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Prim & Proper

By: Sensuous Storyteller



The man came up to the 18 year old naked girl standing before him and quietly demanded, "So you want to be in porn movies, do you? Open your mouth wide". 

There was no please, no thank you, not even a smile graced his lips as he spoke to her. His whispered demands were more authoritative than a shout would have been. His large strong body coming up closer to her was very intimidating. 

Susan shivered as she watched the scene on her screen. 

The man put his big fingers into her mouth, sliding them deep along her tongue causing the poor girl to gag. 

'We are going to have to work on that problem. Kneel!'

The trembling girl kneeled immediately with her head bowed in obsequious subservience. Susan watched as the man released his huge cock from his pants and began stroking himself in her face. Once his cock was erect he stood even closer to the girl. He gripped the hair at the back of her head and tugged so hard that her head came up forcefully facing his erection. 

Kohl lined dark eyes looked up at him with just a hint of fright as he demanded that she open her mouth again. Complying immediately, the girl opened her mouth and the man moved closer to place his cock on her tongue. With both hands he gripped the hair on either side of her head and proceeded to ram his cock down her throat. There was no time for the poor girl to get used to the size or feel of his cock; just a quick thrust of his hips so that the huge member slid across her wet tongue like a fast boat gliding across still water. And he didn't let up. Thrust after thrust, the girl could not breathe. She was clearly fighting for air and trying not to gag as the man rammed his cock home. 

Looking closely, Susan could see tears well up in the girl's eyes. Spittle threaded from her mouth on each outward pull only to drip from her chin as man shoved his cock back down her throat. It didn't take long before the man held the girl's head tight to the base of his cock and his head flew back with a loud roar. He wasn't even aware of the young girl gasping and struggling for air as he released his seed down her throat. Susan watched the girl's throat. It looked like the body of a snake when it swallows a rat. She tried valiantly to swallow the load he forcefully fed her. Abruptly, his hands released her hair and the naked girl fell to the floor gasping and coughing. 

The media player stopped with the man smiling down on her; his still erect penis just above the head of the girl where she had collapsed.

Susan quickly looked over her shoulder to check that there was no one watching her. Had anyone been watching her, they would have seen the high colour on her cheeks and the shining glaze of her eyes, even her breathing was fast as if she had just been running. But Susan had nothing to worry about she was alone, just as she always was.

Even with no one to see her, Susan blushed. She got up from her computer and with unsteady feet walked to her bedroom. Laying her head down, she sighed as the coolness of her pillows offered a little relief to her hot cheeks. Her hand slid down her body to slip inside her panties. Susan was surprised at how wet she was. The crotch of her panties were soaked. 

Slipping them down her legs, she tossed them onto the floor. Lying on her back she let her fingers glide along the silky slit. Her clit was throbbing and just begging to be touched. The pad of her finger soaked in her own juices circled the rubbery tissue in slow smooth circles. The rhythmic circles heightened her arousal making her moan softly in the empty room. She felt the fullness begin low in her tummy as the heat of it radiated up to her breasts. Her nipples popped out reaching for something; for someone to touch them; to kiss them. But no one was there. Her left hand came up to squeeze them herself and they hardened even more just as another flow of juice streamed from her lips to dampen the sheets beneath her. 

Her hot cheeks needed to feel the cold pillow again so her head turned from side to side in a slow frenzy searching for that cool relief. But she did not feel relieved. She felt hot; her chest was tight as was her flat tummy. Her thighs were taut and her calf's straightened out like rods of steel with her toes pointing to the end of the bed. She couldn't take it anymore. Her clit wanted her finger to stop rubbing and yet at the same time, it wanted her to rub it even harder. 

Sweat beaded on her upper lip as the tension rose to an almost unbearable point in her unsated body. Her legs could not keep still; neither could her finger as it rolled around her swollen clit. Her feet slid up the bed, raising her knees only to be sent down flat against the sheets within seconds. Her mind was not working. She was not aware of anything but the building pressure in her body; a pressure she knew was about to erupt. With her private vision of that large hard cock being rammed into that girl's throat forcefully rolling like a movie in her head, she moaned again. 

She had finally reached that much sought after peak and all she had to do was allow herself to tumble down with it. Her body trembled as incoherent sounds bubbled from her vibrating throat and a flood of wetness poured from her body. Nothing felt cool to her skin anymore as she thrashed on the bed moaning and groaning trying to catch her breath. 

When her body collapsed in deep repose and lucidness returned to her, Susan started to cry. With saddened sobs and a fierce shame, she grabbed the sheets from the bottom of the bed to cover herself against her embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she had done this, again.

Susan blushed and railed against herself as if everyone in the world had just seen what she did. She was mortified with her own behaviour and wondered why she couldn't control herself. What drives her to secretly search for those things on the internet? Why does this need take over her reason? Why can't she be the good girl she was raised to be? With tears drying on her cheeks, Susan rolled over and prayed for forgiveness and blessed sleep.

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With the red gown almost totally covering her trim 25 year old body, Susan sang out enthusiastically as if she had hoped that the passion in her song would erase the passion in her mind. She truly believed that the louder she sang the more likely it would render her naughty thoughts gone; and for the moment it worked but she knew it wouldn't last. 

When church broke up and everyone was shaking hands, wishing each other a good week and to go with God, Susan felt like a phony. She wondered how many, if any of her fellow church goers had similar secrets. Did they live good Christian lives and not have any dirty little secrets? Did they in turn look at this prim and proper woman and wonder if she had any? With these and many other thoughts on her mind, Susan waved a final goodbye and turned to go to her car. 

'Excuse me.'

Susan felt strong hands grip her hips as she almost fell from bumping into this stranger. Realizing what she was thinking when she bumped into him made her blush furiously and she hated herself for doing so. 

'Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention.' 

'No problem, I should've watched where I was going too.'

'Well...' She pulled away not sure what she should say but felt she needed to step away.

'Please, let me take you for coffee. It is the least I can do.'

'Don't be silly, we just bumped into each other. Coffee's not necessary.'

'I know I'm just using it as an excuse to take you for coffee. Please.'

'Well...' She stammered not sure how to get out of going for coffee or if she wanted to.

'That's the second time you've said that.' He smiled. 'Come on, just here across the street. Just coffee.'

'Well...' and realized with another blush that it was now the third time she said well. 'Ok' she agreed surprising herself.

Sitting across from each other over coffee, he introduced himself as Jim.

'I'm Susan.'

'Nice to meet you, Susan. I've been hoping to bump into you, if you'll pardon the pun.' 

'You have?' 

'Yup, you work in that bookstore on John Street. I've been there a few times and have seen you but you were always busy.'

'I'm sorry I don't remember seeing you.'

'That's ok; the other girl took good care of me.'

'Well, I'll look out for you next time you come in and I'll be glad to help you.'

After coffee, Jim stood and took Susan's hand in his and held it warmly between his, not really shaking hands, just holding it. Susan slid her hand free and thanked him for the coffee and left.

All the way home, she went over their conversation in her head and she tried pictured him again in her mind. She remembered his dark hair, a few gray ones here and there; dark brown eyes, deep and secretive but still warm. He was a big man, maybe 6'3 probably late 30's or 40ish with a tiny bit of a belly but definitely not fat. She remembered the dark hair on his arms as he lifted his mug to warm sensuous lips and she even noticed the darker hair in the V of his shirt. She pictured that hairy chest as her fingers ran through it down to his belt. She shivered. 

'What are you thinking?' She berated herself. 'You just left church and you just met him' --------- Sure enough on Monday, Jim walked into the bookstore and this time, Susan saw him and went right over to help him.

'Hi there. I was hoping you'd be here and not busy.'

'Hello Jim, nice to see you again. Can I help you?'

Jim leaned forward and whispered in her ear, tickling her hair as he spoke. 'So formal, Susan. You need to relax. Is being prim and proper a requirement for working in a bookstore?' He teased.

Susan didn't smile at his teasing, 'Of course, not.'

Before Susan really got mad, Jim took her hand and led her over to the erotic section of the bookstore. Susan looked up seeing where he dragged her and blushed furiously. 

'Susan, you blush so prettily,' He teased. 'However do you serve your customers?'

Susan was well aware of this section and that many people bought erotica but rarely did they ask for help. They usually browsed on their own and discreetly brought the books over to pay for them. Susan would just make the sale the same as she would with any other book and wish them a good day. 

Wanting to be more in control than she felt she was, Susan asked again 'How can I help you?'

Teasing her he asked, 'Have you read these? I find the authors who write as anonymous are more open then those who use their real names, don't you find?'

'I... I...dunno.' She stammered. 'I haven't read any of those books.'

'Ohhh but you must!'

'No, I mustn't.'

'Lighten up, Susan. It is just erotica and sometimes it is really pretty good.' 

Seeing that he was upsetting her he decided to stop teasing and he picked a couple of books and paid for them. As Susan was bagging them for him, he asked her out to dinner. Not sure she was ready to forgive him for teasing her, Susan declined. 

'Oh come on, Susan. Just dinner. Any place you want to go.'

Susan did want to see him again. Even if she thought he was far too open with her and he seemed to enjoy teasing her, she did like him.

'Ok, but lets stay in. You come to my place for dinner. 7:00 tonight.'

'I'll be there!' and with a triumphant smile he was gone.

