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The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 01

By: Sir Edward



"Oh, Sir, he is fucking me."

She was on her back, her legs raised in the air, a stiff and very big cock plowing her wet cunt.

The voice was my own lovely Vixen, but I could not see her. I had phoned, knowing she was playing with a young couple. The woman, in her twenties, was an exotic dancer, her boyfriend, also in his twenties, a stud, and Vixen had made clear that she really wanted to eat her pussy and to feel his cock inside her.

Now, within moments after I had reached her on her cell phone, she was describing the fucking she was receiving. 

"Oh God, it is so good. He fills me up. God, so full, he is so big, Sir."

And then for a few minutes I could hear her moans of pleasure.

"Come for him, Vixen," I said into the phone. "Now."

"Oh, yes," she replied. "I am, I am."

I heard his voice in the background. "Goddamn. Goddamn. Oh baby, that feels so good."

I knew her cunt muscles were clutching.

"Shoot it," I said. "Squirt on him."

Vixen is one of those unique women who squirt a strictly feminine liquid from their pussy when cumming. And it issues from her is a very forceful stream of hot clear cum.

"Damn" I heard him say. "Oh that feels wonderful!"

After several minutes of fucking, the stud, DJ, moved back and let Vixen suck on his cock. Dee, his girlfriend, got on the phone and described how good Vixen was going sucking him.

Vixen told me a few minutes later, during a break in the action, that she had gone down on Dee and really enjoyed it. 

Later, when she got home, Vixen called me say that DJ had given her a royal fuck, and spent at one point over an hour straight plowing her pussy, making her cum over and over.

And then she thanked me, as a good subbie should.

It was an unusual relationship. I had informed her that if she was to be my sub, she had to be a slut. She had not objected to the idea at all.

It was several weeks later. Lovely Vixen and I had experienced several quite kinky sexual adventures. Now it was time for one of my favorites.

The scene was the lounge of a hotel near Pittsburgh. I sat at the bar, sipping a beer. Vixen had been told to wait five minutes and then enter, and to ignore me. When she came in, she was wearing a rather sheer white blouse. Her ample breasts, covered by a white lacy bra, were visible. The skirt was one she was wearing for the first time: a rather short black number. It was not as short, perhaps, as a true slut skirt, since it extended a couple of inches below her ass,. I called it her "pseudo-slut" skirt. She did have on thigh high black stockings, and black pumps.

She certainly attracted attention. Her hair is a beautiful auburn. Her eyes, brown with flecks of amber, reflected a golden hue when the light hit them. Besides, she was a woman alone.

It did not take long before men were hitting on her. She danced with one or two, but turned down their offers to buy her a drink. But when a man who looked like a weight lifter, muscular and tanned, came over and said hello, she accepted and he bought her a white wine. He was wearing leather pants, black, and a leather, motorcycle rider type jacket. Not her usual fare, but she was certainly turned on.

They did not dance, but several times he touched her arm, and she would touch him. He looked down at her legs often, and the cleavage formed by her ample tits did not escape his attention. They had talked what seemed to me to be a short time when she arose. He took her arm and led her out of the lounge. Ummmm. It certainly looked like she was about to get some action, and everyone in the bar knew it. They just didn't know she was mine and that I loved her doing it.

I was going to wait, but decided to make sure she was ok. I picked up my cell phone and called hers. It took several rings before she answered.

"Hello?," She said, paused and then continued. "Honey, can I call you back. I'm kinda busy right now." The sounds in the background were of traffic. I thought she must have been standing next to an open window. Just before the phone clicked off, I heard her voice again, but not talking to me. "Oh, yes," she said in a breathless voice. "Give it to me." The line went dead.

It was not more than ten minutes later when she walked back in.

As we had planned, she did not come to me, but instead took a stool several places away. After a few minutes I walked over to stand next to her.

"Where were you?"

Vixen grinned an evil grin. "In the alley."

Even I was stunned. "What!"

"Yeh," she said. "He said he didn't have a room and that if I was a real slut to just come with him. There's an alley back of the hotel, and he just leaned me up against the wall, lifted my skirt from in back and fucked me."

"My, god, woman. You could have been caught!"

"Yes, Sir, and that made it all the more exciting. It was dark, of course, but still…."

Again she smiled. "I came, Sir. I was ready to cum the moment he put his cock in me, and I did. He didn't last five minutes, but boy did he give me a workout. He fucked hard and fast. What you like to call 'block and tackle' fucking, Sir. He had my skit pushed up and his hands on my ass, holding me as he just continued to fuck and fuck."

"And you put your panties on to save the cum?"

"No, Sir. I kept clenching after he shot it. I was still cumming, so his cum and mine mostly got pushed out. I have it on my thighs and legs right now, Sir."

I moved my hand to her leg, touching the bare portion just above her skirt, and moved it upward. Several people nearby were watching. As I slide my hand upward I could feel the sticky residue.

"Oh, baby, you do have cum on your leg," I whispered in her ear.

I bought her a drink, just as the stranger had. And we talked a while about how slutty she felt, and how wonderful. I told her that in this case she should go wash up a bit, since she still had to fulfill my directions about fucking a stranger in his room. When she walked away to go to the lady's room, I went back to my original seat, like a man who had just been rejected.

When Vixen returned, she looked fresh, but hardly wholesome.

She sat alone, away from me. Other men said hello, attempting to pick her up. It was a good half hour before she accepted a drink from a middle-aged man, one with a touch of gray in his hair, wearing a business suit and a tie.

It was less than half an hour more before she walked out with him. This time I followed at a safe distance, and saw the two of them enter an elevator. Then I waited fifteen minutes.

Again I used my cell phone to call her. It took several rings before she answered.

"Hello? Oh, hi dear." I could hear some movement in the background. 

"Are you being fucked?"

"Yes, dear. I am having a good time. Bonny and I are at the art museum," she replied.

I heard her turn away from the phone and whisper. "It's my husband."

"Is he good, Vixen?"

"Yes, the exhibit is very worthwhile. I wish you had come with us, but I know you have to work tonight. When will you be home?"

"You are a Vixen," I said into the phone.

"Oh, not 'til that late? Oh do try to come home earlier. I am sooooo horny."

I could hear her voice quivering. I knew that she was being fucked as we spoke.

"What position are you in?"

"What, dear?"

"Are you standing?"

"No."

"Ummm. On the bed, on your hands and knees?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes"

I could just picture her, with another stranger behind her, being fucked doggie style while pretending to talk with her husband, who was not supposed to realize what she was doing.

She must have taken the phone away from her mouth, maybe pretended to cover it, because I heard her say "Don't stop." Then her voice in the phone was louder.

"I've got to go now. I'll see you at home later."

Before I could reply she had dropped the phone on the bed, but she did not punch it off. I could continue to hear, and now I could hear his voice.

"So the wifie likes to fuck other men, huh?"

"Oh yes," Vixen said. "Oh, God, yes!"

The voices were faint, and I had to strain to hear, but from time to time one of them would cry out in passion. She must have cum, and squirted on him.

"God, what was that?" A male voice said suddenly. "Did you just pee on me?"

"No," I heard Vixen reply. "That is my cum. I squirt when I cum really good."

There was quiet for a few minutes. Then he spoke again. "I've never had a woman do that. I've read about it, but I thought it was fantasy."

"Did it feel like fantasy?"

"Oh my no. God, no wonder you insisted on a towel."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeh, I think so."

"You want to taste it?"

"Uh. I don't think so."

Vixen gave a little laugh. "My hubby loves it. He likes to go down on me and make me squirt. He loves the taste."

He was quite for a moment. 

Vixen spoke again. "Here, let me put some on my finger. Ummmmm. It tastes sweet."

"OK," he said. "Let me taste."

Again quiet. He spoke. "My, it is sweet. That's not pee at all."

Vixen gave a little laugh. "No. It is my cum, wherever it comes from. Now lay back, you haven't cum. And your cock and balls are covered with my cum. I need to clean them off."

I knew what that meant, and it most definitely did not mean a washcloth. Vixen was giving his male parts a tongue bath. I could hear him faintly as he moaned, and then louder.

"Oh, yes."

There was quiet again, this time for quite awhile.

His voice was louder next. "Oh, my, you do like to suck a cock."

Before long he was talking to her more. "Yes, do that. Do that. Yes. Ohhhh, good, good. Ah, suck it baby. Take it all the way down that throat. Ah! Ah!Ah! God, how do you do that? I can feel your lips on my balls. God. "

Then he voice grew even louder. "Oh, baby. You keep that up and I am gonna shot it."

