0 comments/ 40159 views/ 9 favorites Boots By: InLoveCouple She wasn't sure what had caused her to change her mind and decide to go. Regardless, she was now sitting across the table from a handsome young guy she had first seen in a message on one of those websites less than 24 hours before. She knew she looked good and that the effort she had been putting into exercise at the gym had started to pay off. She was dressed to kill in one of her sexiest skirts, sheer stockings, a tight fitting silk top over one of her prettiest bras, and her knee-high black boots with the buckles and straps that always made her feel a little like a pirate captain. Even though she routinely discounted compliments from her husband, she had to admit having noticed heads turn while she walked through the restaurant in her red shearling coat. For some strange reason she was simply exuding confidence and she knew it. "Photos in sites like that are always so different from what you actually see when you meet in person." She thought to herself as she looked at the youthful specimen of attractive manhood across the table from her. For one thing, the photo had not conveyed that his eyes were quite as deep brown, nor as kind and intelligent as she could now see. This guy was not a jerk or an asshole, and she was having more fun talking with him than she had expected. As they talked she kept thinking about whether he would be fun in bed, and later on she recognized that she had decided to find out almost as soon as she got to the table and met him. She wasn't at all used to sitting in a restaurant with any man other than her husband, much less to find herself wondering about how his cock would feel in her hands, mouth and pussy. The restaurant wasn't very full, but they had already been waiting too long for someone to come by and take their order. Suddenly, in a move that was consistent with the remarkable confidence she felt tonight, she stood up, took his hand and said with an alluring smile, "C'mon , let's get out of here right now. We've got much more fun things to do than wait forever to get some service here." The young man obeyed her without hesitation, and moments later they were out the door and walking towards the parking lot. "Convenient," she thought to herself as she noticed the parking lot was quite dark and nearly as empty as the restaurant had been. She had parked alongside the building and no other cars were anywhere near hers. She walked hand in hand directly towards her car with the young stud whom she had decided was to be her personal sex toy for the evening. When they got to the car she turned towards him, pulled him close and kissed him deeply on the lips. An impromptu encounter in a parking lot was something she had always wanted to try, and if she discovered he was a sloppy or poor kisser she could pull the plug on the whole thing and leave with no harm done. The kiss went straight to her already drenched pussy, and his response made clear that she had aroused him as much as she was. He was practically breathless as he returned the kiss with the skill and playfulness she had hoped for and suspected. She was in such a mood, and she was so damned horny she could hardly believe it. Wasting no time at all she ran her hand from his strong shoulders down the center of his back, across his firm and well-proportioned butt and around to the front between his legs to feel the rock-hard erection waiting there beneath just a layer or two of clothing. She rubbed her hand over it to gauge the size and decided it would be more than adequate to satisfy her desire, a desire that was coming from someplace unfamiliar within her and which was nothing less than ferocious. She turned him around and pushed him back up against the door of her car. Pressing her whole body up against him there she kissed him deeply again. He hadn't made a move yet, but she was in a "take no prisoners" mod, so she took his left hand and put it directly between her legs to show him what she wanted from him next. She scooted the front of her skirt up with his hand, and a second later she felt his index finger slip easily between the swollen and lubricated lips of her pussy. She moved her legs apart just a little so he could comfortably reach his hind in between her bare thighs for better access. The feeling of his touch on her swollen labia was too much for her and only ignited the fire within her more furiously. She let out a small moan and told him how good she felt. Hearing that must have given him a little more confidence, too, and he soon inserted a second finger into her and then adjusted his stance to reach up from a little bit lower and pushed both fingers up hard and deep. She told him, "Oh god, that feels sooo good" and for a little while she just stood there and enjoyed the pleasure of having this guy finger fuck her. This was all about her, and it was for her pleasure, so she decided the fun part of this evening was going to get a full-blown start right then and there in the parking lot next to her car. She pulled him up to her in a way that got him to shift his focus away from driving his strong fingers in and out of her amazingly ready slit. She looked at him and saw that he had the same animal hunger for her that she felt for him, and she walked him to the front of the car. In less than ten seconds she had masterfully unzipped and unbuckled his pants, pulled them down just a little, and freed his thick, hard cock from them. She was delighted by its size, but she was even more delighted that it was almost as slick and wet with pre-cum as she was. This was going to be quick and fun. Without a word she pulled up her skirt and bent her bare ass over the hood of her car by the dark building wall. He had clearly gotten the message because a split second later she felt his handsome rod plunge all the way into her from behind in one solid, vigorous thrust. His cock actually felt hot as it split the lips of her pussy apart and moved into her, and she gasped at the fullness she felt with this throbbing dick so far inside her. "Jesus, yes!" she said, "I can't believe how much I want you to fuck me. I am so fucking turned on." They were both so excited that neither could have been any more ready for this. As slick as her pussy was with anticipation, she could still feel it was stretched a little to take this guy's thick shaft. It wasn't the biggest she had ever seen or done, but it was all she was going to need tonight to get a pounding she would love and gleefully describe in detail later on to her husband at home. As he started to pump her she could feel the energy building up faster than she would have expected. His legs were solid, but not too hard, and she liked the way the pressed up against her butt cheeks as he started to develop a rhythm she could anticipate and respond to. She had clearly been the confident and decisive one up until now, but as he reached a beat that she liked the dynamic began to shift just a little. She was instantly excited when he suddenly took her gorgeous brown hair in one of his hands and her right shoulder in the other and firmly pulled her back so he could get just a little more leverage. The orgasm hit her from almost out of nowhere and she was glad nobody was within earshot because she simply couldn't contain the outburst of honest pleasure as she moaned, "Oh yes, ohh yes, oh my god that feels so fucking good. You're making me come so hard." Encouraged to know he had pushed her to this climax the stud boy pulled a little more firmly and started to pound into her with strength she hadn't yet felt. This guy was hot, and she just bent over a bit further to be as open as possible to receiving everything he had to offer her. She reached her left hand back to place