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Dear Deb

By: JohnDrake



Recently I began writing a series of stories about my first marriage. While I intend to finish those, I was writing them in part to remember and to work through some old issues. I found I needed to put them on hold for a short bit.

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Each marriage comes with its own set of issues, and early in my second marriage -- literally on the honeymoon -- my second wife, Deb, became seriously ill. As she recovered our sex life was immediately crushed. Without going into a lot of detail about that now -- I think it will make for some good future stories - suffice it to say that our marriage for the past 18 years has essentially been sexless. Until this year, only one year had as many as 10 sexual encounters, and most years were under a half dozen. 

Because we are a strong couple in so many other ways, I've lived with this, as has she. She has had a difficult time understanding the male need for sex, beyond the male physical need for fucking.

This year I finally grew enough -- and she grew enough -- that we have begun to tackle some difficult issues head on, and as such our sex life has improved. It's not great yet, but it is a huge improvement. We've been together a dozen times since late January, even though there were a few weeks where each of us had the flu. Not just the quantity, but also the quality is improving.

I pushed early in the year -- twice -- that I thought we needed counseling She resisted -- because of the expense (because of a risky job change I made - one that MIGHT pay off - we are currently cash tight). In any case, she thought we were both intelligent people and could talk this out. I agreed, but noted that we have no independent sounding board, so that I'm concerned that sometimes when I push for things that have to do with mutual growth she would translate them to a need for fucking.

This past week, for various reasons, our frequency declined, and I expressed how miserable this made me feel. On some levels -- though we haven't talked it out yet so I am just guessing now -- I think it made her feel like I only appreciated her as a fuck buddy -- making her feel like a whore perhaps.

I've tried to explain the emotional connection in this, but with difficulty. Deb likes to make love in the missionary position, and she is pretty vanilla -- once she is ready she wants me to put it in and for us to have at it. I like A LOT more foreplay and variety.

Last night we made love, and it was a good time. Parts of it were absolutely exquisite, with very intense feeling. But this morning when I talked about it, on some levels she was still concerned that I appreciated her only for the sex, and not for her whole self, and all the other things she does in my life.

I wrote and sent her the following email, so that she might better understand the male thought process while making love (not while having sex.) I thought others might appreciate this as well.

Hi Sweetie,

I am concerned that what I am trying to convey is getting lost in translation. Part of where I am coming from is dependent upon our prior conversations and upon you understanding that I am not talking about sex. I am talking about a deeply personal bond and intimacy that occurs within a context of sex. Let me explain a little, and maybe that will help.

What I am sharing here is to a very large extent how I FEEL about things, especially in the moment of passion. I'm not saying that these things always make sense or are always predictable or consistent -- they are feelings and I'm trying to convey in a clear and explicit way so that you can better understand them. I want you to see into my heart and mind and learn that this isn't just about the sex -- it's about connecting on deep level. I want you to start to understand what is in my head and heart as we make love. And I wish -- I want -- to better understand what is in yours. All these sorts of things are going on in my head when we make love...I don't know that you know that.

PLEASE, PLEASE, read all of this and respond to it -- and do so openly. This is hard, very hard for me to open up this much and I really need to know that you understand this and appreciate the risk I feel in being this open and in struggling to verbalize feelings that are very deep and hard to explain. Parts of this are written from the perspective of my mind and heart as we made love last night...

Last night, when we were in bed kissing, I was very aroused by you. We kissed deeply and passionately. We touched each other's body, and that touching was good, and connecting and arousing and this touching connected me with you on a deep emotional level. You got very aroused and started getting to a point where you wanted me in you. I, however, needed more foreplay. Now, in this email, I want to discuss those things and start to try to help us understand that difference.

I don't know if, at the time that you want me, if you just need me in you, or if you want to start giving me that pleasure, or what you feel. We haven't talked about it. Sometimes I'm ready to take you then -- to be in you and connect in that way. Sometimes the "manly man" just needs to be in you, to press deeply inside you, to drive into you with a deep passion and deep force.

BUT, sometimes I'm not ready, I need more time, more touching, more creativity, and more variation -- and at those times connecting too quickly can actually make me feel badly.

Part of it is that at those times I don't feel that I am pleasuring you enough, or giving you enough time or maybe allowing ourselves to enjoy each other enough -- or connecting with you as intimately as I need -- and this connection comes through creativity and variation. When we go too fast at those times, there is a sense in which I feel that it becomes too much about sex and not enough about connection and that actually makes my heart sad -- I can feel it breaking a little when I don't feel that I am sharing my love enough with you through intimate physical contact. 

Sometimes the sense of "rushed" means "I have to be with you" and other times being rushed feels like I am caring only about sex and not about you. I can't predict the context before each time -- it just plays out. But I am trying to delineate for you that there ARE different contexts.

I needed "another step" last night. Another step of connectedness. And this is where I start a dance on the borderline of being frustrated, and sometimes of being truly heartbroken.

Last night I tried to go down on you. Nope. I was not allowed to do that. My frustration increases, a little sadness built up inside me.

We kissed more, and I moved into positions that teased you a little, by pressing my very hard cock against your leg or the side of your crotch. I liked that you continued to respond to my teasing.

You still want me inside you but I'm still not ready.

I put a finger in you to play with you. I liked the feeling inside, the intimacy, your physical responses -- the way you moved against my hand, the way you let me touch you. I wanted to get you even more aroused, pleasure you even more, and have you want me even more. I want to rub your clit and get you close and not have you cum yet. (Actually, I'd like to get to a situation where we could continue playing and cum more than once, but you aren't there yet, so I can't let you cum with the idea of doing more later -- so I must continue to tease and build.) There were times last night when you started to move your hips so that you would grind a little on my finger, and that was deeply satisfying. I knew then that you would let yourself go and be totally open with me, that you trust me like no other man, that you can feel safe to let yourself be completely mine and you trust me to know it will be wonderful.

I stroked your clit and brought you close several times, but not too close. And I sensed that you were not completely comfortable with my finger in you. You felt very aroused last night, but you began to be "nervous" about letting yourself be open to a finger in you -- at least that is how it seemed to me. I tried focusing on stroking your clit more, but I wasn't getting the connection I needed in my heart to move forward with being inside you.

At that moment, I felt "defeated" again, I felt frustrated again. I still needed another level of connectedness before I could be inside you, even though you kept trying to maneuver me to be on top of you. And I felt like I was running out of options, and that scared me.

I thought: "Should I just keep teasing until you realize that there is something wrong? Why can't you see that I can't just move forward? Are you starting to think that I just don't want to fuck you?"

We started kissing, and you started playing with my mouth those wonderful ways you do. You kissed my neck, making my cock even more aroused -- difficult though that may be to believe -- even I struggled to believe it as I felt it happen. My cock wanted badly to be inside you -- but my heart still wasn't ready, I didn't have the connection I need....

You kissed me more, teasing my mouth. I thought about trying to slide away from you in bed, and getting on my knees by your face, to encourage you to lick my cock in that same teasing way that you used on my mouth. If you would do that to the underside of my cock, near the head, the physical pleasure would be intense, but the emotional pleasure would be absolutely fantastic -- I would know beyond a doubt that you are willing to push past your limits to show me how you want me, how you need me. I would feel so wanted by you.

But I knew I couldn't risk it. You were more likely to say "No", than "Yes" and if you did I knew I would be crushed. I would want to cry but wouldn't be able to because I know that if I did it will just make things worse. I couldn't have a failed attempt at lovemaking, not last night, not after what I said to you earlier. I knew you wouldn't understand what I was trying to say to you, you wouldn't understand the emotion behind it.

I started to feel less connected. I was running out of ideas of how to connect on an additional level. I noticed that we are entwined at this point, your body partially rolled over toward me. 

I thought about taking you from behind -- about rolling you onto your stomach and sliding over you, you getting on all fours -- I would take my cock in my hand and slide it up and down against your slit to get it wet, to lubricate it, before I try to slide in. Then I would slide in deep and slow, take your hips in my hands and push in deeply -- you would thrust back on me, and you would put your face on the bed, your ass raised, as I slide in and out of you. 

You would be giving yourself to me, and enjoying me sliding in deeply, my balls pressing against your clit. Maybe I could rub your clit with my hand or you could rub your clit with yours....

I stopped -- what was I thinking? We have never done this, you've resisted in the past, and it's not going to happen now. I needed to find another connection. Maybe I could get you to lie on your tummy and massage your back, and slide into you while I'm massaging you. I tried to move you various ways toward that, and to slide my hand around your ass, through your legs and back toward your clit. We had some fun changing positions, but you seemed to resist moving toward that position. You still seemed to just want me to mount you missionary style, and I can't. I just don't have the connection in my heart to move there yet.

As we moved around I placed your hand on my cock. You always seemed hesitant to just take me like this -- do you not realize both the physical and emotional power of this simple act? It tells me you want me, that you need to have me, and that you want to pleasure me. I was a little nervous at this point, because I still needed more connection, and it was getting to be a long time and I wasn't getting there.

Then you took my cock, and you did it enthusiastically, and without hesitation. And you held me well, and stroked me well, and I started to feel more connected again, but I wasn't quite there. I rubbed your pussy, and slid a finger inside.

You were more enthusiastic and let me slide in my middle finger; it went in a little deeper. I kissed you and you teased my lips. I was starting to connect.

I wanted to learn more about the inside of you, find the places that bring you the most pleasure, find your g-spot and learn to connect with you. You don't verbalize much so I don't often get the "oh honey, that's wonderful, right there" response, so I always need to really listen to your body-speak. Sometimes that works better than others. Last night I wanted to learn more, to pleasure you more so I started to slide in a second finger, to give you that feeling of being full, and to better feel inside you. But you stopped it, and I immediately read that somehow you felt dirty about this, that you didn't understand the message that I was sending. I lost the connection I'd been building.

You teased my lips again, you stroked my cock. That helps; you're open here in a way you haven't in the recent past. If you would just wet the underside of my cock a little, tease it a little, take me into your mouth just a little, I could connect. I gambled, and said: "Would you tease my cock like that and then let me make love to you?" so that you would know my intent is to make love to you, not to try to cum in your mouth.

But you didn't move in any way to indicate that you would do that. I lost the connection again. I feel heartbroken again. I need for you to give yourself FULLY to me and I'm not finding a way to feel that. What else can I do to get connected?

I noticed again that you were half rolled onto me. I started trying to slide you on top. You expressed concern about being a little heavy, about crushing me? Don't you understand? Your weight doesn't matter!! Your heart matters, your mind matters. I need for you to give yourself to me!

You listened to me when I said you won't crush me, and you slid on top. I started to connect. You hadn't held back -- you'd pushed past your boundaries and given something special to me. I wished you would take your hand and grasp my cock to rub it on your slit and wet it and let me know that you really want me. But I knew that you don't do that, you've never done that, so I reached to do it. It's important for our comfort. I got it wet, and you pushed down and slid me inside.

And instantly I had felt it -- your deep love for me. You were very wet, and warmer than normal. And the way that your hips were moving, were gyrating, and were sliding my cock in and out of you -- I knew that you wanted it. You wanted me. You wanted my cock and your pussy was holding it, caressing it, almost dancing with it. I felt moved, complete. I briefly knew that if I ever saw you enjoying another man the way that you were enjoying me then I'd be crushed. I'd know I wasn't special to you. But right then every physical response of your body told me of your desire for me, of your love for me. It was a powerful feeling, a reassuring feeling. It was a conveyance of your feelings that you cannot match with mere words. The power was great, the physical pleasure was great, the way you were moving was different than the way you have moved before and I knew I would struggle to keep from cumming too soon.

I could reach up and feel your breasts, your wonderful breasts right by my face. They seemed so big right then. Oh god how I love you and how I loved the way your breasts were turning me on. It was all such a turn-on. I could caress your body, front and back. What you were giving me is wonderful, the physical pleasure was wonderful. I felt so connected, and was so enjoying your body - right now I can't even really explain it well.

I could reach down and feel and caress your ass, feel the way you moved on me. God, how you were moving on me. We held each other, caressed, moved, kept switching between the three. I asked you to stop a couple of times. I wish we were to the point in our love-making relationship that we could cum, and rest a little and make love some more, but we aren't yet; so I knew I need to hold back. I thought about cumming and then getting hard again and fucking some more, but I was concerned if I cum we will end up stopping, and I don't want to be selfish, I wanted you to cum. So I held back.

