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A Hot Night

By: femstop



The party was in full swing by the time Sara arrived. She was horny and tired of using her vibrator was looking for some action. Tonight she wanted a real cock to satisfy the ache between her legs. Her eyes scanned the room looking for an unattached man. Everyone here seemed to be with someone making her wish she hadn't thrown Paul out when she had caught him with her best friend. Ever since walking in on them three weeks ago, the idea of a threesome had been playing on her mind...

She waved hello to her host Nancy and made her way to the kitchen for a drink. Once there she noticed a familiar man looking at her. She tried to place him but couldn't. He noticed her staring and smiled. "Sara is that you? It's me Rod Paula's brother!" he said as he walked towards her. 

"Oh my goodness you've grown!" she exclaimed taking his outstretched hand. Sara remembered babysitting this Adonis when he was a pimply faced ten year-old. There was nothing chubby about this grown-up, and that face! Sara felt her pussy throb and her mouth went dry. Taking a swig of her beer, she composed herself. Before she could say anything they were interrupted.

"Hey Rod come on man we're gotta go or we'll be late". Sara turned to the voice and immediately recognised the black man.

"Todd, is that you?"

He did a double take. "Well if it isn't Sara - my old babysitter!" he said laughing and coming towards her enveloping her in a bear hug. Breaking away she playfully slapped his shoulder.

"Hey watch it with that 'old' business!" At 26 she only five years older than them- definitely not old!

"Sorry Sara. Gee it's good to see you! What have you been up to?" Todd asked as he grabbed a beer.

"It's good to see you both too. I've been away for a few years but I'm back because I've been offered a managerial position at the local bank. What are you guys going to be late for?"

"There's a game to TV we both want to watch" Rod said. "Say Sara you still like football? If you're not here with anyone why not come back and watch the game with us?" Rod asked as he put his empty beer bottle down. 

Sara wouldn't be going home with them to watch football! These two fine young men would do nicely at putting out the fire in her pussy! "Sure. I'll just say goodnight to Nancy and we'll go"

At their apartment, the two boys made her comfortable and went to get some drinks and snacks. When they came back, they made some small talk and just before the game started Sara made her move. Standing in front of them, she pulled her dress over her head and through it on the floor and stood before them naked- she wasn't into underwear. Pulling on her nipples she looked at the two boys. Their eyes and mouths were wide!

"Boys, I haven't had a man in three weeks. I've fucked myself silly with a vibrator but I've still got this fire in my pussy. Care to put it out for me?" Todd and Rod licked their lips. She backed up to the nearest sofa. Sitting down, she splayed her legs open giving the two a birds eye view of her scarlet pussy. Quickly Rod stood and removed his clothes. Todd followed suit and within seconds they stood before her naked their cocks standing at attention. Sara gasped when she saw their massive erections. "My god you're not boys you're men!" The two laughed self consciously. Todd tugged at his pulsating cock. "I haven't had a woman yet who could take all of me".

"Don't worry baby. I'm sure going to try!" Sara said walking over to them. Taking both their cocks, one in each hand, she stood on tip-toes to kiss them both.

"Where's the nearest bedroom?" she asked anxious to get these cocks inside her. Rod lead the way to his room. A large double bed dominated the room. Sara turned to covers down, turned on the bedside lights and turned off the main lights. The two men stood unbelieving that this was happening. She made her way to the bed and lay down on it. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting!" she said as she played with her clit.

"Let me do that for you" Rod said. He lay down between her legs and began tonguing her pussy. "Oh yeah honey that's it! Oh you're good!" she moaned. Todd desperately wanted some of the action and he made a bee line for her tits. They were a massive DD cup with large puffy nipples. He wanted to bury his cock between them! He saw a tube of sunscreen on Rod's beside table. Grabbing it he poured a generous dollop in his hand. He looked over at Rod's head buried in Sara's snatch. He obviously liked eating pussy and was going at it like a man possessed! Sara was writhing about the bed, her hands tugging at Rod's hair. "Oh yeah baby! That's it! You're making me cum! Oh god I'm cumming!" she screamed as her hips started bucking and Todd knew stared at her watching her climax. Still Rod kept going. Sara opened her eyes and saw Todd smearing the lotion over his massive erection. Her breathing was ragged as hse asked him what he was doing.

"I want a titty fuck," he said squeezing his lubed cock. Precum oozed from his throbbing cockhead. Sara grabbed her tits and told him to bet on board. Getting into position, he eased his hot cock between her massive tits. Sara moaned as Rod removed his mouth from her sopping pussy. Todd began massaging his cock between her tits. With each thrust up she licked his cockhead their groans filling the air. Rod watched fascinated at the sight of his best friends black cock sandwiched between those beautiful white fun bags. He began tugging on his cock jerking himself of in stride with his friends' thrusts. Sara desperately wanted those two cocks inside her but by the looks on their faces she knew they were about ready to blow their loads. "Rod come over here. I want you to cum on my face. You too Todd!" 

With a groan Rod shot his load, his cock pumping out thick spurts of creamy cum on her face. Todd's cum mixed with his friend's as they both watched entranced as she opened her mouth letting their cum mix before swallowing it. The two men collapsed in a heap beside her. Laughing she gripped their still hard cocks. 

"Round two boys!" she said taking Todd's huge cock in her mouth. Jerking Rod's cock with her hand she gave Todd an awesome blow job. His cockhead was buried deep in her throat and their was still a good six inches of his shaft in her hand. Reluctantly she let him slip from her mouth and she turned her attention to Rod's impressive tool. She loved giving head and before long both cock's were hard and straining in her hands.

"I want you both together okay?" she said. They both nodded their head eager to fuck her. "Rod how about a little back door action?" she asked wiggling her ass at him. He had never fucked a woman's ass before and was definitely keen! "And Todd this baby's going to slid right up my pussy!" She squatted over Todd's gleaming black cock and grabbing it in one hand started to bury it in her hot wet pussy. They both groaned as she slowly took in all. Settling herself on it she began to ride him. Rod watched fascinated as the black cock disappeared between Sara's legs. She turned her head "Ready?" 

Like he needed to be asked twice!. He got into position holding his cock aiming his cockhead at her puckered anus. There was enough lube to let his cockhead slip in. She groaned and relaxed her anal sphincter. He was able to slip in a few more inches. Groaning she relaxed even more and soon he was buried to the hilt. 

"God you're so tight!" he said gripping her hips. "And wet!" Todd said gripping her tits. They worked up a rhythm each man feeling the other's cock through the thin membrane separating them. Sweat glistened on their bodied as the each raced towards a climax. "Tell me when you're ready to cum, man," Todd told his friend. 

"I'm almost there buddy. This unfuckingbelievable!" Rod ground out increasing his thrusting. Sara moaned his pussy and arse stretched like they had never been. She was full of cock and would be full of cum soon! 

"Oh god I'm gonna cum!" she said out loud. 

"So are we!" the men said in unison. With a scream they shot their loads into her. Her pussy spasmed around Todd's pulsating cock, her arse squeezing Rod's cock. The fire was definately out!

A Hot Night



Laura could hardly sit through her college lecture classes on Friday. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, nearly blushing as she felt the heat and excitement in her blood grow. Soon, she thought, soon I will have a weekend to remember.

She thought of all the amazing things she would do when her parents left for the out of state wedding. Her boyfriend, Eric, would be over. There would be dinner, wine, a dip in the hot tub, and hopefully a dip in something else if she was lucky. 

Finally, the day was over and she went home, eager to test some of the recent purchases she had made. She stripped, revealing a tight, toned body with slightly tanned peach skin. On went a tiny red string bikini. She found it looked great with her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Her round and perky 36c breasts filled out the front, while her ass looked ripe and curvy in the back. She looked good and she knew it, which only made her more excited. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she nearly had to stop to satisfy her growing need. 

No, she thought, better to save it.

Instead she began to get ready. Laura made a wonderful dinner, and Eric showed up with the wine. His mouth nearly dropped when he saw the red bikini she had decided to wear. They ate quickly, gazing hungrily at each other. "Come and sit out in the hot tub with me baby", Laura suggested. She had turned it up to 101 degrees an hour ago. The bubbles and jets massaged the two young bodies as they sat together, kissing and touching underneath the water. They sipped more of the wine they had brought out and watched the night sky. Eric couldn't contain himself any longer, and began to remove his lover's suit.

"No, look!" Laura said startled, pointing towards the back wall. Her parents' house backed up to an apartment complex two stories high. There wasn't even an alley seperating the buildings. On the balconies of several of the apartments, tenants were also enjoying the evening. 

Eric grinned, an evil glint in his eye. "I don't care", he whispered softly, kissing Laura's protesting mouth. He pulled away and put her glass of wine to her lips, convincing her to have another drink.

"I don't know...." he stopped her with another kiss and pulled her onto his lap. She could feel his cock through their bathing suits, and knew that by now her pussy was dripping. She rubbed up against him, pushing and grinding, making him moan with frustration. She was surprised, the people outside were actually turning her on. Maybe one or two would watch her. Maybe she and Eric could turn on a complete stranger....

"I've always wanted to fuck you in front of people," she told him. He smiled as his hands wrapped around her ass, forcing her closer to him. She continued. "I want them to see you slam your dick inside me, fuck me every possible way. I want you to eat me in front of them, I want you to..." she trailed off as his finger began to rub her clit, and his other hand slid up from her ass to untie her top. He succeeded one-handed and it fell in the water, revealing those nice perky tits he loved. He kissed her soft mouth again, then lowered his own to her right breast, sucking and licking the smal pink nipple, sofly biting it as she moaned in ecstasy. He knew Laura's nipples were very sensitive, and that playing with them the right way could drive her crazy. He was right. She wrapped her arms around him, and he could feel her nails gently scratching his back. 

"Stand up," he ordered her. She did almost immediately, which surprised him. Laura must be really turned on, usually she was shy during sex. "Mmmm, dirty little girl, I like it." He told her this as he pulled down her bikini bottom and she quickly stepped out of it. He pulled her naked body back into the foaming hot water, reclining her on his lap. While he held Laura around her back with one hand, he parted her legs and slammed his finger into her pussy with the other. She let out a loud gasp which one of the men on the balcony heard. He felt the blood throbbing in his hard cock as he realized the guy was turned on by his girlfriend.

Eric next told Laura to lay back on one of the head rests as he put his hands underneath her ass, raising her wet pussy out of the water. He knelt down and began to eat her out, making her scream and squirm. She couldn't move too much though, because she had to use the seat and head rest to support herself. She could feel her orgasm building as she lay in the warm, soothing water and stared up at the sky. Her body convulsed and her pussy released her juices all over Eric's face. Her orgasm was so strong it was too much for her, and she slid her body down into the water till she was on her knees in front of her boyfriend. 

He sat back down in one of the bucket seats in the hot tub, pulling his swin trunks off. He told Laura to sit down and ride his hard cock underneath the water, which she gladly did. She slid her pussy up and down, driving his cock deep inside her again and again. She fucked him so hard her tits bounced up and down, her nipples rock hard from her arousal and the cool night air. His hands were on her hips, pushing her down even harder so he could bury himself all the way inside. He was so close, and he needed to come so badly. But then, he had an idea. He pulled Laura off his lap and bent her over the edge of the tub, so her ass was sticking up in the air for all to see. The man on the balcony, he noticed, was still watching intently. He took her from behind, pulling her legs back on him, fucking her till her face was red and she was practically clawing the edge of the tub with her hands. He felt her come a second time, which was pretty typical for his sensual and beautiful girlfriend. 

He pulled out his cock and positioned it so that it was pushing into Laura's ass. Before she could protest, he slowly eased the head into her little virgin asshole, beginning to move it back and forth. Laura, all ready to stop him, was amazed at the mixed sensations she was feeling. It was kind of uncomfortable, but yet, nice. He eased himself in a little more, reaching down to play with her clit at the same time. "Ooooooh, that;s good, yeah", Laura heard herself say. What was happening to her? She was bent over outside, with a complete stranger watching her get fucked in the ass, and she was eating it up like a slut! But, oh, god, she couldn't stop it, it felt too damn GOOD!