it on his thigh, and she feet pleasantly connected when he let go of her hair and reached his hand down to hold hers nicely as he continued to push in and out of her furiously excited and utterly drenched vagina. He changed his pace a little and began to pull her closer and linger a little bit each time he pumped his delicious member into her as deeply as she could. Although she had never taken him before she could sense that he was now more excited than ever. It pleased her to be sure this was feeling as good for him as for her, and she began to grind herself back against him with a slight side to side motion while he was lingering there. As she did she felt his hard-on start to touch a new spot inside her that he hadn't been stimulating until now, and soon she was feeling the waves of a second orgasm wash through her. She let her head rest on her arm on the car hood and just gave herself over to the erotic intensity of fucking this guy in the lonely parking lot. She started to squeeze her skillful and well-developed pubic muscles tight with the beat of his pumping, and she slipped into a state of nearly continuous climaxes that had no specific beginnings or endings. In truth it had only taken just over ten minutes total, but the heat of this erotic frenzy had left her feeling like it had been going on much longer. Tightening her pussy lips around his penis to give him pleasure, she felt the unmistakable swelling of a man who was getting ready to explode. She pushed against him a little more firmly and said out loud that she wanted him to feel as good as he possibly could. Seconds later she felt the first throbbing pulses from his cock and the warmth of the white load he had begun to pour into her. He was nearly silent but shuddering with pleasure, and she held his hand sweetly and coaxed him to an amazing moment of sexual ecstasy. His final thrust was followed by a moment with his cock buried as deep inside her as she remembered ever having taken any man from behind, and then he slipped out of her and slumped over to hug her warmly. The load of his semen was already beginning to drip down her thigh, so she closed her legs in hopes of keeping some of it hot and ready to use to excite her husband a little while later. She turned around to face her fun new friend, and he held her closely and told her he had never experienced anything so hot before. There was no doubt she would arrange another meeting with this hot and horny young man, but her thoughts had already turned to where she wanted to go next, so she kissed him goodnight and headed for home where she was sure the next round of the evening would soon be starting. She felt naughty but delicious, and while driving home she laughed aloud when she realized just how brazen and promiscuous the evening's outdoor sexual escapade had been. Boots "It still makes my bottom tingle when I hear the clip-clop of a woman wearing boots," he said. The interviewer listened attentively. "Take all your clothes off," she instructed. She smiled to herself when he immediately stood up to remove his clothes. She knew that most guys have no reservations about undressing for a female they find attractive, and more so with a submissive male. "Those too," she said, referring to his briefs. For an uncomfortable moment, he stood naked before her with an involuntary erection. She told him to get back on the recliner. "Tell me everything," she said, and subtly opened her bare legs enough to expose some of her inner thighs. "I really shouldn't have taken those movies from the adult store," he began. "I really thought she wasn't watching me and I could get away with it. And then the humiliation when she not only caught me but noticed the kinky ones I lifted." "What were they about?" She noticed his hesitation and said, "It's important that you not leave anything out. I'm not likely to be shocked by any of it." He sighed deeply. "Spanking and bondage. Cumshots. Girls doing girls. I knew I was in big trouble then, and I tried to pay for the stuff. I told her I'd pay for them and never come back if that's what she wanted, I told her I'd do anything. But she went ahead and made the phone call to the store's owner. I had to show her all my ID and stuff, and they showed me the video of my being caught. So after they got all the evidence in order the clerk told me that if I agreed to go to this special camp for civil offenders they wouldn't involve the courts and I wouldn't have an arrest record. I had to sign some forms, and I had to pay the cost for the camp, which was pretty steep but I guess it beats paying lawyers and going to court. Plus, I had to do that within the next 30 days and show them the certificate of completion." "And then...?" "So I signed the forms and made the arrangements. I told them at work that I had to get away and go backpacking. The place was about a hundred miles away and was really more of a reform school kind of place than a camp. Man, I was nervous when I got there." "I want to know every detail, starting from your arrival." "The first thing after signing in was the physical exam. I had to give them all my clothes except for my briefs. Then I went to the nurse's station. She had me take off my briefs and lay face down on the -" "Describe her, including how she dressed." "Straight dark hair, kind of a strict expression, quiet, a white uniform dress, and sneakers. She put a rectal thermometer inside me and then checked my pulse and stuff, looked me over. Then she checked my prostate and had me turn over. She checked my balls and then told me I was going to get an enema." "An enema!" she said, her eyes widening. She leaned forward and noticed his erection stiffening. "Don't leave anything out." He blushed slightly and continued. "The nurse raised these stirrups on the exam table and I had to put my feet in them. Then she tied my ankles so that I couldn't get out of the stirrups. That was embarrassing. Also she tied my arms to the sides of the table. She brought this red enema bag and hung it on a metal pole that was close by. She put water in it until it was full and bulging. She lubricated this weird nozzle and put it inside me. Then she pumped it up." "A retention nozzle. How did it feel?" "OH! I felt like I was already full and had to go! The nurse sort of smiled and then started the enema. After a little bit I asked her to stop and she said it's only two quarts. She didn't stop it at all. It all went inside me until the bag was empty. Oh, I felt so full! I was groaning with the pain and then she tilted the table backward so the enema went way up inside me. So there I was, asking her please, please let me get rid of it, and she just stood there looking at me." "How long did you have to hold it?" "It felt like forever. She said it was five minutes. Then she untied me and let me up. After I got rid of the enema I rinsed off in the shower and put my briefs on. I was led to a room that was like a cell, and they locked me in there." The female interviewer opened her legs a little more and listened. "While I waited there, I heard the clip-clop of women's boots walking through the hall. I saw them lead another guy, also in his underwear and nothing else, down the hall. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, another one. After several times, one of the women with boots unlocked my cell and motioned me to come with her. Clip clop, down the hall we walked and she led me into the punishment room and locked it." "What did this one look like?" "Oh, early thirties maybe, long brown wavy hair, blouse and a dark short skirt." "Pantyhose or bare legs?" "Bare. I was scared when I got to the punishment room. There was this sturdy thing in the middle of the room and there was no doubt what it was for - holding someone in a bent-over position. There were straps and paddles and things hanging on the wall. So she had me bend over the box as she called it, and she tied my hands to it and also tied above my knees. Then she put a strap around my waist and tightened it so that I couldn't move." "Were you nervous then?" "Oh yes! Then clip-clop, she walked over to the wall and picked up this leather strap. She stood in front of me and said that before they could give me a certificate of completion I had to have several spankings. Just then I heard a noise and the nurse came in. She told me that she was there to witness the punishment and that she'd take me for a checkup afterward." The interviewer moved closer and rested her hand on his naked thigh, close to his erect cock. "The woman with boots slowly pulled down my briefs, and told me that my introductory spanking would be twenty five strokes. She said the others would be more severe. 'Remember why you are here,' she said, and then started. There was this mirror on the wall in front of me and I could see her with the strap. She drew it way back and then whipped it hard on my bottom. She kept going with a follow-through and kicked one leg up before she got ready for the next one." "How did the first one feel?" "I couldn't believe that a leather strap could hurt that much. But then she whipped as hard as she could. She gave me the whole twenty five like that. I started to yell after the first few, and I said 'Please stop!' several times." The woman's hand moved to his pubic area and her slender fingers lightly touched his ball sac. His cock became more erect. "How fast did she whip?" "Every few seconds. God it hurt! Then I had to stay tied up for ten minutes while she slowly walked around the room. Clip clop, clip clop!" Very lightly and slowly, the interviewer stroked his cock. "And then...?" His breathing deepened as he talked. "Then the nurse took me to her station and took my temperature. When the rectal thermometer was in me I heard water running. She took the thermometer out and said I had to have another enema." The interviewer withdrew her hand from his cock and leaned forward. Her breathing deepened. "Yes...?" "When I told her I didn't need another enema she said that non-cooperation gets extra punishment there, and that I'd best do as I'm told. She told me that just that once she wouldn't give me a demerit. Then she tied my wrists to the sides of the table and checked my prostate. In went the nozzle and she pumped it up. I tried to be quiet when she filled me up but the pressure! Oh, the pressure was so intense! After holding it forever she finally let me get rid of it. Then it was back to my cell - all I wore was my briefs -- and I heard the clip-clop of boots several times and then they brought my dinner." "What was your first night there like?" "There was no TV to watch, just some news magazines to read. I didn't sleep well, I was tense and nervous. After breakfast the next day there was the clip clop of boots up and down the hall every so often. In the afternoon one of them came for me and took me to the nurse. She checked my prostate and my balls and then gave me an enema. I figured out that every time anyone went to the nurse they always got an enema. I think that was bigger than the ones I got the day before. I sure had a hard time taking it in and holding it. Then back to my cell." "Did you get spanked that day?" "I was scared that they would, but no, not that day. They made you figure out patterns for yourself. I got spanked every three days. The next day there I didn't get spanked or an enema." "The interviewer's feminine fingers very lightly stroked his ball sac. "What about the following day?" His breathing deepened. "I got enemas and a spanking. She used a paddle. Thirty five strokes, I think. I sure yelled a lot. I had no idea a paddle could hurt that much, and she really put the wood to my bottom. She just kept on and on. And there was an enema before and after the paddling." The interviewer's fingers palpated his cock. He raised his hips. "Uh-uh!" she teased. "Not until you tell me everything!" "They just kept me in suspense the next day," he panted. "No spanking or enema. The following afternoon the nurse gave me a huge enema and I had to hold it a long time. I almost felt that I could taste it before she let me get rid of it. The morning after that I got an enema and a spanking." "Yes?" she giggled. "It was fifty strokes with the strap - twice as much as I got on my first day there. It was a different girl who did it. She was blonde and strict, and I could tell she really enjoyed giving spankings." "What else?" "A few more days of daily enemas. I noticed the nurse liked to spend a lot of time checking my balls. A couple of times I got a hard-on when she did that. The morning before my last day at the school was especially hard." The interviewer took her hand away from his cock. "Yes?" "First it was a three quart enema. Oh gosh, that one was hard to take! Then to the punishment room and over the box. She tied my hands and above my knees, and didn't put a strap around my waist. Then she said that if I ever had to return here the spankings would be a lot more severe than the ones I got so far, and that I was going to get a taste of what that's like. First, she got the paddle off the wall and gave me fifteen swats." "Fifteen swats! Were they hard?" "Oh God, yes! She gave them faster, too, like one every couple of seconds. I kicked and twisted, which was probably why she didn't tie my ankles or waist -- she wanted to see me do that." The interviewer stood up and placed one foot up on the recliner by the male's knee. He, of course, looked at her smooth bare legs and up to her crotch. His eyes widened when he realized she was not wearing panties. He fixed his gaze on her glistening pussy hair. She reached down and lightly fingered his ball sac as his erection bobbed and swayed. "What then?" "Next," he panted, "She gave me thirty five strokes of the strap. On top of the paddle strokes, it really hurt! She gave them as hard as she could." The interviewer's fingers caressed the male's cock. He was seeping pre-cum. Her hand slowly glided up and down its length. "Continue," she instructed. "As if that wasn't enough, she gave a caning! Twelve strokes! I yelled and kicked and twisted from each one. After she whipped the cane across my bare bottom, she waited until I stopped squirming and kicking before giving me the next one. She said that if I came back, that's the lightest kind of spanking I'd get, and that I'd have a very sore bottom for the entire stay. Back in the nurse's station it got interesting." The interviewer smiled. "She handled my balls for a long time. Naturally I got hard after a while." "Like this?" "Uhhh! Yes! Like that! Then she - uhhh! - told me she was checking my response, whatever that meant, and that I'd better control myself, because if I ejaculated in her hand I'd have to lick it off her before I could leave. She handled my cock at the same time." "Like this?" "Yes! After a couple minutes I didn't have any choice. It was - OH! UHHH! I CAN'T HELP IT!" His cock spewed his pent-up arousal and lust. She smiled as she cupped her hands around the spurting member and collected the wads of semen. She quickly sat down, slid her skirt up to her hips, and opened her legs. Looking at him with a coy smile, she wiped his profuse spunk all around her pussy. "I want you to come over here and lick up all your cum. Quickly, now!" He knelt between her knees and licked the slippery substance from her hands. Then he applied his mouth around her pussy hair and blushing labia. After he got all the spunk she said, "More." he knew what she meant, and gave her oral satisfaction until she