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I Am 69

By: stickivicki



This story starts on day three of my summer adventure abroad. I was visiting my favourite uncle and aunt who lives Dubai. My uncle took me shopping to The Mall of the Emirates, we spent all day chatting, shopping and browsing the fabulously expensive and extravagant stores. I had a funny feeling all day, deep inside me that someone had been following us throughout the mall, but I had been putting it out of my mind. 

We made our way back to my uncle's white Mercedes Jeep that was parked on level six of the multi-story car park and packed it full with all the wonderful purchases he had bought for me. As we closed the trunk, a black Mercedes with black tinted windows passed us by very slowly before speeding off once it had passed. Another strange occurrence, on an already bizarre day that was about to get a lot more weird. 

We left the multi-story car park and got onto the main stretch of road, just before the major intersection where the four roads joined into one; we heard a loud BANG come from the engine compartment. Smoke gushed from the engine as we both got out of the car to check it. 

All the cars around us blasted their horns at us, and there I spotted the black Mercedes again, it slowed to a gentle stop in front of us. The driver went around and opened the back passenger door, out stepped an older Arab man dressed in a very fine dishdasha with a keffiyeh; he emerged and walked towards us as he waved his driver away. 

"Oh my, you seem to be having some car trouble, yes?" he asked already knowing the answer. 

I looked at my uncle then to the older man, as I frowned "Yes we are, it was fine then a loud Bang! We don't know what's wrong...Yet." I sighed as I put my hand in the engine and carried on looking for the problem. 

The man looked at me quizzically, I had forgotten women are not meant to speak, let alone know anything about cars. He and my uncle wandered off and continued to speak in English and Arabic, I could understand a little of the conversation but was not entirely sure as they walked further away. 

"My driver is at your disposal...he shall take you anywhere you would like. And I shall have your car repaired." he smiled as he nodded to my uncle and shook hands. 

The police arrived just as I found the problem, the radiator pipe had been damaged, either accidently or on purpose, who knows. The radiator had lost all water making it explode. 

"Come Claire, I'll get the bags and we can get a lift home from this nice gentleman." my uncle pulled my arm. 

I did not trust this man in the black Mercedes but he was kind and helpful, I could not be disrespectful to him as he offered us a lift home and to fix my uncle's car. There was something I could not put my finger on about him, but it was there, that little piece of doubt. 

"Okay, uncle." I lifted some of the bags from the jeep and placed them in the trunk of the black Mercedes as the driver closed it. 

We got into the car with the older man who offered us a cool beverage after being out in the blistering heat, which I graciously accepted. An ice cold bottle of water to quench my thirst. My uncle conversed with the man as I sat across from them both and watched. The man who then introduced himself as Alaa Al Haddad, Sultan of Abu Dhabi. My uncle's face dropped and all the colour drained from it, myself I could not help but smile at him unsure what to do or how to react. 

We, my uncle and I were sat in the Sultan of Abu Dhabi's car; in the presence of the Sultan! This had turned out to be a most adventurous day indeed. 

My uncle was completely flabbergasted by the revelations; I was left to resume the conversational flow. 

"So...you're the Sultan...Do you have a palace?" I could have slapped myself across the face, asking such a stupid question. 

"Yes my dear, of course I do." He chuckled a deep loud laugh. 

"Would you like to see it?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I would LOVE to." I smiled and nodded as my face flushed a deep crimson colour with my overly eager answer. 

My uncle was still in shock, nodding along with the plans as the Sultan and I continued to talk about general things, the weather and such until I asked about seeing him earlier. 

"It was you earlier, wasn't it? That drove passed us so slowly then sped off?" I asked as I narrowed my eyes quizzically. 

"You do not hold anything back my dear, do you?" he looked at my solemnly. 

A few awkward moments passed before he resumed to answer me, once he had realized I was not about to pass the subject over. 

"Yes, it was I. I saw you in The Mall and wanted to make sure you got to your car safely..." he trailed off. 

"We are almost home, Sultan." The driver interrupted our conversation. 

I took a sip of my water, the condensation dripped of the bottom of the bottle, running down my bare chest between my ample bosom and down the deep valley of my cleavage. The Sultan sat across from me watched my every move and traced the line of the water droplet with his eyes. 

The black Mercedes drove up to the palace entrance, black steel gates with the solid gold royal seal on it, the Royal Khanjar's crossing one another in a circle, the gates effortlessly opened for us. 

"Ah, come my dear. I shall show you my home. David? Will you come inside?" he paused for my uncle. 

"...Yes...yes Sultan." my uncle opened the car door, stepped out and held it open for The Sultan. 

"After you my dear..." he smiled. 

"My name is Claire...... Sultan." I shot him a half smile as I went to get out. 

"I know, call me Al...Claire" he touched my hand as I clambered out the car like I was drunk. 

"Okay...Al" I smiled as I stood looking at him as he gracefully emerged from the car. 

We walked up the cascading mountain of marble that was the stairs, passed the identical water features on either side of the grand and lavish staircase. We strolled along a long solid marble hallway and into the entrance room which was more marble, floor to ceiling; with the most magnificent chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. It had ornate carvings in the marble walls, a huge self portrait of the Sultan on a twenty foot wall. Plush silk sofa's with matching curtains and throws cushions big enough to seat 40 comfortably. 

We stopped at a double doorway that opened to reveal a huge solid wooden table; it could have been 100 feet long with at least 60 chairs. It was overflowing with fresh fruit, water, coffee, tea, confectionary, everything you could ever want and more. 

"Please, help yourselves." The Sultan motioned to us. 

"Thank you, Sultan." My uncle Dave stammered.

"Thank you...Al." I replied. 

"You know, it feels very strange calling you Al." I said quietly. 

"Well...what would you rather call me Claire?" he enquired. 

"Oh no...I wasn't meaning I should get to call you anything else, I just mean everyone else is calling you Sultan and I'm calling you Al." I scrambled to explain, blushing again. 

"You are very cute, when you're flustered Claire..." he laughed. 

My uncle intervened by coughing to let us know he was still there. 

"Well...I think it's time myself and Claire was getting home. My wife will be worried about us." he announced. 

"Oh, okay. Well my driver can take you home." he snapped his fingers. 

"Ramey, take Mr. Bale and Claire home." 

"Yes Sultan!" he replied from nowhere. 

The Sultan walked us out to the car where we said our goodbyes, thanked him for rescuing us and for a lovely afternoon at the palace. We figured that, that would be the last we would be seeing him. 

A week later...

A phone call from the Mercedes dealership to say the car was ready to be picked up, worked out to be the chance meeting with the Sultan again. 

My uncle was at work when we received the phone call so my aunt drove me to the dealership to pick the car up; as we approached I spotted the black Mercedes again. Butterflies fluttered deep down in the pit of my stomach. 

He was here, I smiled inside. 

I went inside to get the keys when I saw the Sultan, our eyes met as he was speaking to the owner of the dealership. Everything seemed to slow down; everyone seemed to be watching my every move towards the Sultan and the owner. 

"Salaam aleikum, Sultan." I nodded. 

"Wa aleikum as-salaam, my dear." He smirked at me and walked passed grazing my hand with his index finger. 

I did not turn to follow him, I continued over to the owner to get the keys and paperwork for the car. He stopped as he realized I was not following him outside, the owner looked at me with a worried look on his face. 

"Go to him..." he whispered as he handed me the keys and documentation. 

I shook my head as I turned on my heels and walked out of the dealership, passing the Sultan on my way out. As I stood by his Mercedes outside, he emerged from the garage looking angry and amused. 

"No one has ever disobeyed me...EVER..." he growled and smiled. 

"I am not yours to control and you didn't give me any orders or ask me to follow you." I looked into his eyes as I spoke to him with a deadpan face. 

He stared at me in shock; it was as if I had taken all the air from his lungs. 

"Well...we'll see..." he cackled as he got into his car. 

***** 

My uncle and aunt had been summoned to the palace for a business meeting; it lasted all of 15 minutes if you included the security at the gate. When they returned home my aunt was so unhappy and distressed, no one would tell me what had happened or what was going on. I was kept in the dark about the whole situation that was about to erupt. 

The following day I woke up early and saw my aunt sat on the foot of my bed, watching me sleep. 

"What's wrong Liz?" I asked sleepily. 

"He wants you! He wants to..." My aunt burst into tears as she flopped onto bed at my legs, hugging them tightly. 

I eventually got her to calm down after a good crying session, hugs and a cup of tea I finally got it out of her. 

I was to become his number 69. 

His newest Odalisque in the Imperial harem. 

I was to be sold and trained in skills he found attractive in a lover, wife and potential mother of his children. If I was a well-rounded, skilled Odalisque I would make my way up the harem hierarchy quickly, with the potential to become a Kadin, a favoured one, a wife. 

The Sultan's plan and mines were two very different things altogether. 

My escape plan... 

He would not take no for an answer, so my only hope was to run. I would take my aunt's car, drive to the next country to try to escape his clutches. I had three choices Saudi Arabia, Qatar or Oman but which to choose... 

As I rushed around trying to pack things into bags, there was loud banging at the front door. 

"Don't answer it!!" I screamed to my little cousin, but it was too late. 

He opened the door to reveal four army officials, there on behalf of the Sultan, there for me. As I stood at the top of the three story marble staircase, I stared down at them as ascended the stairs towards me in a hurried fashion.

I backed away from them towards my bedroom but before I could get to my door they were right in front me, they grabbed my arms and held me where I stood. 

"Going somewhere, Claire?" one of the men asked. 

"We shall pack the rest, sit there and do not move or speak." the same man demanded. 

I was sat on the edge of my bed, I was in shock; I watched the men pack all my belonging, I was not sure what was happening. 

'Where was my aunt?' I thought to myself. 

Then it hit me, they sold me! ... ...No, my uncle sold me!! That is why my aunt was so upset. 

That bastard!!!

Taken by the Guards...

I was taken to the palace in the back of a white Rolls Royce, with a two army vehicle entourage that carried all my belongings. We arrived at those same black steel gates that opened seamlessly again, this time I was not excited. I was fucking terrified. 

The car door was opened quickly as I was grabbed by the arm, dragged from the car then practically bodily lifted up the mountainous marble stairs. I tried to fight them but it was useless and pointless, I was a woman in an Arab country; I was worth less than a goat here. 

I was sat in the same lounge as I saw the first time I had visited with my uncle, the doors were locked and I was alone for the first time in my life. I was scared shitless. 

Hours passed before I heard any movement; a side door opened and a woman appeared wearing a black burqa that covered her completely from head to toe. All I could make out was her pale white hands that carried in the silver tray with tea and food on it. 

"Shukran..." I whispered to her. 

"Your welcome Claire ...I'm Natalya..." she said before she scurried back out the door. 

I drank the tea and ate most of the food, I was famished as I was taken a little before breakfast and it was now almost dinner. I heard raised voices outside the main doorway before hearing keys jingled in the lock, I sat as far back on the sofa as I could and placed a cushion on my lap as I tried to blend in with it. The Sultan stormed in as he was still yelling at the men outside the room in Arabic. 

"My dear, Claire...I'm sorry you were treated in such a way..." 

I could not speak, I sat staring at him as I blinked furiously with my mouth open, a little unsure of what to do or say. 

"Claire...speak!" He demanded as he sat next to me, he searched my face for an answer or sign of life. 

"I... I don't know what you expect me to say. You either bought me or had me kidnapped! What am I supposed to say to that?" I blurted out in a rage as I threw the pillow down beside me. 

"You have been grossly misinformed, my dear. Your uncle GAVE you to me, as a gift for investing in his company. I would never try to buy you, let alone kidnap you! He told me you agreed with him about the arrangement..." he informed me. 

"I was not informed at all! Your men came barging in, grabbed me and threw me around like a piece of meat! And no I am NOT in agreement with it!" I screamed at him forgetting he was the Sultan, the ruler of the land that I am a visitor in. 

"I will have my driver take you home..."he said with a sad, grim look upon his face. 

"Wait... If I stay, I don't want to be your whore. I want to be your wife, or like your wife." I suggested. 

"Well... No one is ever that direct with me, my dear. I think that is why I like you so much. Stay, while I think it over, please?" He raised his eyebrows at my suggestion as he rubbed his chin in contemplation. 

I nodded in acceptance to his offer. 

A week passed... 

I was treated like a princess all week, anything I wanted I was given with no questions asked; it was like a dream come true. I knew it would all come to an end eventually and it came one night that week before dinner. I received a note from the Sultan asking me to dress in formal wear for dinner that evening. 

I chose to wear the blue and gold sari the Sultan had bought for me the previous day; it fit my curves perfectly and showcased my flat stomach, wide hips and heaving chest. I had my amber tresses pinned up high as I was going to wear the sapphire earrings he had given me that matched my deep blue eyes. My eye makeup was done in the style of the Egyptians, and my pale skin made somewhat paler with the hue of the blue from the sari. 

As I walked into the dining room I could see the look in his eyes and on his face, he liked my outfit. It was the first time he had seen the sari on my body, and the first time he had really seen my body. He stood up, walked to my chair and pulled it out for me before sitting back down. We were alone at the table for 60 and I wondered why I had to dress formally for just the two of us. 

"Claire...I have taken time to think our situation over...I have discussed it with my advisors and I have made my decision." he reached for his gold cup of water. 

I sat looking at him as he paused for a drink of water to wet his pallet before he went on to tell me his decision, the decision that could change my life forever. 

"As I said I've thought long and hard and I want to ask you a serious question. I want you to be my wife..." he paused seeking my reaction. 

"Really...?" I squeaked. 

"Of course." he said sternly. 

I squealed excitedly as I bounced up and down in my chair. 

"We must go through the proper courtship rituals, you must have a chaperone with you always and you must be examined by my private physician to make sure you are a virgin and that your well." he smiled wickedly as he walked towards me, kissing my head, before he walked away waving his hands at the servants as he gave out orders. 

The Sultan's private physician was called to the palace that night to check that my womanhood was still intact before anything was arranged or announced. After a thorough examination I was given a certificate of purity, to prove I am still pure and a clean bill of health. 

The engagement was announced to the city and within a matter of hours it had become worldwide news, I telephoned my parents first to tell them beforehand so they knew all about it before it went global. 

The wedding was planned for six weeks, the invites were sent out to all the dignitaries and political allies of the Sultan from all across the world. My family and friends were being flown in from across the Atlantic a week before the wedding to be shown around and to be fitted with the proper attire for the wedding. I was having a red and gold hand stitched silk sari custom made to match the Sultan's attire for the ceremonies, he also had my jewellery specially made as a surprise for me; which I had to wait 'til the day of the wedding to see. 

I spent all my time with my chaperone and the Sultans' mother Tahirah, going over details for the henna night, the ceremony, wedding party, my dress, the rings and the first time being alone with the Sultan. 

***** 

The day of the wedding was fast approaching, the night before was the Henna night where I would get my palms and feet decorated with Mehendi while all my female family and friends got to meet the Sultans' female family. There we would see each other for the last time before the wedding ceremony, the Sultan would come so we could be Mehendi'd together and he would offer me my mahr, my gold. 

Everyone was sat around me; everyone watched and chatted as my Mehendi was being applied, enjoying the music and the company. I looked up and saw the Sultan stood in the doorway watching me as I was smiled and chatted with the women. I beamed a huge smile at him as I bowed my head towards him and winked, everyone turned to see what had made me smile so much. 

"Sultan..." an echo from everyone. 

"As you where ladies, it is good to see you all so relaxed. I think I shall sit next to my bride to get my Mehendi if you do not mind..." he suggested as he walked towards where I sat on the floor, before sitting next to me and touching my chin. 

Everyone watched with bated breath, no one had ever seen the Sultan in this light before, he looked almost smitten. 

"Come now, I do not have all day. Let's get to going." he held his hands out to the woman; she started applying the henna to his hands scrolling my initials on his palms. 

I watched with a tiny smile on my face as he looked completely innocent and so peaceful, sat there surrounded by our family and friends on the eve of our wedding. 

"Well...I shall see you all tomorrow. Especially you, my dear..." he said as he kissed my head, taking a deep breath; inhaling my scent. 

"Tomorrow...Al." I shot him a big smile as I stared directly into his deep brown eyes. 

We continued the Mehendi party until my hands and feet were complete then I was sent off to bed to get as much rest as possible; for tomorrow would be a long day, and I would not be getting any sleep tomorrow night. 


I Am 69



The Day of the Wedding... 

I was woken at 6am to be bathed in rose water; I was washed by two women in a marble bathtub that was a little bigger than the size of a hot tub. They left no patch of skin unwashed, my hair also washed with rose water and left to dry naturally. The two women thoroughly dried me off before they applied sweet scent to my body. They then took me to Tahirah; she would dress me today, my mother. 

"Good morning Claire, how are we?" she asked gently as she stroked my head. 

Tahirah was in her mid-70's, a mother of eight sons and six daughters, most of which were married to or were other rulers across the middle east, her oldest son was the Sultan. She was very small in stature with long wavy grey hair down to her backside; the years had been good to her unlike her late husband. He used to beat her for giving birth to female heirs. For what she lacked in height she made up for in wisdom and kindness. She was everything you could ask for in a mother. 

"I'm well, Tahirah. How are you?" I smiled putting on a brave front. 

"You are nervous child; it is only to be expected. Do not worry, he will treat you well." she hugged me and took me over to a chair and sat me down. 

Tahirah started to pin my long red hair up in preparation for the ceremony, I watched her lovingly pin it up so carefully for me. She then went on to my makeup, black Egyptian cat eye makeup, a little lip tint and I was done. 

"Thank you Tahirah! You mean the world to me; I promise I will always take care of Alaa; and you. I swear." I said as I stood up to hug her tightly. 

"...Oh child...I was not expecting you to say that." she cried happily. 

She continued to help me to dress, she fixed my red and gold sari into the correct positions and the Sultan had entrusted his mother with my jewellery. 

"Come child." she waved. 

I followed her intrigued. 

"This is for you my child, this is my gift to you." she handed me a small tattered black box. 

I looked at her and smiled as I opened the box to reveal a gold diamond encrusted hair ornament. My mouth dropped open; I was stunned and unable to speak. 

"Do you not like it, my child?" she paused with a saddened look on her face. 

"I...I LOVE it. It is so beautiful...I don't know what to say..." I hugged her. 

"That's all you had to say...it was given to me on my wedding day by my husband's mother" Tahirah told me as she hugged me back. 

"This is from your Husband." she handed me a big red velvet box. 

"Eeeee....I'm excited." I squealed. 

I took the box and placed it on the bed as I knelt on the floor to open it while Tahirah stood behind me watching on; I opened the box to reveal a ruby encrusted necklace with matching earrings and bracelets. 

"OH...MY...GOD!! Tahirah look..." I said in a high pitched voice. 

"They are very beautiful like you my child." Tahirah smiled down at me, kissing my head with such sadness in her eyes. 

"What's wrong?" I frowned. 

"Remembering my wedding day... Anyway this is your day and we need to finish getting you ready and something to eat." 

She helped put the necklace, bracelets and hair ornament on me as I put the earring on, I stood up in front of her my outfit complete, my sari with my jewellery and makeup done. Tahirah smiled at me and opened the door leading me out to the ceremony room. 

All our families and friends where sat around with all the dignitaries and political allies of the Sultans', the Imam was waiting to perform the ceremony with the Sultan. I walked over to them and the Imam started, he said a short speech then asked my father to sign a contract with the Sultan. 

"You look very beautiful." the Sultan whispered to me as my father signed me away. 

We were officially married. 

The Sultan placed a four carat diamond platinum ring on my right hand ring finger, and then I placed a platinum band on his right hand ring finger. 

We went out to the gardens' of the palace for the wedding reception where we sat on the kosha, where we reigned as king and queen of the reception. The drinks were then passed around to wish us happiness and health in our marriage before we switched the rings from the right hand to the left; that lead onto our first dance. 

He took my hand leading me to the dance floor; he spun me around before he kissed my hand as we danced. The d.j then invited everyone else up to join us in our first dance. 

"I love you..." I whispered in his ear.

"I have loved you since the first moment I saw you in the mall. I will always love you Claire" he smiled. 

The Sultan took the microphone from the d.j. 

"I wish to thank you all for being here to share this special event with me and my beautiful wife today. It has been a wonderful day but I must retire now with my wife but please stay and enjoy the festivities." he announced to everyone. 

The Wedding Night. 

I was taken to the Sultan's bed chamber by Tahirah, where Al was waiting for us; he was wearing only a pair of trousers. 

"Thank you Mother." he pecked her cheek. 

"Be kind to her son, she is a good girl." Tahirah smiled as she left. 

"Hi...husband." I smiled at Al as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Hi wife..." he held out his hand, beckoning me to him. 

I walked towards Al and placed my hand in his; he had the softest skin to touch for a man in his late 40's. He gasped my hand and pulled me onto his lap, he lovingly stroked my cheek as I placed my legs across his. I ran my left hand threw his salt and pepper coloured hair; I turned to him, our noses touched with our lips only a few millimetres away from one another.

I could feel his breathing become ragged and sharp. 

"Thank you for my gifts." I whispered onto his lips as I stared into his chocolate eyes. 

"Anything for you...anything." his hand reached up to my neck holding me in place as he kissed my lips for the first time. 

My arms wrapped around his neck pulling him to me; and me to him as he kissed me with more passion and lust. He lay back onto the bed pulling me with him making me be on top of him as we kiss, his hands roamed my body; pulling the sari wrap off my head and shoulders. Pulling on the zipper of my blouse; he revealed my bare back, his hands ran down my warm new exposed skin to my ass. He grabbed it as I moved my legs to either side of his hips straddling him; we were still locked in our first passionate kiss. I pulled away from him braking our kiss, gasping for air as I held my top over my heaving milky white breasts. 

"Let it fall..." Al asked me. 

I looked down at him as I removed my hand and placed it on his chest with my other hand, the blouse slid down my pale freckled arms and onto his chest. Revealing to him my hard rose coloured nipples and heavy breasts that swayed as I took a deep nervous breaths, I stared down into his dark brown eyes as I bit my bottom lip. 

His hands worked their way up my legs slowly caressing every inch of them; from my ankles to my calves to my knees then my thighs where he stopped. He looked up into my emerald eyes looking for a sign to continue or to stop. I smiled a n anxious half smile at him were he continued on to my untouched womanhood, his skilled fingers finding my clit almost instantly. It was he who was now smiling a half smile at me, almost wickedly. He rubbed over my little nub so gently in circles then back and forth. My breath heightened; making my breasts move faster and more rapid, I watched Al watching me and my breasts as his fingers worked their magic on my body. 

"You are ready my princess..." he smiled eagerly. 

"I'm scared Al..." I sighed and put my head down in shame. 

"I'll be gentle, I promise." he told me as he lifted my chin up with his index finger. 

He pulled me down onto his chest wrapping his arms around my back as he rolled us over, pinning me under him. He knelt up on the bed pushed up away from me; he took my leg in his hands, starting at my toes he kissed up both my legs until he reached the top of my thighs, where he undid my skirt and pulled it out from under me. 

I was splayed out naked on his huge white linen bed.

He slid off the bed and stood at the bottom of it as he looked up at me. He undressed revealing his already throbbing and rock hard manhood, before clambering up the bed to lie between my legs. 

"You seen my penis Claire? This is what you do to me all the time." he sighed in frustration. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and back pulling him onto my chest; I kissed him hard, opening my mouth and pushing my tongue into his mouth to show him my wanting and my lust. 

"I am yours, take me." I whisper in his ear as I kiss up his cheek. 

Al reached between my legs he held his firm cock in his hand; he rubbed the head against my clit then up and down my slit. He looked into my eyes and asked again if I was ready; I nodded and he kissed me as he pushed the head of his rock hard cock into my pussy. I let out a moan that was muffled by Al's kiss. Still holding his cock he slid back and forth before he pushed against my hymen tearing it; he was inside me, I was no longer a virgin and I was his now and forever. I screamed out only to have it silenced by the Sultan's lips and tongue, tears' fell from my tightly closed eyes. He stopped inside me, breaking our kiss. 

"Are you okay...?" he asked as he wiped my tears away replacing them with a kisses. 

"I'm okay..." I smiled a sad smile. 

He continued to making love to me as he kissed my neck and breasts working his way towards my highly sensitive nipples, he was slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy. I held on to his neck and back as he was thrusting, our breathing both ragged as I start to feel something building deep in my belly. I started to make noises I had never made before, I was starting to climax. He kissed my areola's before nibbling gently on my nipples making me gasp and grab his hair. 

We kissed furiously as we were both reaching the penultimate point of climax; he grabbed my legs pushing them on his shoulders as he plunged into me again, deeper. I was going to explode soon. Sooner than I imagined as Al started to cum inside me; his body spasmed and slammed against mine, he was balls deep in me as I exploded, my body shaking and shuddering as I came on his wilting member. 

That was the last thing I remembered of that night. 

I woke up in Al's arm's; it was the safest, most wonderful place I had ever been and ever cared to be. I lay there in his embrace as I watched him sleep; he looked so peaceful, content and calm. I could not help but stretch up to kiss him, to kiss my husband. 

***** 

Three Months Later 

***** 

I had been sick for the last week; week and a half when the Sultan had the physician called in to see me, he arrived at our bed chambers. He announced his arrival with a loud knock on the door. 

"Come in. I'm in here." I called out from the bathroom as I was throwing up. 

"Come...your highness...come." the physician helped me to my feet and into bed as my servant fetched me a glass of water. 

"Tell me what is wrong. The Sultan is extremely worried about you, your highness." he confessed to me. 

"Nothing, I feel fine. I just keeping throwing up." I told him innocently. 

"And when was you last period, your highness?" he asked bluntly.

"Emm...I don't know. Now that you mention it, it has been a while." I told him as the penny dropped in my head. 

After an examination and a blood test I was told I was with child, potentially the next heir to the throne. The Sultan was called to our bed chambers immediately to be informed of my 'illness'.

"Al, come." I patted the bed beside me.

"What is wrong my dear..." he asked as he sat down with a grim look on his face.

"Everything is fine. I am well." I smiled at him as I took his hand placing it on my stomach.

"I am with child. You are to be a daddy." I beamed at him.

"Oh you wonderful, wonderful girl!!" he grabbed my head as he kissed me all over, and then kissed my belly.

"Praise Allah! Notify everyone I am to be a father again." he shouted to his servants. 

***** 

Six Months Later 

***** 

I gave birth to a baby boy, giving the Sultan his first male heir after having 12 daughters; Allah had finally blessed him with a son. He had always thought that Allah had cursed him by only giving him female children until I gave birth to our son. 

He loved me more than he did before and worshipped the ground I walk on; for I had given him our son Caleb, his heir to the throne. The one thing the other 68 could not. 

I am 69.



I am



I am a slut. 

Inside I've always known there is nowhere I would rather be than on my knees sucking cock and doing what he tells me. I also know how lucky I am when he allows me to be tied as its one of my favorite things!

Today is my lucky day.... 