Shortly, I wanted to have you, to pleasure you even more with my cock, to take control. We rolled you underneath, and I pressed inside. The angles were different, and the feeling was oh so different from being in your pussy just moments before. I could feel how big I was, how I had really swelled-up, and it felt good to me to pleasure you like that. I could feel the silkiness of your pussy, and ....it was grasping me, holding me, I could feel the folds of your flesh moving with me. It was so fucking intense, so pleasurable. Shit, I had I tell you how silky it felt. As we moved I knew I swore a few times, because it felt so amazingly good. Your pussy was telling me with all these sensations, on a very basic, fundamental level that you needed me. Your body needed mine; it had to respond to mine. Again, I knew then that no other man could have this with you, and I connected in a way you cannot imagine.

You slid a leg in close, between mine, to squeeze my cock tighter. It made be verbalize again, mumbling "Oh shit". I hoped you weren't turned off. Seldom had I felt this much pleasure, but you were giving me this, and I wanted to pleasure you back. I wanted you to cum. I reached down between our bodies, and found your clit and I stroked it, caressed it, as I continued sliding in and out of you. I felt your arousal increase. We moved toward a climax. I would have loved to give you a mind-blowing orgasm, and you have a nice one. I felt you grasp my cock with your pussy. I wished I could have given you more.

I waited atop you, giving you time to enjoy your climax, to enjoy your afterglow. I was aware that I was still very aroused. I needed badly to cum in you, but I wanted to make certain you we're comfortable, that you were ready for more after cumming You said you were, and I stroked into you, then harder and deeper - I pounded into you, and came hard into you, deeply in you. I hoped you could feel the emotion pouring into you along with my cum.

It was a wonderful time. I wanted to rest and caress and do it again that very night. I knew we wouldn't. But I knew it was an excellent time, and building to more times in the future.

*** 

Honey, next time you think it's only about fucking, only about sex, remember that the above is going on in my head. I hope this helps you to understand me.

John

Dear Debra



My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit the code that unlocked the door, and walked in. I was lucky my current employment status allowed me the daily half hour walk. 

With today's technology I did not need to make the half-hour trip to the office. My commute was a thirty-second walk from my dining room to an empty bedroom that I turned into my office. I write the advice column in the local weekly alternative paper. I inhabit the personality of "Dear Debra" My questions range from what wine goes with what food, who should take the lead if a date goes beyond dinner, to should I have oral sex on a first date. 

I started about five years ago filling in for the real Debra and when she left I stayed. I have an editor that culls the questions and sends them to me and I select the three to four questions to handle for the column that needed to be back to the office by Tuesday morning. 

I turned on my computer and scanned my email and found the one from my editor. There was a long attachment to her email. I opened the attached document. 

"Dear Debra, 

I have a great relationship with my boy friend we enjoy each other and have really great sex. The one sore point is oral sex. In past relationships with other men; I have had oral sex. "Darrel (not his real name) is really squeamish about me going down on him. I enjoy going down on men's cocks. How can I relax Darrel so I can get some oral fun? 

Maybe selfish Patty" 

Ok I will work on this one. I dismissed the second and liked the third. 

"Dear Debra, 

What wine is appropriate for a large banquet? I am hosting a fifteen-person party and was wondering if I should purchase a Bordeaux, or something from California. My guests are not wine snobs and really would not know the difference. The evening will start off with cocktails and then dinner and desert. 

Which Wine" 

A pair of arms moved around my shoulders and my girlfriend's head moved to kiss me on the cheek. ""Oh God Dear Debra, why do you write that stuff?" said Carol Farmer; my lover for the last three years. Neither one of us was young, but we seemed to get along. 

"I write this to put food on the table," I responded. 

"You should have gotten me up I would have walked with you," she said. 

"I didn't want to bother you. What is on your schedule my dear?" I asked. 

"I am showing a house at 11:00 and closing a deal at 3:00 and if it goes through I am taking you out to dinner," said Carol. 

We both work out of the home office and Carol's desk is across the room from mine. Our sleeping arrangements were interesting. Most of the time Carol sleeps with me but at times she uses the third bedroom where her wardrobe is stored. Selling Real Estate requires her to be well dressed. She is always on me to improve my wardrobe. 

I met Carol when she sold me the house that we occupy. I had just gone through a divorce and was looking for a house either to buy or rent. I met Carol at the coffee shop near the place I was living temporally. We struck up a conversation and she said that she knew of a home that was on the market, that she thought I could afford. 

She showed me the house and after two bottles of wine I made an offer. I was surprised that it was accepted. I was able to make the down payment from the proceeds of my old house that was sold to satisfy the divorce order. For the first few months I was able to make the note, but the ownership of the paper cut the fee for Dear Debra and it became harder. 

I called Carol to put the house back on the market but she had another suggestion. It seemed that that she walked into her house and found her husband in bed with another woman. She was looking for a place to live and offered to help out with the mortgage. So we have had this interesting living arrangement for about three years. At first she lived in her bedroom and I lived in mine. We split expenses. For a while we carried on separate social lives. She even brought a gentleman home. One morning I was getting up and found Carol in bed with me. From that point on she sleeps with me most nights. We gradually got closer and after a while we were a couple. 

I needed to get back to work the deadline was fast approaching. The fifth question and sixth questions looked good 

"Dear Debra, 

When I go out to eat with "Steve" his eyes are constantly moving all over the room. He rarely looks at me. Everything else in our relationship seems to work. Should I worry? 

Nervous Nelly" 

Dear Debra, 

What can I do to control my boyfriend's gaseous emissions when we are making love? 

Bill needing a gas mask 

I started to craft the answers. 

Maybe Selfish, 

Many people have different views on oral sex. If "Darrel" was raised in a household where sex in any form was frowned upon; he may have left over feelings of being sinful if he participates oral sex. It may take some time to get him over his apprehension. It is difficult to have frank discussions about this with your partner. But both parties need to be agreeable to oral stimulation. It is good that you want to perform on him, which may make it easier. It will take time. Check online bookstores for Fellatio and get a manual. It might give you suggestions for topics of conversation. Remember work slowly or you might drive him away. 

Which 

You have to decide if you want to impress your guests or save money. Either wine will work and there are several wines from California that are every bit as good as Bordeaux. Since you didn't give me your menu I can't give you any suggestions on the wines you should think about. Consult the wine column written by my friend Steve Williams. That might give you an idea of what wines will go with your menu. 

What people don't know is Steve Williams is the same person as Dear Debra. I write the wine column under the name Steve Williams. 

Nelly 

Is it possible that Steve has a touch of autism and is uncomfortable making eye contact with you? He may also be nervous in crowed areas. You might ask him why his eyes dart around the restaurant. If you come home and find another woman with him then you need to worry. 

Bill 

Monitor your partner's food intake and limit those foods that promote the production of gas. There are over-the-counter medications that absorb the gas you can check out. Many people have very active bacteria in their guts that contribute to being flatulent. 

I formatted the document and logged into the paper's content management system and uploaded the document. I would revise my answers up to the deadline. But the paper had a column. 

Carol was in the bathroom showering and I decided to join her. I slipped into the bathroom that was part of the shared bedroom. Dropped my sweatpants and shirt and climbed in to the walk in shower with Carol. My cock was standing at attention and I grabbed her nipples. Carol turned around and kissed me. 

"Sorry darling but I have a headache," said Carol. 

"Like hell you do," I said as I planted a kiss on her lips, I tried to get more active but Carol held fast and I backed down. 

I toweled off and put my sweats back on. I went to the kitchen and started cracking eggs for breakfast. Carol came out and sat at the island as I placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her position. 

"I am sorry darling about the shower will you give me a rain check? I wish it were Sunday because we would be drinking Champagne. But I need to have a clear head," said Carol. 

Carol finished and gathered her material and left. One of the advantages of living with Carol was the Bentz SUV that she drove. She dressed to impress and drove to impress her clients. The car and the clothes communicated success. 

It was about 10:30 when my editor called. 

"Mike, I read your Dear Debra story and its fine but we need to expand the Oral sex and the Autistic answer. Contact someone at the Autism society and see if you are on the right angle. Do some research on Oral sex and see if you can fill in. I need about two more inches," said Tracy. 

"Will do. Are you still on for Saturday?" I said. 

"It is on my calendar. See you then. Mike I need those additions by EOB today," said Tracy. 

Well I had my marching orders. I looked on the Internet to find a local chapter of the Autism society. I found the number and called. I identified myself as the researcher for Dear Debra. After about a half an hour of conversation I had enough information to pad the column. It was nice to know that I was on the right track. I opened the document and added the material. Tracy would polish the copy. Oral Sex was another story. I knew an expert on the subject she was my ex-wife. Brenda Maddux PhD taught Psychology at the local university and sexual practice was an area of her research. 

After our divorce I would get snarky emails from her when my Dear Debra answers were off the rails. 

"Brenda Maddux," she answered on the first ring. 

"It's your ex Brenda how are you doing?" 

"What can I do for you?" 

I read her the question and my answer and asked if she could add anything. After giving me the history of sexual practices from Victorian times to the present day; she actually gave me a few quotes I could use. She also gave me a few strategies that the correspondent could use to ease into oral sex on the reluctant. 

"You and the Real Estate chick still together?" she asked. 

"Yes and her name is Carol Farmer," I replied. 

"Hey who do I have to bribe to get on a wine panel?" said Brenda. 

"I will let you know if I have an opening. Thank you for the information," I ended the call. 

I looked over my notes and edited the answer. I quoted Brenda Maddux PhD and uploaded the changes to the column. 

##30## Dear Debra for the week 

My phone rang and Carol was on the line. "I am just a little pissed right now. My 11:00 canceled, and the closing was postponed to tomorrow. Hold on another call coming in." 

My line went silent and I waited for her to come back. 

"Well my day is not a total loss. I am meeting someone to get a listing. I should be home about 3:00. I am still willing to go to Le Bistro, if you're up for it," said Carol. 

"I am always up for mussels and a good white wine," I replied. 

"It's a date. I will meet you there," said Carol. 

My next task was to call a friend of mine to get a recommendation on a set of wines to rate. I got the "Leave a message," on his phone. 

"Charles, give me a call, I need to talk Juice," I recorded. 

Charles James is my wine whisperer; he never answers the phone it was always leave a message and he would get back to me. My computer beeped indicating I had a new email message. From: cjames@cjames.com 

Subject. Wine List. 

Mike, 

Got your message and had this list ready. I think it is time for your group to sample some Pinot's. He went on to list seven Pinot Noir examples, three from Oregon, two from Washington, and two from California. "Drop by the store and I will have these pulled for you." 

I hit the reply button and said that I would see him in the morning. In addition to his recommendations I might put one or two from my stash just to spice things up. I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the column and doing research on the selections, both his and mine. I looked at the clock on my computer and saw that it was approaching 3:00 and I pulled up my smart phone and tapped on the Uber App and put a request for a ride. The app messaged me saying "Dave will be by in fifteen minutes, in a gold SUV. The fee was $15.00 that was charged to the credit card I stored in the App. 

I do know how to drive but I did not have a car at the moment and used the ride "Sharing" services as well as public transportation. Carol would get pissed at me when she drove me the grocery or other places. 

A gold SUV drove up and after the usual preliminaries, I got in and the driver took me to Le Bistro. The car pulled behind the German SUV that my girlfriend owned. Great timing I thought. I climbed out of the car said good-by to the driver and waited for Carol to walk to the entrance. 

We kissed and entered. "Do you want to eat here or take it to go?" I asked Carol. 

"Don't worry I can get us home," she said. 

Carol and I stayed together because we enjoyed good food and good wine. We were regulars at Le Bistro and the hostess escorted us to a table in the corner that allowed us to look over the entire room. 

"What do you think about Pinot Noir?" I asked 

"Not for Shell Fish," replied Carol. 

"No those are the wines we are tasting Saturday," I said. 

"Fine. A funny thing happened to me today I got a listing from my Ex. The scumbag's dick found a new hole and the woman that he was shaking up with moved out. He's between jobs and needs to sell. I was the next agent on the board and caught the call. He didn't seem to mind," said Carol. 

