lap. As her fingers massaged the man's thighs and traced around the expanding outline in his slacks, Tim watched silently, his erection growing despite his feelings of betrayal. The guest room had been hastily prepared with a television, an old mattress, and little else apart from a massive lock on its door. The only light in the room was the CCTV in front of him. The two ardent friends caressed one another in grainy black and white, oblivious of the surveillance... Well, almost oblivious. Sars knew, and she was making the most of it with occasional, wicked glances as if to say "This is how it is now, bitch." Tim's mind was awash with emotions - jealousy, sadness, bitterness, anger, but all of these were dim seconds to the arousal that swirled through him. He ached to stroke himself, but she had handcuffed his hands together behind his back before her stud had arrived. When he had returned from Bristol, their greeting had been pretty normal - he hadn't been sure of what to say or how to approach the topic of Perry's visit, and she hadn't mentioned anything. She had been happy to see him, and for a moment he thought maybe it was all some kind of fucked up dream, or that he had just been lied to. She hadn't, couldn't have, had anything to do with the stranger that had knocked on his door and raped his mouth. She was his loving girlfriend, kissing him and holding his hand as they made their way from the tube station to the terrace house they shared. After dinner that night she had coaxed him into the bedroom where she had set up candles and she had stripped off his clothing before climbing into bed with him, clad only in a thong, and sliding her fingers down to encircle his half-erect cock. "So... Were you a good boy while you were away?" She asked playfully, stroking him gently while she used her other hand to pinch and twist his nipples, drawing moans from between his parted lips. "Yes," he sighed, eyes half closed. "Really?" She asked, increasing the pace of her strokes just slightly. "You didn't do anything naughty? Anything you shouldn't have?" She knew! His cock went limp as fear coursed through him. "I..." "You what?" Her strokes continued as she purred in his ear, twisting his nipples in turn; pressing her body against his. "What did you do? Did you do anything... Bad? Hmmm?" Despite his fear, her attentions were arousing, and he felt his cock growing once more as he stammered. "I... Er..." "You what?" She pinched his right nipple hard, drawing a cry out of his mouth. He sounded like a distressed girl. "Did you look at porn and play with your little dickie? Did you?" "I..." "Did you?!" His nipple received another savage tweak. "Yes! I did, I..." "What kind of porn were you looking at, hmmm?" "I..." Now his left nipple was punished. "Men! It was man porn-gay porn..." "Awww... I know what you like, baby... I know what you want... Anything else?" "I... Umm..." "Did you suck a stranger's cock while you were gone, hmmm?" She was stroking him faster now. Once more fully erect, his penis was little more than six inches, and precum was already dribbling from its tip. "You did, huh? Shhhh... I know, baby, I know. Shhhh." She pressed a finger to his lips. It was coated in his precum, and she rubbed it back and forth across his lips. "Shhhh, baby. I know about your visitor. Did you like it? Your little surprise? Did you like... Hung Bristol Twenty-four? I bet you did, huh? Oh, I can tell that you did! Your little dickie's positively swollen! Well..." She rolled onto him, her little frame straddling his chest. "I thought you might..." He was pressing his hips toward her, aching to bury himself in her as she eased herself back towards his searching cock before looking up into his eyes. "Oh, no, honey. That's not happening. Not anymore," she cooed, "You want to be fucked by men? Well so do I," she giggled, "You don't qualify... But you can still eat..." And she slid herself forward to straddle his face. Her cunt was sopping wet as she smothered him with it and leaned back, supporting herself on her right hand while she used her left one to savagely tweak his nipples, one after the other. He lapped at her pussy, her juices flowing into his mouth and down his throat as he licked and sucked, his tongue guided by her moans and the tweaks to his nipples. His hips pumped the air as she rode his face, grinding herself against his mouth and nose. He gasped as the motions of her gyrations allowed him to suck intermittent breaths of cool air between suffocating moments of wetness locked against his face. She was no longer paying any attention to him, pumping against his tongue, shifting her position minutely here and there, the fingers of her right hand buried in his hair, holding him tightly as she fucked his mouth and her breathing got louder and heavier. He could feel her heartbeat pumping and her hips bucking. His mind was growing dizzy with arousal and lack of oxygen as she rode him harder and harder, all selfishness focused on her own sex until suddenly, with a cry that split the air, she started cumming on his face. Pressing herself harder than ever against his nose and mouth, he could feel waves of secretion oozing down into his throat, choking him as she kneaded her pussy against him harder and harder, the sounds of her orgasm vibrating the walls until