"Oh, baby, you have such a nice, tight little ass!" Eric told her as he slammed his cock all the way in, going back and forth harder and faster as Laura became more excited. He smacked her wet ass, making a sound he was sure their friend on the balcony would appriciate. His balls bounced against her clit, and Laura felt herself getting ready to come yet again. Harder and faster he fucked his girlfriend, driving them both towards the greatest orgasm of their lives. He pulled out and came all over Laura's back and ass as she felt the rush of her own juices. Afterwards, they held each other, panting and sweating. Laura and Eric spent the rest of that night pleasing each other in the warm water till the first rays of light streaked across the sky. She knew this was the start of the best weekend of her life. 

This is pretty much my first attempt at a story like this, so any feedback would be helpful. Thanks.



A Hot Night



I'm a nurse. As I'm sure you can guess, that means shift work. It was the middle of summer and I'd been working the late shift. I can tell you this, two a.m. is a terrible time to be arriving home. 

Day time is the hot time. The sun shines brightly, heating the earth under its healing rays, bringing sunshine into all our lives. Night is when the moon reigns supreme, casting a silvery glow over the world, letting us see mystery in the darkness. Night is also the cool time. The heat dissipates, leaving us to sleep under the moon's silvery glow.

Yeah, right. The ground had trapped all the sun's heat and was now happily radiating it back into the air. Any moisture on the ground had evaporated and was in the air, resulting in a sultry night. This doesn't mean it was night for illicit sex. It means it was a night that was stinking hot and stinking humid. A better description of the weather would be to say it was just plain stinking.

I flung open the door to my apartment, heading straight for the air conditioner, shedding clothes as I went. The air conditioner wasn't working. I couldn't believe it. The hottest, most humid night ever and the air conditioner wasn't working. The building maintenance guys were so going to get a mouthful the next day.

Swearing to myself I wandered down to my bedroom, tossed the covers off the bed and just sprawled on it in the darkness. I lay there, waiting for sleep to come. What came was sweat. I could feel it trickling down my face. The only reason I wasn't tossing and turning was that it was too hot.

I decided that maybe some music would help me sleep. I turned on my player, setting it to just play at random, then went back to tossing and turning on the bed. It occurred to me that the music might be a little loud and that I should turn it down, but what the hell. Who was going to hear it in the wee small hours of the night?

The guy who flung open my bedroom door and turned my light on, that's who.

"I knocked, but you didn't hear me over that infernal racket," he snarled at me. "Turn the fucking noise down or I'll put my foot through the player. Some of us like to sleep at night."

"Who the hell are you? How'd you get in here? What do you want? How dare you barge in here? Can't you see I'm not dressed?" I literally screamed the questions at him, incensed. How dare this bozo just burst into my bedroom and start yelling at me.

"Oh, god, she's stupid as well as inconsiderate," he said, still giving me a nasty look. "Taking your questions in order, if I can remember them all, I'm Leon Parker, from the unit next to yours. The one currently shaking to the beat of that godawful sound you have playing, thus revealing to the world your abysmal taste in music."

Oh, yes, so he was. Now that he mentioned it I recognised him. I'd always considered him to be rather a mousey little man. Now I was noticing that he wasn't so little and that he more resembled a rabid wolf than a mouse. A naked wolf, too. All he was wearing was a pair of light pyjama pants. For a supposed mouse he had a few muscles on display. He was also continuing to talk.

"I got in here through the front door, which some idiot left open. When no-one answered to my knock, probably not hearing it over the so-called music, I came in to register a mild protest.

What I want is for you to knock of the goddamned noise so I can get some sleep. I dare to barge in because it was easier and faster than calling the police to make you turn it down. 

As to your final question, of course I can see you're not dressed. It's strikingly obvious. You have a better figure than I expected. If I wasn't here to get the music turned down I'd be tempted to be here to turn you on."

"Well you can just get the hell out of my apartment. Feel free to close the door behind you. I'll turn down the music when I'm good and ready. It's not that loud."

Actually, that last bit was only half right. You could probably tune out most of it with no problems. The trouble would be the base notes coming from the sub-woofer. They did carry a bit. 

"You're ready now," he said in a very matter of fact way, still giving me a nasty look.

"Screw you," I replied. "You can't barge in here and tell me what to do and think I'll just say yes-sir and jump to it. Just piss off out of here. Some of us want to get some sleep."

"You're a right little bitch," he said, smiling suddenly. "Will you still be so bitchy when your bottom had been warmed?"

I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me. Before this moment he'd been regarding me as a sexless irritant, annoying in its own way but at least not dangerous. Now he was looking at me as a woman, and a naked woman at that. 

I rolled over, starting to scramble to the far side of the bed, away from him. I'd no sooner started my scramble when a hand latched onto my ankle, holding me on the bed. I was on all fours facing away from him. His other hand came down on the back of my neck, stopping me from moving.

"Nice positioning," he said. "I couldn't have arranged it better if I'd tried. Now hold still."

He let go my ankle and his hand slapped against my bottom. It wasn't hard. You could almost call it a friendly slap. I felt it and jerked a little, but it didn't hurt. I did however resent him being so familiar.

I hadn't known just how familiar he was going to get. His hand slid over my bottom and rubbed down over my mound. It settled there, rubbing back and forth.

"Stop that. What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" I yelped at him.

"I told you. Warming your bottom," he replied. His hand lifted and came down with another casual slap on my bottom, again sliding across my cheek and finding my mound, which he proceeded to rub again.

"You can't do this to me," I protested angrily.

Another casual slap and some more determined rubbing of my pussy. Apparently he could do this to me. I was writhing under his touch, trying to get my pussy out of harm's way, but he just kept on feeling me.

"That is not the accepted way of spanking someone," I said bitterly, feeling another gentle slap and knowing where his hand would finish up.

"Whoever said anything about spanking?" he asked, sounding surprised, the swine. "I just said I'd warm it up, and that's what I'm doing. I can feel the heat."

His hand was cupped over my mound. Any heat he could feel was not coming from my bottom.

"All right, I'll turn the music down. Even better, I'll turn it right off." I was willing to concede anything at this stage.

So, having won his point, of course he immediately released me. I wish. I got another slap on the bottom, and that one smarted. This was followed by a slap on the pussy. I could have stood that, even though it made my lips tingle, but he left his hand where it landed and started doing things with it.

"Take your fingers out of there," I squealed. "I said I'd do it. Leave me alone."

"I'm thanking you," he said. "It's the gentlemanly thing to do."

"Just stop it," I snarled. "You're no gentleman - Oh my goodness."

I'd turned my head to glare at him. My personal opinion is that men's pyjamas should have closable flies. His, um, his thing was sticking out in a most aggressive manner. I very hurriedly looked away.

"What's wrong now?" he asked.

"Um, your, ah, you're sticking out of your pyjamas," I muttered. 

There was a moment silence than a laugh.

"I see. So I am. I suppose you'd rather I put it in?"

"Of course I want it in," I snapped. "It's disgusting."

I knew, I just knew, that I'd said the wrong thing. This was emphasized when I felt him moving onto the bed behind me.

"Don't you dare," I wailed, knowing I was way too late.

His erection was pressing against me. My pussy was hot and wet from all the attention he'd been giving it. When he pressed against me, my pussy just caved in, letting him past without any resistance whatsoever. He just kept on pressing forward and my passage opened up to let him pass as though he was waving a magical key. It had been a while since I'd had a boyfriend and my passage was tight and that slowed him down not one whit. All it did was emphasize to me that he was there and I could feel him moving deep inside me.

His loins slapped against me and there was a moment of stillness and silence, except for that damned music.

His voice broke the silence. 

"I'm sorry," he said.

I couldn't believe it. He was apologising? Although I wasn't sure if that counted as he still had his dick in me. It turned out that I was getting ahead of myself.

"I've been neglecting these," he said, and his hands reached around and captured my breasts. 

I, of course, was instantly embarrassed. My nipples were hard, and he noticed. He didn't say anything, but he noticed. I could tell from the way he lightly pinched them.

So of course things promptly got worse. I have quite a variety of music on the playlist I had running and it was on random, and it randomly selected a slow ballad. 

I heard him chuckle and then he was moving, using his cock to conduct the music. The singer sang away, mourning his lost love, and Leon thrust into me, moving at the same slow tempo. I had to respond and we just swayed together, moving almost dreamily to the music. 

Why do ballads go for so long? We just moved along, the music plucking at my heart while his cock was doing dreadful things deep inside me. I wanted to scream but found myself just moaning softly, excitement burning within me, totally aroused.

Eventually the ballad tailed away, and I hope the rotten singer never finds his love. The next song came on and I groaned.

"Have a lot of these nice slow ballads?" Leon asked, not having to adjust his pace in the slightest.

Too many, was my opinion. What I wanted was a nice fast rock and roll song, something that would make Leon get a move on. The slow sweet torture continued. Leon was pushing in deep with every thrust and I could feel it with every nerve I possessed. My arousal and excitement were total, screaming at me for something more, and I was passing the message on to Leon with a touch of desperation in my voice.

"But you like this music," was his response. "It would be a shame to waste it by hurrying."

"Waste it," I wailed. "I can listen to it again another day."

Why should he listen to me? He hadn't heard anything else I had to say. 

He carried on, while I gasped and moved with him, desperate for something to change. Something did, the music, the new song being even slower and dreamier than the first two. (I had wanted music to help me sleep, after all.)

"This will never do," Leon whispered in my ear. "I hate this song. We'll just ignore it."

Just like that he switched from conducting the music to applying a battering ram to my pussy. He banged in hot and fierce and I gave a yelp and responded the same way. My pussy was almost singing with delight and I had to bite my lip to make sure I didn't. 

Things didn't last much longer with him taking me like that. My excitement went off the charts, exploding through me and carrying me away, revelling in the climax that hit me.

I just sagged down onto the bed, exhausted, feeling Leon slump down next to me.

After a few moments Leon got to his feet, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me up as well.

"First things first," he said. "Turn of that music before half the building wakes up and comes knocking on your door."

That was easily done, but then I found him escorting me towards the front door.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded.

"This place is like a sauna," I was informed. "Across the hall I have an apartment with working air conditioning. I'm going to take you over there, give you a cool shower, because right now you're sticky and smelly, and then put you on a bed near the air conditioner so you can get some sleep. You're not going to get any in here."

Air conditioning? I could live with that.

"Ah, thank you, but. . ." I started, feeling that I should refuse.

"Don't thank me yet," he said quickly. "Wait until you're feeling cool and clean and rested. Then you can thank me properly."

Arrogant swine! Did he really think I'd 'thank him' just because of some air conditioning? And a cool shower. And a chance to actually get some sleep. I could always decline to 'thank him' in the morning, couldn't I?



A hot Night at Home



Kara stared at Jhon while he watched the T.V. After five years of marriage, they went from xxx to PG in no time. Kara sat and wondered what happened. She thought about the way Jhon used to touch her in a way that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and sighed to her self, remembering the kinky things they used to do. 

Jhon glanced over at her. He was thinking the same thing. He switched off the T.V. Kara opened her eyes and looked at Jhon. He had an old familiar look in his eyes, like the kind he used to get. 

"Why don't we go to bed?" Kara asked.

"That's not what I was thinking," Jhon said and stood up. He went over to Kara and picked her up off the couch and carried her to the bedroom, and threw hwr down on the bed. 

"Jhon, what are you doing," Kara asked. "Ssshhh, what do you think I'm doing," he replied. He climbed over Kara, and kissed her. While doing this, he worked his hand down to Kara's skimpy nightshirt. He pulled it over her head, throwing her hair out of place, but revealing the killer 36d rack that attracted him to her. He began to suck and nibble the hard red nipples. Kara couldn't help but moan. She unbuttoned Jhon's shirt and tore it off him. She pulled off his boxers, showing his bare erect cock. John stopped sucking her tit and looked at her beautiful face. Than she pushed him off her and laid him on his back. She took his cock in her mouth, and began to suck. She suck hard and fierce, causing Jhon to yell in pleasure. Than he did what knew would get her going faster.

"Come on slut, you little whore. Oh Oh yeah mmnn right there babe come on tramp," saying dirty things like that always made her go. She tried to swallow him.