I could faintly hear her moaning.

"You want it, huh? You want me to cum in your mouth?"

Her moans of approval were loud enough for me to hear.

And then he began a series of grunts and moans that were guttural and left no doubt that he was feeding her a load of white hot semen.

"Oh take it, baby!" he shouted.

There was quiet again, for a moment.

"Oh, god, baby, you swallowed it all."

"I always do. I love the taste of cum."

"Ummmm. I wish more girls had that attitude."

"Here, you still have some on your prick. Let me lick it off."

"Oh, yes, baby. You want it, it is yours."

A minute or two later I heard some movement, and then the phone went dead. I suspected she had picked it up and moved it off the bed, turning it off as she did.

Vixen had been a very good slut, so far. But she had failed in one vital respect. I had told her in to uncertain terms that I wanted her to come back to me with a load of cum in her pussy. The blow job might have been fun, but it left her cunt without the vital male fluid, since she he cleaned up after her alley fuck earlier.

I need not have worried.

I was on my fourth scotch, knowing now full well that I would not be driving home myself, and flirting with a couple of rather young ladies who sat near me at the bar, when my cell phone rang.

"Hi." It was Vixen. "He is in the bathroom, taking a shower. I'm gonna join him."

"Did you fuck again?"

"Yes."

"And cum?"

"Oh yes."

"And he came in your pussy?"

"Twice"

"But if you take a shower, his cum will run out of you."

"Oh, I forgot. Ummmmm. I'll put my panties on now and get dressed. But I am gonna smell. I don't like that."

"Just wash your body from the sink."

"Oh, OK. God, you do like me to be a slut, don't you."

"Yes, dear."

"OK I'll be down in a little while."

When I put the phone down I saw that the two women next to me were looking stunned. I must have spoken a little too loud.

One of them --- she had told me her name was Jan --- gave a kind of crooked smile. "What was that?"

I am sure I actually turned red, but I did not reply.

"You are kinky, aren't you?" Jan said.

"I guess so."

"Who was that on the other end of the line?"

"Oh. Well. A woman."

"And apparently she just had sex with someone and was telling you about it."

"Yes."

"Is it your wife?"

"Yes."

Jan turned to her friend. "Now that's my kind of husband!" Both of them laughed.

"And you don't mind her doing that?"

"I love it, actually."

"Where is she? At your home?" It was the other one, a slightly taller and prettier brunette, who spoke.

I hesitated and then decided to just tell the truth. "She is upstairs here, in a room."

Both of them looked surprised.

"So you go out and she does other guys and comes back to you?"

"Yes."

Jan and her friend were quiet, digesting this bit of news.

"So she is coming back here?" It was Jan.

"Yes, do you want to meet her?"

The friend spoke up. "Won't she be embarrassed to know we know what she was doing?"

"Maybe," I replied. "But I have a better idea. First, I have a rather frank question. Are either of you bi at all."

Both answered at once. "Oh, yes."

"Ummmm." My devious mind was working. "When she gets here, say nothing. Oh we can chat a bit, and I will introduce you. If you like her, let me know. Then I will send her back to you an hour after we leave."

"You will?"

"Yes."

"Just her?"

"Yes. I let her have bi experiences on her own."

Jan and the friend huddled and whispered. Then she spoke. "OK. If we want her to come back, I'll tell you to hurry back. If I say I hope we see you again, then it is no."

"That works for me,' I said.

It was twenty minutes later when Vixen arrived, flushed and apparently very happy. I introduced her to Jan and her friend – the name was Margaret – and we four chatted for a short while.

Then I told Vixen to go on out to the car, whispering that I was going to eat her lovely cunt as soon as we got home.

No code was necessary after she left.

"She is cute," said Margaret.

"And you'd like her to return here in about an hour?"

Jan and Margaret gave a glance at each other. Margaret nodded. It was Jan who spoke.

"No. Have her meet us at my apartment." She put a business card in my hand. A name, address and phone number was on it. The location was maybe ten minutes from our home.

"Sure. I'll send her to you, ladies. Have fun."

"And maybe next time you can come, too?"

"Sure. But not tonight. This is strictly girls stuff."

Both grinned. "My kinda man," Jan said again.

Vixen was not surprised when I had her drive home, relating how much she had loved being a slut, fucking in the alley and then fucking for over two hours in the hotel room with a second man. She was not at all surprised when I could not wait to get to the bedroom but put her on the dining room table, pulled off her white panties and began slurping up the cum from her cunt. She certainly was not surprised when I stood and drilled her pussy with my hard cock and fucked her, making her cum again and filling her with another load of cum.

She was surprised when I told her to take a shower, dress up again and go to the address on the card I handed her. She was even more surprised, and very pleased, when I told her that there were two women I had met at the bar waiting for her, and her alone.

I wanted to watch her dress and kiss her goodbye as she left for more sexual adventures, this time a lesbian one, but the truth is that as I lay on the bed waiting for her to get out of the shower, I fell asleep.

It was mid morning before I awoke, and Vixen was standing there with a cup of coffee for me, and another delightful story.

Author's Note: Vixen is real. At 38, she looks much younger. She is very pretty, with eyes that are brown but with many flecks of gold in them. In the right light, the eyes are amber. She has large, beautiful breasts and loves sex in every possible form. After years as a faithful wife, her sex drive kicked in high gear in her mid-thirties. To my delight, she became very submissive and when told I wanted her to be a slut, she willingly obeyed, and with great enthusiasm.

In just a few months she has had many sexual adventures, some with me, some without.

We will be telling you of many of them here.

The opening to this story is 100 percent real, the part where I listen on the phone as she is with a younger couple. The rest is fantasy, at least at the moment. She does very much want to do this, however, and we will post the story when she does.

The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 02



Vixen looked up into the eyes of the youthful stud whose cock was just between the lips of her pussy. “Give me all you’ve got,” she said, her voice husky and full of passion.

“You mean it?”

“Oh, God, yes,” she replied, a wanton bitch in heat, wanting to feel all of his gigantic cock crammed up her.

With that D.J., a 28 year old, seemed to go wild. Few women could take all of his massive cock inside their cunt, but Vixen could not only take it, she wanted it pounding into her, and he willingly, ardently and most definitely complied. Like a raging piston, he began to ram the big muscle into her, reaching into parts of her pussy that had never before been touched by a cock. And fuck her was exactly what he was doing, and with a hard tool that measured over 11 inches long.

Vixen, as horny a woman as ever existed, opened her legs wider and felt the huge prick fucking her very wet pussy. It was heaven!

Sitting on the bed with them was Dee, a petit little thing with cute, perky tits and a pussy so small and tight she could never take all of DJ’s tool inside her. She watched with awe as her friend Vixen not only took it, but welcomed it, craved it, needed it, and began to thrust up so that the strokes pounded into her cunt even deeper and harder.

Within only moments Vixen was cumming, the kind of pulsating, clutching, grabbing climax that made her cunt muscles clutch and release over and over. And then she did just what DJ was waiting for: she squirted a hot liquid forth from her open hole.

He felt the warmth of the fluid strike his big cock and flow out of her to run down his balls. Then he was no longer conscious of anything except the feeling of a hot, wet pussy. Vixen was no more than a vessel now, merely a cunt open and ready for him to spew forth his own cum.

But he was able to hold it, barely, and from then on, for the next half hour, he alternately pounded his meat into her crack, or slowed and teased her before again slamming the big prick into her.

He was like a fucking machine, on and on like a locomotive he moved, his body swinging over her. From time to time he would reach down, grab her legs and lift them up to his shoulders. His prick moved even further up into the soft nether regions of her vagina then, reaching deeply inside her. She had never had a cock like this, so big, so thick, so long, and he was so good at using it that, although the intensity would drop a bit and then climb again, she never really stopped climaxing.

Later, much later, when she was naked again and sitting on my face, the thrill of that fuck was so great that telling me about it, she would squirt that sweet female nectar into my mouth, feeding me the hot fruits of her passion. Oh, did I not mention that Vixen is my wife. And that I love her being a real life slut? Well, I certainly do, in fact I demand it, and Vixen is only soooo willing to honor my demands.

After many years as a nice wife, often passionate but always faithful, and as a loving mother to two children, Vixen had reached her mid-thirties, and her sexual libido had kicked into overdrive. “It’s about time,” was the way I saw it, and so beginning only about six months ago made her realize the dark lust that now dwelt and grew inside her sweet mild-mannered nature, and to act on it.