I have painstakingly prepared myself the way he prefers, ensuring all of the little details are completed. All items he could possibly want laid out for him to inspect and use as he sees fit. Once those tasks are complete I tend to my body. I clean and shave everywhere that needs to be. I oil my skin just enough to make it soft yet not enough to make me slippery. Once my preparation is complete I slip to my knees with anticipation, clasp my hands behind my neck, extend my elbows out wide and cast my eyes down. A quiver of lust shakes my body as I settle myself. I feel his presence in the room long before he utters a word. I know if I were to glance up to look I would get something that would make me miserable instead of the exquisite pleasure I've been told is coming. I manage to control my urge as my desire to obey his wishes is great, and my need to know what happens next about on par with it.

He speaks softly, yet his voice is strong, "Are you ready, my pet?"

"Yes Master, I am ready."

"Well, my pet, let me see how well you got everything ready." I wait, anticipating him finding something wrong or not up to par. "It would appear that you have done well my pet. It seems you will indeed get your little treat." 

As he steps in front of me I try to prepare myself as I am loath to give up full control. It is something I struggle with something he has been more than happy to assist me in losing. 

It is then that I realize he is getting ready to place a blindfold on me...relax...breath... 

"Are you ok, my pet? You seem a bit jumpy."

"Yes Master, I am just unsettled by the blindfold." 

"Aww" he growls out, "My sweet little slut, you just wait for what I have in store for you." 

Mmm, that change in tone, deeper, stronger, more commanding voice coming out...I feel my cunt clench and begin to swell as the juices begin to flow. 

"Open your mouth, slut." 

I don't even opt to say, "Yes Master". The tone used indicates that would displease and be seen as a delay. A delay he would not like. I feel him place the gag in my mouth then ensure I can't move or displace it as he tightens the leather straps up. I can't see or talk, a woman's worst nightmare...my greatest desire. Just this little bit has me so excited. I hear your comments about it. I feel your hand tighten on my collar. 

"When I jerk, you better stand." 

I mutter, "Yes Master," into the gag.

You chuckle, "Oh my pet, it's so tight I can't hear my favorite words come out of your mouth."

"How will you beg me to cum?"

"How will you ask for permission to let my cunt release its sweet nectar?"

"Poor, sweet pet, what were you thinking by asking for this?"

I moan against the gag, half protesting, knowing how bad I want this to happen. He knows it's just for show as I begged for it, pleaded, and he consented. I will get it and then some.

I feel his hand tighten at my collar anticipating his command I spring to my feet. 

"Feeling a bit anxious slut? I could make you sit here long anticipating...but I don't think you would behave...you're going to need your hands for this part."

I move my hands in front and feel the side of the wood surface...oh how I've waited to be attached to this table he constructed!

First, waiting for the leather gear to arrive. Second, locating and purchasing the correct lumber he wanted. Smiling, thinking of while I watched him sweat and toil, building something that I knew I would be strapped to it for his pleasure. It makes this even better as tonight is about pleasure alright, torturous pleasure! 

I feel the hardness of the sides and the soft padded covered top just enough to protect my knees or back whichever end may be down or up. I step up and climb on as I feel him tug my leash I scoot closer to the edge.

"A little more, pet, I must connect your collar to this lovely chin rest..."

I don't recall what you're talking about as there has never been one on this...yet I feel the D-ring clip my neck to the padded rest sitting at the perfect height.

Again, I try to mumble against the gag, "Thank you Master" only to hear him chuckle an evil laugh..."You won't be thanking me soon, My pet."



I Am A 30 Year Old Cum Loving Slut



I am a married 30 year old cum loving slut

My name is Kerry. I am 30 years old and happily married to Robert with 2 children. I am attractive. Have medium length dark hair and have two very large secrets. 

1. I am addicted to CUM. Lovely male cum. I love the feel of it. I love the taste of it. I love watching it shoot out of the top of huge hard cocks. I love the feel as it hits the back of my throat. I love the feel of it on my tits. I love my husbands cum. I love any mans cum. Fortunately for me my husband loves to see me enjoying other mens cum.

Its simple I ADORE CUM.

2. I am addicted to behaving like a tart. I am a SLUT. I adore dressing tartily and picking men up. I don't let them fuck me, I want their cum. I want their cum on my hands, in my mouth, on my face, on my tits. My husband Robert understands my needs and encourages me. It turns him on watching me in action.

It all started a long time ago. I had just left school and started college. I had just turned 18. My brother Lee who is older started me off. I first caught him playing with himself. Our parents were out and as I passed his bedroom one day I saw him lying on the bed looking at a magazine and rubbing his cock. I was amazed at the size of it. I didn't know what he was doing but the look on his face told me he enjoyed it. At that early age I was fascinated with it.

I decided I wanted to catch him doing it and let me watch him. I knew that whenever our parents were out he would go to his room and do it. I didn't know what it was called, I had not even heard of wanking. Our parents were going out for the afternoon and left the two us to amuse ourselves. Looking back it should have been abuse ourselves.

I knew Lee would go straight up to his room, but I beat him up there and went into my bedroom. Minutes later I heard Lee running up the stairs. He rushed in, pushed the door shut and lay on the bed. I quietly crept from my room along to Lee's. The door wasn't fully shut and I looked in through the crack of the door. Lee was lying on his bed. I saw him reach under his mattress and pull out a magazine. He pulled his trousers and underpants down. I could see his cock was already hard and grown to about 7 inches in length. He flicked through the magazine obviously looking for a particular page. When he found it he lay the open magazine on the bed and started rubbing his cock.

He had his hand wrapped tightly round it and moved his hand up and down it very fast. I was mesmerised by what I was watching. It also gave me a funny feeling in between my legs.

After only a couple of minutes he slowed down and reached for some tissues. He put them over the end of his cock and carried on rubbing it, but slower now, and then he speeded up. The look on his face told me he was enjoying it. I was now getting wet in between my legs. I thought I had peed myself but it was a much different feeling. A much nicer feeling.

Suddenly Lee was breathing really heavy now and rubbing his cock very fast. Then he cried out and stopped rubbing it. He was holding the tissue tight over the end of his cock. I was disappointed in not being able to see what happened.

Lee lay there for a while and then started flicking through the magazine again. I watched as his cock started getting longer again. I decided now was the time to catch him. I pushed the door open and rushed in. Lee quickly sat and tried to cover himself. He shouted at me and asked why I was spying on him.

I told him I had seen what he was doing and was going to tell mum what he had been doing. Then I added unless he lets me watch him do it again. Lee thought for a while and said, 'OK, but don't tell anyone, it must be our secret.'

He lay down again and looked at the magazine. I saw lots of naked girls. There was one in particular he liked and soon he was holding his cock and rubbing it again. I saw the tissue he had used and looked at it. I opened it and saw it was very wet. There was a big thick blob of something white in it. I touched it. It was warm and slimy. I lifted it to my nose and smelt it. I liked the smell. I liked the feel of it. 

All the while I was still watching Lee rubbing his cock. He was staring at a naked girl who had big breasts. Mine had been developing for quite a while now and not as large as the girl in the photo, I hoped they would one day be as big.

I put the tissue down and concentrated on what my brother was doing. I felt myself getting wet between the legs again and enjoyed the feeling I was getting although I didn't know what it was. 

I asked Lee, 'Do you want to look at my breasts,? He said he did. I took my tee shirt off and the C cup bra that I was wearing. I felt self conscious when I compared mine to the girl in the photo. My nipples had hardened and grown larger. I liked the feeling I was getting.

Lee said, 'You can touch my cock if I can touch your tits,'

I didn't hesitate, I really wanted to feel what it was like. I reached and wrapped my hand round his cock. It felt so hot and hard. I started rubbing my hand up and down like I had seen my brother doing. I felt him touch my tits, as he liked to call them. He pinched my nipple and squeezed it. The feeling was lovely, then he started stroking them and squeezing them. All the while I was rubbing his cock. It seemed to be getting even larger.

Soon Lee said, 'Quick get a tissue, I'm cumming.'

I didn't know what he meant. I assumed the white stuff was going to shoot out of the end. I didn't want it to go in a tissue I wanted it all over my hand.

I carried on rubbing it even faster and I felt him squeezing my nipples even harder. Then I watched as the white stuff shot out of his cock all over the bedclothes. I carried on rubbing him until the white stuff had stopped coming out. Lee stopped playing with my tits and lay down and closed his eyes. I scooped some of the white stuff off the bedcovers and ran it through my fingers. It was so hot and sticky. I loved it. I smelt it and then poked out my tongue and licked it. It was quite salty and I liked it.

I looked at Lee and asked, 'Did I do it all right? Did you enjoy it?' 

Lee said, 'Yes, it was great, did you enjoy it too?'

I told him I did. We sat talking and I asked Lee how long he had been doing it. At first he was a bit embarrassed and then told me had been doing it for a few years. He said, 'It's called masturbating but most people call it wanking and the white stuff that comes out is called spunk or cum and it gives you the most wonderful feeling as you cum.'

He asked me if I masturbated myself and I said I didn't. He asked if I wanted to do it again for him. I told him I did and he said, 'Can I do it to you as well?' I told him, 'I don't know what to do, I know it felt good when you played with my tits and I felt wet in between my legs.'

He said, 'That was because you were getting sexually aroused. I've never done it to a girl before but I'd like to try and if you enjoy it as much I do, it'll be great.'

I said, 'I want you to do it to me. I want you to masturbate me and make me cum.'

Now I took my skirt and knickers off and sat down beside my brother. He reached over and started rubbing my breasts and playing with my nipples. I really enjoyed the feeling and felt myself getting wet again. I started rubbing Lee's cock again and loved the feel as it grew large in my hand. After a while Lee stopped playing with my tits and put his hand between my legs. I opened my legs slightly so he could put his hand in between them. I felt very wet and didn't know what he was going to do. I felt him push a finger slightly inside where I peed from and then took it out again but quickly put it back in. It was lovely. 

I was rubbing Lee's cock faster again and he told me to slow down as it was so good he wanted it to last, he didn't want to cum too soon. Lee was now pushing his finger in and out of me quite fast and I loved it. He told me was finger fucking my pussy. He was using words I hadn't heard before. But I didn't mind I just enjoyed it too much. I was getting wetter all the time and it was wonderful. I was rubbing Lee's cock even faster now. I wanted him to cum again. I didn't know then that men couldn't keep cumming all the time.

The more excited Lee made me the faster I rubbed his cock. Soon I felt it twitching and knew it was going to cum. I put my other hand over the top so his cum went all over my hand. It felt wonderful. He was still finger fucking my pussy and I was still enjoying it. 

When he had finished cumming I ran his cum through my fingers. I really did like the feel of it. I smelt it again and licked my fingers but this time I licked them clean and took all his cum in my mouth. Eventually I swallowed it. I can still remember all those years ago my first taste of cum as if it was yesterday. I think that very first taste was when I got hooked on it.

Now Lee told me to lie down. I opened my legs and Lee lay beside me. He carried on finger fucking me for a while and then started stroking me gently. He told me he was finding my clitoris. I hadn't even heard of the word. But suddenly I had this most wonderful feeling throughout my body. Whatever he was rubbing it was senational. 

I said, 'Oh Lee, it's wonderful, I don't want to ever stop, Oh its heaven.'

Lee said, 'It's your clitoris, it's the most sensitive part of your sex organs. Just playing with it is going to make you cum. Do you want your brother to make you cum?'

'Oh yes, Lee, please, it's wonderful, make me cum.'

Lee carried on rubbing me just on the right spot. I felt wonderful all over. My nipples were so hard and felt great and I had just the most sensational feeling I have ever experienced. Suddenly I felt every part of my body started trembling. I loved it but was scared. I thought I was dying as my body shook and trembled all over but it was just a sensational feeling. After a while it subsided. 

Lee looked at me and said, 'You have just cum.'

I smiled at him and said, 'Oh that was heaven, I want to do it again.'

We carried on like this for the rest of the afternoon, just enjoying playing with each other. Lee showed me how to play with myself and he enjoyed watching me make myself cum for the very first time.

Our mutual exploration of each other continued daily and quite often 2 or 3 times a day. Whenever the opportunity arose we took it. Lee never attempted or even suggested he wanted to fuck me. We simply enjoyed playing with each others body. Every opportunity I got I wanked him off. I never let him cum into tissues again. He would always cum over my hands, or tits or face. 

One thing we really enjoyed doing was when we would play with ourselves and watch each other cum. I would lie down and play with my pussy and Lee would kneel beside my face. As I played with myself I would watch Lee wanking himself off only inches from my face. We both soon learnt how to control when we came.

We would talk to each other all the time telling each other how much we were enjoying it and when we were about to cum. Lee would always hold back until I was about to cum. I would tell him I was about to cum and Lee would wank faster as he saw my body tremble as I came he would cum at the same time. I would open my mouth and he would shoot his cum inside it and all over my face. Even then I think I was getting addicted to cum.

After a few weeks Lee bought another magazine home. This had very explicit photos in it and also stories. As soon as mum and dad were out we went to his room to read it. We undressed and started playing with each other while we read some of the stories. We really learnt a lot that afternoon. The most exciting thing we discovered was oral sex. I already liked the taste of cum and as soon as I saw girls doing it in the magazine I wanted to copy them.

Lee said he knew about it but had obviously never experienced it. 

I said, 'Well, your little sister is now going to give you your first experience of it.'

I opened my mouth and took Lee's cock deep inside. I licked it and sucked it. I didn't really know what to do but I was really enjoying it. 

Lee told me, 'Suck it hard, suck the end and move your mouth up and down it.'

I did as he said and clamped my lips tight around it. Lee was reaching up and playing with my nipples and as much as I wanted to make him cum in my mouth I also wanted to cum myself. The feeling as I sucked and squeezed his cock with my lips was fantastic and when I felt his cock twitching I knew he was going to cum and I wasn't going to let any of it escape from my mouth. 

It was a shock as his cum hit the back of my throat but the taste and feel of it on my tongue and in my mouth soon overcame that. I adored it and although Lee had cum I kept on sucking it hoping to still keep it hard. Eventually I felt it softening in my mouth and reluctantly took it out.

The look on Lee's face told me how much he had enjoyed it. After a few minutes he told me it was my turn. I sat at the top of the bed and leant against the headboard. My legs were wide open and my brother Lee lay in between my legs. I knew my pussy was already very wet. I started playing with my own tits. I pinched and squeezed my nipples. Oh how I love playing with my nipples. I just wished I had discovered how nice it was years ago.

I felt Lee's tongue licking my pussy. It felt like heaven. I opened my legs wider. I wanted him to lick inside my pussy lips. Suddenly I felt his tongue on my clitoris, then his lips. He sucked my clitoris and I was in heaven. I reached down and put my hands behind his head and pulled him tight against me. I rubbed my pussy against my brother's face as his tongue and lips worked on my clitoris.

I was cumming, oh FUCK, was I cumming. I thought I was never going to stop. Just as one subsided another started. I couldn't believe how good this was. I just kept on cumming. I just kept on grinding my pussy against Lee's face. I could not help it. I was out of control. My body was taken over by the pleasure of cumming.

Our life continued like this was quite a time. Whenever an opportunity arose we would pleasure each other. At all other times I would play with myself. Never a day went by when I didn't make myself cum.

Things started to change when Lee bought some of his friends home. I flirted outrageously with them and when I masturbated I imagined it was their cocks I was playing with and sucking.

A few days later Lee asked whether one off his friends could join us. He said, 'You could have double the pleasure, just imagine my cock in your mouth and his tongue on your clitoris. You could cum at exactly the same time as I cum in your mouth.'

I didn't need any time to think about it. I agreed straight away and told Lee to organise it. Later that night I masturbated while imagining Lee and his friend doing all sorts of wonderful things to me. My imagination started running wild and I began to wonder if I could get two cocks in my mouth at the same time and if they could both cum together. I also imagined myself wanking both cocks off together while I sat in between them and they both came over my tits and face. The combinations were endless and I woke up in the middle of the night and twice played with myself again.

Eventually Lee told me had arranged for his friend John to join us one Saturday afternoon when we knew the house was empty. I was so excited I couldn't wait. I had all these ideas I wanted to try out. I knew John and fancied him. The day quickly arrived and a few minutes after our parents went out John arrived. I had already taken my underwear off and my pussy was very wet. He came in and we went straight up to Lee's room.

We all quickly undressed and Lee and John had hard ons straight away. We all stood together naked. I reached out and held a cock in each hand and started wanking them. This was the first time I had 2 cocks and I loved it. John played with my nipples and Lee slipped a finger inside my pussy.

We quickly moved over to the bed and Lee told me to lie down. I spread my legs and Lee went down to lick my pussy. John knelt beside me and I pulled his cock into my mouth. It was about the same size as Lee's and I sucked and licked the end. I adored the lovely sucking that Lee was giving to my clit which only made me suck John's cock harder. 

I knew I wasn't going to last long and in only a couple of minutes I felt those wonderful feelings of an oncoming orgasm. I wanted John to cum at the same time but I couldn't hold mine back and soon I was cumming all over my brother's face. Although I wanted to cum again I was desperate to make John cum. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I sucked faster and harder and then I felt Lee move up beside me. I reached out for his cock and started wanking it. But it was John I was concentrating on. 

A pair of hands was on my tits and giving my nipples those wonderful feelings I adore. I sensed John was about to cum and clamped my lips tight around his cock. I sucked harder and moved my mouth up and down his cock faster. Soon it started twitching. John called out that he was cumming and I felt shot after shot of hot cum hit the back of my throat. As soon as John had finished cumming I replaced his cock with Lee's. My mouth was still full of John's cum as I sucked heavily on my brother's cock.

John then went down between my legs and started licking my clit. He used very long slow licks all over my clit and pussy lips. He could obviously still taste my cum from previously and he was so enthusiastic that I came again before Lee had managed to. I was so excited with my second orgasm that I sucked Lee furiously and even as he cum deep inside my mouth I continued to suck and lick him.

We took a few minutes to recover and John said he wanted to watch me play with myself. I agreed as long as he and Lee did the same. I sat against the headboard with Lee and John beside me wanking furiously while watching my fingers delving deeply inside my pussy. They both slowed down when they were about to cum and waited for me. As they saw my orgasm approaching they wanked faster and as I came I had the wonderful sight off two cocks shooting their hot spunk all over my face. I let my fingers scoop their spunk off my face and I licked my fingers clean. The taste of my two lovers' cum was exquisite.

We lay down talking and John asked if he could fuck me. I decided that what we were doing I enjoyed so much that I didn't want to spoil it. I was afraid I would not like being fucked or that it would hurt. I said to John, 'Not just yet, I need to think about it - ask me next time you come round, it'll give me more time to think about it.'

John was quite happy with that and we were now ready to cum again. This time I wanted both cocks in my mouth at the same time. I wanted a double helping of hot cum. I sat on edge of the bed with John and Lee standing in front of me. Their hard cocks were standing out in front of them. I opened my mouth but couldn't get them both inside. I sucked them alternately but it was not what I wanted. I took Lee's cock in my mouth and started sucking him but I wanted more. I opened my legs and John knelt on the floor and started licking my pussy. Suddenly I was in heaven again as his tongue and lips treated my clit to the attention it needed.

I soon felt those wonderful feelings of an oncoming orgasm approaching. I thought to myself that being fucked could not be any better than the feelings I was getting now. But then I thought that maybe being fucked and sucking a cock at the same time might be even better than what I was experiencing now. I decided I needed to find out.

I let John lick my pussy to orgasm drenching his face with my pussy juices at the same time. But before Lee had cum in my mouth I stopped sucking his cock and told them what I wanted. They were both happy. It was decided that John would fuck me while I sucked Lee off into my mouth. I lay down on the bed. John put a condom on and lay in between my legs. My pussy was still very wet and I felt John ease his cock just inside my pussy. It was obviously much thicker and longer than his finger and immediately I thought, I like this. John moved back and forward very slowly and gently making sure he didn't hurt me. Lee lay beside me sucking my nipples. They both wanted to make sure I really enjoyed it. John's movements were now speeding up. It started to hurt slightly but the pleasure outweighed the pain. I began to think I really do like being fucked. 




I Am A 30 Year Old Cum Loving Slut



I said to Lee, 'I want to suck you off.'

He moved up beside my head. I opened my mouth and took his rock hard cock deep inside. I thought to myself, I really do adore sucking cock. 

All the pain of John fucking me had gone and been replaced with total pleasure. I felt his groin rubbing against my clit and knew I was going to cum soon. I wanted Lee to cum in my mouth at the same time. I slowed down my sucking as I let my own orgasm build up. Suddenly John called out that he was going to cum. I felt his cock inside me start twitching and I felt him cum although I couldn't feel his cum because of the condom.

My orgasm followed immediately and with a few heavier sucks Lee was soon cumming deep inside his younger sisters mouth. John rolled out of me and we all collapsed on the bed. John sat up and took off the condom. I reached for it and emptied its contents into my mouth. I swished John's cum around my mouth with Lees and eventually swallowed it all.

I told John and Lee that I had liked being fucked and told Lee it was his time next, although I admitted I still preferred having my pussy licked and sucking cocks.

The rest of the afternoon carried along the same lines. Lee did fuck me and it was sensational. Lee lay down on his back with his cock sticking straight up. He made me lower myself down on him. I thought I was going to burst as his cock went deep inside me. Then he told me to lift myself up slowly. Suddenly it was wonderful. I was now fucking myself up and down on my brother's cock.

Then John stood in front of me with his feet either side of Lee. I leaned forward and opened my mouth and took his erect cock inside. I clamped my lips tight around the end. As I fucked up and down on Lee's cock John fucked my mouth. Yes, he was fucking my mouth. I kept my head steady and John fucked his cock in and out of my mouth.

I was wrong earlier in thinking nothing could be better. These feelings were the best I had ever experienced, I didn't want them to end. I was in control while I was fucking Lee but John was in control while he was fucking my mouth. soon I was ready to cum. I plunged down harder on Lee's cock making it go so deep inside me. At the same time my lips were still clamped tightly round John's cock. I felt my orgasm approaching. I knew it was going to be a huge one. 

I hoped John could sense I wanted him to cum at the same time as me. My nipples were on fire as Lee reached up and played with them. Then it started, slowly at first and then built up and up and up until I thought I was going to explode and my orgasm thundered through my body. I don't know how I managed to keep John's cock inside my mouth but suddenly I felt that wonderful sensation as he pumped shot after shot of hot cum deep into my mouth.

I wanted to collapse and lay down and recover but I knew Lee had not cum yet. I raised myself up off him and pulled his condom off. With my mouth still full of John's cum I lowered my mouth over Lees' cock. John's cum trickled out over his cock and with my mouth over his cock I started wanking Lee's cock. I wanted to wank him off into my mouth. He was soon ready to cum and as I felt his cock twitch in my hand I wanked faster until once again I had a mouthful of my brother's hot cum.

We now all lay down and recovered and fell asleep. We woke later, refreshed and relaxed and in my case a little sore. The afternoon ended with me wanking them both off and just about managing to get some cum out off them and making them cum over my face.

Lee and I and several off his friends continued enjoying each others bodies for quite a while. Lee and I took every opportunity to fuck although I still prefer the feel and taste of his cum in my mouth, on my face and on my hands. 

Lee eventually married Tracey a big beautiful woman, I only hope she sucked him off as well as his younger sister did.

Part 2 My husband Robert knew what I was like from the first day I met him. I ended up in the back of a car with him and a mate of his while another of his mates drove. I ended up laying across the two of them. While I sucked Robert off, his mate fingered me and made me cum and then I changed ends and Robert fingered me while I sucked his mate off. When we reached my house I sucked his other mate of who did the driving. So Robert knew my likes from day one.

We dated for quite a while before we married and not a single day passed without me making Robert cum one way or another.

Eventually we married and I seriously promised to amend my promiscuous ways. And indeed I did. Almost.

I worked in banking and often fantasised about several of the men I worked with, wondering how much cum they had stored in their balls and what it tasted like. But it all remained fantasy and I used these thoughts when I masturbated which was almost daily. I confessed my fantasies to my best friend Karen one evening when we were alone and had consumed a bottle of wine between us.

I told her how much I adored cum. Karen didn't appear at all shocked, but surprised me when she asked if I had tasted female cum. I told I loved the taste of my own as I always licked my fingers clean after playing with myself. She then really shocked me and said, 'Why don't you taste my pussy, I'm sure it tastes as good as yours.'

I was shocked and excited. I had never thought of another woman in this way and here was my best friend asking me to suck her pussy. I didn't need to think about it. I knelt on the floor between Karen's legs. She pulled her skirt up and her knickers down. As she opened her legs I could see she was very wet. I didn't hesitate and started licking her pussy. It tasted wonderful. It was very similar to mine and I enjoyed the power I had over her. I knew I was going to make her cum. I licked her lips and quickly found her clit. I did to her everything I liked being done to me. I felt Karen put her hands behind my head and pull my face tight against her cunt. I sucked her clit hard between my lips. I felt her body start shaking. Her breathing got heavier and suddenly it happened. 

I was quite surprised at the force of her orgasm as her cum actually spurted out of her. I knew men ejaculated but never thought women did. I certainly didn't. I loved the taste. It tasted the same as mine but I liked the way she actually came over my lips. I wanted more of this. I suspected Karen could cum again and would want to cum again but first I wanted to cum. No I NEEDED to cum.

I sat up and said to Karen, 'It's my turn now.'

I undid my skirt and slid it down along with my knickers. I sat down and opened my legs. Karen immediately buried her face against my pussy. It was sensational as she slowly licked from top to bottom and when she got to my clit she flicked it with her tongue. This was the best pussy licking I had ever had.

Karen obviously knew what she liked best and was more than happy to transfer that to my pussy. She was gentle to start with and then gradually increased the tempo. In no time at all I felt myself cumming. I put my hands behind Karen's head and held her face tight against my pussy as I came all over her face.

This was the start of a very intense and on going sexual relationship with my best friend. Karen introduced me to the pleasures of double headed vibrators with one in my arse and another inside my cunt. I absolutely adored it when she ejaculated straight into my mouth. She fucked me with a huge strap on dildo that I was convinced I would never get inside my pussy. She proved me wrong.

Karen lent me several of her vibrators and I regularly used them when I masturbated. Karen and I got together 2 or 3 times a week and gave each enormous sexual pleasure. She loved me to fuck her in the arse while she fucked her own pussy with a held hand vibrator.

This, along with Robert's fucking and sucking kept me sexually satisfied although I regularly fantasised about sucking a huge number of cocks and having my mouth full of cum. Everything was fine until we were invited to a fancy dress ball at the bank where I worked.

The theme was vicars and tarts. And boy did I enjoy thinking about that. It took me quite a long time to decide what I was going to wear. The trouble was the more I thought about it the sexier it made me and I would suddenly take myself off to the bathroom and masturbate.

One evening I discussed it with Karen and we had a great time trying on her sexy underwear and ended up fucking each other. Karen and her husband were heavily into kinky wear, mainly pvc and rubber and when she helped me try the pvc on, I almost came on the spot.

