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Cock Tail

By: Ladylito



It is Wednesday night and I am attending a business meeting - more of a cocktail party than a business meeting, but it is important, and it is being held at the most beautiful reception hall in the area. I arrive alone and reach for a drink. It is then that I notice you. You smile and tip your glass. I am instantly distracted, but I approach. After introductions we engage in small chit-chat with big smiles and coy eyes as we walk to the adjoining room. 

  You stand by the door. Hesitant, I walk in. I walk through the room as you remain watching. You arms crossed, your hand covering your mouth as you smile and watch. As I slowly walk along the room, you watch the red dress I am wearing swish across my ass as I walk, you can't help it. I walk behind the couch and run my hand gently across the pillows, my fingers caressing the fringe as I go. You want those fingers running down your arms, over your chest, through your hair. You offer to get me another glass of wine. I accept and when you return, I am sitting crossed leg on the couch. My dress clings to my chest, but flows freely over my thighs. You hand me my drink. I smile and take a sip and am aware that you are drinking me in. 

  You take my hand and lead me to the balcony overlooking the river. It's dark with a cool breeze and surprisingly quiet. Everyone has remained inside. The breeze pushes the sheer fabric of my dress tightly to the contours of my body. You can smell my deliciousness. You back me into the wall and kiss me softly but hard on the mouth, my tongue searching yours, while your fingers gently trace my body from my waist to my breast. You slightly touch my nipples, which are hard pressed against my dress. Your tongue reaches hard into my mouth, letting me know how much you want more. 

  You slip your hands up under my dress, my bare legs smooth and toned, you smooth your strong hands from the outside behind me, ever so lightly tracing the lower lines of my ass, along my panties, then finally tracing around to the front between my legs, where you can feel the wetness outside of my panties. You very lightly run one finger barely touching the center of my covered pussy, feeling my clit bulging and wanting you to take more. I moan "I want you." You slip your finger under my panties and touch my warm wet pussy, as you force your finger deep inside of me. 

  My hands grope hard between your legs, grabbing your bulging cock. I lean into you, pressing my body against yours. I try to be still so as not to attract attention, but I find my hips swaying ever so slightly from left to right as I press my pussy softly against your wet palm. This is not the place I tell myself. The heat of the moment is almost unbearable. My mind races, my body aches for you to enter me. We don't speak, except with our eyes. We both know this is not the place. I place my hand on your arm, I moan ever so softly before I whisper to meet me in the main entrance. I smooth my dress and slow my breathing. You stand there smiling, knowing where this will lead, but not sure about the logistics. 

  You lead me to a room beside the elevators. It is the employee's lounge, but it is late and there are no employees. We duck inside and I lock the deadbolt. But, before I can turn around, you are close behind me. Your hands circling my waist, your lips on my neck, you take my earring into your mouth and I can feel your breath gently in my ear. You run your hands up my body and cup my breasts. I can feel your cock pulsing through the fabric. I put my hands around your neck and moan as you kiss the nape of my neck. I can feel your thick wet tongue licking the contours of my neck, kissing my shoulders, the crook of my elbow. I am insanely wet and I want you inside me more with every breath. 

  I turn around and you place your hands on the small of my back and press me hard against you. We kiss a slow, sensual, knowing kiss. My hands go to your face as I caress your cheeks. My fingers run through your hair, down your neck and around to your mouth. You take my index finger in your mouth and bite gently. You unzip my dress and as it falls to the floor you extend your arms pushing me away to take in every curve. My nipples are hard against my creamy white skin. My breasts slowly move up and down with my breathing, my stomach flat, and my belly button beckoning your hands to touch it. 

  You guide me to the couch and before laying me down; grab a sheet from the shelf to cover it. I pull your belt off and unzip your pants. I gently run my hand inside and feel the hot bulge that will be mine. As I rub against the fabric, along the vein, you moan in my ear. Your breath is hot but not heavy. Our actions are calculated, but not hurried. I cradle your balls and gently squeeze, rolling them in my palm. You are so big and ready, I am forced to undo your pants. I must slide them off because they are stopped on your enlarging cock. As I slide one side down, I kiss you hard, our tongues intertwined in passion. As your pants drop, you pull me closer, kissing my breasts, suckling my nipples, I am moaning in pure delight. 

  You lay me down on the couch and move my panties to the side to feel the hot mound of flesh that is begging for attention. My hips gyrate with every breath. Your hands are soft and strong as you enter. My clit is bulging as you slide your wrist against it with every deep thrust of your hand. The warmth of my hips as they lay next to you make your dick pulse, it is now unbearable for both of us. You position yourself above me and slowly, gently part my legs. 

  I bite my lip as I look into your eyes as you enter me with a smooth, soft thrust and with each thrust deeper and deeper. I can't contain it any longer. My clit is pulsing; my pussy is hot and wet. My mind is spinning. I moan as you thrust one last time, deep, slow, hard. You stay there as you cum. I can feel your spent cock throbbing in my pussy as it reaches the spot and you moan in ecstasy. We lay there, glistening, our breath almost panting, our chests heaving. As I look at you, you smile - your beautiful white teeth, lush supple lips, dark sultry eyes. I know this will end, but I am not ready. I love the sheer thought of you.

Cock Tails



Sheila was lying on the sofa with a cool damp cloth covering her eyes when the phone rang. It was her friend, Jim, calling to see how her afternoon was going. "Hey Baby, How are you?" he shouted. Jim always shouted. He was bouncy and exuberant and was the perfect person to sell real estate to wealthy yuppies, which is what he did during the day. At night, he sang three times a week with a band that specialized in covering Beatles songs. 

"Jim, I do NOT want to talk about it," Sheila replied. She still had the cloth over her eyes, even though it was dark outside and she hadn't turned on any lights in the house yet. 

"OH, c'mon baby! Tell me, didn't you have drinks with that contact you made last week? How did it go? Did you get any leads?" Jim peppered her with questions until Sheila sat up and pulled the wet rag from her face. Her eyes were sore and tired and she had a mild headache. She did not want to recount the afternoon to Jim; she just would rather forget it ever happened, in fact. But, Jim was Jim. He would not let her rest until she spilled the whole story, top to bottom. 

"Yes, I had drinks. No, I didn't get any leads. I got hit on. Over and over and over. It was a nightmare." 

"Well, baby, you should have expected that. You're much too pretty for any man to let an opportunity to get you into the sack go by. I try it all the time with you - why are you so upset with this guy?" 

"Because, Jim - I thought he wanted to meet me to talk business. Hell, he knows I'm just starting out and could use all the clients I can get. Besides, I know the guy. I've known him for years. I've met his family, his kids. I just was blind sided by his motives, that's all." 

"Tell Perverted Uncle Jim all about it, sweetheart. I want details. Start from when you arrived at the - where did you go? Gallaghers? Start there," Jim said encouragingly.

Sheila thought she better fix herself a drink before telling the story to Jim. She probably would need it when she told him what happened and how she fixed this guy from ever hitting on her, or maybe on anyone, ever again. She told Jim to go get himself a glass of wine too; it was going to be a long story.

Sheila began. "I arrived first, about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. You know how I am, Jim. I hate to be late. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. The place was pretty empty for early afternoon. Only two other people in there besides the bartender and me. I was kind of excited to be out doing something social for a change. 

You know how it's been for me lately. I don't really talk to anyone unless it's business related. That's why I agreed to go in the first place. I knew this guy from way back. I was looking forward to chatting and catching up and, I don't know, just having a drink! The fact that he works for a place I've been trying to get my foot in the door was really secondary."

Jim interrupted her, asking, "What were you wearing?"

Shelia described her outfit. "I had on a simple business skirt - white - and a green knit twin set. You know, a tank top and little sweater over it. Nothing flashy or seductive. I didn't even put on any perfume."

Jim laughed. "Honey, everything you wear is seductive. You could have shown up in a housecoat and looked good enough to eat!" He thought for a moment, then added, "well, except that red thing you insist on wearing around your house. I won't even approach you in that rag."

"Shut the hell up about my robe, will you? Do you want to hear this or not?" Sheila demanded.

Jim immediately became contrite. "I'm sorry, darling. Please continue. Tell me what happened next."

"O.K. He got there right on time, and ordered a drink. Bourbon and coke. We talked about work and my new business, and our kids, homes, families. You know, the usual catch-me-up-on-life shit. He sat very close to me, but I didn't really think much of it, the stools were kind of squashed together anyway. When he started touching my back and my neck, though, I began to realize something was up."

"Oh, yeah. Something was up all right! It was in his pants," Jim exclaimed. 

"After he downed 4 bourbons, he suggested we move to a booth because his ass was getting tired of the hard bar stool. Well, I agreed to that and we moved over to a booth. Jim, when I sat down, he practically sat in my lap!" 

Jim laughed again. "Damn! He didn't waste any time. So, what does this dude look like, anyway? Is he handsome like your old, unwanted friend Jim?" 

Sheila though for a moment. "He's ok looking. Medium height, trim, not heavy. Nothing compelling about his features, but nothing overly repulsive. Light brown short curly hair." "He sweats a lot though," she added with a wicked giggle.

"Oh, pitted out, eh? That's from you, my girl. You made his antiperspirant fail him."

Sheila was feeling better. Jim's upbeat mood always lifted her spirits. She became more animated and began telling him the story with eagerness. 

"So, here we are, sitting on the same side of the booth, and I refuse to move over. He's pushing me to scoot in, and I'm pushing him to get out. He starts to beg. Come on; please let me sit here, please?? I said NO, get on your own side! Go, Go, Go! It took me five minutes to push him out of the booth and I had to kick his leg to do it. All the while, I'm looking around thinking, oh my god; someone's going to see me with this guy sitting on me! 

He is all over me, Jim. Hands everywhere on my leg, my neck, back. He tries to kiss me and insists that he'll leave me alone if I kiss him. So I purse my lips up real tight and peck him on the face. He looks at me for a minute, and, finally, he moves over and takes my hands. He starts telling me how sexy and beautiful I am, and how hot he is for me. I'm just sitting there, my hands trapped across the table, stupid smile frozen on my face. I do not know what to say except, "Thank you. I'm flattered. Please let go of me." Then, he drops the bomb. He says I want to have sex with you. I've wanted to for a long time."

"Oh dear girl, this is a great story! He was really hitting you hard. What did he think you were going to do, tell him that's a great idea, let's go back to my place and get it on?" Jim laughed delightedly at his own joke. His laughter stopped abruptly when he realized Sheila was not laughing along with him. "Don't tell me you did, Sheila. Don't tell me. You'll break my heart. You don't need the sale that bad, honey. I'll GIVE you the money if you're in dire need."

Sheila remained quiet for a moment. "Jim, you know that having him as a contact was really, really important to my work. I had to make a decision. If I flat turned him down and was rude about it, he could ruin me from ever getting a sale at his company. If I say yes, well, what would that say about me and my business?" 

Jim was serious now. "What did you do, sweetheart? Did you take him back to your place?" 

"Jim, I just snapped. I am so tired of these men, wanting me for one thing. They don't give a shit about me. They just want to fuck me just to say hey, I did THAT chick. I'm tired of being a body and a face. I decided to teach him a lesson, Jim. I told him I would sleep with him."