her cries slowed, her grip relaxed, and she rolled off of him. Air had flooded into his lungs and he had rolled over to her, his own need suddenly more urgent. She ignored him for a few moments while her ecstasy subsided, and then reached over to play with his nipples once more. "You liked sucking that cock, didn't you?" She had reached for his hand and guided it down to his own cock. "Liked being used? Fucked? Violated? It's everything you've been asking for." He was moaning, delirious with arousal as he jacked himself off and she played with his nipples, her fingers flicking back and forth to twiddle, pinch, and twist. "I know it is, baby, I know... And there's more to come, I promise-No, shhhh... I promise, baby. We'll have men lining up to-" With a grunt he came all across his belly. The semen was watery and thin. "Good boy," she said, wiping her hands and getting up. She had pulled on a skirt and a shirt and walked out of the room to go and clean up. He had lay there for just a moment, bewildered, before reaching for a t shirt to clean his chest off with. Emerging from the bedroom a few moments later, he had found her in the kitchen where she was just pouring herself a glass of red wine and working on something that had apparently been simmering on the stove. "Babe?" He'd approached her, somewhat tentative. "Want a glass of wine," she had asked, all sunshine and breeze. "Yes, please," he had responded. "Babe?" "Yes?" "I was wondering-" "If you want to talk to me about sex," she poured the wine and slid the glass across the counter towards him, "I'm not interested." "Bu-" "We can talk about it later," was all she would say. After a few more tries, he'd let the subject drop, and their night had been fairly pleasant. Over the next week or so there had been no mention of sex, or of the encounter in Bristol, and their bed had been slept in, but little else had happened there. The few times he had made overtures, he had been efficiently, if not unkindly, refused, and there had been more than one late night session after she had fallen asleep. Finally, on that Friday evening, she had dropped down onto the couch next to him and, sliding her hand onto his thigh, had whispered in his ear. "I'm horny... You?" His cock had jumped, and he had licked his lips, nodding in reply. She was wearing a short, pleated plaid skirt and a white button-up blouse. Her hair was done up in pony tails and, and she had completed the ensemble with black stockings and little black Mary-janes. "I've got a surprise for you then," she had purred into his ear, her hand stroking his thigh, her finger tracing lines around the edge of his sex as she produced a blindfold. "You have to wear this if you wanna see your surprise," she'd dangled the strip of black fabric in front of him, her fingers teasing his cock through his trousers; never quite touching it. He nodded again and she had turned and straddled his lap, facing him, her tits, visible through the thin material of her shirt, inches from his mouth as she tied the blindfold over his eyes, cinching it tight behind his head and adjusting the front so that it blacked out his whole vision. Once he had been blinded, she stood and, taking his hand, led him from the living room, down the hall to the doorway of the second, unused bedroom. "If you cooperate like a good boy, you'll get something exciting, baby," her whisper in his ear was hot as she led him into the centre of the room and circled around behind him to cuff his hands together behind his back. "You like that, baby," she'd asked, her voice naughty as she traced her finger around his body and suddenly he had felt a thin, cold point against his skin. He worked out it was a knife as it scraped lightly against his belly and he had just begun to grow alarmed before she was slicing the shirt off of him. Next, she went to work on his trousers, leaving him standing in the middle of the guest room in just a pair of pants and a blindfold. She guided him through space, leading him along like a pet until his foot touched something on the ground. A mattress. Cooing and giggling, she pulled him down to the mattress and, fingers toying once more around his package without ever actually touching it, she whispered hotly in his ear. "I'm so fucking horny, baby. All week I've been thinking about your adventures and it's got me so fucking hot..." Her tongue was on his left nipple, her hand tweaking his right one as she started grinding against his leg. He felt her other hand reach up to his head, felt the blindfold being untied. "Shhhh," she purred, "Lay still. Just... Wait." With that, she had gotten up and walked off. The next thing he heard was the sound of the door shutting and a lock being turned. He had waited for some time and nothing happened. After a while, the sound of the front door opening reached his ears and suddenly he could hear voices in the hall. He had struggled to sit up, and the blindfold fell away from his eyes. The room was dark, apart from a television mounted on the wall, up in the corner, showing a view of the living room. As he had watched, Sars had entered the frame, leading a large, athletic man in behind her, and they had sat on the couch and gotten comfortable. He was standing in front of her now and she was undoing his zip; his belt, dropping his trousers