"Must be our lucky day I had to call my ex to get some information to pad out one of my Dear Debra answers," I said. 

The waiter approached the table. "Two plates of mussels and a bottle of Pino Grigio." I pointed to the wine on the list. 

"I want to get you home, and..." Carol said as the waiter approached with the wine. She expertly extracted the cork and poured samples for both of us. After we tasted she filled both glasses and left the bottle in the ice bucket and withdrew. "...and give you a tonguing that you will not forget," she finished her thought. 

"Well I guess I have something to look forward to," I said. 

The waiter approached with two enormous bowls of shellfish and a basket of bread. She placed the bowls in front of us, and the basket in the center of the table. We both dug in to the food. The cook did his usual job and the mussels were great. It took about an hour and a half hour for us to finish. I am afraid that we killed two bottles of wine. I got my phone out to summon Uber when Carol stopped me. "Let's go, I'm fine. You drank most of the wine anyway," she said. 

I signed the check and we both leaned on each other as we walked to the car. Behind the wheel Carol became a different person and expertly got us home with out any problem. 

I opened the house and Carol put her tongue in my ear. I was barely able to get the door closed before her hand got in my pants. 

"See your ex and attack me, I will get him to see you more often," I said. 

It is either sex with you or a shower to get the stink off," said Carol. 

Unlike Dear Debra's correspondent's boyfriend I had no objections to oral sex. Carol had me on the couch and my cock in her mouth, shortly after we were home. Her head bobbed up and down, fucking my cock. She lifted off leaving my pole standing at attention. 

"Let's get your clothes off so I can do a proper job," said Carol. 

I stood and dropped my jeans and underwear. Carol pulled my shirt over my head; accept for my socks I was completely naked. Carol had her hand on my erection making sure that I did not go anywhere. "Back on the couch," she barked. 

As soon as I was reclining Carol was giving my cock her undivided attention. Between her mouth and hand I was moving my pelvis trying to get away from the stimulation. She rubbed the sensitive area where my cock crown meets the shaft and I shot like old faithful. There were puddles of cum on my tummy. Carol went to the Kitchen and brought a towel and threw it in my face. "Clean up mister," she ordered. 

Like a high school boy after masturbating I wiped cum off of myself. Carol never liked the taste of cum, but she liked oral sex. While I was cleaning up Carol walked back to the bedrooms. I heard her call my name and I gathered my clothes and started walking in the direction of her voice. She was in the same state as I was completely naked, when I found her in my/our bedroom. 

We are two mature adults on the other side of thirty but Carol could star in a men's magazine photo layout. She kept herself in shape; with nice breasts, trim waist and a beautiful ass. She was lying on the end of the bed inviting me to take her from behind. 

"Got enough ammo left to take care of a sex starved woman," Carol said as I dropped my clothing in the laundry basket. 

I approached her and reached between her legs and started to massage her pussy. Carol liked having a shaved pussy with just a small patch of hair above her vagina. My cock had recovered enough that I could insert my sword into her sheath. I manipulated the area just above her pussy lips and that stimulated her contractions around my cock. I withdrew and Carol flipped over. I reinserted my cock and continued to fuck my lover. 

"Um more like that," she said as I continued to fuck her pussy. 

I was fully lodged in her cunt and we were kissing as I was ramming my tool in and out of her pussy. 

"I knew that there was a reason that I kept you around," said Carol 

"Well technically I keep you around as my name is still on the mortgage," I replied. 

"Well I don't think that "Dear Debra" would pay enough to service the debt on the house. 

"Truce," I said as I continued to fuck Carol's pussy. I arched my back and again climaxed shooting a load of cum in my girlfriend. I kissed her and my cock fell out of her pussy. 

Carol was off the bed and out of the room before I could say anything. I again toweled off. The wine and the sex had stimulated my kidneys and I let go a long stream in the toilet. I walked back into the bedroom and Carol was pulling the cork on our favorite sparkling wine. She expertly eased the cork out with just a small burp. She handed me a glass and poured the pink wine in the glass. 

"What are we celebrating?" I asked. 

"That we can still make passionate love," replied Carol. 

"Works for me," I said as I drained the glass and refilled hers and mine. 

She started to laugh after the second glass and was refilling her flute. 

"Ok what do you find funny?" I asked. 

"I was thinking that it was funny that we were having sex and drinking Champagne," said Carol. 

I stood and took her glass and put it on the table. She was on the bed and I again climbed between her lovely legs and kissed her. My reenergized cock found her cunt and I gently slid the pole in her hole. 

"I want on top sir," said Carol. 

We switched positions and Carol guided my cock into her cunt. When I was fully lodged she started to bounce up and down. I took a sip of the sparkling wine as I watched her breasts dance in my face. Carol leaned over and retrieved her glass as well. Carol's actions again broke down my resistance and I felt my muscles tighten. There was a release and my cock shot another load in my girlfriend's pussy. 

Carol got off the bed and after picking the bottle up she refilled our glasses. The bottle was empty and I downed the rest of my wine. Carol began to leave the room; "Where are you going?" 

"I have an early call tomorrow so you're flying solo," she said as she walked out of the room. I gathered the glassed and bottle so I could get them to the Kitchen in the morning. I found my PJ's and got ready for bed. I shut the light off and was sleeping before my head hit the pillow. 

My phone was on silent so it vibrated on the table next to my head. I reached for it and after three attempts I finally grabbed it. I swiped the screen and moved it to my ear. 

"Good morning sunshine," said Carol. 

"Where the F___ are you?" 

"I am on the road, I will be home at 8:00 I just wanted make sure that you were up," said Carol. 

"I will see you this evening," I said and touched disconnect button and went back to sleep. 




Dear Debra



An hour later I drug myself out of bed. Like the morning before I put on a set of sweats and took a half hour walk around the neighborhood. I stripped in the bathroom, and allowed the shower to wash the cares of the world down the drain. I got out and after drying off; I donned a set of PJ's and walked in the office. 

I woke the computer up and waited as it downloaded the email messages. Ninety percent of them were ads and they hit the digital dustbin. There were three messages one from Carol one from Tracy my editor and one from a friend agreeing to be on the wine panel this weekend. 

"Mike, 

Here are some questions for Dear Debra for you to research. Don't wait until the last minute! Tracy" 

Attached to the message was a MS Word Doc that I would check later. 

"Mike, 

I left early this morning to visit my son in Valley View. I wanted to warn him that Frank is on the loose and to watch out if he wants to crash at his home. See you this evening, Carol" 

Carol's son lived about fifty miles away and his father had a history of attempting to sponge off the successful son; when he was between jobs and girlfriends. Her son thought that I was a leach on his mother so we did not see each other a lot. 

"Mike, 

Hell yes I want to come to the tasting, Steve" 

It was good that I had my panel for the Saturday event filled. I don't think that my ex and Carol would get alone very well. 

Now I needed to arrange for a ride to Charles James' store. Store was a misnomer Charles James Inc. was the largest wholesale wine distributer in the city. He usually provides the bottles for free if he selects them. If I ask for specific wines he charges me retail. This month he was pushing Pinot Noir. 

I put it off as long as I could and I opened the attachment with the question for Dear Debra. 

"Dear Debra, 

My boyfriend and I are in a committed relationship for several months. Now he is suggesting that we attend an S&M encounter. I have no desire to partake in any type of public sex. He is becoming very insistent and I have run out reasons not to go. He has suggested that he go alone. Is our relationship over? Not in the mood" 

"Dear Debra, 

I am completely and utterly in love with my girlfriend. We have a good relationship going but I am undecided about asking THE QUESTION in a public setting, or privately in one of our apartments. Have Ring will Travel" 

"Dear Debra, 

I have been sharing an apartment with a friend from college. We are both in high stress jobs, and we are rarely in the apartment at the same time. While I am not a neat freak, my roommate has not matured. I am never sure if the place will be presentable. I have not been able to bring my boyfriend over for dinner. Since I don't think that I can change her is it time for me to change? Needing A Push" 

Dear Debra, 

Who pays on the first date? Dating virgin. 

I did not need to work on them now but I have my column. I looked at the time display on my computer and saw that it was 11:00. I picked up my phone and dialed a friend. 

"This is Ken." 

"Hey Ken, Mike, I will pay for lunch if you will let me run an errand?" 

There was a sigh of exasperation in his voice. What do you need hoser?" 

"I need to pick up a case of wine at Charles James Distributing," I said. 

"Wine that I am not going to drink," he replied. 

"Yes you can, I need another person for my wine panel this Saturday," I replied. 

"It is your lucky day. I will be over in a half hour," said Ken. 

He disconnected, and I went back to looking at my email. I found nothing important and I got up to dress before Ken arrived. 

I was standing in my yard when Ken drove up. Ken and I hooked up when we worked at the Examiner before it was bought and closed. Ken was semi-retired and did PR on a freelance basis. I had written stuff for him when he had a job the needed more that one person. 

I gave him directions to the Charles James warehouse and we took off. When we got to the warehouse, the box was waiting for me. One of the employees helped put it in the car. We took off to our favorite Barbeque joint. I paid and we found a table. 

"You were lucky I was between jobs," said Ken. 

"You are always between jobs," I replied. 

He chided me for writing silly advice columns. I replied that it paid most of the bills. He reminded me that Carol helped with my expenses. I acknowledged the fact that living with her helped me. 

We finished lunch and he drove me home. I was surprised that Carol's car was in the driveway. We confirmed that he would be over in a few days for the panel. 

I moved the wine into the house, and I found Carol sitting in the living room waiting for me. 

"I didn't expect you until this evening, everything OK?" I asked. 

"Yea fine I talked to my son and told him to be on the look-out for the dead-beat," Carol replied. 

"Ken helped me get the wine for Saturday and we had lunch," I said. 

"I'd love a Martini if you're in the mood?" said Carol. 

I moved to the kitchen and pulled the gin and vermouth. In a pitcher with ice I poured two cups of Gin and a quarter cup of vermouth and stirred the contents and strained two drinks into two cocktail glasses I added an olive to one of the glasses and brought them out to the living room I handed the glass with the olive to Carol and I sat down next to her. 

"You really know how to make these," said Carol as she finished taking a sip. 

"It isn't a difficult drink to construct," I said. 

"Carol I know that you have something on your mind, is it something I did?" I asked again. 

"No, it is not you but my son. He appreciated that I came by to warn him about his dad. But then he launched into a tirade about my living situation, saying that you were just sponging off of me. He has an apartment over the garage that is empty and he wants me to move out there. It bothers me that he thinks that I am getting taken," she said. 

Carol finished her drink and held her glass indicating that she wanted another. I got up and brought the pitcher and poured another drink for her. 

"Do you think that I am taking advantage of you? That is important," I asked. 

"No, I do get aggravated because you don't have a car and are using ride services or sponging off your friends. But the money you get from writing takes care of the bills and sees us through my droughts. I shouldn't say this because it might seem like I am trying to change you but you could pick up a few more freelance writing assignments. It might make you feel better about yourself," Carol said. 

The knife went in and was turned several times. She was right, while I didn't hate myself; I was too comfortable being Dear Debra and Steve the wine guy. I have not actively sought freelance assignments but I have done some in the last few months. 

"It is your decision if you want to move out and live over your son's garage," I said. 

"That is not going to happen. My work and clients are here and I am not going to commute fifty miles every time I need to show a house," said Carol. 

"I told him that our arrangement is mutually beneficial. He came along when I was very young but I am not ready to become grandma," said Carol. 

"I will pump up Linked-in and see if I can catch some freelance gigs. Besides the few months I was in this place by myself was weird. Strange living arrangement or not I enjoy living together," I said. 

"Build me another drink you fool," said Carol. 

"What do you want for Dinner?" I said as I got up to fix another pitcher of martinis. 

"Whiskey with a side of gin," Carol responded. 

I brought the fresh martinis out and poured another round for both of us. 

After four rounds martinis Carol and I were not feeling any pain and her encounter with her son was just a memory. 

Carol rose off the couch and staggered to the Kitchen and I heard her open the liquor cabinet. She walked back in the living room with two glasses of a brown liquid. 

I think coffee might be more appropriate," I said as I took a sip of the whiskey. 

"You can turn down twenty four year old single malt scotch if you want," said Carol. 

Even in my foggy state I could taste the different levels of flavor. I would imagine that the scotch was finished in used sherry barrels. I also got some hints of new wood. 