For years I had wanted her to fuck other men; to be an absolute slut in every sense of the word. I had never phrased it quite that way, but once her sexual needs changed, greatly increasing, her carnal craving for sex became the most powerful force in her life. When I finally started taking her out on sexual adventures, she no longer ever said she “just couldn’t do” anything. Now she could do everything, and she became my wonderful real life slut.

Most of the time I would be present, either to watch or to participate. But often Vixen would be urged to go off on an adventure of her own. From time to time, I would even orchestrate such an adventure for her, to a greater or lesser degree. 

There was the time we went to a swing club in Pennsylvania. There, I gathered a small group -- two couples, three other single men -- for an outrageous hour in a private room. Later, I told her to take the hand of a guy we had met only an hour earlier and lead him to a room and give him a blow job. So there was a number of times I was very much controlling who and when she fucked.

Other times the fun took a different tack. Like the time we went to a hotel lounge, I sat away from her at the bar and watched as she was flirted with by men, and finally went away to fuck one of them, and then soon after a second one.

If there was one thing that became clear, it was that having a slut wife was a benefit few men realize. Oh certainly it is not for everyone, but for the man who is really secure and not threatened by the idea that his woman can have carnal desires for other men and not love them, it can be the most thrilling sexual experience of all.

DJ and Dee were a young couple Vixen had met on her own. She had gone with some girlfriends, all of them married, to a local strip club as a lark. One of the dancers was Dee, a petit, almost tiny woman with small, beautifully formed tits. When Vixen returned from that outing, she knew she wanted to go back. She wanted to see Dee again, and Vixen realized she now had more than a little curiosity about girl/girl sex. Vixen knew at once that she was actually bi, despite not having done anything with another woman before.

That soon changed, for when she went to the club alone one night, Dee introduced her to her boyfriend. Not only was his named D.J., but he was in fact the DJ for the club. Both Dee and D.J. made clear they liked Vixen, even inviting her to go home with them “for a drink” after the club closed. That was a night of firsts for Vixen.

It was the first time she made love to another woman, caressing and kissing for a very long time, savoring the touching, until both women played with the others pussy, and then Vixen went down on her, lapping and licking a pussy for the first time.

It was the first time she fucked DJ, and the first time I had called her in the middle of the sex. She had picked up her cell phone, confirmed she was in bed, naked, with both of them, and then squealed suddenly “Oh, he is fucking me!” as I listened. 

Now she was back with them again.

Vixen did not worry that I would be jealous or intimidated by the fact that DJ had a big cock. I was, in fact, thrilled, knowing that no matter what size and shape a cock might be, Vixen could enjoy it, but also knowing that she was excited to have a really big one inside her, and especially to discover that she could not only take a massive cock inside her, but that she loved it.

Whatever the reason, fucking other men did not decrease her need for me, it only increased it. Our lovemaking was hotter, wilder and kinkier than ever, and she was a woman on fire sexually. There was seldom a day that she did not have several climaxes, at times simply from me ordering her to cum.

She did not need any extra stimulate now, however. As she related it, the evening had begun at the club again.

This time, as the closing hour approached, Vixen went into the girls room and took off her bra. Her blouse was a thin, lacy thing, and her big tits were visible without much effort. DJ certainly noticed them, giving them a squeeze as he walked past.

In the car, Dee and DJ sat in the front seat. Vixen was in the rear, and before they had pulled out of the parking lot DJ and reached back and pulled her blouse up so her tits were exposed.

Vixen leaned forward, her tits hanging over the front seat, as she kisses first Dee, and then DJ. The atmosphere of sexual anticipation was strong. Both women gave forth the smell of a woman in heat.

Once inside the door of their apartment, Vixen, her blouse now completely off, kissed each of them deeply. The three of them huddled together, kissing and hugging, until Dee said simply: “I think we should move upstairs.”

There, in the bedroom, everyone had their clothes off in seconds.

Dee looked appreciatively at Vixen’s lush body. “I sure with I had tits like that,” she said.

Vixen smiled. “And I wish my nipples stood up and got hard as a rock like yours did.”

Neither needed a further signal. They tumbled on the bed , kissing each other, each of them with two hands on their others breasts.

Vixen told me all about it.

“As we kissed, I move my hand to rest between her legs and started playing with her sweet little clit. It is much smaller than mine, but it must be very sensitive. I took it gentle and slow, making circling motions and then rubbing back and forth. Her kisses became a lot hotter, stronger, and Dee put her tongue in my mouth and moaned.

“Then I moved down and put my mouth on her.

“God, that was wonderful. I had no idea how much I would love that, how arousing and sexy it was to actually have my head between a girl’s legs, licking that pretty pussy.

“She tasted soooo sweet. She was wet, and she got a lot wetter as I licked and sucked on her clit. I would slide my tongue right up into her slit, into her pussy. I was sooo hot, so damn hot, and I just kept doing it. I never wanted to stop tasting that pussy.

“Dee moaned a lot, and when I looked up her eyes were closed and she was she was tossing her head back and forth, moaning and crying out each time I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“When I sucked on her clit, she kept telling me how much she loved it, and begging me not to stop. I kept doing her for a long time, and I would have done it even longer but DJ, who had been at the foot of the bed watching intently, reached up and put his finger right inside my cunt.

“After a few minutes of that I rolled over on my side and just felt him fingering me, and I started cumming on his fingers. Dee held my head and kissed me again when I came. It was so sweet and nice.

“DJ would ask me ‘does it feel good?’ and I would say ‘Yes, Yes, Yes’ and cum some more. He knew just how to move his fingers up inside me. He kept me cumming and cumming, coating his hand over and over.

“Then suddenly he stopped, grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my back and slide that goddam big cock right into me. He never hesitated, he just plunged it up my cunt with one stroke.

“God, what a shock that was, and I came violently when he did that.”

Sitting now on my cock, Vixen’s face was flushed as she continued her story.

“Dee was on her back next to me, and DJ reached over and fingered her while he was fucking me. “For the next hour he was a stud in heaven, fucking first me, and then Dee…and fingered which ever woman he did not have his cock buried in.

“He kept it rock hard the whole time. That cock is so big it is almost unbelievable. It is 11 inches long, probably half an inch more, really. It fits in so nice, just fills me up.” Her eyes glazed over as Vixen recalled the feeling of DJ’s cock.

“So full. Oh my, so full. It is so long and thick.”.

“When he fucked her he would hold back a bit. He just did not want to hurt her, and he knew that she couldn’t take it all.

“Then Dee said she wanted to sit on top of him. He lay down and she climbed on. I was able to watch the big cock slide oh so slowly up into her. It was so hot seeing that.

“She was facing him and I got behind and just watched her riding up and down on it. Her tiny body looked like a doll bouncing on that big cock.

“He would drive it up into her, but still holding back right at the end of each stroke in order not to put too much into her.

“They fucked like that and I could tell she was really loving it. But then he moved off of her and fell back. I knew immediately what I wanted to taste, and moved my mouth right on top of his cock. Oh, I could taste her on that big cock. I kept running my mouth up and down. I could just taste that pussy juice as I put my head all the way down and let his cock slide down my throat. It was so exciting!

“He stopped me because he said he was gonna cum and he didn’t want to yet.

“But he turned me around and started fucking me right away, this time doggie style, and he sure was giving it to me good. He held onto my hips and buried that bone inside me and made me cum some more. The bed was soaked with my cum, and it kept dripping out of me, but he didn’t stop.

“After ten minutes of that, he turned me over again and climbed on. I was on my back, and Dee was sitting on the edge of the bed watching. He was fucking me very nice, but I could feel him holding back.

“That was when I screamed for him to give me all he had, and he did, and my god in heaven he was big, it just filled me. He kept ramming it in me and ramming it in me and I was cumming over and over. It went on and on and on. He fucked me like that for at least half an hour.

“And then he yelled that he was gonna cum.

“To my surprise he pulled it out. I was on my back with him over me and I saw the first big shot of cum fly out of the top of his prick, into the air.

“By the second one, my mouth was on him, taking his cum in my mouth.”

“My god,” he yelled out, and just kept filling my mouth with that white hot stuff.”

“I swallowed every drop.”

“And when he finished cumming, I cleaned him off real nice, baby. I licked his big cock and those big balls, so nice.