Sheila could hear the disappointment shadow Jims voice when he spoke next. "Baby girl. Honey, why did you do that? You didn't need to do that. Besides, I'm crushed. You haven't even slept with me, and I've been asking you for years."

Sheila smiled. In a voice filled with wicked glee, she said, "Jim, you haven't heard the whole story yet. I said I wanted to teach him a lesson. Don't you want to know how I did it?"

Jim brightened immediately. "Sheila, you never cease to surprise me. Tell, tell, tell. I want to hear all the gory details."

Sheila continued with her story. "I told him I was alone tonight, but he had to come over right away. I gave him my address and left. He said he would call his home and be right there. He didn't waste any time on the phone with his wife, I can tell you. Not five minutes after I got in he was pulling into the drive. I greeted him at the door with another bourbon and coke. I counted 5 at the bar, so this would have been his sixth. Quite a lot, even for a man, to consume. I had removed the little jacket I was wearing, and my hose and shoes, so all I had on was the knit tank top and my skirt. I have to admit, I looked pretty damn sexy. 

His face was on fire, red all the way to his ears. I could tell he was ready to pop. He lunged at me before we even got into the main part of the house, grabbing me around the waist and trying to kiss me. I ducked, giving him a nice, slow kiss on his cheek. I put my arms around him and said "not so fast, big guy. We have all night. Let's go up to my room where we'll be more comfortable." 

"Holy shit Sheila! He could have overpowered you, raped you, had you down on the floor in 5.3 seconds. Have you lost your mind?” Jim exclaimed.

Sheila replied, "Jim, I know he could have done all those things, but he was pretty drunk by then and I knew I could manipulate him. I took him upstairs to my room. Even though he was drunk, he still was pretty impressed with my bedroom. Especially the 4 poster bed."

Jim sighed. "Yes," he said in a pained voice, "that beautiful iron bed that I've never been in."

Sheila giggled. "After you hear this, you may not want to! I proceeded to run my hands up and down his body, feeling his chest, his back and his ass. Oh, my god, he was panting like a dog! When I reached down and cupped his dick in my hands I knew I had him where I wanted him. He let out this groan and tried to cram his tongue down my throat. I backed away from him, holding him at arms length. I cooed at him, giving him my sexiest smile and said "take your clothes off for me big guy. I want to see what you have for me to play with." He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and ripped his shirt off, followed by his shoes and pants. God help me, Jim, he left his black dress socks on, along with his boxers. I had to hide my face to keep from laughing. 

I patted the pillows and said, "Come here you sexy thing you. He leaped onto the bed on all fours and flopped down right in the center. His dick was hard and stiff and made this little tent out of his shorts. I said, "I want you to be mine. Will you be mine, big guy?" He was grinning this big, loopy grin and nodded his head. So then I told him, "Put your hands over your head so I can see your chest." When he did, I pulled one of my long silk scarves from the drawer in the nightstand."

"Sheila, you didn't! Tell me you didn't!" Jim said incredulously.

Sheila gave Jim that wicked giggle again. "Yes, I did! I tied his hands to the bed railing! He didn't know what was happening at first, but once he realized that I was going to tether him up, he started to breathe very heavily. I thought he was going to have a heart attack! I got a little scared, so I asked him if he was ok. He said, yes, he was ok. He'd just never been tied up before. I smiled at him and said that this was his lucky day. I told him I was into bondage and he was going to have the best sex of his life, but I had to leave the room for a few minutes. I grabbed his cock again and gave it a good hard pull, for good measure. He was squirming on the bed when I left him. I then went thru the house, collecting some things I thought I might need."

"So, what happened next you clever, brave girl?" Jim asked.

"I brought a box of things I had found from around the house back up to my room. Then, I went into my dressing room to change. When I came out, and he saw what I was wearing, I swear I think he shit in his little tent."

Jim was roaring with laughter. "What did you have on? I can't even imagine! Tell me!"

"I dug out this black bustier that I wore for the Christmas party two years ago, remember that? I put that on, and pushed my little tits up and over the cups so they were almost exposed, and then I put on those black denim shorts I won't wear anymore because my ass hangs out the back. I pulled on my black knee high boots - they have a heel of about an inch and a half, and finished the outfit with my elbow length black gloves that I wore for Sandy's wedding. Over my eyes - this is the best part - I tied on this leather mask that my son got at the Renaissance Faire. It looks like something that Zorro would wear, black, with slits cut out for the eyes. All in all, it was kind of hodgepodge, but effective. I grabbed some red lipstick and put that on, too. When I walked back out of the dressing room with my new and improved outfit there was no mistaking the look on his face! He was in shock! Clearly, this was way more than he expected and that's just the effect I wanted. 

I went to the nightstand and pulled out two more silk scarves. I did my best dominatrix impersonation and said, "ok big guy. You said you would be mine, and now you are. I'm going to finish tying you up to this bed and have my way with you. Or, you can stop now. The choice is yours." "Well, damn if he didn't stammer out that he wanted to be mine! I tapped into a hidden vein of submission on this guy, and that was going to work out fine. I was worried that he was going to fight me, and that could have been ugly. But, the little creep was ready for his first S&M session."

"You don't know anything about S&M, you silly girl! What did you think you were going to do?" Jim asked.

"I've read books", Sheila said defensively. "Besides, I wasn't going to beat him or anything. Just humiliate him. I straddled his hips on the bed, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down. His dick stood straight up, like a flagpole waving in the breeze. I pulled them all the way off, and then took his legs and tied them to the posts at each end. I marched around the bed, and demanded that he call me Mistress. Every once in a while, I gave his dick a little flick with my finger, you know, thumped it. Every time I did, he would shout "oh, Mistress, thank you!" I was having so much fun! Jim, I think I want to play this game for real sometime!"

"Sheila, anytime you want to play slave and master, you let me know. I'll be happy to indoctrinate you to the world of topping and below. Now, get on with the story. I'm already thru a bottle of wine and into the next one. I'll be as drunk as your date before long."

"Ok, so, I pranced around in my little black outfit, kissing his arms and legs and chest with my red, red lipstick mouth. He was moaning and struggling on the bed, shouting "YES, MISTRESS, I LOVE MY MISTRESS". That's when I took out my little box of tricks. Remember that time I went to that home adult-toy party and went crazy and bought about $200 worth of toys?"

Jim was in hysterics, laughing. "Yes, I remember - you bought a whole bunch of scary looking objects that would frighten a WWF wrestler!"

"Well, I set the box on the bed, right next to him. I began pulling toy after toy out of the box and holding them up to his face so he could see them, up close and personal. He got very quiet, and his eyes got very big. I showed him each one, and then placed them on the bed. I pulled out a bottle of Probe that I got as a bonus gift for buying so many toys. He didn't know what it was, so I explained that it would make the toys slide in easier. I had also placed a couple of non-conventional adult toys in the box as well. When I pulled out a banana he started to whimper and squirm uncomfortably, but when I showed him the cucumber, well, he had seen enough by then. I could tell that the game was almost over. 

His erection was gone; his limp dick was lying useless and sad against his leg. I looked over at it and prodded it with the cucumber I still held in my hand. Nothing happened. I put a frown on my face and said, "Oh, what happened to my big guy? Well, don't you worry now. I have just the thing to bring you back to life." With that, I pulled out a jar of peanut butter."

Jim was confused. "Peanut Butter? Sheila, whatever for?" 

"Well, he asked the same thing. He said, "What are you going to do with that?" Except, he was kind of whispering it. I said, "Oh, it's going to help you get your erection back." He looked at me with a very puzzled expression. I opened the jar, scooped out a big wad of it and smeared it over his cock. Then, I went to the bedroom door and called down the stairs, "Rex, come on boy! Com on, Rex! I've got a treat for you!"

Jim squealed delightedly. "Oh. My. God. Woman, you have got to be kidding me! You go, Girl! So, you let the dog in and he had - lunch?" 

Sheila was laughing in great, whooping gasps. "No, I couldn't do it. The dog bounced in onto the bed, and this guy started screaming! He begged me to untie him. I acted very disappointed, but told him if he really wanted to stop, I wouldn't force him to play anymore. I untied him; he grabbed his clothes and ran down the stairs. Rex, of course, is following right behind him, eager to get a taste of the peanut butter he smelled."

Jim was laughing too. "Well, my girl, you won't be getting any clients out of that guy, you know." he warned.

Sheila replied, "I know. But, I wouldn't have gotten any, anyway, because I was going to turn him down flat. At least now I know he'll never tell anyone about this, and he'll always wonder whether I will. And, isn't that the ultimate domination?"



Cock-tails, Anyone?



I had just come from a tough round of meetings and was sitting at the end of the bar nursing my Bud as she slid into the seat beside me. She was cute, not a cover girl, but she had a devilish smile as she asked me if the seat was taken. 

I was trying to just finish my beer and get back up to my hotel room. I had another round of meetings in the morning. I really wasn't interested in looking for any action. 

But as I sat there, I was feeling more and more lonely and sorry for myself. I was nearing my 50th birthday and my wife and I had been in a rut for a while. As the kids were growing up they were developing very busy lives and consuming so much of her time. I wondered at times why I was even there. We hadn't even made love, I mean really great sex, in over a month. My dick was shriveling up from neglect.

As I sat there watching the ball game and working on that beer, I kept one eye on her. I had to admit, she was cute. Probably mid 40's. She was wearing jeans and a nice button up sweater that showed just a hint of cleavage. It was not blatant, but it sure was sexy. She ordered a white wine and chatted with the bartender. I overheard her say that she'd been in town for a meeting but would be heading home in the morning and just wanted to relax before heading back to her busy life.

She turned in her seat and her knee brushed up against my leg, but she didn't pull it back right away. Was it on purpose? Was she trying to get my attention? Either way, it was nice. But she didn't seem like the type to make such a bold first move. Boy was I wrong! 

She put her hand on the small of my back and apologized as she gently rubbed my back. Instantly I found myself turned on. I told her it was no problem, but made a point to look right into her eyes and linger. She cocked her head, winked at me and said she liked my smile. Wow, I was really enjoying this. A perfect stranger in a bar, making a move on me! I found myself getting harder and harder thinking about the possibilities.

We started chatting about the weather, the ballgame, the meetings we'd both been at that day. Over the next hour, we each had a few more drinks and the distance between our chairs grew smaller and smaller. The bar also got a lot busier. We found ourselves having to lean in and speak up to be heard. I really didn't have a problem with this because every time she leaned over, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful bra. Each time I looked up, she was looking right into my eyes. Then she finally asked if I liked what I saw. I was so busted, but if she wanted to play this game, I was on board. When I told her that actually, yes, I had enjoyed every second of it, she offered the fact that her panties matched. 

It was no use! At this point my dick was hard as nails. I was hard up, undersexed and being seduced at a bar. I was loving every moment of it and was making no excuses or apologies for it.