Eventually I decided on a fairly see through smoky grey blouse with a black quarter cup bra that pushed my tits up and left my nipples exposed, a short black mini skirt, a pair of black nylon open crotch and open arse knickers, black suspender belt, black fishnet stockings and 5 inch high black sandals with ankle straps. They really were fuck me shoes.

I wondered about leaving the knickers off altogether but decided to wear them in the end. When Robert saw what I was wearing it really turned him on and he ended up fucking me while I leaned against the bedroom wall. He also got a camera out and started taking photos of me. They started off tamely but as we both got more and more excited the photos got really kinky.

In fact it was this that really got us both into taking photos of each other. I really enjoyed posing for Robert. It really turned him taking them. What we both enjoyed was when I would lay naked on the bed and Robert would spread photos of me wearing mainly pvc all around me. Then he would wank himself off while watching me use a vibrator on myself and looking at the photos of me. When he was about to cum he would stand beside my face and wank himself off all over my face making sure plenty of his cum went on my lips so I could lick it all into my mouth.

But I digress, back to the vicars and tarts fancy dress party. Robert and I felt really horny just getting ready for it and we fucked before we left home. All my work colleagues were there and everyone was getting into the mood of it. A couple of the guys I worked with started chatting me up and made me feel even hornier and when I danced with one of them and felt his hard cock pressing against my body it was almost too much for me. I seriously considered going to the toilet and masturbating - I was that horny.

Another slow record was played and the same work colleague asked me to dance. Immediately I felt his cock against me. I wanted it. I reached my hand down between our bodies and felt its hardness. God, did I want it. I wanted to suck every last drop of cum out off it. He was grinding it against my hand and he said, 'You're going to make me cum.'

I replied, 'I know.'

A few quick rubs and I felt his cock start twitching and throbbing. Instantly I felt him cum inside his trousers. I was pleased but disappointed. I wanted it all over my fingers.

The record finished and he said, 'Lets go outside and I can do the same for you.' As much as I wanted to I knew I couldn't. Robert was looking at me. I said, 'Sorry, I can't.'

I returned to Robert and he said, 'You looked as if you enjoyed that.' I felt myself blushing.

I couldn't stop thinking how much I wanted to go outside with my work mate but I wasn't going to be unfaithful to Robert I said to him, 'I think we had better go now, my old feelings and needs are coming back to me, let's go home and fuck.' 

Peter held my hand and said, 'Look, I really don't mind, relax, enjoy yourself.'

I went and got a drink and when I returned Peter was not around. My work mate, Dave suddenly appeared and said, 'Let's go and continue where we left off.'

I hesitated for a second and then put my drink down and followed Dave outside. He took my hand and led me around the back of the building. I felt really tarty as I tottered along the gravel path in my high heels. Suddenly Dave stopped and put his hands round me. I felt his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside. He released a hand and grabbed one of my tits and played with an already erect nipple. I unbuttoned my blouse so he could get his hand inside properly. I shuddered as he squeezed my nipple.

I reached down and felt for his cock. Although I had only recently made him cum he was hard again. Although I wanted him to fuck me I had promised myself when I married Robert that even if I strayed I would not let anyone else fuck me. I knelt down in front of Dave and slid his trousers down. Even in the darkness of the evening I could see his cock was huge.

I leaned forward, opened my mouth and slid my lips over the end of it. I could taste his cum from when I wanked him off. My lips clamped tightly around the end and I started sucking and moving my mouth up and down the shaft. It felt so good after such a long time to have a different cock in my mouth.

I sucked furiously. I desperately wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to experience that wonderful feeling as hot cum hits the back of your throat. I reached up and squeezed his balls as my sucking brought him closer to orgasm. His cock seemed to get even larger and soon I knew the inevitable was about to happen. I clamped my lips tighter round the tip and sucked harder.

Then it happened. Oh it was so wonderful as I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I carried on sucking, I wanted every last drop. This was the first cock other than Robert's I had sucked since we got married. I ran my tongue over my teeth so I could taste every last drop. Now it was my turn. Dave knelt before me. I lifted my skirt but left my open crotch knickers on. I felt so tarty it was great. Dave plunged his tongue deep inside my pussy, then withdrew and licked my clit. I was on fire. I still had Dave's cum in my mouth and could taste it. It made me even hornier. I couldn't last much longer and soon I was cumming all over Dave's tongue. 

We quickly made ourselves decent and went back inside. I still couldn't see Robert and wondered where he was. I found my drink and suddenly he appeared.

He said, 'I'd like to go now.' 

I felt very embarrassed at what I had just done. We walked out to the car and got in. We chatted about how well the party had gone and then Robert reached over to my hand and put it on his cock. I could feel he was hard. 

He said, 'I want you to tell me what it was like sucking that man's cock. I want you to tell me how good his cum tasted. I want you to wank me off, I want you to wank me off into your mouth.'

He pulled off the road into a lay by and turned the engine off. I didn't hesitate. I leaned over and unzipped his trousers. His cock seemed larger than ever. I wanked it for him just like I knew he liked it. Starting slow and then getting faster and just as he's about to cum, slowing down again and then building up again. 

All the time I was telling him how good it felt to have another man's cock inside my mouth and how good it was feeling his cum in mouth and how good it was when his tongue and lips sucked my clit and I came in his mouth.

But now I knew Robert wanted to cum. I speeded up and placed my open mouth in front off his cock. Two more rubs and he was cumming. He hadn't cum this much in ages. I love it when I get Robert's cum in my mouth.

We recovered for a few minutes before driving home. We had a glass of wine before going upstairs to bed. 

Robert said, 'Don't undress yet, I want you to keep your tarts clothes on.' 

We lay down and Robert started sucking my nipples and then playing with my wet pussy. Although Dave had made me cum I wanted to cum again. I knew Robert wouldn't manage to cum again but I hoped he would make me cum. I felt wonderfully tarty as I lay with my legs wide open. My skirt was up around my waist and I loved the feel of my fishnet stockings and high heel shoes.

Robert fingered my pussy, slowly at first and then faster. I really do like to be finger fucked. Then he pushed two fingers inside. I was in heaven. I knew he wouldn't make me cum too soon, he knows how I like a long slow build up. He reached for my hand and put it on his cock. I was amazed, Robert was hard again. He never manages it twice. These tarts clothes are really turning him on. I undid his trousers and took his cock out. He swung his body round so I could suck him off. I could taste his cum from last time. Now we were in the sixty nine position and he was licking my pussy so slowly it was heaven.

I took his cock deep inside my mouth and felt it at the back of my throat. We were both glowing in the pleasure we were giving each others body. I came very quickly and Robert carried on licking my cunt and brought me to a second and then a third orgasm - something he rarely does.

Then he took his cock out of my mouth and told me to lean over the bed. I stood on the floor and leaned over the edge of the bed. He stood behind me and fucked doggie style. I came yet again. I hadn't seen Robert as horny as this for years. He fucked me slowly from behind and I came yet again. He reached round my front and played with my nipples. 

He said, 'I like my wife dressing like a tart.' ' I like my wife behaving like a tart.' I like fucking my tart wife.'

He speeded up his fucking and called out, 'I'm fucking my tart wife, my fucking tart wife.' 

Suddenly he stopped talking. I knew he was cumming. He rammed his cock as far into me as he could and I felt his hot cum shoot deep into my pussy. We both collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. We woke shortly and got undressed and lay talking.

Robert said, 'I saw you go outside at the party and watched you. It's OK, I didn't mind, in fact it turned me on watching you suck that guy's cock. I have never felt so horny watching you act like a tart.'

I started to apologise but he stopped me and said, 'Look, really don't worry, I enjoyed it, it turned me on so much I masturbated while I watched you. I want to watch you do it again. I want to watch you suck a guy's cock and watch it cum in your mouth. I want to watch someone make you cum but I don't want them to fuck you'.

I was shocked at what he said, but also very excited. The thought of it was turning me on again. We continued discussing how we could make it happen. We decided it had to be a stranger, it couldn't be someone we knew. Robert suggested it needed to happen in a hotel. We decided we would book a room and he would be in there when I bought the man back with me. We wondered whether I should tell whoever it was going to be that my husband was going to watch - we didn't know whether to or not. 

Robert said he wanted to watch me picking someone up and being chatted up in the hotel bar and then going back to the room before we got there. The more we talked about it the more it turned us on. We were both getting horny again. I was stroking Robert's erect cock and he was slowly fingering me. 

Robert said, 'I want you to dress tarty again, just like you did tonight, then watch you flirt with someone at the bar. When you get him back to the room, you can do anything you want except let him fuck you. I will sit or stand nearby and watch you in action. I warn you though that I will probably wank myself while I watch you. I know you won't mind if I cum over your face. What do you think, how do feel about it.'

I thought, what a stupid question. How did I feel about it?

I replied, 'Yes, I'm up for it, obviously there's a few things to sort out, but yes, let's do it.'

We drifted off to sleep and the following morning lay in bed talking about our plans. Robert suggested we booked a room in a hotel in the town where he knew a lot of businessmen stayed midweek. We decided on a Wednesday as there would be more men staying there then. We booked a double room for the following Wednesday and arranged for my mother to look after the kids. We told her we were going away for a couple of days.




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We arrived at the hotel in the afternoon and were both very excited. I tried on my tarty clothing and Robert got the camera out and started taking photos of me posing in sexy positions. We ended up fucking. We decided I would go into the bar and wait to be picked up and take it from there. Robert would be there and watch and then get back to the room before me.

I was wearing a low cut top with a quarter cup bra, short skirt, seemed stockings, open crotch knickers and high heel shoes. My lips were coated in bright red lipstick. I felt like a real tart. My pussy was already soaking wet with anticipation. 

We waited until 6 o'clock when we expected some men to be having a drink before dinner. I walked in first and sat on a bar stool and ordered a white wine. Robert followed shortly and sat further along the bar. Immediately two men walked in and stood at the bar and ordered drinks. One of them smiled at me and then asked whether they could buy me a drink. 

I said, 'Thanks, I'll have a white wine.'

They both moved closer to me and started chatting. They said they were in the area on business. They were both early 30s and quite good looking. Although all I was really interested in was how much cum they had in their balls. They said they were Pete and Al. I hadn't thought about two men but why not. They couldn't take their eyes off my tits and were obviously enjoying the view. I looked across to Robert who smiled and nodded. I had his permission.

After a few minutes Pete asked me if I wanted to join them for dinner. I said, 'No thanks, but you can join me in my room if you like.'

There was a stunned silence for a moment. I said, 'Well, are you interested?'

Pete said, 'Yes, of course, lets go.'

'First', I said, 'My husband will be there and will watch but not join in and there's no fucking, only sucking, now are you still interested?'

They both nodded. I finished off my wine and saw Robert get up and walk out. Two minutes later we followed him. We got to the room and the door was ajar. I walked in and Pete and Al followed. Robert was sitting in an armchair. 

I said to Pete and Al, 'This is Robert, my husband.' They smiled and nodded to each other.

I took Pete and Al over to the bed and said, 'Right get those clothes off and let me see what you've got for me.'

As they undressed I took my skirt and top off and stood there in my bra, open crotch knickers, seemed stockings and high heel shoes. Pete and Al couldn't take their eyes off me. Both their cocks were hard and I reached out and held them and started wanking one in each hand. Suddenly their hands were on me. Pete took my tits out of my bra and was playing with my nipples while Al had slid a finger inside me and was slowly finger fucking me. I thought, 'Oh fuck, this is heaven, I'm not going to last very long'.

I was wanking them slowly, I didn't want them to cum too soon. Then I knelt down in front of Pete and took his cock inside my mouth. It smelt slightly of piss and slightly of pre cum, one of my favourite smells. He wasn't circumcised and I closed my lips tight around the helmet and with my lips I pushed his skin right back. My tongue found his cum hole and I used the tip of my tongue on it. 

I was in heaven as I had a cock in my mouth and a cock in my hand. I suddenly thought how good it would be to have 5 men. A cock in each hand, one in the mouth, one in my cunt and one up my arse. The thought was making me very very wet. I needed some attention. I stood up and lay down on the bed with my legs draped over the end. Al immediately buried his face in my soaking wet pussy while Pete moved round the side of the bed and presented his cock to my mouth. Now I was really ready for action.

I saw Robert had now undressed and was standing beside Pete with his cock in his hand and slowly stroking himself. Al was an expert cunt licker and his tongue and lips were soon bringing me to my first orgasm. As he sent me over the top, I sucked harder on Pete's cock. I gripped it with my teeth and lips and started moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I wanted him to cum quickly now, I wanted to taste his lovely spunk. 

Al was still licking my cunt and bringing me to yet another orgasm. I had trouble concentrating on Pete's cock as Al was really distracting me. My second orgasm soon happened and I quickly resorted back to the cock in my mouth. Faster and harder my mouth moved up and down his shaft. I squeezed his balls and felt them tighten. His cock was ready. Faster and faster and suddenly it happened. I felt a huge spurt of burning hot cum hit the back of my throat, I remember thinking this is the most wonderful feeling in the world. 

Neither Pete nor I were finished as I coaxed 3, 4 and 5 more spurts of hot cum out of his cock. My lips clamped tightly round the tip. None of his cum was going to escape. Eventually I relaxed my mouth and his cock came out. I swallowed some of his cum and let the rest of it swill around my mouth. I looked up and saw Al standing ready for his turn. I also saw Robert, his cock was larger than I had ever seen before. He had the camera in one hand and rubbing his cock in the other.

I said to Pete and Al, 'Change places.'

Al's cock was slightly shorter but probably a bit thicker. He must have felt Pete's cum swilling against his cock as I took it deep inside my mouth. Pete was now licking my pussy. At first I didn't think I was going to be able to cum again, but that tongue of his was very persuasive and his finger easing inside my arse soon made me realise another orgasm wasn't going to be any trouble at all.

Robert had now put the camera down and one hand was squeezing his balls while the other slowly stroked his shaft. Al was very excited and it only took a couple of minutes of intense sucking to bring him to the point of emptying the entire contents of his balls deep inside my mouth. As Robert saw Al cum in my mouth he wanked faster and soon I felt his hot cum splash all over my face. I licked Robert's cum from my lips and transferred it to my mouth where it mixed with Al's cum.

Pete had no trouble bringing me to yet another orgasm as he finger fucked my arse. Robert lay down beside me. Pete and Al dressed and left. Robert and I discussed how it had gone. We decided we were both delighted with the evening. He loved watching me suck cocks and them cumming in my mouth. Of course I enjoyed it. We decided to make it a regular monthly happening. Robert was not at all jealous seeing me with other men. His only stipulation was that he always had to be there to watch.

We actually did it every month for a couple of years.

One time I was picked up by a woman in the bar. She was a blonde bisexual businesswoman called Jean. I took her back to the room where she licked my pussy and Robert fucked her in the arse at the same time. We then reversed roles and I made her cum with my mouth while Robert fucked me from behind. She loved having it in the arse. The best was when Jean and I were in the sixty nine position licking each others cunt and Robert was behind my head fucking Jean in the arse. I had to hold onto her tight as Robert thrust forward each time. When she came in my mouth I thought she was never going to stop. I never thought women could cum that much.

Another great time we had was when I was picked up by another married couple. Robert and I had our first foursome that day. Caren the wife was bisexual but Alan the husband wasn't. She was very pretty with short dark hair and very sexy. The first time she fucked me with a huge strap on dick while I sucked Alan off.

Robert got some wonderful photos of all of us before joining in. One special occasion was when Robert fucked Caren in the arse while she was fucking me. Every time that Robert thrust forward Caren would thrust deeper into me - it was sensational - and all the time I had Alan's cock inside my mouth. Caren did have the sweetest smelling and tasting pussy I have had the pleasure to have tried.

We had several fousomes with Caren and Alan lasting several months. On one memorable occasion Alan couldn't get there so Caren's younger sister Jill joined us instead. Us three girls had a great time, fucking and sucking in every possible combination. Jill brought along with her a double headed strap on dildo. That was wonderful and we all took it in turns to be fucked in the cunt and arse while licking and kissing a wonderful cunt. 

We really did all end up sore that night. Robert spent the whole evening photographing us and somehow managed to cum three times. We took it in turns to wank him off into each others mouths. Although I let Caren and Jill wank him off into their sisters mouth.

By now we had a huge number of photos which we used in our masturbating sessions. We would both pick our favourite photos and play with ourselves while looking at them. We always did it in front of each other and when Robert was ready to cum he would hold the photo he had chosen and cum all over my face or I would hold my mouth open and he would cum in my mouth.

One evening while we discussed what we liked and what was our favorite Robert said he wanted to watch me in an orgy. He said he'd love to see me being used and abused by a dozen or so men. He went on to relate what he imagined them doing to me. It turned me so on that I started playing with myself and made myself cum while he went into graphic detail of what they did to me. We then spent the next few evenings working out how we could make it happen.

Robert and I thought hard and long about how to find 12 suitable men for our orgy. The more we spoke and thought about it the more it turned us on and we ended fucking or sucking again. Even as I walked round the supermarket I found myself thinking about it. I was now getting desperate to make it happen. We thought about asking the men we picked up in the hotel but then realised they probably wouldn't all be able to make it the same day. We thought about an ad in a contact magazine but eventually decided on the internet. After quite a few goes our final advert read as follows:

My beautiful tart wife requires 12 virile, well endowed men for her to orally and manually satisfy. She too will need to be orally satisfied. Preference will be given to those who are able to ejaculate more than once. Photographs showing face and erect penis must be supplied. The date of this happening will be Wednesday 2nd April in a hotel to be confirmed later.

We posted the ad and waited. We didn't have to wait long. The next evening we had 5 replies. Robert and I got the children into bed and settled down in front of the computer. The first one was disappointing. He went into a long drawn out reason why we should pick him but he was a bit too old and his cock was only semi hard. We ploughed through the others and started making a short list of those we might be interested in.

In that first 5 replies there were three interesting ones. They were certainly good looking and each showed a pretty good hard cock. One in particular that I liked was a photograph of him cumming, followed by another showing a huge pool of cum that he had produced. The thought of that much in my mouth excited me very much.

Every evening we logged on excitedly wondering how many replies we would have. After about a week we had between 20 and 30 and Robert and I had a great time thinning them down. We soon got to 12 suitable ones, but I enjoyed looking at them so much I wanted to carry on. One evening we put the kids to bed and logged on. I opened the first reply and read a short message. It was from 2 friends who both wanted to come together. I clicked onto the attachment and opened the first photo. 

'Oh my God, that's Lee, my brother, I don't believe it.' I opened the second photo and it was of his mate John. I immediately remembered those wonderful times years ago when Lee and John and I spent sucking each other off. I knew what their cocks were like but I still opened up the next photos. I decided then and there that I wanted them to be in the orgy and I would do all I could to persuade Robert to let them join in.

I needn't have worried about persuading Robert as straight away he said, 'Hey, that's going to be really kinky watching you suck your own brother off. He's got be one of the 12.'

We were so excited that we decided to choose the 12 now. We had a lot of trouble narrowing it down to 12 and eventually settled for 16. We sent e-mails to all of them including Lee and waited for the replies. They all replied the next day. Two of them couldn't make the day we had chosen so we had to settle for 14. Top of the list was Lee and his friend John.

I told Rose all about it. She was so jealous and wanted to join us but understood why she couldn't. I tried to make up for it by helping to make her cum four times that day.

We booked the hotel room, making sure it was a large one and spent the next few evening deciding what was going to happen. As much as I wanted to have their cocks inside my cunt and arse for health reasons we decided against it. Instead it was going to be a feast of sucking and wanking cocks having them cum in my mouth, over my face and lips, certainly all over my tits and in my hair. Oh, and of course, over my pussy but not in it.

The big day soon arrived and Robert and I checked into the hotel early. We were so horny that it was hard not to fuck. I wasn't going to wear much as my body was soon going to be covered in cum. I settled for black seemed stockings and high heel shoes. I had bought some new lipstick for the occasion. First I used a lip pencil to outline the shape of my lips. Then I put on a bright crimson red lipstick, followed by lip gloss and finally a second coating to seal it in. I repeated the process on my nipples. I stood in front of the mirror and Robert and I agreed I had rarely looked sexier. 

Robert leaned forward and ran his finger along my pussy. He held it to his nose and smelt the wonderful aroma of a very sexy lady. He had telephoned all the men earlier and told them the room number. Almost on the dot of 7 o'clock the first ones arrived. Robert opened the door and let them in. I stood, rather self consciously over the other side of the room.

He said, 'Gentlemen, this is my wife Kerry, enjoy and satisfy her body.'

Within 5 minutes all of them had arrived including Lee and John. As they came in they immediately undressed. Most of them already had erections. My pussy was so wet in anticipation of what I was going to get. Although they all told me their names I couldn't remember any of them except Lee and John.

I lay down on the bed with my legs open and said, 'Come on then guys, lets get started.'

One came over and stood by my head. His erection sticking out in front of him. I reached my head forward and took it into my mouth and sucked him. I knew I didn't have to make him last long as there were going to plenty more hard cocks for my mouth. I felt a tongue on my pussy. it was long slow licks just as I liked. I wondered if it was Lee as he knew what I liked. Unfortunately I couldn't see who it was. After a few minutes I didn't care who it was as I felt my first orgasm starting.

I reached out both hands and grabbed hold of two nice big cock that were nearby and started wanking them. Then I felt a mouth on each of my nipples. I saw a camera flash out of the corner of my eye and realised Robert was in action. I was sure he was also playing with himself. The cock I was sucking was almost ready to cum. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft a few more times and suddenly felt that wonderful tightening sensation in his balls as his hot cum envelopped my mouth. I let it swirl around the inside of my mouth. I had no intention off swallowing it yet.

Another erect cock appeared in front of me. I opened my mouth and took it in. The feeling of a mouthful of cum and another erect cock ready to cum was sensational. The two I was wanking off I felt were about to cum and I took the one out of my mouth for a moment and made the other two cum at almost the same time. I directed their cocks at my face and felt two lovely jets of hot cum splatter against my face. I wasn't going to wipe it off. I was beginning to feel like a real cum loving slut.

Just as I felt them cum I was bought to another orgasm. I had no idea if it was the same man who gave me my first cum, but the finger up the arse certainly heightened the pleasure. My nipples felt on fire as they were still being sucked furiously. I reached down to those two men for their cocks. It was their time to cum.

As I turned my face back to the cock I was about to suck, I saw Lee and John and Robert standing nearby. They were slowing rubbing their cocks. I couldn't decide whether I wanted them to wank themselves off together and cum over my face or all cum in my mouth. As soon as I took the next cock in my mouth and realised how good it felt I knew I wanted Lee and John to cum in my mouth as well.

As I sucked this cock deep inside my mouth. He held my head and started fucking my mouth. My mouth was being used as a fuck item and I LOVED IT.

This cock was going to cum very soon and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to do anything about it. I was loving it. It was only a matter of seconds before I received another mouthful of my favourite substance. It quickly mixed with my first mouthful and this time I had to swallow some as my mouth was so full.

Oh God, how I adore the taste of CUM.

I thought it was about time the two men sucking my nipples came. I sat up and with a cock in each hand I quickly wanked them off making sure I directed their cum onto my lovely hard bright red nipples. They were a little reluctant when I told them to lick their cum off, but when I promised to suck them off if they made a good job of it they didn't hesitate.

I think I had made 6 cocks cum by now so there were still plenty more and I was sure some off them could cum again. I had another cock in front of my face. But this was different. It was huge. But before I could open my mouth. Lee leaned down and whispered in my ear, 'Your big brother is now going lick his little sisters cunt and finger fuck her arse and make his little sister cum all over his face. Do you think you can manage that'. I smiled and nodded. Lee knew very well I could manage that.

I opened my mouth and took this huge circumcised cock into my mouth. I managed to ease my tongue a little bit down his cum hole. I felt it twitch and get harder. He had obviously been playing with his cock in anticipation of what he was going to receive because I only ran my mouth up and down the shaft a few times and I felt him ready to cum. I just about managed to keep my moutth shut as the amount of cum he shot was collossal. I felt it trickling out over my lips. I thought to myself, I'd love him to have lasted longer.

Suddenly I felt Lee working on my pussy. I shivered as a greased finger eased in and out of my arse. I knew that my big brother was soon going to make his little sister cum. It brought back wonderful memories. I concentrated on the pleasure he was giving me, but suddenly I had another cock to suck. I was beginning to forget how many had cum. This time it was John who stood in front of me. This really did bring back memories and made me even more excited.

Although I had seen and sucked many cocks in my time I still recognised Johns from years back. I had another two cocks in my hand and wanking them off but really had trouble concentrating as Lee was doing wonderful things to his sisters pussy. I sucked heavily on John's cock and gripping it with my teeth and lips soon had him ready to cum. I sensed me was almost there but stopped. I wanted John to cum just as Lee was making me cum. I wanted it to be like the old times. 

I said to the two men I was wanking, 'I want you to wank yourselves off and cum all over my face as John cums in my mouth.'




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The two men stood beside John. As I gobbled his cock I could see them frantically wanking. Then they would slow down as they felt they were ready to cum. Lee was quickly getting me ready to explode. He really did know how to make his little sister cum. The hard part was going to make everything coincide. I concentrated on sucking John and almost bringing him to the point of no return and then easing off a little. I was getting closer and closer to cumming and the instant I felt it start I sucked as hard as I could. As the first wave of my orgasm crashed through my body I felt John's cum hit the back of my throat. Seconds later I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum hit my face. Lee carried on pleasuring my body and I seemed to have one orgasm after another.

I carried on sucking John, milking every last drop of his cum from his cock.. I was exhausted. Lee had literally cummed me out.

Now Robert stepped forward and said, 'Right I think its time to let Kerry have one final delight. She is going to suck her brother Lee off while his friend John licks her cunt and I want all of you to wank over her body and cum as her brother cums in his sisters mouth.'

Lee stood in front of me. His very familiar looking cock sticking out in front of his body. The pre-cum glistened on the tip. I thought to myself, he is going to cum pretty quickly.

I still had a mouthful of John's cum as I opened my mouth and took my brothers cock deep inside.

Robert was very excited. Somehow he managed to still be taking photos of me while using his other hand to pump his cock. He was the one nearest to my face and he was talking dirty all the time.

'Wank over my tart wife, show her how she turns you on and makes you to want to cum all over face, all over her tits, all over her cunt, all over her arse, all over her hair.'

As I sucked Lee, John was doing wonderful things with my cunt and arse. Then I felt the first splash of cum on my face. Someone couldn't wait. Lee was getting more and more excited. I squeezed his balls and I knew I could make him cum at any time. I waited for John to get me to orgasm. Suddenly I felt it approaching. I sucked harder, I moved my mouth up and down his shaft as fast as I could. 

I felt another splash of cum on my face. Peter was calling out, 'thats it cum on the tart, cum all over her.'

John brought me to the orgasm I desired and instaneously I started milking Lees' cum from his cock and balls. Now I felt cum all over my body. My mouth quickly filled with Lee's cum as my body was splattered from head to tail with lovely hot white sticky cum. I glanced up and saw Robert about to cum. I opened my mouth, took Lee's cock out and let Robert wank himself off into my mouth.