Precisely at 7:00, Jim was walking through the door that Susan had opened for him. Looking around he commented on how nice her place was. She hadn't planned on giving him a tour but she found herself rushing to catch up to him as he quickly walked around looking on his own. 

'This is the kitchen, I see. Hmm ... dinner smells good, by the way.'

'Lasagna' 

'And this is the bathroom. Good to know. And so this must be your room...' he kept walking and talking at the same time.'And this is....?'

'My computer room.' 'Really? And what do you do in here, Suze? Check out all the porn sites?'

Susan turned so many shades of red and gasped out loud. She looked faint and really did think she may go down. Jim noticed and grabbed her arms to hold her up. 

"Susan, are you ok? Relax I was kidding.' 

He dragged her out of the computer room, into the living room and sat her on the sofa. Sitting next to her he could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Suze, Suze what's wrong?' He hugged her to him as he could see that she was really upset.

Susan just didn't expect him to come out with something like that and with her lack of experience she wasn't prepared her for it. She didn't have a witty quip or a ready denial; she knew her reaction told him everything, her dirty little secret. To her mortification, she cried. She couldn't hold it back. The more ridiculous she felt for over reacting the more she sobbed against his chest. Jim held her in his arms for a moment and then pulled her away and forced her to look at him.

'Susan, you do realize that you're being silly. You're embarrassed with a man who only hours ago bought some smutty books from you. So you check out porn on the net. Who the hell doesn't? Those sites a huge and the reason they are there is because there's a demand for them and tons of people go there. There's nothing wrong with that.'

Turning to grab a tissue, Susan wiped her nose and eyes and tried to explain.

'I came from a very strict religious background where I was raised to be a nice girl. My parents were much older when they finally had me and they kept me close and told me that there are a lot of sinful things out there and I was to always be a good girl. Being bad was never an option in our house.' 

'My dad and mom were in a car crash many years ago. My dad died. My mom survived but lived the rest of her years in a wheelchair. I lived with her to help her until last year, when she died too. My life has been work, taking care of mom, and church. I've never had much of a life all my own. Although, I was devastated losing my mom, I was happy to be able to get out on my own and have the freedom I have never had before. But I still feel guilty at times as if my parents were still here with me.'

'Nonsense! That is ridiculous. Guilt? What guilt? Guilt, cause you read a few stories or peeked at a few pictures? You are letting the church and your parent's way of raisng you make you feel guilty. There is NOTHING to feel guilty about.'

"But you don't understand."

"I think I do. I do understand. You finally have time to embrace your sexuality and you want it but you are afraid of it. You have been taught that it is dirty and shameful and I'm here to tell you that it's not.'

'But it is. You have no idea of the things I see on the net. It's all so shocking.'

"I have a pretty good idea and it doesn't matter. When people look at pictures, movies, read erotic books, they get aroused. It does not mean you want to do everything you read or see. Some things are just secret sexual fantasies or things you have never seen before and it arouses you. So what? There is nothing wrong with that. You have to learn to relax with it. You just need to know it is ok and that you are definitely not alone.'

Susan dipped her chin to her chest allowing her hair to hide her embarrassment. She couldn't believe that they were even talking about this. She hardly knew this man. How did it come to this? Jim took her chin in his hand and lifted her head to look in her eyes. Susan kept her lids lowered and wouldn't look up. 

'Look at me' 

Slowly Susan looked up into his eyes and was surprised to see no judgment in them only a sincere look of understanding. Susan felt so grateful. She had never had anyone ever look at her that way. Her life had always been filled with censure and disapproval. His understanding look and encouragement to be free took her breath away. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Jim saw her lips pull apart and the temptation was too much for him. His head went down to gently kiss this vulnerable sweet young woman. Much to his surprise, she did not pull away but pressed her lips closer and harder wanting more from him and he wasn't about to disappoint her.

His finger traced a line along her thigh and as his finger moved upward so did the skirt of her dress. Jim broke away from the kiss to look down to see the lovely little v of her white panties. He could see the shadow of her pubic hair through the material. He felt her tremble in his arms. 

'Are you cold?' He knew she wasn't but his question was to get her to let him know if he could go on or if he should stop.

'No. I just want... uhmm... '

'Yes, what is it you want?'

'I... errr I ... would like... uhm..'

'Ask me. Go ahead Susan ask for what you want without shame. It is just us and there is no shame. It's time you conquered that guilt that has been planted inside of you. Come on, ask me.'

'I want you to kiss me some more'

'With pleasure but I want you to know I am not only going to kiss your lips I am going to kiss your neck, your arms and the palm of your hand. I am going to kiss your breasts after you bare them for me. I want to suck on your nipples and watch them grow hard. I am going to kiss your tummy and my tongue is going to bury itself in your navel. Once I get these panties off of you, I am going to bury my face in that thatch of soft curls you have and then as I slowly spread your thighs I am going to look at how lovely you are for as long as we both can stand it. Then I am going to..."

'Stop!'

Susan's breathing became heavy as he spoke those words to her, so heavy that she could barely say stop. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were red and hot. 

This woman had so much passion buried deep inside of her that once she let go, Jim knew she would surprise herself. She wore her passion on her sleeve when she finally let go and he loved it. She was so ripe and ready that he had to remember to take it slow and not push her too quickly.

'Ok, sweetheart, I'll slow down'

'No, don't slow down... go, go, go. I can't take this. I feel like my chest is going to burst. I'm afraid but I'm not afraid. I want this to happen. I have been waiting for this to happen for what feels like all my life. 

Jim leaned over and kissed her again this time his tongue slid out to dance with hers. Susan held her tongue back at first but then he felt her relax. Soon the little tip reached out to join his. The contact was like a spark to Susan and even Jim was affected by the tenderness of the moment. 

His hand lowered and touched her breast and her tongue retracted in shock but to her credit she didn't move and within seconds she moaned and her tongue slid into his mouth again just as his thumb gently fired up her nipple with quick little flicks. 

He undid the buttons on her dress while their kiss deepened. It seemed as though it would go on forever. Slipping his warm hand inside her dress he quickly undid her bra and was pleased when her glorious breasts bounced free. His hand made contact with her soft skin and he felt that her nipple was as hard as a bullet. 

Just as he had promised, Jim kissed her face, her neck and her arms. He placed his lips against the palm of her hand and kissed her there before turning to spread open the top of her dress and looked at her beautiful breasts. He watched as her nipples puckered even more and her chest was heaving as if she had just run a long distance race. He looked up at her and saw the raw sensuality in her face. This woman was so ready but he still wanted to take it slow and not scare her. 

Susan's eyes opened wide as his lips captured one swollen nipple in his mouth and she couldn't stop the little squeal that escaped her lips. Jim sucked harder enjoying the feel of the little nubbin growing in his mouth. He gently spit it out but only so he could quickly taste the other one. 

With the generous nipple still in his mouth, his hands pulled back her dress like a shirt taking her bra with it. Tugging it down, Susan lifted her bottom up off of the sofa so he could slip it right off. Jim sat up to look at this little lovely sitting naked except for her white panties waiting for him to take her to heights she had only dreamed of so far.


Prim and Proper



I've always been a proper woman, who always places my napkin in my lap at dinner, says "thank-you" and "you're welcome," and has flawless posture. I always have my long, blonde hair pulled back tightly in a bun, put on little make-up, and wear long, conservative skirts. Those that know me think I'm quiet and shy. My husband even thinks I'm old-fashioned and unadventurous. However, let me tell you about my one night of pure ecstasy. The night I shocked the hell out of my ever loving husband. 

It all began one spring morning. My husband, Steven, and I were doing our ritual Saturday morning routine of sitting on our porch swing drinking coffee. Sitting with my back straight and legs crossed with both hands daintily wrapped around the coffee mug, I listened to my husband of ten years discuss work. Work! That's all we seemed to ever do or discuss. Wasn't there more to life? I had begun to grow tired of its tediousness and laborious hours. Day after day we got up early, drank coffee while reading the paper, went to work, came home, ate dinner and went to bed. Even our days off consisted of us discussing work. It was an ugly, repetitious cycle. 

"Steven? Let's do something tonight. Something that doesn't pertain to work," I blurted out. 

'Did I say that out loud?' I wondered.

Steven sloshed his coffee and gaped at me, speechless.

"Uhh." 

Placing my hand in front of my mouth, I gasped.

"Oh, Steven, I'm sorry! I interrupted you! It was a silly idea really," I giggled while waving my hand. 

"Well," he cleared his throat. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. I heard that new club down town has great food and a great dance floor. We've never gone dancing before." 

Dancing? What had gotten into me? I couldn't believe I was saying these things! Was I going insane?

"Huh? What? Honey, I don't know! Dancing?" Steven cleared his throat again and ran his hands threw this thick, black hair.

I turned to face him as his big, brown eyes filled with astonishment.

"Oh, come on! Let's just try it out. We live only two blocks from it. If we don't like it, we can walk home!" 

"Well, it has been a while since we've done anything. I don't want to stay out too late, though."

"Of course!"

That night I rummaged through my closet to find something to wear. I looked through all my tan and brown skirts. All of them long and conventional. No, I wanted something different. Something sexy! 

I looked in the mirror. Is this the same woman who didn't swear, drank only a little wine, and whose house was immaculate? What had gotten into me? Why did I want to go to a club and dance in something slutty? 