She leaned in, licked her lips, pressed her glass against my cheek and slid it down neck. It was cold and extremely erotic. Because we were up against the wall and the bar was so busy, I figured that no one could really see what we were doing, nor did they care. I stood her up and pressed my body fully against hers so that she could feel the full presence of erection. She pressed back and my back hit the wall. I leaned in and told her I was game. She reached down, undid the button on her jeans, grabbed my hand and guided it into her panties. To anyone else, it looked as if we were just standing closely. 

I moved my fingers into the folds of her cunt. She was wet and beautifully warm. I shoved every inch of my fingers inside her hot box. She kept her eyes piercing into mine and I watched as her face fought a building orgasm. Then, her eyes moved upward, she quietly moaned. Her head stiffened and started to shake slightly as she looked directly into my eyes and exploded. At that point, a warm gush of fluid ran through my fingers. I pulled my hand out and wiped it off with a napkin. 

She then took my hand and we walked away from the bar. We were going up to her room! I was ready, willing and able to relieve my blue balls. But we didn't leave the room. She had seen a table open up and made her move. I slid into the booth-like seat and moved to the back. She didn't! Before I could get settled, neither I nor anyone else in the crowded room noticed that she had moved under the tablecloth and was unzipping my pants. She proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job. She moved both her mouth and her hand first quickly then slowly then quickly again. Her hand and my dick were getting sopping wet. My orgasm was building with each stroke and I was finding it hard to keep focused as the waitress took my drink order.

As she slid down my cock and deep-throated my member, I couldn't hold back anymore. I let my cock explode into her hot waiting mouth. She was obviously a very oral person and had done this before. She sucked every drop out of my dick and swallowed!

She made her way quickly to the seat beside me, just in time for the waitress to bring me my drink. She ordered and we sat there for the rest of the night talking about anything and everything, but not once did we mention what had just happened.

At about 2am I walked her to the elevators and gave her a peck on the cheek. The doors opened and she stepped inside. She turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and cocked her head. She slowly licked her lips and, just as the doors closed, she winked.



Cock Tale Party



The party was in full swing by the time I arrived. Everyone was in a good mood, fueled by the free-flowing booze and the buzzing social atmosphere. I walked in, my dress swishing against my thighs with each step, my heels clicking a staccato against the concrete. Across the crowd, our eyes meet in silent acknowledgement. I'm handed a drink, a colorful concoction of festive proportions. Without thinking, I swallow the drink in two mouthfuls, feeling it buzz right through me. No time for second thoughts, another soon follows.

I make the rounds to be polite, but its you I focus on. Standing a few feet away from you, I'm watching you from the corner of my eye, drinking and laughing with everyone. I'm so jealous right now that I'm knocking back drinks like they're tap water. I want so badly to run my hands over you, to rub my body against yours, to lick your body from top to bottom. I want so badly for you to want the same.

It's too much, I have to get away. I excuse myself from the group I'm talking to and head into the house. The stairs feel like they are moving. I've had too much to drink already and I know it. I make my way to the bathroom and lock myself inside. I need time to clear my head, time to get my thoughts together. What I really want is for you to be here with me, kissing my neck, nibbling, biting, gripping my body tight against your own. My nipples are hard at just the thought of your mouth on me, pressing against the satin bodice of my dress, adding to the sensation of my imagination running away with me. 

A few deep breaths later, I manage to calm myself , to get my body under some semblance of control. At least I think I have. I hope I have. A few touch-ups and I'm ready to head back to the party. I unlock the door to head back to the party, but I run into a solid chest. Suddenly, I'm being pushed back into the bathroom and the lock is clicked into place. I don't even have time to breathe before you arms are wound around me and your lips are pressed against mine. My hands wind their way around your neck, pulling you closer, pressing our bodies tightly together. 

It's frenzied, and so incredibly fucking hot. We can barely breathe, but we don't care. We know exactly what we both want, and we both know that we are going to get it. My hands have bunched themselves in your collar, locking you in place. Your hands are running down my back, one hand comes to a stop, holding my neck tightly, locking me in place. My breasts are itching to be touched, my body begging for a release that only you can give me. Our tongues are caressing over one another, tasting and testing. Our hands are grappling with our clothing, trying to get to the pleasures of the flesh without letting go of each other.

You get frustrated at the lack of progress, and finally tug my dress straps down my arms, baring my breasts to your hungry hands and mouth. I'm careful not to rip your shirt, but the patience it takes to undo the buttons is pure torture. I get your shirt off, and my hands are on you, your skin hot under my strokes. As your mouth is busy nibbling on my breasts, I lower a hand to your jeans, swiftly unzipping you, spilling your rock hard flesh into my hungry hands. I wrap your cock in my fist, and start to stroke. Up and down, over and over, stroking over your swollen, pulsing flesh.

It's not enough, not even close. I tighten the fist wrapped around your cock, and use the other to push you away from me. At your look, a mixture of confusion and pleasure, I merely grin. An evil little smile that says naughty thoughts are dancing in my head. My eyes locked with yours, I lower myself to my knees, and still smiling, wrap my lips around the head of your stiff flesh. At your sharp intake of breath, I suck your whole rigid length deep into my mouth. You lose your balance, fall forward and grab the counter for support, groaning loudly at the wet sensation of my mouth.

I pump my wrist along the full length of your cock. The synchronized movements make your cock twitch in my mouth and I suck harder and faster, pushing you to the brink. You put a hand at the back of my head fisting it in my hair, holding my head in place. You take my pumping hand away from your cock, and fuck my mouth, forcing the entire length of your dick to the back of my throat and back again. Your so close to the point of exploding, I can taste the pre-cum on my tongue. I can already feel your hot load shooting into my mouth and running down my throat.

You pull my head back by the hair, pulling your cock from my lips. Using my trapped wrist, you yank me up to face you and kiss me, forcing your tongue between my lips, stroking it over my own, drawing a strangled moan from deep inside me. You push a hand under my dress, and finding nothing but skin, you moan loudly, rocking yourself against me. Your hands suddenly grip my ass, and you're lifting me onto the counter and rocking me backwards. With one hand you push both my hands back against the mirror, trapping me between the cold pane and you feverish body. The hand under my dress is rubbing over my glistening pussy, rubbing over my swollen clit. 

Without warning, you shove three fingers into my heat, stretching my pussy wide, letting the juices flow freely. You pump your hand into me, harder and faster and deeper. I'm moaning so loudly that you force my face into your neck to smother the noise. While the noise is minimal, you balance yourself against me and shove your cock hard, fast and deep into my hot, wet lips. I scream into your neck, barely catching myself in time. My ankles come up behind you, locking against your back, holding our lower bodies tightly together. You pump your dick into me again and again and again. You've made me so wet, and I'm so ready for you to fuck me hard.

I feel like I'm on fire, and my orgasm slams into me without warning. I scream into your neck again and again, biting down, not even thinking about the "no marks" rule we agreed on. Your hand has gripped my wrist painfully tight to remind me, but also because you cant hold back anymore. I feel you pulsing inside of me while I'm still cumming, releasing all the pent up pressure. You thrust into me pushing so hard, so deep. The tension from earlier is gone, melted away in orgasm and body fluids running down my thighs.

We're both covered in sweat, slick with each others juices, out of breath and voice. The hand that was trapping my wrists releases its tight hand-cuff grip. You back away enough to clean up as best you can, and re-zip your jeans. Without a word, you leave the bathroom, closing the door behind you. I ease myself down to stand on the floor, cleaning myself up as best I can, but its mostly hopeless. Ive drenched the lower hem of the dress, there's no hiding it. I smile and laugh at my reflection, wondering how to explain it to the party downstairs. 

As I head downstairs, I wonder to myself how we managed to not get caught. I join a small group in the corner of the yard, including the birthday boy, who hands me a fresh drink. The smile on his is so mischievous, that I laugh at him. I catch your eye as he leans into me and whispers something in my ear. My eyes widen, and you both burst out laughing as I stand there frozen in shock. I guess all I can do is laugh along as well.



Cock Tales #001



My name is Philip. My operative name is Ramrod. My job? Lots of people would like to know what I do. My advice to them, and to you, is this: You don't want to know! Besides, what I do isn't what I write about. I travel all over the world and I meet the most beautiful women. In trains, in planes and, in automobiles, I taste of feminine beauty in countries from A to Z. Please don't get the wrong idea. My partners are always willing participants, and in quite a few cases, the fairer sex is the one who initiates the passionate encounter.

I had just arrived in the Port of Freemantle in western Australia. I hailed a cab to take me to my hotel in Perth. The warm air and bright sun felt good, and the city was beautiful. There were gardens of flowers everywhere, and the yards of every home were carefully manicured and ablaze with flowers. We arrived at the Mercure Hotel, and I was anxious to check in; after all, I hadn't relaxed in weeks, and I was due a little vacation. It would turn out to be only two days, but what a two days they would be.

I don't remember what time I lay down, but my nap turned into a much-needed sleep. I woke up at 7:00 pm feeling much revived. I grabbed a shower and a shave and headed for the dining room. A young oriental beauty greeted me and escorted me to a table. I ordered a large steak and a mug of Fosters beer.

I was looking around the dining room when my eyes caught a blonde looking my way. She quickly looked the other way, but not with out raising my hopes of finding a woman to spend the evening with, and if I was real lucky, the night. I got up from the table and walked towards the bar. Standing close to my object of desire, I asked her if I could by her a drink. She said. " A yank" with a beautiful smile. "You can boy me a drink, or you can boy me dinner and drinks." I tried to not look like the cat with the canary in its mouth, and immediately invited her to my table where we began to get acquainted. Her name was Allison and she was a CEO of her own software company. She and her company provided software and database programs designed for very specific and often secret applications, and an equally obscure clientele. This was working out quite well. Neither of us could talk much about our work, and we joked about having to kill the other if we told what we really did. They did discover a wide range of common interests; such as, a love of the sea, love and respect for animals, and great love of being naked, especially in the great outdoors, or should I say outback. Perhaps it was the Fosters, but we were both giddy and quite open about our sexuality. We also enjoyed a wonderful meal, yet for me somehow it wasn't as important as looking at this beautiful woman who just walked into my evening.

Allison and I finished dinner, and drifted into a garden adjacent to the hotel courtyard. It was a warm spring night with a soft breeze and the fragrance of flowers was strong. For the first time we embraced. Our lips met and danced. There was passion in our tongues; it was going to a beautiful night filled with marvelous experiences. "Would you like to take a drive to Freemantle Philip?" Allison asked me in her lovely accent. This evening was like karmic reliefin action, the kind of dream that gave me wet dreams when I was a teenager. "Lets do it, you are driving though. You folks drive on the wrong side of the road!" I teased. Allison laughed easily and kissed me and then pulled me through the lobby to her Holden convertible. We were soon on the expressway to the harbor. I stared at the stars, felt the wind on my face and hair, smelled the sweet smell of Alison, and the beauty of this woman graced his sense of sight. My senses were saturated as we pulled into a secluded area of Cottislow beach. We walked hand in hand on the beach experiencing that sudden mountain top experience of being in lust. I know what you're thinking...he is a chauvinist, which I am not, and besides she had made it clear she was not interested in any long term relationships at this point in her life, and certainly not a long distance one. We talked about enjoying the present and being satisfied with it. So far, I was the most satisfied man on earth.