"Don't study it just drink it," said Carol. 

"Mike Brewer whiskey advisor," I said. 

"What is that?" asked Carol. 

"That is my new column," I said. 

"Tell me about it when I am sober," said Carol. 

Carol finished her drink and got up and staggered back to the bedrooms. I heard her in the common bathroom; and I assumed that she was going to sleep in our room. I went to the kitchen and fixed a sandwich. I took it to the office and checked my email before I slept off the afternoon libations. 

I opened my account on the business social network and updated my page. I put a listing for a whiskey advice column. I put "Sample will be posted later. " 

I went to my room and saw the lump on the bed. I used the bathroom, dropped my clothes in the laundry basket. Threw my shirt on and as quietly as I could I slipped into the bed next to her. 

Two or three hours later I felt this weight on me. "Wake up Mike," said Carol. 

I noticed that she was naked, and my cock was standing at attention. "I can feel that you are interested. Do you want to fuck an old lady?" 

"No but I want to fuck you," I said. 

I maneuvered her on to her back and slid on top. My cock found her pussy and I kissed my lover. I began to move my cock in and out of her pussy. Carol opened her mouth. 

"Relax, don't say anything, enjoy the feeling," I commanded and covered her mouth with mine. Carol began to throw contractions at my cock. I kissed her with even more force. I lifted off of Carol and arched my back and felt my cock release. 

Carol moved me on to my back. "I was about to say how good it felt," said Carol. 

"It was good for me also, ma'am," I said. 

"You hungry? Because I am," said Carol. 

"I will only feed you if you remain naked, because I love leering at you. Just to prove that your son is right," I said. 

Carol got out of bed and found a bathrobe and walked out the room. I assumed that my joke had fallen flat. I rolled over and looked across the room. In the dark there was a vast emptiness. Carol came back in and stood by my bedside table. She reached for the lamp dimmer and brought the sidelight to full brightness. I was about to protest but she was nude and her pussy was about a foot from my head. She was giving off wonderful female odors and her vulva was pink and full. 

"I took care of that little problem and we can get back to work," she said as she invaded my side of the bed. 

Her hand reached down and found my still erect member with a residue of love juices, both hers and mine, She pulled the covers off and saw that my cock was ready for her to go down. She deferred and climbed on top and directed my tool into her pussy. 

"Shut up silly let me have some fun," said Carol. 

From that point forward she was in control. I lay back and let her ride my cock. She brought my hands up to her breasts. "Pinch them, give me pain," Carol said. 

Like most men of my age I have been preoccupied with woman's breasts since puberty; any chance I get, I love to play with hers. She thinks that I am still an adolescent. But she has a well-developed set of tits. She continued to ride my cock and broke down my defenses and I shot several loads in her pussy. 

"Your no fun you go off to soon," said Carol. 

She hopped off my cock and lay beside me. She turned my face toward hers and she covered my mouth with hers. "You need to quit drinking, if you want to keep up with my desires," said Carol when she broke the kiss. 

"You should talk, darling," I responded. 

"Don't talk about my personal failings, when I have your cock in my hand," said Carol. 

I kissed her and we both fell back asleep. The next time I was a wake pain was radiating from my flanks after Carol assaulted me. "If I have to do it again I am invading your ass. Get up," Carol commanded. 

I looked at her and saw that she was fully dressed. She had a pair of tight dark camel slacks that terminated with a pair of black thigh high boots. Above the pants were a light yellow oxford shirt and an earth red jacket. 

"Are you going riding?" I asked. 

"Don't be funny, I am showing a country property and I need to look the part. I left a list of things that need to be done if we are going to have the gang over tomorrow," she said and walked out of the room. 

"I like your outfit!" I yelled. 

I heard the kitchen door close and shortly after that her car started. I got out of bed and found my sweats and took my half hour walk. I was more than a little hung over from all the alcohol and little food, from last night. I hit the code on the back door and walked in the kitchen and found Carol's list. My phone vibrated and rang and I went to pick it up. 

"Good you did get up I was just checking," said Carol. 

The connection dropped and I put the phone down and walked back to the kitchen to study my to-do list. The list contained the standard clean up chores; vacuuming dusting, picking up the porch, I scribbled a few others to remind myself of things I needed for the tasting party. I found some bread and put a few slices in the toaster and when they popped spread some peanut butter on the toast. 

Food in hand I padded into the office to work on my next Dear Debra column. I wanted to see Tracy faint when I finished it several days before the dead line. 

I opened the file with the questions and looked them over again. I drafted some answers to the questions. 

Not in the mood 

You didn't say exactly how long you and Mr. S&M have been in a committed relationship; but if you are not into kinky sex especially in a public setting then you have every right not to participate. I would be very suspect if your boyfriend decides to attend without you. There needs to be some respect in your relationship. Have you seen other signs that your relationship is not going well? Have you noticed your boyfriend applying subtle or overt manipulation? It might be time to reevaluate the situation. You could consult friends that know both of you to see if they noticed any changes in your partner's behavior. 

Ring. 

You need to know your intended's feelings. Will she enjoy getting the question in a public situation; or does she shy away from public displays of affection? You can split the difference and see if you can wrangle an invitation from either her parents or yours to dinner and ask the question in that setting. Some women enjoy a well-planed proposal in a public setting; others would be very uncomfortable having the question asked in a large public area. What ever you do; do not put the ring in a food item or a drink, your intended could swallow the ring and set the relationship back several months. 

Push 

I think that you have answered your question. You need to gracefully end your living relationship with your roommate if He/She is difficult to live with. It seems that you are somewhat comfortable with your situation due to economics or location to your employment. Although you say you never see your roommate because of work; the fact that your apartment is a mess all the time is causing you stress. That will lead to resentment and other problems later on. Time for a clean break. 

Dating 

A consultation with a contemporary etiquette manual states that the person that makes the invitation pays. However many people forming a new relationship might agree to go "Dutch" or pay their own way. If you asked the person out and no other arrangements were discussed you should be prepared to pay the cost of the activity.. Please think carefully about the cost of what ever you and your friend will be doing. Costs include entrance tickets, refreshments or meals. If you are driving there might be parking costs. Make sure that you have more than enough money to cover all of these expenses. Nothing will leave a bad taste like not having enough money. It will label you as a person that can't plan. She/He may offer to pick up their costs when you are on the date, but don't expect that it will happen. 

I gave the answers the evil eye and logged on to the paper's CMS and uploaded the file; attention Tracy. 

I got up and busied myself with the items on the to-do list. After I finished the jobs that Carol left I started on mine. I built the table in the screen porch for the tasting. It was made up of four six-foot folding tables pushed together. I found the folding chairs and set them up. I covered the top of the table with plastic table covering, clipping it to the sides to keep if from blowing away in the breeze. I got the coolers out of the garage and brought them in to the area. 

After looking over the setup I walked back to the office and called Event-All a party rental firm that I used to rent glasses. I can get fifty wine glasses for sixty bucks and they come clean and leave soiled. I gave them my order and credit card and they promised delivery later in the afternoon. 

I heard my phone go off in the bedroom and I ran to get it. The display showed Tracy. 

"You must be board you beat deadline by several days," she said. 

"I wanted to freak you out by finishing early," I responded. 

"I will look them over and let you know if the column needs any revisions. See you tomorrow," the connection went dead. 

I put the phone down and suddenly I heard "Hail to the Chief" which indicated that Carol was calling. She got really mad when she found out that was her ring tone. I answered her call. 

"I wanted to tell you I am about fifteen minutes out. How are you coming with the To-Dos?" 

"They're done and the Patio is ready for tomorrow. Can you pick up three bags of ice?" 

After a few expletives she said that she would stop and get some ice. About a half an hour later I heard Carol pull in. I went out and pulled the ice out of her car and we walked into the porch and put them in the freezer that lived there. 

"Well I wrote an offer this afternoon so we will see if the owner bites," said Carol. 

She reached around my neck and gave me a kiss. "I'm a week ahead on Dear Debra so I guess it was a good day for both of us," I said. 

Carol walked around the living room and kitchen and gave it the evil eye. "Did I pass?" I asked. 

"You earned yourself a little tonight," said Carol. 

There was a knock on the door. I opened it and the delivery person from Event-All was standing with a dolly with several boxes of the wine glasses. He moved them into the porch, and I slipped a five-dollar tip to him. 

Carol was standing in the Living room looking as sexy as she did this morning. I embraced her and we kissed. My hand moved under her jacket and started to massage one of her breasts. Carol kissed me again. 

She disengaged and walked to the kitchen. I heard ice go into glasses and she walked out carrying two glasses and a bottle of scotch. She handed one glass to me and filled it. She pored a glass for her. I took a sip and began to investigate the flavor. 

"Its cheap whiskey Mike, don't analyze it." 

"Why drink it if you don't think about it," I responded. 

"To get drunk it just makes it more palatable," said Carol. 

I grabbed the glass and put it on the table. I stood between her and the drink. 

"What is going on Carol, I thought you had a good day?" 

I did have a good day until the end when the client tried to make a pass. I used my computer and my portable host spot to submit his bid; then he kissed me not a friendly peck on the cheek, but a full wet, and tongue in mouth kiss. How would Dear Debra advise me, because I want this sale?" 

Debra would advise you to have your business partner with you whenever you meet with this client. Act as if nothing happened get the deal closed quickly, and move on," I said. 




Dear Debra



"Your not as dumb as I though that column was. Now can I have my drink?" said Carol. 

I stepped aside and Carol picked up her glass. She took small sips and savored the flavor. We sat on the couch and didn't say anything for several minutes. 

"When do you want me to move out?" said Carol. 

"Where did that come from; you are talking crazy," I responded. 

"That just popped out. All I ever do is make fun of the column, but I guess the people who read it get something out of it," Carol said. 

I stood and pulled Carol to her feet and I directed her to the office. I woke my computer up and found the file of answers to the latest questions. 

"When I began to write the column I didn't know whether the paper wanted snarky answers or serious. I stuck to serious. Here are the seeds for next weeks column," I said. 

I let her read the answers. I knew that I was going to need to add several inches to all of the answers but it was a start. 

"This is what I do, yes I need to do other things but this is weekly and the wine column is monthly; it takes a lot of time to write this well. To answer your question I do not want you to move out, we have already established that it takes two incomes to pay the freight. Besides I think that we sort of love each other, " I said. 

Carol put the glass down; "I think that was the alcohol talking. This arrangement is advantageous to me as well as you. I thought that you were upset at my drinking." 

"Look I think that we both could do with a few days on the wagon, but I'm not upset with your drinking," I replied. 

"I'm going to make a sandwich do you want anything?" asked Carol as she walked out of the office. 

We both walked to the kitchen and Carol made two enormous subs and handed me one. We ate dinner and I went back to the office to work on the column some more. After an hour Carol came back and informed me that she had an open house from 10:00 to 3:00 tomorrow. I closed my computer and went to the living room to catch up on the sports news. Carol stayed to work on her paperwork. 

I decided to go to bed after the third repeat of the sports news. I hit the shower and the hot water felt great. I toweled off and found my PJs I was in bed and the lights were off. A little later I felt Carol join me in bed. 

We both drifted off to sleep. Neither one of us were interested in sex. 

My radio woke up and was playing NPR's Only a Game. I noticed that Carol was out of bed and I heard the shower in the other bathroom running. The water cut off and Carol walked in wrapped in a towel. 

"Don't get any ideas mister I have to look my best for the open house," she said as I ogled her. 

Just to torture me she dropped the towel, and walked out. I debated with myself whether to do my walk. I won and decided not to walk. I got out of bed and got dressed. I walked out with my laundry basket. 

Carol walked out after dressing; she was also carrying her laundry. 

"Leave it and I will take care of it," I said before she could say anything. 

"I knew there was a reason I hung around," Carol said. 

I walked over and embraced her and bent down and kissed her. 

"No hard feelings about last night?" said Carol. 

"That was nothing," I said. 

Carol picked up a box of brochures about the property that she was showing and walked to her car. She was backing out of the driveway and waving at me. I had the house to myself for the next several hours and besides laundry I needed to get the tasting organized. 

Before I started with chores my phone started to ring. I hit the answer button. 

"Mike, this is Brad, Carol's son." 