Before I knew it I was starting to fantasize about a room full of naked men. I brought my hands to my pussy and was shocked at how wet I was. I'd heard other women talk about masturbation, but had dismissed the idea as improper. However, tonight I began to rub my clit and was satisfied at how wet I grew. I saw myself sucking a room full of cocks, all of them cumming in my face, down my throat, and all over my chest. Dick after dick, cock after cock I sucked. How many of them? I lost count. My fingers went in and out of pussy in a rhythmic motion. My body convulsed as the orgasm hit. I sat there afterwards, dazed. 

"Wow!" was the only word I could muster. 

Steven and I have sex very rarely. The few times we did were very mechanical and almost choreographed. Never before had I had an orgasm so intense and powerful. 

I began to feel something grow inside of me. Something animalistic and shameless. I ran to my closet again to look for something a little kinky. Finally, I found a little black leather skirt that a friend of mine had given me a while back. Again, I had dismissed it and had stashed it away. 

"Well, tonight I am going to put it to good use!"

I slid on the skimpy skirt and decided to go without underwear. Next, I put on a tight fitting tank top without a bra. 

I looked in the mirror and a devilish grin spread across my face. My small, perky breast peeked out through the shirt and my long well shaped legs looked splendid! I topped it off by wearing my long, blonde hair down and loose. 

'Steven! Are you in for a surprise!' I said to my reflection.

I heard a rap at the door.

"Honey, are you almost ready? It's getting late and I'd like to hurry and get...

Steven's jaw dropped a mile and eyes grew as big as golf balls as I walked out of the bedroom. His gaze went from my head and slowly down to my feet. 

Sighing and grinning angelically, I answered that I was ready.

"Well, umm. You look! Wow! Yeah! Let's go, then."

Steven didn't take his eyes off me during the whole walk to the club. Even as we arrived at the club he couldn't tear his eyes off me.

We ordered our drinks. 

"Yes, I'd love a double please!" I ordered. "I want to let my hair down in a number of ways tonight." I said to Steven as he stared dumbfounded. 

"Well, what has gotten into you tonight?" he grinned.

"I just feel like being a little wild and dirty tonight." I leaned over and began kissing him while I ran my hand up his thigh and over his dick that began to grow hard under my touch. 

After a fourth round of hard drinks the music began to roar and I began to feel it pump through my body.

"Let's dance!" I said as I pulled Steven's hands and dragged him to the dance floor. 

I pulled him close and began to grind my hips against him. I ran his hands up my thighs, under my skirt, and up to my pussy that was sopping wet. He let out a gasp.

"You're not wearing any underwear!" he replied as his fingers began to play with my tight, wet pussy. 

"Nope! No bra either!" I said as I grabbed his other hand and slid it up my shirt. He began to play with my nipples that began to grow erect. 

"You're crazy!" 

"Oh, yeah!" I replied wickedly. "Watch this!"

I broke away from Steven and began to dance with the guy next to us, grinding and grabbing him while Steven watched. I bent over and seeing I had on no underwear, stared down at my pussy and placed his fingers deep inside me. As his fingers began to pump in and out my cunt my hips grinded up and down in rhythm. 

With his other hand the stranger began to play with my tits. Unable to control myself I unzipped his pants took his cock in my hand and began stroke it. It was almost like my fantasy, except much better! I looked over at Steven who began to rub his crotch. Others began to watch the show as well. 

Unleashing the animal inside me I slowly crouched down and took the stranger's dick in my mouth feeling all eyes on me. I wanted to make sure that my audience was satisfied, so I gave them a good show. I sucked eagerly, rubbing my tongue up and down his cock while my fingers played with his balls. I stroked his dick some more and sucked on his balls impatiently. When I felt my mouth fill up with the stranger's warm, salty cum, an orgasm shot through my body. Never before had I felt so powerful with so many eyes upon me, giving head to a stranger, and my husband watching me. 

Steven grabbed me, whisked me away, and rushed me home.

"I have to fuck you now!"

However, the closest we made it was our front porch. 

Steven eagerly lifted my skirt and took off my shirt.

"Fuck me! Fuck me right here and now!" I screamed.

My husband rammed his hard cock into my hot, wet, tight pussy and pumped away. 

"Yes! Please don't stop! Don't stop!" I couldn't control myself. 

Shortly afterwards, onlookers began to take notice and gather around our porch. They watched while my husband and me fucked on our porch. Steven filled my pussy with his juices. However, the party had just begun. Seeing the crowd of strangers I spread my legs wider. 

"Who's next?" They eagerly lined up to take turns with me. I let out a moan as the first stranger thrust his dick in my pussy and his tongue licked my tits. In and out his dick pumped. I took another stranger's dick in my mouth and one in my hand. I sucked one dick, while I stroked and fucked two more. Tall, short, fat, skinny, black, white, tan, it didn't matter. They all flocked around me fucking me from behind, underneath, in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth. They came all in my pussy, in my ass, on my face, on my chest, and in my mouth. I didn't care! I wanted to fuck all night anywhere, with anyone, and anyhow. This went on for hours. I looked over at my husband who was smiling from ear to ear. 

When the last stranger had his way with me Steven fucked me again.

"God! Your pussy is so wet and used! You liked fucking those strangers didn't you, you little slut!"

"Yes, I did! I'm your little whore! My pussy is full of cum!"

Steven and I fucked till the sun rose. I lost count at how many orgasms I had that night! Never again was our sex mechanical. Never again was our Saturday morning porch swinging seen the same again. And never again did my husband think I was unadventurous.



"Prim & Proper Goes Bad"



"Elegant, classy, prim and proper." Those were the words used most often to describe Nancy. Married fifteen years, Nancy and I had reached a little "staleness" in our marriage. The love was certainly there but the sexual excitement had waned. Recently though, at my initiation, the subject of sexual fantasies was discussed, though not in great detail. I took it slowly as Nancy was sexually conservative. At five foot nine inches, a hundred twenty-eight pounds, brown hair and brown eyes along with a flawless complexion, I was one, lucky husband. Sex for me was great but Nancy spent nearly all her high school years at a girls only, catholic school and had very limited sexual experience. It was simply never discussed. One Friday night, as we lay in bed, I brought up the subject, "sexual fantasies."

"You never answered my question. What do I get you for your birthday?" I asked. She smiled, continued to read her book and answered, "I have everything I want." 

"Okay, then think outside the box. Think "fantasy" and tell me what you might want." She turned away from her book, looked at me and gave an evil grin. "What are you getting at?" she asked.

"Just making fun, conversation," I answered. "We guys were talking at work and Mike said he asked his wife what she wanted for their anniversary and she laughed and said, "a vacation to a nude beach."

Nancy turned slightly, the smile still there. "And what did Mike say to that?"

"He thought it was a great suggestion but he didn't know if she was serious. He said he'd love to do that so he could check out the hot babes who might be there and also, check out how the guys would react to Paula," I lied. We never had the conversation but I knew I sounded convincing.

"That surprises me," she answered. "I always thought Mike had a jealous streak in him. Paula is very attractive and it's difficult to see him being so open-minded," she answered.

"Yea, I gotta admit, it surprised me a little, as well. She tried to turn the tables on him and asked him what he wanted for their anniversary and he said, according to him,now, "a nineteen year-old college cheerleader and four hours alone." Nancy chuckled.

"And she said?"

"According to Mike, she laughed and said, "in your dreams," and he said, "how did you know what I dream about?" Nancy laughed.

"So, what did Paula say to that? About his dreams."

"Well, Mike said she just laughed it off but, he said it was a fantasy he had and if it ever presented itself, he's not sure he could say "no." Nancy's eyes widened.

"That, also surprises me. Is everything "okay" with those two?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, sure. Just some harmless teasing but Mike did say he was going to look into the nude beach thing, out of curiosity." Nancy's jaw went slack.

"Oh, my gosh, that's unbelievable. I can't see Paula walking around, nude, in front of strange men. Or, Mike being comfortable with it," she responded, still a smile in place. She appeared captivated.

"Well, please don't mention to her I shared this with you. I think it would make her feel, shall we say, "awkward."

"Oh, Paula and I never socialize. She's too busy with her dental practice and I have so many real estate showings." Nancy sat momentarily, entranced.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" I asked. "You seem to be mulling something over." She looked at me and flashed another, evil grin.

"Oh, I was just thinking, how would you react if I said what Mike said? You know, like, a nineteen year old high school football player?" She looked at me as if challenging my position.

I flashed her a large grin and answered, "black or white?" She laughed and playfully hit me with her book.

"You're terrible!" she laughed.

"Hey, we're discussing "fantasies," right?" I said. "We're adults and it's not like we're discussing the possibility of one of us running off with someone. Just an adult conversation, here, in private, that's all."

"So, what's your fantasy?" she asked. I gave her a long look.

"Seeing you experience yours and sharing it with you," I answered. She appeared genuinely stunned.

"You don't even know if I have any and if I do, what they are?" she said, with still a smile.

"Then, tell me," I said. Now, she appeared intrigued. She rolled to her left and leaned forward.

"Okay, mister, you asked for it. You ready?"

"I'm feeling butterflies already," I answered. She paused.

"How about a couple of very young, foul-mouthed black or Hispanic guys. Not physically abusive but certainly verbally abusive. Just your everyday, street thugs who see women for one thing and that's sex. They are both well-hung, and before anything happens, I have the opportunity to tease them out of their minds with a short skirt, no bra and low-cut blouse while acting "prim and proper," and then practically getting raped. And, just talking about it, is getting me wet!" It was also getting me hard. 