"Oh shittt, I'm cumming," he yelled and soon his cum squirted in her mouth. She swallowed the tasty cream greedily. Than she came up when her juices could flow no more. She laid on her back out of breath. But Jhon wasn't done yet. He pulled off her painties, revealing her soaked pussy. He started to lick it. He moved his tongue slowly inside her, making her body tremble. She started to flow more, and was yelling and moaning.

"Oh yes oh yeah oh oh oh oh GGOODD yyesss oh mmmnnnn oh baby come on eat my pussy jhon, come on baby," she cried out. She was enjoying it so much," I'm cuming!" She yelled out, and her juices flowed out, spraying Jhon with her sweet juices. He licked em up, enjoying her cream. Than he quickly replaced his tong with his cock. He stuck his huge gorging dick in her tight pussy. Kara gasped, and started to rock back and forth with him. She rotated her hips to get him in faster, and he loved it. Than, he flipped her over so that she was on top of his dick.

"Now ride like the fucking little whore you are." And she did. She started off slowly, than faster and faster until she was jumping up and down on his cock, trying to get him in further.

"Ah AH AH OOOHHH YYYESSS MMMNN OH SHIT YEAH FUCK ME HARD BABY," he yelled. Soon she collapsed and was panting.

"Oh Jhon," she said," can we do that again?"



A Hot Night In A Club



Oh my god! It was seven o clock and I had less than an hour and a half before we were due to meet, I was nervous, and I hadn’t had a shower or anything…ok girl pull yourself together and get going.

I left work after having to stay behind to tend to a cut on one of the horses, all the way home I was thinking about meeting you, and how it would be to talk to you face to face and not in front of the monitor. We had talked for what seemed ages and I thought I knew you pretty well, we had both been honest about things and had finally decided to meet up, just as mates, but I was hoping that if things went well, then it could progress from just being mates.

I arrived home at 7.20 and barged through the door, threw my coat and bag down and headed for the shower; it was going to be a rush to get ready and be on time so I quickly washed my hair and soaped up my body with my favourite shower gel.

After I had finished I dressed and put my make up on, looking at my watch before flying back out of the door it was 8.15 pm, and if I hurried I could be there in time. I caught a cab and told him that I wanted to go into reading town centre, for we were due to meet in Yaytzees, a pub in the corner of the town, it was friendly in there and they always had music playing. Good for awkward silences if there were any.

The cab pulled up outside and I paid him and headed for the door, I can’t believe I was nervous, it was quite funny really, I’m normally such an outgoing person, but at the same time can be painfully shy the first time I meet someone.

I smoothed my hair down and pushed the door to the bar open, I immediately saw you sitting with some of your friends in the corner, I decided to get a drink first, I ordered a drink from the bar and sat on one of the stools watching you and your friends laugh and joke. You were very handsome, no doubt about that, your dress sense was good and your hair was done to perfection! A man who takes a pride in his appearance is such a turn on.

I finished the drink ordered another and then started to make my way over to where you where sitting, “Hi, how are you” I said to your back, I think you recognised the voice, even though we haven’t spoken on the phone before. You turned round to face me with that huge smile of yours and I just melted!

“How you doing, sit down these are my mates” I sat and the group conversation carried on for a while before most of them left to dance. It was the first time I had spoken to you alone all night and was hoping that they would take their time on the dance floor. We sat and talked about most things that normal people talk about and I had a huge urge to lean over and kiss you, I told myself to behave and that you would probably run of screaming if I were to try anything.

The night got later and later and the drink flowed freely until it was suggested that we join the others on the dance floor, I agreed and made my way there, you following behind. We danced for a while and the alcohol was definatly taking effect on me, the thoughts running thorough my mind at that moment were very sexual and my body moved almost effortlessly to the music and I just couldn’t help thinking about you and how much I wanted to be in your arms, to feel your body next to mine, I wanted to be held by you, but I wasn’t sure of your feelings, and I didn’t want to make an arse of myself.

The music changed suddenly into something a bit slower and most people left the floor, I looked over to you with a sort of ”shall we” look and you nodded with a huge smile on your face, I moved towards you and slid my hands around you, you were taller than me so my head fell onto your chest which is where it stayed the entire time we danced, I could feel your heart beating and with each beat, I was getting more and more turned on, the feel of your arms around me was wonderful and I wished that I could have stayed there for a long time, but, the music ended and we left the dance floor, it was nearly time for last orders and the lads were panicking about getting the beers in, I sat in the corner watching you, you weren’t like the others, you were quieter but somehow had so much more presence, the dance we had seemed to break the ice between us and as the others were sat finishing their round we sat huddled in the corner, with my hand on your thigh, it was all I could do to stop from stroking up the inside of your leg with my hand.

The plan of action was to go onto a club, I was game for this and so was everyone else, so we hailed the taxis and jumped in, in the taxi with us were two of your mates, so I had to behave, I couldn’t wait to get into the club and sort of lose everyone, and get some proper dancing done. We paid our fee and hung up our coats, at the bar we ordered drinks and found somewhere to sit, the music was pumping and my mind was racing, I was sat close to you and could feel the heat of your thigh next to mine, as the drinks where finished we all got up to dance. The song had a good beat and it wasn’t long before our bodies were wrapped up in each other moving to the music. I felt your arms slip around my waist and your grip tighten as you moved yourself closer to me.

Eagerly I moved my body against yours and sliding my hands a few inches lower until they were resting in the small of your back. The feeling of you so close to me was amazing and I closed my eyes and let my body move with you in time to the music, I could feel the heat from your groin against me and it was driving me wild, I looked up at you with a wicked smile and your face lit up.

I moved my face in closer to you and I could smell your fragrance. You leaned down into me and looked at me with a gaze that grabbed my attention.

You smiled as you moved closer and before I knew it, your lips were on mine, kissing me softly, I responded gently and the feel of your warm soft lips on mine was electrifying and I could feel the dampness between my legs start to grow, I had been so turned on all night and was waiting for this moment.

With ought even thinking about it my hands moved down and pulled you closer to me, your hands were moving over my back as our tongues explored each other and our bodies moved sexily to the beat, the song finished and I gently pulled back from you, I couldn’t help but have a huge grin on my face, and I expect I looked like the cat that had got the cream.

I wanted more of you and I knew I would have to wait, but I took you by the hand into the corner of the club where I pulled you close to me once again, I could see your mates looking and I said “let them look, they might learn something” we both erupted in laughter and I rested my head against you, I was feeling quite dizzy, a mixture of excitement and drink.

It wasn’t long before we were locked in a passionate embrace again, and as you moved into me I could feel that your cock was hard against my leg, I wasn’t surprised, as I knew the wetness between my legs was not going away either.

As your tongue moved in and out of my kiss, my hands explored your body, you had a firm body that was smooth and I so wanted to get my hands on skin, I ran my hand down and slightly lifted your shirt, I ran my hand back up and across your back, gently using my nails on your hot skin, I felt you shudder and the tiny Goosebumps that came up told me you liked it, I continued my attack on your back making sure every inch was covered by my hands.

I could feel you start to explore me, your hands moving across my back and up to my neck, your hands stroked my neck in feather light touches and a shiver ran down my back making the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up, this encouraged you even more and you stopped kissing me and started to trace your fingers gently over my face and down my neck, down to the point where my breast peeked over the top of the dress I was wearing, I was getting very hot and wondered how far I could push it in the club. 

While you were using your hands to make sure none of me was left untouched I moved my body so that your cock was next to my thigh, I then started to slide slowly up and down your body so that my leg was now rubbing your rock hard cock, I could feel the heat and the hardness as I moved across it, I heard you moan slightly and your hands began wondering over my body once more, your hot hands felt so good on my skin and I wished we could be some place else right now, so I could discard you of your clothes and make love to your hot sexy body. I wanted you so badly that my body ached.

I could feel you pressing yourself into my thigh as I ground it against you and quickly I replaced my thigh with my hand, u looked shocked at first, but then smiled a gorgeous smile, letting me know that it was ok. You were so hard I thought you were going to explode; I could feel the blood pumping around your cock and so wanted to free it from the pressures of your jeans. Using my hand to rub you I lent in to kiss you, small soft kisses, gentle kisses, nibbling kisses. I knew I had to stop or that I would take it too far, so I broke away from you gently making an excuse about needing a drink…

While at the bar I could feel I was flushed and knew I had that look on my face which means I need loving! I returned to you to find you sat down with your mates laughing about something, as I handed you your drink I gave you a deep sexy stare that was basically meant to mean “I want you, and I want you now!” I think it must have worked as you finished your drink quickly and made some excuse about having to leave early and was I coming? Well of course I was coming!

We walked out the club after grabbing our coats and hailed a taxi to take us back to your place, in the taxi I had my hand on your leg and this time I was not shy about letting my hand stroke you or the hardness that lay there either.

Once inside your house, you did the polite thing and asked me if I wanted a coffee. 

Hmm coffee I shook my head slowly and pointed to you, beckoning you towards me, you moved slowly over to where I was sitting and I placed my hands around your hips, I started to run my hands over your firm butt and back round to where the obvious mound in your jeans was.

I undid your belt and looked up at you to see the look on your face before continuing

The look was one of approval, so slowly I unzipped your jeans and slid them off of your body. Your hard cock sprang out wanting to grab my attention, but I ignored it and started to stoke my way down your stomach, planting small kisses and gently running my tongue over your firm flesh.

I tugged down your boxers and had my first look at your magnificent tool, it was beautiful with a large head on it, and I couldn’t wait to sink my mouth down onto it.

I ran my fingers over your length and gently wrapped my hand around the thickness,

I moved slowly and lightly at first moving my hand along your hard cock while gently tugging on your balls with my free hand, I was still gently planting kisses over you and I could tell that you could be quite ticklish, so decided to concentrate all my attention to your cock that was in my hand, I stopped stroking you and moved my face inches from your cock, as I glanced up I could see that your eyes were shut and I knew you were enjoying it as much as I was.

I bent forward and planted a kiss right on the tip of your length, u jumped slightly at the touch which made your hips buck forward. I covered your cock and balls in light kisses, before running my tongue down the entire length of your hot throbbing cock, once every inch had been covered, I moved my way up to the head and slowly and gently I sank my wet warm mouth down onto you, a heard a small moan come from you, which only made me hotter and more determined to make you cum, I played with your balls and moved my mouth down on you, slowly at first making sure I swallowed your entire length each time I went down.

I reached around with my left hand to caress your back and buttocks and could feel that your muscles had tightened and you must be close to coming, I sped up the actions on your cock, and sucked harder each time my mouth moved on you, your hands reached round the back of my head and pulled me closer to you with each trust, your hips started to move in time with my sucking and I could feel your balls tighten, I kept up the pace while my fingers explored your balls, suddenly I felt your whole body tighten as you started to come, a loud groan was coming from you as you pumped your hot sticky cum from your balls, I gazed up at you in delight and your face was flushed from the orgasm, you looked sexy standing there, your cock was still hard and I couldn’t wait for another turn to make you come.

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A Hot Night in Frankfurt



A note from the Author: This is a true story, more or less. Remember that we're talking about twenty years ago, and some aspects of the story had to be fabricated for the enjoyment of you, the reader. I was in the Army and the trip to Frankfurt did take place. The Red Light District, and this whorehouse in particular, is just like I described, to the best of my knowledge. I did have sex with an Asian prostitute, and she looked exactly like I wrote. Why I can still remember the color of her thong, is beyond me. What's even stranger, is she did actually do all those out of the norm things to me, and yes, she did cum, several times. I'm not kidding when I say it was the best piece of ass I ever paid for; why else would I remember her after twenty years? Enjoy the story, and thanks for reading. 

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My first overseas tour was in 1989, with the U. S. Army's Third Infantry Division, stationed in Southern Germany. Yeah, that was back when there was still an East and West Germany, and the Russian hoard sat poised on the border just waiting to obliterate democracy the first chance they got. In retrospect, it seems that we've done a pretty fair job of that by ourselves, now.

I was an armor crewman on an M1A1 Main Battle Tank, with a life expectancy of around five minutes or less, or so the experts said, if we did ever go to war with the old Warsaw Pact. Fortunately, we never saw that very possible future come to pass. Because of this hard reality of life though, soldiers like me were forced to come face to face with their own mortality at a young age, bathed in a violent world of blood and steel.