As I said, she is a slut. But ya gotta admit, she is a damn good one.



The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 03



There was no doubt that Vixen was excited. The liquid poured from her cunt and the men gathered around her in the back of the Earle Theater could see it. They could also see that Vixen was merrily sucking the cock of a man she did not know, and providing such a hot blowjob that most of them had erect cocks exposed and were stroking. Vixen had been told she was a good cocksucker, and she loved hearing that. Her man had told her to kneel and suck the stranger, and told her in a firm, loud voice to do a good job. She was proud to be doing her job. She felt dirty and slutty, and she adored it.

Vixen, age 38, was thoroughly enjoying her newfound slut status. After years as a prime, faithful housewife, her sex drive had kicked into overdrive. She had finally agreed to fuck another man, and once it happened, she could tell Sir Edward that she did, indeed, wish to be the dirtiest, nastiest slut possible. Almost no sexual adventure was beyond her desire.

Now, in a large theater in Baltimore that showed x-rated movies, she was the center of attention, and she loved it.

The day began with some very kinky play for Vixen. She was blindfolded and told to stay on the bed of the hotel room. Her man left, but a few minutes later returned. “I told you she was nice.” He said aloud, and she was shocked to hear another male voice reply: "What a lovely thing!" On her hands and knees, her pussy and ass exposed and her tits hanging down, she felt vulnerable, and excited. When fingers touched her cunt, she was already wet.

Soon two sets of hands were touching her, feeling her pussy and her tits. When she was told to get off the bed and kneel, she did so willingly. The cock placed in her mouth was hard, with an especially large, bulbous head. It certainly was not Sir Ed’s. But she knew what she was expected to do, and she sucked it greedily. Before the stranger could come, he removed it from her mouth and she felt it replaced by a cock she was more familiar with. And then she felt her pussy lips being extended and knew the big cock with the big head was pushing into her.

For over an hour she was petted, probed and fucked by two men. When the stranger had given her one load in her cunt, then another in her mouth, he left, pausing only to thank Sir Edward and give her a quick kiss.

When he left, her blindfold was removed and she and her man cuddled on the bed, talking about the naughtiness of what had happened. She admitted it was thrilling, and ask is they could do that again.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?”

She answered with a smile, her amber eyes flashing: “Yes. I am your slut.”

He once again questioned her about how far into sluttiness she wanted to go.

“All the way, Sir. I want to be the best slut in the world. There is nothing I will not do for you.” “Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir. Absolutely sure.”

He told her then that they were going to a porno movie theater that night. She gulped, but nodded. “Whatever you wish, sir.”

When they walked into the Earle, on Belair Road, he recognized the owner. He had been there many times. It was Vixen’s first visit to any porno theater.

Once inside, they stood at the back where a lobby area allowed for plenty of room for men to stroll by and eye them. The film showed a pretty woman with two cocks, one in her mouth, the other up her pussy. It was hot action, and for awhile they just watched the screen. 

As their eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw a man nearby, well dressed, making motions that indicted he would like to lift her skirt. Sir Edward nodded, and Vixen felt her skirt lifted and her bare ass exposed. She knew men were looking at it. Moments later she realized a man was beneath her, looking up at her pussy, and then beginning to lick it.

Later, Vixen described just how she felt when they entered the Earle: “Well.. I could feel all their eyes on me when I walked in. It was intimidating and yet I was excited. I couldn't get close enough to you. I wanted you to protect me, and you did, picking only those men you wanted to be allowed to touch me. When I felt the man lifting my skirt and then going underneath to lick me, I looked at you and you nodded that it was all right. Then I felt safe and just loved the dirty pleasures.”

After a short while, Sir Edward moved her away and told the men who had gathered around to back off a bit. The two of them sat down about four rows from the back. Soon men were seated nearby, or standing and watching. Vixen could see that most of them had their cocks exposed.

A few rows away sat another couple, and they were both turned and watching Vixen.

She was told to remove her blouse, and her braless tits, big and heavy with large nipples, were visible in the flickering light from the movie screen. Several men tried to sit next to her, but Sir Edward shooed them all away until he nodded at a nice looking younger guy, clean cut and rather good looking. He moved to sit next to her just as Vixen was beginning to suck on Sir Edward’s exposed cock.

The young man kissed her tits, then continued to do that but also began fingering her. Other men reached over from the row in front to play with her tits. The fingered was getting very good and her head drifted back onto the arm Sir Edward had around her.

“Go ahead and cum,” he said, and she let herself go. Her moans of pleasure could be heard throughout the theater, and even more men crowded around to watch.

“Louder,” she was told, and she kept cumming, only making much more noise. She loved it, showing off for these strangers while a porno film played.

When she had come back down, she could feel the great wetness between her legs. She knew then that she had squirted, something she had only begun to do in the last year but now did quite frequently. She could smell the musky odor of herself, a woman in heat, a woman who had left a lot of liquid on the seat.

“Oh, my dress is wet,” she said.

He told her to follow him, but not to lower her blouse over her tits.

At the back of the theater again he leaned her again the chest-high partition that divided the lobby area from the rows of seats. Again her dress was lifted, this time by Sir Edward, and he slid his cock up into her from behind and began to fuck.

After only a few minutes of this he turned her head and kissed her. She saw that at least 25 or 30 men were gathered around, pressing close to them. The young man who had fingered her to climax was there, his cock exposed, and when she was told to grasp his cock and play with it, she did so, as Sir continued to kiss her deeply.

“I want you to suck him,” she was told.

“Do you think he wants it,” she said. She actually wondered.

“He has a hard cock. Of course, he wants it. Now turn around and drop to your knees and suck him. Now!”

She did so at once, engulfing the strange cock. 

The men crowded in more, and Sir Edward had to tell them to move back, to give her room.

One of the men in the crowd had a small flashlight, and Vixen was aware of when he turned it on and focused the narrow beam on her face.

It was thrilling to be a slut, and to be the center of attention. From time to time she would glance around and see other cocks, all of them hard, all of them being stroked, and she knew that every man there wanted to have her mouth, and certainly more if they could get it.

The comments were lewd. “Look at the slut suck!” “God, doesn’t she love that.” “Oh, man, what a beautiful cocksucker she is.”

She felt the wetness between her legs again, and then she felt it dripping out of her. Her skirt had been gathered so that her bottom and legs were exposed, and her tits bounced as she worked more feverishly on the cock in her mouth.

“Look at that, the cum is running down her leg!” She heard the comment and realized that the wetness was indeed running down both of her legs.

Vixen worked the cock like an all day lollipop, licking it up and down, then placing it in her mouth, often going all the way down, deep throating it until her lips touched the man’s balls and pubic hair. And still she went on, loving it, knowing that she was a slut, an exhibitionist, and a submissive woman who loved being told to do dirty things.

The young man, looking down, began to withdraw his cock. He was about to climax. But Vixen would have no part of it. She looked up as he took his cock away slightly, smiled and said aloud “It's ok” and immediately dove back onto him, her mouth fully surrounding the hard and throbbing member.

When he came, everyone knew it. He threw his head back and grunted with each spasm, and the men could see Vixens cheeks flexing as she sucked and savored the load of hot cum.

When he had finished, she let the still hard cock slip from her mouth but continued to hold it, waiting. She knew what would happen, and surely enough, another tiny measure of his cum rolled out the tip of his penis. 

Vixen lapped it up with her tongue, and heard several men cry out and moan as she did so. She had given a good show, and she wanted them to know she loved cum.

When they were in the car, Vixen turned and put her arms around the man who had taken her to the slutty theater.

“Thank you, sir, that was wonderful.”

“You really enjoyed being a slut?”

“Oh yes, sir. It was so thrilling.”

The two kissed, and Sir Edward could taste the fluids.

“There will be more,” he promised.

“Oh yes, sir. Oh yes!”

Vixen is real. There are many who think this kind of thing never happens. Poor them. This is a true story. If there is ever any fantasy involved in the Vixen stories, the reader will be told so. Please vote, it does matter. And please comment, it means a great deal to any writer to know what his reader think.



The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 04



Vixen Chronicles #4: The Party Favor

There were quite a few couples there, at the very special party, and in the midst of them all was Vixen, dressed so prettily in a revealing maid's outfit. After all, she was tonight's party favor.