climaxed. She told him to get dressed and gave him a card with an address on it. "Saturday afternoon at two. Oh, and has a woman you've been intimate with ever worn boots to bed?" "N-no." She smiled. Boots! I don't know why I agreed to do it, but there I was in the mall a few weeks ago with my friend Adam (who I am not even really dating anymore) trying on a very expensive pair of black boots. They cost $350 but looked really good on me. I knew I couldn't afford them since I still haven't found a real job yet since graduating college. I had no money and like a few of my friends, I was still crashing up at school. Adam said, "I'll buy them for you if you promise to wear them and wait on me and my friends tomorrow for the football game." Adam and his friends were apparently really into watching football and the first game of the season was supposed to start the next day. Adam had a lot of money cause his parents were really well off. "Ok," I said, "That's it, serve beers and stuff and clean up?" "Yeah," Adam replied, "But you also have to wear them with whatever else I buy you." Now Adam had seen and asked me to do some pretty kinky stuff, but we weren't even really dating anymore, and in fact, I was already seeing another guy who was a graduate student at school. "Like what?!" I demanded, putting the boots down and starting to pretend I was going to walk out of the store. "I don't know yet, let's leave these here and go shop around, we can always come back for the boots if you agree." Since I couldn't afford the boots anyway, I figured I might was well keep shopping and see what he had in mind. We walked around the mall and shopped around in a bunch of stores without finding anything that he wanted me to wear. Finally we came upon a boutique that sold casual summer clothes and bathing suits. Almost everything in the store was on sale because it was the end of the summer, and most of the clothes were awful because all the good stuff had been sold already. Adam immediately walked over to the swimsuits if you could call them that. He picked out a bikini which looked like it consisted of string. It was a one piece suit that had no back but for a string that I can only imagine was supposed to go up your butt. The string got a little thicker as it went up into a "y" and came back down over the shoulders. It looked as if the front strings were supposed to cover your breasts like suspenders. A saleswoman came over and said with a smirk, "We have a few of those but really haven't been able to sell them all summer." "No way!" I said. "Awe come on!" said Adam, its not so bad he said trying to hold back from laughing, "It'll look good on you." "No way!" I said again "Besides this won't even fit me." "Sure it will" the saleswoman said smiling, "Its one size fits all, it stretches see." She took it from my hand and showed us that although it looked really small, it stretched out completely to fit anyone. "I am not going to let you and your stupid beer drinking friends oogle at me for 3 hours while you watch me and the game!" "How bout if you wear it for half of the game?" Adam said, realizing I wasn't going to go for it and we were almost done going through the entire mall. "Nope" I said smiling, "Still no." Now I could see Adam was getting desperate. "Ok" he said, "How bout you wear this under a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and you take your shirt off at halftime and your shorts off for the last quarter?" I mulled it over and finally agreed to it. I figured they would get good and drunk by the 4th quarter and I could either convince them I wasn't going to do it and get out of it or they would get bored watching the game and want to go out. "Ok fine," I said, "but then you have to buy me shorts and a tee shirt too!" I figured I might as well get as much out of it as I could. "Fine" he agreed. He told me he would pay for everything and he would meet me back at the shoe store to buy the boots. When he met me at the shoe store he had the bag from the boutique and a big smile on his face. At the time I didn't think anything of it. He bought the boots for me and he dropped me off at my friends apartment. He said he would keep all of the stuff and would give it to me all tomorrow, including the boots just so I wouldn't back out of the deal. Sunday came and I went over to Adam's apartment to find him and three guys there already watching TV. I didn't know who they were but I knew they were Adams friends and I had seen them around before. Adam introduced us, "Amy, this is Paul, Mike, and Arthur." Paul blurted out "What's she doing here, I thought we were going to watch the game in a few minutes. Adam said "Don't worry guys, it's a surprise, Amy here is going to serve and wait on us for the game. I bought her a pair of boots and she agreed to do this." "COOL!" Arthur said, "Hey Amy, get me another beer!" "Wait just a second Arthur, Amy has to go and get changed, Don't you Amy" Adam said as he motioned me towards his room. I smiled bashfully at the guys and said, "Yeah yeah yeah." I walked into Adam's room and saw the bags on his bed. I closed the door and locked it while I tried my outfit on. I immediately realized why Adam was smiling when he met me back at the shoe store. The shorts he bought for me were teeny tiny cut off daizy duke shorts and the shirt was a tight half tee shirt that looked like it would leave my belly exposed. I took my clothes off and put the bathing suit on first. The lady in the store was right, it did fit me, but when it stretched over my chest and the back string went up my butt, I still felt very very naked. My entire ass was visible, you could see the entire side, bottom and cleaving of my chest because the front was only about two inches thick. Thank god I had shaved that week, or else you would have been able to see my pubic hair as well. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "God what did I get myself into this time? I was thinking about chickening out when I looked back down at the boots which were sitting there on the floor. They were awesome boots! What the hell, I decided I'd do it, if it was too much I would just leave. I put the shorts on and boy were they tight. They were short enough that that bottom of my butt was clearly visible. The shirt was also tight but fit me kinda well. Finally, I put the boots on. They were great boots. I looked at myself in the mirror again. In that outfit with those boots on I looked like some kind of sex doll or something. I put my hair into pigtails, put on some red lipstick and makeup, and walked back out into the living room. "Holy shit!!" Arthur said when he saw me. The other guys mouths hit the floor, including Adam's. "She's gonna bring us beers wearing that?" Paul said, "Awesome!" Apparently Adam hadn't told them about me taking my clothes off during the game. The game started the guys were cool about it for the most part. They made me bring them beers and order them pizza. When I paid the pizza delivery guy, he looked like he was about to faint when he saw me answer the door. I was starting to get really into being dressed like I was. In the second half the guys asked me to take turns sitting on their laps after I brought them beers. Having had a few beers myself to loosen up, I agreed. I sat down on Arthur's lap and immediately felt him get hard. I could feel him against my shorts and realized that it was not such a good idea to be sitting on them. Adam made me sit on his lap next and he ran his hands up and down my thighs and the back of my ass. I began to think that if the guy I was dating saw me doing this he would be really mad and stop seeing me. "Adam, I said, I am seeing somebody you know, keep your hands to yourself" He agreed and apologized. After