I was exhausted and generally fucked. The men all showered, dressed and went their separate ways. Lee and John stayed behind and chatted with Robert and I and discussed about repeating the evening but only with the 4 of us.

I'll keep you informed and let you know what we get up to.



I Am a Cock



I am a cock. Honestly, I am a normal, usually flaccid, sometimes erect male cock. Hmm... considering the female anatomy, perhaps mentioning I am a male cock is redundant, but what the hell. As I said, I am a cock, a cock in heaven. A cock in heaven, or more precisely, a cock in the mouth of an expert.

How I got here is a bit of a mystery, especially considering my owner. Mind you, since I have no ears and I am kept pretty much in the dark about these things, I really don't know much about his seduction style, but either he's pretty lazy or just inept with women. Hell, I can't remember the last time I was touched by anything softer than his sweaty palm.

Of course, anyone can get lucky if they are lucky and well, from the feel of it, my schmuck owner has hit the jackpot. Yeah, from the moment I felt the soft caress through the material of his jockeys and pants I knew something special was about to happen. When I felt my world open up to the fresh air I wished I had eyes to see the stunning beauty that was about to gently take me between her lips.

Ah, but no, she was too good to jump right in like that, no, she hovered a bit, her warm, moist breath doting over me, moving my entire length. Then, the feather touch of her tongue began at the hilt, just above the balls and came up the underside of my shaft, fluttering just beneath my head. The sensation had me twitching, lifting up off her bottom lip and then flapping back down on it, raising a slight giggle from her.

It must be a woman thing, enjoying when they make us twitch. Well I twitched until she dropped back down and slid her tongue back up again, this time sliding up onto the head and dipping into the tiny pool of pre-cum that had come from deep inside me. I felt her breath quicken a bit as she tasted my nectar and I knew this was good, it was right, I was tasty and she wanted more.

Oh my, then it started, as she took my head between her lips and while gently sucking, her tongue rolled over my most sensitive parts, making me tingle down into the balls. She'd then tease me a bit, her teeth lightly brushing my tender skin, not really hurting, but making me jump a bit. Yes, I was completely in her control, she knew it and I loved it.

Suddenly, she sucked hard and plunged her mouth down over me, clamping hard while moving up and down. The suction increased and then decreased as her head moved, her delicious wet mouth caressed all of me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth while the tongue rolled all over me. Sensation overwhelmed me as she cupped the balls and gently squeezed in unison with her heavy suction.

I was throbbing, my blue vein bulging with the pounding of the heart, the balls swelling in her hands, my head and shaft, hell the entire length of me growing larger and larger into her mouth. Electricity fueled me as my owner began thrusting his pelvis back and forth, shoving me into her willing mouth.

Just as I was about to pop, she slows, lets me fall from her dark warmth and she sucks one of the balls into her mouth. Another sensation then curls through me as I descend from nearly coming to an easy, gentle pleasure. She takes the other ball in and continues, the sensation shifting over me. I calm a bit, but know that as soon as she returns I'll be ready.

Her sucking stops and I wait, twitching slightly with each gush of blood from the heart, my vein pulsing deep blue. Her tongue travels up the vein, curving and undulating over the swollen flesh. Pausing at the head, the tongue circles me, just beneath the head until I twitch wildly. My cock lifts up and falls back to her lip. Once, twice and then, oh God, she devours me, her tongue squeezes on me, and she sucks... she sucks so hard.

I am overcome as she slurps me in, the suction drawing me, drawing everything I have in me. Suddenly with one great uproar of sheer ecstasy I am filled entirely and I convulse again and again, each time spurting my hot, sticky cum into her mouth. 

She swallows, gasps for breath and then swallows again. The suction continues as I drain myself into her, no longer spurting, simply oozing the last ounce of me for her. I relax, slowly going flaccid as she draws the last of my fluid and then releases me to the cool, naked air. I'll miss her, but all I can do is drift downward, leaning on my friends, the balls.

I try my best to thank her, but all I can manage is a limp twitch good bye. Ah, she noticed! I feel her lean in to kiss me goodnight. Oh goodnight sweet woman, goodnight.



I am a Cuckold



My wife is a slender short-haired brunette, 28, great looking, with long legs. I had enjoyed the looks she got from other men since we had first dated. I'm not sure what put the idea in my head, but I began wanting to see her have sex with another man. That had occurred to me even before we married.

I brought it up to her three years into our marriage. As anticipated, she was reluctant and suspicious about my motives. I asked her to read cuckold stories online with me, and she began to enjoy them, with each of us taking turns at reading to the other. When she finished reading one particularly hot story, she said, "Guess you want to be my cucky boy," and laughed; but she added, "I just can't do that. Reading about it one thing, but actually doing it - well, that's something else."

After six or so months of bringing it up while we were having sex in bed, with no agreement on that point, I gave up and didn't mention it again for some three months. Then one night in bed, she asked me, "Do you still want me to have sex with another guy?"

I immediately said, "Yes, absolutely." She then admitted she and a man with whom she had become close friends at work had been having sex for the previous three weeks. She occasionally had to stay late for work, so I hadn't questioned her coming home late more often during the recent weeks. She said the first time was during a longer than usual lunch hour when they had taken sandwiches to, of all places, an abandoned grave yard two miles from their office. He drives a van with a covered mattress behind the driver's and passenger's seat. After that, they were going to his apartment after work and careful not to talk to each other while in the office to avoid anyone suspecting their relationship.

Being unfamiliar with him, I asked her to describe him. She said he's an inch shorter than her 5'9" height, that he was very attractive, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I couldn't resist asking whether he was "bigger" than me. She laughed and said, "Only a man would ask that. His might be an inch or so longer and a bit larger in circumference. Honestly, I could've care less about that. Probably the biggest difference between you and him is that he's very confident when around other people, but I like you just the way you are."

We had hot sex as she told the details of their first coupling. He had kissed her after they had parked awhile. Her hand unzipped his slacks, pulled out his rigid penis and engulfed it with her mouth. He led her to the back of his van where they undressed. He kneeled between her legs and mounted her. Her heels kicked his buttocks as he plowed her hot furrow.

I asked whether he would mind me watching. She said she hadn't told him that she had my approval and that she would need to think about that for awhile. She finally got around to telling him a few weeks later. He had some trouble wrapping his head around it, but agreed to meeting her most of the time at our home rather than just at his apartment. Both agreed they would need to be alone at his place at least occasionally, meaning at his place. When she said that to me, I said I could understand that they could experience greater passion if I weren't around.

They were at his home the night she told him. She said to him that she particularly enjoyed giving him oral sex and couldn't understand why more men didn't do that to each other. He asked, "Is that something you want to watch?" She said yes, she would; and then, as the idea crossed her mind, she said, "What if I ask my husband to thank you for fucking me by sucking your dick?"

He laughed and said, "I'd rather not," but she persisted. She didn't get around to telling me about that before he had begun coming to our on his second visit. I sat in the bedroom's corner chair and watched as they undressed. He urged her back to the bed, pressed her long legs apart and licked her clitoris. She moaned in pleasure until she could not longer resist and cried, "Fuck me, please."

He rolled her to her knees and guided his dick into her pussy from behind. As he thrust into her, her head rolled madly, her hail thrashing the room's warm air. I masturbated as I observed them. He urged her to her back and entered her again. They fucked wildly, her groin rising to meet each of his thrusts, her fingers manipulating her clitoris. She wailed, "I'm gonna cum, soon." He muttered, "Me too," then groaned as his sperm rocketed through his dick and into her cuntal channel.

She led him to our shower. When they returned to the bed, she motioned for me to stand alongside the bed where they lay. She glanced up to me and said, "I want you to thank him for doing to me what you wanted." I grinned and turned my eyes to him and said, "Thank you."

She said, "No! Not like that. I want you to thank him by sucking his dick." I expressed resistance, but she said, "If you want to continue watching us, you'll do what I ask. I did what you ask. That's only fair. Take off your clothes."

I hesitated but began unbuttoning my shirt. I dropped my clothes onto the chair and kneeled alongside him as he lay on his back. She covered his mouth with hers in a deep kiss. His penis was semi-tumescent but began to grow as I held it in my hand. He lifted my wife until he could nurse a breast and she turned her head about to watch as my mouth covered his dickhead.

He lifted his hips in response and drove deep into my mouth. His dickhead struck the back of my throat. My lips clasped tightly around it. It wasn't as much of a problem as I had anticipated. My head bobbed as I sucked. My tongue lathered his stalk. His body vibrated. He groaned in pleasure. My wife, "That's so hot. Suck it good. I want you to be my perfect cuckyboy."

Their affair continued almost a year. He accepted a promotion that took him across the country, and their only contact since has been by telephone and texts. I had never given him oral sex again after that first night; but on his last night, after fucking my wife with me laying nude alongside watching, he turned to me and said, "I want to thank you for giving your wife." He hovered above me and took my cock in his mouth and sucked until I was cumming.

A week later, I suggested we place an online ad in an adult-personals website for single men. She eagerly agreed, saying, "I didn't know how much fun I was missing before." I took a digital figure of her nude in bed, her face turned away from the camera, to go with the ad. 

We mutually agreed that she wouldn't see other single guys more than three or four times. That has mostly been the way it worked out, but she has seen one younger man who lives within a few miles of us about once a month for the past eight months. We both like him as a friend with similar interests, and I have no reason to suggest that she move on. She continues to meet other men in the times she isn't with him. 

A few times with a few guys, she has asked me to thank them orally. Each time, it was only during their first coupling, never afterward. I asked why it was always the first time. She said, "Well, I know that isn't your thing. I just demand it when the mood hits me, and after seeing it once, that's all I care about. But I really do appreciate your cooperation." 

I think that's the least I could do, but she frequently reminds me that she's getting more out of these events than I do. She doesn't seem to believe I get as much as does she. I really do.



I am a Doll



I am a doll.

I am sitting in a chair, the high rigid back pressing against my equally still spine, my lack of height is made even more obvious by the build of this piece of furniture. Not quite a throne, yet in it I am the reigning Princess. The chair may be plain but it is my presence that makes it regal, because I have the frozen poise of a breathtaking ornament. This is my castle, this empty room, because I am the only colour within these four white walls. 

Pale flaxen locks cascade down my shoulders, their colour complimenting rather than contrasting against the lightness of my skin, though my cheeks are decorated with a rouge tint that hides a natural blush. Said blush is one small element of the powdery make-up that decorates my face which all results in a porcelain finish. Painted black lashes hang lazily over grey eyes which stare forward at the wall, the odd flicker my only true hint of life. 

I cannot help but betray myself and blink several times as a sharp 'click' breaks the silence of my "castle", but immediately I force the stoic expression back onto my face despite the clear sensation of my heart pounding in my chest as though it is trying to knock upon my chest like a door, something this stranger clearly did not have the manners to attempt. 

The door is behind me so I am unable to see the invader, so instead my ears are alert and I feel like a curious cat as they pick up each tap of the stranger's footsteps against the hard flooring. Each step seems to echo my heartbeat, but still the powdery finish of my painted face promises not to betray me, even though there is a sense of dread welling up inside my chest. 

Before I can truly think, there he is. The man stands in front of me and looks down at my form, an almost amused look on his face. "So what is this?" he asks. "A doll?" My body threatens to shiver at the word. "It's life size! That's impressive." 

He kneels down and begins to inspect me, tilting his head left and right as he looks at my features one by one, making the odd comment here and there about the excellence of my craftsmanship, clearly he has never seen a doll as impressive as me and this thought makes my heart swell. 

Pride soon turns to nervousness as a finger suddenly darts towards my face, stopping just before my face. That slender digit swoops down to press gently against my delicate lip, his skin tone a sharp contrast against the blood red colour that has been used to make my mouth stand out against my pale flesh. He simply lets it rest there before stroking it along and away from my face, his hand once more resting against his side. 

Soon his attention turns to my outfit as he starts to pick at the layers of lace and pearl ribbons that decorate my skirt, my entire body is adorned in a Victorian inspired ensemble that is very child-like in nature and completely snow white apart from the pearlescent gleam of some of the ribbons and beadwork. 

A smirk spreads across his face as he looks at me in my fountain of frills, and I can tell in the corner of my eye that a different kind of curiosity is entering his mind now, and it doesn't take me long to understand what he is thinking.. What is this dress hiding? 

Tentative at first but soon stable with a slight confidence, his palm and fingertips press against the side of my leg, both of which are dangling down neatly together from the seat that I am perched upon, and I can feel his warmth through the long white socks that add to my outfit. He strokes his hand down my leg at first, stopping to rest upon my ankle as he observes my tall, thick rocking horse shoes. Soon the adventure continues however, as he pushes his hand up along the outside of my leg until it leaves cloth and feels cold skin. 

"...Do dolls wear underwear?" He asks himself with a small laugh, sounding as though he is having difficulty believing the fact that he is even asking this question out loud. The subtlety of his movements that are causing an excitement to well up within me end as he abruptly flips the multiple layers of my skirt upwards, bending them unceremoniously back over themselves to push against my stomach, answering his question. 

Both of his hands are pressing against my thighs now as he leans his face in closer, slightly gripping as he stares at what is indeed underwear, a simple pair of ladies undergarments protecting my dignity. What does not protect my dignity, however, is the increasingly obvious arousal that is beginning to press against the material between my legs, but my saviour comes in the form of him suddenly rising to his feet. 

The weight of my skirt brings itself back down upon my legs as he rises back, though it is not as as neat as before as the layers of lace point in odd directions. The stranger's face seems redder than before as he turns away from me, but he is soon facing me again as he paces slightly on the spot, a look in his eyes now that I do not recognise. 

His hand begins to grip at his belt, as if he is unable to decide about what to do next, thoughts so clearly racing through his mind but I simply cannot tell which thought is shouting at him louder than the others. He tugs at the waist of his trousers in a nervous manner, his hands seem so restless and frustrated. 

My heart thumps powerfully inside me and I worry that even the thick layers of frilly material pressed against my flat chest cannot muffle the sound it must be making, because now I see that he is unfastening his belt. I can hardly focus as the deafening sound of his zipper being undone reached my ears in this otherwise silent room, and it takes all of my power to not force my eyes shut. 

He approaches me, a bulge badly disguised by underwear showing through the messy triangular space now created by his open trousers, and his height means that it is at eye level. He is close enough that I can detect a faint musky smell of masculinity, and a single hand lands upon his crotch, holding a growing firmness as he stares at me.

His face has grown dark, I think he has reached a point of no return now, he cannot resist the forbidden thoughts inside him that demand that he takes advantage of the situation. I am just a doll, yet I can tell that that fact does not make him feel any less sinful, which just fuels his excitement. 

The waistband of his underwear is pulled down, his trousers lowered slightly, and there it is, the epitome of his masculinity, standing tall and thick, an intimidating plinth that rocks slightly as the fresh air hits it, a sexual deity within its own right, desperate to be worshipped. He cannot resist, his hand wraps around that eager cock and squeezes, almost as though he is trying to hold back his uncontrollable lust. 

He stares at my completely still body, his breathing becoming heavier as he holds onto his manhood, and something strikes through his body that takes us both by surprise. Though remaining frozen in my statuesque posture, my chest seizes as his free hand lunges forward and he pulls at my clothing. The beautiful material is tougher than he realises, so the threads press hard against my shoulders as he tugs at my chest. 

Something wild in him has taken over and the cloth gives in under his power, ripping diagonally and exposing a portion of my waxen skin, a single pink nipple standing out proudly against the lack of colour surrounding it. His throat makes a strange sound as air catches within it, and he roughly slides his hand through the frilly ravine that he has created. 

His nails press hard into my flesh, practically digging, as his tall form now looms over me, and a quiet grunt escapes his lips. The pain is hideous yet insatiably delightful as it penetrates my exterior, feeling as though it it shooting lightning bolts directly into my soul. Grabbing onto me as though I might otherwise vanish, his other hand grips furiously at his arousal, thrusting up and down, forcing his soft foreskin to rub fiercely against the sensitive flesh that it protects. 

Harsh, desperate noises erupt regularly from his throat as he shakes over me, the power of his desire making his body judder, the force of it making my own form move back and forth. His nails withdraw as a moan slips from between his lips, and the smell of his uncut cock filled my nostrils as it was pushed inelegantly against my cheek. He alternated between furiously pumping his bulging, brute shaft and abusing my fragile skin with it. 

There are a few dull 'thwack' noises as it thumps against my cheek, and I brace myself as he places his free hand now upon my shoulder for support. He is masturbating viciously in my direction, a blur of his furious hand motions disguising the angry redness of the tip of his cock. 

Before I am even able to think, a deep noise emerges from him and a series of small bursts of hot, white liquid flies over me. The slick, shiny juice lands upon my cheek and mouth, the warmth penetrating my lips and sliding down my chin, and I manage to hold back a shiver as I feel the wetness drip down my neck. 

My entire mind and body is in a haze as I vaguely see him withdraw from my presence, breathing hard as he tucks away his calming length. Everything has become such a blur that I hardly notice him regaining his composure, neatening himself and leaving the room, I don't even hear the familiar 'click' of the door. 

My pose remains the same, though now less of a Princess and more of a harlot, a damaged doll in a chair that is hardly a throne. My painted lips part slightly and a strong, salty taste lands upon the tip of my tongue. 

I am a doll.



I Am a Dominator of Couples



For a few years now I have thought of summarizing my experiences as a dominator of married couples, a "Bull," to put it in the vernacular. I don't like the term, but there it is. I'm nearing 50, and therefore must consider retirement from this venture pretty soon. I want my leaving the arena to be my idea, not something implied by an unsatisfied couple who wish they had a younger man in charge. And I have decided to write about it.

I've had a long roll of the dice and it has been pretty magnificent, all things considered. Not all rosy, in fact there have been tense moments, but I have been blessed through it all with no violent episodes. There has been some regret and heartbreak, and it took years for me to know when to back out of a tryst in time to avoid painful feelings. The backout rate is high; about 30%.

I'm not a black man, as is presented in the stereotypes. Many bulls are, of course, but not as prevalent as pop culture has us believe. I have been blessed with large genitals, and though, on average, it really has been a blessing, its lack of compactness has sometimes been troublesome. I might also note that I don't think it's possible for me to do what I do if my penis size were typical. A very large penis plays so completely into the fantasy element of cuckolding for both husband and wife that it must be deemed essential.

One must be a natural in this role I play. I have no submissiveness in me. I'm not a bully, and I have nothing to prove, but if I am not in charge of a situation I get uncomfortable. I dress well, my hygiene is as faultless as it can be without being neurotic. I am fit. At no time have I not been superior to any husband in these areas in my interactions. 

And it must be a husband and wife. On that I am adamant. It is uncomfortable for me to admit, even anonymously, that I am not sexually charged by any woman who is not married to another male. And I might add, I never meet in hotels; I insist that at least part of the festivities take place in the marital bed.

It may be good to note that most "bulls" do not work the way I do. Most of my colleagues work a particular demographic (if indeed they pursue the trade at all really professionally), from slums and trailer parks to your nest door neighbors. And most do so casually, from a professional and business standpoint. I do not. The demographic I work, exclusively due to referrals, is Midwestern and wealthy. While some of my colleagues take a bus to work, I often hop a plane.

In future installments I may address other aspects such as how the contact is made, the meetings are arranged, the careful preliminaries, payment and such. But in each of these accounts I would like to relate one of a few particular encounters that have been especially memorable to me.

I'll begin with a recent rendezvous that took place in Grosse Pointe Farms, a suburb of Detroit. We'll call them Faye and Edward, obviously not their real names. They were in their mid-30s at the time (a few short years ago) and had no experience whatever in cuckolding, or even the sort of playfulness that usually is found in couples contemplating my services. So a red flag went up at once for me. It was unnecessary.

We met for dinner at a chop house in Grosse Point. Edward is a college professor, fit, short, soft-spoken. Faye is a little taller than Ed, thick black hair, with that slimness-just-turning-into-fullness that lucky women possess about that age. She's Irish. Blue eyes with a hint of deviltry. Lovely face. 

About a half-hour into conversation we turned toward the main issue. Here is when I find out what it is exactly they are looking for. Though Faye did most of the chatting, she clammed up pretty tightly during this stage of the conversation, and soft-spoken Ed took over.

"She needs a man with more, I dunno, 'manliness' about him. I can't give her that and she deserves what she wants," he told me. "I want to serve her. She's so good to me. And I'll serve the man who can bring all this to her. I'll do whatever he, well, whatever you, want me to do. Felix [the man who referred Ed to me] told me all I need to know. You changed their life."

That pretty much said it all, and I was grateful for the clarity. By the end of our dinner, I had gained their trust and confidence. I don't do pain. No S&M. That's a different trade, and they didn't want that.

"You understand that when next we meet, I'll seem very different to you. But if you trust me, I can bring you what you want. Both of you." And that is how we met.

When I arrived at their home two days later around sunset, we sat and had a drink in the parlor. Well, they each had a drink; I was working. In this room I declared that it was always to be a place of transition. When we left the parlor, I would be fully in charge, but here my role was softer. Not relinquished completely - there was to be no "equality" among us - but in the parlor we were to be more relaxed and friendly.

About 20 minutes passed this way, and I suggested that I might like to see the bedroom. I heard Faye inhale sharply and look over to Ed. He smiled, nodded, stood, and the three of us left the soft safety of the parlor and passed into the strange new world that now included me.

Faye wore a white shirt with buttons tucked into a black pleated skirt that went a little above the knee, bare legs, bare feet. No heels, garters, or any of the trashy accoutrements that one associates with this situation. I was happy at that. Ed? He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt.

I have no set routine at this stage; I go with my gut. I am confident, and that has never failed me. I stood looking at the pair standing in front of me. I held out my hand to Faye. She looked at Ed as she took my hand and advanced to me. 

I moved her to my side.

"Have you ever seen Faye kiss another man before, Ed?"

"No," he whispered back.

"'No, sir.'" I corrected.

"No, sir," he replied.

"Well, watch." and with that I kissed Faye. She was stiff at first, but she gradually melted into my arms. After our luscious kiss I looked at Ed.

"Ed, pull my zipper down and take out my cock."

Faye gasped and Ed just stood there looking like a dear caught in the high beams.

"Ed, I do not want to repeat myself."

He snapped from his trance and slowly advanced, looked down and tugged on my zipper. The soft sound of the unzipping was chilling to Faye, whom I held in my left arm, around her waist. Ed paused and looked into the unzipped darkness but did nothing.

"It won't bite, Ed," I said. Then to Faye: "Tell Ed to take out my cock."

"Ed, honey... take out John's... cock." she whispered. I could feel her trembling.

Ed reached in and my organ flopped free, not fully erect, but I would guess about the eight-inch stage, and it swung from side to side before settling down.

"O my god," Faye said.

"Say it," I ordered.

"It's... so much bigger..."

"Than Ed's?" I laughed. "Ed - pull your pants down to your knees." He did. "O god... pull your jockeys down, too."

Ed followed the command and his penis was on display. It was three inches, hanging very uninspired.

"Ed," I said, "your penis is quite small."

"Well, compared to yours... sir."

"Let me see your erection," I ordered. With that Ed worked his little rod until it began jerking to life. I instructed Faye to reach down and stroke my cock to a similar sate. When Ed finished had a nice five-inch boner, while he watched his wife stroke me to more than twice his length and girth.

"Ed, come here and put the head of your wiener next to the head of my cock." And he did. "Faye, what do we see here?"

She breathed it out in a whisper. "Your cock is magnificent."

"And?"

"And Ed's... wiener... is really pathetic next to it."

"Well, Ed," I asked, "wouldn't you agree?

"Yes, sir."

"Ed, get on your knees and kiss the head of my cock." He dropped down and did this. "Now, take the head of my cock in your mouth." Ed opened very wide and took in the red helmet of my rod. He remained like this for a moment, breathing noisily through his nose. This, you see, is no "turn-on" for me in the least; it simply establishes our relationship. It is absolutely necessary.

"Ed, go sit on the bed and play with your wiener. I want to show you something. Have you ever played with your wife's ass?"

Ed sat on the bed with his pants and undies dangling on his ankles and absently stroked his little bone. "Well sure, sir."

"I mean Faye's ass hole," Ed."

"Oh... no, sir. I don't like that sort of thing."

"Faye," I asked, "any man ever play with that little rosebud of yours?"

"Well, in high school a guy put his finger there," she said matter-of-factly.

"Really? How adorable." And with that I bade her bend over away from me, lifted her skirt and parted the white cheeks of her bottom. No panties. Perfect bottom. Her little butt hole winked at us. Faye moaned.

"What's the matter, Faye?"

"Ed," she called, "are you watching this?"

"Yes," Ed whispered.

"Is this OK?" she asked with a little whine.

"I guess," Ed said.

I stood Faye upright and had her bend over, looking now directly at Ed, with her ass pointing at me behind her. I opened her butt cheeks and she gasped.

"Faye," I ordered. "Look at Ed. Keep looking at him. And tell him what I'm doing to you." 

"Ed... John is holding my butt open... O GOD... now he's... he's got his tongue in my butt!"

Ed was shocked. "He what!" I withdrew my tongue.

"Keep looking at your husband, and keep reporting," I ordered.

"O god... now he's... uhh... uhh... he's putting a finger in my butt."

"Your asshole," I corrected. "Say it."

"He's... he's moving his finger back and forth in my... my ass hole."

"O my god," Ed whispered.

"That's quite a little boner your growing, Ed."

"Yes. Yes, sir."

I stopped fiddling about with his wife's splendid bottom, and stood her up.

"Ed, take your clothes off. You look ridiculous half naked like that. Then take Faye's clothes off for me," I ordered. Ed did as instructed, kicking off his dangling pants and skivvies, pulling his shirt off over his head and kicking all to a corner. Then he unbuttoned Faye's blouse, carefully removed it and tossed it to the corner. No bra. I told her to turn around so that I might see her breasts, and made Ed pull off the black skirt. Her breasts were larger than average, full, and with only a slight droop that sorted with her age.

My own organ was still not in its glory, still half-mast, and protruding from the zipper hole. The happy couple were both naked now and standing side by side in front of me. I took off my own shirt and pants, and instructed Ed hang to them up on hangars, and return to his position next to Faye. I held out my hand to her, she took it and came to me. I turned her to face her husband.

"Faye has lovely breasts," I said. I pressed her back into my chest, reached up and gently massaged her nipples. They were long and pink. I noted action between Ed's legs.

"Ed enjoys seeing me play with your nipples, Faye," I said. "He's sporting about as big a boner as he can muster." As I said this I moved my pelvis in rotation, massaging her ass with an organ much, much meatier than the one she was observing poking from the loins of her husband.

Then, unbidden by me, and much to my delight, she said, "Ed, he's rubbing his cock on my ass. O my god, it feels so huge!" I reached down in front and with deft fingers, spread the lips of her pussy.