We embraced under a moonless starlit night. The warm offshore breeze blew Alison's short skirt up, and I was tantalized by the white thong that jumped into view, showing the contrast between her dark bronze skin and the ultra white material. She made no effort to hide it, in fact she gathered her skirt in one hand and pretended she was posing for the camera. She did a half spin in the soft sand and fell into my arms. I pulled her tight body to mine and pressed my lips to hers. She responded with wet lips and an eager tongue. She kind of straddled my left leg, and when I thrust my knee out a bit, she pushed her pussy against my leg. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and encouraged her dance of pleasure. She was so hot, and so was I. We looked into each other's eyes, and hers sparkled and her smile seemed so comfortable to me, so wise and yet, absolutely seductive. She stepped back and undid the buttons on her blouse, one at a time. She pulled the blouse back on her shoulders exposing her beautifully proportioned breasts. A second later the blouse was gone, and so was her bra. I gazed at this beautiful woman, on a beach in Australia, and thanked my lucky stars and my spiritual guide for taking care of my love life.

I was out of my clothes in a heartbeat, and I knelt before her as in worship, and pulled the skimpy panties down her flat abdomen, and beautiful hips. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and I could see her quite easily. My tongue licked her narrow tuft of pubic hair. I licked lower and lightly pushed her labial lips from side to side before allowing the tip of my tongue to enter the channel between. It was wet and hot. She tasted so good as her precum reached my taste buds, and her smell permeated my brain. She said, " My goodness but I do love to be eaten by such a romantic and talented man." I thanked her for her kind remarks, and I added that I would try to make her night as magic as I could. We needed some comfortable, prone position. We spread out a blanket we had brought, and I lay on my back. She straddled me and positioned her sweet pussy in my face. My tongue bathed her snatch, licking her hard clit up and down and side to side. The light touch of my tongue made Alison squirm. I took advantage of this by rolling my face around in her wet slit. The speed and momentum of her squirming quim soon became urgent. "Oh yes Phillip...oh it feels so so good luv..hmmmm oh ya oh God", she screamed "I'm cumming!" Her pussy lips were swollen and so tasty. As her pussy squirmed around my face, I was rewarded with a splash of Allison's cum. It got me so turned on. My cock was rock hard, and she reached her hand back and grasped the long hard shaft. She lifted her body up and back, placing her wet pussy around my engorged prick. She lifted up and down slowly, allowing the sensation to sink into my being. She rode my cock for al long time before removed my cock from her pussy, and replaced it with her mouth. At the same time, her hand deftly milked my meat and she played with my sticky pre cum. It formed long strings from the tip of my cock to her pointed tongue. Her tongue was also talented, licking the slit that would eventually eject my cum. She licked my shaft, and let her tongue dance on the head. She licked my balls, and sucked them onto her mouth like fruit. She was so gentle, and I found it hard to remember when I had been so turned on by a woman. She spread my legs wide and licked all the way down to my ass hole. She toyed with my anus before she commenced seriously sucking of my cock. I watched my meat disappear and reappear from her lips, and felt such good vibes from Allison. My hands ran through her blonde hair, and rode with the rhythm of her head as she expertly sucked my cock. It soon became evident that she was once again aching for some relief. I motioned for her to once again mount my cock. I felt the warm lips close around my dick head. Slowly she eased downward until our pubic hair mashed in wet sticky delight. It felt like her pussy was sucking my cock inward. Her muscles were strong and her appetite for sex was also strong. She lay against me and our lips met in a long and soulful kiss. In our stillness, ever so small movements felt delicious. I could feel the pressure building in my loins, and whispered in her ear that I was soon about to deliver my essence to her. Her mouth found my nipples and began to suck and lick them, first one, then the other. It was as if I had received an electrical shock. My body pushed upwards, and I could feel every muscle in her body strain and quiver. She pushed downward and ground her pussy against my cock. She rocked frontward and backwards as well as from side to side and up and down. A few minutes of that and I was off in the universe with this angel, my mind reeling and my body rapidly approaching the point of no return. My hands cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. It drove her wild and we both began to thrash and scream. My hot load of cum blasted down my penis and exploded into her pussy. My cock squeezed out spurt after spurt as she screamed with delight at the feeling of cum spurting, and my cock riding her G spot. My climax became one of those rare multiple orgasms, and the exquisite feeling kept on and on as we reeled with the power of this union. Our lips were mashed together, arms tightly clasped around one another, and my hard dick riding each and every wave of her orgasm. God knows how long they lay together, but eventually we realized we were no longer on the blanket. The cool sand felt good, and as we lay on their backs side by side, we watched the Southern Cross and a billion stars. This night, this moment was magic pure and simple. We talked and talked and admired one another as well as the night sky. "Come on luv, time for a swim." I stood on wobbly knees and stretched before taking her hand and walking to the waters edge.

The waves weren't really waves, more like ripples with the off shore breeze. The waters of the Indian Ocean were so very warm and refreshing. We played in the water, and held each other tightly. At some point Alison asked me what my plans were for the next day; well, actually today, for when I checked my watch, it was 3:00am. I told her I had no plans, and she responded in a most delightful display of happiness, like a schoolgirl. I was amazed and delighted she was so happy. She told me she wanted to take me back to the hotel and fuck my brains out. Then when we woke up, we'd get a good Ausie breakfast and go into the outback. The only thought that came to my mind at that moment was "sweet destiny".

By 4:00 am we were both standing in my shower, the water pounding away the salt and sand, and some of the tiredness. My eyes beheld a beautiful woman with the most memorable curves. Her muscle tone was suburb, and it was evident that she was very athletic. She bent over to pick up the top to the shampoo, and I couldn't resist taking advantage of the opportunity. My hard cock pushed along the furrow of her pussy, while my hands softly held her hips. She was bent straight legged, and touching the tub bottom with her right hand, her left hand sought out my cock, and guided it into her vagina. Her love tunnel was warm and slick. As I pushed my meat all the way in, she moaned and wriggled her bottom which ground my pubic area against her twat. Her muscles were contracting and holding me tight deep in her pussy. The water cascaded off our bodies adding to the intense pleasure. I stared at her bottom, and her tight little ass while my right hand sought out her clit. I gently massaged the swollen hot spot, and in a moment Allison was bucking against my cock, exploding in orgasm. When she stood up, she turned and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me long and hard. She raised one leg up slightly and captured my hard cock between her legs. I suggested we turn the water off and hop into bed. Still wet, our bodies clung to each other, my cock just inside the entrance to paradise. I could not believe the mutual passion we were expressing. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman who was so compatible with me sexually. She rolled me onto my back and straddled me. For a moment she played with my cock, milking the precum and seductively putting her glistening finger into her mouth where she pulled it in and out, rolled her eyes, and cooed. My hands cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them. Her mouth descended to my cock, and her lips kissed the wet head of my meat. I was getting so very hot, and I could feel myself building. At another time I might have held off, but not this morning. I told her I was close, and she lifted up and brought her pouting pussy down onto my shaft. Alison lifted up and down and rocked her pelvis with my cock sliding in and out of her hole with great enthusiasm. She pinched my nipples and pushed down to get me as deep as possible. I suddenly realized she was very close to climaxing again. Watching her approach orgasm was too much. I yelled that I was cumming, and my hips thrust upwards, lifting us upwards. With a muted scream, she bounced on my cock. I exploded sending my hot reward into her pussy. It spurted out and squished as she continued to take my cock completely out and then in. Her pussy was pulsating along with my dick, and we couldn't say a word. We would later describe how unique and beautiful our lovemaking had been. We considered ourselves blessed to have found each other, even if it was only for a few days.

We awoke at 10 that morning nestled together spoon style, a pleasant way of starting our morning. When fully awake, we dressed for the day, light weight and light colors. It was going to be a hot day in more ways than one.

We ate on the way out of town, a hearty meal that would last us awhile. Yanchep Park is about 50 km north and east of Perth. A full line of fun things to do were available. Wild life, flowers, caves, hiking trails, and horse back riding. I was at Allison's mercy which was fine with me. She knew the country well, and also knew how to get away from tours and tourists. We rented a couple of horses and rode out into the outback. She was a good horseman, and I was average, having ridden years ago. We rode and talked for an hour before coming to a rock outcropping rising gently until it flattened into a plateau. Part of the way up, we stopped at a pool of water that was a couple of acres in its coverage and from 3 feet to about 12 at it's deepest. We dismounted and Alison removed her clothes and ran for the water. I was a bit slower, but when I saw her beautiful naked body splashing in the pool, I got out of my clothes in a heartbeat.

The water was a beautiful aqua, and the bottom sand was brilliant white. The water was warm but refreshing after our ride. When we had had enough of the water, we lay our bodies on the flat tan rock shelf above the pool. It was shaded for the moment, and was a beautiful spot. It felt so good to experiencing the real outback with an exciting female. Our bodies dried out, and I stroked her warm tanned skin. There were no tan lines, and her skin was smooth considering her sun exposure. My hand slid to her pussy, and my fingers rubbed her clitty. She moaned quietly and pushed her pussy into my hand. A moment later my hand was sliding in and out of her hole, wet and sticky with her precum. I put my lips to her left breast and licked the areola and flicked the hard nipple. I then pouted up the other nipple and sucked her breast until it was wet with my saliva. "Fuck me Philip, here in the great outback. Hmmm ya...slip that big cock in... ahhhhhh yes...you feel so good in my pussy!" I stroked my cock in and out of her tunnel stopping once in awhile to rubbing her clit with the swollen head of my dick. I half stood up and stroked my rigid penis with my right hand. Her hand went to her pussy and played with her clit. We watched each other playing with ourselves. It only took a few moments for her to reach the very brink of orgasm, and she screamed, "Fuck me good mate!" My long cock was quickly sliding in and out of her pussy, the opening stretching in and out with my thick cock. Alison's legs locked around my body and her back arched into me as she experienced one massive climax after another. For 5 minutes she was racked with orgasm while I reached my joyful climax. I felt my internal organs and muscles constricting, preparing my cargo for an explosive delivery. I was fucking her hard, my penis slamming in and out. Then the pressure and cosmic force of this beautiful act took over. My cock blew its load as I growled like an animal at the force and feeling of release of cum into her steaming pussy. Her hands cupped my ass and pulled me even tighter as she experienced her final large wave. I could feel my cock spasm and keep pumping my hot cum into her tender tunnel. We held each other until the sun was directly on us, and we walked down to the pool and cooled off.

We were getting hungry and decided to head back to the park and gab a bite to eat. The ride back was uneventful except for the occasional kangaroo hopping by. Over a Fosters and lunch, we discussed whether to go back to Perth, or get a room and stay here for the night. The sun had taken some of our get up and go, so we agreed to check into the local inn. Soon, we were on the king size bed, naked and wrapped around each other.