to the floor to reveal a pair of well-toned legs and a generous bulge in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. Her delight was evident as she jiggled his enormous bulge, her fingers going to grasp it, to clasp it, to stroke and play and touch. It made her hands look small, so large was this massive tool, and Tim felt himself blush as he thought about what it would feel like to have it inside of him. His girlfriend was eagerly playing with a stranger's package and all he could think of was being stuffed with the same thick rod she was so enamored with. His shame only fueled his arousal as he watched, unable to take his eyes off the image. He could hear the muffled sounds of their laughter and conversation through the walls as he watched her ask the man a question, then get up and cross the room, her ass weaving wantonly as she made her way to the counter and poured another glass of wine, bringing it back with the same shameless sway and offering it to him. She was going to be fucked. She glanced at the camera as if to confirm it, a secret smile flashing for an instant before she pushed the strange man back down onto the couch and straddled him just as she had done Tim, less than an hour ago. A pair of white cotton pants were just visible, peeking out from beneath the skirt as she gyrated her hips gently, humping him through his pants, and they drank wine. The man reached out and put a massive hand on her hip, slowly sliding it down and around to come to rest on her ass. Tim watched as she giggled and squirmed, pressing herself against the man's erection, and pushing back to meet his meaty grasp. He had both hands on her ass now and he was playing with it, pulling it apart and kneading it gently, his hands wandering all over as he slid them beneath the waistband of her little pants and massaged her cheeks. He pushed down the edge of the pants to reveal her ass and his fingers, searching out her tiny asshole and pressing against it gently. She was enjoying herself so much. Making herself into a slut for this stranger-this man who-she had to know this guy. Their touching was too familiar, too intimate for this to be their first meeting. She had her tongue down his throat, their kisses passionate, full, deep, and lingering. Tim could feel his anger and humiliation boiling up inside him as he watched her squirm, pushing back against her lover's fingers as they penetrated her asshole. The man on the screen had his other hand on her breasts now, feeling them; weighing them, bouncing them. he was pinching her nipples through the thin material of her blouse, undoing her top button by button until it was open and her perfect tits came into view. Now his finger was searching lower, gently reaching for the moist darkness between her legs. This strange man was fingering Sars and she was letting him! Enjoying it, pushing herself against him, crushing her pussy against his pants, all thoughts of Tim and of the camera forgotten, she had given herself over totally to the ecstasy of his fingers in her pussy; his lips on her nipple. In one fluid motion, he stood, holding her effortlessly against him as though she weighed nothing, he tore off her pants and, pulling down his own, carried her out of the screen and down the hall, past the guest bedroom, to the bedroom Tim shared with Sars. Tim could hear the muffled sounds of her giggles and the low, deep rumble of the man's voice in the corridor as they entered the room and, before he knew it, she was moaning and sighing. He swore he could hear the sound of the bed creaking, and the occasional bass sound of the man's voice saying something as their evident love-making gained pace. Tim was miserable as he rolled over onto his stomach and began humping into his pants, against the bare mattress on the floor as he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked in the next room, her gasps and sighs coming to him with increasing volume as the bull buried his enormous cock in her sopping wet pussy over and over again, slamming against her cunt, her clit. Suddenly the television screen flickered to life once more and Tim could see a view of the bedroom. She had evidently somehow switched the feed over, and was looking straight at the camera, a wicked smile on her face. The stranger was behind her and she was on her stomach, ass in the air, one arm stretched out in front of her on the bed while the other snaked beneath her to play feverishly with her clit. He gripped her by the hips and pounded her mercilessly from behind as she lost interest in the camera once more, swept away by the sensations of her lover's thrusts. Tim ground his cock against the mattress beneath him and watched as Sars was violated, taken completely by the stranger in his bed, his body tingling with shame and arousal as he bucked and bucked, mashing his little cock repeatedly beneath him. His girlfriend's face was awash with ecstasy and delight, the stranger had his thumb buried in her ass and she was bucking against him with utter abandon as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her cries were clearly audible in the miserable guest room where Tim fucked himself against the shabby mattress and watched as the stranger gripped her even more tightly, pulling himself all the way into her pussy and holding her by