"Faye, my sweet, I don't think you could be wetter than you are now," at this she sighed and melted against me. "But open your legs a little more and we'll try." And at that I instructed her husband to kneel in front of her and lick her pussy while I tweaked both nipples and we lazily remained in this activity for about five full minutes, Ed licking, me tweaking and kissing the back of her neck, and all the while Faye in a trance of ecstasy of deep breaths and moans. She had an orgasm. We continued the licking and tweaking. Then, again unbidden by me, she spoke.

"John, I need your cock in my hands. And in my mouth. And in my pussy."

"Tell your husband."

"Ed," she gasped.

Ed stopped licking. "Yes, honey?"

"Ed... I need John's cock. In my hands, and mouth and pussy."

I thought of another port in the storm. "And where else, Faye?"

She knew what I meant.

"And Ed..." she whispered. "I need John's cock in my ass."

"I thought you didn't like that sort of thing," her husband said.

"I guess I just didn't want to do that with you," she said. "But John's cock... well... that's different. Plus, John might just make me do it because he just wants my ass."

I kissed the back of her head. "That's right darling. I want your ass and I will take it." And with that I spun her to face me and we kissed a long deep kiss that, even as a professional, I will remember for a long time. In fact, it might have been the satisfaction of that kiss that prompted me to relate this story to you before any of the others.

When the kiss ran its course, I instructed Ed to stand and then sit back on the bed, "out of the way" of what was to happen next.

"I'll grant your wish now, Faye. Kneel." I commanded her. She complied.

On her knees she examined my cock. She kissed it, licked the shaft, and held my testicles in her hands as if to weigh them. Interestingly, every woman who has ever served me orally has done this to my balls, appreciating their heft. "His balls are heavy," Faye said aloud, presumably to her husband, staring enraptured at his wife manipulating another man's genitals while he watched, tugging on his wiener.

Finally she opened her mouth and tried, with eventual success, to take the head of my cock into her mouth. At first her teeth were an annoyance. (This usually happens, at least with the ones who can actually fit my cock into their mouths.) 

I reached down behind her and smacked her bottom, hard. "Watch those teeth!" I warned her. She cried out in surprise, without breaking connection to my rod, and then nodded that she understood. After a few more minutes of this charming cock-play I head a strangling noise from hubby, and realized that he had cum and was pumping a small stream of semen onto his hand. He must have liked what he saw. I waited for him to tidy up, and decided to up the stakes.

I raised Faye from her knees and kissed her, and embraced her. Then I walked up to the bed on which Ed still sat and pointed at his now-shriveled penis. "That," I said, "is a wiener."

"Yes, sir." Ed replied.

"What is it?"

"A wiener, sir."

I presented my rod and stroked gently the full length. "And what is this, Ed?" I asked him.

"That... that's a cock. Sir."

Faye came forward and took over the stroking. "Look at your husband when you do that," I ordered, and I watched them exchange looks while she stroked me. It's really impossible to describe the erotic charge in such an exchange between husband and wife while she strokes a superior-endowed man; a look mixed with shame, discomfort, and the very essence of lust - while staring into the eyes of her husband.

I tapped a space near the foot of the bed, and instructed Ed to lie face-up with his head placed as I indicated. I positioned Faye on her knees above him so Ed had a close look at what was to happen next. Faye's lovely white ass was thus presented to me for whatever use I was to make of it. I stood and took in the scene.

"Eat Faye's pussy, Ed." And Ed did just that. I instructed Faye not to lower her face onto Ed's wiener (now starting to reconstitute after his brief rest). I dipped into my lube jar (one of the few pieces of kit absolutely necessary for my job), and began to massage Faye's butt hole. She moaned at this dual assault of pussy-eating and rosebud massage. I let her cum, again. I continued.

I inserted a finger; then two; then at last three. She began to buck a bit at the third insertion and I wondered if she would be able to take what I was about to give her. I lubed the now-empurpled head of my cock with my other hand. I was ready. Was she? 

"Stop, Ed. Now." He did. He dropped his head to the mattress. "Just watch until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes, sir. Just watch. Right."

I positioned my rod at her door and pushed. She moaned. The head would not go in. I tried again, so gently. She moaned louder. I pushed, she stiffened, and the head of my cock entered her with a small pop. She cried out. And again.

"Shall I stop?" I asked her.

"NO!"

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"God YES."

"I don't want to injure you."

"PUSH. Push in..."

And so I did as gently as I could. It took at least three minutes for me to achieve a push-pull action that was smooth. All the while she yelled and warned me not to stop. Finally we had a rhythm going.

"Ed, while I fuck your wife's ass, I want you to kiss my balls. They're bobbing at your lips anyway, may as well worship my testicles while you're down there." And Faye laughed.

"Yes, honey," she breathed, "kiss his balls." And my cock went in and out of her ass.

At last I instructed Ed to resume licking her pussy while I rammed her, and within minutes she had another rocking orgasm. I ordered Ed to stop and watch, and I came in her ass, slamming it hard and causing her to cry out again in consequence to my enthusiasm. I stopped, temporarily exhausted, and slumped for a moment on top of her. 

After a minute I ever-so-gently backed away, and my penis flopped out of her hole, trailing a long rope of creamy cum, which fell onto the face of her husband. He did not know what to do, and made a motion to get up from beneath his wife. I stopped him.

"Ignore the cum on your face, Ed." He stopped.

"What should I do?"

"Well, you could start by asking your wife how she enjoyed another man fucking her in the ass while her husband watched."

Faye, still in the charming if undignified position of having her bare ass up in the air, cum leaking out of her dilated anus, laughed again. "Well, Ed?" she breathed.

"Honey... did you enjoy having John fuck your ass while I watched close-up?"

"Yes, Ed," she sighed. "It was wonderful. And you did a very good job licking my pussy."

Ed smiled. He seemed happy. I needed to recuperate. I felt my job was not yet done.

"Ed, see the cum that drips from your wife's asshole? My cum? See it, Ed? See it starting to dribble out?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, let's clean that up, OK? And when you're finished I don't want to see a single bit of semen on your wife's beautiful body. Whose ass I just fucked while you watched. Now get licking."

And lick he did, while lovely Faye moaned dreamily at the anal tongue bath hubby was administering on my order.

We had a short intermission here. It takes longer for me to reconstitute these days (hard to admit but true), and I had Ed fetch me some soda water and lemon while Faye cleaned up. I could have stopped her (I prefer the woman soiled during out playtime) but I sensed that, though she would obey, she would be uncomfortable. So I didn't press it.

When she returned, she asked to play with my cock some more. This is a common request. Women understand that the presence of genitals of my type will likely be a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and they want to remember it. 

I was happy to grant the request, but in respect to Faye's fastidiousness, I ordered her husband to fill a basin with soapy water and return to me. Going from ass to vagina without cleaning carefully is rude and irresponsible and I never do that.

"Now, Ed. I need you to take the facecloth, get it wet, and wash my cock and balls. Go on."

I sat at the edge of my chair and spread my thighs wide. Ed kneeled on the floor in front of me. Faye giggled and Ed went to work, and soon I was clean as a whistle. He was very gentle, though he did linger a bit while washing my rod, a little too eager that every bit was well-rubbed and clean. In fact, when he finished I was sporting a full-size erection, the red head of my cock starting to turn, as it will, an angry purple. He withdrew with a smile of pride.




I Am a Dominator of Couples



"That's a very good job, Eddy," Faye said. "John's big cock and heavy balls are nice and clean." She giggled again. "Now I can play!"

I made Ed watch her play and lick, stroke and suck, with his face held close to the action. At one point he asked to lick my cock, and I told him no. Maybe next time.

Eventually I was back at full mast, and the silly girl asked to "get a ruler". I laughed and said it was OK, though I already knew what the result would be. This was not the first time I had such a request.

"My god," she said. "Ten inches. No one will believe this."

Ed was spooked. "Who? Who are you thinking of telling about this? I thought we - "

"O relax!" she giggled. "I'm just kidding."

I wondered.

It was time to draw the night to a close. I needed to fuck his wife in their own bed, in their marriage bed, with my uncovered cock and spray my cum in her pussy while her husband watched every move I made.

"Ed, I want you to hold your wife's legs apart with your hands under her knees nice and wide while I fuck her. I want her pussy. I want to come inside her."

And with that we stood and Faye came to my arms and we kissed long and deep. She went to the bed and lay on her back. Ed sat a bit behind her head and leaned forward, reaching out, scooping her under the knees and parted her long legs. He pulled back on her legs and exposed her holes to me. The smell of her was filling the room. I thought of eating her first but frankly, I thought it would not add enough to the festivities to be necessary.

I crawled on board, positioned myself, and entered her wet, hot hole. She had no real trouble taking it, but I came to bottom out on her cervix and dared not give her my all. (It has always been this way. I have never been able to enjoy slamming a woman to the hilt with my cock. This is the main disadvantage of a large penis during sex.) She was still nice and tight. I stayed upright on my knees as I slowly built up steam and allowed her two orgasms before I sprayed inside her, timing my cum with her second orgasm. It was pretty splendid. Everything worked as it should have. During my ride I released Ed from his duties and ordered him to masturbate while standing next to the bed, watching me ram his wife. He came in concert with the two of us. Good timing, Ed.

I made Fate stay flat, knees up and legs open, and had Ed observe the beautiful carnage. My cum was running from Fate's pussy, and I made sure that Ed did not miss a drop. I'm not sure if he enjoyed this (I can tell you than many men very much do), but he did as he was ordered.

When he cleaned her to my satisfaction, I ordered the happy couple to put on their robes while I dressed. We repaired to the parlor, and this time I enjoyed a drink with them. We were all smiles, and they have become regular clients. I always enjoy them, and that is not always the case in my work.

*****

If there is any interest, I will write again. I offer this as a first glimpse into a most unusual, often thrilling, sometimes dangerous occupation, a window into human relations and the sexual psychology of husband and wife.



I am a Flirt



I am a flirt, but you knew that from when you first laid eyes on me. You drew me out, wanting me. You started teasing me with little email comments, making me laugh. You use puns and word play with flair. I loved the way made me laugh. There was little time spent with you that you didn't leave me with a smile on my face. Your humor always put me in a good mood. One night, you asked me to dinner with you, even though our break was short. You decided to take your car, and on the way you put your hand on my leg. That simple act sent shivers up and down my spine. Seeing me blush and not stop you, your hand remained there all the way to the restaurant, occasionally twitching to brush my inner thigh again, causing little tingles to run through my body. At dinner you were a perfect gentleman, and we flirted casually as we ate. We lost track of time, we were having so much fun just talking together. 

On the ride back to work, I sat nervously in your passenger seat thinking, "Oh my God, he makes me so hot." But being the conservative type, (outwardly) I just sat there blushing. As we pulled into the parking lot, we laughed at our tardiness. To you, it was no big deal; the job wasn't really what you wanted anyway. You held out though, if only so you could talk to me. You continued to send me teasing emails outlining what you might do if given the opportunity. Of course you may have just been teasing, but my cooperation made you want to push to see what you could get away with.

Emails continued and we began chatting on instant messengers. We had long conversations about varieties of things, but the best ones included you telling me how you would pleasure me. You would tell me how you would brush your fingers on my thigh and teasingly draw them up my leg. I swear I could feel your fingers just by reading the words on the screen. You talked to me so easily and your very words cause my skin to tingle. Even when we started talking on the phone, with you describing your touches to me as I mimicked those as best as I could while in the bath. You made me feel so desired, wanting to do anything with you.

One day you asked me to meet you at your place knowing how hard it is for me to get away from my husband. But by that time, I just didn't care, because I had started wanting you. It was a terrible desire and yet I couldn't pull away. I started planning carefully, making excuses to my husband about where I was going. I selected this dress especially for you, knowing how seeing my legs excites you. The dress was a silky, red, strapless type I chose for the emphasis on my legs. You have always liked just running your hands across my legs which continually drives me wild. 

With trepidation I drove up to your house, chatting with you as I drove. You told me your roommates weren't home so we would be alone for a few hours. Still, I was feeling apprehensive and had butterflies in my stomach, likely afraid that you wouldn't be there, after driving all the way. Relief washed over me when I pulled into the driveway and saw you were there, waiting for me. You met me at my car, took my hand as I stood, and pulled me into your embrace. My head barely grazed your chest; your 6'3" height towered above me.

Leaning down to my 5' frame, you looked deep into my eyes as your hand brushed the side of my face in the teasing gesture I'd come to recognize from you. Your lips teased mine as your hand traveled down the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I parted my lips as your tongue snaked out, licking across my full, demanding lips and pushed its way inside my mouth. My breath caught with your passion as your hands ran down my back and teasingly caressed my sides. You knew that tickles me, and I couldn't help but start to giggle, yet the kiss continued. 

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss was broken, and we walked inside where I set down my purse and started to turn around but you grabbed me from behind and leaned down to feather my neck and shoulders with your kisses. My body responded as you reached around me, fondling my breasts and twisting my nipples to their full hardness. My hands reached back looking for support, and found your strong legs. You guided me over to your couch where you knelt in front of me, trailing your fingers along my thighs. My legs always turn to jell-o when you touch me there and I sank down into the comfortable couch. You rose and sat beside me, leaning in to kiss me again. You pushed my dress out of your way as you trailed your kisses down my neck to the uppermost parts of my breasts. Your fingers began to explore the areas between my legs. Your hands caused me to quiver under your electric touch. 

My body was screaming for more as I reached out to you, my hands grazed over your erect manhood. Your jeans were getting tighter as we sat there, you kissing me. I grabbed at the button to extract my prize. I was surprised by your girth when I was able to get your zipper down. I grabbed your hard cock and held it, feeling it, noticing how smooth you are there. You said you shaved, but I've never felt a shaved man before. 

You decided to stop what you are doing in the nether region and brought your hands up, cupping my smallish breasts. Your mouth descended upon them nibbling lightly through the thin fabric. Your hands pulled aside the straps holding my top up, and with a gentle tug, my breasts were fully exposed to you. My nipples were fully hard, begging to be sucked on. You obliged them while your hands once again found their way down to my thighs. Sliding your hand up my thighs, little wisps of touch, caused me to squirm under your attention. Your hands reached for the thin strings of the panties that I wore while you leaned down to smell my musky scent and at a swipe of your finger, my body jumped and you practically ripped off my panties, in a hurry to get them off now. 

My freshly-shaved pussy was exposed for you and your tongue reached out to gloss over my swollen lips, separating them in search of my throbbing clit. My hands grabbed for your head trying to force you to get closer and harder, but your aim was to tease before you please. A little flick of your tongue and I was bucking toward you, wanting you, needing you. Your tongue began to comply with my thrusts and gave more pleasure now, licking and flicking my clit causing me to moan in extreme pleasure. Suddenly you plunged your tongue into my waiting hole, tasting the salty, musky, wetness that was there. A soft scream escaped my lips as your tongue explored and then a finger was pushed between my folds. I was moaning loudly, and began to buck against your hand. 

My eyes were barely open and I was exhilarated with the sensations you caused within me. You stopped and I cried out, but almost immediately you were there leaning over me. The head of your turgid cock pressed against me, rubbing on my engorged clit. The size of you again astonished me as you began to push into me. Inch by inch, you entered my tight hole. I clutched you as you tried to arrange our bodies. You grunted as you began to thrust, enjoying the tightness of my pussy. 

Very quickly I returned to the state I was in when your hands left me, and the tightness you felt from me is also more than you expected. Your thrusts become more urgent and I get closer, screaming louder with each one. My climax was nearing; a couple more thrusts and it would be here. Your grunting was also noticeably stronger with the forcefulness of your thrusts. 

You flicked your thumb over my hardened nipple and that did it for me, I was cumming, screaming loudly. My pussy was clenching tightly on your cock and with that intense feeling, you also cried out with lust, your sperm shooting deep inside of me. My pussy continued to spasm, milking every drop from you, but yet, you still were not satisfied. You looked down on me, holding me, as my spasms subsided and I see in your eyes you aren't through. Your lust for me was just beginning...



I Am a Good Pet



I am a good pet. I swear. But sometimes mistress drives me to it...I just want to touch her so bad. Touch her, taste her; fuck her. The problem is that she lives so far away. You see my mistress lives in Tennessee, while I'm in Mississippi. Our only contact has been through the internet. Tonight, that changes; my mistress is coming to visit her pet and finally, after years of patient waiting, her pet will be able to taste, touch, nibble and suck on his mistress. He'll finally pluck her sweet little cherry.

She told me last week that she was coming to visit. I got excited, of course. I've know her for 3 years now and have never met her face-to-face. Of course I've fantasized about it; how could I not? She's the sexiest woman I've ever met. Perhaps I should describe my mistress for you, since you haven't seen her. My mistress stands about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, has long luscious red hair, the kind of hair you want to plunge your hands and face into. She's very pale and freckled, which she hates but which drives me absolutely wild. She's not petite, by which I mean she's not as thin as a post, but she's not horribly big either; she's the perfect size to fit in my arms.

She arrives today. I'm so excited, and I have everything prepared. She knows that her pet's a kinky fuck, but has no idea what I've got in store for her. I've been cooking all day and my apartment smells exquisite. I have candles set up all over the place and before long they'll be casting their soft glow over every inch of space. On the table is a bouquet of long-stemmed roses, there's also a bouquet in my car for when I pick her up.

As soon as I pick her up, I'm going to bring her back here, take her bags into the bedroom and tell her to go into the bathroom, where I've drawn a bath for her. It's a very girly bath, full of bath salts and nice smelling things, and floating on top is a sprinkling of rose petals. After she gets out of the bath, we eat. Once we're through with dinner, I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, which is lit with candles. Slowly I strip her down to nothing and lay her down on her stomach. I straddle her butt and begin massaging her slowly, occasionally drizzling massage oil onto her back and butt. 

Now I get rebellious...Mistress doesn't like me touching her without permission, but she's so sexy that I can't help it. My hands wander up her leg and caress her virgin folds. She moans softly and I lean down and nip at her earlobe. Quickly she pushes me onto my back and ties my hands to my headboard. She asks if she gave permission to touch her that way. I grin defiantly and say no. She walks over to her bags and goes through them quickly, pulling out bits of clothing.

"Close your eyes pet. No peeking."

"Yes mistress," I mutter, and shut my eyes. A few seconds go by and I hear cloth rustling, she's getting dressed...

"You may open your eyes now pet. Look at your mistress, see how she's dressed for you."

I open my eyes and my jaw drops to my chest. She's put on a pair of thigh high black nylons. You see, I have this fetish, not so much a pantyhose thing as it is a sock fetish...My mistress attends catholic school and the long socks are part of the uniform. God how many times have I stroked myself, thinking about her in just her socks and skirt, riding my throbbing cock? 

She walks seductively over to the bed and straddles my hips, and runs her hands up her stomach. She moans softly as she cups her breasts, teasing her nipples lightly.

"You've been very bad pet, touching your mistress without permission," she says as she runs one hand down her stomach and traces the outline of her pussy with one finger. 

"I'm sorry mistress..." I am, but she doesn't believe that I really am a good pet.

"No, you're not, pet; I can hear it in your voice. But you will be when I'm done with you."

Slowly she teases me by touching herself. With one hand she pinches her nipples gently, twisting now and then. The other rests lightly between her thighs, fingering herself with first one, then two fingers. She moans softly as she curls them into her g-spot and she gives up on her nipples, sliding her free hand down to massage her clit. I can feel her muscles thrumming as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. She tosses her head and moans loudly, rubbing furiously at her clit. Finally, she comes, covering me with her sweet nectar. She pants and leans back against my knees.

"Mmm...That felt so good pet...Pity you're disobedient and couldn't participate..."

I stare greedily at her soaked cunt, still throbbing from the orgasm she just gave herself. She holds the fingers that she had been fucking herself with near my face.

"See how wet your mistress' cunt is? You should have felt how tightly it was gripping my fingers, pet."

"May I taste you mistress?" I ask. She holds her fingers up to my lips and I suck on the gently, wrapping my tongue around them, trying to get every last drop of her sweetness off of them. Reaching up, she unties me.

"Do you want to eat me pet?" I nod, of course I do. "Off the bed...Now."

I slide off my bed and kneel in front of her.

"No, no pet. I want you naked first. Strip for your mistress."

Slowly I strip off everything I'm wearing. She watches, eyes surveying me hungrily. I kneel before her again as she scoots to the edge of the bed. I gently put my hands on her knees and spread her legs wide. 

"Now pet...Pleasure your mistress."

She twines her fingers in my hair as I bury my face in her pussy. She moans loudly as I slip my tongue deep into her. My hand creeps up her thigh and my fingers find her clit.

"Oh God that's good pet..." She mumbles as I rub her clit hard. She's close to coming again, I can feel it. Her muscles are tightening and she's panting for air. I flick my tongue against her g-spot gently as her cunt tightens around my tongue.

"Oh fuck pet...I'm coming...." She screams and pushes my face deeper into her throbbing pussy, drenching me with her come. I lap greedily at her sweet nectar, sucking up as much as I can. Mistress collapses back and I crawl onto the bed beside her and curl up. She strokes my hair as I nuzzle her neck. 

"Mm...Good pet," she says sleepily. She looks at me, surveying my body, and her eyes come to rest on my throbbing cock. "Oh dear pet...I've been a horrible mistress, haven't I? I've been getting all the pleasure and ignoring my poor horny pet..." She reaches down and strokes my cock slowly, making me moan. "What shall we do about this problem of yours, pet?"

"You could let your pet fuck you, mistress," I reply, not really hoping for it, she'd already come twice and I don't think she was up for passing out tonight.

"Mm...How does my pet want me?" She smiles and keeps stroking my cock.

I groan softly. "How does my mistress want it?"

She thinks about it and grins playfully. She grabs my hand and drags me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. "How about in there?"

We wait for the water to warm up and I start nibbling and caressing her, teasing her nipples and clit, making her moan softly. We drag each other into the shower, touching and teasing and nibbling each other. I push her up against the wall and grind my cock gently against her clit. She takes my cock in her hands and guides it into her throbbing wet hole. Slowly she lowers herself onto me. I grab onto her ass as she wraps her legs around me and start fucking her slowly. I turn us around and lean back against the wall, letting the water hit her back. She moans low in her throat as I fuck her harder and faster, arching my cock into her g-spot hard. 

Deeper and deeper I thrust into her wet cunt, impaling her on it, grinding my hips against her clit. She moans that she's going to come again as I'm nearing orgasm myself. I shove her against the wall and fuck her hard and fast as she screams and drags her nails down my back. We come together and collapse into the running water, panting. Slowly we gather each other up and clean each other off. After our shower we towel off and drag our asses back to bed where we fall asleep cuddled together, mistress and pet, sharing warmth and closeness.



I Am a Kinky Woman



I am a kinky woman. Funny, when I was growing up I never thought of myself in that way. In fact I considered myself the All American Girl. When I thought of sex, it was always a vision of hearts and romance, lots of kissing, and straight sex in the missionary position, man on top of course. Even something as relatively common as oral sex never crossed my mind. It is only in my late teens that I realized that maybe my sexual tastes did not run to what our society has labeled "normal".

To my surprise I found that I was very interested in urine but it was not until years later that I made the connection between some of my youthful experiences and the interests I have now that developed over the years. When I was eighteen, I had a friend named Melanie. Melly, who was also eighteen, was a gorgeous girl- long curly blonde hair, blue eyes, big full breasts and hips, long well shaped legs. Not to sound conceited but we could have been twins. In any case, I was over Mel's house one evening. Although she was beautiful, Melly was a rebel and at times could be quite a naughty girl. This evening she was lying on her bed looking at T.V. She had on a short blue nighty and no panties. She was not shy with her body at all and did not bother to cover herself.

"Jill", she said, "turn around and take a look at me. I am going to take a piss on my bed and see if it will spray out like a fountain". I was used to Melly pushing the envelope but this time I never believed she would do something that disgusting and messy. But humoring her, I did turn to look.

She had pulled her night gown up and had drawn her legs to her chest and spread them. Melly very fine white blonde hair that was all but invisible, so I could see her pussy, all pink and white, and so open in that position. "Melly, "stop playing; you know you are never going to piss the bed. Not only is it nasty but you will have to sleep in a very wet spot, I know you are too damned lazy to change the bed." Melly started laughing hysterically.

The next thing I knew I heard a hissing sound and as I watched golden pee spurted from that pink place onto the bed covers. To my surprise, although I was laughing with Melly and called her disgusting, I was entranced. I can still see the picture she made. Legs spread, her pink pussy open and all of the wet piss streaming out and yeah it did look like a golden fountain.

The hissing liquid went on for about fifteen seconds and she was finished. It sounded like the hissing tinkly wet noises you hear on a summer morning by the lake as the water tinkles gently down the stream on a bright morning day. 

The bed was soaked. Pee was running down to the floor and everything smelled like the bathroom. Didn't bother Melly though. She was still laughing at me as I was standing there completely shocked. "Jill I am going to take a nap now. You are welcome to stay".

She then turned over in that nasty wet bed and pretty much just went to sleep. I was still pretty surprised at what happened so I just went home. But, I admit that night I masturbated to a soaring orgasm as I pictured that yellow stream and heard again that wet hissing sound. My pee fetish had started.

One other incident with Melly happened and also contributed to my pee fetish. We were in Melly's room and Melly had to go to the bathroom as did I. It may seem strange, but Melly and I always went to the bathroom together even at our own homes. We had started doing that as little girls and it was a habit. One of us would pee while the other fixed her face or we would both be fixing our faces or whatever.

Well this day, Melly had to pee real bad so she would use the toilet first. We get to the bathroom, with Melly complaining she really had to go. I remember she had on black stretch pants, bare feet and a white blouse. We entered the bathroom, "Jill, I am sorry I can't make it to the toilet". I thought she was joking as she was about 2 feet from the bowl. But she was serious.

Melly stopped, spread her legs slightly and began peeing right where she stood. 

At first I did not believe she was actually peeing her pants. She had on black pants so I could not tell at first. But then, that hissing sound was heard and as I watched yellow piss hit the floor. 

I found myself excited by the thought that rather than rush and get to the toilet as well as you could, Melly chose to simply stop and piss her pants calmly.

This time Melly was actually a bit embarrassed about pissing her pants. Maybe because it truly was an accident. She stripped and cleaned the piss up and put on fresh clothes. We never talked about that again.

Yet over the years, the image of Melly on those two occasions stays. I still see her standing there, 2 feet from the toilet and just letting go and standing there as she pissed those black pants.

To this day, I can still see her legs open, all secrets exposed as she peed that beautiful looking liquid on the bed. What a lovely picture or painting that would have made. I sometimes wonder if I think about this so much because it was beautiful or because I really was shocked or if it's really because I wanted to put my mouth on that fountain. 

These two incidents made me realize that I was not into straight sex as much as I thought. I don't mean that I don't like men, I do. I am straight with the ability to have sex and enjoy but to become truly excited, I need more.

In addition to the urine I have enjoyed FemDom where I not only used urine but also scat play, candle wax and whips, dildoes, OK you name it and I have done it. I love directing my own mini-porn films as well.

As I said, I am a kinky woman.