The men, all dressed in suits and ties, nevertheless had their genitals exposed as they sat and chatted, or walked around the room, or danced with any of the ladies there, but never with their wives. Sometimes their members were hard and erect, sometimes soft. It was part of Vixen's job to admire and caress them. She was not allowed to pass by a cock, hard or soft, without feeling it nicely.

The ladies all wore see-through blouses, although some had lacy revealing bras on. None, of course, wore panties, and to a woman each had on very short skirts.

Just now Vixen was doing an excellent job. Having mixed several drinks and brought them to a table where four ladies sat, she was now under the table, cheerfully eating the slippery pussy of a tall, thin woman while both of her hands were working into the holes of two other women. The fourth woman was not merely waiting her turn. Her big toe was busily working into Vixen's puckered bottom.

Most of the people in the room could see Vixen, and hear the moans as she did her job for the evening: entertaining as a party favor should. After all, her instructions were to do anything to anyone who asked, and without hesitation. Even now her face bore evidence of her earlier activities. Vixen was so happy to serve not just women, but certainly men, and her pretty face was caked with cum deposited there over the past several hours.

It had become a kind of game to see which man could deposit the most white cream on her face, and Vixen had helped them with a series of very skilled blow jobs. She had done that out of duty, of course, but also because she just loved the feeling of a cock in her mouth. Even the most experienced woman there had been impressed at how good a job Vixen had done sucking cock. As man after man pulled out, some at the very last second, some a bit earlier to stroke until they blasted forth, those in the room had marveled and just how long Vixen could keep sucking cock. Even they did not realize that she loved being a cocksucker so much, such a cumslut, that she could continue all night, if asked. And she and a few of the men shared guilty glances: they had pulled out and sprayed on her face…but only after the first shot had gone into her mouth.

Vixen was dressed in a black and white maid's outfit, but one with a lacy white bodice: the lace that might have covered her ample tits was pushed down, and her breasts, the nipples engorged, were on display. And oddly enough, the cute skirt somehow did not extend fully around her. The rear was much shorter than the front, and her full ripe bottom was on display. Sadly, it was not reddened, and no marks were visible. That was to change.

It was just after midnight when Sir Edward rapped on a glass. The chatter ceased.

"Has everyone had an opportunity to be served by Vixen?"

Nods and a series of comments came in reply: "Oh yes." "Nicely, too." "Yes, and she did well." "A delightful wench, yes."

Sir Edward continued. "Then it is time for the main activity of the evening." 

He glanced at two husky men standing near the kitchen that Vixen had never seen before. Stout, short-necked, they looked like large gnomes. Each must have easily weighed over 350 pounds, and the shortest was well over 6 foot 5 inches tall. Each had their head completely shaved, and from their corpulent faces beady eyes were focused on her. Their wore tuxedos, but like every other man in the place, their cock and balls were exposed. The cocks were hard, and Vixen was stunned at their size. She could see that not only were they long, very long, but the girth was bigger than any cock she had ever seen, and the bulbous, bulging purple head of each was even bigger. Vixen knew in a second that a cock that big would hurt any woman, and her cunt contracted in an involuntary spasm. 

The two turned and walked into what usually was a storage room, and from it they brought forth a contraption such as Vixen had never seen. It was the last thing she saw for some time, since at that same moment a blindfold was placed over her eyes. As she felt the costume she wore being swiftly removed, and her hands being bound by cuffs, Vixen knew she was in trouble.

She felt her feet being bound and then ropes being used to tie her securely. To her surprise, someone began to wrap somewhat thinner rope around her large tits. They were being bound, and bound tightly.

Then she felt herself being lifted. The nature of the devise she had seen was now clear to her. It was a portable rack, and she was being hung from it, much like being on a cross.

Vixen felt her legs being opened, and knew her pussy, having been well fucked several times earlier that evening, must be gaping open, the lips puffy.

She was used to being a slut, doing outrageous and dirty sexual things, and she loved it. But this was a fantasy she had confessor to her lover and mentor, Sir Edward, and now it was coming true. She knew that at least 30 people were gathered in the large room, watching her. She was naked, and bound, and the center of attention. That thought alone sent a spasm through her body.

Suddenly a hand touched her, right on her pussy. It was not subtle. The hand might have been a woman's, but it grasp her lips and squeezed, and she felt the pleasure of pain.

Soon other hands were touching her – one finger, then another, pushed into her pussy.

A pair of strong hands lifted her ass off the rack, and another hand slipped behind. Now a finger was working her ass.

Hand after hand touched her. She felt one set of fingers withdraw, only to be replaced quickly by others, and these, she felt sure, were a woman's. They were much gentler, and played her so well without being rough.

Without warning the new set of fingers withdrew, and a hand slapped the front of her cunt sharply. Oh that stung, and she twisted and moaned, but she wanted it to continue forever.

Despite herself, Vixen felt the rise of feeling within herself. When it happened, it was sudden and almost violent. Her body shuttered and the fingers in her cunt seemed to know just where to touch; two of the lit on her g-spot and played. Vixen came so hard she felt as if she would rip the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.

She felt the sudden surge of wetness between her legs and knew she was squirting. It was something that had begun to happen only the year before, but now Vixen was one of those rare women who ejaculated, spewing forth a clear hot sweet liquid from between her legs, directly out of her love canal.

Raised as she was, she knew the man…he had a mustache…leaning against her pussy to catch the fluid in his mouth was standing. The thought of how she looked there, cumming and squirting, made her cum again, this time so hard she lost of sense of where she was. She could only feel the passion, the sexual bliss. She was lost to all rational thought, and her body convulsed and shook as more fluid burst forth from her hole. 

After a few minutes, her breathing began to slow. She was aware of voices now, as she came down from her climax.

"Such a lovely slut," said a female voice, and Vixen thought it might be the thin one she had eaten earlier.

"Yes, indeed she is. Look at how her cunt lips are distended. She has really been fucking tonight." It was a male voice, and not her Master.

A slight whirl sound and she felt herself lowered. When her feet touched the ground and she was untied, she found she could not stand alone, but had to be helped to a seat. Now there were solicitous hands helping her, comforting her.

But her blindfold was not removed. Someone pressed a glass to her lips and she drank long and deep. It was ice water. Other hands caressed her shoulders. Voices told her she was a good girl.

But if she thought it was over, Vixen was mistaken. Not much later, the party favor of the evening was on her hands and knees again, a big cock sliding in and out of her much-used cunt, while a clean-shaven pussy was pressed against her mouth. The man behind her was using a flogger on her, gently brushing it against her upper back or lightly slapping it on the cheeks of her ass, in rhythm with the strokes he was giving her with his prick. Once in awhile he would strike her sharply, and she would jump, but she loved the feeling in her body now, the feel of the long male sex member using her on and on, and the sweet lovely taste of a woman's sex organ in her mouth. Her breasts were still bound with rope, and they hurt, but somehow Vixen did not mind.

Tired as she was, Vixen knew that being a party favor made for the best party ever!

Vixen is very real. She is a 38-year-old woman whose sex drive has kicked in with a vengeance. Her lover, Sir Edward, is chronicling the stories of her adventures here. She has had many sexual adventures, some quite kinky, and those are being reported faithfully. She also has a few special fantasies. This is one of them, and this story is mostly fantasy. There are a few elements of actual events woven within it. The reader may be assured that in all the Vixen stories, the facts are real and the events actually took place in real life, unless noted, as in this case.

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The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 05



Her Master read a poem about Vixen in the wrong place

He was used to having his own way: after all, he was enjoying his role as Vixen's Master, spending many hours setting up very kinky situations for his favorite slut.

When the phone call came from his friend asking him to do a poetry reading, he was delighted.

That was how, on a sunny winter afternoon, he came to be standing before a group of over 70 women, members of a garden club, most of them over 50 and matronly, and read the poem about Vixen he had written the night before.

It did not seem inappropriate to him. Perhaps he had been spending too much time thinking about sex. But as he read, almost every woman in the room turned red. Several fled. Others wanted to, but were so caught up in the passion of the poem that they could not move.

Sir Edward, seemingly oblivious to the consternation he was causing, simply read on in a booming baritone voice.

* *

Vixen Slut

Hot blasting sex: torrid, blatant, carnal 
Fucking on the grass
He came too fast, that one, but lovely to do it there

Such a lovely wife, quiet much too long
Now slut and whore and proud
Opening legs to adventure
Opening legs and taking it
Taking it up her
Pleasing him.
He wants a slut
He wants me.
Hot fucking cunt slut.
Damn shove it up me and fuck me hard!