"What could I do for you, Brad." 

"I wanted to tell you that I am concerned with you and my mother living together, I think that you are living off of her," said Brad. 

"Brad I have heard this argument before. I remember the time you came to dinner down here accusing me of scamming your mother. She told you then and I am telling you now your mother can leave anytime she wants. I will grant you that her income helps me pay the mortgage but I can do it whether she is living here or not. I am wondering if you have had some setback and you need her income to tide you over. I am trying to figure out why this is coming up now," I said 

"This is coming from a guy who writes an advice column under a woman's name in a lousy weekly paper that people use to line bird cages," he said. 

"What I am trying to figure out is how a jerk like you came from a woman as nice as your mother, I guess those genes came from your dead beat dad. Look I do not have access to your mother's bank account, I am not scamming your mother, she stays here because she want's to," I said. 

The line went dead and I put the phone down. I thought two could play that game. I picked up the phone to call a colleague at the Advocate. Before I dialed I decided not investigate Brad. It might not go over well with Carol. 

I spent the morning wrapping the bottles with aluminum foil to cover the label. I taped post-it notes with numbers on the bottles. Now I didn't know which wine was which. The bottles went into coolers with a few re-freezable ice packs in each; to bring the temp down. I found my spit buckets and place one at place on the table. I rearranged the folding chairs around the table and placed a set of glasses at each place. 

My washer buzzed indicating that it was finished and I transferred the load into the drier. I moved to the office I put Brad's name in a search engine and waited for the results. I found an obscure legal filing naming him in a lawsuit. I delved a little deeper and found out that Brad's business partner was suing him. I copied the PDF's into a folder that needed a password to open. I did not need prying eyes. 

The dryer's buzzer went off and I gathered the clothes and went to the bedroom and separated my clothes from Carol's. I put hers on her bed and I hung up mine. I looked at the clock and saw that I had four hours before the tasting. I stretched out and was soon napping. 

Someone or something started poking me and I gradually came around. I looked up and saw Carol standing over me. 

"You do realize that you have a bunch of people coming over tonight?" said Carol. 

"Of course I do," I responded. 

"You have a funny way of preparing," said Carol. 

"Everything is ready, all I need to do is give you a hand job to get you in the mood," I said. 

"In your dreams." 

"Actually it was my dream, Carol." 

"You have a one track mind, my friend," said Carol. 

I started to get out of my PJ's exposing my slowly engorging cock. Carol reached down and grabbed it. 

"How is the little fella?" she asked. 

"He's fine and would like a turn at you, darling," I replied. 

"Looks like I'm the one giving the hand job," she said as she walked out of the room. 

I finished getting dressed and walked into the living room. Carol planted a large wet kiss on me. 

"If I am not too wasted I will give the little one some attention after our guests leave." 

I stood and made a plate of crackers and neutral cheese and brought it back to the living room. 

"I got an annoying phone call from your son, Carol." 

"Was he on the same rampage about you sponging off of me?" 

"He also has a one track mind," I replied. 

"He told me that he and his partner had a falling out and it is turning ugly. I said that I did not want any part of that," said Carol. 

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that I had two hours before any of our guests arrived. An idea popped into my head and I had never done anything like I was contemplating. I stood Carol up and unbuttoned her slacks and allowed them to fall to her ankles. Her underwear followed her slacks. She sat down not knowing what I was doing. I opened her legs and my tongue found her pussy. I breathed in the odor her sex and my tongue continued to probe the inner-reaches of her cunt. 

I felt her hands move to my head as she directed where I was going. Carol's legs imprisoned my head, and held me. She gave me directions on where to put my tongue. Carol jumped twice when I hit a sensitive spot. She went stiff and then relaxed. I moved to her mouth and kissed her. 

"How long have you been planning that maneuver?" asked Carol? 

"Sorry, Darling something overwhelmed my judgment and I just did it," I replied. 

"Well do it again sometime," she said. 

I helped her dress and we both kissed. I looked at the clock and saw that I could expect the early birds to arrive soon. I asked my panel to eat some kind of meal but to keep the spice down. I did not want the flavors of spicy food to affect their ability to taste. 

Two members of the panel were a lesbian couple that I met when I was at my other newspaper. They ran a two person design/advertising firm. They both had excellent palates. The third member of the panel was my friend Ken. Carol made the fourth member and Steve Tasker a friend from college was the fifth member with my current editor Tracy me making the sixth. I was the seventh member. 

My doorbell rang and Carol went to the front door. She invited the two women in and Carol air kissed them. Five minutes later Ken walked in, and a few minutes later Steve Tasker walked in followed by Tracy. 

Everyone gathered around the table; Ken managed to sit himself between Kathy and Sara the lesbian couple. Everyone else found seats around the table. Steve started to pay attention to Tracy. I brought the first bottle to the table and pulled the cork. I moved around pouring about one Oz. in each glass. Everyone had participated in the panels before and knew the scoring system; I had provided pads and pens for folks to write the score and make notes. Kathy asked for a refill and I passed the bottle around and some folks took more. There were some noises of slurping and spitting. When everyone seemed finished I opened the second bottle pulled the cork and poured another round. There was a lot of wine talk. The evening went easily and we finished in about two hours. I put everyone's notes in a folder so I could refer to them when I wrote the column. 

Most of our guests left, but my two lesbian friends cornered Carol and seemed to be trying to extract some dirt about me from her. I was busy doing some clean up; just as I was going to rescue her Sara and Kathy walked over and kissed me and departed. That left the house empty except for Carol and me. 

"Are you too drunk to give an old lady a good fucking, sir?" asked Carol. 

I pointed Carol toward the bedroom and we moved in that direction. I left her and went around the house shutting lights off and making sure that doors were locked. I came back and found Carol undressing. I stopped her saying that I wanted to have the pleasure of unwrapping the gift. I opened her slacks and let them drop to the floor. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. I next went to work on her bra and it soon fell away. Carol was a beautiful woman her breasts were well rounded and capped of by dark rosebuds. She sat on the edge of the bed and I pulled her shoes off and released her legs from the pants. 

She lay back and I kissed her letting my hand slip under her panties. I thrust my finger in her pussy and was giving her a hand job. I felt her vulva become full. My lips moved from hers to one of her breasts and my tongue worked her over. She lifted her legs in an attempt to free her from her panties. 

I stood and pulled off my clothes showing that my cock was ready for action. I got between her legs and moved her panties out of the way and placed my tongue on her cunt. After a while I decided that the panties needed to be gone. With one motion I had her panties off and flying through the air. 

"Let me at the little fellow," said Carol. 

I moved my cock toward Carol's mouth and allowed her to take me with her tongue. I placed my mouth on her pussy and invaded her cunt with my tongue. After a few minutes I decided that I was ready shoot. I pulled out and moved to put my cock in her pussy. I came down and out mouths met. 

"Gee I was just getting started and you took my toy away," said Carol. 

"I didn't think you wanted a deluge of cum in your mouth," I replied. 

I started to fuck with long strokes of my cock in her pussy. 

"You're the only partner I've had that caters to me," said Carol. 

I continued to make love to Carol ramming my cock in and out of her pussy. Our mouths met and our tongues worked each other over. I felt an eruption building and I strained and shot my load. I did not feel if Carol climaxed so I kept moving my cock in and out. I felt Carol's pussy become wet and I kept up my rhythm. We kissed and I eventually fell out of her pussy. 

Carol rolled over and shut the bedside light off. She turned over and kissed me.



Dear Denise



Dear Denise,

I wanted to write this to you to tell you something I have told you dozens of times before and yet still feel the need to tell you again and again. You know I find you an attractive and sexy woman and I enjoy looking at you naked, in real life or when I can't do that, in pictures. Of course one of the things I enjoy most, outside of having sex with you is watching you as you touch yourself.

Of course I am speaking about the video I have of you masturbating... that word sounds so clinical for what I see you doing in the video. The gentle way you prepare yourself, the way you reach down and touch your most sensitive parts has to be described in a better way than just masturbating. Touching yourself, pleasing yourself, perhaps loving yourself, I don't know, it's just that when I watch it I can't help but do the same to myself.

I've watched it so many times I have it memorized, how when the video first starts, you lean back, open your legs and pause a moment, a moment I always find myself gazing at your pussy, the lips, still tightly closed but with the promise of opening as you get more and more excited. Then you reach down, touch three fingers to your lips and move them back and forth, gently opening the lips, letting your fingers slip between and touch your clit.

At this point I can't see your clit, but I know you're touching it and as it swells in excitement I'll get a peek as your fingers move. Once you've worked your fingers between your lips I see you slowly begin the circular motion that will moment by moment bring you closer and close to ecstasy. After your fingers begin to move a bit and I've seen the lips of your pussy moving in unison, opening a bit, I glance upward.

I see your breasts, flattened some because you are on your back, but your nipples are firm as they move a bit, following the gently motion of your breasts. While I watch I will normally reach up and begin to touch my own nipples, toying with them, feeling the sensation run down to my cock. Your head looks forward and I see your face for a moment, relaxed, but not yet showing the ecstasy you will soon be feeling.

When your head drops back to the pillow I can no longer see your face, this is the only disappointment in the video, not begin able to see your expression as you bring yourself closer and closer to coming. Not able to watch your face, I look down between your legs again as your fingers continue their circular motion.

I notice your pussy lips have opened a bit more and I can see the first hint of your clit from between your fingers. Your hips begin to move, lifting slightly off the bed for the first time, seemingly as if you are pushing yourself to me, against me as you wish for my cock to go deeper inside you. My mind wanders, wondering what you are thinking, wondering if you are thinking of my cock entering you.

Usually when you first begin raising your hips I begin stroking my cock, slowly at first, trying to match your rhythm, lifting my hips as you lift yours, hoping to hold out long enough so we can come together. Sometimes I can, other times I can't, especially as you move your hips faster and faster and then I hear it, your first moan. It is soft, just barely audible, but hearing that, I know you are enjoying it, the sensations are beginning to take you, the feeling is carrying you closer and closer to that divine moment when you come.

It his hard for me now as I try to distract myself, try to hold off coming until you are further along. As I said, sometimes I can, other times I can't. I breathe deeply, noticing how your breath had quickened, how your breasts now move up and down as you breathe and your fingers, how quickly they circle your clit. You moan again, louder this time, and I know you are close, if I haven't come yet, I can quicken my stroke, feeling the sensation in my cock, wondering how the beautiful sensations feel for you.

You moan again and yes you lift your hips, I can see it now, you are coming, it's in the way you move, the way you sound, the way you look and I release, coming all over myself in spurt after spurt. You slip your fingers from your pussy, from your clit, wipe them quickly off on your legs and then close your legs enjoying the ecstatic sensation running through your body. My cock throbs in my hand, the last droplets of cum dripping from its head as I catch my breath wishing I were with you.

I turn off the video and reach for the phone. I just have to call you and tell you how wonderful you just made me feel and to say that I love you.

With all my love,

Michael



Dear Diary #01



Dear Diary.

Wednesday.

Today was an ordinary day I suppose. I went to work (a little late since I am the boss). Now you need to understand that I am 46, and curvy with graying waist length hair that I wear in a single braid down my back. I prefer to wear short sleeve blouses that only hint of the 36D breasts underneath.

During the workday my husband and I often do not even see each other. But if I have to go into his office I am often clasped into a very inappropriate embrace with a firm fondle of those breast. Sometimes he even snakes his hands under my blouse to touch those breasts of down my pants to slide a finger into my hot pussy. When he does I am instantly tingling and wet.

And so today went. I returned home from work only briefly as I wanted to attend a presentation that evening. But all evening all I could think of what his fingers in my pussy. The presentation was interesting, but my thoughts went back to his fingers during the short ride home.

He was sleeping by the time that I arrived home so I striped and slid into bed next to him. Even asleep he snuggled up to me with a hand holding a breast. I often think that he could be endlessly entertained with a box of breasts or nipples. I have large "pepperoni" nipples. Large, and often hard, like pencil erasers.

Thursday,

Work again. The day felt long and there was very little interaction with my husband at work today. When I got home from work we had supper and then an early bedtime. We are like two bunnies, always looking for a time to have sex. I stripped and got into bed. I usually get in and roll on my side to present my naked ass to his gaze. And it worked. Soon enough we were no longer talking, but I felt his hand on my ass and reaching over me to grasp a breast and tweak a nipple.