It should come as no surprised that we lived for the moment, frequently overindulging in the avarice that a fine country like Germany had to offer. Sex and nudity was much more open and accepted than in the States, but so was legalized prostitution. It was just one more service offered to a man in need, and nothing more. Throw in some of the best beer in the world, and you have the classic recipe for the time of your life.

Germany was the perfect place for a twenty-year-old kid like I'd been back then, wild and full of piss and vinegar, with a steady paycheck that more than met my needs for a weekend of non-stop partying with my friends. First we'd hit a bar, then a whorehouse or strip-club, and by the way you can fuck the strippers after a dance, and then back to another bar. That was pretty much the pattern until the cash ran out. It wasn't uncommon for us to blow an entire month's pay in a single weekend, but on this particular instance, my funds had been limited.

Me and my roommate, and a few other guys I hung with, decided to take a train up to Frankfurt on a long weekend so I could show them the sites, in a manner of speaking. This wasn't my first time here, and I knew the drill. I'd traveled all about Europe as a civilian, fucking the international pussy parade for years already, thanks to my old man working for a big overseas company.

After spending a few hours getting primed at one club or another, we finally decided it was time to get laid. Of course this was the part I'd been waiting for. I loved to fuck, and doubted if I would ever get my fill of tearing up a chuck of delectably soft pussy every chance I got. Go balls deep and make'em squeal; wasn't any other way to do it in opinion. It didn't matter if she was a whore I had to pay or not; the way I saw it, you were paying for it one way or another, so why not do it with no strings attached? Besides, the whores were cleaner than the majority of the skanks the frequented the GI dominated clubs, anyway.

If you've ever been to the Red Light District of Frankfurt, you know exactly what I mean when I say, that it's an experience you won't soon forget. Both sides of the road are lined with five story tall, apartment-like buildings that stretch for blocks, with a small red or yellow light in every window. There are hundreds of lights, and each one of them is the precursor to a willing treasure that will do anything you want for the right price. Like I said, this wasn't my first time here and I explained the rules of the game to my anxious friends.

On the first two floors is where you find the prime rib, and choicest cuts of meat. German girls mostly, with a mixture of other white Europeans mixed in. Hell, I even ran across an American girl once, whoring her way through University. Of course I did my civic duty, contributing to her education for about a half-hour. I'm so thoughtful, aren't I? I'll save that story for later, though.

So, back to the Frankfurt whores of the first floor. They were all beautiful, almost every damn one of them, blonde or brunette usually, with perfect bodies and the looks that made you wonder why they weren't in professional modeling, but the price reflected it. For a thirty-minute fuck, it usually ran in the ballpark of 100 to 120 Deutsche Marks. That was about seventy dollars back then, a hefty price by itself, but in addition to that, everything from a blowjob to a change of positions other than missionary, cost extra. The Frankfurt whores were prudent businesswomen in every sense of the word, and time was money.

My friends and I split up at some point, as the door to door shopping for willing flesh continued on my part. Once you've been to a place like this, you don't ever forget the smell either: it's a combination of cigarette smoke and sickly sweet perfume, that barley overshadows the aroma of freshly fucked pussy and rampant sex.

I had a raging hard on for some of the prettiest girls Frankfurt had to offer, but unfortunately my lack of funds pushed me onward and upward. The higher you went, the lower the quality, or desirability of the women was, for the most part. I was going to have to settle for a mid-range piece of ass tonight.

The third and forth floor was where you found the Asian women; Filipino or Korean I think, but I usually didn't bother to ask. If you wanted to settle for a homely white girl, maybe a little overweight, they were there too. All depends on your taste, I suppose.

I'd set foot on the fifth floor one time and one time only. The humid stench of unwashed bodies, mingled with the fetid reek of surprisingly, frequent sex, made your nose wrinkle in disgust. The smell alone was more than enough to discourage any further exploration on my part, even if the cost was next to nothing.

So, there I was wondering the third floor, browsing the array of smiling, beckoning Asian women like I was at the grocery store, when one of them caught my eye. I don't know, maybe it was the fact she had a coy, subdued expression, barely standing outside her door, unlike the others with their the wolf-like demeanor and vigorous competition to entice me into selecting them.

She was a small thing with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and lightly tanned skin shrouded in the meager trappings of a neon lime thong and bikini top. I doubt she weighed more than a hundred pounds at most, bordering a little on the bony side. Of course she had dark eyes, with the slight curve to them that gave all women from that part of the world an exotic, smoky look of perpetual lust. I stopped in front of her with a thin smile that said I'd be making an offer to her.

It wasn't that she was that good looking, but not ugly either, her looks reflected the mid range price, if nothing else. Either way I was drawn to her, and the air of either uncommonly real or masterfully faked innocence she portrayed. Maybe she was new to the business, who knows?

"Hi."

"Hello." Her voice was soft, and sweet as sweet. Just the way her pussy is going to feel.

"What's your name?" I didn't usually bother to ask, but it just seemed like the natural thing to do at the time. I almost felt like I was trying to pick her up at a bar, instead of negotiating the price of a fuck.

"Maleah." Damn, she has a sexy voice and those eyes...

"Pretty name." She smiled bashfully, looking a way. "So how much?"

"Forty Mark."

I almost did a double take. Thirty bucks? That was cheaper then I expected, and more than a fair price; I would have gone much higher, for a piece of her ass tonight.

I gave her a feral-like grin, matching the large oriental tiger tat covering my left bicep. "All right, forty it is." She took my hand and closed the door behind us. I'd never bedded an Asian girl before, but it looked like Maleah would be the first to grace the long list of women I've had in my life.

The room didn't look or smell any different than the others I'd visited in the past; gaudy, fluffy pillows covered a double bed and small couch, dominating the cheap bordello appearance it was meant to portray. And once again, there was always the smell of concealed sex beneath the air freshener and strong perfume that women like Maleah wore to hide the truth of their profession.

I handed over the money and she smiled with a mouth full of small, pearl whites, stashing it away in a lock box on her dresser with a slit opening on the top. "Please sit, would you like a beer?"

I eased into the couch with a look of confused stupidity. I'd never been offered a beer, or anything for that matter, other than the 'take of your clothes and fuck me' speech. Remember that time is money for women in her line of work.

"Ah, sure, sounds good. Thanks."

She handed me a Heineken from the small refrigerator in the corner of her room, before taking a seat next to me. Much to my surprise, we bullshitted away ten or fifteen minutes with polite, idle chatter. I'd been right, she was Filipino, and like most other immigrants that came to Germany, she had hopes of doing something with her life other then the wasting it away in some jerkwater, small town making ten bucks a week in an industrial sweat-shop. I doubt being a whore was what she had in mind, though.

From time to time her small hand came to rest on the inside of my thigh, or her fingers gently ran through the back of my high and tight, brown hair while we talked. This chick was really blowing my mind; it was like she actually wanted to get to know me, before I crawled between her legs.

The time for pleasantries had passed after I finished my beer. I stood, beginning to undress, following Maleah's lead. I let out a soft whistle of approval when her thong slipped down those caramel-smooth legs of hers. By the looks of it, she had one of the trimmest little pussies I'd seen in a long time too, and definitely not what I expected between the legs of a whore.

It was slightly darker then the rest of her skin, and shaved except for a tiny little bush about the size of my pinky finger on her pubis. I could just barely see the hint of her rippled hood and budding clit, overtop the soft pink of her inner lips that poked out at me like the inviting kiss of an expectant lover. Even her breasts where different then I was accustomed to, like two delectable apples waiting to be plucked, small and perky with dark, erect nipples. They were the perfect handful of tender flesh waiting to fill the palm of my hand.

She whispered softly with unintelligible words, taking my hands, pushing them to my sides as she started to undress me. I was left pretty much speechless at this point; it was starting to feel more and more like she was my girlfriend, than a paid sex worker.

I was naked now except for my underwear, heart beating with restrained lust for a perfect stranger. Maleah followed the path of my underwear down my legs, going to her knees. My cock instantly grew ridged, staring her in the face with a shimmering tip. It was funny, but I thought I saw the trace of a concealed smile of excitement, behind her dark eyes.

I've never had any complaints from a woman in the past. I knew I was above average with a solid eight inches of thick, pussy stretching cockflesh, with a slight downward bend. Thing was, that I knew how to work it as well. A woman never went away hungry for want, from my dinner table.

What the fuck? Maleah's slim fingers wrapped tightly wound my vein-covered shaft and she leaned in, running the tip slowly across her pouting lips, before it disappeared from view with a heavenly sigh. First off I didn't pay her for this, and second, a whore never sucked you off without a condom on. I was so hot by now, that I didn't even think about the possible threat it poised.

"Oh shit..." My hand instinctively went to the top of her head, while it moved back and forth below me, devouring the full length of my cock with increasing depth and vigor. This chick's really getting into it.

She rolled the engorged head between her tongue and cheek, working my shaft with a rotating pattern in her small hand, opposite the movement of her slurping mouth. Not bad... Most women had trouble taking me all the way without gagging, and any chance I got for a deep throat blowjob, was an extra bonus the way I saw it.

I usually had pretty good control, but Maleah had me so worked-up it felt like I was about to blow a load in her mouth at any second. But then again she was a pro; I knew that now after the way she teased me to the point of no return over and over again, slowing down or even stopping every so often, while looking up at me with a pair mischievously, smiling eyes.

"You have a big dick; I like American dick," she coed, kissing the tip again.

"Yeah," I chuckled shaking my head. "I can see that."

Soon enough my pleasurable torture ended, as she rose, guiding me to her bed. All I could think about was pounding the bottom out of this pretty, little whore as hard as I could, without hurting her.

I waited for Maleah to assume the normal position on her back, but she had other plans for me. She slowly pushed me down, and I slid back until my head came to rest on her pillow. She gave a cute little smirk, eyeing my ridged dick that stood at attention, waiting impatiently for what I'd paid her for.

She took a condom from her nightstand, lying across my legs and began putting it on. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. We both knew she was suppose do this before I got hard, that was the house rule, but it was a little late for that. Well, it was a lot late for that actually. Good thing she remembered though, because my mind had been pretty much reeling for the last half-hour or so with how things were turning out. To tell you the truth, I don't think I actually cared whether I wore one or not.

The state-sanctioned whores were tested regularly, and had a health card to prove it, but it still wasn't a prudent choice to take the chance of not using one, even if it were a house option. Some STD's can't be fixed with a simple visit to sick call on Monday morning. Kind of funny how a stiff dick can make you forget things like that, from time to time.

With her task complete, Maleah crawled up my legs and took a position over me, easing down on my cock with shallow gulps that grew deeper, splitting her open like a ripe, juicy melon. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as the last inch or so disappeared from view.

She sat motionless for a moment, leaning forward with her hands on my chest, eyelids fluttering seductively, while she adjusted to the sensation of being completely stuffed. Damn it felt good, when she slowly began bucked her hips back and forth, ridding in the saddle like she'd waiting for this moment all day. Once again, I didn't pay for this position, as would normally be the case.

I took hold of her narrow hips, letting her do the work for now, as the silky heat of her boiling cunt messaged every inch of me with deliberate enthusiasm. She was even tight much to my surprise, and I swore the rippling grip of her inner muscles were trying to suck not only the cum from my balls, but steal my soul with it's heavenly attention.

The bedsprings began to squeak in the background, and our breathing grew ragged in unison. She was ridding me for all she was worth after a few minutes, snapping her hips forward, accompanied with quick, panting gasps. Damn she looks sexy... There were very few things sexier than having a woman ride you desperately hard, as far as I was concerned. Tonight I wanted more from my Asian slut then that, though.

I slid my hands up her supple back, pulling her down to me. Her eyes briefly opened, wide and unfocused. She shut them just as quickly with a stuttering cry, when the first of my hard-driving, deep upward thrusts slammed into her. I wish I could say she had a big set of tits that bounce out of control, ruthlessly jostled from the pounding of her body, but that best I got was her questionable B cup's wiggling furiously in my face.

The sound of slapping flesh that filled the small room gradually grew wetter, and that's when it hit me. Son of a bitch; she's actually getting off on it!

Maleah was wet as hell now, and that wasn't supposed to happen with a whore. This only made me fuck her all the harder. It wasn't love, or anything close to it, not with a professional tramp like this. It was a pure, unadulterated desire to cum with each ball-slapping thrust that beat the time of my hunger against her ass. I guess she liked it hard and fast, because that's what finally set her off.