the hips as he bucked and bucked and grunted and moaned, the deep sounds of his bass voice signalling his own orgasm, deep inside her sopping pussy, he rode her as his movements gradually lost their pace and he finally dropped onto the bed to lie beside her, their faces radiant with satisfaction and sweat. Tim gave a little gasp as his own cock started to spew into his pants and then he lay, covered in his own shame and exhaustion, watching the pair of lovers eventually, fall asleep. He watched for a long time before he, too, drifted off to sleep, dreams of Sars playing in his mind. New Delights with an Old Friend [Thanks to everyone for the delicious feedback I've been receiving. If you're a woman with a special lesbian fantasy, do tell me about it, and we'll see if I can create a story about it. Meanwhile, loving each other is the best part of our lives, so cheers to all of you.] * "Don't fall asleep," she said. I smiled to myself as I felt her strong hands working my shoulders and back. "Don't worry, this is too nice for me to sleep." How amazing it was to be there on that bed with her. A business trip to San Francisco, a reunion with an old friend I hadn't seen in years, and there I was on my belly on a bed with Cleo straddling my legs as her hands pressed and squeezed me through my cotton blouse. What would my husband think? Nothing sexual had happened so far. Cleo and I had never been lovers, but I knew she was a lesbian, and the erotic tension was certainly present. Would something happen between us? Was I ready for it? Her massage relaxed me so much, but there was hardly a danger I'd fall asleep. We'd had a long day touring the city. Yes, I was tired, but it was still early in the evening and the erotic possibilities kept me wide awake. I lay there purring beneath her hands as I thought of the lovely day we'd had together. We'd been close friends years ago, but at that time I'd never known she was gay. This morning she'd come right out and admitted it to me, and if I was surprised, my surprise was mild. Maybe I'd always suspected she might be gay, and anyway it made no difference to me--especially since unknown to my husband I had an occasional fling with a woman when it was possible. I told Cleo about that this morning when she revealed she never dated men any more. Her response was a pleased look. "Well, that's news," she said. And when our eyes met, it was obvious something might happen between us, an embellishment of an old friendship. This massage had been Cleo's idea, what they call a portentous moment, since it was obvious to both of us that if I agreed it would take our friendship into new territory. Ordinarily, that might not be so, but with our admissions in the morning about Cleo as gay and myself as experienced with women, a massage was more than just a massage. What did I want? I was far from certain about that in any general sense, but there was no doubt now that Cleo's hands on my body felt wonderful. My loose blouse was out of my jeans and Cleo's hands were on my lower back. Then her hands slid under my blouse and up my back to work my shoulders again, this time on bare skin. "Mmm, that's good," I said. "It's a treat that we're together again." "Yes." "You know, I always lusted after you." "Really? I did wonder about you sometimes." "But I never made a pass, did I? You had your marriage. If I'd known you were into women, I might have made a move." "But I wasn't, you know. Not then. That happened later." "Anyway, here we are." Was she about to make a pass, about to suggest sex? I thought about my husband. He knew nothing about this part of my life, and I wanted to keep it that way. Should I be condemned for that? We had a good marriage, two lovely children, contentment, mutual interests, everything worked. Why should the fact that I occasionally and secretly enjoyed sex with another woman destroy our marriage? Maybe he already suspected it. My deceit was only half complete, since if he ever asked, I would certainly tell him everything. But at the moment I was on a bed with Cleo straddling my body, and I had no interest in anything else. We had never had any contact like this, no more than a kiss on the cheek when we met or said goodby. I realized now that I wanted more, wanted whatever would happen between us. I moaned as her hands slid up and down my back. She had my blouse pushed all way up to my shoulders to expose the back of my bra. She tugged at the bra. "Can we get this out of the way?" So this was the next portentous moment. It would be the next step into new territory for us. I did want it. I sat up. Our eyes met. She smiled at me as she slowly unbuttoned my blouse. When the buttons were undone, she helped me slip out of the blouse and tossed it to the foot of the bed. There I was with only my bra on top, my jeans still on and my feet bare. Instead of getting rid of the bra, Cleo kissed me, a short kiss, then a more lingering kiss. Her tongue probed and my mouth opened to her. As we kissed with passion, she closed her hands over my bra covered breasts and squeezed gently. Then our lips parted and we looked at each other. She was older than me by a few years. I'd always thought her extremely attractive, and she was still attractive now in her late forties. She had dark hair with hints of gray, the short hairstyle