Soon enough his hand slid between my ass cheeks to stroke my pussy from behind. I was wet! So wet and so fast. Funny, I never got this wet with my first husband...

Soon he rolled me onto my back and mounted me. His hard dick pushing itself inside me to pound me hard, over and over.....ooooh. We are both wiped from the work day so we finished and were quickly asleep. Curled together with his hand on my breast.

Saturday,

No work today, and I had most of the day to myself as my husband went to the office in the morning and when he came home he was working on his homework. Of course my pussy was missing him and when he returned home I was wet for him.

Now it did not help the situation that I had spent part of the day reading stories on Literotica.com. I can't remember the specific story...but I tend to go to either the first time or anal categories. I am not sure why since it has been 20 years since my fist time and I am usually hesitant with anal sex. It is a once in a while event for me, but I love to read about other engaging in it. It just seems to dangerous and hot!

So there I am all hot and bothered. So when he finished writing his paper it was time for me to swap places with him at the computer to submit his homework. He is studying for a Doctorate in Business Administration in and on-line setting. So once I submitted the paper, what did I do...I went to Literotica.com and did some more readying. And by 11pm when I though my eyes would fall out of my head I was do hot and wet and all I could think about was his big hot dick in my ass..I went to bed.

Now I made sure to complete my nighttime routine in the bathroom and when I went into bed I left my jeans and panties in the was. So from his vantage point on the bed he could see that my bottom was naked. I did not face him and actually had to bed over to pick up my cell phone off the floor, so now he could get a good view of my steaming pussy.

I took off my blouse and bra and got into bed naked. I took up my position on my side facing away from him and he immediately snuggles up to my back, spooning. I love the feel of his soft hand brush across my naked bottom. It made me sot languid and warm. 

He put his arms around me so he could fondle my breasts and teak my nipples. He likes how large my nipples are and how hard they get. But my pussy was o hot and I needed him there. He must have heard my thoughts because soon enough I could feel his hand sliding between my butt cheeks and into my pussy. I like him reading into me from behind because then I can feel his hand on my ass while his fingers are in me. 

This wend on for a time until he tried to push a finger in my ass...nope..and I rolled over onto my back.

He caressed me all over. My breasts, my belly, my inner thighs and finally came to rest on my pussy mound. And then I could feel him rubbing me, with the flat of his hand, like I would do to myself. It made me hotter and I let out a soft moan of delight.

He rubbed and rubbed and started sliding his fingers along my slit, and I got wetter and wetter. In and out his fingers went. Wetter and wetter I got. My moaning got louder (thank god my very hot 17 year old step son had not gotten home, but that is another story), louder than I have been in some time.

His hand was still stroking and rubbing my mound and reaching into my ass. In and out...

I had to have him, I could not wait so I pushed him off onto his back and mounted him. Deep into my pussy I pushed him and this time he moaned. He could reach to caress my ass and my back and my breasts, his hands were everywhere!

I needed him in my ass!! I got off and lubed his tool, but in my position I could not pop the head in.

So I got off and took the doggy style position with him kneeling behind me. I know he likes this because he likes to see my ass as he is pounding me, and I like to be pounded!

He move to stick his dick in my wet pussy, but I moaned "not there", and he knew what I wanted. SO he added some lube to him and to me and pushed his dick into me. In and out over and over he pounded...a half hour later we were still at it until he finally shot his wad and filled me. I thought that we were all set for the night, but while he was till in my ass he started grinding into me again and quickly shot his second load of the night.

It was nearly 1am when we finally separated and flopped flat on the bed. I could not rest longs since this always makes me need to take a shit. So I went into the bathroom to attend to that and clean myself up. When I came back my husband did the same and almost as soon as he came back to bed my stepson came him.

We just snuggled under the covers and did not make a sound so he would think we were asleep.

I could end it here, but my ass was burning and my pussy was wet, not having gotten any real attention, tired as I was I slept, that is until about 4am when I felt a hand in my pussy and lips on my nipples. I was instantly awake and enjoyed and early morning fuck.

Quickies are good in the early morning and we went back to sleep.

And really it would have been enough but we woke again at 6 or 7amd for another round. Him on top, me on top, doggies style...no ass fucking this time. My poor bottom hole was too raw. 

Next time I will have to tell you about my step son. 



Dear Diary



The phone call came at 18.00 hours "Are you ready slut!" "I think so" I replied. Don't think! You are or your not Master shouted down the phone. "I'm ready then Master" I answered quietly feeling very nervous. "When you get in the car you keep your eyes lowered and your head turned away and have you your list of orders I mailed you" Then Master hung up.

The orders had arrived the day before by e-mail no panties under your skirt, no bra either but wear your nipple clamps I bought you, black stockings and suspenders and the blouse to be opened to the waist as soon as your in the car.

As I got ready I remembered our first meeting just for coffee and verification of who he was and so we were on first name terms before tonight My first real meeting as Master's slut. I hope I don't let myself nor Master down.

The car arrives I step in to it "hello slut" I turn to answer and slap! On my leg don't look at me you worthless piece of shit, Sorry Sir is all I wimpered as we drove off.

After an hour Master stopped the car kneel on the seat and show me your arse slut, as I turned over he slapped the cheek and congratulated me on marking easily, then he hit me again and again till my cheeks were red. I then felt something hard on the crack of my arse it was being trailed over the hole then all of a sudden it entered me and I felt it go deep up my arse and Master was making me wriggle with the pleasure of the feeling. Next I felt Master touching my clit and cunt with his fingers he then entered my cunt and fingered the burning wet hole awaiting his pleasure. Again I felt the hardness against my cunt lips thins time and yet again I was entered by an object I hadn't seen before but I knew id be safe in Masters hands. Turn round and sit down I was ordered as I did so I could feel the two objects inside me and as I sat down I instantly came.

Master then took the clamps off my nipples and the pain was amazing as the blood started flowing again, he then took each nipple in his mouth and suckled them back to life. I started moaning with pleasure Master was pleased "Get out the car" as I raised myself to get out he pulled the wooden ends of a skipping rope one out of my cunt and one out of my arse all the juices ran down my legs it felt so good.

Take everything off but your stockings and suspenders and stand with your hands on the boot of the car with your legs spread wide as you can. NOW. About five minutes passed and Master was behind me again. He blindfolded me, Is this a first for you, Yes sir I replied Good, Ill know by the end of tonight if your lying or not you know that don't you. Yes sir I whispered. Are you enjoying it so far Yes sir I am I answered.

I heard the cat before I felt it, cutting through the air then the 9 fingers of pain across the top of my back. I screamed with shock shut up slut with a gasp I apologised for the scream. Ten times I felt the cat that night across my back and thighs after the tenth Master walked away don't move he commanded the pleasure was so intense I wanted to cry with pleasure not pain.

Master was behind me again, he stood me upright I could feel his naked body behind mine, he began tracing the welts on my back you need cooling down he said, as he poured a bottle of cold water over my back. He turned me round and started licking my clit, which had responded and was rock hard. Damn you're to well behaved and I got slapped for being to good! I didn't want to misbehave I wanted to be good for Master. He dried me off, get dressed and get into the car.

Sitting in the car Master asked if I was alright with what we had been to me so far. Yes but I wasn't expecting the water you don't need pain to bring pleasure, no sir, iv'e found that out today.

Right lay the seat back and spread you legs wide for me slut, Master commanded. As I slid down the seat and raised my legs on to the dashboard, Masters fingers started playing with my inner thigh, he slowly so slowly he inserted on finger in to my red hot cunt lips. As I relaxed he inserted two then three fingers an involuntary moan escaped my lips. Oh sluts enjoying herself, good as Master pushed the whole of his hand inside me. 

I screamed and my eyes rolled at the shock and then the pleasure factor hit again, his whole hand was inside me. Look slut look what I've done, I looked down buried in my cunt was his hand, to the wrist he was fucking me slowly, and as I relaxed more he fucked harder. Sluts enjoying this to much and he pulled his fist out in one quick motion, and I flooded the car seat. Master told me to sort myself out as he started to drive off, we pulled into a pub for a drink, and I felt as though everyone knew what we had been doing as I was still throbbing and soaking wet.

While we were sitting Master asked if I had enjoyed my first session. Yes I did I replied good wait till the next session that was just an appetizer to the real fun I can have with you, we drove home quietly as he dropped me of he asked have you been with a woman before. No I said well that will change was the reply good night and he drove off.



Dear Diary



Hello once again my diary, I just got back from a really hot date and need to put in all the details while they are still fresh in my mind. 

I have been waiting for Walter to ask me out forever and a day and he finally did last week. We were suppose to go dancing so I wore my shortest skirt, just enough showing to be decent. Black thigh high stockings. And a pair of the tightest cut g-strings I have. I was going to make Walter's night. Walter picked me up in his car and we made it to a restaurant. After dinner, Walter said he needed to stop at his apartment before we hit the club. Mmmmmmm. I sat down on the couch, the wetness already soaking my panties. Walter came in to the living room and sat down next to me. 

"Why don't we skip dancing baby!" I said moving my hands over his tight jeans, slipping my fingers over his zipper, feeling his already hardening cock waiting to be released. I slowly unzipped his pants and he unbuttoned them and slid them off, leaving just his red satin boxers confining his cock. He slid them off as well and his 8-inch cock stood at attention for my eyes. I had heard Walter was hung but mmmmmm...I moved a fingernail over his balls, teasing, tracing circles around them and moved my hand up his hard shaft and then back down again. 

He moaned softly as I kept moving up and down his shaft with my hand then, I slide off the couch and knelt between his legs and as my hands continued to massage his shaft and balls, my tongue swirled at the tip of his penis, then running my tongue down the shaft of his cock down to his balls, then sucking at them, pulling them into my mouth, my eyes closed, I moved up the shaft once more and brought my lips over the head, I felt Walter's hand move into my hair, pushing me down even further onto his penis. I love sucking cock, the throbbing, mmmmm. My pussy was soaking wet as I sucked his penis softly at first then began increasing my pressure. 

"I'm going to cum!" I heard Walter moan as he thrust his cock in rhythm with my lips movement then I felt the first explosion of cum shoot into my mouth, and then another. I swallowed it all down, my pussy on fire. I licked his cock dry and then he stood and lifted me up. He told me to sit on the couch, legs spread. I did as I was told and then he moved in between my legs, knelt between them and ran his hands up my legs towards my already soaking wet panties. He slowly pushed the material aside, finding my lips ready for whatever he wished to do. He slowly moved a finger over them, teasingly, I moaned softly, which pushed him to move his finger into me and then back out, my body felt on fire and then I felt his tongue move along my slit, I laid my head back, my eyes closed for a second time, my hands moving in his hair, wanting him to fuck me with his tongue. My hips moved up, to meet his tongue and fingers. He sucked at my clit, driving me into a frenzy. 

"I want to feel your cock inside me!" I yelled out. He stood up and told me to bend over the couch. I move to the back of the couch, and leaned over, my pussy exposed to his gaze and his cock. He moved in behind me, his cock teasing my aching pussy and then pushed deep inside me, filling me up. He began slowly, moving in and out, I moaned loudly, crying out to him to fuck me. He began moving harder and harder, pushing deeper into my cunt, I felt the passion starting in my pussy and moving up as he continued to fuck me harder. I felt a rush of orgasm rake my body for the third time in the evening and screamed out, "Cum inside me baby!" He groaned loudly as I felt his cock fill up my pussy with his cum, I felt it run down my thigh as he pulled out and told me to turn around and kneel. I did so, he positioned his cock in front of me and I hungrily devoured it, sucking at it, tasting his cum and my juices intermingled. 

Mmmm, even describing my date tonight has made me wet and I'm sitting here, fingering myself, my pussy is so wet, mmmmmmm. I just needed to share my date with you all. I hope you enjoyed it. Mmmmm, I sure did.



Dear Diary



Hi Diary! This was an incredible Monday!
The man, Chris, whom I met last night at the bar, called earlier this afternoon to set up a date this Friday.  I mean, he’s what you would call tall-dark-and-handsome, my dream guy.  I can’t believe he had already called me.  I wasn’t even anticipating his call, although we had clicked immediately… we chatted a bit until my friend dragged me out to drive her over to her place so she can go to sleep.  I was so upset with her but its okay now since I have a date!