I am a 'Little Nympho'



My names Heather I'm twenty eight years old, married to Doug who is thirty years old and we have had a very satisfactory and enjoyable sex life for the past six years. However my life and experiences in this area have changed since I started an affair with Tony my boss about three months ago. 

During my time with Tony we have taken opportunities to engage in sex whenever possible. This has led him to call me his 'little nympho'as he say's that I am always horny and ready, which, after considering how he has made me feel, is probably quite true and has led to a couple of unusual but exciting occurrences recently.

Two weeks ago it was my twenty-eighth birthday and Tony informed me that he had a special surprise in store. On the Tuesday, the day before my birthday, he told me that the following morning he didn't want me to come into the office but that I should meet him at a hotel in town at nine o'clock. I went home that evening and wondered what he had planned for our day.

The following morning I arrived at the hotel at about five-past nine, a little late, and found Tony in the lounge. We ordered coffee and he asked if I was curious as to why we were meeting so early. I jokingly said that anything was possible knowing him. He told me it was a birthday treat and surprise and that he was testing to see how much of a 'nymph' and how horny I was. I was intrigued and excited by what he'd said but also a little apprehensive. He then showed me a newspaper page with a red circle on it and I read what was inside it. 'October 10th, one day only, 28 year old lady requires gentlemen for company and fun, phone *********** for an appointment.' I was a little amazed and Tony could see the look of surprise on my face. He informed me that it was in fact about me and that he had placed the ad. He'd done it to see what my reaction would be and he told me there'd been quite a good response, which he'd dealt with as my 'agent'. He wanted to know how I felt. I told him I'd been caught unawares but that seeing the ad and knowing there'd been response made me feel quite horny. He wanted to know if I was willing to continue with his plan.

I wanted to know a little more before agreeing to anything and asked Tony to expand on his idea. I was told that he had lined up three appointments for me during the morning. I would meet the selected gentlemen in a room he'd booked at the hotel. I would take the phone (in the ad) up to the room with me and the 'clients' would confirm their appointment with me. I would arrange for them to meet Tony first, in the lounge and he would give them the room number before sending them up. He would then ring me to say they were on their way. It had been made clear to them that I wasn't a call girl or escort and that no financial transaction would take place. I must admit that the more Tony explained the hornier I was getting. I questioned him a little and he admitted it was something he'd like me to do and after a little reflection I decided to go along with it.

Tony was happy and I was excited about what might happen. At about half-past nine he sent me up to room 275 having told me that everything I'd need had been taken care of and that the first appointment was scheduled for ten o'clock. He sent me off telling 'Anna' to enjoy herself as this was to be my name for the morning. I reached room 275 and went in. It was a large room with a king-size bed, separate seating area with sofa and easy chair, a shower room and separate W.C. Laid out on the bed were three outfits one each in red, black and lemon and comprising of bra, panties and matching hold up stockings. They were lying on a white satin robe along with a pack of condoms in a variety of colours. It now really dawned on me what I had agreed to do. I was a little apprehensive but was being driven on by lustful thoughts which increased my state of randiness and I thought that perhaps Tony was right about me being a 'little nympho'. I got myself undressed and selected the lemon outfit, just putting it on increased my horniness. I tidied everything into drawers and the wardrobe, put on the robe, sat in the easy chair and awaited a phone call.

I jumped a little as the mobile rang and I answered it a little nervously "Hello."

"Hello. Is that Anna?"

"Yes," I answered hesitantly, I wasn't used to answering to Anna.

"Hi. My names Rob and I've made an arrangement with Tony to visit you at ten. Is it still O.K?"

"Yes that's fine. You'll find Tony in the far corner of the lounge. He's wearing a pink shirt and will be working on his laptop. He'll give you my room number."

"That's great. I'm looking forward to meeting you."

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll see you soon." I pressed the end call button. It was now all happening and I was feeling a little nervous but very excited at the same time. Shortly after the phone rang again and I answered "Yes."

"Anna Rob's on his way up," came Tony's voice. Then the phone fell silent.

I stood up and ensured that I looked alright and that my robe was closed. Eventually there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and walked towards it "Yes! Who's there?" I questioned.

"It's Rob to see Anna," came the reply. I turned the door handle and opened it.

"Hi Rob, come in," I said as he walked into the room. I closed the door behind him and followed into the room. "You found me then, no trouble?"

"Not at all. Tony gave me your room number and here I am."

"Here, take off your jacket and sit down, make yourself comfortable," I continued as he removed his coat and moved to sit on the sofa. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked.

"No nothing for me," he replied. "You certainly look as good as Tony said you would."

"Thank you," I replied.

"I'd hope to see a lot more of you," he carried on.

"I'm sure we can arrange that. Would you like to go to the bathroom to get ready?" I suggested.

"That's a good idea," he said as he stood up.

"It's the second door," I directed and I heard the door close behind him. He was certainly a good looking guy and around about my age I guessed. I removed my robe and shortly afterwards Rob emerged wearing only his black boxer briefs.

"Wow! Just like a lemon sherbet one of my favourite sweets," he commented on seeing me.

"You approve then?"

"Oh yes!"

"Where do you want to begin? In here or on the bed?"

"I'd like to undress you then take you to bed."

"Be my guest." Rob came over and stood behind me. He unclasped my bra and eased it off before he reached round and cupped my boobs. 

"Lovely firm tits and hard little nipples," he commented as he squeezed my boobs and nipples. He then moved round in front of me, lowered his head and sucked and licked my nipples. I felt his hands slip inside my panties, at the back, and he gently kneaded each buttock before moving his hands down, whilst squatting in front of me, slipping my panties downwards over my legs to my ankles before I stepped out of them. "Nice trimmed pussy, I'd like to take a closer look," he said taking my hand and leading me to the bed. He sat me on the edge before easing me on to my back. Kneeling down on the floor he used his hands to ease my legs open. I assisted him, ensuring I was spread wide, allowing access to his head and more importantly his tongue. He started to give me a very good oral seeing to probing into my love hole and licking my slit and clit.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" I enquired.

"I'd love you to," he replied, standing up and removing his briefs. I could see that he had a good looking, slightly above average sized, circumcised cock, even in its flaccid state. "If I lie down you can get on top and we can 69," he suggested. He lay on his back and I followed his instruction straddling my pussy over his mouth and began to lick up and down his cock. I took the head into my mouth with my hand around his shaft and I could slowly feel him swelling and becoming hard. He continued licking and probing my pussy and I took more of his length into my mouth whilst tonguing him. As well as concentrating on my pussy he'd started to rim me, circling my puckered hole and probing. He returned to work on my clit, licking it and sucking it into his mouth. I knew I was satisfying him with my mouth and tongue as he was groaning in time to my actions. I knew that I was moaning my pleasure with the attention I was getting and it seemed to encourage him to sex me up even more. 

I could feel a wonderful sensation building inside me. "If you continue like that you're going to make me come," I said, having released his cock from my mouth. He decided not to stop and I was soon giving up my pussy juice for him to taste and savour as he brought me to a juddering orgasm.

"Mmmm you taste so good," he said after I'd stopped shaking. "You're good and wet now and ready to be fucked."

"Would you like me to rubber you up?" I enquired.

"That would be nice," he replied.

"Any particular colour," I asked jokingly as I rolled off him. 

"No you choose." I opened the bedside drawer and took put luck in taking out the first foil I could reach. I edged back towards him. I opened the packet taking the pink condom out carefully before stretching it over his cock head and rolling it down his still erect shaft. "Expertly done, you're obviously well practiced in the technique," he said light-heartedly. 

"How do you want me?" I said as teasingly as I could.

"I'd like to have you in missionary, to start," he answered. I moved up the bed and lying on my back, with my head resting on the pillow, I pulled my legs up whilst opening them as wide as possible signalling my readiness to have him take me. Rob repositioned himself kneeling between my legs. He hooked his arms under the backs of my knees, lifted my legs up until my calves were resting on his shoulders. I felt deliciously open and vulnerable like this and it felt wonderful when Rob eased his cock into my love hole. I was so wet and he easily worked himself up me until he was balls deep. "Anna you've got such a tight little coochie. It feels so good," he commented.

"It feels pretty good to me as well," I responded. I grabbed hold of his upper arms as he began slowly thrusting in and out of me. His incredibly deep thrusting was exciting me and being face-to-face meant we could nibble on each other's mouths which led to some deep kissing with tongues. I didn't think when I was considering taking part in Tony's plan, that I would be kissing any of my appointments but it seemed the natural thing to do given the pleasure that Rob was giving me. He just knew where and when to thrust and he had me moaning and purring to his strokes.

"How does that feel?" he asked after some time.

"Rob you're fucking me so good," I replied in between groans of satisfaction.

After shafting me some more he slipped his cock out of me. "I'd like you from behind, lets do you doggy" he said as he moved away. I rolled over on to my stomach and eventually got on all fours. Ron knelt directly behind me and fed his cock into me once more before starting to pump me again. He was holding my hips firmly as he controlled his thrusts perfectly. After a while I felt his hand between my shoulder blades pushing down gently. I knew what he wanted and I lowered my chest so that it was resting on the bed with my face to one side. He reached under me with his hand and his fingers located my clit and at the same time he started stroking harder but not quicker. The combination of his clit play and thrusting soon had me climaxing again. My legs were weakening and I slowly lowered myself to lay full length on my tummy with Ron still inside me. He started to pick up the pace of his thrusting and I soon felt and heard him shooting his load as he let out a long sigh and I felt his cock twitching inside me. 

He collapsed on top of me and we lay there without moving for a little while. His cock slipped out of me as it slowly softened and he rolled off me. I moved on to my side, reached down, and removed the condom. We were both looking at it as I squeezed the contents into the tip. "That's a good load you've released," I commented.

"You certainly helped. Thank you."

"No! Thank you," I continued. "You certainly serviced me well." We both gave a little chuckle.

"Looks like were both satisfied with our mornings work."

"I'd agree with that," I concurred. "Would you like a shower?" "That sounds good," he replied as he got up and made his way to the bathroom. I heard the shower come on and I got off the bed and put on my robe. Rob had a quick splash and was soon back in the bedroom fully dressed. 

"Refreshed?" I asked

"Very much," he answered as he put on his jacket. "I hope I can play with you again sometime," he said hopefully.

"That would be nice," I replied. "But you'll need Tony's permission if you're to have me again." 

"Is he your husband then?"

"No my husband doesn't know. Tony's my boyfriend and boss."

"You are a naughty one," he said rather cheekily. "Talking of naughty, I know you enjoyed being rimmed but do you take anal?"

"I do when the situations right," I explained. "Your cocks about the limit of size I'd take and you handled me nicely today so it wouldn't be a problem, but you'd need Tony's agreement, you've got the number."

"I certainly have. .....................thanks again," he said as he opened the door and went out into the corridor. 

As I closed the door behind him I thought about what I'd just done and realised there was more to come. It was five past eleven and I knew my second appointment was due in twenty five minutes. I removed my yellow hold-ups, picked up the bra and panties from the floor and stuffed them in a draw before taking a quick shower and getting dressed, in red this time. I put on the robe and waited for my next call.

Eventually the phone rang into life and I answered. "Hello."

"Err hello. Is that Anna?" a voice said, rather nervously

"Yes this is Anna," I responded.

"Oh good. I've got an appointment with you at eleven thirty."

"And you are?"

"Oh yes my names Jeremy."

"O.K. then Jeremy, you'll have to meet with Tony before you come and see me."

"Is he at the hotel?"

"Yes you'll find him in the far corner of the lounge"

"How will I recognise him?" Jeremy's anxious voice cut in.

"Don't worry you can't miss him he's wearing a pink shirt and will be working on his laptop"

"Yes I think I can see him."

"You're at the hotel already?"

"Yes. I didn't want to be late."

"Well go over and introduce yourself, he's expecting you and he'll give you my room number."

"O.K. then."

"See you soon," I concluded and terminated the call. It wasn't long before the phone rang again and I answered.

"Hi Anna, Jeremy's on his way. Oh! Don't worry he is eighteen," was all that Tony said before hanging up. I was now curious and apprehensive, at the same time, from what he'd said. It seemed considerably longer between Tony's call and the knock on the door this time. 

I went to the door. "Yes who's there?" I asked.

"It's Jeremy," came a faint voice from outside. 

I opened the door. "Hi Jeremy I'm Anna. Come in," I beckoned. I closed the door behind us and followed a fresh faced young man, who looked no more than sixteen, into the room. "Why don't you take a seat," I continued and Jeremy sat down rather hesitantly and perched on the edge of the easy chair. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of water would be nice," he replied. I went to the mini-bar, took out fizzy water and poured him a glass. When I passed him the glass I could clearly see that his hand was shaking as he took it off me.

"Don't worry Jeremy or can I call you Jerry?" I said.

"No Jerry's fine," he replied.

"So Jerry just relax," I went on, taking a seat on the arm of the chair next to him. "Were both here to have an enjoyable time," I continued as I placed my arm around his neck and massaged his earlobe between my thumb and fore-finger. "Are you game then," I asked him.

"Yes," he responded with still an anxious tone.

"If you stand up we can start to get you feeling a little more comfortable," I suggested. I didn't know how exactly I was going to deal with him as he was obviously very inexperienced. "If you get out of those clothes and I lose my robe I'm sure we'll both feel a little more chilled out," I said light-heartedly trying to reassure him. He took my advice and undressed down to his boxer shorts. I'd removed my robe and was in bra and panties. I approached him and I gave him a hug and cuddle stroking my hands on his back and buttocks. He responded like-wise to me. "Why don't you remove my bra," I whispered in his ear. He unclasped it easily and removed it. He stood in front of me looking at my boobs, before reaching out and gently squeezing each one. "You can remove my panties next," I informed him. With a very light touch his fingers slipped into my waistband and slowly eased them down until, after a little shimmy from me , they were around my ankles and I stepped out of them. "My turn now," I said teasingly trying to maintain a relaxed air. I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down to his knees before letting them fall and he was soon out of them. "What a lovely cock," I said encouragingly. "Mmm nice and long and you're un-cut, my favourite." He smiled and gave out a little giggle. I think he was starting to loosen up a little. My comments were not just for his benefit; his cock did look good and was a good bit longer than average. I was surprised that he was still flaccid given his nervousness or was it because of it, were we going to have a problem. "Ready to play? Let's go to bed," I said taking his hand and leading him across the room.

We lay down facing each other. I leaned towards him and our lips met. I'd expected him to be quite uncontrolled when we kissed but he was measured and calm as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and played it around. I then felt his hand working its way between my legs, again in an unhurried way. I signalled my approval of his actions by slowly spreading open for him. He moved his body slightly lower so that he could observe what he was doing and view my open pussy. He may have been inexperienced but his touch was delicate and extremely arousing. "Do you like it?" I asked as he couldn't take his eyes away from sex.

"Yes, it looks fantastic. It's all pink and shiny."

"Would you like to taste me?"

"Can I?"

"Please do." He lowered his head and I soon felt his tongue running along my slit. He may not have been practiced but his intuition served him well. He was responding to all the little signals my body was sending out. My quiet moans of pleasure and slight twitching. Without any instruction he found my love hole and explored it with his tongue. He also discovered my clit and the effect he could have by licking and sucking it. "Jerry that feels wonderful" I said after some time. "But now I want to play with your cock," I told him. I got him on to his back and knelt alongside him. I wrapped my hand around his now semi-erect tool and slowly pulled his foreskin back, an act that always excites me whenever I do it, revealing his purple head. I stuck out my tongue and licked it all over. Jerry let out a subdued groan and I knew he liked it. I then took him fully into my mouth as he quickly hardened. He was long enough to touch the back of my throat, bliss. I was taking it very gently as I didn't know how long he would last. I then took him out of my mouth and slowly stroked him with my hand working his foreskin backwards and forwards over the head. I held a firm grip and eventually a small quantity of pre-cum oozed out of the eye. I bent down and licked it off. "Mmmm someone tastes good," I said giving him a big smile of approval. "Your cocks good and ready for fucking me now, are you going to?"

"Of course I am."




I am a 'Little Nympho'



"Let's get you protected then," I said leaning over, opening the drawer and taking out a foil. "Do you want to do it?"

"No you can put it on if you like." 

I opened the packet and removed the rubber. "It's a nice green one," I said jokingly. "You'll be just like a cucumber." He laughed as I stretched it over him and rolled it down. I decided to take control and lay down on my back encouraging him between my legs to take me in missionary. I didn't want to be too adventurous with him. Jerry slowly eased his cock into me and it felt good going in quite deep. He started to slide in and out of me and gradually increased his pace but abruptly slowed down. He did this a good few times and I guess he was trying to control himself and avoid cumming too soon. "Let's have a little break," I suggested and Jeremy obviously agreed as he slipped out of me. He was now lying on his side next to me. "Have you got a girlfriend?" I asked him.

"Not at the moment," he replied. "But I have had sex before," he blurted out. "But not like this," he added sheepishly.

"Well you've nothing to be embarrassed about," I told him. "If you eat pussy like that every time no woman will be able to complain."

"Are you sure," he replied.

"Positive and as I've already told you your cock's fine with an excellent length, and your juice is pretty tasty as well." 

"Thank you, you taste good as well. I can't believe your husband lets you do this."

"He doesn't."

"But what about Tony?"

"Oh Tony's not my husband. I am married but Tony's only my boyfriend as well as being my boss who gets to fuck me. Talking of fucking do you fancy giving me some more of that lovely cock?" I got on to my knees and I directed Jerry behind me so he could do me doggy. It certainly felt good but he had to keep slowing when he speeded up and I knew he wasn't going to bring me off. After a little while I slipped off his cock and lay down again and he joined me. He was lying on his back and I removed the condom and started giving him a hand job. I built him up and when I felt he was ready to finish I applied pressure at the base of his shaft holding back his gratification. Each time I did I smiled, teasingly, and he laughed in-between his groans of pleasure. Eventually I decided it wasn't time to stop and continued jacking him until he exploded with four or five spurts of juice all over his chest. "Ooooh! What a huge amount of spunk, so thick and white, your balls are obviously good producers."

"Anna that was so good I feel as though my brains have been blown out," Jerry said after recovering his composure.

"It was my pleasure," I told him. "Why don't you go and have a shower and clean yourself up," I suggested. Jerry got up went to the bathroom and took a shower. He came back into the room and started to dress. I had covered up with my robe. "Feeling good?" 

"Really good, thanks to you."

"Can I give you some advice?"

"Go on."

"What you need to do is find yourself a nice girlfriend who's happy to let you fuck her as often as you can."

"I know. You're right and I'm more confident now thanks to you." "Good I'm just glad I could help." 

Jerry had finished dressing. "Thanks again," he said as he approached the door and exited the room. When he'd gone I realised that I'd enjoyed my time helping Jerry even though he hadn't made me cum. I returned to the shower, after tidying my undies away again, to prepare for my next appointment.

This time I had a black outfit on under my robe. I hadn't realised the time when the phone rang again surprising me a little, but I was ready. I pressed the answer button. "Hello how can I help you?"

"Hello."

"Is that Anna?"

"Yes it is."

"Ah! Good afternoon my names Errol. I've had discussions with Tony and made an arrangement to visit you at one-thirty today. Is that still O.K?"

"Yes that's fine. You will have to make contact with Tony first and you'll find him in the corner of the hotel lounge, probably working on his lap top. If you introduce yourself to him he will give you my room number."

"Very well, I'm sure I'll find him and I look forward to meeting you."

"Looking forward to meeting you as well," I said before terminating the call. Errol sounded extremely polite and very confident compared to Jerry. 

I waited a little while for Tony's call. Eventually the phone rang and I answered it. "Errol's on his way up."

"Thank you," I replied as the phone call ended. I didn't have long to wait before there was a knock on the door. "Hello," I said as I approached the door.

"Hello it's Errol for Anna. Tony sent me," came the reply.

I opened the door and could see a very smartly dressed good looking and distinguished black man with greying hair. I immediately put him at about mid to late fifties in age. "Errol, I'm Anna come on in." He walked in and I closed the door behind us.

"It's nice to meet you at last Anna," Errol said whilst standing in the middle of the room.

"Likewise," I responded. "Take a seat."

"Do you mind if I take my jacket off?"

"Not at all. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink?" I offered."

"No nothing for me," he replied as he removed his coat and sat down on the sofa. "Come over here so I can get a good look at you," he requested as he motioned for me to stand in front of him. "You certainly look and smell terrific," he continued.

"Well thank you, we do our best," I replied jokingly.

"Let's see what else you've got for Errol," he said as he loosened the tie of my robe and it fell open. I let it slip of my shoulders and fall to the floor. "Oh yes very nice. I like a woman in black," he said. "Turn around." I did as requested, standing with my back to him. "What a pretty pert little bum, that is nice," he commented. I heard him getting up off the sofa and knew he was standing behind me. "I'm going to strip you, if that's O.K?"

"Be my guest," I replied. I felt his fingers unclasping my bra and he worked it off my shoulders and arms and let it drop to the floor. He reached round and cupped my boobs, one in each hand. He kneaded them gently before squeezing each nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Wonderful firm little tits," he remarked. "Are you excited?"

"A little," I responded.

"Mmm I thought so, such hard little nipples," he said in explanation. He continued massaging them whilst nuzzling and lightly kissing my neck. I felt his hands move lower as he softly ran his fingers over my stomach. "Now for your panties," he whispered in my ear. He reached his hands down and into the waistband continuing effortlessly with a downward movement until they were sliding towards my knees and on to my ankles. I stepped out of them leaving them on the floor. "Anna part your legs for me. That's it spread just a little more," he said considerately with a sexy tone to his voice. He was now standing next to me facing the opposite way. "Bend over, that's it." I felt his hands on my buttocks as he spread my cheeks. "What a beautiful little bum hole and slit, and both so pink. You're glistening; I think your pussy's moist already." He took my hand and helped me straighten up. "Go and make yourself comfortable on the bed and I'll join you once I've undressed."

I made my way over to the bed and lay on my back; my head propped up by pillows, and watched Errol. He took his time divesting himself of his clothing, meticulously hanging up his shirt, jacket and trousers. He was eventually down to his white briefs and he slipped them off facing me. From what I saw Errol was the epitome of everyone's fantasy of a black man having a very sizeable cock, both in length and girth, which swung freely in its flaccid state as he walked towards the bed. He scrambled up and lay on his side alongside me. "You are a very pretty lady with a gorgeous body," he said as he stroked my hair. Then very slowly he lowered his head and pecked me two or three times on the lips before our mouths joined and our tongues started entwining themselves and exploring each others orifice's. It was not a mad frantic kissing but was gentle and measured. 

Eventually our mouths parted. "I think I'm going to enjoy fucking you," Errol commented. "But we need to get you ready first." He got off the bed and stood at the foot. He leaned forward, caught hold of my ankles and gently dragged me, on my back, towards him. My bottom was right on the edge and he bent my legs up and either side of me as he dropped to his knees on the floor. I was now wide open to his gaze and actions. He used his hands to pull my pussy lips open and then I felt the warmth of his tongue as he licked along my slit very lightly. "Anna you taste terrific," he said before returning to his oral ministrations. Errol was obviously well practiced in the art of pleasing a woman, there was no rush and everything was done to elicit maximum pleasure. He started to tongue my love hole, skilfully probing inside as far as he could. He was able to make his tongue quite hard to achieve this. I knew I was already juicing up nicely for him. 

After a short while he turned his attention to my other hole giving me the best rimming I've ever had. I then felt him circling his thumb around my now saliva coated ring before gently pushing it inside me. He looked at me as if seeking reassurance. I smiled at him signalling my approval of his actions. He smiled back and slowly started twisting his thumb round in my hole before beginning to work it in and out. He removed his thumb and started rubbing his middle finger over my hole. He looked into my eyes once again before pushing it all the way into me. I gave a sigh and moan of pleasure which he took as a signal to begin finger fucking me. It felt so good and he continued for a little while. "Can you take a second finger?" he asked.

"Not without lube," I answered rather adamantly.

"I understand," he continued. "You are very tight in there. Doe's your little bum hole take cock? He enquired.

"It does, but never one as large as yours," I replied nervously.

"Is that so? If you were opened up properly, nice and slow, then you could take it I'm sure," he suggested. "But perhaps not today," he added light-heartedly. He withdrew his finger and rimmed me a little more before returning his tongue action to my love hole and slit. I gave out an involuntary jolt and shuddered a little when he eventually licked over my clit for the first time. He then sucked it into his mouth which was heaven. "Your clits nicely hard and erect," he said after releasing it. "I wonder if we can tempt it out of its hood." I felt his fingers working either side of my nub. "Yes, there it is," he observed. I nearly shot through the roof with the intensity of feeling when he licked over my exposed button. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued lightly licking until he caused my whole body to shake as I climaxed hard and was screaming my pleasure.

"Ooooh! That was unbelievable," I said after recovering my composure. "You lovely man."

"You seemed to enjoy it. You came so hard your juice has soaked the bed."

"I know. I've never come like that before." 

"We'll have to see if we can fuck some more cum out of you," Errol suggested.

"I'd like that."

"You'll have to make sure I'm up for the job first," he suggested. I was now sitting on the edge of the bed and Errol was now on his feet in front of me. I had my first close up view of his circumcised cock. It was an incredible looking beast so fat and long with a huge cock head. I reached out my hands and wrapped them around his shaft. They could only just close around his girth and he was still flaccid. This was certainly the largest cock I'd ever encountered. I started to stroke him with one hand whilst the other took the measure of his large heavy balls, gently squeezing and rolling them. I looked up at Errol and he smiled down at me. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and ran it all over his cock head until it was shimmering with my spit. I eased it into my mouth; it was a tight fit, before withdrawing it. "Just take as much as you're comfortable with," Errol instructed. "We'll leave swallowing it all to your pussy," he added. It was a slow process but I was soon at ease with his erect head and about a quarter of an inch of shaft in my mouth. I concentrated on teasing and tonguing the head concentrating on the corona and especially the fraenulum which he particularly liked given the groans of satisfaction it produced. 

"I think you're ready for action," I suggested after a little while, as I released his cock from my mouth. "Let's rubber you up."

"Do you mind if I use my own?" he requested, "They're a comfortable fit."

"Not at all."

"Why don't you kneel at the edge of the bed? We can start you off in doggy," he said as he went to the wardrobe and took some foils out of his jacket pocket. He returned to the side of the bed placed them on the bedside cabinet, took one and opened it. It took only seconds for the sheath to be rolled onto his cock creating a thick black shinning tool. He moved and was now standing behind me at the foot of the bed. I felt his hand parting my pussy and a finger being inserted in my love hole. "You're nice and wet," he commented. 

"Sucking cock always makes me juicy," I replied. He withdrew his finger and his hand held me open. I felt his cock head nuzzling at the entrance to my hole and then the feeling of being slowly stretched as he eased it inside me.

"You've taken my head, are you O.K?"

"Mmm. I want all of you." He pushed slowly and gently in stages.

"That's all of me...............Your cunt is so tight, you feel so good," he informed me. 