a few more rounds of beers Paul dropped the remote control on the floor. "Hey Amy, could you please pick that up for us" he said through giggles. "Sure Paul" I said, figuring I might as well have some fun and enjoy it too. I walked over to him and very very slowly, with my back to the other guys, I bent over and picked up the remote, before straightening up, I looked back that them from between my legs and said "Is this ok for you guys?" The four of them started hooting and whistling. Adam had suddenly realized it was the beginning of the fourth quarter. They were having so much fun and were so drunk by then, Adam had forgotten to tell me to take off my shirt. "Hey wait a minute, Amy, aren't you forgetting something? Since you forgot to do what you were supposed to do at halftime, I suggest you drop that remote, pick it up again, I what you are supposed to be wearing by now!" His grin was ear to ear. The other three guys looked at each other puzzled. My face went beet red as I pulled my tee shirt over my head. When the guys saw my "suspenders" they went nuts! I slid my shorts down, not bothering to take off my boots and slid them off. I turned slowly so the guys could see my fully naked ass, and dropped the remote again. Bending over even slower than before, it occurred to me that the guys could probably see everything! I grabbed the remote and looked back at them again, and said, "Is this better Adam?" "Yup, that's more like it" he said. The guys sat there stunned as I straightened up and walked across the room and got them some more beers. By then I was completely into it and after that I had a lot of fun. When the game ended gave the guys another round of beers and went back into Adam's room to change. The guys all thanked me when I said goodbye, and I could see that both Adam and Paul had hardons. "Take care of those next time will ya guys? I said laughing as I left. A few days ago I was walking around near the campus bars with the guy I am currently dating when we bumped into Adam. I introduced Adam to my new guy, whose name is Eric, when Adam looked down and noticed I was wearing the boots he had bought me. "Nice boots!" Adam said with a smirk. "Thanks!" I said. As we walked away, Eric said to me, "You know those are nice boots, where did you get them?" Boots & All From the ranch house she had noticed him arrive back at the stables. She knew he would be hot and sweaty from mending fences the last few hours. She filled a pitcher with a cool drink and headed down to the stable to replenish his being. After standing at the stable door for a moment watching him take the saddle from his horse she gazed at the sight of his butt in those tight jeans and the way his arms rippled in that checked shirt. Let alone the hat and boots that caught her attention. Damn, there was something about a man who had been working the range for a few hours and had the stance of what real men should really look like. She lifted the pitcher to water her drying mouth, but it was going to take more than water to parch the thirst that had started building. Placing the pitcher on the ground she slowly walked up behind her man and slid her hands across his butt around to the front of his jeans. "You have no fucking idea just how sexy you are do you," she whispered up into his ear. "Is that right, what makes you think I got more than any other cowboy out there." "Trust me baby, I’ve had the pleasure of this cowboy, I doubt it gets much better than what you give me." "I take it then if I offered you a little right now that you wouldn’t turn it down." he said. While massaging his groin through his jeans she said, " Honey with me on the job, nothing gets turned down…. only up." With a sexy grin they turned to each other and reached for a taste of passion that was rearing to go in their lips. She pulled his shirt from his jeans and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Feeling his exposed chest made her coo in approval. Then reaching down she took a nipple into her mouth and licked around it’s edge, then tweaked its end with her teeth. She could spend hours with a mans nipple in her mouth. Feeling the texture of it on her tongue and running her hands through a hair laden chest was so arousing. While she took pleasure from his chest he arched to feel her back and down to her butt. This chick had the cutest butt a man could ask for. And the way she gave her body and soul connected to it so freely was something he had never found in a woman before. He reached around to feel her breasts through the soft cotton dress and feel their weight in his hands. She grasped for his jeans and undid the buckle and zip, reaching in she released his length and buzzed at the delight of knowing she was about to graze on it. Lowering herself to the stable floor on her knees, taking his length in her hands and tracing down it’s side with her nails. The look of intensity on her face showed a need for exploration of texture and taste. As she incased her mouth over his shaft and her taste buds found the sweet tang of him. He groaned of pleasure feeling her there. She traced her lips over his shaft as she lowered herself up and down him. Her tongue lashed at the veins following their pathway with relish, wanting to follow their pathway to the end. She would raise to the tip and tickle the v where all veins meet and intensity was had, running her lower lip back and forth over the ripple of skin there. Her hands felt down his thighs, feeling the tightness in their muscles. Time was uncountable when taking in the view of his hardened tool and the look of lust building on his face……. When he could take no more he guided her back up to her feet and bought her lips to his, tasting himself. His hands ran down her side and reached to bring her dress up to her waist, feeling the so soft skin around her stomach and waist. Arching round to her butt to feel the curves, then down the top of her thighs. Their mouths lost in the motion of being in a time of indulgence. He guided her back into a stall and laid her down on a pile of hay, gently placing his body above her. There he unbuttoned the front her dress and reached for the soft silkiness of her breasts. Her nipples where standing to attention long before his mouth found them. He massaged them well with his hand, as her hand massaged his torso under his shirt. His other hand reached for the nearby skin of her stomach and down the sides of her perfectly trimmed snatch. Following the fold that lay between her upper thigh and her woman hood. His finger played with the softness of the hair on her mound. Sliding further over to the valley that held other folds he longed to explore. She welcomed his hand by opening her legs to his exploring advantage. There he found the her velvet folds and felt the warmth of the juices her body had produced. Leaving her breasts he lowered himself down between her legs and gazed at her form glistening in the afternoon light. She purred in delight as he opened her lips and explored all the valleys and hills. The perfume of her sex aroused him as he ran his tongue along each fold, taking his time to trace the velvet lines that turned him on so. When at the top of a fold he didn’t touch the button sitting there begging for attention, he would trace down the next fold, lapping the juice along the way and taking delight in the taste. Slowly he took a finger and buried it into her perfect snatch. She started to move in motion with his finger as he felt the walls of her body. He placed another finger inside and felt the muscles contract around them. He loved watching her lips open and close round his fingers, looking at the juices that collected on them, feeling the suction around them. As his fingers worked the inside of