Maleah entire body tensed, and the vice-like contractions that gripped my cock were unmistakable. She was cumming.

"Oh fuck," I growled, pushing harder against the growing wall of impenetrable pussy flesh. Maleah screeched, arching her back with a vision of unbridled ecstasy scored across her face. That's when my cock shot free with a slurping pop, followed by the musky warmth of a female cum shower spraying across my groin and thighs.

My nostrils flared from the thick, heavenly aroma, as I reached around her tiny ass, trying to guide myself back inside her. She was still cumming like a trickle of pheromone pleasure, and it immediately coated my hand. There was no way in hell I was going to get back inside her yet, not in that Venus Fly Trap pussy, until she was good and finished.

Maleah was breathless, coming down off the sexual high that I'd unleashed so unexpectedly, as her impressive multi-orgasm finally subsided. Beads of rapturous perspiration dotted her forehead, making small trails down her nose and cheeks. She smiled with quivering lips, running her tongue across them, clutching desperately at my hard pecks with trim fingernails, above my pounding chest.

I'd worked up a damn good sweat by now as well, and that familiar burning ache in my hips had started to set in. It was time to switch things around a bit.

I leaned up grabbing her upper arms, twisting Maleah off me as I sat up. She instantly started to move into a position on her back.

"No, roll over on your stomach." She looked at me oddly for a moment, before doing just that, spreading her peanut butter ass cheeks to me like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

"Do you want to fuck me in the ass, now?" I blinked back numbly; I wasn't expected her to say that.

Normally I would have taken her up on the offer, because there's something almost bestial about fucking a woman in the ass, and hearing the whimpering moans that come along with it. I liked it, and the power it gave me over a woman, but I was to far gone for playing games any longer; I wanted to cum, and I wanted to do it deep in her cunt.

"No, but keep your ass spread, I like how it looks." Actually, I just like to watch myself fucking, period.

I moved forward straddling Maleah's glistening pussy, drenched with excitement-filled moisture. Her engorged labia were spread slightly, baring the deep red interior of her anxious cock holster. Damn she has a nice looking pussy. Through chance of fate, or just plain luck, I'd actually found a whore that didn't have a ruined, stretched out, Arbeys roast beef sandwich looking snatch. It this my lucky night, or what?




A Hot Night in Frankfurt



Maleah moaned into her pillow, when I buried my entire length with a slow and steady penetration, pulling her ass tightly between my legs, locking my arms in front of her hips so she couldn't move. She was mine now, and wasn't going anywhere until I was finished with her. This was how I liked to fuck at the end, and it wouldn't be until years later that I learned why. It was my position of total control over a woman, of complete and willing submission as I took her like a bitch in heat. It was all about assuming my natural place of dominance over a woman.

And so it began. I fucked her like an out of control jackhammer, hard and fast while her bed rocked in protest like it was about to come apart. Her body was no different either; it reeled under my incessant barrage with her head and ponytail flopping about wildly beneath me.

Maleah groaned in stuttering gasps, taking hiccup-like breaths, unable to breathe any other way. She'd given up trying to keep her ass spread, clawing at the sheets in front of her instead. That was when I grabbed hold of her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand, pulling her head back. She didn't seem to mind the rough treatment, or utter a single word of complaint; instead, she came.

"That's it you whore, cum all over my dick," I growled through clenched teeth, fucking her like she owed me money. "Fuck, your pussy feels good!"

Even with a rubber on, and the slight loss of sensation from alcohol, this was some of the best store bought pussy I'd ever had. I was going to make sure this little Asian slut had something to remember me by tonight, and for a few days to come I would imagine.

After a good fifteen minutes of beating the crap out of her cunt like a punching bag, I felt it; the tightening of my balls and the slight tickle at the head of my cock. I think she realized it too, pushing back against me, bucking her hips to milk my balls like a true professional.

"Tell me you want me to cum inside you," I managed to gasp, as beads of sweat continued to drip from my face, landing on Maleah's back. Usually it was the whores telling you to cum because your time was running out.

"Cum in my pussy," she moaned softly like a seductively broken record, fueling my desire even more. I love to hear a women beg for it.

The sought after short strokes were the final precursor to my Forty Mark fuck, that had started well over an hour ago. With a final plunge I buried my cock against the place that all men long to be. I was at bottom, pushing hard against her cervix, as the first orgasmic blast traveled up my shaft, entering her body.

I timed the movement of my hips, thrusting into Maleah almost painfully, so she could feel every explosive geyser straining at the tip of the rubber. She wiggled her restrained hips, tightening around me like a velvet python trying to suck down every last drop from a much-needed conclusion. Her muted plea of 'cum in my pussy,' tapered off to a blissful sigh of 'oh yes.'

That was a big one, and it left me shaking and jittery. I gasped for air, still buried inside her. It felt like I must have cum a quart, and almost expected to see a broken tip of latex, and the head of my leaking cock, when I took it out of her.   Maleah began to roll over and I took my cue. Shows over folks, it's time to leave. I did catch a glimpse of her cunt before she closed her legs; it looked like a piece of raw, tenderized meat. To bad I'm wearing a rubber... I would have loved to see that cherry red center pool-up with a thick river of oozing, cum.

I eased off her, standing by the edge of her bed, and she leaned over unrolling the slick condom from my pulsing shaft. I'd been right in once sense; the tip was heavy and full with an impressive amount, making it sag and bounce in her hand. After disposing of it in the trash, Maleah gently cleaned my diminishing erection with a tissue.

"You want another beer?"

"Huh?" Maleah rolled out of bed, going to the refrigerator as I started to dress.

"Another beer?"

"Sure." Why the fuck not? I was thirsty as hell anyway, and needed a few minutes to catch my breath. "Sounds good."

I finished dressing and plopped down wearily on the couch again. Maleah unfolded a small towel to sit on, before handing me the beer and joining me. And just like before, we sat and talked away maybe ten minutes or so. This time it centered on the sex we'd just had.

It seemed that Maleah had a thing for Americans guys, all right. Apparently most of her clients were German, or other foreigners from places like Turkey or Pakistan for whatever reason, and according to her they were only five inches or so in length on average. Poor thing...

She hadn't been in the business long though, six months if I remember correctly, but had a newfound love of big meat from the land of mom and apple pie. Good thing I came by tonight to share mine with her, huh? She also took a liking to the natural air of confident arrogance, and controlled strength that most GI's had. You didn't go very far in my old line of work, without thinking you're the toughest motherfucker on the block, whether you really were or not.

I finished my beer and stood to leave, saying my goodbye. She leaned up to kiss me on the cheek, surprising me yet again. I liked her; this chick was all right. I pulled out my wallet and handed over all my remaining cash I had as a tip, except what I would need to get another beer or two, and a taxi. It was nearly double what I'd paid her in the first place tonight, but well worth it in my opinion.

You might be thinking to yourself, that she was playing me the entire time just to get some more cash out of me? Naw, that's not how things worked. She would have asked for a higher price it up front, and there was nothing stopping me from walking out the door after dressing, if I wanted to.

Maybe she was trying to hook up with me, instead? It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the girls over here, whether they were whores or not; they all wanted to marry an American meal ticket, that eventually took them to the promised land. No, I don't think so; she just liked me for whatever reason, and a forty Marks price tag was only a formality to get something we'd both wanted.

Did I ever see her again? Nope, never made it back that way again before leaving Germany, and I was married during my next tour of duty, so a trip up that way was definitely out of the question.

I never found another whore like Maleah again, having to settle for the local ones until I left, that had voices like a robots, impatiently telling you to cum so they could move on to the next guy, whomever that may be. I'll tell you what, very few women I've met over the years, whore or not, could ever hope to compete with Maleah in the sack. Two thumbs up to you in my book, wherever you may be.



A Hot Night in LA



Confused and jet-lagged, I strutted out of the arrivals entrance at LA international airport, pushing my luggage on a trolley and towing my handbag over my shoulder. I scanned the arrivals lounge for my brother, Drew. Apart from a photo he once sent me, I had no idea what he would look like. I slouched back onto one of my legs so that my blue dress revealed a little thigh. 

"Katie!" The strong twang of an American accent behind me startled me. 

I darted my head behind me, and had the first glimpse of my brother. He had an athletic figure dressed in a fawn shirt and baggy cargo pants. He had dark hair, simular to mine. And he was HOT. He was even hotter than in the photo he sent of himself to me. But I had to keep that thought to myself. 

He stretched out his arms, and I found myself enclosed in him against his chest. 

"How's my little sister?" 

"I was scared we wouldn't recognise each other." I told him. 

I felt so secure and connected with him. He smelt of cologne and a whiff of aftershave. His arms were strong around me. 

Drew had been born when my mother was very young and my parents weren't married yet. He was adopted out to my mother's best friend who lived in LA, although my family comes from sleepy remote Perth in Western Australia. I was born six years after Drew, and we'd chosen to become pen-pals. After he sent me his photo; I had dreamed about him and fantasised about him. Sometimes I would take his photo and stick it up on the bathroom wall so I could watch him as I fingered myself in the bath. I knew it was wrong, but at that stage it had only been a fantasy that I hadn't taken seriously, until he invited me to stay with him for a week at his place in LA. 

I withdrew my body away from Drew's. "That's a lot of luggage." He exclaimed, pushing the 'smart cart' for me. I watched his arms and mentally traced around his biceps and brachioradialis muscles. 

"Well, I stopped in Singapore and went shopping." I explained. When I was in Singapore, I had brought a pair of bikinis as I had been fantasising about Drew seeing me in them. 

Outside the terminal it was dark, 2am in LA time, and there were yellow taxis everywhere honking and people buzzing up and down in a wide variety of tongues pushing their trolleys. He led me around to a car park, and we got in the car. I feel asleep in the car on the way to Drew's place. He opened the car door, and I almost flopped over onto him. "We're here now," he said, "I've already brought your luggage in, its in your room."

He held my arm as I climbed out of the car. I had a suspicion that he was looking at my cleavage, and stuck my chest out more to display one of my more potent man-attracting features. I felt a little sensitive when he touched me.  He led me up some stairs to his guest room. 

"Jeez, you're exhausted." He said. I sat on my bed and started to unstrap my stiletos. "How do you wear these things on aeroplanes? Don't you fall over?" He asked. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be downstairs if you want to talk, It's 4am now so I mind as well stay up until work." 

He closed the door. The room was small and there was a window and a bed. I opened up one of my suitcases and pulled out a pink lingerie dress. It came down to the tops of my thighs, and I couldn't bend over in it without displaying my arse which is how wanted it. I carefully selected which pair of panties to wear with it. I choose a small white hipster pair that displayed a little bit of bum cheek. 

I wanted Drew. I embarked on going down the stairs to have a chat. 

Downstairs was open plan, and he was siting in a lounge chair with some reading glasses sipping a coffee. He looked sexy and smart with his glasses on. I needed to touch him. First I snuck around him to watch him unknowingly. Then I quietly placed myself on the couch opposite him. 

I smiled. "Drew, I thought I'd come down." I said shyly. 

He looked up, removing his spectacles "Good." He said. 

I sat with a leg hitched up upon my right knee, so that my white panties showed through a little. When I noticed him looking at my crotch, I crossed my legs obscuring the view to tease him. 

"You look cute in that night dress." He said. 

I gave a shy little girlish smile. "Can I have a cocoa?" I asked. 

"Help yourself."

As I got up, I kicked one leg over the other to be sure he got a full view of between my legs.I wondered into his kitchen; and could feel him eyeing me. 

I returned with my cocoa, and placed it on a table beside him. "Oh, what are you reading?" I asked innocently.

"Clockwork Orange." He replied, looking at me more than his book. 

I sat my arse beside him. When I glanced down at his crotch, I noticed a bit of a bulge. Cautiously, I placed my hand lightly on his knee to see what his reaction would be. He didn't wince, so I moved my hand up his leg a little more.  

Next I felt his hand on my knee. I could feel my skin going ultrasensitive. His hand was progressing slowly upwards. I continued to raise my hand up his leg until it was resting on his bulge. Then when his hand was resting on my crouch, I guided it into my panties with my hand so it stroked my swelling clit. His hands pinched either side of my bud, and he rubbed it between his fingers. It was a little sensitive for me, so I retracted his hand away from it and focused on planting a kiss on his lips. 