"Oooh! It feels like your cocks in my tummy............... I've never felt so full......... Please fuck me?" Errol needed no further bidding as he began slowly sliding his cock in and out of me, long deep strokes. This was really something else being pumped slowly by a big cock. I knew I was moaning and sighing and Errol was responding to every action and movement that stimulated me by trying to repeat it. I was being given a fantastically pleasurable screwing. Errol began to increase the pace and force of his humping heightening further my sexual delight. I felt that wonderful feeling building inside me as he continued his fast tempo. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I screamed as Errol drove me into a shaking orgasm. My knees buckled and I slumped forward as I slipped off his wonderful cock.

"Anna was that good?" he asked after a short while.

"Good! It was amazing," I replied, still recovering.

"Well we succeeded in fucking more cum out of you, just like we wanted. Would you like to sit on my cock?" he asked.

"I'd love to," I responded.

He gave me a gentle smack on my bum. "Come with me then." I shuffled off the bed and he took my hand leading me towards the easy chair. He sat down and I moved forwards and knelt either side of his legs. He was holding his still erect cock and raising myself up I positioned him at the entrance to my love hole. I then lowered myself carefully and nervously on to his meat. He slid in quite effortlessly considering how tight my cunt was around him, but I was very wet for him. 

"Mmmm that's so good," I said as I reached full penetration. I stayed there without moving savouring the delights of being totally filled. I then started a gentle rocking, stimulating my clit against the hairy base of his cock. It was so relaxing being held close by Errol whilst marvellous feelings of pleasure were being generated in my pussy. He then sat me up and slowly teased each boob and nipple with his mouth and tongue before pulling my head gently towards him and kissing. Our tongues were exploring and mingling as I felt his hands on my bum cheeks encouraging me to slide up and down on his pole. I responded and was soon taking full strokes of his cock, nearly all the way out then so deeply back in.

"Why don't you turn round," he suggested. He kept his cock inside me as he assisted me to change direction. I now had my feet on the floor. "Fuck my cock hard," he requested and I was now able to ride him with more power and force. My pleasure was greatly increased when he inserted his thumb into my bum hole and began using his other hand to play with my clit. I couldn't hold back any longer and found myself cumming hard once again. As my excitement subsided I realised he was still inside me and still hard. I couldn't believe it.

"Don't you ever soften?" I said inquisitively.

"Only once I've cum," he replied laughing. "But I want you some more," he continued. He encouraged me off his cock, and stood me up. 

With that the mobile phone rang, it was on the coffee table next to the chair. I picked it up. "Hello." I answered.

"Hi It's Tony are you alright as I've not seen Errol leave yet."

"Don't worry I'm fine it's just that he's not finished doing me yet." 

"You're sure you're O.K. as it's been some time."

"I'm all right and being seen to very well."

"I'll ring when Errol leaves then." I switched off.

"Just Tony checking on me." I put the phone down. "You said you wanted more?" He walked me over to the writing desk. He lifted me to sit on it facing him. He then lifted my legs up over his shoulders before steering his meat back inside me. He clasped his arms behind my back and pulled me close to him squeezing my boobs into his chest. I had my hands behind his neck, for balance as he started to fuck me once more. He alternated his rhythm between slow and gentle and quick and hard thrusting deeply. I couldn't believe it as the feeling in my stomach began to swell again and I was cumming for the fourth time.

"Go on Anna cum again! Cum again!" Errol shouted in encouragement. His mouth met mine and we hand a long passionate kiss. "Look at that," he said as we parted and he pulled his cock out. "You can see your cum on the table top." As I lowered my legs and stood up I could see a little pool of glistening liquid.

"Would you like to milk me now?" Errol enquired.

"I'd love to," I replied getting to my knees in front of him. I removed the condom from him and began licking and sucking his cock.

"I'd like to complete in your mouth and have you swallow it for me," Errol requested.

"That's no problem," I responded and continued my sucking and licking whilst stroking him and playing with his balls. He then took over stroking his cock until I felt him twitch and fire two loads into my mouth.

"Keep me in your mouth," he instructed whilst continuing to jack himself. His cock jerked again and I felt several more warm jets of liquid entering my mouth. He certainly came in quantity and his sperm was thick and tasty.

"Mmmmm that was so good," I remarked in appreciation of his load as his slowly softening cock left my mouth.

"I agree," he continued. "Come and lie down," he said taking my hand and leading me to bed. We said nothing as he lay on his back and I snuggled next to him with my head on his chest. He was gently stroking my hair and was the first to break the silence. "Anna you are one horny woman and a tremendous fuck."

"Thank you," I responded. "It was a pleasure to have you and to take your cock, I've not experienced anything like it before."

"I'm glad that I could be of service and pleased that Tony arranged it. Is he your husband?" 

"No he's my boss who's recently become a fuck buddy."

"I don't know what's up with bosses these days. I've recently started to sex Sue my secretary. Does Tony farm you out often?"

"No this is the first time, but not the last I hope, especially if he arranges more cock like yours."

"Am I the only one?"

"No you're my third today, by far the best and the only one whose spunk I've taken."

"Is that so? Did you like it?"

"Mmmm, it was tasty and lots of it."

"Did you like it enough to take more?"




I am a 'Little Nympho'



"What! Today?"

"Well we'd have to fuck you some more to pump it up. But yes."

"In that case you'd better have me then."

"I knew you were horny," Errol said reaching over for a foil.

He got me up off the bed and I followed him as led me to stand in front of a wall. "Spread your legs, that's it nice and wide. Now lean forward and support yourself on the wall." I did as instructed whilst Errol stood behind me. He'd been jacking himself and I reached back and took over. He became hard quickly and he rubbered up. He slowly eased his cock back inside and started stroking in and out of me once again. The force of his fucking kept me standing on tip toe and he fucked me for some time. He then straightened me up and with his hands under my thighs he lifted me up. I leant back, my hands behind his neck and he carried me back to bed. He was still inside me as he laid me on my stomach and he proceeded to grind his cock into me. "Are you going to cum for me again?"

"I want to but I don't know if I can," I replied. He eased his hand under me and located my clit. He worked on it slowly whilst grinding me and it wasn't long before I was cumming again. Not the explosive climax I'd experienced previously but a long drawn out orgasm that seemed to last for ages as he continued grinding. He lifted himself up and out of me rolling on to his back. I moved down and started sucking his dick. I worked my hand on his shaft whilst massaging his balls. He was starting to moan a little louder and I increased the pace of my jacking until he gave a long sigh and filled my mouth with his cream. It was warm, thick and tasted wonderful. I eventually swallowed it all down feeling very satisfied that I had milked him on my own this time.

We both lay still for a while before Errol moved off the bed. "I'll take a shower," he said making his way to the bathroom. I heard the water running as he washed himself. He eventually emerged, with a towel round his waist and began drying his hair with the dryer. I hadn't moved and was still lying naked on the bed. "You look so contented there," he commented as he began getting dressed.

"I am," I replied lethargically. "You've fucked me to a standstill."

"Me and the other two guys," he joked.

"No you're the one who's drained me of my juice."

"Am I now? Well it was a real pleasure to pump it out of you. You're certainly a lady who loves taking cock," he said as he continued dressing. "Can I just tell you I meant it when I told you earlier that you have a gorgeous little bum hole and I'd love to fuck it for you."

"I know you would, but your size," I said jokingly but with a serious message.

"If you were prepared and opened up properly and with your obvious liking for cock I'm sure you'd enjoy it. Sue was a virtual anal virgin but now takes me about once a month, and it's always at her request."

"Does she now?"

"Yes. But we had to take it slow. It took a whole morning of gentle playing, both anal and pussy play, to get her nicely stretched and relaxed. Tony's got my number so if you want me to 'tutor' you and if he's willing then get in touch or if you just want to be fucked again then that's fine," he continued as he finished dressing. As he put on his jacket I got off the bed. Errol approached me and gave me a kiss "Thank you," he said before making his way to the door.

"Thank you," I responded as he opened the door and walked out into the corridor. I closed the door behind him before returning into the room. I collected the robe, bra and panties from off the floor and put them on the bed. It was now that I had time on my own to think about the morning, I certainly felt very well fucked. Moments later the phone rang and I picked it up. "That's all your appointments for today Anna," Tony informed me "Get yourself ready and meet me in the bar. There's a small flight bag in the wardrobe for all your bits," he continued before ending the call. I put the phone down and went to the bathroom. I switched on the shower and stepped in, it certainly felt invigorating. As I soaped myself and ran my hands over my breasts I realised how horny and randy I still felt. Perhaps Tony was right and I am a little 'nympho' after all I thought. I completed my ablutions, dried off, went and dried my hair and got dressed. I placed my lingerie along with the un-used condoms in the bag before leaving the room.

I could see Tony sitting by the bar and walked over and joined him. "Hi baby, what can I get you to drink?"

"I'd love a nice long Mojito," I replied.

"Sit here," he said indicating the bar stool next to him as he ordered for me. "You've had a long morning ........... enjoyable I hope?"

"Very," I responded.

"Good you can tell me all about it in the car." We drank our drinks, talking about them and people in the bar. "There's one last thing to do, you need to settle the bill for the room, here's my card," Tony said as we finished.

I walked over to reception. "I'd like to settle up for room 275," I said to the young female receptionist.

"That's fine Anna, the bills ready for you," she replied. Tony had obviously let her know my name. I took a moment to look at the bill before tendering Tony's card. "I hope everything was satisfactory," the receptionist continued. "Just enter your PIN." I entered Tony's number. "You had plenty of towels?" she enquired.

"Yes fine," I replied as the card machine clicked away.

"The bed was comfortable and to your liking?"

"Yes, very comfortable," was all I could think of in reply. I was wondering how much she knew about what I'd been up to.

"Your card and receipt," she said handing it to me. "Hope we can be off service again," she concluded as I walked over to Tony.

"All settled?" Tony asked before we exited the hotel and made our way to Tony's car. Once in the car I had to describe my morning to him. It was quite an erotic experience regaling all the details to him. He also informed me that Fiona, the receptionist knew what I was doing and watched each of the guys leaving Tony to visit me. Tony drove us to a quiet spot close to some woods. I ended up sucking him off and he shot the largest load I've ever had off him whilst he licked and fingered me to orgasm before eventually taking me home. That night Doug also had me which brought to an end an unforgettable day. Tony has also informed me that he has plans for more surprises for his little 'nympho'.



I Am A Lover Not A Fighter



In 'real' world history they categorize it by every 100,000 years: before they adapted to this planets' time-light schedule and yearly rotation, before the planet became a part of the non-conforming dissidents who oppose the Texas (Beute) Federal Space Government; 100,000 years was only 1000 years (we refer to it as the Green Earth). The standard came from a planet that is 84 times the size of Jupiter in a far away place. In an effort to catch and or confuse any visiting TSG officials that might happen upon this lowly planet, we like to call the Blue Earth, the so called 'anti-federalist's' started faking history and miss portraying the facts of life here on this planet. 

They had ulterior motive; and still do. They have kidnapped some very important officials from the TSG and are being held accountable for it. They even try sending faked replacements in their places when these officials presences are requested (the anti-federalists are asked to send the hi-jacked officials off the planet to solve the 'difficult situation' peacefully); the anti-federalists have tried sending clones and even look a likes too trying to 'sneak' someone out. 

It's funny because on this planet to say the word Vampire is taboo; but over half the population has been bitten and or installed with a computer chip that gives a human access to their inner-brain that gives them so called super-human powers. The oldest so called 'militia fighters' against the TSG decided the best way to keep track of the general populations and the history involved is to use a scale of time... Was BC the first time civilization recorded dates and times? Yea; bullshit. So anyways; they classify and tag people by there dates they were installed or bitten and basically enslave them to fake economies where they will work forever and gain nothing but ignorance, debt, and long hours away from their families if they are lucky enough not to have had their family already mined and raped. You know that song; "if you want to be happy for the rest of you life, never make a pretty woman your wife..."

It's ironic; the so called anti-federalists are fighting against the TSG because they were and still are using such uncivilized and boorish population control tactics that are specifically used by pimps and slave traders. They are the dieing remains of an entire gang, that was spread out over an entire Quasar, that got herded into this lowly corner of the Quasar where they 'thought' they had more friends and places of refuge; but it was a trap for them. They got caught and are now ready to die before they will put down the reins, reconnect the kidnapped TSG officials, and let them off the planet.

They would have killed these officials already, but they can't. The TSG has a patented 'regenerator' technology that will allow a person to even be thrown into a volcano and still live. The volcano would just burn any controller circuits and or other nefarious items implanted into the body. A human with a regenerator and a computer chip installed is just as dangerous as the top 60 to 90 percent of Vampires or other worldly creatures. It is funny because they decided to make their stand against the TSG here on one of the oldest prison planets in the Quasar unknowingly; aren't any one or thing that is 'sneaking' off the planet. 

And here is where the story starts to get interesting. There is this guy; he goes by the name of Texas; he is the founder of the TSG. He is the one who ultimately authorizes whether or not the planet, galaxy, universe, quasar, or quark will get funded. There is a long line in the chain of command; but Texas is one fast guy and he is also very rich. He comes from the original bloodline of the Family of the Order; he has been living for longer than most normal people used to such things as vampires, super-humans, and other creatures can imagine. He actually funds the TSG out of his own pocket; that way if the ruling or governing body is responsible and adheres to the minimal Federal Standards then he doesn't have to work as hard and gets more time to 'hang out with his family'. It is a very interesting setup. 

Needless to say; a guy like Texas has wives and girlfriends beyond most people's wildest dreams. For instance; during the time period while 'herding' the slave traders, crooked ogditioners (The science of 'foretelling' future events, a very crude example would be Nostradamus.) and misguided anti-federalists to this edge of the quasar he had to pick up the agents he had used while busting up the 'rings of corruption' that would just scatter if there was no unified force to make them 'turn tail and run'. These FBI agents were actually of the age of girls that these groups were pimping and selling; that is why the crooks network of organization was so easily disrupted. 

Most of these girls were of legal age. Super sexy catholic school girl uniform wearing cheerleading bodied girls that would make your eyes pop it would hurt your head so bad from watching; an instant hard on to say the least. More than one guy has looked at one of my agents and just cum in their pants from how sexy they are. But not only that they are trained by experience to get what they need or want when they need or want it. Needless to say I wouldn't have sent anyone of them into this place had they not been agents of mine to use anyways. They swore their lives to upholding the TSG Federal Regulations and Laws; on an even funnier side note, pretty much all of them have married me too. There were about 10,000 of them I picked up one day.

It was quite funny; they were all bought up over a period of about say 500 standard years. Each and everyone bought by the 'leaders and perpetrators' of the gang. Such delectable delightful sex pots wouldn't be wasted on a street corner. They spread out amongst the quasar and when I had enough documentation to go in and start the mass exodus I started by picking up my agents in a blitzkrieg fashion; had them all collected within an hour. Needless to say some still had their memories and some had been reprogrammed. I had to see who had gotten to any of the agents if any at all. Programming the mind is like programming the computer; habits and personality traits in th programming are identified and catolouged. 

As a treat to my little super sluts I picked them all up and told them we were going to have a giant pillow fight orgy. I checked their minds for the tell tale signs of the few hidden programmers I was sure were hiding in the quasar and documented the information and we had at it. The older you are the 'bigger' your dick gets; it is an interesting thing, vampires, humans, and werewolves like to have contests to see who is the oldest. You can only have one such contest if the human is connected or the other creatures aren't incapacitated. My dick is very long; much longer than a mile. I am so old and powerful my dick is as long as I want it to be.

For the oldest girls: I am a godsend; most would die to get a 12 foot cock where anything under three feet and they hardly even feel it much less get interested in it. So anyways, for the occasion I made my dick a mile long (I have a big space ship, or I just made the girls all shrink... LOL) and had the girls pair up each with their pillow. My cock was around 30 inches around. Imagine the pleasure of 10,000 super wet and horny naked teen girls, remember there is no real orientation for gravity, in pairs all the way down my giant dick. Each pair facing each other until the entire flesh area of my dick was covered from my stomach to the head. At first with the pillow fighting it took me a little while to get a nice and wet cock for them to rub and grind themselves with. After about twenty minutes each and everyone where kissing, licking, and sucking each other as they rode against the withering cock inbetween their legs. Lesbian pairs every which direction 360 degrees around my cock. 

They hadn't had a nice safe orgy with me in a very long time. Most had already cum at least three times just grinding against my dick as they teased each others tits and played with their clits. Their motion was starting to get more unified and I was starting to get harder and they were starting to cum even faster, moaning, screaming, and screeching in ecstasy. Feeling my cock getting harder and hearing me moan only made them hornier, pretty soon I was groaning and moaning about how they were the quasars biggest sexiest little sluts and started to cum. I had been working for so long and so hard I hadn't gotten to afford such pleasures as sex lately so when I came it was like a giant fire hose that erupted with an unimaginable force. 

But my agents were highly trained, well maybe not in this, but the majority of their little sexy legs were strong enough to keep a clamp on slippery cunt juice soaked dick. As the cum went pumping down my cock, they looked like the they were riding waves and bobbing up and down in the surf. The first to go flying off as I was in the throws of my giant orgasm were my sexy little angels near on the quarter of mile nearest my cock head. Every single one of them screaming in delight as they were getting gallons and gallons of my sprayed on them from the giant out of control dick; eventually only the back quarter mile were still able to cling to my cock as they were still rubbing and humping against it.

What a site to see; 7,000 cum covered greedy little FBI AGENT sluts eating each other as my come started filling up the 'dome convention area' while the rest kept milking my cock for more. Soon it was at head height; I was almost passed out from the pleasure of the orgasm and was surrounded by my little angels as they kissed and licked my body. It looked like a giant rave foam party filled with lesbian teenagers. Eventually as I was finished with my 30 minute orgasm and the girls were all cum splattered and sexy as hell. I regained my composure. 

It was time for the real fun to being. A 10,000 girl orgy is no easy feat accomplished by just anyone that has gotten them selves bitten or installed. You have to be fast; like being 10,000 places at once; or if you are like me, 30,000 places at once. We fucked and sucked for another three hours like that. Each girl with three giant cocks of mine humping and pumping them tirelessly as they came and came again and again. They like to compare it to heaven; a bunch of 10 billion year old little catholic school girl sluts who worship the ground I walk on.

Eventually I redistributed them back in to the 'war zone' in their respective captivities with assignments to carry out according to how important their slave owner was in the network. Some of the ones that had been reprogrammed or weren't as strong I implanted their reprogrammed and or doubts back into their heads flawlessly. For these I made it a point to make fun of the Scientists, Psychologists, and Sociologists by taking them back to their houses and actually showering their cum covered bodies off in steaming hot water and scolded them for being the Universes biggest sluts. Needless to say my little angels played right into it. I cleaned them off, spanked them till they were begging for my cock one last time till I had fucked them so good they screamed and whimpered their tired little bodies to sleep.

All the while the so called 'important slave owners' watching on their video surveillance camera's. Jealous cuckolded old men who didn't have the balls to wake their wives or even call the police because the thought of watching that sexy little slut of theirs getting fucked by that giant cock of mine was just too much for them to handle as they sat playing with themselves staring in awe. With images of cum covered little girls who were getting spanked in the shower and fucked to sleep in their beds, if they hadn't already passed out from the tiredness and pleasure of being fucked in the shower after their spankings.

As shocking and appalling as this story is; what is more shocking is the amount of people involved with the slave trading and pimping scam that the so called 'anti-federalists' are hiding out here on the blue planet from. Now it becomes a matter of time; they can give up and turn themselves in by letting the high ranking captured TSG officals loose or they can hold out until the timer runs out and the Satallite lasers start killing indiscriminately till they free the TSG officials or the planet endures a nuclear holocost like the one that song by NENA was written about, "99 LuftBalloons". It is funny to say the least. "The eyes of Texas are upon you. Oh hail our mighty Texas." This blue planet wasn't always in defiance of the TSG Federal Regulations and Laws.

*REM*



I am a Married Woman



I am a married woman and have been for fifty years. In order to help cover our mortgage on our house I have to work. I enjoy my work (sometimes) but recently the men at my work have started to try to flirt with me. They often "accidently" brush against my breasts. I wave them away and get back to my work. 

Lately they have started to wink at me and blow me a kiss. I wish they wouldn't. I just continue to do my work.

I am 5'6" tall. My breasts are 38D. My hair is currently chestnut.

One of the assistants asked me to get some old files out of the storage closet. As I was gathering them someone turned off the light. I then felt someone squeezing my breasts. Someone else reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Whoever it was the man, or woman began to finger my pussy. The fingering went on for a couple of minutes.

I'm somewhat submissive so I just backed away, took the files and gave them to secretary. 

I was so shocked! 

When I sat back in my chair my assistant asked me why I was red faced. I just said" Its nothing just a little embarrassed about dropping a file".

I went back to work and realized that my panties had been completely been taken off. I wanted to asked "who took my panties" but of course I couldn't do that. 

I went to the ladies room and freshened up. I was also embarrassed that I kind of liked the fingering whoever had done it.

The next day I had to get some more files. This time I made sure the lights were on. However, soon they went off and two hands held me down. Whoever it was my blouse was being unbuttoned and my bra was undone and taken off. Then a mouth began to suck on one and then another tit. It felt good and realized that I was about to cum right there in the closet. I fought it but my body won. I came in the dark closet and used my fingers to finish me off. 

I was standing in the closet with my breasts revealed to anyone who might turn the light on. The only thing I could do was to button my blouse and find my bra. However it was not there!

I was getting upset. I had to go back to work since it was an extremely busy day so I just kept working. 

I knew that my breasts would bounce as I had to walk around delivering the new files to each of the partners and salesmen. 

As I was delivering them I noticed the smiles from the other secretaries and salesmen. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't do anything about it. 

The next day a package was delivered to me. I went into the ladies room and opened it. There was my panties but someone had used a black permanent marker and wrote my name on them in my hand writing! 

I realized that anyone could have learned my handwriting as I had to sign so many documents.

I wondered if my bra would eventually show up. Three days later it did. Also a new pair of panties with it. However, on the bra was written in my handwriting on both my bra and panties, "Debbie, hot slut wife!"

I was angry. When I settled down I took several deep breaths and thought about what was happening. As I kept thinking about it I kind of liked it! No one had ever called me hot. I didn't like the slut part however.

The annual company picnic at the lake was tomorrow. The picnic always had a lot of good food and a lot of alcohol. Knowing that at least someone thought I was hot I decided that I would dress in a little somewhat revealing top not too much and my bikini bottoms as we would play volleyball as we always do.

As we played my tits always bounced due to my 38D"s. 

I drank a couple of beers and ran into the lake and swam for a while. Soon I was joined by some of my co-workers. My husband was invited too so he swam for a while and then got several cold beers and sat at a picnic table and watched me play volleyball.  

I swam out further and others swam out to where I was. The water was level was just at the top of my breasts. Quickly, one of the men as well as my secretary pulled my top off! Both of them began squeezing my breasts. I liked it! And then they pulled my bikini bottoms off and began throwing my bikini and my top around the circle as I tried to catch them. Finally I said, I need another beer, if you will give me my bikini bottom I will walk up to the beach topless and get another.

They all cheered as I retrieved my beer as I walked up the beach I shook my tits at everyone on the beach and again as I got back in the water.

I was having a great time!

I swam up to the men in the circle they all began playing with my tits. I then saw in the water that the men had all taken their dicks out. They challenged me to touch them.

"I'm not sure about that I said" Come on!! they said, it's all in good fun and sex!" We all laughed and had a good time. One of the men pushed his dick a little into my pussy. I remembered that my husband had done that with me we fucked in the water.

I thought about it. I was now considered "Hot" and I liked it. I didn't want it to stop. He pushed deeper into my pussy and began fucking me in the water.

I don't fully know what got into me, but I let every man in the water fuck me. I felt my pussy stretched and overflowing as the men deposited all their cum into my willing pussy. 

I watched my husband watch me as I walked up the beach, the cum running out of my pussy and running down my leg. 

I lay on the beach towel next to my husband he didn't say anything. I asked him to bring up some more beers and he laid next to me. 

He still had his swimsuit on.

"Fuck me, I said to him."

"Right here? he said."

"Yes! everyone else has. Take your suit off and fuck me now! 

My husband fumbled around and managed to put his little dick in my pussy. It took almost one minute for him to cum. I knew he could feel the cum inside my pussy the men had deposited.

I then straddled his face and in my most authoritative voice, I demanded that he lick and suck all the cum out of my pussy. 

Those on the beach laughed loudly as she made him do it.

Several of the on lookers took pictures. 

When I stood up I spread my pussy out showed the on lookers just what it looked like. They also took pictures of my pussy. 

I now know what the "Hot" means, and just what the slut means" and I love it!!

Let's do it again!



I Am A Medical Examination Model



This all happened over thirty years ago, when I was in my mid-20s. I was a graduate student, and I lived on a small stipend from my teaching assistantship. To make extra money, I worked as a figure drawing model.

One day, during break, I was talking to a female model who was posing for another class at the university where I both posed and studied. She told me that she had started working as a model for the medical college that was part of our university. More specifically, she was working as a model for gynecological exams, and that this paid much better than modeling for art classes. 

She also told me that they were also looking for male models, and gave me the phone number of the office that hired models. I called the office the next day, and made an appointment to speak to the model coordinator. 

The model coordinator was very glad to see me. She told me that it was difficult to retain male models, and they hoped that I would be interested. As part of their education, medical students learn how to perform genital and rectal exams. They use live models.

The coordinator had me watch a video so I would understand what I would be doing. She told me that I would make $25 per student, and that exams would be held in the offices of urologists who were supervising third year medical students during their internal medicine rotation.

The coordinator asked me whether I had ever had anal sex, and I told her no. She told me that I should relax as much as possible during the rectal exam. I should take deep breaths, and maybe try to think of something else when the students had their finger in my anus.

A few weeks later, I got my first call. I was to go to a urology office where I would be the physical exam model for three students.

When I got to the office, I was walked to an examination room where I was told to remove all my clothes and put on a gown. After waiting a few minutes, the doctor and three students (one male and two female) walked in.

The students had already been prepped and knew what to do. The first student was very nervous. She put on a pair of gloves, pulled up my gown, took my penis in her hand, and started to palpitate it. I could feel her hand shaking as it held my penis. The doctor told her to tell him what she observed and felt. She didn't say anything, so he started to ask her some questions. I remember that he asked her if I had a male or female pattern of pubic hair. She asked him what a female pattern would be like, and he told her to look at herself sometime!

She then put her hand on my testicles and felt for any masses. She didn't find any. She then put her fingers to the side of my testicles, and asked me to cough. No hernia. She was finished with this part of the exam. The other two students were less nervous, and they went faster.

The doctor then asked me to bend over a table and spread my legs wide. Now was the part that I was dreading a little. Each of the students in turn put lube on their forefingers and inserted their finger into my anus. 

I was pleasantly surprised. When each student entered me with their finger, it actually felt great. My asshole felt very warm, wet, and not tense at all. The first two students just stuck their finger in a little, moved it slightly, announced that they felt my prostate, told the doctor it was the size of a walnut, and pulled their finger out. I could tell that neither had actually found my prostate. 