her body, his month came down again to trace along to the top of her mound. She begged him to bring her over the top, but he had plans of further titillation yet to come. For out of the corner of his eye he had spotted a stock whip laying there. Its’ leather handle worn smooth from many hours of work. He reached over and gently traced the tail of the whip over her stomach and across that blushing skin. Slowly he took the handle and parted her sweet wet lips, the handle sliding easily inside her. She moaned at the thought of it inside her, she was always open to the mystery of what objects felt like. With a new appreciation of his stock whip he worked the handle in and out of her. Then he felt down to her womanly button the would bring her over the top. His tongue swirled around it. His lips lapped at it at pace, the whip handle worked a pace of its own. Her hands reached down to massage his hair while her mouth let a whimpering delight escape it. When she could not take the intensity of his motions anymore her arched back quivered as she released into a powerful growl that let him know she was properly seeing stars right now. His balls ached at the sight of his woman wriggling under him in such intense pleasure. She lay there in moments of intensity unable to comprehend the real pleasure that had just racked through her body. He had removed the whip handle and replaced it with a couple of fingers, he could feel the after shocks of her virginal walls pulsing around them. Now it was time for her to bring her man the intensity that she had just felt. She got up from the hay and guided him over to the wall of the stable, backing herself up against it. She stepped up onto two buckets spaced apart, opening her sex for him to gaze upon. In a low purring voice, she said, "Come here and fill this babe." He was more than ready to feel the inside of her cunt with his dick. He first knelt to taste again the juices flowing from her snatch and the perfume of her body. Moving up he licked his way across her stomach to her breasts, wanting to feel every inch of them. Then coming face to face and their lips engaged in a sexual wrestle of lust. As their bodies pressed against each other she lowered his jeans to his knees to get a full grip of his butt. Then slowly she guided his length into her body. Past the folds into the tunnel of silky muscles that longed to drink of him. He extended around her to get a firm hold of the body that was making his balls so tight that he knew it was only going to be a moment before he filled her with himself. He rode her with intensity, pulsing their bodies against each other. She would squeeze and release her cunt muscles around him as he pushed and pulled. His mind stood back and saw the sight of the two of them in the fucking pleasure they were feeling. As his thrust pushed her up against the hard stable wall and her teeth found his nipples biting them with pure lust, his balls could take no more. His head snapped back like a working stock whip and his dick took a plunge like the handle had, filling her with a stream of seed that had no power other than to leave his body and fill her own. His mind was in a place he could stay forever, but the intensity of that place was more than any man could stand for more than a few moments. Gazing at each other after in the aftermath of total satisfaction, she whispered in his ear. "Baby you can fuck me with your boots on anytime." ################ This is my first erotic writing out in public. I'd like some feed back please :) Boots and Birthday Suits I keep a journal. I know. It's not the kind of thing guys do but it helped me though some tough times in my youth and I have just kept doing it. My wife, Madison, and I have been through a lot over the past 3 yrs. I have gone back through my journals. I have long debated about publishing these some of the events. I have decided that I am ready to do so. I am re-working them for privacy reasons as well as readability and other such things. I hope you enjoy them: Early 2007: Madison and I had been married just under two years. I guess we are the modern married couple. We met in college. We had a rough patch and went on a break. Thankfully we reunited after realizing that we were truly the ones for each other. I was a couple years past 30 while she was just on the other side of it. I love everything about Madison. I love her personality, her body and most of all, that hidden side of competitor and troublemaker that would challenge me and make life interesting in a good way. She loved me every bit as much as I loved her. I never felt like this before in my life and while I had always been skeptical of marriage, now I could not imagine life not being married to her. We live in a decently populated area of "flyover" country. Our area was at the front end of the housing crisis. The economy began circling the drain in our area more than a year before anyone in the rest of the country was even aware. I had lost my salaried job along with health insurance and other benefits. Madison was between careers and only had a interim receptionist job. We had counted on my job and its security we thought came with it. I was lucky to find hourly work in the local plant. I am not the biggest of guys but I am responsible and as hard a worker as anyone. Lately many of us had our hours cut. As you would imagine, we began to fall behind. Regularly we had to deciding which bills to pay and how late to pay the. There was no help at the time because the rest of America didn't think there was a problem. This was the time that Madison's good friend, Susan, decided to share how her and Dave were surviving hard times. She said they were "performing" at a wealthy private "club" about once a month. That is all she would tell Madison, but said if we were serious about saving our home, her and Dave would meet with us and give us more detail. Now when Madison came to me with this shady proposition, I figured we should have nothing to do with it. She talked me into at least hearing what they had to offer. We did love our house. We had envisioned raising a family here and Madison had a deep trust and friendship with Susan. I always felt there was something more there but I felt it best to leave it at that. Besides it made for some very hot daydreams. Two nights later we were at Dave and Susan's nervously awaiting the solution to all our problems. Dave and Susan were a few years older than us. They had no kids yet. I remember Madison saying they just started trying when the economy turned and they felt it best to hold off. They had a very nice home. I had wondered how they were still affording their home. The evening was fun but tense. I am a 3 beer drinker kind of guy. At the moment, I was holding my 6th beer and had just finished a shot of Jager that Dave kept in the freezer. Madison was much calmer. She was always like that when the pressure was on. It was one of the things I found most attractive about her. After the nervous pleasantries of the evening, Susan could tell we were anxious to hear what it was that was going to save our home and pay our bills. Susan began by saying, "Madison and Max, you are our dear friends and we know you like many others are struggling with what is happening these days. We thought long and hard about sharing what has solved our problems with you." Dave chimed in, "Please don't judge us. We were staring into the abyss when this opportunity came along." With that I feared they were going to continue to only hint and what was going on. I declared, "Yes, y'all are our friends. Hell your our best friends. That isn't going to change and I honestly can't take the suspense. I wish you would just tell us what the hell this thing is already." Madison put