His lips encircled mine and he pushed me downwards underneath his body on the couch. I focused on undoing the zip of his cargoes as he continued to touch me. I felt his fingers encircling the entrance to my hot hole, and I quickly stroked the shaft of his cock rhythematically and encircled his head. I cupped his balls which felt fleshy and balloonish. Carefully I rubbed the area between his arse hole and balls. I didn't really know that much about men, but had read in a Cosmopolitan magazine that that area was super sensitive. 

His lips were coming off my mouth, and he drew them down my chin and then my neck, and stopped his lips in my clavicular space. The hairs on my neck were prickling up as I was becomming super sensitive. I could feel his body shaking like a leaf on top of me. I drew my legs apart slightly so I could feel the pressure of him on top of me. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pelvic floor was twitching for some more stimulation. 

Drew pulled my nighty over my head, so that my breasts were exposed. I wanted my whole body to be naked against his so we could be as close as possible. He drew a line down between my breasts with his tongue and stopped at my belly button as I giggled in ecstasy and drew my hands away from his crotch so I could focus on the sensations stronger. 

"Your so feminine." He told me. 

Impatient, I pushed his head downwards into my crotch as he took my panties all the way off.

"Your wet." He observed, "I will have to dry you off with my tongue."

His tongue was warm and wet against the space between my legs, and the muscles of his tongue seperated my lips so I could have more exposure to him. I was glad I had shaved myself to make the experience more enjoyable, even if walking for the next few days would be uncomfortable with the regrowth. I could feel my face twisting and torting with pleasure as he quickly lapped up my cunt and then pressed his tongue as far as it would go down my vagina. I could feel the electricity all through my body and then the strange insensitivity that overcomes me as I want it harder and faster. I lay there breathing and could feel my own heart beating against my rib cage as I relaxed again. My vaginal muscles were contracting heavily in a pounding motion. He had his face between my legs and was watching the opening and closing of my orgasm.

"You look beautiful when you come." He told me.

I lay for a few seconds, before I put my hand back down into his underwear. He had a bit of wetness in there already, which I'd read was called 'premature ejaculation' but hadn't had a chance for a full shoot yet. I felt a little unsure of what to do to make him feel good, but lightly palpated his testicles and then teased him by giving interludes with stroking his cock. Finally He pushed his body upwards and rested on his hands so I could slide underneath him and give him a proper job. I put his cock in my mouth and encircled it with my tongue, then thrusted it in and out of my mouth. I heard him moaning softly, but not crudely. Then his shaking got heavier as I felt his liquids squirting out into my mouth. I took a gulp and swallowed his cum product, and squiggled up so our heads were level again. He rested against me, still panting. 

"What if...." I tried to find words but didn't know how to phase it. I didn't know how to tell my own full brother how I felt about him. "What if...I love you...and want to do this more often?" 

"You can't be." He told me, "Your going home again next week, and then it all has to be over." 

"I've...Drew, I've always wanted this."

"But your my sister. Hun, I've thought of you...I think your beautfiul...but this is.."

"...incest..."

"Kinda, yeah." 

I lay there in his arms, struggling not to let a tear roll down my check as I thought on how unfullfilled my world would be without him. I wanted him more than anyone. 

We had sex again for the next six nights. But it ended on Tuesday, when i had to go back home to Perth. 

I've nothing left to remember him by excpet a photo of him in my wallet. 

Note: Next week I will write about the sexy cyber Drew and I have and a photo I send him. 



A Hot Night in Lanzerote



For a few years after my wife had got gangbanged on a Greek ferry we took our holidays at home, in order to avoid Susan getting out of hand whilst under the influence of cheap booze. Eventually we decided to go to Lanzerote in the Canary Islands. On our first three days there, the weather was glorious and we spent our days on the beach and our evenings in the hotel bar. 

The fourth day was overcast, so we took the bus to Costa Tequise to look round the very expensive shops. It was in one of those shops that my wife saw the bracelet, the one that she just had to have. I put my foot down and said no, as it would have taken all our spare holiday cash, but she wasn't convinced.

That night we were drinking in the hotel bar when she informed me that she would pay for the bracelet herself. She showed me a flyer from one of the big nightclubs which said, "Friday Night is Amateur Strip Night - Win 500 euros." 

"You are joking," I said. "You would be up against girls at least ten years younger than you, pretty young girls with pert boobs, long legs and tight little asses: they would laugh you off the stage." 

We did not realise that Juan the barman was listening to our conversation but he shook his head and said, " No Senor, you are wrong, all of the girls will be young and beautiful but they always look bored, dance without any enthusiasm and never take their panties off. Now your beautiful wife with her more rounded figure would drive the men wild. My brother is the manager of the club and I am sure that he would be prepared to give her some tips, that would ensure her success."

There was no stopping Sue now, and the next afternoon she went off with Juan to meet his brother at the club, while I lay on the beach sunbathing. It was a couple of hours before she returned, looking somewhat aroused and flustered, telling me that that she had the winnings in the bag. "It's all right getting your kit off in front of a couple of guys," I remarked, "but tomorrow night there will be about five hundred people in the club."

The next night Juan and I sat at the back of the club while Susan went off to get changed. The manager explained that the girl who got the loudest cheers would win and introduced the first contestant. The first two girls to take part were both English, and acted exactly as my barman friend described, totally lackluster performances ending up with their little thongs still in place.

They were followed by a very butch Dutch girl who used a large black dildo as a prop. She would have done well, except that most of the male clubbers knew that she was a dyke, because they had seen her round the resort with other lesbians.

That left one more competitor who my wife had to beat. A really pretty German girl with a superb figure. However, she made the mistake of teasing the audience by making out that she was going to drop her knickers, but instead wagged her finger at them, calling them "naughty boys." The result was that she got as many boos as cheers.

The love of my life then came on stage, clad in a white shirt, black leather mini skirt, black stockings and heels. She started dancing and it was quite obvious that her large boobs were not encased in a bra. She quickly lost the shirt and let the audience see her oversize chest jiggle every time she moved, her huge nipples sticking out like dustbin lids. The leather mini skirt quickly followed the shirt onto the floor, causing the watching hoards to gasp as they saw her clad in a tiny pair of red panties, stockings and heels.

The club manager then brought on a chair which Sue carefully sat on, keeping her knees tightly closed. She slowly eased the panties below her bottom, down her legs, until they were round her ankles. Then suddenly she whipped them off, threw them into the crowd and opened her legs wide. Not only that, but she wetted a couple of fingers and pushed them into her obviously aroused snatch.

I thought that the crowd would riot, the applause was so deafening, Susan had won the money for certain. As she left the stage the club manager announced that she had indeed won, and that she would be presented with the money in about an hour's time. 

Juan and I finished our drinks and then went backstage to congratulate her. We heard a lot of noise coming from the manager's office and walked in to find it full of horny men. Barmen, bouncers, other club workers, and even a couple of policemen were watching my naked wife getting fucked by the manager, on his desk. She was on her back with her feet almost touching her ears, moaning slightly as the randy Spaniard drove his large cock into her.

He lasted for about ten minutes before being replaced by not one but two guys, one hammering her pussy whilst his mate used her mouth. They worked in unison, one pistoning into her snatch, causing her to take more of the other guy's cock down her throat. All of the other men who were waiting their turn, laughed and cheered at my poor wife's situation, I knew that we were in for a long night.

The fucking seemed to go on for ever, as two guys climbed off her and the table, another two climbed on. Even Juan, my barman friend had his turn, taking my wife on her hands and knees. Just when I thought things could not get any worse they brought in the Dutch Dyke with her enormous black dildo. The guys were ecstatic when then saw Susan having to take the rubber monster into her much abused cunt.

The manager then realised that the only person in the room not to have got his rocks off was me. It was the most humiliating thing ever, when I was grabbed, had my pants pulled down and my reluctantly hard cock introduced into my Susan stretched and sore vagina. The muscles that controlled her pussy were so stretched that they had lost their elasticity, I could hardly feel her, she was that loose. Despite the fact that it was like shagging the Mersey tunnel I am ashamed to say that I came very quickly, adding my jism to the gallons already in her.

When she went out on stage to be presented with her winnings the bastards would not let her clean herself up, let alone get dressed. Her king size nipples were raw from all the sucking they had endured, her face and hair were covered in dried cum whilst a steady trickle ran down her legs from her loose and reddened vagina. If the five hundred spectators were excited before, they were over the moon now, as they saw my love paraded in front of them like a hooker who had done a year's work in one go.

She did get the money, she did buy the bracelet, but it took weeks before her pussy muscles went back to normal. After that episode I was determined to spend all our future holidays in somewhere quiet like Bournmouth, but I was wrong.



A Hot Night in Midsummer



When I walk into the room, I notice you immediately, sitting alone by the bar, looking deliciously sexy and provocative as you perch on your stool, daintily sipping your drink. I take in the gentle swell of your pert little breasts under your blouse, your nipples pushing against the silky fabric, and I think how nice it would be to suck and nibble them, making you wriggle with pleasure in anticipation of the delights to come. I notice that your complexion is pale olive, suggesting a Mediterranean origin, and I wonder if your temperament is as sultry as your appearance would suggest. Your long dark hair falls just below your shoulders, perfectly framing your beautiful face, your eyes dark and mysterious.

You hold your glass delicately with one hand; your fingers long and tapering with perfectly manicured nails, which I hope will be tracing their way down my spine before the night is much older. You sip slowly, your lips seeming to caress the rim of the glass. My eye falls to your legs, encased in dark nylon. They are crossed, and the hem of your black leather mini-skirt has pulled up slightly to reveal your stocking tops and just the hint of suspenders. As I watch you languorously uncross and then re-cross your legs, giving me the briefest glimpse of smooth flesh, and the merest hint of your black silk panties.

I do not hide my attraction, and once I am sure that you have noticed me, I slowly walk up to the bar and order a beer. Noticing a group of attractive young people, obviously students, chatting away at a table near to yours, I make my way across to them, and ask if it is OK to take a seat at their table. I sit down on a stool, one foot up on the footrest, with my legs slightly apart in a relaxed and yet masculine way. Casually resting my hands lightly at the top of my thighs, I make sure that you have a clear view of my crotch.

Intrigued by my English accent, the students ask what I am doing in town, and I explain that I am there for a symposium at the university. One of the girls says that she has seen the posters, but yuk, isn't it all about sexual diseases. In a voice just loud enough for you to hear, I tell them that I am an expert in the study of sexually transmitted infections, and that this symposium is about the latest research into the prevention and treatment of these diseases in highly sexually active people. I also tell them that as well as working in public health, I am a part time lecturer at a prestigious UK university, and how interested I am to learn more about what it is like to study in America.

Students are always keen to talk about their experiences, especially if they have a captive academic to moan to about their tutors, who they believe are so unfair in expecting them to study for hours on end, when they absolutely must have a good time. It will be soon enough before they have to settle down to a boring job, and then marriage and babies. I lean forward, listening intently, sipping at my beer, but occasionally glancing across at you to make sure that I still have your attention. I hope that you are a little bit annoyed haven't come across to talk to you rather than these scruffy and rather unsophisticated students.

When I see that you are looking directly at me, I casually move one hand up to my belt, hooking my thumb into the top of my jeans, with my fingers pointing down towards my groin, lightly brushing my fingers across my cock as I do so. I know that you are alive to such subtle signals, and this is confirmed as you hitch the hem of your skirt a little higher so that I can now definitely see some skin. Idly you move your hand up to play with your hair, and you pout a little before taking another delicate sip of your drink.

I continue to listen to my new friends until I see you turn towards the bar to order a refill of your empty glass. Thanking the young people for their company, I finish my beer, and excusing myself, walk up to the bar, where I stand behind you, but just to one side as if I am waiting to be served. As you catch the barman's eye I lean slightly forwards, innocently brushing my left hand against the right cheek of your sexy little bottom, and I tell him that I will pay for your drink, whilst ordering another beer for myself.