emphasizing her lovely features. She was really lovely--and also one of the most intelligent people I'd ever known. I was completely comfortable with her, and there was no way I could resist this new phase of our friendship. Her eyes were on my bra-covered breasts. "You're as lovely as ever." "It's been almost ten years." "I don't see any change." I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, then slipped it off my shoulders and away from my breasts. Cleo's eyes glowed. "Luscious." "And a bit droopy." "But luscious." "Oh, hell." I laughed and lay on my belly again. "Let's get back to the massage." She straddled my upper thighs again, her hands once more massaging my shoulders. Then I felt her lean forward and kiss my neck. I shivered with pleasure. "Mmm, I like that," I said. She kissed my neck again, and this time I could feel her wet tongue licking my skin. She knew all the right spots on my neck, and before long she had me groaning under her lips and tongue. She whispered in my ear. "I think you like this." I groaned. "Yes, I do." She suddenly stopping kissing my neck, climbed off me and left the bed. "I'll be right back," she said as she headed for the bathroom. I lay waiting for her, thoroughly aroused now and eager for whatever might happen. When she returned, I turned away from her and she lay beside me and cuddled against my body. We lay close together with her right arm around my waist. Then I suddenly felt the hardness pressing against my bottom. Curious, I slipped my right hand behind me and soon felt the source of the hardness. I groaned. "Where did this come from?" "I just put it on." "You're nasty." "It can't be your first time. Tell me the truth." "No, it's not the first time." "And you like it?" "Yes." Yes, I liked it. With the right woman, it could be marvelous. As Cleo moved her hips against me, rubbing the strap-on into my bottom, it was obvious she was as aroused as I was. I pictured her in a harness and dildo. The image was certainly exciting, since I knew well how intense the pleasure could be on the receiving end. She'd be good. I knew Cleo would be good at it. I felt her hand stroking my belly. She hadn't touched my breasts yet, only looked at them when I'd removed my bra. I yearned for her to touch me. At last I felt her fingertips stroke the underside of my left breast, just a light caress, but enough to produce a tingle between my legs. Of course I was wet. Teasing like this always set me off. Now Cleo's fingertips dug under my breast and stroked me there also. She obviously knew how to tease. I turned my body to give her hand more access, and her fingers slowly moved to my nipple and gently squeezed it. She whispered in my ear: "Feel good?" "Yes." "I love your tits." I moaned as she squeezed my breast. Her fingers took hold of my nipple again, this time squeezing it harder, almost on the edge of pain. "Am I hurting you?" she asked. "No, I like it." "Let me get them both." She slid her left arm under my body, and now she had both hands on my breasts, each nipple caught between her fingers. She squeezed and twisted both nipples and I felt the jolts of pleasure down to my pussy. Finally, I turned over to face her and our mouths met in a hungry kiss. With our mouths open, we slapped our tongues together, then took turns sucking our tongues between our lips. Her hands were all over my breasts, pulling at them, twisting my nipples as I moaned with pleasure. She suddenly pulled away and rose from the bed and started undressing. I watched her, my pulse racing as her large swinging breasts came into view, the light brown nipples extended and looking succulent. She removed everything except her boxers, the front of the shorts tented by her strap-on. Her hands holding her breasts up, she saw my eyes on her crotch and laughed. "Oh, you do want it, don't you? And I'm going to give it to you." Then she lay down beside me and I was in her arms again, this time with our bare breasts rubbing against each other. My nipples were erect, the tips of my breasts so swollen I could feel the tightness. As we kissed, I slid my hands down Cleo's back and inside the waistband of her boxers to hold and squeeze her ass. She had a big lovely ass. She groaned and bent her face to my breasts, sucked a nipple into her mouth and pulled on it. She released my breast. "What do you like?" "Everything," I replied. "I want to eat you up. I want to kiss you everywhere." I giggled. "Mmm, that's an offer I won't refuse." "Let's get you undressed. I want you naked." We both worked to get my jeans off. And then, as I lay on my back, she gave me a sultry look and slowly pulled my panties down my hips and thighs and off my legs. I felt wanton as I opened my thighs to show her my pussy. She gazed at it with lust in her eyes and smiled. "Sweet pussy," she said. "I've wanted to see it for years." I teased her. "Aren't they all the same?" She laughed. "Thank God, no!" I found exposing myself to her incredibly exciting. I'd known her for years, never thought about sex with her, yet here I was with my legs wide open and my pussy naked under her eyes. What would she do to me? I wanted everything. I pointed at her boxers. "Those should come off. I want to see what you've got there." She chuckled. "You're eager for it." "Yes I am." I watched as she rose