Hey Diary!  It is Sunday… skipped a few entries, but WOW, do I have a steamy entry today!
Chris was right on time on Friday – picked me up, looking awesome, at seven pm.  I was wearing my skimpy black dress, ready to win this man’s heart, or little something.  We ate at an Italian restaurant and had amazing conversation.  He was a successful business man, 30, and married…married!  I didn’t know what to say, except, what?  I wasn’t going to win him over, I guessed, and I lost interest.  Not only was he married, but I was only 21.  I think 9 years is a bit much at this point, plus, he’s married…  Anyway, he told me that his wife is a control freak and she was finally out of town on business trip for a week – that was why he’d called so soon to hook up with me.  I let him know I wasn’t interested in a married man, but he swore his only intentions were to have a good time out of the house for a change.  I should have told him to take me home, but he really wanted to go to a club.  I guess I felt bad, since he told me how he felt such a strong connection with me, and just wanted to have a night out on a town.

So we went to a buzzing club, and yeah, he’s a great dancer.  As we hit the floor, after few drinks, I had this strong sexual urges, and I couldn’t stop anything that had happened.  We made our way to the corner and made out hard.  He was an amazing kisser!  It was hard to pull away, but I had to.  He was married, I kept telling myself.  We got out of there, and made it safely back to my door.  I swear I tried to make him leave.

He went to hug me goodbye, and then led to a kiss.  It was so passionate, and he confessed that he’s wanted to fuck me since the moment he saw me, and how horny he was.  He caressed my ass and grabbed me tight, only response I could give was my moan of pleasure.  I opened the door and we went in, him tearing my dress off of my body.  He stopped to drink me in, grinning as he unzipped his pants and stripped off his shirt.  Oh, he has an amazing body, by the way.

I led him to the bedroom and he tossed me onto my bed.  I was facing up and watched him as he unveiled his long thick cock out of his boxer briefs.  We grinned at each other as he jumped at me, licking my neck down to my nipples, his fingers gliding down my sides and between my legs.  I was only wearing a thong, so he tore that thing apart and began massaging my pussy, fingers finding my clit.  He moved down south, licking all the way until he was sucking me.  He spread my legs apart and I was hardly on the bed.  I felt like I was floating in pleasure – he was so good!  As I almost climaxed, he grabbed my ankles and dragged me half off the bed, and bending me over, he spanked me!  In shock, I cried out, but he made up for that by kneading and licking me senseless. My c-cup breasts were flattened against my bed and he took his raging dick against my slit, moving it up and down.  I pled for him to fuck me, and finally, he eased in, slowly.  His balls slammed up against my ass, and he pulled all the way out, only leaving the tip, and slammed in.  Repeating that a few time, making me cry out in pleasure, he got into a fast rhythm, pumping at me.  I was clinging to the covers as the pleasure increased, his thumb playing with my clit as he doggie-fucked me to oblivion.  I cried out, shaking and twisting in pleasure.  He came full on, his cum filling my tight pussy and we lay there, holding each other, and drifted to sleep.

The next morning was even better!  I woke up to a nice breakfast, and he served me in bed, naked.  He was gorgeous, making me forget that he was committing adultery with me.  We fed each other, enjoying the moment.  I went to put stuff away afterwards, but as I was walking, he grabbed me, and put me onto his lap as he sat on the couch.  He told me that I was in control this time.  I smiled, and told him this was our last time having sex, and he just grabbed his cock and put it near my entrance.  

I lifted myself up, and as he guided his cock into me, I lowered myself, sinking down into his shaft.  I groaned in the feeling of him, and rocked myself against him.  He grabbed my ass, and gently fingering my asshole, he sucked and teased my sensitive nipples.  Using his strong shoulders, I used that to anchor myself, raising and lowering myself on his hard cock.  I leaned back, still pumping and fucking on him.  I was getting so close and I increased my speed and rhythm, circling and wriggling my hips to stimulate us.  He lifted up off the couch, slamming me down, he was on top of me, slamming hard again and again, his arms by my head, kissing me.  He was grunting as he came, making me orgasm as he filled me again.  After that, he told me how much he enjoyed seeing me fuck – how his large cock went in and out of my tiny body.  He went down on me again, licking me clean, making me cum twice.  

He told me his wife would soon be back, so we took a bath together, and as a farewell, I gave him a blowjob, sucking him clean for making me cum all those times.   As he left, he held me tight, confessed how much he needed this, how much he enjoyed fucking such a beautiful young women.  He said he could cum again, just by imagining what more we could do.  That got me thinking… what more can he do?  



Dear Diary



Dear Diary,

When I awakened this morning I found my satin sheets clinging to my sultry, moist body. I was confused on how this came to be. As I laid back down to unwind my legs from around the sheet, I began to remember the events from last night.

My first memory was of me in a room. I don’t know where I was but it was not familiar. There was a nightstand, a bottle of Champaign and a beautiful golden wood poster bed in the center. The room was very warm, kind of how I imagine it is like in Mississippi during the late spring. I was dressed in a very petite pair of blue cutoff jean shorts. They were so short in fact that if I were to even hint about bending over my ass checks would peak out as if they were saying “hey”. I was also wearing my favorite white lace midriff shirt. I say it was my favorite diary, because my tits flow over the top to form the most perfect cleavage any man has ever seen. 

I began to walk around this strange room running my fingers along the bed, thinking of all the lovely ways I would want be tied and straddled along the wooden posts. I was waiting for something, anything to happen. Then it did. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he stood. This man, this man I have never seen before that very moment. He looked so handsome in a pair of tight blue jeans that pressed up against his already hard cock making it very apparent to me how lucky I was. He was also wearing a button up white shirt with the first few buttons undone; his chest was just bulging beneath the cotton covering.

I didn’t seem surprised to see him at all, I must have known I would be meeting him in this strange room and allowed it to escape my memory. He walked right over to me and we embraced each other by wrapping our arms around one another’s neck and began to look deeply into each other’s eyes. Diary, that very next second we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues were mingling in and out of each other’s hot mouths as his hand slid throughout my hair. Every second he touched and caressed my body and mouth he was making the wetness in my pussy grow more and more. I knew I only had moments left before I would lose all control.

We began to tear at each other’s clothes. Quicker than a bolt of lightning, we stood there with our naked flesh pressed to one another. We were breathing as if we just running for our very lives but then, again, we found each other’s eyes. In that very moment we knew we had to have each other right away. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. As I was lying down, he gently brought my arms up above my head. He spread my arms out to either post on the bed and secured them to the wooden post with the rope on the nearby nightstand. With the anticipation of what was to come my pussy burst again with moisture.

He began to kiss down my face to my neck to my awaiting chest. My breasts were heaving with every breath I took. He circled my nipples with his tongue while running his hands up and down my body. This man, this man I still didn’t know began to bite and suck on my tits. He would nibble all along my breasts and then began to suck on my nipples. Back and forth and back again he would go. The pleasure I was receiving sent chills thru my suspended fingertips. My nipples were so hard and I was so wet, I begged him to just fuck me. He didn’t. Instead, he pressed his extraordinarily stiff cock up against my inner thigh. It was as if it were there to lap up the juice’s that were flowing from my burning pussy.

Diary, I thought I was going to be relived at this point. He straddled me and slid his cock thru the lips of my drenched pussy several times. It was just a tease though. He began to move further down the bed. As I wrenched back and forth trying desperately to free my limbs from the ropes so that I could at least touch my cunt myself, I saw him, his tongue began to stroke my pussy lips. He didn’t waste any time. He dived in and began to lick and suck on my lips. He then sucked feverishly on my clit bringing my body just to the point of orgasm and then he stopped. He pushed his tongue far in my cunt, twisting and turning it, while at the same time still massaging my tits. He brought me to the point of orgasm again, only this time he did not stop. He conquered me and laughed gently to himself as he lapped up all the juices my pussy let escape. I began to beg him to please let me go and to please fuck me now. He didn’t.

The stranger untied the ropes, as gently as he had tied them in the first place. He then laid down beside me and once again peered into my eyes. I knew at once, what I had to do. I began to kiss him gently down the chest, the stomach, the thighs and then tenderly all over his smooth stiff cock. Returning the favor, I licked his shaft from top to bottom, around and around. After making my way back to the top I slid his entire dick into my mouth and began to suck and lick all of it, at once. I knew by his moaning, that he approved. I continued sucking and licking up and down and in circles until he came. His salty juices were luscious in my mouth and my throat tingled as it they slid down. He became hard again instantly since this was not near enough to satisfy him fully. I asked once again if I could fuck him. This time he said yes.

I slid my soft supple body onto his. My pussy was so hot and wet that he just slid his cock right into me. His dick was so tight inside me; it filled up every inch of my cunt. I began to rock back and forth on his cock, while he was pushing up being sure that all of him was far inside me. Quickly, he rolled me onto stomach and thrusted my legs up to a kneeling position. He began to pump his cock into my pussy but now from behind. I was feeling the full force of him slamming up against me as his balls collided against my clit with every thrust. My pussy began to quiver and he felt my juices flowing down his dick, he then began to pump his orgasm into me. Spent, we both lied there, silent in each other’s arms.

That’s were it comes back to the beginning diary, waking up in my own bed, not in this strange room with a stranger. Maybe it was a dream? If it was, I wonder whom that is taking a shower in my bathroom? I’ll write again soon…

-P.M.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary,

I don't know what's happening to me. I used to be such a good girl, but now night after night I am being corrupted... perverted... and I love every second of it. At first I thought it was a dream, but now... 

It all began a few weeks ago. I had just gone to bed. It was a hot summer night and I was wearing nothing but my smallest silk nightgown. The sheets irritated me and I kicked them off. My nightgown rubbed against my body, over my breasts and my taut stomach. Mama gave this nightgown as a present for my eighteenth birthday and I love it, but then it annoyed me for some reason. I pulled off my nightgown and lay naked on my bed. 

My hands moved to my breasts, and I slowly stated caressing my large bosom. Then one of my hands slid down between my legs. I knew I was doing something wicked, but I couldn't stop myself. I had a strange need in me, something I'd never felt before. My hand started to explore my cunt. I was dripping wet, and hot... so hot... I began rubbing myself, dipping my fingers into my gapping pussy. I felt a wave of pleasure and I moaned. I felt guilty, but my pussy wouldn't let me rest... it was tingling with a desire – a desire my fingers couldn't fulfill.

Suddenly there was a tapping at my window. I got up and walked over, still naked, as if in a dream. Outside was a man; tall and dark, with powerful eyes. He smiled at me, knowingly. I opened the window, and heard myself say: "Please come in." He entered, smiling. I was standing in my room, naked, with a strange man yet for some reason I was not afraid. 

As if by instinct, I knew what he wanted of me. I sank to my knees and undid his trousers. His manhood sprang out, large and erect. Feeling terribly sinful but unable to stop myself, I took him in my mouth. As my soft, full lips encased his hot cock he gasped. I sucked his shaft, and ran my hands up and down his length, making him groan and cry out. I felt so evil, but my pussy was aflame with need.

He lifted me up and laid me on my bed. He stood above me holding his hard cock. "Do you want me to take you?" He asked. Without thinking words sprung from my mouth; "yes master, I do." I know it sounds wicked now, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than to have his rock hard cock sliding into my dripping cunt. Something animal like stirred within me; I needed this... I had to have him! 

"Yes master! Fuck me... fuck me hard... make me your whore!" I screamed. He smiled and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I waited in anticipation. With one swift thrust he rammed his entire manhood into me. I screamed in pain, and also pleasure. Again and again he thrust into me. Relentlessly pounding my cunt, making me scream and moan; "yes... yes... yes... harder... harder master... that feels so good... oh... oh... oh! YES! YES! Yes Master! Use me... make me you little slut... HARDER!" I didn't know why I was saying such things, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to be defiled by this man but I was powerless to resist. We rutted like animals, I moaned and cried out my need, while he kept thrusting tirelessly. 