"That really turns you on?" I asked.

"Wanna check?" she answered and kicked down the sheets, exposing her thong panties. I slipped my hand inside, parted her vaginal lips and felt an incredible moistness.

"Wow, honey, you weren't lying! That's incredible," I exclaimed. Her evil grin returned.

"Everyone has something that turns them on, sweetheart. That's mine," she said.

She laughed. "Well, you asked." We chatted a few more minutes then turned out the lights. My heart was pounding as I lay there, wondering how I'd pull this off.

Four months later, the weather finally broke and warmed up. We have a cabin up north right on the shoreline and when I suggested a week-end getaway, Nancy lit up.

"This cold weather has been a real nuisance," she said. "We could go up there, do a little sprucing up and enjoy some get-away time."

"Yea, I think that would be great. In case there are any repairs, I can get those taken care of." She responded enthusiastically to the idea and we made our plans. We left on a Friday, right after work and began the two and a half-hour drive. The warm weather helped bring out her jeans skirt, one of my favorite. Although not a mini-skirt, it still rode up a little when she sat down and gave a very enjoyable leg view. I always felt Nancy never knew how sexy and beautiful she looked. On the way, I remembered an errand I hadn't completed.

"Listen, when we stop for gas, I'm gonna slip over to the oil-change place. Forgot to get it done and it'll take about ten minutes."

"Okay, you think it needs it?" she asked.

"Yea, I'm about a thousand miles past due. Just take a few minutes." She smiled and gazed out the window. We arrived at the oil change garage and I noticed immediately, the two young men eyeballed Nancy. We pulled in and stopped over the pit as one of the technicians approached me at the driver's window. He all but stared at Nancy.

"Oil change today, sir?" he asked.

"Yea, that's all," I answered. I popped the hood and one technician began his work while the other brought over an oil can to lubricate the door catches. 

"That poor kid is ogling you, honey. Can't take his eyes off you," I stated. "Looks like you have a fan." Nancy glanced toward the young tech and smiled. He smiled back. He then began to wash the windshield, his eyes glued to Nancy, who smiled back. 

"Why don't you make his day? Give him a peek under your skirt," I chuckled. I had never suggested anything like that before and even Nancy was stunned.

"Are you serious?" she laughed. 

"Sure. Have a little fun, see how he reacts," I said. "I'll pretend to be looking at my cell phone."

Nancy stared at me, still with a smile but said nothing. Finally, she asked, "are you sure? Letting another man see me intentionally open my legs?" My cock tingled.

Without looking up, I answered, much to her surprise, "yea, if you're okay with it but only if it doesn't bother you. Thought it might be fun for you." She gave an evil giggle."I'll give him a peek but I want you to watch, too," she said.

"Sure thing. Love to," I answered. She giggled then pretended she reached for her purse on the floor and spread her knees apart such that even I almost saw her panties. Her jeans skirt rode up a few inches and as I sat next to her, I could see the upper part of her thigh. The kid next to the windshield was oblivious to me and was solidly focused on the view.

"Is he looking?" Nancy asked, as she fumbled with her purse.

"Oh, yea, he's looking. More like staring," I answered. Finally, she sat up and closed her knees. The young man quickly walked away and entered the men's room nearby. I laughed.

"Poor kid's got to have a hard-on," I laughed. 

"That's terrible," she laughed. The oil change completed, we resumed our trip. We were on the road a good twenty minutes before she finally spoke.

"Ask you something?" she said.

"Sure, honey, what is it?"

"Did you enjoy that little show I gave that kid?" she asked. Her smile never faded.

"Loved it! Exciting as hell. How about you? I know you've never heard me say that before so what did you feel?" I asked. My heart was pounding but I maintained my cool.

"I guess I enjoyed it, as well. I didn't feel "trashy" or "unladylike," and it was exciting. I felt like I was being naughty and it was alright."

"It was. You have a beautiful body, you're gorgeous and it was a side of you I felt was exhilerating. It was fun." She looked at me.

"No jealousy?" she asked.

"None at all. It's not like I worry you might run off with someone. It's just what I call, "adult behavior," or fun. Like I said, it was exciting." She sat quietly until we arrived at the cabin. We took our suitcases, went inside, unpacked and shared a bottle of wine we kept there. Nothing else was mentioned about the oil change and I felt some disappointment.

The next day, we surveyed the cabin. Everything was pretty much in order and except for a little cleaning, not much to do. We had lunch and planned a walk on the beach when I heard Nancy exclaim, "oh, my goodness." I asked what was wrong.

"I think the sink is clogged. It isn't draining the way it should." I took a look and quickly decided we needed help.

"I'm going into town, look for something to pour in there, get it loosened up. Be right back," I said.

I drove to the small village and located a hardware store. I asked for anything to unplug a drain and the gentleman behind the counter offered a "snake," a thick wire to run into the pipe and dislodge whatever was there. I purchased it and headed for the door when I noticed a bulletin board with business cards pinned. One caught my eye. "Clark Johnson - Handyman Services." I returned to the gentleman at the cash register.

"What can you tell me about that handyman, Clark Johnson? I may have more than a sink to work on."

"Oh, Clark, he's a kid who does handyman work while he's going to school. Goes to the junior college."

"What do you know about his work?" I asked.

"Oh, he's pretty good. Mechanically inclined, and works hard."

"Alright, sounds good to me," I answered. The clerk leaned forward.

"Don't know if it makes any difference but he has a kind of a partner. Black kid. Clark's white and together, they seem to make a pretty good team. Just thought I'd mention his partner."

"Thanks, appreciate it," I answered. I returned to Nancy and the cabin, explained that I wanted to give Clark Johnson a call. She asked if the sink was something that we needed a handyman for and I lied and answered, "probably so." I placed the call and he said he'd be over in fifteen minutes to give an estimate as he already had other jobs waiting. He arrived about twenty minutes later with a "snake" that had a lighted end with lens. He stood about as tall as Nancy, looked to be in his early twenties was a little overweight with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He could easily be described as a "geek," although he did have a pleasant personality. As he explained the procedure, he continued to glance at Nancy, a fact she later noted. He examined the blockage through the lens and announced there was a probable grease blockage. He said the pipe underneath the sink had to be taken apart and cleaned. Without consulting Nancy, I surprised her by answering, "okay." He said he and his partner would be there tomorrow around two in the afternoon.

"You have something up your sleeve, don't you?" she smiled. I nodded.

"I think you can have some more fun tomorrow, if you want. If not, I can call and cancel them. He's going to be here with his partner and I just thought you might like to flirt around, maybe "play" a little, if you wanted. It's up to you," I said.

"And where are you going to be?" she asked. I pointed to the wall that ran perpendicular to the sink. 

"On the other side of that wall, if you remember, is a guest room. We hardly ever use it. I'm going to take a knife and cut along the seams to give me a few peepholes because if you decide to give a show and flirt around, be naughty, I want to see it, too. And, I can be a kind of security for you, make sure you're safe. So, what do you think?"

She was genuinely taken back by my "adventurous attitude."

"So, just what is it you want me to do?" she asked. I stepped forward and put my arms around her.

"Absolutely nothing, if you choose to do nothing. I have no idea what to expect, I'm just giving you an opportunity to experiment, to see if it would be fun and if you decide against it, no problem whatsoever. That's all." She flashed a big smile.

"So, what if his partner is a good-looking, muscular type and I decide to be a total slut, how would that be, with you?" I smiled.

"Try to get him to use a condom," I laughed. She playfully slapped me and laughed loudly.

"And what do I tell them when they ask where you are?"

"You just tell them your husband was called back home for a few hours by my boss and I'll be back here later tonight." She giggled.

"Well, let's see how it goes," she said. "Right now, old Clark boy ain't getting me excited too much but I might enjoy flashing him my panties, maybe even letting him cop a feel. What do you think?"

"Take a look," I answered and Nancy glanced at my crotch and the large erection. She gave a light scream and laughed.

"We need to go to the bedroom," she said. We did and she seemed more enthusiastic than I'd ever seen.

It took about thirty minutes to drill the peepholes. Nancy wore a wrap-around skirt with her hem a couple of inches above her knees. She also wore an over-sized tank-top and no bra, a selection that surprised even me. The tank-top would cover everything unless she bent forward. At approximately one fifty pm, we saw the dirty, white van approach. I went into the guest room and took a position behind the peepholes. Her skirt's wrap over rested over her left knee and if she should squat down, it would certainly part and open. She watched as the van entered the drive. Clark Johnson drove and a dark figure sat next to him. Clark got out and moved to the van's rear while the passenger got out and came around to the driver's side. Nancy's heart nearly jumped from her chest. He was black, rugged-looking type and an obvious body-builder. He stood about six foot three inches, maybe a hundred eighty pounds and all muscle. Now, Nancy's heart was pounding. She walked over to the peephole and whispered, "I love you!" I smiled.

There was a knock and she opened the door. Clark Johnson said, "hi, there. This is my partner, Ty."