Allison and I were locked in a passionate kiss that reenergized us for our evening. Her hand stroked my balls and shaft. Her hand cupped and twisted on the head of my dick drawing out my sticky precum. She broke our kiss and pushed my legs apart. She placed my meat into her mouth and sucked it with great expertise. A few moments later she straddled my body, adjusting her ass and pussy at the disposal of my eager mouth. I licked her twat and ass hole while she serviced my erect cock. I do love 69, it is my favorite number. My face was soon covered with her essence. She tasted so good; her labial lips were pouted and clitty hard and stiff. I flicked her clit with my tongue and sucked it gently with my mouth. I placed a finger into her rectum and finger fucked her ass. She responded immediately by rocking her hips and treating my tongue from bush to slick honey pot. My tongue probed her hole while my hands fingered her ass and squeezed her ass cheeks. Her mouth felt like a pussy with a tongue! I was really getting close to cumming. I automatically became more frantic in my efforts to devour her cunt. As she came, she rewarded me with a flood of her own cum. I in turn flooded her eager mouth with my hot liquid. As we disengaged, we were face to face, her beautiful smiling face covered with my sperm, and the creamy reward lumped on her tongue. I pulled her to me and kissed her lips, sharing my own cum. It was salty, and it turned me on to the point I never lost my hard on. After a short rest, during which she stroked my cock, we resumed calling it "round two".

Alison was on the bed, on her knees, her ass ready for my penetration. I positioned myself behind her in typical doggy fashion, but I paused to appreciate the beautiful ass before me. By rock hard cock slid in easily and was soon vigorously stroking Alison's pussy. I reached around and played with her lovely breasts while I pushed deep into her and held her to me. I rotated my hips and pulled up against her G spot. "Oh my God YES!" she screamed. My efforts were quickly rewarded when she had multiple orgasms that clenched my cock and pulled it from the depths of my prostate. She rocked her hips and continued to fuck my cock while she trembled with the intensity of release. We were yelling, laughing and crying all at the same time. What a fuck it was, and each time it got better and more intense. The only negative thought was that we would have to say good-bye within 24 hours.




Cock Tales #001



We lay in each other's arms and kissed and explored our bodies. We talked about our lives as well as the benefits and drawbacks of being "professionals". But there was no denying that we were very attracted to each other physically of course, but a cord was struck in our souls, like we knew one another before. It was an intense feeling that stayed in the back of our minds while we fucked and sucked our way through the night.

Upon waking the next morning we snuggled for a long time before fingers began probing. This was spontaneous, and she left me on my back and mounted my cock. Her pussy was hot and slick. My hands traced her curves while she pinched her nipples. We hugged and kissed while she increased the pace of her movements. In no time we were out of control. Her ass was slapping my legs as she impaled her pussy on my cock. My hands ran through her shoulder length blond hair, and felt her hair brush against my nipples. As if in cue, we came together, our sweaty bodies rolling together in a passionate dance of love.

But now it was time to pack it up and head back to Perth. I had received a message through an Australian contact that I was to board a Lear jet at the airport at 6 pm local time. I wasn't told where I was going or why my R & R had been cut short, and I wasn't pleased. Allison understood better than I that sometimes our jobs come first. The ride back was a little quiet and showed the depth of feeling that had developed in just 2 days. By noon, we were back at the Hotel. Allison went to her room to get a change of clothes so we could do some shopping before I departed.

I took a shower, and had been there for about 5 minutes when I saw Allison's sleek tanned body entering the bathroom. She entered the tub with her characteristic smile, and those sexy blue eyes. The water cascaded over our bodies as we held each other tight. Water trickled down around our mashed lips adding to the erotic sense of the moment. Allison stroked my cock until it was rock hard and placed it between her labial lips. The water flowed between us as I bent my knees a bit to allow my cock to transverse her valley. She turned and put her hands against the shower wall opposite the showerhead. As she bent slightly, her beautiful ass and pussy were clearly visible. The water was hot as it pounded my back and I was hot as I pounded my rigid member into her juicy cunt. My hands squeezed her breasts and then traced her flat abdomen and round ass. "You feel so good." She purred. "I love to be fucked from behind. I can feel you cock so deep inside my puss. Oh ya luv, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I stroked my cock in and out while she reached her clit with her right hand. In a few moments, she looked back with an ecstatic expression that told me she was totally in the moment. My climax was starting when she had her first orgasmic tidal wave. Her cunt squeezed my cock deep in side her which gave me an incredible feeling when I tried to pull outwards. I was moaning louder and louder as my hips pumped and rammed into her. As I pumped my hot cum into her she screamed with delight and came again and again. Eventually, we finished our shower, dried off and started to get dressed.

I sat on the bed and watched beautiful Allison slipped into her thong. She rubbed lotion on her chest and massaged each breast with deliberate care. I couldn't help myself. There I sat on the bed with my dick as hard as could be. She smiled as she acknowledged my stiff meat, and knelt between my knees. She positioned my cock at the entrance to her lips. She pulled her golden hair back and took my cock deep into her mouth. I watched her suck my dick with the greatest of care and love. When she stood up and suggested I get up on the bed, I noticed that her crotch was wet as could be. Her fingers were playing with her pussy with the thong pulled to one side. A moment of that, and she was out of it and on me. She stroked my cock with her mouth, and her pussy with her fingers. Between slurps of my cock head, she said, "Before we go, I want you to fuck me in my ass." My heart skipped a beat during which time I said your wish is my command. She reached into a bag and produced some lubrication and a dildo. She rubbed the slick solution all over my dick taking time to slide her hands up and down my penis. She then positioned herself on her back and put her legs back until they were even with her ears. With her hands she pulled her ass cheeks apart providing me with a perfect view of her tight ass hole. My cock head touched her anal entrance and I heard her moan sweetly. I pushed very slowly at first, allowing the cock head to almost disappear from view. Her ass was tight and hot. I had to think hard just to not cum right then. This was one sexy woman, and she loved to make love. Slowly my cock was pushing into her bunghole. She played with her pussy opting to go for the dildo after few moments. By now, my cock was all the way in and the feeling was unbelievable. Then I started to slide my cock in and out, as we both watched. Her pussy was slick and the dildo was wet with her pre cum. It buzzed at the entrance and around the clit. I had to pull on my nuts and squeeze my cock several times, but I managed to fuck her ass for about 20 minutes before the urge to blow my wad became overwhelming. I told Allison I was close, and she shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt. I felt the difference right away. The hole I was fucking became tighter, and I was excited to think it was another dick in her. As my hot sperm flooded her anal cavity, she screamed with delight and pinched her nipples as she came mightily. All too soon, they had to get up and once again attempt to get dressed. She put on a slinky black dress and was the picture of the eternal mystery and raw sexuality of womankind. I was going to miss my newfound friend.

The rest of our afternoon was taken up with a walk through the main shopping district of Perth. We ate a marvelous lunch and tried to stay in the moment, the one that saw them together. At 5:00 pm we left for the airport.

As we swung into the entrance, she made a turn opposite of the one that would take me to the hanger I was to depart from. She saw my quizzical look and assured me she would have me at the plane on time. She parked at a secluded part of the airport next to an abandoned hanger. She took me by the hand and led me inside the large wooden structure. She led me up some stairs to what must have been a parachute loft at one time. Allison pulled her dress up and her hand traced the curves of her near naked body. She straddled my face and lowered her crotch to my mouth. I pulled the thin fabric of her thong down and licked her small clump of light colored pubic air. My nose rubbed her clit while I stretched my tongue out to touch her pussy. It was damp and delicious. Little drops of dew stuck to her hairs. I pushed her back and buried my head between her thighs. My tongue licked her lips, her clit and the wetness oozing from her cunt. I licked her ass hole and back up to her clit. Her legs were clenching my head in a show of great passion. I munched her cunt until her hips lifted off the floor and her wetness pushed and swiveled around my face. She had one orgasm before jumping on top of me. Her lips licked my wet face and lips. Her tongue deeply probed my mouth as she struggled to get my clothes off. With her quivering and panting, I removed my clothes and lay on my back. Once again she mounted my cock and fucked me good. I was about to climax and she knew it. She jumped off and placed my glistening shaft in her mouth. She sucked and licked for a minute or two before I lost all control. My cum jetted into her open mouth. As I continued to cum, her lips closed around the head and sucked my gift as quickly as I produced it. My cum was sticky and stringy between her lips; and, a strand connected my cock to her lips. She slurped it up and then milked my cock with her mouth. It was a beautiful blowjob for sure. We cleaned up a bit and left the venerable old building. I doubt it had seen any action like that since the war.

Right on time the sleek black Lear Jet taxied up to the hanger. While the crew oversaw the refueling operation, Allison and I said our farewells. We hugged and kissed thinking that this moment would never end. However, reality always wins out, and my last look of Allison was standing by the fence in that sexy black dress hiked up to her navel, a sight that was burned into my memory. She waved, I waved, and the moment was over. I was off on another assignment. Where would it be this time? I picked up the sealed orders next to me and opened them. Next stop? Stay tuned.



Cock Tales



My penis, when fully erect, is just over five inches long. This is, I know, on the small side, but then, while I see lots of huge cocks in porn, I certainly see a lot that don't look any bigger than mine. It's also true that, when fucking girls, I have occasionally gone too deep into their vaginas, and hurt them. So it seems to that my dick is big enough for the job. I'm quite happy with the size of it, anyway. 

I'm also happy that I'm circumcised. I simply don't like the look of uncircumcised pricks. When I was at school, most of the kids were circumcised like me. The exceptions were some Lebanese boys. When I saw their uncircumcised dicks in the toilets I was quite shocked. At the time, I didn't actually know that I had been circumcised, of course. I just thought that Lebanese dicks were different. 

In its natural state, my balls and the base of my penis are covered with black hair, but these days I mostly keep it shaved. Dicks look much better shaved, I think, and my wife certainly agrees. I also always make sure I shave before making one of my frequent trips to my favourite nude beach. If people want to see my cock and balls, I want to be sure they get as good a view of it as possible. 

As you can tell from that, I'm now quite an exhibitionist. I was very different as a kid though. I was very modest about my body, and went to great lengths to ensure that no-one ever saw my penis. I remember once when I was on a school retreat. We were lining up to have a shower with only towels wrapped around our waists. My best friend, who was also the class clown and the butt of many jokes, had his towel snatched away by another boy. I watched as he ran up and down the dormitory, trying to get it back, his dick flopping around ridiculously. I remember thinking how mortified I would have been if this had happened to me. 

A few minutes later, it was my turn to get into the shower with another boy, whose name was Les. I was extremely embarrassed of course (although I can't deny that I looked at his dick). This was, I believe, the only time I was ever naked in front of another person before I lost my virginity (apart from one occasion when my grandfather came in to the bathroom and had a look at me in the shower, and when I showed myself to my sister, of which more later). 

But at the same time, the idea of being naked began to attain a certain thrill. I remember the first time I dared to take off all my clothes in the back garden. I ran across the lawn and into a clump of trees behind the garage, terrified that someone would see me. During the school holidays, I took to sunbathing in the yard and, when Mum was out shopping, would occasionally slip my shorts off and lie in the deckchair with the sweat dripping off me and the sun shining onto my dick and balls. I was sure the people who lived on either side of us would, at any moment, peer through the fence and see me, or that my mother would come home unexpectedly and catch me. 

I had discovered masturbation at an early age. I remember, even before my first ejaculation, lying in bed toying with my dick - I loved the way I could push my balls up into my body and bring them out again. Soon I was masturbating two or three times a day. 