Upon the bed,
Cunt dripping: wet open yearning
He smacks it hard
She shutters with delight
He makes her kneel
She looks up with eyes of amber,
And knows he is the one.

God. Sir, he is fucking me now
Give me all you’ve got

A harlot divine: rutting hard pumping in her cunt
Pushed against a railing, Master fucks.
Watchers in the dark but not too dark to see
They crowd around and show hard
Turn around, drop and suck him!
Then on her knees while they watch
While porno flickers and a flashlight appears.
When he cums he moans,
She swallows so they can see
Then licks the last short spurt off the end of his cock

Sitting in the car
His cock is hard
She sucks
He cums
She swallows
With another one, the same
Cocksucker!
Yes I am, thank you.

He tells her to stand, naked.
He looks.
He tells her to kneel on the bed for inspection.
He likes me, she thinks.  I like him.
He makes me feel good.
Like a slut.

Sweet girl with perky ones.
Her man likes to share.
Leaning over the seat and kisses him, then her.
And knowing she will get that cock again.
My God his prick! 
It can’t be that big!
Porno size.
Eleven inches! More?
She tastes the pussy.
She taste the cock.
The little one cannot take him all.
She opens wide and feels it.
God right in the cervix!
Pounding.
What a massive damn man cock up me!
No one can be that big.
No one can fill me, stretching my dirty cunt.
Like that dirty fucking cock.
How can she take it all
And then be so tight again?

She cannot see.
But she can feel.
Crop across her ass.  It stings.
First long moments of his hands touching and caressing.
Then the flogger…on and on and on.
Varied.  Soft, it is kind.  Harsh, it is kinder.
And velvet touch between.
Take my ass, Sir, fuck me there.
Yes, yes, I love it when you fuck my ass
And tell me to cum all over you.
And then I lick your balls clean of me
And your hard prick, too
It taste of a different sort
But it makes me a dirty slut.
And for that kindness I owe him much.

Kinky Twister
One cock then another probe her
She doesn’t even know who is fucking her
It doesn’t matter
Just do it and do it
Fuck!  That is good.
Flip is smiling, and stays hard
His is nice
They all are nice
Four, Five. It doesn’t matter
Just make them hard enough to do me again
And when it is over, she kneels before a chair
And licks a wife

His cock is in her ass
While inside her stretched pussy big big deep
A stranger with a nice one
A rod in more ways than one.
The ass is filled with cum
She changes, now astride, to ride that damn hard cock
So goddam hot 
Big damn cock!
Fuck !
Big cock up her!
God she is so open!
Cumming on it
And wetting him
And loving it so full
So deep
Fuck me Fuck me
Then in her mouth
So big she has to work
On and on
Until precious white it flows from his prick
And she swallows and smiles

Cum Now
Vixen obeys
None of the other drivers see
That she can cum untouched
All that is needed is a truly dirty mind
And a man she can obey

Two men, both touch
Then play with canes and flogging things
Softly then hard
She moans
She recognizes that hard prick by its head
And later fucks it and makes him cum

Through the window of the door he sees a black one
Up her, stiff and thrusting,  then behind
Cumming oh cumming so damn damn damn damn nice

Slut
Hot wicked slut being flogged
Prick up her ass, tight dark hole
Pleasure Pain

Shooting, her not him
Squirting hot sweet nectar
Gushing forth, fountain like
It cums hot, covering ball and cock
Then to his mouth, and filled
Then to her mouth, shared liquid of her lust

The muscles tighten and release
Pumping viselike
Legs raised and apart
So anyone can see her climax
Gaping open, then clamping tight
And hard

My thirty minutes, does it start now sir
Bouncing like a schoolgirl at recess
Through a club and saying sweetly
Would you like to go to a room?
Unsaid: And fuck my mouth and then my cunt
And make me a slut all over again?

Theater dark, so is the stranger
We met by accident.
He is stroking an arm, a tit
Master pulls the skirt up
His fingers play and slip in
She cums quietly

Call him and ask if he is free tonight
He wants to have drinks, sir.
Then go do it, but fuck him
Oh, Yes Sir
Toys up the channel and on the clit
Cumming
Your rug, your rug
Do it, shoot it
And later her legs are by her ears
And his big cock is slamming deep within
While she cums and cums again
‘Till he empties into her
She sucks him clean, and goes on
Until another load shoots
First deep down her throat
And then in the mouth
So she can taste.

She cuddles and looks up
Adoringly
Be careful what you wish for.
She would not dared to have wished for this.
The reality is so much more.

* *

Are you my slut?

Yes sir, and very proud of it.

Finished, he looked up for the first time, expecting acclaim. Instead, he saw a small covey of heavy women advancing on him, and they clearly meant to do him bodily harm.

From behind him a soft hand grabbed his and pulled him toward a side door. His copy of the poem slipped from his grasp and fluttered to the floor. He saw that a somewhat younger woman, very pretty, was pulling him to safety. He did not pause, but ran with her, the two of them jumping in an expensive car. She pulled away in a race car driver start and within moments they were safely away.

"Thank you," he said. "My, I suppose that was the wrong poem to read at the Ladies Garden Club, huh?"

"Yes, it was." She smiled at him, and he saw the light in her beautiful green eyes.

Hummm, he thought to himself, this could be interesting

"Did you like it?"

Now her smile was even broader. With a toss of her raven hair, she laughed softly. "Oh, yes. It was very erotic. In fact, I came hearing you read it."

"How nice. Well, thanks for saving me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

She nodded, but did not look down at his crotch as he expected. She looked him right in the eye. "Yes, there is. Could you introduce me to Vixen?"



The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 06



Vixen was given an assignment, one she seemed to enjoy. Instead of writing it myself, I asked her to give me a report. This is what she wrote:

I am a submissive by nature and a slut by choice. Two qualities that my Master admires deeply in me. You can tell just how much he enjoys my slutty servitude by the following account of what happened the last time I visited Him in Maine. 

My Master made it a point to introduce me to several of his friends. There was one gentleman in particular that, when introduced to me, gave me a very sexually sinister looking grin. This made me wonder. Why was he so openly horny on a brief chance meeting? All I said was "Hi, nice to meet you", and he looked as if he wanted to jump me right then and there! I enjoyed that look. It made me feel very sexy and alive. 

Later that day, in my Master's office, He told me that I would be expected from time to time to service his friends. I would be required to satisfy them completely. I instantly got aroused by that request. How exciting that would be! It was like I was given permission to be a bad girl! Perfect!!! Little did I know that this request was going to be filled that very afternoon.

Later, my Master told me that He would be going out to take care of some business for a while and that He would be sending one of his friends over within the 1/2 hour to be serviced. My eyes widened! Oh my! What once was a mere fantasy would soon become real! 

"What am I to do, Sir?" I asked. His reply was: "Whatever he wishes, dear." And then he left. 

I sat at my Master's computer in his office trying to remain calm, but my mind was racing anticipating that meeting. All my body tingled as the moisture became apparent between my legs. I was offered to another man for his sole pleasure, to be used as he so desired. 

There was a knock on the door. It was him, the mystery man. I tried to maintain composure as I walked over to the door, but I could feel my wetness dripping down my leg. I was very anxious and aroused. I opened the door and found that it was Steve, the man that I was introduced to earlier that day. He smiled at me with that same horny smile. I smiled back and invited him in. 

After the door was closed and locked behind him, I removed my blouse exposing my very amble breasts to him. Of course I did not have a bra on. I walked towards him wearing only a tight denim skirt, thigh highs and heels. I told him that, at my Masters request, I was his for the afternoon.

He grabbed my breasts and fondled them aggressively. He bent over and took one of them in his mouth and sucked eagerly. How exciting it was being used by a stranger. I reached down and massaged his penis through his pants. I could tell right away that the shape beneath the pants was something I definitely wanted to experience. I smiled up at him and asked in an innocent voice; "May I?" 

He replied with a resounding YES! 

I began to undress him, removing his shoes, his pants and his boxers as he removed his shirt. I reached down to his very big very hard penis and fondled it with my one hand as my other hand gently massaged his balls. I asked him if I might suck him, and before he had a chance to answer, my mouth was completely surrounding his cock.

"Ohhhh" he said "that feels wonderful!" 

At this point he realized that my bottom half was still clothed. He asked me to remove my skirt. I stood up and dropped my skirt to the floor. This left me completely naked, (a good slut does not wear panties) with the exception of my black thigh highs and heels. These I kept on for effect. I felt his eyes surveying my body, examining my curves. He reached over and felt the wetness between my legs. He knew at that moment that he was going to take me. After all, I was offered for his pleasure, for his use. 