Nancy smiled and said, "nice to meet you, please come in." Ty offered a "yea," and fixed on Nancy's rear-end as she led them into the kitchen. My view was perfect. Johnson set the tool kit down and opened the two, wooden doors under the sink. Ty squatted down as if to examine the piping but locked onto Nancy. As I expected, Nancy took a squat position as if to inspect and the wraparound parted. Both Ty and I could see her upper right thigh, almost to her crotch. It was breathtaking.

Nancy changed position several times and shifted her legs. Each time, the wraparound parted and gave a tittilating view. She would adjust and close the part but took her time. Finally, she lowered her left knee while she kept her right knee stationary and the view was spectacular. Her crotch and the white silky panties she wore, were clearly visible for several seconds and she appeared oblivious. Ty was practically drooling and Johnson could barely hide his erection. I had to fight the urge to take out my cock and jack off. Nancy stood, then bent at the waist when Johnson said, "this is really clogged." Her breasts nearly fell out and her nipples were clearly seen. Ty grabbed his cock and made a position adjustment. Some twenty-minutes later, Johnson announced he was done.

"Well, it's clear," he said. He picked up his tools and stood. His erection was noticeable and he made no effort at hiding it. "I'll write out a bill for you."

"You take a check?" Nancy asked. "It's local." Johnson nodded. It was Ty who asked the question.

"Where yo husband? He not here?" Nancy rummaged her purse and casually answered.

"He got called back into work. He'll be back tonight. Why?" she asked.

"You ain't gotta pay no bill," Ty responded. Johnson glanced at him.

"Beg your pardon?" Nancy answered, confused at Ty's response.

"Nah," Ty said and walked slowly toward her. "Nah, you ain't gotta pay no bill."

"Why wouldn't you want to get paid?" she asked.

"Oh, we wants to get paid, but not with your money. Yo pussy would be better." Ty reached and grabbed Nancy's left breast. She was caught completely off-guard. Clark Johnson smiled.

"You're touching my breast!" she exclaimed. Ty then reached and grabbed her right breast as Clark's smile broadened.. "Let go. I'm a married woman." She still held her purse with both hands as Ty gave a big smile and massaged both breasts. Nancy made no attempt to break away or glance in my direction. Clark Johnson moved closer to her, his erection probed her rear end.

"What are you two doing?" she asked, her false concern, obvious. "You shouldn't be doing this."

"Yea, I know, bitch, but you got some nice titties here," Ty responded. Johnson reached and grabbed Nancy's ass, rubbed it and glanced at Ty.

"Jesus, Ty, I wanna fuck her!" Johnson stammered. Ty continued the breast massage. Nancy and I had a "stop" word, which meant, "come rescue me." That word was "red." She stood there, glanced back and forth between Johnson and Ty and said nothing. Ty released Nancy's breasts and stepped back. 

"Open yo skirt," he demanded. Nancy's jaw dropped, her eyes widened. 

"What?" she whispered. 

"I said, open yo damn skirt, ho," he replied.

She glanced at Johnson, then Ty and slowly, took one side of the wraparound and moved it apart. The opening revealed her upper thighs and a small glimpse of her white, silky panties.

"Open it up. I wants to see," Ty demanded. Nancy hesitated, then opened the part further. Ty could see the faint shadow of her pubic hair. 

"Clark, see if her pussy wet," Ty instructed. Johnson grinned a "yea," reached around and ran his hand inside her panties. Startled, Nancy took a small step back, then stopped. Johnson parted her pussy lips and stroked her clit. Nancy's eyes closed and her facial expression was one of enjoyment.

"Oh, shit, Ty, she's soaking wet," he declared. Still no word from Nancy, her eyes closed. She almost appeared to savor the moment. 

"Bitch, take out my cock," Ty demanded. "You hear me?" Ty said. She hesitated then answered.

"Yes," she whispered. She worked the belt and top jeans button open, then lowered Ty's zipper. She worked his pants downward, reached inside and struggled briefly to free his enormous cock. To say Ty was "well hung," was an understatement. I estimated his cock at about eleven inches in length and three to four inches around. The man was enormous. Even Clark Johnson's eyes widened. Ty then took the tied bow that held her wraparound together and pulled it. The skirt fell to the floor and she stood there in nearly see-through, white, silky panties. "Oh, my God," she whispered.




"Prim & Proper Goes Bad"



"Clark, get those drawers off her, man," Ty ordered. Johnson knelt behind her and roughly yanked the flimsy panties to her ankles. Nancy let out a gasp as she stood, naked from the waist down. Johnson ran his hand up between her legs and fondled her pussy lips. Still, Nancy said nothing. Ty raised her top over her head, removed it and grabbed her breasts as Johnson continued the fondle.

"Man, Ty, she is wet, bro, soaking wet," Johnson chuckled.

"All the better to slide my dick into," Ty laughed.

Ty reached to his right and grabbed a metal, folding chair. He placed it next to Nancy while Johnson ran his hands over Nancy's crotch and breasts. He clearly enjoyed himself while Nancy stood, her eyes closed and mouth partly open. Ty lowered his jeans and boxers to his ankles and seated himself. His enormous cock stood erect but he needed his hand to support it.

"Clark, let that ho alone. Bitch, get over here and have a seat," Ty demanded. Nancy turned and faced Ty.

"I should get dressed," she whispered. "You shouldn't be doing this." Ty laughed.

"You ain't getting dressed now, bitch. You getting yo pussy drilled, know what I'm saying?" Nancy gazed at the enormous erection. Clark Johnson groped her breasts as she stood there and offered him no resistance. 

"It's too big," she meekly protested. "It's too big," she repeated.

"Yo pussy will stretch, baby, you don't need to worry. Now, get your booty over here," and he grabbed her hand and pulled her. Now naked, and almost oblivious to it, she straddled Ty. Her back faced him and she grasped his cock and moved it, back and forth between her pussy lips. She was wetter than she'd ever experienced. Clark Johnson kneaded her breasts and watched in amazement as Nancy lowered herself and the huge, black erection separated her lips and stretched her vagina. She grimaced as if in pain but it was pure ecstasy. Each time she raised up, Ty's cock glistened from the enormous amount of lubrication her vagina produced. She then began a slow, rythmic, up-and-down motion, moaning each time she lowered herself. I couldn't believe how much she enjoyed the moment. Clark Johnson continued to fondle her breasts and several times, placed his mouth over a nipple. He removed his cock and forced Nancy's hand onto it, which she obliged. A few strokes and Johnson shot a small load onto the kitchen floor. Nancy moaned continuously and after short time, threw her head back and grunted loudly, "yes!" She squirted over Ty's cock and her head flopped forward. Ty reached up and firmly grabbed her breasts.

"Baby, you done cum on my dick! Damn, baby, that felt good!" He pushed her to a standing position. "Now, bend over and put your hands on that seat so I can fuck you deep and hard," he demanded. Nancy was totally submissive. Clark Johnson moved to within a couple of inches and guided her mouth to his flaccid cock. She took it in her mouth just as Ty inserted his cock. Nancy's pussy again was stretched. Ty began hard thrusts and Nancy let Johnson's cock slip from her mouth. Her face contorted as the massive cock slammed into her repeatedly. Johnson reached under and grabbed a breast as Ty pumped harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" he shouted.

Ty grunted so loudly, Nancy was sure he could be heard outside. His grip on her breast tightened as she felt the hot stream gush inside her. He leaned forward and against her. "Damn baby, you got a nice pussy." Johnson stood there, his cock semi-erect. Ty withdrew and stood, his cum-coated cock shined. Nancy remained bent over and felt the white liquid slide down her legs. Ty stood, then approached Nancy. He wrapped his arm around her chest and grabbed a breast. He then took hold of his nearly erect cock and quickly inserted it back into her. Nancy grunted loudly.

"You feel that, bitch?" Ty asked with firmness. "You feel that in your pussy?" he asked.

Nearly out of breath, Nancy answered, "yes."

"Good, because I ain't done fucking you, know what I mean? You tell your old man, I gonna be coming back and when I do, I'm gonna fuck yo pussy as much as I wants, you hear what I'm saying? He can watch but I'm gonna fuck dis pussy, for real." Ty gave her a couple of hard thrusts.

Nancy, at first, said nothing. As I watched, my cock-head tingled to the point of orgasm.

"I'll tell him...what you said," she answered. Ty's cock remained inside her.

"When I come over, you wear this skirt and no panties. You hear?"

Now totally submissive, she whispered a "yes." Ty removed his cock and he and Johnson gathered their tools. Just before they left, Ty said, "I'll be back tomorrow. You gonna get fucked again." On the way out, Clark Johnson groped her breast, then departed. She made no attempt to stop him.

When the van pulled away, I entered the kitchen as Nancy dressed. She put a wad of paper towels inside her panties. I looked at her and finally, asked.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Nancy turned to me with a huge smile.

"Wear my skirt and let him fuck me." I smiled as well.



Prim and Proper No More



Claire Younge logged into roleplaying chat room 117 late at night, long after her parents had gone to sleep. The first chime from a chat window sent her heart racing, even before reading the message, which happened to read: "asl, nude pics?" Claire rolled her eyes and closed the window without response. Everyone was looking for a piece of skin she had no intention of displaying for anyone but her future love. She kept a single picture of herself on her profile, seductive but not slutty. 