her hand on my knee accompanied with a stern, "Honey." Sarah, sensing my stress level said, "No, Max is right. Well, I guess there is no other way to say it." Dave blurted out, "We wrestle." I said, "You what?" Susan repeated, "We wrestle." "What do you mean wrestle? Like in high school wrestle? Wait, how can that be thing to save us?!" I said. I noticed that Madison was extremely cool in the face of this news. She is cool under fire, but not this cool. I suspected that it meant that she already was already told about this. "We wrestle pro-style, in a ring as a tag team. Against other couples.", Dave said calmly. I just stared at them like they just stepped off of a UFO. The evening continued with them explaining the situation to me. An older wealthy billionaire and his wife liked to wrestle with other couples back in the 60's and into the 70's. Now that they are older they created a private club where they have other couples wrestle. The club members watch the matches. The matches are full mixed tag team. Whoever is tagged in wrestles the other team's tagged in member regardless of gender. I wondered how that would work with the men against women. Apparently, the men could not weight more than 160lbs for their 1st match. This rule helped kept big guys out of the league and made it safer for the women. Remember that I am not that big of a guy at 5' 7" 170lbs. This is one of the reasons we could be considered. The women had no max restriction, but could not be less that 120lbs for any match. Madison just under 5' 5" and was 125 or 130lbs and I loved that it was in all the right places. Madison kept assuring me that it was fine and we could do this. I know my wife. That meant there was a bombshell still to come. Susan explained how much money was involved. $1000.00 for simply performing in your first match. However you would be invited back if you performed well. Performing meant entertaining as much as if you won or not. A team that won but was regularly boring could cease to get invited back. After the first match, no one knew how much money winners received but Dave said it was consistently twice their mortgage payment when they won and about 1/3 of their mortgage payment when they lost. The weird thing is that they never reported what their mortgage payment was. This whole thing was fucked. A ton of emotions were running through me but I knew getting twice a mortgage payment was a huge help. I sipped my beer and try to be as cool as everyone else in the room was. Honestly, I wasn't pulling it off. I finally asked, "What are you not telling me?" They all looked at each other, which meant that this was not going to be good. Susan began, "You know there are no secrets between girlfriends." "Madison and I discuss a lot of things and I know how you found women wrestling and mixed wrestling more than a turn-on.", she continued. I gave my wife a very unfriendly look at it was a rare moment when I saw that she was scared of what I was feeling at the moment. "Well what the hell else did you tell them?!", I said. Madison explained that she told them about how we had developed our play wrestling into something more. Her dark side and our competitiveness combined meant that our play wrestling often involved cheating by trying to arouse and distract each other. This developed into "who can make who cum first" wrestling matches. This is what made Susan think we were perfect for this. Susan followed that with, "We wrestle them naked and you win by pin, submission or forced orgasm!" "WTF! I only do that with my wife!" I exclaimed, "That isn't something I'm going to be doing with other people in front of other people!" "Baby, you are OK with this?! Are you serious?! I don't even know you!", I blurted. Madison looked like she might cry. Dave was watching me closely in case I truly lost my cool. Susan stepped in with, "Madison had the same reaction. She just had it yesterday when only her and I talked about it." Madison with a serious and sad tone said, "This is the only way. This is the only way we can save everything." I do love my wife and I know that she wanted to save our home more than anything. I had to consider that I was hot for wrestling. In college Madison noticed my intensity when watching the Divas wrestle on TV. She loved exploring sex with me and when she made the connection, she used it to take our sex to another level. One day she found my wrestling video stash of hot women wrestling. Instead of getting mad, she surprised me with her and her extremely hot roommate having a wrestling match for me at my apt while my roommate was out of town. I always loved that she did that for me. She was definitely a keeper. My brain went to the thought of wrestling other hotties like Susan naked or watching Susan and Madison go at it gave me a serious hard-on. That quickly faded as I realized I had to wrestle Dave and other guys! Then I realized Dave and other dudes would be all over my woman! It was a win/win/lose/lose. Madison had time to work on me. It was two months of interviews, paper work, non-disclosure agreements, health checks, health records, birth control checks, waivers and most of all training. For all of this information, checking and prodding, it was a very covert ring of operation. I felt like I was in that movie, The Game. This billionaire guy must have spread some decent money around to do this and still keep it quiet. Training was very hard. I liked pro wrestling since I was a kid. I taught Madison a bunch of moves when she had shown interest. Mostly clinches, ground moves, and general holds. Nothing dangerous. I was glad to see that actual pro wrestlers did the training. They were two male and two female trainers. They wore masks for obvious reasons, but I was pretty sure who all of them were. Madison and I impressed them with what we knew but they taught us so much more. These wrestling holds hurt and many hurt like hell. We would be sore until the next sessions. I have to say that we were taught well as they didn't want anyone to be seriously injured. It would not only be bad for the wrestlers but also for the private club in general. Our training was fully clothed. A far cry from the birthday suit wrestling we were to perform in less than a week. By now we were well under water on our mortgage and bills so there was no backing out. My cut in hours was actually helpful so I had more time to train. The strange thing was to not lift weights, as I had to lose 10-15 lbs to be sure I made my 160lbs weigh in. There were two other couples in training with us. They purposely had no one we would be wrestling early on. They kept the training groups small. That didn't stop Madison from sizing the other couples up. We didn't have much time to chat either. We were each referred to by number and we weren't supposed to exchange names or anything which made things really odd. Any brief talking at all was nervous chitchat of "I can't believe we are doing this" talk or trying to guess who the rich people were behind the operation. Folks were nice but we also knew we were each other's competition. It hit me that Madison's acceptance of my wrestling fantasies lead to this and I could tell Madison was definitely getting into it as well. She had always liked being competitive against other women. I had seen it with all of her friends, especially Susan. The closer she was to a woman the more competitive she was with them and he always like challenging the boys. Some of the stories her mom told me made it clear that it was in her personality from early on. As a young woman it manifested into her becoming a sexual tigress that strived to be the ultimate partner to whomever she was dating. I'm just glad as hell she ended up with me. When we showed up for the last