He laid me down on the floor on my back and climbed on top of me. His large prick quickly found my ready cunt and slid in with ease. His strokes were direct and strong. He was pumping his cock deep inside of me. It felt wonderful! His girth filled me completely. 

He then asked me to climb on top of him and ride him. I did so eagerly. His cock stood straight and hard like a flag pole! I lowered myself upon him and began to work my hips. I developed a slow and steady rhythm, pumping my cunt muscles as I raised and lowered myself on his member. He was on the verge of orgasm when he decided that he wanted to take me from behind. We adjusted positions. I knelt on my hands and knees and he took me doggy style. I could tell right away that this was the way that he wanted to cum in me. He pumped me fast and hard. The penetration was so deep I screamed. Then he exploded in me, his hot fluid mingled with my own.

He collapsed on the floor and let out a satisfied sigh.

I said, "But wait. My Master told me that a good slut should always clean off the cock completely when finished." I gently reached down and licked his penis clean.

I helped him on with his clothes and he thanked me for a wonderful time. He said his wife would be back at the store shortly and he had to get back to her. I smiled and told him how much I enjoyed his company as well. 

Soon after Steve left my Master returned. He could tell by the look on my face that the meeting went well. As He sat in His chair and I on the floor at His feet, I recounted the events of the day, being careful not to leave out the slightest little detail. I showed Him the very spot where Steve had fucked me on the floor. He was pleased. He told me that I had been a very good slut for Him and that He was very proud of me. 

The very next day my Master told me again that Steve would be coming over to be serviced. He had a special request this time. Steve gets very little oral pleasures from his wife. This was my area of expertise.. ..so I've been told. I once again helped him off with his clothes and found that gorgeous erect cock beneath, ready for pleasure. I told him to sit back and relax and let me do what I do best.I circled the tip of his head with my tongue and looked up at him with a teasing smile. 

"Would you like to feel more?" I said licking my lips and looking seductively at him. 

"Oh baby, please" he said.

I lowered my head to his cock and surrounded the tip with my lips and with a little suck and a circle of my tongue I again stopped and looked up at him with that glint in my eyes. This time before he had a chance to beg for more, I eagerly dove right down onto that wonderful cock and began to devour him like a hungry animal who hasn't eaten for days. I could tell by his moans of pleasure how much he was enjoying what I had to offer. I licked him and sucked him, taking him completely into my mouth, feeling the head touching the back of my throat. I pleased him for what seemed like a very long time, but I wasn't tiring. I had a task to do, a task that was as much pleasure for me as it was for him.

I wanted to suck him to completion. I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth. That was my prize for a job well done. 

He then said "Oh my God, baby! I am going to cum." 

Without removing my mouth from his cock, I nodded my head.

"Mmmhuh! mmmhuh!" I said and began to pick up the pace. His body stiffened and I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm" I said, again without removing my mouth until I was sure I milked every last drop from his cock. I slowly removed my mouth from him, kissed the tip and looked up at him innocently asking "How was that?" 

All he could do was smile, shake his head in disbelief and say "wow!" 

I am pleased that my Master thinks so highly of me that he wishes to share me with his friends. He is proud of what he has and wants the whole world to know. I truly am a very lucky subbie to have found a master so perfect for me. I will love Him forever. 

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Vixen is 38, lives near Pittsburgh and is very real. This is a true story, with not one word of fiction.



The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 07



The Vixen Chronicles: The Pickup

She had been having a busy week, sexually and otherwise. Vixen, she of the amber eyes and flaming red hair, was enjoying her role as a Hot Wife and slut, enjoying it more than she had ever imagined she could. Tonight she had an assignment somewhat different than the other sexual adventures her man usually choreographed for her. She had been told to simply go out for a drink or two at a nearby bar, and that, if she could, she was to pick up a man. What she was to do with a man if she successfully picked one up was unstated, but quite clear. As a slut, she was to fuck him, and to do it well.

How delightful then that her mission was successful and her pretty pussy was well filled, first with fingers, then with a delightfully agile tongue, then with a rock hard cock slamming into it, and finally filled more than once with that hot white creamy substance she craved so much: cum. Unlike her usual procedure, she had not insisted on the use of condoms.

He had asked, but after a moment of thought she told him: “No. No. I want to feel the skin of your cock, and I want you to fill me with cum.”

The first bar she went to was full of people, but no one seemed to notice Vixen, or to approach her. One man across the bar did look at her, and smile, but did not approach her. After one drink, she moved to a second location. Within moments, the same guy appeared. He had obviously followed her. A rather handsome, if somewhat fatherly man perhaps 20 years older than her, he asked if he could sit down next to her and, when she smiled her approval, did so.

Certainly Vixen was dressed for the part. Not slutty: not in her own little Pennsylvania town where she might run into friends, or friends of her parents. Yet the black lace blouse she wore had an interesting quality: when the light hit it just right, it became obvious that it was semi-transparent, and that she wore no bra to cover her large 38D tits. Bob, the man who had joined her, spent a good deal of time staring at them.

Her cell phone rang, and Vixen answered, then excused herself and walked to the ladies room. The man on the line was her Dom, and her husband.

“Any action?” She was asked?

“Um, yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Oh a guy is sitting and talking with me. But I don’t think he is the type that is interested.”

“Now Vixen!”

“Oh but sir, he reminds me of my ex husband’s father.”

“Vixen, go in and remember what you are. Be the slut you know you love to be. Flirt with him.”

“Ok, Sir, but I really don’t think he is interested in me that way.”

Less than an hour later, Vixen was to be proven delightfully wrong about just what this man was interested in.

The conversation in the bar had been cordial, even polite, and Vixen was sure Bob only wanted someone to talk to. Then her man called again, and again she walked to the lady’s room.

“Find out if he is interested, dear. Tell him you are going to another bar and ask if he wants to join you.”

When her husband called back a half hour later for an update, he heard a much different message.

“I’m at a friend’s house,” Vixen said.

“The same friend that you were talked to at the bar?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied in a sultry voice.

When Vixen had asked if Bob wanted to go to another bar with her, his answer was to invite her to his house. That was when she knew he wanted a lot more than conversation, and within seconds her pussy was wet. She followed in her own car for the short drive to his house, and, wearing bluejeans and no panties, she could feel the wetness begin to seep out of her.

The phone call from her Dom had come only a few minutes after they had entered the house. The talk between she and Bob was still on a polite, non-sexual basis, but there was clearly sexual tension in the air. Once she told her husband where she was, she said goodbye. But she did not click off the cell phone. 

Instead, she merely sat it down on the table next to the chair where she sat.

That was how he got to hear at least part of the evening.

It was when she returned home, freshly fucked and glowing, that he heard all of the highly erotic story.

“Sir, I got fucked five times. He came in me four times and my pussy is just filled with it. “

Then she related the events of the evening.

“After I put the phone down, he brought me a glass of wine, and we sat for several moments chatting. Then he asked if wanted to hear some music. I wasn’t surprised when he put some slow dance music on, and when he extended his hand to me I rose and we just flowed together and began to move in a sensual, languid dance,” Vixen related.

“It was only a few minutes after we started dancing that he kissed me. God, was that a wet hot kiss. My body just melted into him. 

“Of course, I wasn’t wearing a bra under my blouse and he kept rubbing himself against my tits, and then his hand moved from my back to the front and began to caress them. That felt so good. My nipples were hard and my pussy was dripping!

“After he did that for awhile, the song ended and before another one started I moved away from him and just stripped off my top, and for the next song I danced topless.

“We weren’t saying anything, but he kept playing with my tits. Then he moved it from my front to reach down the jeans in back and caress my bottom. He had trouble doing that because the top of the jeans was so tight, so I reached down and unzipped them, making it easier for him to reach down and move his hand across my ass cheeks.

“He did whisper in my ear that I was beautiful, and that he loved my ass. It was very hot, and very romantic at the same time. He was seducing me, slowly, and I loved it.

“When that song ended, I kicked off my shoes, dropped my jeans to the floor and kicked them aside. Now I was completely nude, and he fully dressed. It was so sexy dancing like that. The window shade was open as we danced like that in his living room, and anyone could have seen us. That made it even more exciting.