She examined her picture closely, surprised that she was able to hold such a pose. Claire was nineteen years old, nearly twenty now. She was Asian, and petit compared to girls of other races but still quite pretty. Her hair was chestnut brown, very long, nearly reaching her cute, heart shaped ass. Her skin was a soft tanned pigment. She was far from a sexual being, but Claire knew she was attractive, even if her parent's would not allow her to explore that side of herself. At the moment she wore tiny white shorts and a white tank top. 

Another message sprung to life on her screen from 'monster_cock_4_u' reading: "want to watch me cum all over your picture?" Claire visibly blushed, though no one was there to see it. Again she closed the window, feeling terribly self-conscious. Growing up, her parents had been protective, to put it politely. She was raised to study and get a good job, and men would come 'later'. With each passing year, 'later' never seemed to come. So, at last, at the recommendation of her friends Claire decided to try talking to men with the help of the Internet.

"Hello Claire, I read your profile and saw your picture and I wanted to say that I think you are very charming." This from Isk_Ask. He went on, typing, "I'd love to get to know you better. I have a picture of myself on my profile. I eagerly await your response." Claire smiled, and quickly clicked on the link to this man's profile. In a second Isk_Ask's profile was on her screen. His name was Isaak, age 21, from her own city. From his picture he was very good looking, like a model – white, toned body, blond hair, blue eyes. 

She licked her dry lips before responding, "Hello." Was all she could think to type? She mentally kicked herself. 

However, Isaak did not seem to lose interest, "I am so glad that you responded, I would have thought an attractive girl like yourself would be flooded with message boxes."

Claire was soon falling for this man she had never met. It was weird, she knew that, but she had never met someone who had taken such a sincere interest in her before. "It's my pleasure to talk with someone so polite." She replied. Not quite sure his intentions, she let him continue.

"I noticed that you live in the same city as I do. I was wondering if you had heard of the Discount Inn?" he said quickly after her response.

The teen thought for a moment, recalling the shady motel. Innocently she answered, "Yes, it's only a few blocks away from where I live." 

Quickly, another messaged flashed on the screen, "I know this is very forward of me, but perhaps we could meet and have a coffee across the street from the inn and maybe get to know each other better. I find talking online chatting to be so limiting. And, if things go well, maybe more..."

Claire's heart was racing faster than ever as she considered his suggestion. She had never been with a man before, not so intimately. She began to type a response...

Then there was a noise from upstairs, the cracking of the floorboards above in her parents' room. In a breath she shut off her computer and dove under the covers of her bed, heart pounding from fear and excitement in her chest. She lay silent for several seconds, listening and waiting. She knew if she were caught online at this hour, in a chat room no less, there would be consequences.

After a few seconds she heard the toilet flush and her parents return to bed. After a long sigh she let go of the sheets and lay back comfortably, with the silver moonlight on her exposed skin. Claire trembled with new feelings of excitement, not knowing how to react to her newfound curiosity. She briefly considered turning the computer back on, but decided against it, to wait for tomorrow.

* * *

On the other end of a chat window a frustrated Isaak growled as Claire signed off. He stared intently at her picture, admiring the curves of her body, her deep brown eyes, and her soft skin. He reached down, rubbing his thick shaft while hitting the print button and watching as her picture came to life on paper. He chuckled a tooth filled grin as his climax neared.

* * *

The next morning Claire's parents sat at the breakfast table, her mom serving toast and juice, her dad reading the daily newspaper. She sat across from her father, buttering some toast. Without looking up from his paper Claire's dad piped in, in a his thick accent, "You up late last night." He informed rather than asked and Claire sunk in her seat a little. "No let it happen again. You come home early after school, study long time, then sleep. No tennis tonight."

Claire looked away, thinking how sad it was that her parents still controlled her so mercilessly at her age. How she yearned for a little freedom, to experience life as a normal teen girl. She shrugged in resignation and after eating breakfast left for school. The entire walk she thought of Isaak and his offer. 

That night, after a long day of study under her parents' careful supervision Claire curled up in bed with the lights off. She sighed, again longing for the freedom to come and go as she pleased, to feel the touch of a man...

She looked at her computer and soon had it turned on with her chat page up, scanning for Isk_Ask. Before she found him, he found her.

"Hello again Claire, sorry if I frightened you off last night. I do apologize if I was too forward."

Claire felt that sudden rush of excitement again at defying her parents and began typing her response, "No, I'm sorry. I was thinking about your offer... and if it still stands..." She finished, taking several seconds to send the message. As soon as she hit the Enter key she closed the window and logged off. She realized her heart was racing again and tried desperately to calm her inner demon. What was she doing, this could be her one opportunity to meet a nice guy... and maybe more. Her body reacted faster than her mind and soon she was back, looking for Isaak's window. Again he found her before she could find him,

"Sure, Claire, I'd love to meet you in person. Can you meet me at the hotel, and we'll go from there?"

She nodded, not caring that he couldn't see. After a short pause she responded with a "yes". 

"Meet me at room 315 and we'll have a good time, alright."

Claire agreed and before she could think to stop herself, was quickly dressing for a speedy departure. She put on the tightest pair of jeans she owned and a black tank top. Lastly she opened her drawer, reached to the back and under several books and produced a condom that she was given in health class. Better safe than sorry... right?

With all the stealth she could muster, Claire snuck out of the house, and didn't look back once she was free. Once outside she felt a rush of excitement to be free of her parents' tyranny. In short time she arrived outside Discount Inn. The fluorescent lights flickered on and off erratically. Though the place was a dump, it could not have possibly diminished the girl's enthusiasm.

Claire stood outside room 315 looking around nervously, for the first time. She put her hand to the knob and turned it. The door opened easily enough and soon she was inside a poorly lit single room. She looked around for Isaak, the lean, good-looking guy she met online the night before. 

Suddenly a pair of thick, very strong hands shoved her into the room, and she could hear the door closing behind, and locking soon after. The thick smell of alcohol and body odor filled the air and Claire knew that something was desperately wrong. She wheeled around to face Isaak...

What stood before her was a monster of a man. Standing a head taller than her Isaak was beastly, with thick fur on his arms and chest. His grotesquely fat body lumbered towards the small girl, at least three times her size. His face was unkempt at best, with wild hair and horrible yellow teeth. His clothes were stained and wet from sweat. 

"Hey baby.... you are hotter in person..." He began as he licked his fat lips, moving up closer and taking her little waist in his big sweaty hands." He smells of musky odor.

"Are... you Isaak?" Claire asked, as though the answer might make all the difference. Even as she tried backing away from the massive figure he followed, trapping her against the wall. Her body begins trembling in his strong hands.

He looks confused for a minute. "Uh huh..." he replied, licking his lips, "and you're my little fortune cookie?" He grinned nastily at the tiny Asian girl, almost drooling on her as he pressed her against the wall, big sweaty hands going to her tiny ass, squeezing it roughly.

Claire was too horrified to act. Her tiny body fit so easily in his hands, and she knew even if she wanted to, there would be nothing she could do to stop him. With a merciless yank of her silky brown hair he pulled Claire's head back. In a quick action Isaak's tongue was thrust past her sweet lips and into her tiny mouth, his awful breath pervading her, his bristly beard scratching her skin. While distracted by his awful kiss, Claire barely noticed his thick hands pulling down her jeans and panties in a swift motion. 

Isaak was in heaven, taking this sweet young girl for his own, using her for his every pleasure and she wasn't even protesting. Given, she wasn't exactly giving in either, but that would come in time, he knew from previous experience. She was irresistible, so soft and delicate, like a flower waiting to be picked. Once her pants were removed Isaak threw Claire onto the bed next to a sticky picture from her profile. With incredible speed he pinned the young girl under his girth, kissing her again, licking her lips and cheek like an animal.

Claire struggled to break free, tried desperately to keep her legs closed, anything to slow the assault. How could she have wanted this? All of her efforts seem futile against his crushing weight and determinism. She considered screaming, but quickly turned down the idea, knowing that angering her attacker could make things even worse. "What if I just give you a massage and we call it even? Everyone goes home happy then." Even as she spoke the words she knew it was useless, that he would never agree.

"Ahh...that sounds real nice...Asian massage girl..." He huffs between deep wheezes, faking interest. The entire time he continues to stare at her tiny pussy. Then to Claire's further disgust he pulls his shirt off, exposing his fat hairy chest and gut. A second later he drops his pants, revealing thick, heavy thighs and a steamy hard log of a cock leaking precum and pointing directly her way. His body is a mass of fur and fat, with a wet sheen of sweat matting his body hair, unlike anything she had ever seen. 

Even with all other distractions, Claire couldn't help but stare at the thick penis pointed between her legs. It was the first she had ever seen like that, and she was captivated by its disgusting, primitive appeal. Capitalizing on her sudden daze, Isaak grabbed the girl by her ankles, spreading her legs easily and yanking her underneath his thick body. His hot sweaty body mashes her into the bed..."Mmm," he moans in delight, " I always wanted a Jap girl..." he says crudely before taking her face in his meaty hands, kissing her again and pushing a hand up her shirt, rubbing your b-cup breasts.

Despite the hopelessness of it all Claire still pushed at Isaak, her hands burying into the folds in his fat, or pushing at his arm with both hands and barely budging it. She could almost understand why her parents had wanted to shelter her, but at the same time realized that if they had just given her a little freedom she would not be here right now. So, Claire gave in.

Isaak was drooling in her mouth, barely concentrating on kissing her anymore as he began working his hard shaft between her legs, rubbing its slimy head against her pink folds. Only then did Claire realize just how big this monster truly was.