The third student was a little different. She was the nervous one. She put her finger in, and announced that she couldn't find the prostate. He told her to move her finger deeper in me, and move it from side to side, and in and out, until she felt a little knob. She did this for a full minute.

She actually was on the prostate, though she didn't know it. I don't know what she was expecting to feel. Moving her finger in and out stimulated my sphincter, but now the movement of her finger against my prostate brought another pleasure source to me. I could feel myself getting an erection. I started to thrust my hips a little, coordinating with her finger movement.

One of the students noticed that I was hard, and asked the doctor if this was normal. He said that for some men, rectal exams are quite stimulating and they involuntarily get an erection. When this happens, he usually just ignores it. Occasionally, a man might even ejaculate, with or without an erection. Again, this happens sometimes. When this happens, he just silently hands the man a tissue. 

Eventually, the student announced that she found my prostate – she actually had found it a minute ago – and removed her finger. Each of the students had put a lot of lube on their fingers, so my anus was very wet. I could feel it ooze out when I stood up. The doctor and the students thanked me, and left the room. I wiped my butt and got dressed.

The next day, the model coordinator called me and told me to expect a check for $75. She also asked me if I was willing to do this again. I said yes, and she told me that I was to go to a different urology office the following week. She told me that there were twelve students this time, but there was to be another model besides me.

When I arrived at the second urology office, I was told to go into a large room, and take off all my clothes. There were too many students for an examination room. And she told me that the other model had cancelled at the last minute, and there wasn't time to get another one. So it was to be just me, and I would get twelve genital exams and twelve rectal exams! I would make more money, but I wasn't sure how it would be to have so many fingers examining me.

I took off my clothes, but I couldn't find a gown this time. When the doctor and the twelve medical students arrived (eleven men and one woman), I was still naked. I told the doctor that I couldn't find a gown, and he said that I shouldn't worry about it. I would be examined completely nude. Since I was being paid to be a model, he treated this as a educational opportunity. He wanted the students to have complete access to my body in case there was anything unusual about me.

As before, the students were to be start with the genital exam. When the last student, a male, held my penis, he twisted it around to look at it from all sides. None of the students had done this before. He told this doctor that there seemed to be a very thick, dark ridge on the underside of my penis, and was this normal?

The doctor came over, grabbed my penis, and flipped it over. He said yes, this is somewhat unusual, but there was nothing wrong with me. He called it the perineal raphe. All men have this, but it was much more prominent on me.

He then asked if I would lie on the examining table, and put my feet in the attached stirrups. He told me that he wanted to show the students something.

When I was all set up, I was quite exposed. That was the point. The doctor again flipped my penis over, and the students could see the very prominent, dark ridge that ran from my anus to the head of my penis. I had noticed this before on myself, but never really thought about it.

The doctor explained that the genitals of men look just like a vagina at one point in their fetal development. Eventually, the vagina-like structure closes and the perineal raphe is what remains. But in some men, the closure occurs relatively late, and then the perineal raphe is much more prominent.

Such men also have some other characteristics, he went on. For example, look at this man. He has very little body hair, just a little pubic and axillary hair. He probably does not need to shave his face very often even though he is in his mid-20s. He is very late in developing all his secondary sexual characteristics.

But such men do mature their sexual organs earlier than most. He asked at what age I first masturbated to orgasm, and I told him when I was nine. The doctor said that this was much earlier than usual.

In addition, he said that the prominent raphe itself is highly sensitive. Holding my penis with one hand, the doctor took the forefinger of his other hand and lightly stroked the raphe slowly and gently from the penis to the scrotum to the perineum and then finally to the anus. I reacted by thrusting my pelvic area towards him, as it just felt so pleasurable. No one had ever done this to me before, and it felt so good! The doctor told his students that this reaction was typical of men with a prominent raphe. It is as if they had an additional sexual organ. Stroking this young man like that is exactly like stroking a woman's labia. 

The doctor kept his finger on my anus, and told the students to look closely and see what happens now. One of the students said that what was happening was amazing. My anus was gradually opening and the doctor's finger was being slowly sucked in. The doctor then said that men with a prominent raphe have extra nerve endings around their anus. They feel tremendous pleasure from anal stimulation, and welcome it at every opportunity.

The doctor asked whether I typically fingered my anus when I masturbated. I told him I always did this. He also asked if I bicycled a lot. I told him that I typically biked for at least two hours a day. He said that he wasn't surprised. Bicycling would lightly stimulate my raphe and my anus, giving me a pleasurable sensation.

The doctor then said that it was a shame for me that sexuality in this culture was so binary, with everything being one thing or another. He asked me whether I was attracted to men, and I told him that I wasn't. He asked whether I would want to suck a man's penis, or have a man suck mine. I told him that I would not find that enjoyable, and had never desired this. Would I want to fuck a man in the ass? That thought brought me no pleasure.

But then he asked me whether I would want a man to fuck my ass. I had to say that this was something that I had long dreamed of, but since I wasn't gay, I wasn't sure about how I would go about managing that without doing anything else with him.

At this point, he said that the students would now do the rectal exam. He told the students that since most students have a hard time finding the prostate initially, they should be honest about it, and if necessary, he would give them some additional advice.

The first student lubed his finger. The doctor told him to place his non-gloved hand on my left butt cheek, and very lightly massage it. He told the student that most people (though not me, obviously, since I had practically inhaled his finger) were tense when a finger was to be placed in their anus, and the massage helped to relax the patient. The student slowly inserted his finger, and moved it around inside me. Like the ones last time, he couldn't find the prostate. 

The doctor told him to remove his finger, and then lube three fingers – all but the thumb and pinky. The doctor explained that with three fingers inserted in my anus, it would be virtually impossible to not find the prostate. This is not something that he would recommend with patients, but since the model was being paid, had an unusually receptive asshole, and derived tremendous pleasure from anal penetration, this would be fine.

The student then inserted three fingers in my asshole. The stretching of my sphincter felt incredibly good. He found the prostate easily, and the doctor told me to take his time and move his fingers all around the area. This is not something you would do with a patient, but we can take advantage of our model.

The direct prostate stimulation and the stretching of my anal sphincter was the best sensation I ever had in my life. I immediately got an enormous erection. The doctor told the students that this often happens, and they should always reassure the patient that prostate stimulation causes erections in many men.

The doctor told the student to remove his fingers, and then told the students to observe how my anus remained open. He said that after removing their finger; they should always look closely to see if anything unusual is present internally.

The other eleven students then took their turns, one after the other. When they were finished, my asshole was full of lube that was dripping out of me.

I was told to remove my feet from the stirrups and get off the table. But I should wait, because the doctor wished to speak to me. The students were told to leave, and they quickly did.

The doctor told me that I was an excellent examination model. He wanted to do one last thing for our mutual benefit. Since I obviously had enjoyed the prostate and anal stimulation so much, if I was willing, he wanted me to now know how good it would feel to be fucked in the ass. He told me that he would be happy to give me a gift of $100 for this.

I agreed, and he locked the doors and took off his clothes. He was a man in his late 50's, but in pretty good shape. He was already aroused, and told me to again get on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. 

He then very easily inserted his penis into my asshole. Because I was so open and so well-lubricated, all I could feel was pleasure. I enjoyed the heat of his penis inside me, I enjoyed the mild stretching of my sphincter, and I enjoyed feeling the head of his penis as it moved against my prostate.

Although I wasn't hard, I ejaculated after a few minutes. After all this stimulation, I had an enormous amount of semen come out of me. Because I was reclining with my legs up in the air, my semen covered my thighs, my balls, and it even went on the doctor's penis, which was still fucking me. My own semen was now entering my asshole! The doctor said that semen was actually the best lubricant, so he thanked me for this.

I then felt him get bigger inside me, which just stimulated everything inside me even more. His cock then started throbbing, and I knew he was coming inside me. I was so happy to be inseminated by him!

When he pulled out, he handed me a cloth and told me to wipe myself as I was a big mess! I got dressed. He gave me the $100, and thanked me again. He said that he had never fucked such a wonderful, responsive asshole before. He gave me his card, and told me to call him if I wanted him to fuck me again.



I Am a Racist Lesbian



I'd only gone to see him to talk, I didn't have time to do anything else. I slipped out of my prior obligations to see if I could find him, which usually wasn't the easiest thing to do. By fate, or luck, or maybe pure coincidence, he was in the first place I looked, the same place he always was, where they all always were. 

He was sitting with two other girls, one I knew, one I didn't. They were all eating diner chicken; talking about his inevitable obesity once his metabolism wore down at thirty. I sat down next to him, as close as I could (only to fit in the booth), and at the moment I wanted him to move over, but looking back on it I realize how much I appreciated the mundane intimacy. 

We left, walked down the street, down another street, to nowhere in particular. We stopped near a school playground, we stood and talked. 

"Why California?" he asked. His eyes were so dark and so rich and seemed so sincere. I kissed him, reminding myself of what he tasted like after months of hopelessly attempting to remember. He slipped his hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt and pulled me closer and everything seemed perfect, until the memory of his girlfriend invaded his thoughts and he pulled away, guiltily mentioning her name. 

He was uncomfortable in the open, possibly paranoid, so we walked down a quiet sidestreet to an alley. We had a short conversation about slapping women, stealing bikes, and racist lesbianism before he led me into the back entrance of an apartment complex. We ended up in the building's laundry room. He was leaning against the washer and I held myself against him, it had been so long since I'd been that close to him. He reached up and turned the light off, and I had to beg him to turn it back on; I don't know why I didn't just do it myself. I told him I was afraid of the dark and he said he knew. 

"You're shaking again," he whispered to me. The last time I was with him, I'd been shaking like mad, shivering and twitching with anxiety and nerves. He'd held me throughout the night and eventually his embrace had calmed me down. Again, he hugged me and tried to help me stay still. I suppose it could have been because I was more worried than usual - I had to be back within an hour, but I knew that I had no control over the situation past this point. 

I stood there idly, watching his dark hands undoing the buttons on my blouse. He kissed my neck, my collarbone... he slipped my breasts out of the bra I was wearing, and he kissed them too. I told him I couldn't do this just then, to wait until Saturday, I'd see him on Saturday and do whatever he wanted, but his lips and fingers embraced my nipples and I was lost. 

I hardly noticed that I'd been naked from the waist down before he slid his fingers inside me. I almost moaned, but for the moment I couldn't find my voice. He knelt and tasted me again after so long, until my knees became weak and I had to lean against the washer. 

He stood and kissed me, but his flavour was coated with mine. When he asked me if I'd do something for him, I was reluctant to fall to my knees and take my turn. I didn't feel quite at ease, because I wasn't supposed to be there, and so much was riding on how well pleased he was with my performance, so at some points I couldn't handle him, and I was embarrassed at my inability, but he comforted me by stroking the back of my head. 

I was in tears by then, terrified that nothing would turn out the way I needed it to, and that he didn't understand how I actually felt. I rested my head against his leg, pathetic as I tried to breathe against my sobbing. He helped me to stand and held me close for a bit. He lifted me onto the washer, I was a mess, but he looked into my eyes and for some reason I let him be inside me, I wanted him to be inside me, and there was nothing between us as he filled me all the way up through my heart, and I could hardly bare to open my eyes in fear that I might wake up. 

I did open them though, only for a moment, I fixated on the contrast in our flesh. It was so vivid and so vibrant and so real... 

He backed away from me and started muttering about "what was he doing". I sat still, I didn't know how to respond, or even if I should respond. He lifted me down and helped me dress, I watched his hands again as he redid the buttons on my shirt, and I tried to kiss him but he pulled away. 

We left, he walked me to the train, he let me smoke his last cigarette, but I love him, I need him, and I still haven't seen him since...



I Am a Sex God



Pleasure to meet you. I am a sex god. No, I'm not a really cocky guy; I am a genuine 'deity' whose expertise is in all things carnal. I say deity like everyone has the same idea of makes a god (or goddess) what they are. Truth is we're not omnipotent or omniscient no matter what some of use might have you believe. 

What makes us gods is our ability to bend or rather manipulate reality; space, matter and to an extent, time, we can control and bend to our will. We also have senses beyond your ordinary human. Great power yes, but exaggerated over history.

Back to the sex portion of being a sex god. Each one of us gods and goddesses has been tuned to a specific aspect of the universe. Call it an instinct; we all have more or less the same power but each of us is attuned to something specific. I just happen to be keenly aware of desire and physical pleasure. The god whose sphere of influence is technology merely sees how to manipulate nature into doing something it doesn't normally do to suit a specific need or want; it's hilarious to see a tree doing house chores but for the life of me I have yet to fully recreate it myself.

Just a snippet of what it's like to be me, here's a story from the other day relating my adventures as a sex god.

I was meeting with David, an old college friend of mine at a restaurant to catch up. He brought Christine, his cute little girlfriend along. He wasn't showing her off or anything; using my insight I could tell there were genuine feelings there. It was a nice quiet afternoon at the restaurant, no crowd to speak of. Anyway we said our pleasantries, introductions and so forth and over an appetizer, my abilities had come up in a rather funny way. An ex of hers happened to be there and noticed her with another man. He was the jealous type and had trouble with the reality that he lost any chances with Christine. Our banter was interrupted.

"Hey Christine, why are you hanging out with a bunch of losers? How about you and me get out of here." We turned our attention to the intruder with a rather hostile tone.

Christine had a look of exasperation and disappointment. This is not what any of us wanted.

"No John, we broke up remember?"Christine tried to bring reality to his attention. It wasn't happening.

"Oh I know you just needed time to change your mind. So you've had enough time. Let's get outta here."

"Hey, the lady said no" David spoke up.

John, the intruder, looked annoyed at being resisted and was ready to stir up trouble. "Get lost little man. You're not good enough for her. And your fag buddy ain't shit either"

Was he referring to me? Well, inaccuracies of my sexual preferences aside I was not very particular to this disrespect. At this point I wanted to diffuse the situation quickly without making a big scene. So I decided to let loose with my powers on John. Nothing sadistic but something that would calm him down and convince him to leave us alone. I thought he seemed very tense with a lot of pent up energy. Then it occurred: 'He could use a nice, big orgasm. Get rid of all that pent up energy and leave him too tired to do anything drastic.' But wait, you say, 'how can you give the jackass an orgasm? You gonna pull down his pants right there and blow him? That'll cause the huge scene you're trying to avoid.' 

Oh ye of little faith. I am an actual god of sex no less. I can cause orgasm in anybody without physical contact. Such is my power that I am master of your body and can make you feel anything I want on a whim without any contact; I don't even have to be in the same hemisphere as you to accomplish it; I give spontaneous combustion a whole new meaning.

So back to the dickhead, I stood to confront him; he looked at me dead in the eye. I flashed a grin like I was about to punch him in the face. David and Christine looked worried about what I might do.

I looked at John intently. Suddenly he got a confused look on his face. Then something happened that David, Christine, and John will probably remember for the rest of their lives. John got an erection, a very impressive one which David and Christine noticed immediately. It looked painful in his jeans. He looked at me with confusion and surprise. I looked back, concentrating, but now added a bit of that I-told-you-so look.

"So John, Who as you called it, is the fag?" I paused for effect. John for the most part was dumbfounded. He could not comprehend what was happening. I just gave him an erection without arousal or buildup in a combative situation. An odd sensation to say the least. 

I decided to let loose, and let John feel incredible pleasure along with his full mast. John felt as though a steady current of warm water was flowing like a river around his cock and flowing out to massage his body. It's as though he was caught in a river and the river was trying to fuck him senseless. His knees buckled and he stumbled a little toward the floor. David and Christine were deer caught in the headlights; they didn't know what to make of it. All they knew for sure was that I was the one causing it. John grabbed hold of an empty chair to try to steady himself riding out this freakishly unusual pleasure.

After a few moments of riding all the intense sensations, I took control of John's body and ramped up his sensitivity and receptiveness. He let loose one of the biggest loads I could remember from anyone. The crotch of his jeans was coated and it even started dripping off toward the bottom. Using my godly senses I could feel that he was totally exhausted, yet felt relaxed and was very calm. My friends were wide-eyed, jaws hanging to the ground.

Then realization dawned and he felt the goop running down. I've never seen a man turn beet root red before and I gotta tell ya, it's hilarious as long as it's not you. John, confused and embarrassed, took his leave without further incident. 

"So who's ready for lunch?" I ask nonchalantly after John made a hasty retreat

Both David and Christine just looked at me funny trying to ask 'what the fuck, just happened?' but no words coming out.

"What?" I said. "We all wanted him gone, now let's just enjoy some good food." I took my seat and tried to act as if nothing had happened.

Finally Christine stammered out "how did you do that?" David came out of his stupor.

"Yeah dude seriously what the fuck was that?" David lost none of his surprise.

Sigh... I guess it can't be helped. Since David was a good friend, I let them in on my "godhood" and what it meant I could do. They didn't believe a word of it. I was explaining the basic parts when our entrées arrived. I dug in and didn't say a word more. They got into their food too, albeit with reluctance, they wanted me to finish my explanation.

As we dug into the food, my powers took a back seat. The atmosphere and food had us relaxed and talking about old times and catching up. David had become an engineer and was doing well. David was shocked to learn I had gone into banking. 

"Why? You have a degree in theoretical mathematics. You should have gone into research." David admonished. Yes once upon a time I was the most remote thing from sexy, let alone being an all powerful sex master.

Later on in the conversation I learned David and Christine met on a blind date set up by a mutual acquaintance. I also learned they had been dating steadily since and were becoming more serious. Good for them. David was always kind of a shut in during college doing nothing but studying. It was nice to see him with someone. It was coming time to pay the check and the elephant in the room came back.

"So you wanna come back to our place for a drink? David asked unsteadily."...maybe explain for real how you did what you did."

I gave an understanding smile. "I'd love to have a drink but my story will stay the same."

"Then come on over and prove it." David said

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So later at David's apartment, we were settled in and discussing being a sex god over some beers.

"You want proof?" I thought for a moment. "Well how about this. Christine, would mind being a volunteer?

"Ummm." She hesitated

"Nothing like what happened to John. I'm asking for permission first. If you don't to, then nothing will happen."

"Oh come on sweetie." David cajoled.

She looked nervous and spoke up. "I'm actually kinda curious myself..." she started to blush "Nothing too weird?"

"No. Nothing too weird, though I admit not something you see every day."

"Okay then" she said softly

"How many times do you have sex in a week?"I asked straight faced.

David got a little defensive, "That's private information and none of your business." Christine just blushed more averting her gaze.

"Please, for the sake of a demonstration, indulge me this once David. I am for real." I was reassuring and gentle in my tone.

There was a hesitant look between the Christine and David, but I could tell, both were too curious to see if I was the real deal. David nodded.

"Fine, about four to five times." admitted Christine.

I look at Christine for a moment then closed my eyes.

In that instant I got every detail of their love life. Personality-wise they were a good fit for each other. David was a stable man and a caring person, exactly what Christine needed after a long string of boyfriends like John. Christine was a good match for David, a woman who can bring out real feelings in an otherwise introverted engineer with very little experience with women. She felt safe and loved with him and he felt alive and free with her.

The trouble was the sex. It was on the mediocre side, and that was on the good days. I also asked the question to see if they would tell the truth. I don't need to ask how many times they had sex; I could just use my senses to find out, mindreading if you will. They actually only had sex once or twice, usually on the weekend. Always in the missionary and he'd always shoot his load after about five minutes; David always had a nagging doubt in the back of his mind about his ability in bed. She wouldn't feel too much let alone orgasm, but enjoyed the closeness. Both were having sex merely for the sake of having sex, not because either really enjoyed it. If this continued it would eventually drive them apart to seek fulfillment elsewhere, something they could easily do with each other. 

After I opened my eyes they were both awaiting my response as if what I had to say would be life altering. In a way it was.

"Four or five?" I asked with doubt in my tone.

"Yes." David confirmed Christine's lie.

"Well here's some insight into my abilities: you two only really have sex once or twice a week. Same missionary position, same boring weekend activity. You both do it like you're watching a movie neither of you enjoy, but are too afraid to actually tell each other that something is wrong. Christine you don't even orgasm" 

Both looked shocked and embarrassed. David tried to stammer out a denial "That's...not true at all..."

" David we both know it." I said with sadness and understanding. "It's okay I'm not judging you two."

Christine looked ashamed that the truth was out there.

"Look I know that it's a sensitive subject but that was the negative aspects. You two do genuinely care for one another and have lots of other meaningful experiences. David, you enjoy how Christine brings you out of your shell and makes you feel more alive then you have ever been before." Both David and Christine's featured softened at this revelation. "Christine you feel safe and loved, something none of your previous relationships have ever done. Unlike others before him, David does genuinely care about you." Christine became a little teary eyed at that. David went over and snuggled up with his girl. She clung onto David like he was a life preserve. They shared a long moment.

After a long moment David spoke up "It's hard to admit but you're right about everything."

Christine gave a sad little nod.

Then David annoyed me a little "...but that doesn't prove the whole 'sex god' thing. You could have just pulled a Sherlock and observed all that. You know me well enough."

"Ever the skeptic eh Dave?" I replied. "Fine, beyond the powers of information, I'll show you what I'm made of and help you two out."

With that statement, David and Christine were confused and a little worried. 

"What exactly do you mean by..."Christine started to ask but turned into a gasp then into a low moan.

David had the same thought in his head but when he heard the gasp and moan, he looked at her with shock and confusion. Then he too felt it.

So with the dull sex and doubt of my powers, I decided to give them the ride of their lives only a sex god could give them. I started stimulating their arousal to heights undreamed of by mere humans; both were slowly losing the ability of rational thought. From their perspectives, for no discernable reason they were becoming incredibly horny and both had no idea why. They glanced at me fearfully.

"Nothing sinister I promise you. You two need to learn what good sex is. You'll grow closer together than you can imagine and I prove to you once and for all that I am not bullshitting you. So if you don't have any objections, can we proceed?"

Both looked at me then at each other. They knew they wanted this. "Yes" they said in unison.

With that I unleashed them onto each other. I let loose their primal urges and amped up their energy. For good measure I suppressed their feeling a little to stop them from feeling fatigue.

It was beautiful. Pure lust coursing through them, unrestrained and eager to express itself.

David started by grabbing Christine roughly. This is not how David normally acts in the bedroom. He's polite and asks permission. So this came as a great shock to Christine. She felt him handling her roughly and became more excited. She was breathing heavily as David groped her and kissed her roughly. David slammed her against the floor and pulled her head into a deep kiss. Christine was loving it. 

I stood there admiring my work. "Ah the joys of a good fuck." I thought to myself.

David and Christine wrestled on the floor, their tongues engaged in a fierce struggle.. He started taking off his shirt and she just moaned very whorishly. In such a heightened state of arousal, David was fumbling with Christine's clothing. After a few moment David gave up on procedure and started just tearing off his lover's clothing. As button flew and fabric tore, Christine squealed in delight. I just continued to observe my handiwork.

Once the clothes came off, David continued his assault. She still had her pantiess on. David groped her body and kissed her roughly. She was loving it. I could sense her getting wetter. Through the haze, David took off his clothes while still running his tongue over any part he could. All over her neck, stomach, her thighs, and everything in between, discovering parts he didn't know existed.

Now in just her panties, David could see how wet she was and gave her crotch a deep whif and cursory licks. She lifted her hips slightly so he could do so, but then I had a thought. I gave David an impulse to continue his aggression. He held her panties and instead of pulling them down, in a fit of passion, he tore them off. With the ease of ripping the garment as if it were a piece of paper; Christine in one motion was laid bare. I saw her gush a little more fluid. Man I love being a sex god. After the shields were down so to speak, David went right back in with his mouth on his girlfriend's snatch.

He really took to oral on Christine like no man before him. He had her hips pinned in his strong grip, his tongue and lips all over her, she squeaked as she wriggled and took pleasure from a man she thought would never do this. Her hands came up to grasp his head, as she tried in vain to get some control of the situation.

For the first time in their relationship, Christine had an orgasm. This was the most turned on she had ever been and it released quickly and spectacularly. A fountain was released on David's face and he drank deeply. With the blissful moans filling the room, I knew they were on their way to greener sexual pastures. After Christine road out her orgasm, she pushed David off her cunt.

"Too much, need rest." Christine pleaded with David

David in a haze of lust revealed his inner sexual beast. He grabbed her by the head and pulled her up. She kneeled before him with his spectacular erection pointing at her face. She turned her head up to meet his eyes; He looked right in her eye and in a low even tone said "Do me now..."

Christine's eyes widened. David was asking, no, commanding her to give him a blow job. She looked back down and salivated at the prospect. She leaned in and started taking the head in between her lips. He was erect. More than that, he was larger than she ever remembered him being. She licked the head. She was really feeling it. She needed this as much as he needed it. She started licking and kissing all along his cock. From the attentions of his girl, David gave a low growl. Christine got more and more into it, on her knees I could see the juices flowing. 

I thought to myself 'Damn that's hot'. I'll take this opportunity to mention I love being a sex god. Another ability of mine is to literally feel what others are feeling. I can tap into someone and feel their sensations as if I were them. I reached out to both: I could feel David's pleasure and he was getting the blowjob of his life. I could feel Christine become more and more horny by the second reaching heights she never dreamt of. Christine became emboldened at her lover's reaction. She took as much of the shaft as she could in her mouth and pleasured the length.

David grabbed her head. "That's enough. I can't wait anymore. I need my cock in your pussy!"

With that he pulled her off his dick and pushed her down by her shoulders onto the floor. With him over her body, he took her by the waist and flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her ass up. He leaned in closer and shoved his massive erection into her waiting depth. In one quick motion he had slid into her sopping hole. He gave a grunt and she a squeak-turned-moan. They stayed connected, neither moving for a moment. After sharing that moment of being united, David began his thrusts.

I stood there observing the couple, finally engaged in the good kind of sex they (and every other couple) should be having. They were truly indulging their inner passions and for once being honest with themselves. The sensations coming from them were also a bonus.

David was pumping away on top, all the while Christine had her faced buried in the carpet, moaning, almost screaming, like a whore. Both were very turned on, in the span of only five minutes, Christine had an orgasm, the quickest she'd ever come during sex. No too much longer David followed and released inside his lover.

David collapsed from the kneeling position next to Christine who had glazed eyes, body twitching, and a silly grin. David snuggled closer to her and began tenderly on the neck. Christine enjoyed his attentions and wrapped her arms around him. They stayed like that for 10 minutes. I decided to go a little further.

"Well I think I proved my point, but just to erase all doubt..."

I began giving both a huge amount of sexual energy. They both began gripping each other tighter, and with a simultaneous gasp, both began cumming really hard. Christine was firing one off every 10 seconds. With each one, she was spraying like a fountain. David was shooting off loads continuously. It looked like a sputtering garden hose. I kept them going for five minutes straight. Hehe

That'll show David to doubt me. Both came down and were breathing heavily.

"So, how was it?" I asked.

David and Christine were gazing in each other's eyes when my question brought them out of their reverie. David and Christine realized the consequences of two people ejaculating for 5 minutes straight.