from the bed and wriggled out of the boxers to stand with a black harness and a lovely pink cock pointing at me. She took the cock in her hand and wagged it at me. "Interested?" "What do you think?" She moved forward. "Want to suck it?" The idea excited me and I sat up on the edge of the bed. She stood between my legs and I took the cock in my mouth. It felt wonderful, spongy and smooth, the head a lovely suck. Finally I pulled my mouth away. "I want to be fucked with this." She laughed. "Not yet." She leaned forward to kiss my mouth, and then her face slid down to kiss and lick my breasts. She sucked each nipple between her lips, then slid further down to lick my belly and tickle my navel with her tongue. I wanted her mouth on my sex, but when she moved further down she teased me, avoiding my pussy to instead kiss the insides of my thighs. Frustrated, I humped my crotch at her face, and finally she laughed and started licking my labia, licking up and down and then in between, and at last pulling me open to give a long lick from the bottom of my hole to the top of my clit, then back to my hole again to suck at my juices. The wet sound of her sucking mouth thrilled me. This was Cleo's face in my pussy. After all these years, there she was lapping at me like a hungry cat. After a while I pulled my legs up to give her more access. Now her licking became more extensive, up and down from near my anus to the hood of my clitoris. Would she lick my ass? I love having it done to me, but I'm always bashful about asking for such an intimate act. As if reading my mind, she dipped her head lower and I felt her tongue there, at first a playful lapping and tickling, and then the feel of the tip of her tongue pushing at the entrance. I suppose my groaning let her know I wanted it. She kept pushing, and when I lost my qualms and pushed out, her tongue slipped inside like a slithering little animal. She knew everything, knew all about how to do it, and my only regret was that it didn't last. After a playful bite at my anus with her teeth, she moved her mouth back up to my clit and went to work on it. I held my knees up and wide apart as she suctioned my clit between her lips and rapidly wagged her face from side to side. I love having my clit sucked and rubbed like that, and I soon came hard, bucking my cunt at her mouth as she kept my clit imprisoned between her lips. When I calmed down, she moved her mouth to my hole to suck out my juices. She kept at it, slurping at my wet sex, and then finally she pulled her mouth away. She sat up and smiled at me. "I've been dreaming about that for years." I lowered my legs to the mattress. "I don't believe you." "It's true. I told you I've always had a great lust for you. Was it good?" "The best. You're wonderful." "Let me fuck you now." Of course I agreed. She shifted forward and raised my legs to her shoulders. She started rubbing the tip of the cock against my lips and around my hole, and then she had the head inside and she eased forward to slide the shaft into my vagina. It felt marvelous, as good as any real cock, and of course it would never wilt. Cleo knew how to do it, knew how to move her hips with an occasional grinding when she was all the way inside me. Some of the women who have done it to me have been clumsy. Cleo was not clumsy at all. She knew how to fuck. During all the years I'd known her, I'd never guessed her secret talents. She made me come again. The orgasm was inevitable, since I love getting fucked. I came hard, and after that she pulled out of my pussy and lay down beside me. We kissed and hugged, cuddling against each other. "That was wonderful," I said. "You make me wish you lived in New York." "You'd get tired of me." "No, I wouldn't. You're too exciting." "I'm no runway model." "You're fishing for compliments." She purred. "Maybe, but it's true. I've put on weight and my ass is too big." "I love big asses. Speaking of asses, get on all fours and let me play with it." She laughed. "You're kidding." When I assured her I wasn't kidding, she gave me a coy smile. She rose from the bed, got rid of the harness and strap-on, then knelt on the bed on all fours with her ass in the air. She had wide hips and a lovely round ass. I ran my palms over it, tracing the smooth curves. "You do have a nice ass." "I didn't think you noticed." "Oh, I always notice asses." "We've missed some fun all these years." "Yes." I ran a finger between her labia and up into the crack of her ass and over her anus. When I heard a soft moan, I chuckled. "Oh, I think I've found a sensitive spot." "Where?" I touched her anus. "Right here in Fun Central." "You're teasing." I stroked her pussy again and felt the wetness. "You're dripping." "I wonder why." On my knees behind her, I put my mouth to her cunt and started sucking her juices. She groaned and pushed back against my face. Wet pussies were what kept me interested in women. I loved them, loving sucking them, loved the hot wetness and the taste of a leaking vagina. I continued sucking her like that until she came. At the end, she wiggled her ass in my face and told me she loved me. "I've always loved you," she said, flat on the bed now, her body still trembling. "You love me because I just sucked you off." She giggled. "That too." "What else do you want?" "Fuck me. Use the