Suddenly Claire remembered one important detail, "Please! Isaak wait..." she began hastily, knowing she had precious few seconds to act, "I brought a condom... it's in my pants pocket!" Claire cringed at the thought of his bare cock being inside her, spraying her with his sick seed.

"Shh... shh... I put one on a minute ago." He assured her, and though she wasn't totally convinced, she visibly relaxed and Isaak's thick, hairy shaft slid easily inside her waiting sex. With an animalistic grunt, his penis disappeared inside the girl, every last inch until his thick pubes scrapped her soft skin. Claire's mouth dropped open as though to scream, or moan though no sound was made save only for a slow painful exhale. 

Her mind raced, feeling so dirty, so disgusted with herself for allowing this brute to have his way with her, but at the same time she could not deny how absolutely wonderful it felt to be free. She opened her eyes to see Isaak's gruff face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pure effort. Sweat dribbled down his face in large beads, dripping off his chin and onto her tanned skin. His arms and chest flexed, and relaxed as he pulled himself back and forth, his cock burying itself inside her for only an instant before pulling out and doing the same again and again and again. 

By now Claire couldn't help but moan, for even though the man was a pig, his penis was more than capable of attacking her most sensitive of pleasure zones. Her small breasts shook with each inward thrust, which were growing faster each repetition. Her heart beat so quickly, in both fear and excitement as seemed the hallmark of this absurd encounter. "Ah... ah...ah!" She moaned in time with his thrusts, feeling his meaty cock rubbing both her clit and g-spot simultaneously.

"Like that little girl?" Isaak demanded an answer as his hips rolled over Claire's in a determined, penetrating motion. His thick chest fur was matted with sweat, his flabby body sticking to the tiny Asian girl under him. He looked deep into her half open eyes, enjoying taking the pretty young thing all for himself, using her for his pleasure. His grunts and groans became all the more primal as he felt the girl trembling under his girth, obviously experiencing her first climax. "Look at the little slut!" Isaak cried out in childish glee. Claire's orgasm caused her sex to spasm, holding his thick cock firmly, lubricating its passage with her juices. For the animal, Isaak, there was no greater pleasure and without any attempts to hold back, or warn the girl he let his own orgasm erupt within her unprotected young body.

Claire was seeing stars, blinding by the intensity of her first climax, like nothing she had ever given herself while reading erotic stories. Her hips and slender legs shuddered and bucked against Isaak. When at last the cloud lifted from her mind she realized Isaak was grunting and groaning with more intensity, his hips tensing with spasms between her legs, and she could feel a thick warmth within her belly.

After a moment Isaak relaxed, allowing his full weight down on the girl without a care for her comfort. Isaak's thick, wet, fur plastered against her breasts and stomach. For Claire's part she hardly concerned with being crushed at this point. She knew without having to be told that Isaak had lied about the condom, and a part of her was not completely displeased. She expected the ordeal to be over soon. She expected his penis would shrink and he would leave. But he didn't.

Isaak's shaft remained completely erect and in a moment he was shifting his hips again, rubbing his rod inside her. "What a tight puss." He commented. In a moment he was back up on his arms, with his hips rocking back and forth picking up momentum. A thick, hand took hold of Claire's left leg, easily lifting it over his shoulder as he penetrated the young girl harder than ever with feral growls.

Claire silently thanked herself for all her hours spent in the gym and on the tennis courts and for the years of Karate she had endure now that her left ankle was beside her ear. Soon, her mouth was open, moaning against her will, against all reason, as a thick shaft spread her open. The cheap bedspring began creaking and groaning, the headboard crashing against the wall. Claire's cheeks reddened from what little dignity she had left. She soon found herself moaning like a common whore, encouraging her assailant, pleading for more.

"Take it you little chink!" Isaak spat at her before liking her cheek. Claire's tiny arms and legs wrapped around the man's bulk. Another moment later and Isaak's other sweaty hand wrapped around Claire's second ankle, spreading her legs wide apart. He reveled in her flexibility; enjoying contorting her to produce increased pleasure for himself, and based on her deeper moans, Claire's as well. 

"Iee... ahh... Iee... Don't stop... ahh..." Claire moaned. Her second orgasm was wracking her body, and she was trembling with pleasure. Her back arched, pushing out her breasts. Isaak couldn't resist, and let go of her left ankle to roughly grope a breast, teasing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Thud, thud, thud...

The headboard continued to pound the wall from Isaak's unrelenting thrusting.

Creak, creak, creak...

The rusty springs protested.

The noises blurred together. A mixture of the bed's straining, the tiny Asian girl's moans and her master's grunts became a symphony of sexual energy. What would her parents think if they could see their prim and proper little girl now?

Isaak leaned over Claire bringing his thick purple tongue to her exposed nipples, and his yellow teeth to bite down. Claire shrieked, though the explosion of raw energy in her belly eclipsed the pain. Clair's third orgasm had her screaming in pleasure, taking the animal Isaak over the edge with her. 

Isaak's cum sprayed from his shafts engorged head, coating the walls of Claire's pussy with his seed. The sound of their combined orgasm made for a wet suction noise with each thrust. Tiny rivers of cum leaked down her thighs, staining the sheets.

Ring...

Both Claire and Isaak look at the phone, one with an expression of terror, the other of annoyance. 

"Fuck." Said Isaak, and with a loud slurp, vacated Claire's wet pussy.

Ring...

Claire curled up in a ball for a moment, still breathing intensely from her recent ravaging. She watched Isaak in all his vulgar countenance. 

"Yeah...yeah," he was saying into the phone, giving a few curt glances back at Claire who was now trying unsuccessfully to rise to her feet. "Tight little Asian slut, fucking amazing pussy." He continued. Claire propped herself against a wall, making for the bathroom as quickly as possible. With a rough tug Isaak through her back to the bed. "Yeah, come on over." With that the conversation was over and Isaac was rubbing the inside of Claire's pussy with a fat sticky finger. When he pulled out his digit it was covered with thick cum and he was pushing it inside Claire's mouth. 

Claire grimaced with a shudder. The taste of their combined juices, along with Isaak's soiled finger was enough to make her gag. His finger wiggled around briefly before sliding out with a loud pop. "Who was that?" Claire breathed softly, beginning to feel herself again. She curled up with a pillow between her legs.

"Just a nigga lookin' for a tight Asian twat." Isaak sneered.

Claire, naked, and exposed to a disgusting rapist, blushed brightly. Her sex was swollen and sore, filled with thick cum. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and saliva. She brushed her disheveled hair from her face, tucking it around her ears. Just as her situation couldn't get worse a loud banging came from the door and she knew her night had just begun...



Prim & Proper Wife



In love from the moment Heather met Trace Stewart in their freshman year of college, getting married to one another became their paramount goal. Although both sets of parents were willing to paying their college expenses, neither Heather nor Trace felt right about their parents' offer. Since marriage before their graduation was their wish Trace counted on student loans to cover undergraduate and graduate degree expenses while Heather found a secretarial job. 

By the time Trace finished his MBA and settled with a Fortune 500 firm, the CPA firm of Clever, Underwood, Nagle & Townsend that Heather was with really liked her work and had steadily given her pay raises. Heather's original intent was to quit her secretarial job to finish the last two years of college after putting everything on hold in order for her husband to finish college and graduate school. Rather than giving up the decent paying job to reenroll full time in college Heather chose a nontraditional degree program.

The week following mid-term examinations one young classmate in Heather’s small group discussion on inculcated racial aversions opened up Pandora's box with mention of the myth about Black men's sexual prowess. Other members referring to interracial accounts in Penthouse Letters and pornographic party films containing Black men during the ensuing discussion astounded naïve Heather. With her curiosity piqued Heather couldn't resist stopping at the newsstand the following day after work to buy the current issue of Penthouse Letters.

Trace playing golf both Saturday and Sunday afforded Heather plenty of privacy to scan and read cover-to-cover Penthouse Letters Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives. Not surprisingly the Black on White and White on Black sections astounded prim and proper Heather. Explicit accounts of either Black men seducing previously happily married White wives or sexually frustrated White wives unable to resist once unthinkable interracial extramarital affairs mesmerized Heather. White wives’ unanimous claims of unparalleled sexual gratification with extraordinarily well-hung Black men left an indelible impression.

Prior to that weekend Heather had blithely gone about her daily business paying little or no attention to men. Heather stood 5'5" and a trim 104 lbs., with 35D-22-33 measurements, long auburn hair, brown eyes and a flawless ivory complexion. At 29 Heather politely smiled and flashed her diamond ring and wedding band to show that she was off the market whenever men hit on her. At first this prim and proper married administrative assistant’s ingrained racial prejudice was reinforced by black men's eyes going from her toes to her nose on the walk from the parking garage to work and back. Although Heather self-consciously blushed and walked faster, surreptitious glances at those and other black men's visibly prominent phallic bulges appearing to be larger than White men correlated with interracial adulteresses in Penthouse Letters attributing unparalleled sexual gratification to bigger and black is better. Inner turmoil between marital monogamy and spiked nipples in the presence of noticeably well hung black men gradually diminished over the next few weeks. Heather not only became a surreptitious crotch watcher, but also increasingly provocative with Black men having visibly prominent phallic bulges.