One Christmas we went to stay on a farm. Behind the farmhouse, at a lower level and therefore not visible from it, ran a creek. I would go down to it each day, make sure no-one was coming, then strip off all my clothes and swim naked in it. I had a crush on an older girl named Margot at the time and I took to performing a ritual. I'd pick up one of the round, smooth stones which lined the creek bed and scratch a little love message to her on it. Then I'd masturbate, squirting my spunk onto the stone. I'd rub it onto the message and toss it into the river. 

On only one occasion did I intentionally show myself naked to anyone, and that was to my sister. She had her best friend over to our house one day, and I remember being particularly overcome by a feeling of lust. I had a shower and, wrapping a towel around my waist, walked down the hall, stopping at the door to my sister's bedroom, where the two girls were playing, and looking in at them. I have no idea what I thought might happen (I think I had some sort of scenario in my mind of us playing and the towel dropping 'accidentally' ). I went into my bedroom and took the towel off and stood in front of my wardrobe, and looked like I was rummaging through there for clothes. I remember I had never felt so naked before, so aware of my dick and balls as part of my body yet hanging outside it, obscenely bare. After a few minutes my sister skipped into the room, saw me, went "Oh!" in an embarrassed way and raced out. I must have enjoyed this for I remained in position, my ploy of rummaging for clothes wearing increasingly thin, until my sister ventured in once more, saw my penis again, and repeated her hasty exit. 

Being so shy as a kid, I was hopeless with girls. While I was at school, I only ever took a girl on a date once, and I had never even really kissed a girl. As it turned out, the first time I kissed a girl properly, the first time I felts a girl's breasts, and the first time I tasted a cunt, all happened within the space of about an hour. 

It was at a party towards the end of my first year at uni. There was a girl named Louise there with whom I shared a few classes, and who I had been lusting after for a while (though of course I was too shy to try to chat her up). We both ended up pretty drunk, and somehow started to kiss each other. 

Unfortunately my cock failed me that night. A combination of alcohol and the sheer momentousness of the occasion meant I couldn't get hard enough to fuck. The truth was, I was so glad to finally get my hands on a girl's naked body, I didn't really care. That night, Louise became the first girl to handle and suck my penis, and I licked out her pussy, loving the taste of it, but we didn't fuck properly until about a week later. 

Louise and I had soon moved into a house together, and my cock continued to perform its duties. I don't think it has ever gotten so hard again, or stayed hard for so long, as that first year or so of fucking Louise. She was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, olive skin, lovely breasts with puffy, pale brown nipples, a delicious cunt, and a puckered grey arsehole that I took great delight in licking. I don't know what was best - doing her missionary style, so I had a perfect view of my cock plunging into her tight, brown-haired pussy, lifting my body up so the top of my painfully hard prick rubbed against her pubic bone; or doing her from behind, where I could part her buttocks and admire her anus as I screwed her. Both were equally good. I thought that I would be with Louise forever, and made no attempt to fuck other girls until the end of our relationship, although I knew there were some who wanted me to. 

Louise and I began to drift apart however and I left her for another girl, who was much more promiscuous, an exhibitionist who would try anything and was happy to let me fuck her up the arse, which Louise had never let me do. And there was an agreement that we could fuck other people. As my girlfriend - who became my wife and who is with me to this day - is also bisexual, we have had several threesomes with girls (it always feels amazing fucking another girl as she watches). I now went through a serious period of trying to fuck every girl I could. 

Meanwhile, I was masturbating as much as ever. My cock demands attention at least once, often twice day, and failing to relieve it of some sperm leaves my mind awash with sex and incapable of doing anything else useful. Sometimes I resent this tyranny my penis has over me, but the pleasure I derive from pumping it as I view porn, or recall my sexual encounters in as much detail as I can muster, means the resentment never lasts long. 

For years I've experimented with different masturbation techniques. Sometimes I tie up my cock after it's hardened so that the blood is trapped in it and it bulges and turns purple, the veins sticking out on the shaft like cords (I have also fucked my wife - very pleasurably - with my cock tied like this). One day I shaved all the hair off my balls and the base of my cock for the first time, so that they were smooth like they had been when I was a little boy discovering masturbation. I was pleased with the increase in sensation that this brought about (another bonus was that when I was shaved my wife would take my balls in her mouth and suck them). After a couple of days the hair growing back would make my balls itch, but I found this quite pleasant and it gave me an erection when walking. 

I also began to experiment with cock torture. My usual technique was to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, wanking until I was hard, then tie a cord tightly around the base of my scrotum. I would then fasten laundry pegs and bulldog clips to the engorged flesh until the skin became so tight I couldn't get any more on (I found that a bulldog clip, fastened lengthwise along the base of the shaft, just behind the 'V' of the glans, particularly pleasurable). Taking hold of the ends of the cord which bound my genitals I would tug on it so my stinging cock and balls, heavily weighted with the clips and pegs, would bounce slowly up and down, my glans as red and shiny as an apple, the pain,especially of the bulldog clips, quite intense, until the spunk shot powerfully out of me and spattered in the sink. 

On other occasions I would tie up my prick and slap it with my leather belt until both cock and balls were red and stinging. When we were fucking, I'd get my wife to treat my cock roughly, to pull and twist it as hard as she could, to not worry about hurting me. 

Meanwhile, my feelings about my body were changing. I started to fantasise about being naked in public places. 

My first steps in this direction came on an overseas holiday, when my wife and I were staying in a room without its own bathroom. The bathroom we had to use was on the second floor, a big white painted room with a bath and shower over it, and a large window, overlooking a fairly busy street, which was always kept open. While standing up and having a shower, there would have been a direct line of vision between you and the street - where people could be seen walking about 30 metres away - had there not been affixed to the wall on a hinge a pane of marbled glass by which, swinging it towards you, you could hide yourself. 

As I stepped in to have a shower on my first day there, I instinctively moved the glass to cover myself, but as I was washing I thought about what it would be like to shower without doing this. The idea frankly terrified me. What if someone saw me from the street and then complained to the police, and they came to the hotel to make inquiries and - my paranoia running high here - I was thrown out of the country? Rather unlikely, I knew, but still possible, and the possibility was both frightening and exciting. That night, as I lay in bed, I made up my mind I was going to do it. 

Next morning I arrived in the bathroom, a towel around my waist and my throat dry. I pushed the glass screen flat against the wall and, behaving as nonchalantly as possible, stepped into the bath and turned on the shower. I began to wash my hair, my back against the window, then turned around so that my cock was perfectly visible from the street. When I saw people walking along the pavement I had a powerful urge to turn around or cover myself, but I fought against it. 

When I had finished washing I stepped out of the bath and towelled myself dry, walking past the window as I did so, then squatting on the floor I thought about what I had just done and wanked until I came. I repeated this every day I was at the hotel. I don't know if anyone saw me. 

One evening I was walking home from work when I was overcome by a feeling of lust. I stopped and looked around. There were lights on in the houses but I couldn't see anyone, and there were no cars on the road. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out. Feeling both scared and excited I continued to walk down the street with it hanging out. I passed houses with their doors open, whose occupants, had they been looking out of them at the moment I passed, could have seen me like this. 

I have repeated this act many times now. I usually begin by going to a secluded spot where I take my cock out and masturbate until I'm hard. I ease my balls out of my pants too, so that my genitals are entirely outside my clothing. I walk along, my stiff cock bobbing up and down. If a car approaches, or I see someone up ahead, I momentarily cover myself with my briefcase. At some point I stop and masturbate until I come. 

One night, after alcohol had given me courage, I stripped naked, went to the front door and opened it. It was about three o'clock in the morning and my wife was asleep in the bedroom. I stepped out, walked to the front gate, and looked up and down the street. It was brightly lit by street lights but very quiet, with no lights showing in the houses. Up at the end of the street, the occasional car drove past. I opened the gate and stepped onto the pavement. 

It was the first time I had ever been completely naked out in the open like this, and I found it exhilarating. I began to pull my cock, turning this way and that. I thought about people looking out their windows and seeing this pervert, and calling the police, and how risky it was doing this right outside my house, but that made it more exciting. So far I had been shielded by parked cars to some extent, but now I walked past them and stood in the middle of the street with my feet apart (I remember the feeling of the road under my bare feet), my cock really stiff now, and wanked unashamedly until I came, my sperm hitting the road with a loud 'splat!' 

I have since ventured out naked like this several times. In my boldest effort, I walked right to the end of my street one night, past some twenty houses, masturbating all the way. I came to a factory with a chain link fence and stuck my cock through it (I remember the rough feeling of the wire on the base of my balls). 

My growing exhibitionism had another outlet in photography. Back when I was with Louise, I persuaded her to let me take a photo of her lying on our bed wearing only a white camisole, her tits and pussy bare. Afterwards, she tried to take a photo of me naked as well, but I cupped my hand over my dick so that nothing showed in the picture she finally took. The idea that there would be a photo of me with my cock showing which someone might find was unthinkable to me at the time. 

But one day I decided I needed to take just such a photo. These were the days before digital photography, so I had to use my Polaroid camera. I taped it to the side of a chair in the lounge room, stripped off my clothes, and stood in front of the camera with one foot on the coffee table so there would be a good view of my cock and balls, which I had shaved. 

I hid the resulting photo, which showed my face as well, away in a book. At first I was sort of embarrassed about it and worried someone would find it. I would take it out and look at it, at my nakedness, and sometimes I masturbated to it. Is it perverse to masturbate looking at yourself? I suppose it is. (Then again Salvador Dali, a great expert on wanking, recommended that you always do it in front of a mirror). 

There is obviously an exhibitionistic thrill that motivates a lot of people who are into porn. I wonder if there are any women who masturbate looking at pornographic images of themselves in magazines or on the Net. I'm sure some of the men in porn wank to their own videos. 

The fact is, as no doubt the reader has noticed, I like my cock. I like to look at it, and stroke it, and see it disappear into a girl's mouth or pussy or - best of all - arsehole. I have said that I'm happy with the size of it, but there is one reason that I would like it to be bigger - how I would love to be one of those guys who are big enough, and flexible enough, to suck themselves off! Sometimes I dream that I'm able to do this. There'll I'll be, doubled up, my hard cock in my mouth. It's the most wonderful feeling. I'll wake up feeling ecstatic - I can do it! - and then I realise that I can't. 

Not happy with having just the one photo, I began to build up a collection of photos of my penis in various stages of erection. I took photos of it tied up, my balls round and shiny. One day, while searching the net, I came upon a notice by a guy offering to send photos of his wife to other men, on the condition that they send photos back of them ejaculating on to her. I was happy to oblige him. 

One day, in a lascivious mood, I stripped naked, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went into the backyard. A train line ran along the back of it, so that those people sitting on the top level of a train, and looking out the window at the right time, could see straight down into it. 

Slipping the towel off, I stood in the middle of the yard, wanking myself until I was hard, then took some photos of my erection. When I heard a train's rumbling approach, I quickly covered myself with the towel. But then I grew bolder. I laid the towel out on the ground and lay on my back on top of it. As the next train passed, and several after that, I lay there in full view so that anyone glancing out of the window at the right moment would have seen me. 