“He kept holding me against him and telling me how beautiful I was. I put my hand down and felt his cock through his pants. It was hard and I wanted it soooo bad. God, it was so lovely and so naughty dancing like that.

“He moved his hand to the front and began to finger me as we danced. He told me he loved how wet I was and just kept fingering me and holding me as we moved slowly to the music.

When Bob suggested they move to the bedroom, Vixen kissed him and followed him.

When he stripped, she wanted to take his cock in her mouth, but he was too anxious for her pussy.

“He said he could smell how aroused I was, Sir, and he put me on my back and shoved that lovely cock up me without a pause. Oh my but he was hot.! He fucked me fast and furious and I kept expecting him to tire or to shoot it, but he just kept doing it, fucking me like a stallion and I came at least three or four times.

“I warned him I would get the bed wet but he would not wait to get a towel. When I ejaculated my cum all over him, drenching his cock and balls, it was too much for him, and he yelled ‘Oh damn, damn, damn’ and erupted inside me.”

After he collapsed on her, gasping for breath, she kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for making her cum so good. But if she thought that was it for the night, she was wonderfully mistaken. For a man in his mid to late 50’s, he was to prove to be an amazing stud. For over three hours, he plowed and pleased Vixen.

“He fucked me twice with me on my back, once with me sitting on top of his cock and riding it, and twice from behind, with me on the bed on my hands and knees,” Vixen said.

“I must have climaxed over a dozen times, and each one was just delicious.”

“Of course, I was a good slut and clean him off with my mouth each time,” she added.

Vixen really is a wonderful slut. The pickup had been romantic and exciting and wild, and she said that although she usually loved her dates being set up for her, she very much wanted to be picked up for a sexy, horny man again.

She was rewarded by having yet another sexual adventures, another pickup, the very next night. And that is another story.



The Vixen Chronicles Ch. 08



I instructed my wonderful submissive hotwife, Vixen, to go off on a sexual adventure with a delightful couple I know. She was required to write about it. This story is the result, and there is not one word of fiction in it, everything is true. Ask her yourself:

I was very anxious to meet with the two of them. I had met with them before for sexual encounters, but this time was different. Normally we would just get together at their house and start playing almost immediately. This time, however, they had a plan for me. Something to lead up to our evening of heated play. Something to prime me and get me ready the sexual frenzy that was to come. 

Chris told me to wear tight jeans and a sexy top and that they would be taking me out first. Having already obtained approval from my husband, I did as they said. I arrived at their house ready for my date at about 6ish. We kissed, he squeezed my tits, and he told me to go into the bedroom and drop my pants. "Well alright!" I said eagerly. Thinking that we were going to get a little play in before we left for our date. He took out of his pocket a 4" pink vibrator and then showed me the remote control. He said for me to insert it in pussy to "test" it out. It felt wonderful when he turned on the remote. They had just bought it that afternoon specifically for this occasion. He asked me to try to sit down with it in. Ouch! Not quite too comfortable being that it was made of a very hard plastic. He told me to try and just place it horizontally between my lips then with the most buzzy part of it directly on my clit. Yes! That worked out fine. My tight jeans held it in place nicely. He said I would need to leave that there the whole time while we were out. I pleasingly obliged. 

I drove my car, Christine in the front with me, and Chris in the backseat with his handy remote. I rubbed my hand on Christine's thigh as we were driving. Chris would turn on the remote from the backseat and I would squeal with pleasure. 

At dinner he buzzed me while I was at the soup bar. I refrained my squeals at that time since we were in public, but it sure did make me smile! We then went to play pool at a local bar. Chris said he likes pool almost as much as he likes sex... and believe me, I KNOW he likes sex! As I bent over the table to make my shots, they would buzz me. Sometimes Chris had the remote, and other times Christine did. I squirmed with delight. I think it actually helped my game! We placed wagers on the games. I won a game and my wager was a full body massage. Chris won another game, and his wager was for me to lick Christine's ass! My cunt was dripping with excitement in anticipation. The intermittant vibrations on my clit added to the sensation. They teased me with the remote throughout the evening. I saw an old friend at the bar and as I was talking to her, they buzzed me again! I wondered if anyone could tell. I wondered if they could see the lust in my eyes, or even more, could they smell my pharmones I was SURE I was releasing. I was in heat! I wanted sex.... I wanted to go back to Chris and Christine's house and get naked very soon! I sat on Christine's lap at the bar. Chris turned on the remote and she could feel the vibrations through my jeans. I think she could feel my dampness too!

We got back to their house and got cozy on the couch to watch some nice juicy porno movies. Christine and I slipped out of our jeans and put on oversize tee shirts with nothing on underneath. We began to gently touch each other's bodies. Christine was between Chris and I on the L-shaped sofa. He too began to touch her body. We did this for a while, not really rushing anything. Christine went over to check the computer adjacent to the couch when she found my husband online. He had set up this meeting for us and was eager to catch the action on their webcam. My husband and Christine had a lot in common in that they both loved to watch their spouses being pleased sexually. Chris was a lot like me, we both loved to fuck hard and rough, and we both enjoyed being watched. He grabbed my legs and pulled them until I was flat on my back, legs spread. He then dove in and began to lick like their was no tomorrow. His tongue flicked hard and fast with such expertise. He also had a little vibrator that he placed on his index finger. He used this to tease my clit unmercifully. I was squirming beneath him, thinking that I could take it no more when the first wave of orgasm overtook me. He didn't stop his prodding and pleasing as I came. My pussy was convulsing wildly, muscles clenching and releasing. I squirted on his face and hand. Oh but the couch I pleaded. He said don't worry and just kept at it. Christine was watching from the computer chair with a smile. And I knew on the other end of that webcam, sitting at a computer in Maine, was my wonderfully kinky husband enjoying the same. 

Still on the couch, Chris then told me to get on my hands and knees. I eagerly obliged. He then took his fully erect, extremely large and hard cock and smoothly but forcefully guided it into my pussy. Oh God Yes! I had been waiting for that all night! He glided it in and out of my slick cunt. Each thrust stronger and harder. I am one who loves a power fuck and damn did he give one hell of a power fuck! 

Chris then asked Christine to come and join us on the couch. She did so without hesitation. As she layed on her back, I plunged my tongue into her primed pussy. As I licked her lustfully from between her legs, Chris positioned himself above her head and forced his cock into her mouth. His large cock filled her mouth as my tongue invaded her cunt. He then motioned for me to get the pink buzzy toy that I had enjoyed earlier and tease her ass with it. She began to protest, only to find her words stiffled aggressively by his cock. I teased her tight asshole with the toy, entering occasionally with only the tip of it. Bringing the toy out and circling the puckered area, I would again ease it ever so slightly into her bottom. As the toy advanced further, he motioned for me to pick up the finger tip vibrator. This I would use on her clit as I had felt it on mine. As the two battery operated toys invaded and pleased her body, Chris reached down and aggressively kissed me. I could feel that lust and animalness in his kiss. Her body was bucking and squirming with pleasure. She came as he continued to fuck her face. 

After a while, my husband had to sign off to take care of some business, so we decided to take the action into the bedroom. Christine and I layed down on the bed first and began kissing. Her naked body pressed against mine so tightly that I could feel her heart beating, our arms wrapped around each other, lustfully caressing. The passion and excitement was intense. Chris watched us girls fondling one another as he stroked himself to complete erection. Damn did he have a nice cock! And he knew exactly what he wanted to do with that cock. He asked me to position myself at the bottom corner of the bed, on my hands and knees, ass facing him. He stood between my legs, bringing his penis to the perfect heighth and position to bury his cock into my awaiting pussy. He slammed his cock into me repeatedly. With each thrust I could feel his balls smacking into me. My hanging tits were being jostled roughly, bouncing forward with each pounding of his hips against my ass. His cock touched me so deeply and so aggressively that I soon found myself in another wave of orgasms. I could feel my cum running down my leg. He too found himself nearing climax so he told the two of us to kneel down on the floor with our mouths open and wait for his cum. The first spurt came out of his cock and nearly hit me in the eye, I tried to reposition myself so I could catch it in my mouth, he then turned and gave Christine some of his load, getting it on her check and chin. He turned back towards me and I did manage to catch some in my mouth and he finished with the last drip being given to Christine. I then turned towards Christine and licked his cum off of her chin and then kissed her deeply. Happy and satisfied, the three of us climbed up onto the bed. With Chris in the middle and us two women on his side, we lay there contentedly basking in the afterglow.