You turn to thank me, and raising my right hand to gently brush away a lock of your long dark hair from your face, I suggest that we might move to a table in a quiet corner of the bar where we can find out a little about each other in relative privacy. Once we have found a suitably unoccupied table we sit down facing each other, my left knee nudging between yours so that you are forced to part your legs slightly. The tightness of your skirt causes it to ride up above the tops of your stockings, giving me an even better view of the soft flesh of the inside of your thighs. I tell you my name, but no more, because I want to focus all my attention on you. I lean forward, and looking directly into your eyes, I encourage you to tell me all about yourself.

You tell me that your name is Angelica, and that you are a thirty five year old single mum with a lovely boy of twelve. I ask if you have a partner, and you tell me that you did have a steady relationship, but that it broke up in a rather unhappy way a few weeks previously. You add that it was an open relationship, and that both of you had enjoyed sex with other people, sometimes, but not always, together. Now that you were on your own, Friday night was the one night when you could get out and have a bit of fun. I am secretly delighted when you tell me that your neighbour's teenage daughter regularly sits for you, and that she stops over, so that you can stay out all night if you strike lucky.

Resting my right hand on your knee, I move my left hand from the table where it is resting, to gently caress your cheek. I lean forward to give you the softest of kisses, just touching your lips with my tongue. At the same time I gently slide my right hand up the inside of your thigh to stroke the silky skin just above the tops of your stockings. Delighted to meet no resistance, I become bolder, and continue my progress up your thigh to that lovely soft warm place where your legs meet your body. Tracing the lacy edge of your panties, I run my fingers back between your thighs, and gently rub them against the silky fabric covering your rosebud. I press my thumb between your plump labia, and stroke your slit until I meet the hardening bud of your clitoris, which I gently flick a couple of times, making you squirm with pleasure. The gusset of your panties is wet with your juices, and I know it would be so easy to make you have an orgasm now, but I want to tease you a lot more before I allow you to come.

I take my hand from between your legs, and raise my fingers to my lips to get my first taste of your nectar, which is sweet like your mouth. I then pull you close for a more intimate kiss, our tongues deliciously entwining in their own erotic little dance. I take your hand, and lay it gently at the top of my thigh, so that you can just feel my balls and the length of my cock beneath the denim.

We are both starting to breathe more heavily, and I know that it is time to leave, so that I can continue your seduction in the privacy of my hotel room, so I murmur in your ear as I nibble on your sweet little ear lobe, "Finish your drink and get your jacket, so that we can go somewhere where we can get more intimately acquainted."

We leave the bar, and stroll arm in arm in the direction of my hotel, which is only a couple of blocks away. Every so often we pause to kiss, our bodies pressed close together in the soft velvety darkness of the summer night. As we approach the entrance to the lobby, I pull you against me and unzip my fly to allow your dainty little hand access to my smoothly shaven cock? Not caring who might see, I lift the back of your skirt so that I can squeeze and fondle your bottom, and slip my hand inside the waist band of your panties, pulling them down enough to allow me to run my fingers down the warm cleft between your cheeks. 

Once in my suite I take your jacket and hang it in the closet. I suggest that you might make yourself more comfortable by kicking off your shoes, whilst I pour us a proper drink - on my travels I always carry a large hip flask containing a good single malt for sipping in the evening before retiring to bed. I pour three fingers of whisky into each of two glasses, add a dash of water and a couple of ice cubes, and handing one to you, I propose a toast, "To a night of unrestrained debauchery."

I sip my whisky, savouring the mellow flavour as it rolls across my tongue, and as I do, I take another long look at you, feasting my eyes on your ripe young beauty. I know that this is going to be a really memorable night, as I introduce you to new and delicious perversions. I swallow the Viagra tablet I had in the pocket of my jeans for just such an eventuality. My cock is already hard and pushing against the restraint of my jeans, but with the help of a little pill I will remain hard all night long, so that I will be able to pleasure you time and time again. I look at my watch, and seeing that it is only 10pm, I realise that we will need some refreshment later on if we are to going to fuck until dawn, as I plan. I pick up the phone and ask Room Service to send up a bottle of champagne, a flask of coffee, another of soup and a selection of sandwiches. 

We sit on the bed and resume kissing. I slowly unbutton your blouse to give me free access to you beautiful breasts, and I cup each one in turn in my right hand, squeezing your nipples, and rolling them between finger and thumb. I then trace a line of little kisses down your neck, pausing to lick and suckle the soft hollow at the top of your throat, finally coming to rest at your right breast, which I suck into my mouth as I continue to fondle the other. Sliding my left hand under your skirt, I caress your bottom, which you lift up to allow me easier access. As we kiss, you unzip my jeans again, finding to your surprise that I have gone commando this evening, giving you direct access to my naked cock in all its glory. We continue to make out for several minutes, our breathing getting heavier as our desire grows, delighting in the feel of each other's body and in the sensations that are starting to course through us.

I suggest that we might like to dance, and I select a suitably sultry track on my iPhone, which is plugged into its dock on the bedside table. As we stand up I unzip your skirt, which falls to the floor, and then slip your blouse off, so that you are wearing only your panties, suspenders and stockings. I remove my shirt, and strip out of my jeans, bending to remove my socks. As I do, you notice the eleven-inch scar on my left side, which you trace with your fingernail. You ask about it and want to know whether it hurts. I explain that I had a major kidney operation some ten years earlier, and that it occasionally aches if I overt exert the muscles on that side. Rather sweetly, I think, you drop to your knees and kiss all along the length of the scar from the middle of my back to where it ends just below my naval, before continuing down to lick head of my cock.

I pull you to your feet, and whisper, "Not yet, there is time enough for you to pleasure me. But before that, I am going to take you on a journey to a land of delight where you will experience delicious orgasm after delicious orgasm."

I bend down to pick up my digital camera from the coffee table, and shoot the first of many pictures that I will take that night. You seem slightly worried by this, but I assure you that the pictures are only for my enjoyment, and that of my wife, although I will let you have copies too.

"You are very beautiful,╙ I said, "and my wife will really appreciate you, although she will also wish she had been here to savour you in the flesh. We share all our amours, and I know that the pictures of us fucking will really turn her on."

Taking you in my arms again, I say, "Let's dance for a while, I want to feel your young naked body in my arms."

We gyrate slowly to the music, my hands cupping the cheeks of your bottom, and my cock pressing on your naval. Your skin feels fantastic as it slides against me, smooth and soft, like finest silk. You start to become more assertive, running your fingers down my back and across my bottom. You then gently touch the head of my cock with your forefinger; smearing my pre-come across the glans, before raising your finger to your mouth enjoy my taste for the first time. You push one leg between mine and rub your sopping wet panties against my leg, moaning quietly at the tingling this causes in your pussy lips.

I turn you round so that I can slip my right hand under the waistband of your panties to cup your naked mound, two fingers either side of your clitoris and deep into your slit. I squeeze my fingers together, and you squeal as even stronger sensations radiate through your body from your pussy, to join with those from your left nipple, which I am rolling between finger and thumb. I feel your legs trembling, and know that you are ready to proceed to the next stage of your seduction.

I run my tongue up your neck from your shoulder to your ear, and murmur, "Why don't you strip off your panties for me, and then bend over with your legs apart so that I can worship your pussy."

You step away from me, and slide your panties down your bottom, then down your legs, until they are pooled at your feet. I groan with pleasure at the sight that greets me as you obey my instructions. You have one of the most beautiful pussies it has been my privilege to see, your plump outer labia glistening with your juices, and your inner lips open like the petals of a flower to reveal the pink heart within. Your clitoris is enlarged and hard, the hood pulled back to reveal the tip, just waiting for my ministrations.

I lick my lips, and drop to my knees so that I can kiss this offering of glorious femininity, as I begin my worship of you. Your taste is divine, headier than even the finest wine, like a drug to my senses. I stand up and turn you round, pushing you back into the chair, and spreading your legs ready to begin the next stage of your progress to Elysium. Just then there is a tap at the door, and a female voice calls out, "Room Service." You attempt to cover your most intimate parts with your hand, but I command you, "Stay just as you are, do not cover yourself up, you look exquisite."

I open the door and beckon the room attendant to come in. She is a pretty blonde, probably in her twenties, and she is smartly dressed in a crisp white blouse and short black skirt, black stockings and high heeled black shoes. As she enters the room, the sight of you and me naked and aroused suddenly registers, and her eyes open like saucers, as her professional demeanour suddenly deserts her. Calmly I ask her to put the tray on the side table, and as she bends to do so her skirt rides up a little to reveal that she is wearing stockings, not tights.

I turn to you and say, "Why don't you stroke your pussy for the nice young lady, I am sure she will appreciate it."

As she turns to leave, I ask her to wait a moment whilst I get her a tip. Her face is flushed, and she doesn't quite know where to look, although I notice that she takes furtive little glances at you as you blatantly pleasure yourself. I hand her a folded twenty dollar bill in which I have hidden my business card with my mobile phone number underlined, and looking her straight in the eyes I say, "If you are free tomorrow, we could get to know each other a little better. Give me a ring on my mobile during the day, and we can fix a time and place. In fact, why don't we go out to dinner first?" 

She doesn't reply, and her face goes an even darker shade of red with embarrassment, but despite her discomfort, I notice that she can't stop looking at my rampant cock just a few inches from her hand, which twitches involuntarily as if she would like to reach out to touch it. "Go on," I say, "You know you want to. A quick feel won't do any harm. Here, let me help you," and I take her hand in mine and put it beneath my balls.

She doesn't flinch as she cups them in her hand, and then, as if hypnotised she runs her fingers up the length of my shaft and across the head where another drop of pre-come has formed. Almost involuntarily she then lifts her fingers to her mouth and licks them, before backing out of the door into the corridor. She gives me a quick flutter of her eyelashes, and smiles demurely as I close the door, and I know then that she will be back for more tomorrow.

I turn back to you, and kneel between your thighs, savouring once more the sight of you lovely pussy. "Now for the starter course," I murmur, "Just lie back and enjoy the ride."

I dip my face to your pussy and inhale the pungent perfume of the juices, which are now flowing freely from your cunt. I start to lick at your perfect little rosebud, circling your puckered hole with my tongue. Then i work my way up towards your mound and down again, concentrating on your outer lips for the time being. I repeat this for about five minutes as you start to squirm on the chair, gyrating your hips slightly in time to the movement of my tongue. Your hands have moved to your breasts, and you are squeezing them and pinching your nipples as you start to build slowly towards your first orgasm. 

Gradually I increase my tempo, dipping my tongue now into the delicious softness of the depths of your pussy. I start to suck your engorged inner lips into my mouth, nibbling them gently, before plunging my tongue as far as I can go into your cunt. Your breathing becomes quicker, your chest heaving, and you start to lift your hips from the chair, thrusting your pussy against my face as I lap at your nectar. I put two fingers into your cunt and start to finger fuck you, and now for the first time I lick the head of your clitoris. I feel your orgasm building rapidly, so I back off, and go back to licking your labia, although I keep my fingers deep in the soft warm velvety depths of your vagina.

You moan and beg me, "Please make me come, I need to come, please, please, I am so close."

As you continue to plead with me, I suck your clitoris into my mouth and nip the head, causing you to jerk your hips as a sensation like a spark of electricity shoots up trough your body. You are now moaning and squealing with pleasure as waves of ever more exquisite sensations flood through you. Your legs begin to shake, and the movements of your pelvis get stronger and more violent. I back off again to let the sensations subside a little, knowing that each time I take you to the edge of orgasm the feelings will be be more intense, until the point when I drive you over the edge into a state of sublime ecstasy as your whole body is consumed in your rapture.

You grab my head and pull it hard against your pussy, your body writhing on the chair. I judge that the time is right now, and I insert another finger into your cunt and push my thumb past your anal sphincter into your rectum. I increase my assault on your clitoris, sucking and biting on it as you thrust it into my mouth. Suddenly you go rigid, your head thrown back, and your hips lifted right off the chair. You scream as your orgasm sweeps through you, your limbs convulsing in the excess of your passion. I do not let up, and you start to buck in the chair, your head thrashing backwards and forwards as you experience wave upon wave of sensation, until you go limp and collapse back into the chair, almost unconscious, your nervous system overloaded by the tidal wave of stimulation to which I have subjected you.

"Oh my God," you manage to whisper, "that was incredible. I don't think I have ever come so hard before. You are the devil incarnate, you bastard."