About the same time an article entitled “When Your Man Is Not Measuring UP” in Cosmopolitan inspired Heather's first visit to an adult boutique a few weeks after purchasing the next issue of Penthouse Letters. Heather nervously meandered through the various sexually explicit displays in the boutique. She examined the enthralling marital aids and several videotapes before making her purchases.

Getting home long before her husband's expected arrival she excitedly loaded “Horny Housewives” interracial triple-X pornographic videotape into the bed room VCR. Taking the dildo from its box this once prim and proper housewife marveled again at its length, width and feel. She touched the lips of her vagina and turned the vibrator on. Nearly jumping with the sensations, she moved her first ever dildo up and down the opening, squirming from the utterly erotic vibrations. Heather touched her clit and almost lost control.

Her vaginal sheath was already sopping wet as she imagined herself in place of the actresses with the black man in the interracial triple-X pornographic videotape. He was a large, well-built man and his penis seemed to be even longer and bigger around than the ebony dildo. She wanted to go slow and enjoy enhancing her private pleasure but at the same time couldn't wait to cum. Heather's mind was racing as she brought the tip to her dripping vaginal lips and started to push it in. She fantasized the pornographic actor being there with her ... her legs wantonly wrapped around his ebony torso ... sliding that big black cock into her.

She continued to stroke the big black dildo in and out, coming down from the wondrous orgasm, reveling in the pleasure. Heather knew she wanted this kind of private pleasure much more frequently and had to thank the unexpected class discussion, Penthouse Letters Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives and the article entitled When Your Man Is Not Measuring UP in Cosmopolitan for making it all possible. Seeing, hearing and feeling semblances of interracial sexual pleasure with the new life-like nine-inch black dildo far surpassed merely reading Afrocentristic erotic accounts over the past few months.

The following week Heather returned to the adult boutique going directly to the section labeled Afrodisiac and selected Wanton White Wife. Erotic portrayal of a white woman unable to resist going black concluded with the starlet's pronouncement, "Can't deny it anymore...I'm hooked on big black cocks!" Salaciously empathizing with the white suburban housewife's Afrocentric sexual transformation compelled Heather to wonder what it would be like to do it in person.

Breathlessly, she shoved more of the nine-inch ebony pleasure probe in and out and in farther. Oh god, it was huge and warm and felt like a real cock. Heather loved being able to move it at her own pace. More inches disappeared into her now inflamed vaginal sheath as it wrapped around the ebony dildo. Heather's salacious imagination envisioned the black man on the videotape slowly fucking her.

Heather picked up the rhythm and was totally into the fantasy of the black man fucking her with abandon. He was rooting over her, jamming his huge cock, all nine inches of it deeply and completely into her tight white married vagina and she loved the thoughts almost as much as the feel. She'd never ever been plumbed to anywhere near that depth as the big thick black nine-inch midnight-hued magical monster was reaching previously untapped sensual places and driving her wild.

"Fuck me harder" she fantasized aloud ... "HARDER ... slam it into me .. I love your huge black cock .. fuck me on my husband's bed ...oh good! MORE.HARDER...FUCK ME! I’M CUMMING ... YYEESSSSSSSS!!!!"

Her hot wet pussy was erupting ...convulsing ... exploding with a tremendously strong orgasm. Heather thrashed around on the bed writhing in total pleasure from the illicit sensations emanating from deep within her pussy and the thoughts generated by her lascivious imagination. Being imaginarily fucked to a huge climax on her marital bed made the sensations all the more intense.

Heather wickedly thought to herself, ‘If my self-absorbed husband didn't ignore my sexual needs, then I wouldn't feel so erotic with this humongous black dildo twice as big as his white pencil dick giving me unbelievable pleasure on our bed. I LOVED fantasizing I am giving up my hot wet white married pussy to a big black cock!'

Fantasies were wonderful. The big black dildo is even better. But what would it be like to actually have a sexual encounter with a black man? 

Did she dare risk the financial and social benefits of marriage to an upwardly mobile? If a black man actually fulfills her unmet sexual needs, then the reward is worth the risk. Heather’s lascivious logic compelled her to accept it will be only a matter of time until she'll have to be very discreet to retain the image of a prim and proper wife.



Prim & Proper



His hands cupped the back of her thighs and pulled so that he could maneuver her into a laying position. Kneeling over her he looked down at her closed eyes and her almost naked body.

'Open your eyes, Susan. I want you to watch all that I'm going to do to you.'

Susan opened her eyes and watched as his big fingers hooked themselves in the waistband of her panties tugging them down her bare legs. Totally naked, he pulled her by her arms to get her to stand up. On shaking legs, Susan stood for him with her hands down by her sides. Only her little hands opening and closing nervously by her sides gave away that she was still not ready and a bit scared. 

After looking at her from top to bottom, Jim stood up and carried her to her bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed against her pillows, his eyes raked over her body as he stripped off his clothes in record time. He watched her as she closed her eyes again just as he dropped his shorts.

'Susan, don't close your eyes, look at me.'

Susan turned her head and opened her eyes to see his erection bouncing freely from his naked body. She closed her eyes again but immediately opened them again wanting to see him. 

'That's my girl'

Jim climbed over Susan and kneed her legs open so he could crawl between them. Again she shivered as his lips touched her tummy and his tongue slipped in to tease her belly button. Kneeling back up, he spread her legs wider and looked down to see her cunt lips separate and the shiny wetness that told him she was almost ready for him.

Susan's entire body blushed. Her first reaction was to close her legs against his eyes but she felt his hands holding them open. She shivered and couldn't believe how hot her skin felt and how his just looking at her could cause her such delicious distress. But it did. She was aching down there, between her legs, in her tummy, her breasts were full and her nipples puckered just like lips are after sucking sour lemons. 

Her thoughts came flying back to the moment, when she felt his thumbs touch her private lips and separated them wide. His mouth lowered and he took her clit between his lips. She screamed as her hips bucked off the bed in shock. His mouth felt wonderful. His mouth sucked her in and his finger inserted itself inside of her as her body seeped liquid fire over it. He pushed inside and hit the barrier he had expected.

Susan was oblivious to him reaching this barrier and was trembling and shaking with a passion she had yet to ever feel. She had orgasmed alone but never with this intensity or at the hands of someone else. She didn't even feel the tears that slid silently down her hot cheeks but Jim saw them. 

Once her orgasm had finished he rose to take her naked body in his arms. The feel of skin against skin was wonderful and he just wanted to climb on her body and drive his cock home but he contained himself long enough to make sure she was ok. 

"Susan, are you alright?'

'Ohhh yes, I am wonderful. I have never felt like this. I feel so light and weak and happy. Ohhh thank you.'

'Susan, there is more and I want to give you more but I want to be sure it is what you want too. Is it, Susan? Do you want the whole thing?'

'Yes, oh yes, I do. I'm ready. I really want this so much. Please.'

That was all Jim needed to hear. He positioned himself down between her legs again. His head lowered and he slowly flicked her clit. Susan felt the tingles in her body begin all over again. Just when it was starting to feel like she might come again, he moved his mouth lower. His lips slid along her slippery nether lips and his tongue delved inside. 

'Ohhh yes, ohhh yes' 

Jim felt that she was close to orgasm again. She was wet and ready so he climbed above her and placed his cock at her delightful opening. Gently he pushed until just the head was in. 

He gasped. 'Fuck I am not going to make it.'

Realizing that Jim was holding back afraid of hurting her, Susan gripped his ass and pulled him to her. That was all the encouragement he needed. Jim pushed in deep and hard but once there inside of her, he held still. 

Susan was shocked that it really did hurt but only for a moment. She knew Jim was holding still until she was ready for more. 

Tentatively, Susan moved her hips up to him. Jim took the cue that she was ready for more. He raised himself up and out of her only to shove his cock back inside. Again, he moved a little faster this time. Again. He could feel her juices paving the way, her cunt gripping him tight. He moaned out loud as his hips began a rhythm and each time he moved faster and faster. 

His hands slid around and held her ass pulling her to him as he rammed her again and again. Her moans mingled with his but he could hear hers and for him it was the last straw. He couldn't hold back any longer. 

Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips as he shoved his cock deep and hard. His balls climbed up almost inside his body with the need to come. His cock was enveloped in this hot furnace. It was too much for him. He felt it swell and throb; he knew that he was seconds away from blowing his load. He was wrong; he didn't even make it a second. They both were moaning as he filled her as she had never been filled before in her life. 

Moments later he collapsed on her. She didn't complain but loved the feel of his weight on her but he realized that he was heavy so he rolled to his side and pulled her above him. Her hair tickled his face and her nipples pressed against the hair on his chest. He looked up into her eyes.

'You ok?'

Susan lowered her head to hide her eyes and Jim's arms tightened around her in alarm. He was so afraid he had hurt her physically but even more worried he had hurt her emotionally. Susan looked up with tears in her eyes.

'I'm more than ok, Jim. Thanks.'

Jim never thought he would ever be in bed with a beautiful woman who would thank him for taking her virginity. He didn't want her retreat back into her guilt phase so he made a stab at levity. 

'My pleasure, ma'am. Now are you going to feed me and maybe later show me some good stuff on the internet? We could get some good ideas for future fantasies.'

Susan shivered remembering the video that she had just watched the night before, but smiled down at him, guilt free. 

'My pleasure, Sir.'

© Misty's Erotic Stories, 2005