week of training, we all came ut of the locker room to met with our trainers. They were all stark naked except for their boots and masks! It was a shocking reminder that this was a naked wrestling league. I couldn't really enjoy the incredible bodies of women pro wrestlers because the male pro wrestlers were right there too. Let's just say their members were going to put me, as well as most of the male population, to shame. The trainers told us to go back into the locker room and come out wearing only our wrestling boots. I know my face had to be as white as a sheet. We all were unprepared, but one of the wives didn't say anything but started to slowly cry and just couldn't stop. Madison and the other wife rushed to her tried their best to console her along with her husband. They kept telling her to think of it as something else. It was a sledgehammer that drove home what we were about to do. The trainers said we had 10 minutes to change and the clock had started. We had to be back and ready or pack your things and go home. We all went to the locker room. The crying woman managed to stop crying and changed into just her boots with the rest of us. She had a good body. My guess is she looked 30 but I figure she was a 36 or 37 yr old who kept in shape. She was hot. If it weren't for the crying I would have enjoyed looking at her body. I took a quick check of myself in the full-length mirror. I thought I looked ok. Madison was the hot one. I only hold my own. I can act like I'm more because I know it gets Madison aroused. I managed to lose 13lbs and it definitely help make me more cut looking but I felt weak as hell. Something I think they intended. After the initial match, us guys don't have to come in the 160bs requirement. For some reason, I was incredibly nervous until I finally was undressed in front of the other couples. Madison came over to me with concern. "I don't think she is going to be able to do it." she whispered to me with genuine concern. "Baby, I hope she makes it but we have to make sure we are out there so we don't get cut." I replied. She closed her eyes and sighed because she knew I was right. That was her caring side that was also a big part of her. While Madison would have tried to beat her with everything she had in the ring she really wanted to help her through this. We made it back out to the ring with about 2 minutes along with the other couple. You could see the husband of the crying woman trying to coax her out of the locker room doorway. "This is our only hope.", he kept telling her. Finally he said, "They are all the same people who just saw you naked in the locker room." and that seemed to get her to come out. They made it into the ring in the nick of time. The trainers acted no different now that these 6 people were buck naked in front of them. All three women were good looking. I still go nuts over my wife's body but the others were sure fine too. I was trying to focus on keeping my member at bay. The trainers treated this session just like the others. We did our stretches and warm ups followed by some Irish whips. We did collar elbow clinches, headlocks, arm bars and some ground work. After our first break they finally addressed our being naked with regard to the wrestling. We were told that there were to be no physical attacks of pain to male or female groin area. Only sensual attacks were allowed on the sex organs. In appropriate attacks were admonished by the referee and could range from a warning to a disqualification. As with other disqualifications, if your tag team is disqualified from a match you go home with no money and could also receive a suspension. "What about breasts?", Madison asked. I was embarrassed that she asked but was also turned on and curious to what the answer would be. "Glad you asked.", the lead trainer responded. He said, "Nipples for males and females are protected from attacks like the groin is. Just like the groin, they can be sexually attacked. However, the rest of the breast or chest area is fair game within the general wrestling rules." This lead to Madison and the other wives protectively cupping their breasts subconsciously. There was no further mention of our being naked through the rest of the session and we continued with our moves and holds. The remaining sessions were naked as well. --end part 1 Spring 2007: It was the night before our first match. We had been trained as pro-style wrestlers. We had been tested poked and prodded. Madison had her birth control verified witch made me question our doing this all over again. We had our wrestling gear which were just boots and any pads we wanted from the equipment staff. In no way were Madison and I ready this but there was no turning back. We both lay in bed that night unable to sleep. We talked about how we needed to do this. We tried to make up little agreements about how we would handle wrestling the other sex and watching each other wrestle the other sex. We knew "agreements" were pointless because these were wrestling matches where forcing an orgasm was one of the ways to win. Now we really couldn't sleep. I don't remember who started it, but we had some of the best sex we ever had which was the only thing that relaxed us. We professed our love to one another regardless of what happened the next day and we both fell asleep. That next morning, Susan and Dave called to wish us luck. They had a match but didn't think we would see each other that night. Shortly afterwards we got a call from the club. They told us where to park our car that evening at 6pm sharp. We were told to bring an overnight bag and that a suburban would pick us up. There we sat at 5:45pm waiting for our ride. Once again, we thought about leaving and not going through with it. Before we got up the nerve to take off, a black suburban with blacked out windows pulled up. We received a call that told us to get into the suburban. With deep breaths we got inside knowing there was no going back now. We were told to put our phones, wallets, keys, etc into a safe in the car. It was one of those hotel safes where you pick the code. Our ride was about 3 hours. I was sure that 30+ minutes were for confusion. The suburban didn't even let us see out the front. There was some alcohol in the ride but only enough to take the edge off. There were movies for us to watch. Mainstream movies, not porn. Most were comedies and some romantic titles. We arrived and the location with our hearts racing. We were never outside so we really had no idea where we were. We were lead down a long hallway with many doors to a private suite. The door was sound proofed and I figured that all the suites had the couples who would be wrestling. There was a place for Madison to do her make up along with a king size bed, a plasma TV, a massage table and a restroom. In here there were all kinds of magazines. You imagine it, they had it from Hustler to Working Mother. It was outright comical. Within about 10 minutes a knock at the door turned out to be Ms. Levinson, a very hot woman in office attire and all I could think was Ms. Hancock from WCW with brunette hair. She was always extremely professional and had handled our paper work and orientation process. She came in to explain that our match would be roughly an hour or more away. She went over things with us again as part of procedure. "You will be wrestling tonight as 'Hawk & Angel'", she said. "Your outfits are hanging over there.", she pointed, "I will watch the rules video with you. After which, you may ask questions as I am fully versed in the wrestling match rules. Then we will have you sign the rules and match agreement document." "Have the rules changed?", I asked. "No, it is just a video refresher of the rules so everyone understands them."