strap-on and give it to me from behind." And that's what I did. We both took great pleasure in it. I usually prefer to be on the receiving end, but making love to Cleo was a novelty, and holding her round hips while I worked her pussy with a cock became more and more exciting as she scaled up the hill to an orgasm. I loved it, loved wearing the cock and thrusting with it. I decided I would do more of it when I returned home. This interlude with Cleo reminded me how much I needed to get back to women. I'd always loved women. I knew I was a lesbian the first time I kissed a girl in high school. Meanwhile I adored Cleo, sliding into her, loving it, and grateful that I had her as a friend and lover. New Dentist in Town I am a 29 year old man who became a dentist four years ago from a college in Maine and who opened a practice in Miami. I wanted the warm weather and also I love to fish and so I picked my practice location for those reasons. Since I was just starting and had no money, I set up my equipment in an old house which was owned by my uncle and who hadn't used it for a few years. Our arrangement was for me to keep it up so that its value would stay up and I could stay there for as long as I liked. It was a deal I couldn't refuse. Also, it was near a very good neighborhood where there might be a lot of well-heeled patients. I set up my office in the ground floor and lived in the second floor so my house and business rents were for free. About a week after I started, I got my first call from a woman who wanted to come in right away because she had a toothache. She admitted that she had tried to find a dentist and someone had told her of my sign on the house I had moved into. I told her to come right over. Fifteen minutes later a very attractive woman entered my door as my first patient. She had the classic case of an infected tooth and I was able to find the problem and give her antibiotics to cure the infection and stop the pain. I told her that we would have to look at the tooth after her pain went away and see what needed to be done next. We set up an appointment for one week later. When she showed up, she was wearing short, short shorts and a lacy top with no bra! She had enormous nipples that poked thru the lace and I couldn't take my eyes off of her big tits. I put her in the chair and dropped her back so that I could go to work on her tooth. she kept telling me how grateful she was for my taking away her pain. I tried to be professional and work on her mouth but she started to rub my cock with the arm that was near me and with her big nipples sticking out and her obvious rubbing, I got hard. She unzipped me and pulled out my hard cock and put it in her mouth. As she opened her mouth she said, "This is what I need to make my mouth feel better," and started to suck me. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth and drove my cock all the way up to my balls into her luscious lips. She gagged and moaned as I thrust into her until I shoved my dick into her mouth all the way and erupted with what felt like the biggest orgasm I have ever had. It had been a few months since I had last had a woman and I was very horny. She got most of it down her throat and the little that went on her cheek she wiped into her mouth as I pulled my cock out. She was so beautiful that I didn't even get soft but put my hand on her crotch and felt her very wet cunt. I pushed her panties aside and slid three fingers into her cunt as she moaned and spread her legs. I couldn't wait and I got between her legs and slid my cock into her cunt holding her shorts and panties aside. She pulled off her shorts and panties and spread her legs up near her head so that she was wide open and I proceeded to fuck her as hard as I could for about twenty minutes until I had the second biggest orgasm of my life into her cunt. In the meantime, she must have cum about twenty times. As we came down from this fantastic fuck, she put her nipple in my mouth and asked me to suck it hard and pinch the other nipple hard. She moaned and had another few orgasms while I sucked her nipples. I am not the most experienced lover in the world but I had never heard of a woman who could cum by having her nipples sucked. Since I am a real "tit" man, I loved it. I made sure that it took a number of visits to ensure that her tooth was fixed and her cavities filled. She like anal sex, along with any other, and she filled my early days, as my practice grew, with incredible sex. Aside from fixing her tooth, Norma, my first patient, became my best salesperson. She told her rich girl friends about this young, hung and horny dentist who not only took care of the mouth (in more ways than one) but also the pussy and ass. I began to get calls, about once every two to three weeks, from a woman who said that I was recommended by Norma. I always made an appointment for two hours for these women and they were all fantastic fucks. Everyone was a trophy bride from some rich dude who married a much younger woman but couldn't keep up with her. I was glad to sacrifice my body for this worthy cause. In fact, over a few months, Norma had six of her friends sign up with me on a regular basis. Since they knew that I lived up stairs because I had all of them up there for some bedroom sex, they called often when their