A Hot Night in Midsummer



I smile to myself and stroke my cock in preparation for the next course, and before you have time to protest I stroke it along the length of your pussy before lining it up at the entrance to your cunt. You gasp, as slowly I slide it deep into you until the head is nestled against your cervix. I pause for a few moments to savour the glorious feeling of being engulfed in your warmth and softness. I then start to fuck you, starting with long steady strokes, withdrawing until the head of my cock is only just inside your cunt, then thrusting all the way home until my balls slap against your anus. The feeling is wonderful, and I love to watch the way your cunt grips my shaft as I pull out. 

As I start to build up the tempo, you push your hips up to meet me, and you wrap your legs behind my back, pulling me further into you. Your climax is building more quickly this time, and I can feel the muscles of your vagina contracting around my cock with each stroke. All the while you are calling out, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me," but your words soon turn to moans and squeals of pleasure. I can feel that you are getting close, and this spurs me on to fuck you harder. The sensation in my cock is amazing, and I feel the tension in my groin rising up inside my shaft that signals my impending orgasm. 

It does not take much longer before you go right over the top in an explosion of ecstasy, and in your rapture you pul me down hard against your breasts, pressing your open lips to mine and thrusting your tongue deep into my mouth. Then I feel my balls tighten and my cock begins to twitch and pulse as I pump my semen deep into you, bathing your cervix with my seed. The feeling in my cock is incredibly sharp and intense, like a spear pushing its way up through the head into your cunt, and ineffably sweet sensations run from my groin back into my body which is juddering and shaking as if in extremis. Our orgasms seem to go on for ever, but at last the sensations subside, and our bodies start to relax into the bliss of post coital languor. 

"God, that was fucking sensational," I murmur, as I slump over your prostrate body, "You have the most fucking wonderful cunt that I have ever had the pleasure of possessing."

Once our breathing has returned to normal I pull out of you, my cock still hard under the influence of the Viagra. I pick you up from the chair and carry you over to the bed, where I undo your suspenders, remove your suspender belt and peel your stockings off your legs, kissing my way down the inside of your thighs as I go. Your pussy is wet and sticky with our combined juices, so I clean you up with my tongue, savouring the mixture of sweet and salty, before lying down beside you and taking you in my arms. "Rest for a while," I whisper in your ear, "and then we can go on to the next course."

After about half an hour you begin to stir, and I sit up and opening the vacuum flask, I pour us each a mug of soup. "I suggest that you sit up and eat something," I say, "It will refresh you, and give you the energy for more fun. I fully intend to fuck you several more times before the night is done, and I can promise you that your orgasms will be more intense than anything you have ever experienced."

You giggle, and cuddle up to me, turning to give me a sensuous little kiss before tucking into your soup and sandwiches. It seems that fucking gives you an appetite, because you pretty quickly demolish your fair share of the sandwiches. We wash it all down with a glass of champagne, and then return to the serious business of sex. We lie on the bed, kissing and stroking each other's bodies, exploring each other with our finger, lips and tongues. Our breathing quickens, and we soon move on to that delightful level when all our nerves seem to be on fire, little shock waves of exquisite sensations shooting through our bodies as we rub and slide against each other.

Breaking off for a moment I reach down beside the bed to retrieve a small bag. I unzip it and bring out what looks like a jumble of chains to which are attached five adjustable clips and a number of small weights, a small egg shaped vibrator and remote control, and a canister of lube. Your eyes widen as I lay them on the bed beside us, and you mouth silently forms the question, "What the fuck?" but my cock twitches at the thought of what I am about to do to you. There is a look of fear and apprehension in your eyes, so pull you to me and gently stroke your hair in an attempt to reassure you that you are quite safe.

"I am not going to hurt you," I explain, "There will be a little pain to start with," I continue, barely able to contain the excitement in my voice, "but that will soon turn into the most thrilling sensations flooding through your body from your nipples and pussy."

I smear a small amount of lube on each of your nipples, and a more generous helping on the lips of your pussy, the hood of your clitoris, and deep inside the entrance to your cunt. The cold lube and the attention of my finger makes you gasp, and your legs start to quiver in nervous anticipation. I attach a clamp to each of your nipples and to your inner pussy lips, tightening them just enough to make you flinch with pain, and the final one t your clitoris. I then insert the vibrator into you gaping cunt, and set the control to about mid position.

I watch you for a few minutes as you adjust to the new sensations that your are feeling, the pain rapidly turning to pleasure as I promised. The entrance to your cunt begins to pulse in and out as waves of muscular contraction ripple through your vagina, and your sweet little rosebud also starts to open and close. I turn up the vibrator a notch, and you start to move your hips backwards and forwards as your level of arousal mounts. I know that even if I did nothing else you would start to climax in a few minutes, but I want to increase your pleasure level beyond anything you have dreamed of.

I flip you over into a kneeling position, and push your head forwards so that you are taking your weight on your elbows. Your delectable bottom is pointing in the air, and I watch fascinated as you cunt and anus continue to pulse rhythmically in and out. You are getting wetter and wetter, and your juices are running out of your cunt and down the insides of your thighs. I pull on the chains attached to your pussy and nipples, which makes you jump, but you do not protest, and I know that you are starting to move into the zone where you will start to lose contact with the world around you. I pull on the chains again, and attach a small weight to the clamp hanging from your clitoris, pulling it down towards the bed. Your legs are beginning to quiver with excitement, and I sense that you are wondering what else I am going to do to you.

I turn up the vibrator even more so that it is running at about three-quarters speed, which makes you moan, "Oh fuck, that is so good, my pussy is on fire, oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

I push your legs further apart, and squirting a generous amount of lube into my hand, I spread it around your anus. I push first one, then two, and then three fingers past the sphincter, which opens up for me with only the slightest pressure. I can feel the vibrator through the thin wall of flesh separating your vagina and rectum, and I catch my breath with the thought of the pleasure I am soon going to experience as I thrust my cock deep into your rectum. I rotate my fingers back and forth until I feel you are stretched sufficiently, and then place the head of my cock at the entrance to your anus, and with just a little push slide into you until you have taken my whole length, and my balls are resting against your swollen pussy lips.

I turn up the vibrator to full, and start to fuck you, thrusting my cock into you so hard that your head is forced into the pillow. The weights on the clamps on your nipples, labia and clitoris swing backwards and forwards sending jolts of intense sensation deep into your body. You are covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and a flush of deep pink has spread down from your neck towards your bottom. I think you look sensational as I watch my cock pounding in and out of your rectum, and reaching for the camera I take another picture to add to tonight's album. Your head begins to thrash from side to side, and you babble incoherently, delirious with pleasure, your eyes glazed and sightless, as you move inexorably towards an orgasm of earth shattering proportions. I grab your hair and pull your head back sharply thrusting the finger of my other hand into your mouth. And then it happens. Your body and legs go rigid, as your orgasm starts to explode through your body.The muscles of your cunt and rectum contract violently, clamping my cock deep within you, and expelling the vibrator from onto the bed, where it continues to jiggle about in its own little erotic dance. Even in my own state of euphoria, I become aware that my legs are soaking wet, and realise that the convulsion of your cunt has ejaculated a large volume of your juices over me.

The beginning of your orgasm triggers mine, and I pump spurt after spurt of semen deep into your bowels. We are both shaking, our chests heaving as we struggle to breathe. In unison we cry out in rapture as we lose all sense of our surroundings, lost in a warm pink fog of extreme sexual bliss, every nerve ending feeling as if it is linked direct to our genitals, which throb with such sweet sensations that words cannot describe them. Time seems to stand still, but at last we start to come down from our sexual high. Your body goes limp, and it is only my cock in your rectum and my arm around your waist that prevents you from collapsing almost insensible on the bed. I switch off the vibrator, which has does its job magnificently, undo the clamps on your pussy and nipples, and pulling my cock out of you, gently lower you until you are lying half prone.

I feel the delicious exhaustion of post coital bliss stealing over me, so I lie down behind you and hold you in my arms, one hand cupping your left breasts, the other gently resting on you mound, which is sticky with our mingled secretions. Before I go to sleep I slip by still erect cock into your cunt, where it will sleep in your warm, soft velvety tunnel.

It is light when I awake. I can feel you stirring, and as you slowly become conscious, I tenderly kiss your neck and shoulders. You languorously stretch your limbs, pushing backwards with your hips to push my cock further into your cunt.

"That feels so nice," you say, "Oh I wish it could stay there for ever. It makes me feel in some way, oh I don't know, perhaps complete is the right word."

"You were wonderful as well," I say, "That was the best fuck I have had for a long time, your body was so attuned to mine that we travelled right up to the gates of paradise. But we haven't finished yet. There is one more delicious road to sexual heaven which I want to take you down. One more sweet perversion that I wish to share with you before we must go our separate ways."

You turn and look at me with a languid expression, your eyelids still heavy with sleep. You show no sign of surprise or resistance, and I know at once that you are completely mine, and that there is nothing you wouldn't let me do to you.

"I continue, "It is now your turn to dominate me. I have a nice little strap-on in my bag, and I want you to fuck me with it until we both come once again. It will be your lasting memory of tonight, my final present to you."

I fit the straps of the device around your waist and between your legs. The dildo is double ended; the shorter end fits nicely into your cunt, and I make sure the straps are adjusted to ensure the maximum stimulation of your clitoris. Squirting another generous dollop of lube into your hand, I lie back on the bed with my legs apart and my knees drawn up to my chest. I slip a pillow under my buttocks so that my anal sphincter is at just the right height for you. You look really excited as spread lube liberally around my anus and on the dildo, which you waggle lasciviously between my legs. The wild look in your eyes tells me that extreme lust is starting to take you over, and you eagerly comply when I tell you to insert as many fingers as possible into my arse. God the sensations are fantastic as you insert one, then two, then three, and finally four fingers almost up to the third knuckle. I think to myself that with a little practise I am sure that I could get you to fist me, and that excites me even more.

"It's my turn now," you whisper, "I am going to make you pay for everything you have done to me. I am going to fuck you till your balls fry and your brains boil, you kinky bastard." And with those words, you plunge the dildo hard into my rectum until the base is resting against my balls.

You grab hold of my cock with both hands, and start to rock your hips backwards and forwards, stroking my cock in time with your thrusts. I put my hands on your hips and slide them up to breasts which are bouncing up and down as you fuck me. 

"Go on, come, you bastard," You scream at me, "Shoot your hot creamy load all over your tummy. I want to see you surrender to me, to become my slave. Come on, let go, you know you want to, let go, and become my little cock slut."

I totally lose track of time as you fuck me, my climax building slowly but steadily from deep inside me. I feel as if we are floating up from the bed, the world around me turning pink, then red, then finally deep crimson. My cock begins to jerk and pulse, my balls tight against the base of my shaft, and as my come starts to spurt inches in the air, the head of my cock swells beneath your fingers. You stroke the sensitive area beneath the glans, squeezing my balls in one hand, and milking my shaft with the other to make sure that every drop of come has been expelled from my balls. You rub your hand in the hot sticky come on my tummy, and then smear over your tummy and chest , massaging it into your breasts. Only then do you let your climax begin, but what a climax. You thrust the dildo as hard as possible into me, and rock backwards and forwards to stimulate your hypersensitive clitoris. You begin to shake and shudder, your head thrown back, and your mouth wide open, squeaks and moans and growls issuing from your throat, as your orgasm rips through your body like a magnitude seven earthquake from its epicentre in your groin.

Finally we are done. You collapse forward onto my chest, still embedded in my anus, and we kiss and cuddle, sticky and wet with sweat and semen, and vaginal juices, all blended together in a melange of sexual ambrosia. I am sure if we could gather and market it, the mixture would make a most powerful aphrodisiac.

We fall asleep for another hour until it is time to get up, wash and dress, before going our separate ways. We shower together, tenderly washing each other, softly caressing each other's most intimate parts in an attempt to fix in our memories a lasting image of our night of extreme passion, and unbelievable sexual fulfilment.

As you leave, we exchange cards, and promise to keep in touch. I say that I will send you copies of the pictures I have taken. Then with one final, almost chaste kiss, you are gone.

But then, did you ever exist, or was it all a midsummer night's dream?