After a while I stood up again. There was a pile of yellow sand in one corner of the garden - we had been doing some building work - and I went and knelt in front of it. I took a handful of sand and let it drop on my stiff prick, then rubbed it roughly onto it, then standing up again jerked off until I ejaculated. I finished by taking a photo of me pissing on the ground. 

I had, I should explain, been taking nude photos of my wife from almost the beginning of our relationship (I had even inherited some of her taken by her previous boyfriend), but now persuaded her to let me take more hardcore pics of her, including some of her playing with and sucking my penis. One night, after taking a few such shots, I handed her the camera and lay on the bed with my legs apart. "Take a photo of my cock," I said. She did as I asked. For the first time I really felt like a porn model. 

At first, as I had done with that initial photo of me naked, I hid these pictures away. But then, as my inhibitions continued to decline, I began to post them on the net. At first I obscured my wife's face on these, but after while I didn't even do that. Inspired by the guy who had sent me the pic of his wife, I emailed pictures of mine with her pussy spread open to other men, who sent in return shots of them ejaculating onto her image. It thrilled me that strangers were looking at my wife's tits and pussy. (She had, and still has no idea that I have done this.) I also posted my cock on a number of gay sites. 

This brings me to the subject of other men's cocks. Now, in my earlier years, while I never had anything against homosexuality, I considered myself straight and solely attracted to women. As an adolescent, my chief source of porn was girlie magazines. Later, I graduated to hardcore videos, and loved to watch men and women fucking, but my interest remained in the women. 

I only ever came close to having a homosexual experience once. My wife and I were at the pub one night when we got to talking to a younger guy with long curly black hair, whose name was, appropriately enough, Rod. My wife asked if we could take him home with us because she wanted to fuck him, and eventually I said yes. So we went back to our place and had a few more drinks. 

The next thing I knew I was lying on my belly, naked, on my bed, and felt something pushing against my arse. I realised that Rod was trying to push his cock into me. I panicked. For a start I wondered whether he was wearing a condom (next day, I found a used one next to the bed, so he was) but mostly I just wasn't ready for this. I raced out of the bedroom and shut myself in the spare bedroom next door. 




Cock Tales



After a while I calmed down. I went back into my bedroom. Rod was now lying asleep on his back on our bed (my wife had crashed in the lounge room) with just a pair of green underpants on. I lay down next to him, naked. For a while I thought about what I should do. It would be so easy to pull his underpants down and touch his cock, maybe take it into my mouth. But in the end I didn't. I went back to the spare room and went to sleep. 

Soon after this came the Internet, and the splendours of Internet porn, and my masturbation habits changed. I saw a lot more hardcore now, so that in a typical session I might see almost as many cocks as cunts. I found I liked photos of women fucked by more than one man at a time, and particularly liked to see a woman taking two cocks into her mouth simultaneously. I love photos of women with male strippers (there seem to be a lot more of these photos around recently) with women touching and sucking their cocks (how I envy these guys!). While images of women's naked bodies, their cunts spread open, remain my paramount interest, I now found that I liked looking at cocks too. When I posted my dick on gay sites, a few men sent me pics of theirs, and I wanked while looking at them. I began to fantasise more and more about sucking one. 

Then, a year ago now, my exhibitionistic and voyeuristic desires finally saw me pick up the courage to go to a nude beach. I'd read that one called Cobblers, about twenty minutes from the city, attracted women - indeed families - as well as men. I was a little scared when I arrived there for the first time. The beach was crowded with men, women and children, most of them completely naked. I stripped off and lay on my towel, hardly able to believe that I was finally naked in public. 

I walked down to the water, my cock there for everyone to see, thnking about people seeing it. Afterwards I lay back on my towel, taking in tits, pussies and a seemingly endless parade of cocks, some small, some long, with one old man strolling along completely erect, with no-one batting an eyelid. I was in heaven! 

Towards the end of my first visit, I moved up to the entrance of the beach. I lay back on the sand, my legs spread, so that everyone who came onto it had to walk right past me. There was a guy lying on his back next to me, his penis, topped with a bush of black pubes and about the same size as mine, resting on his belly (he probably had the same exhibitionistic ideas as me) and for the first time in my life I allowed myself to have a long, leisurely look at another man's penis. 

Then one day I decided to, as it were, bring matters to a head. In the morning I set off for Cobblers Beach again, and arrived on the bus there about midday. There were perhaps thirty people on the beach, and as I stepped onto the sand I immediately noticed a very attractive young couple, the girl a blonde with lovely breasts and a shaved pussy. I lay my towel down next to them, so that I was just a few feet away from me. On the other side of me were a middle-aged couple, very suntanned, the woman with big pendulous tits and her pussy also shaved. She spent most of the time while I was there lying on her back reading a book, her feet towards me so that, any time I wanted to, I could glance over and have a look at her slit. I'm sure that's what she wanted.

After a while a very attractive girl with long, dark blonde hair parted in the middle and wearing stylish clothes arrived on the beach. She came down to the sand and dipped her foot in the water, then went back to the grassy, raised part of the beach to your right as you faced the sea. She was with three guys and I watched her undress. I was keen to see her naked so I walked up the beach to where she was sitting in a shady spot. She had her knees drawn up and her arms folded over her breasts. It looked like she had been talked into coming to the beach by her companions and was a little uncomfortable being there. I was disappointed that I couldn't see more of her body, but enjoyed walking past her again as I made my way back to the beach, really close to her so that she would see my cock. 

I sat back on my towel and watched the young couple playing in the water together. They were hugging each other and, for a moment, I thought they might even be fucking. They left the water and returned to their towels, and in the process of rearranging their things the girl bent over and I got a brief but lovely glimpse of her cunt from behind. 

Then I saw that the shy girl was walking towards the beach. I sat up and watched as she entered the water to my right and swam around for a while. It looked like I was wrong about her being shy for she left the water at the other end of the beach so that she had to walk the length of it to get back to her spot. As she walked passed me I made no secret of the fact that I was looking at her. She had pale skin, perky, medium sized breasts, and her pubic hair was shaved into a strip (this was the only trace of pubic hair I saw on any of the women that day). And I saw she had a little smile on her face, like she was really enjoying being nude in front of people. I guessed this was her first experience at a nude beach. 

There were a couple of other cute girls there, including a pretty, dark-haired girl who arrived wearing a red top and black shorts, who ran around looking excited to be there. While her boyfriend stripped immediately she kept her clothes on for a long time and I thought she was another shy one, but eventually she stripped down to a thong. I walked up the beach to get a look at her. She was rubbing cream on herself and I saw that her breasts were particularly lovely, with stubby pink nipples. 

I left the beach after a few hours, having been able to get a close look at five cunts and numerous cocks. I got onto the bus and sat at the back seat. I was incredibly randy and rubbed my penis through my jeans. On a couple of previous occasions, while making this trip back from the beach, I had pulled my cock out of my pants and masturbated until I ejaculated onto the back of the seat in front of me.

I needed to cum again, but now I made a sudden decision. In recent months, I had become even more obsessed with the idea of sucking another man's cock. There was, I knew, a sex shop in the city which had video booths with glory holes. I would go there and see what happened. 

I arrived at the shop and went downstairs. There was a small hallway with about five booths on each side, and beyond them an open area in which I could see three men. It was quite dark. I stepped into one of the booths and shut the door behind me and locked it. There was a coin-operated video machine in there, with a hetero loop playing. On the wall to the right there was a tissue dispenser, a bin and a condom machine, and down at cock level a glory hole cut roughly in the wooden partition. 

I put a $2 coin in the slot and a video came on with a guy sucking off another guy. I pulled my jeans down and began to wank myself. Occasionally men went into the booth next door, and some peered through the hole. I had thought of glory holes mainly in terms of cocksucking, but it was also a real pleasure to be watched as I masturbated. I positioned myself so that my prick could be clearly seen through the hole as I stroked it. A couple of times, a guy with gold-rimmed glasses peered through the hole at my cock, then looked up at my face. I didn't mind him seeing it. 

It was very hot in there and the sweat was pouring off me - my dick was sweaty in my hand. The video stopped but I didn't need to see any more of it. I realised that I could stay in the booth for as long as I liked, until what ever was going to happen happened. I brought my penis a little closer to the hole. 

Then a guy came into the next booth and shut the door. He was wearing white pants and I could see him pulling them down. He put his face to the hole and, still holding my dick between thumb and finger, I slipped the head of it into his mouth and he started to suck it. I realised that, because I'd been swimming, it would taste salty.

After a minute or so I withdrew. Then he put his cock through the hole - and it was huge! It must have been seven or eight inches. It was very stiff, and curved upwards, circumcised thank goodness, with a swollen head. He had pressed himself right against the wall of the booth so both cock and balls were fully in view. I was somewhat taken aback by it. 

I took hold of it, the first time I had touched another man's penis. It was so hard. Then I rubbed my own against it - it seemed so small compared to his - and squeezed our two pricks together - another fantasy of mine fulfilled. 

And then it was time. I knelt down and took the cock into my mouth.

I hadn't really thought about what a cock would taste like, and was surprised at how strong it did taste, and it took me a little while to get used to it. It felt sort of as I had expected, but somewhat different. The head was spongey, and I was amazed at how it filled my mouth.

I still held the shaft as I sucked on it, wanking him as I did so. I stopped to kiss the head, then licked down the shaft to his balls, which were hairy - I would have much preferred him to be shaved - then took him in my mouth again. I could hardly believe I was doing this.

After a while though, I realised I wasn't going to cum. I think it was just all too overwhelming. I kept wanking and kissing the other guy's cock, and wondered whether I should try to make him spurt. But I simply wasn't sure of the etiquette, and after a while I grabbed my bag and left. 

I went to a bar and had a few beers and thought about what I had done. I was pleased that I had finally done it, after thinking about it for so long. I had enjoyed it too, and I am sure I'll do it again some day. I often bring the memory of it back when I'm masturbating, and I find that it enhances my enjoyment of watching women in porn giving blowjobs to know exactly how it feels. Next time, I think I would like the guy to cum in my mouth and swallow his sperm. 

I must say, though, that I would never have actually done this had I not been seeing so many cocks on the internet. I have no doubt that internet porn is making a lot more men bisexual. And if you're a guy reading this who's wondering whether to try cocksucking, I'd advise you to go for it. I think you should try and have as many experiences as you can in this life.

So, from being a shy kid, I have come full circle. If it were legal, I would love to walk around the streets naked. I fantasise about going to Cap d'Agde, the famous nudist resort in France (for some reason, the idea of shopping nude in a supermarket particularly appeals to me). Recently, I have taken to posting nude pics of me on the internet with my face something, something I would never have done before. I don't even care if someone I know finds them. After all, if they're looking for such pictures, they must be a pervert just like me.



Cock Tales



She sat on the wooden stool in the bar brooding over a glass of gin with a twist of lime. Belle was past angry. Trent had really pissed her off in his texts. 

She was trying to be serious about him being so polite to her needs, but he would never say what he needed. She longed for him to say what he desired.