husbands were busy making millions on the many trips they had to take. With Norma and the others, I found myself getting royally fucked and/or sucked at least twice a day. I had a hard time making room for fishing and that's one of the main reasons I came to Miami! The reason I was so busy, was that they had every reason to visit me with no one getting suspicious during the day and I was relatively safe in terms of infections, and it was in my best interests to be quiet about what was going on. During the evening, they could pull into my garage and close the door before getting out of their cars. I have a very strange social life that has evolved over the past three years. Almost every night during the week, one of the seven women will come over about seven or eight pm and stay with me until about eleven pm or so. They don't ever want to go out because they won't risk being seen by someone who knows their husbands. All they want is good hard sex. Four of them want kinky sex in term of being tied up and some light spanking or pussy whipping, and they all love for me to call them sluts and whores and good for nothing but fucking pigs, etc. The nastier I make it the more they love it. A psychiatrist could make much of what they all feel. I don't care, I'm having the time of my life. The week ends mostly belong to me. I go fishing most week-ends and am relieved to relax my body getting ready for the week days to start. I have a selection of sex toys, and soft hand and feet cuffs for the kinky, to amuse the women as I wait for my hard-on to come back. I'm surprised that they have not asked to come over with others but I guess the complete freedom of doing any sex thing they want, without anyone else knowing, is part of why they come ever. They don't know this, but I have four cameras placed around my bedroom, but hidden very cleverly. I have an array of controls which will zoom each camera as I wish. I have the controls next to my audio equipment so that the women think I am adjusting the stereo as I zoom in on their sucking or taking a foot long black dildo up their cunts. The audio from the cameras is also finely placed so that even their whispers are clear and understood. Most of the time, they are squealing. One of my favorites, and there are many, is one woman who is on her back with her legs spread and she is jamming a foot long, thick dildo up her ass as I lightly whip her thighs and pussy. I have my cock in her mouth. Every time the leather hits her cunt she give out a high pitched whine and at the end, she is cumming almost continuously. Her head is hanging over the edge of the bed so that I can fuck her easily while standing next to the bed. When I am ready to cum, I jam my cock up to my balls in her mouth, and empty my load. Another woman likes to get on a leather seat attached to the ceiling which she lowers until my cock is buried in her cunt. She then likes me to spin her around as I go in and out of her cunt until she comes. For some reason, I have a hard time cumming in this position and so she has many orgasm before I finally explode. I have asked all of them if they would like some other men to come over and so far they have said no. I think that their ability to do anything they want sexually with a man is what they need and they get that from me. Another thing is that the women don't get out during the week a lot, but only when their men are gone. So when they come over, it has been weeks, sometimes, since they have had an evening alone with me. But when their man is gone, they will come over every night. One of the women, the prettiest one, likes to get ass fucked, suck cock and get her cunt licked. Apparently her husband can fuck a lot but he won't ass fuck her or let her give him a blow job or lick her pussy and she craves all three. She likes, when I cum in her mouth, to open wide for me to see the cum going in her mouth. When I am through cumming, she swallows my load and looks at me smiling, with her beautiful face, and says very sexily, "I love it." I have four different angles of this picture on my video and I never tire of seeing her. I have yet to cum in her pussy. She kneels on the bed and aims her luscious ass at me as I put scented oil in her asshole and my cock. When I enter her, she likes me to really slam into her while she has her orgasms. I always save this fuck for last since, having cum a few times, it takes me a long time to cum and she can cum a lot. After I have unloaded, she lays on the bed with her legs spread as the cum slowly oozes out of her asshole. A very sexy picture. Another cutie will, when she is having her period, want me to suck and bite her nipples as hard as I can, even causing a little bleeding. She rubs her clit like crazy as I suck her nipples and moans as she has several earth-shaking orgasms. She then sucks me off and then we have another bout of nipple sucking, another suck, etc., until I run out of steam. She then hops up, kisses me goodbye, and leaves. If her husband is home during her period, she will call and make an emergency appointment. I always see her. With the arrangement I have, I doubt if I will ever marry. If I could find a female assistant, we might interest the men in the area for some fun and games. I think I will put an ad in the local paper. But that's another story.