She typed, "I don't want a chameleon who changes his colors to suit the environment. I can buy one of those any day of the week!"

His reply, "M-mmm, baby!" 

Belle text him back, "No, m-mmm baby! I am tired of it all." 

He replied, "You are making me hard!" 

After several texts, he typed for her to be at The Big Hunt in Georgetown around 8pm. Belle was right on schedule, but once again he was late. She had no patience for him today.

Trent leaned against the wall, his brilliant sapphire eyes searing through the crowd. She was there. He lifted his nose to the air as his nostrils flared. Her scent was wafting like candied sex stuck in the thick air. He swaggered towards the bar drinking in her splendor poured in the stool. Her dark hair straightened to cascade down the middle of her back. Her tight leather skirt hiked up her crossed legs. Her polished nails wrapped around a tumbler bringing it to her glossy full lips like a seductress. 

Trent sneaked behind Belle placing his nose gently in her hair to take a long whiff. Her henna smelled like blackberries fused with crushed violet petals. He reached out to stroke her hair from the crown to the ends as she stammered, "Watch it!"

Pivoting she turned to see Trent. His scent drifting like sandalwood with a hint of musk. His body language was smooth like a drink of fine cognac. He had that mysterious vibe to him that all women found irresistible. She rolled her eyes whipping back to the bar with her stool. 

He stopped her mid-swing, "Hey Gorgeous. How is Belle?" 

She was still angry with him, "You have some nerve!" 

He smirked, "Yeah, baby." The words smacked her, "Why do you have to toy with me, Trent?" 

He grinned, "You know I love your toys." 

Her eyes narrowed flashing dark sparks, "Are you serious? Really, Trent?"

Trent placed his hand on her upper thigh as she bit her bottom lip. He laughed, "Belle, baby." 

She scowled, "Don't call me Baby!" 

He inched his hand up under her skirt. She uncrossed her legs. She was so mad, but wanted his touch. His fingers crawled their way to the swatch of lace material he longed to feel. His finger deftly circling her pearl through the smooth material. 

His pointer finger fell to her hidden paradise as he felt warm sticky honey on the lace stitching. He whispered next to her ear, "Someone has been a bad girl." 

With her teeth clenched she barked, "Leave me alone!"

His blue diamonds sparkled, "No, I cannot leave you alone." 

She tried to force her legs shut. He shoved his leg between her knees. He swept the lace cocoon covering her honeypot to the side probing her tight tunnel with the tip of his finger. She pushed at his hand. He held firmly pushing his whole finger inside.

Her cheeks were stained with scarlet fury, "You have no right!" He leaned in to her, "Yes, I do. It is my job to make Belle's pussy feel good." 

He harpooned in and out her tightness feeling her luxurious walls grip his finger. He moaned, "Belle's pussy is so happy, so warm, so moist, and so tight. Damn!" 

Heads were beginning to turn as Belle's voice spilled over, "Let me up! I am going to the bathroom!"

Trent lifted his brow, "Good idea!" Belle pushed him, "Stay away from me!" 

She turned on her heels on a fast trek to the ladies' room. Trent was dead on her tracks. She reached the door finding only the handicap stall available. She heard women gasp as she was slamming the stall door. An arm jutted in to prevent her from closing it. Trent forced it open, then locked it. He started towards Belle with a hungry look.

Belle yelled, "Get out!" 

Trent smiled, "Your problem is you want me to put my cock in you deep right here in this stall, but you are afraid to say it! I want deep in Belle's pussy, Baby." 

He turned her away from him placing his arms around her to pull their bodies tight. He gripped her full breasts. He fingered her top button open then ripped her white blouse to provide full access to her red silk Vera Wang bra. 

He popped her round perfect globes out like pop-tarts warm from the toaster. His finger drew a circle around her teacup sized tawny areolas. Belle stopped fighting, Is this what you want, Trent? Huh? You want Belle's pussy up on the tip of that dick? Answer me!" 

Trent's ears perked up, "Yes, I want to fuck Belle's sweet pussy!" 

Belle's voice rose, "Yeah? You want Belle's pussy riding that fat cock? Come on! Fuck me!"

Belle hiked up her skirt revealing her wet red lace panties. Trent's animal instincts took over as he leaned over to take a deep whiff of her flowery musk, "God Damn! You got my helmet stretched to the max! I am going to fuck you until you walk sideways! I want in deep!" 

He ripped a small hole in her panties. m pushed his firm fleshy cock against the tear. He drove in so hard the threads made ripping sounds but followed the ridge of his cock inside her warm glazed walls. 

She squealed, "That is what you like, right?" And with that Belle slapped his face, "You like this pussy? No! You fucking love it! Say it!"

Stunned, Trent grunted, " I fucking love your pussy!"

Belle slapped him again, "Whose pussy? What am I to you? A slut?" 

Trent slammed into her ripping the delicate panties completely over his cock where he could feel her soaked lace pushing into his balls, "Damn Belle. Where did that rage come from? Do you want to be my slut? Is that what you desire?"

Belle slapped him again, "Answer me! Am I your slut? Say what you mean! How do you view me?" 

He worked his veined pole in and out her wet, tight pussy feeling her pink drapes graze over his shaft, "Yes, You are my slut!" 

Belle slammed her pussy into him, "I am your slut? I am your fucking slut?" 

Her laugh echoed wickedly off the ceiling, "Fuck you, Trent! I hate you! I hate you, but I love that dick! Fuck you!" 

Trent laughed, "Oh, yeah. Fuck you, Baby. So hot."

Belle slapped him again, "No fuck you! Do you like this pussy wrapped around that fat pole? Whose pussy do you want gripping that dick?" She reached for his balls pulling them downward as she squeezed, "Answer me!"

Trent was trapped deep in her pussy feeling the warm honey trickle down her panties to dribble along his balls. The sheen of sweat visible on his forehead as he scraped her velvet walls, "God Damn, Belle! You are driving me wild. I don't like Belle's pussy-I fucking love it! I want it riding my dick always. Belle, that pussy is mine!" 

Belle slapped him one last time as she balanced with her palms flush to the wall, "You say what you want, but you will not be a chameleon for me? You will be Trent! I want the real Trent! That cock belongs to me? Do you understand?"

He grabbed her legs placing them securely in his arm joists as she rocked her pussy hard. She clamped down hard on his shaft. Whispers could be heard coming outside the door penetrating their savage psyche.

He growled, "Holy Fuck! I hear you, Baby. This cock belongs to Belle. Damn straight!" 

Belle moaned. Her mouth formed the perfect "O". Her voice oozed like rich cream, "Trent, I love that cock. Oh baby, I am gonna..." 

Trent began to piston in and out her now slippery tunnel, "Cum for Trent. Let that honey flow all over that pole." 

Belle's hips raised to meet him drawing figure eights into his pelvic bone. He was amazed how she worked those hips. He watched the full view of her pussy swallowing his stone hard cock. Her legs began visibly shaking. He felt her inner walls start to tremble. Her hot tight tunnel suctioned the head of his cock coaxing out the dam of cum that had built up. 

Her voice echoed, "You are my rock God! I fucking love that pole! I am creaming all over your dick, Trent. Trent? Trent? Oh, fuck. Fuck you, Trent!"

With her words, his cock swelled inside her. Her body arched back shuddering in a chain of convulsions that wracked her entire body. She dropped quickly to her knees to catch the whip of his cum that crashed onto her outstretched tongue. Belle dug her nails into his ass cheeks as he sprayed the remaining cream on her lips. 

She licked the buttery, brackish sweet mixture from her lips savoring the taste that erupted as the aftereffects of his orgasm hung from the rafters of their now commercialized arena. Belle licked every drop of the sinful pleasure from his pole and sucked the sweet sticky sex from each finger. 

He lifted Belle pulling her in close to share a kiss of passion. He smiled, "You are my Goddess." 

He placed his jacket over her shoulders covering her completely from stray eyes. They exited the stall to some moaning shadows plastered along the walls. There were a few spirited cheers and a lot of eyeballing. 

Trent guided her through the crowd to his car placing her safely inside where he asked, "Did you enjoy your cocktail?" 

She drew close to him, "I just want Trent." He smiled, "Trent is all Belle's."



Cock-"tales" and Dreams



You and I see each other from across a crowded room. I give you a smile and a wink and slowly lick the rim of my wine glass. You know that this display is only for you as my eyes are locked on yours while the tip of my tongue slowly rims the glass. I'm thinking about doing the same thing to your cock. I turn back to my friends conversation, but it's boring now that I've seen you, and all I can focus on is how wet my pussy has gotten in that 10 second eye contact with you. 

I glance back over and catch your eye and give you the signal to follow me.  You follow me out of the room towards the ladies room. I smile at you but do not say anything. I look inside and nobody is there. I grab your hand and we head into the largest stall and close the door. I'm getting wetter with the thrill that at any moment someone could come in and catch us. While I'm lost in my own mental fantasy, you come up behind me and bring your hands up under my shirt. You caress my stomach, and slowly inch your hands up to my breasts, which I'm pushing out, aching for your touch. I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard with anticipation. You begin to caress my breasts and expertly play with my nipples sending waves of pleasure to my pussy below. I push my ass into your crotch and can feel you, hard with excitement, and I am pleased that your cock is large and ready. You move your hands from my breasts and lift up my skirt, you right hand slides around to the front and you can feel how wet my pussy is through my lace thong. Your hands slide around to the back and you lightly rub your fingers between my ass, pausing to circle that most sensitive of spots as I push my ass farther back on your cock.

Finally I turn around. I need your cock, but first I want to taste it, so I kneel down in front of you, excited by the bulge that has grown in your pants. I rub my hands lightly on the outside of your pants, tracing the outline of your cock, feeling every bit. You unzip your pants and pull out your cock, holding it in front of me, teasing me with it. I begin taking light licks, savoring your taste and your scent, you smell like shaving cream, and your dick is smooth. Soon I have your whole dick in my mouth, and I am rubbing my pussy, thinking about your dick fucking my pussy just like its fucking my mouth. 

As if to read my mind, you stand me up and turn me around. Forcefully you bend me over, slide my panties to one side and stuff your cock in my pussy. It slides right in, my pussy has been waiting for this moment since I first locked eyes on you earlier that evening. All you can hear is the sound of fucking and heavy breathing. You reach around and start playing with my clit, little flicks at first and teasing around it. I can feel a heat building inside me and my pussy gets even wetter. Your dick sliding in and out of my pussy feels exquisite. You turn me around and lift me up onto the railing in the bathroom, I use the railing to support myself and wrap my legs around your middle. Fuck me, your cock feels so hard as its pounding my pussy, I feel that buildup inside and I bite down to keep from crying out as wave upon wave of orgasm sends me into spasms. You begin to cum as I do and the feel of your hot seed shooting through my pussy sends another wave of pleasure coursing through my body. You take my hand and rub it on my pussy where your juice is running out and lead it back to my mouth so I get the taste of your cum mixed with mine. 

You smile at me, and I smile back, and with that you turn and walk out. Not a single word was spoken during the whole encounter, but many words were spoken through the language of animals. I smile to myself and dip my fingers into my pussy again, savoring the taste of your cum, wondering, will we meet again?