Slowly his thrusting reached a crescendo, and I felt something building within me... something I'd never felt before. Suddenly it felt like electricity shot through my entire body, and I was flushed with the heat of a thousand suns. I cried out in ecstasy and fell exhausted to the bed. My mysterious visitor laughed, a cruel heartless laugh. "You're not satisfied are you? I know you're soul, you want more, don't you slut?" It was hardly a question - he was telling me, and, strangely, I agreed. I needed more! He rolled me over and soon I was on my hands and knees being fucked from behind by his gigantic member. "Oh yes! Fuck me master!" I cried, I wanted this. 

I soon became delirious and find it hard to remember what happened next. We fucked in countless positions, each one blurring into the next in an endless stream of pleasure. Then we reached a point where he pulled out of me. Despite all the fucking I still wanted more. "There is yet more do to you..." He said smiling. "What?" I asked, kneeling at his feet. 

"You want it, don't you? You know what it is..." He told me grinning. I paused. 

What more could there be? "FUCK MY ARSE!" I said. I don't know where the idea came from, but I knew it was right. "Fuck my arse master! Make me feel good. Use me as you dirty slut!" He laughed and turned me over. He rubbed his still amazingly hard cock against my cunt to get it slippery. Then he placed it against my tiny rosebud of an anus... and thrust. I screamed. The pain was incredible, but somehow the pleasure was even more intense. Waves of passion swept over me, I knew this was meant to be. "Yes! Fuck me master! Fuck my arse! Yes, yes, YES! FUUUUUCKKK MEEE!" I felt that ecstatic wave of pure bliss wash over me once again and collapsed onto the bed. He sat me up and placed his cock at my mouth. I opened and began to suck him.

"You have...oh... pleased... ah... me... and now... you willl...oh... be rewarded...yes." He gasped. Then pulling his cock from my mouth he squirted his essence all over my face. I wanted his seed, and tried to get as much into my mouth as possible but there was just too much. Globs landed on my breasts and flew into my hair. "Till next time." He said and leaned down and kissed my neck. I felt a sharp pain and knew no more.

I awoke that morning to find mama leaning over me. "Goodness child. You are so pale... and what are those marks on your neck." She asked, worriedly. Since then he has visited me every night. During the day I cannot eat, and can't stand to go out into the day. I merely sit and wait for the night, when he will come and use me. I have become his dirty little slut, and I love it.



Dear Diary



“It’s a journal,” said Joanne, “It’s for your own personal entries; to write in there what you eat, when you exercise and your thoughts.” Joanne is beautiful; she has blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips and an unbelievable body. She is the epitome of an Aerobic Instructor. She is also the Nutritionist at the Oasis Health Club, which I have just recently joined.

'Are these people for real?' I think to myself. The last time I wrote in a diary, I was 12 years old. I stand there looking from her to the “journal”; I don’t need to lose weight, perhaps exercise a bit more, but come on, a journal? The only reason I joined this club was because my girlfriend, Jennie, said that one of the male instructors was extremely good-looking and single, she did indicate that Joanne and the instructor might be an item, but she wasn’t quite sure. 

“Well,” I begin, trying my best to look and sound sincere; “I will do my best to make entries on a daily basis.” I think like, ‘Joanne can kiss my ass if she thinks I will do THIS on a daily basis!’ I smile at her and look around to see where that hunk would be. 

“Would you like to take a tour of our facilities?” Joanne asks. 

I nod my head and she takes me through the club, showing me the aerobic areas first. When we enter the circuit training area, I see him. Wow! Jennie was right. He is good-looking, tall, sandy-colored which he wears in a spiky fashion and his tanned, chiseled chest would make Arnold Schwarzenegger jealous. Joanne told me to wait a moment and she went over to him, giving me an opportunity to study the rest of his body. I couldn’t hear what she was saying to him, but as she talked she pointed at me, he looked at me smiled and then they both come over to where I was standing.

“Hi, I’m Guy, welcome to Oasis Health Club.” He said, shaking my hand and giving me a dazzling smile that showed perfect white teeth behind perfect full lips. 

“Hi! I’m Gina and thanks.” I reply, “I look forward to getting in shape here.” I could swear I started to blush and nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

Guy takes a step back, looks me up and down, shaking his head, smiling, “You don’t need much work at all, if any.” He laughs. “But it’s your money.” He winks and begins to show me around the weight area. 

“Guy, if you need me, let me know.” Joanne said, putting her hand on his shoulder letting it linger there for a moment. Guy looked at her hand, then gave her a tight smile.

“Sure, thanks Joanne.” He said turning his attention back to me and proceeded to explain how the gym was just refurbished and that the equipment is more up to date than any other gym in the area. I am half-listening to him, thinking about how handsome he is, taking peeks at his body and saying “Oh, really” and “Wow, that’s great”, just so he’d think I was paying attention. I was grateful he didn’t ask me any questions and by the end of the tour, I found out that Guy wasn’t just a pretty face, he was intelligent and funny. I could appreciate why there were mostly women in the circuit area and he acknowledged each one by name as he passed them during the tour. 

“So, what type of exercising do you do?” Guy inquired when we were sitting across from each other in his office.

“Mostly kickboxing at home. I have a friend who recently joined here and she suggested that I give it a try.” I told him.

“What’s her name, your friend?”

“Jennie. I think she comes in 3 times a week.”

“Jennie? Oh, yeah, Jennie. Tall, redhead.” Guy says. “Great body.” I could see from his eyes was visualizing Jennie in his mind.

He was right, Jennie is tall, she is at least 5'9'' with red hair, a pretty face and she does have a great body, she is also very outgoing. No matter where she goes, she is usually the center of attention.

“Yes. That’s Jennie.” I laugh, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think to myself, ‘Why am I here? Why did I have Jennie tell me to join here? There is no chance in hell that a man like Guy would ever go for me.’ I am not bad looking, of average height, brown hair, I am in good shape, but there were gorgeous women in this place!

We talk for a few more minutes then he gives me a work-out schedule which has me starting the next day, he laughs as my eyes widen at the amount of exercise I will be doing. 

“I promise to take it easy on you.” Guy laughs. 

I then say my good-byes to both Guy and Joanne and set off home. When I settle in, I sit on my couch, put on the television, and snack on some Lay’s potato chips and drink a glass of red wine. I turn and look at the journal I had placed on my coffee table. ‘Well,’ I think. ‘It beats talking to my plants.’ I pick it up and open to the first page and start to make an entry.

DAY ONE: DEAR Diary

“No,” I say out loud. “I can’t call it a diary.” I bite my fingernail. Hmm. Dear Bob? No. To whom it may concern? Too professional. What if I wrote it to Guy, after all he will never read it and it will be as if I am telling him my feelings, how I want to look, perhaps write a fantasy or two about him and me at the gym? I tap the pen onto the page, thinking. 

“Ah, what the hell!” I say out loud and begin to write again.

DEAR GUY:

I have just come back from the Oasis Health Club after having you give me the grand tour, you know, if I get YOU to work out with, I think I will do just fine. I can’t wait to see how your muscles bulge as you pick up the weights and hand them to me or to see your ass when you bend down. Will you have to touch any part of my body to give me an idea of what needs to be worked on? Hmm…interesting. I will write more tomorrow.

P.S. -- I am eating Lay’s Potato chips and drinking wine. My favorite diet. -- Joanne, kiss my ass!

I laugh and put down the journal. After an hour or so, I make my way to bed. Tomorrow is another day and another chance to see Guy.

DAY TWO:

Well, you gave me quite a workout and you said you would go easy on me, my muscles are killing me! I will try and remember your “no pain, no gain” motto. One good thing, you did have to touch my body, even though it was a small touch, it was nice, when you put your hand on my ass to show me the muscle I was working out, I got Goosebumps. I blamed the air conditioning when you questioned me about it! But it was you and your smile told me you knew I was lying. I am going to dream about you just touching me all over tonight. Ok, I am off to a hot bath, if I can make it there. OUCH!

P.S. -- No chips today. My arms hurt so much, I can’t open the bag, a glass of wine or two will hopefully, dull the pain




WEEK SIX:

These last few weeks have been incredible; my workouts are now later in the evenings, which is the best thing. Most of the time it’s me, Guy and one or two other people. After my workout, Guy and I just talk while he locks up then he walks me to my car. Tonight was funny, though, as he walked me to my car, he bent down as if to kiss me, but instead he hesitated, opened my car door and made some comment about being a gentleman and laughed. When I got in, he motioned for me to roll down the window and asked me, for the first time, if I had a boyfriend to which I responded no. He just nodded and told me to be careful driving home. Oh, well, off to the showers. - But first chips!

DEAR DIARY:

Holy shit! I went to the gym today. It was pretty late and I was meeting Jennie for some drinks, so to make it easier on myself, I decided to wash up at the gym. so when I finished my work-out I headed for the showers. I could not believe my eyes. As I was getting my toiletries, I heard moaning, which at first I thought was someone getting ill, or one of those bulimic-looking chicks throwing up, but no! Oh….My …..God, there were two girls doing it in the shower! They didn’t see me, thank God, but, boy, oh boy, did I see them, a whole lot of them. I was embarrassed at first, I couldn’t look away, I was mesmerized, I hate to admit it but it actually turned me on! 

Both girls had their backs to me, so I couldn‘t see their faces at first. The one girl, with blonde hair, was soaping down the other, the brunette, who was pressing herself against the tile. As the blonde rinsed off the soap, she kneeled and began to lick the brunette’s ass, who spread her legs and sticking out her ass, while the blonde ate her out. I got excited watching as the blonde took her fingers and started to fuck the brunette, sliding her wet body up and down the other girl’s wet, soapy ass and back while her other hand reached around to the brunette’s front and stroked her pussy. 

When I heard the door open, I moved further into one of the stalls, peering through the crack of the door, I couldn’t believe that a guy came in! At first I thought it was Guy, but it was Jim, one of the other instructors, wearing only a towel around his hips. He took it off as he approached the blonde girl, standing behind her, caressing her body. His large body blocked her out, but I could tell that she turned and, I could only guess that she was giving him a blowjob. While she did this, the brunette started to lick the blonde’s ass, working her tongue down between her legs, licking her thighs, slowly until she reached her pussy and she began sucking and licking it. The brunette then stood up, and each girl took turns licking Jim’s cock all the while touching the other’s body. They would kiss each other while rubbing his penis between their breasts; the blonde taking Jim's head in her mouth as the other girl licked and sucked his sack. Jim said something to the blonde, who stood up still facing the brunette and he started to fuck her from behind, while the brunette got back down on her knees and started on the blonde’s pussy. 

I was mesmerized, stuck in place, couldn’t move. Well actually, my hand was moving, after all, I was getting extremely wet watching them. My fingers imitating the brunette’s tongue, as I massaged my hard, wet nub, going down deeper with my finger until it reached the wetness between the swollen lips, I pushed in and out, just like Jim’s cock was doing to the blonde girl. When the blonde reached her orgasm, she pulled the brunette up and started kissing her, taking her fingers and fucking the brunette with them. Jim went around and was just about to enter the brunette, but she drew slightly away from the blonde and told him no, going back to the blonde, who was now concentrating on the brunette’s neck trailing a wet line with her tongue to the girl’s pussy. Jim leaned against the tile of the shower, watching the girls, stroking his own dick, up and down, until the brunette reached her orgasm (as well as I did, pressing my other hand to my mouth to muffle any moans). The brunette then knelt down before him taking him into her mouth until he came. 


Then, just like that, he left. When the blonde turned around to grab her towel, I saw that it was Joanne! I stood there with my mouth wide open. Wow! I waited a bit until I knew it was clear, then ran to the locker room, which was empty, hurriedly dressed and got out. I couldn’t wait to tell Jennie and of course, write it in here! 

DEAR DIARY:

It’s been about two weeks since I went by the gym. One day, while I was out at the market before going home I saw Guy and Joanne in a heated argument then she pulled him towards her and kissed him, when he didn't move away I didn't wait around to see anymore. I just want to feel his hands, lips and tongue on my body. I needed a break from seeing him, but when Guy called and inquired as to where I have been, I told him I was sick. He said that Jennie was by and she said that I was busy with work. 

“Yes,” I told him. “Busy with work, which makes me sick.” He laughed at that, which made my heart pound with wanting him and needing to see him. 

“I want you to come by the gym tomorrow. I will have to work you out a whole lot now -- two weeks is a long time.” He said. “No excuses, I expect you to be there.”

I told him that I have been doing sit-ups and kickboxing at home so I didn’t get out of shape. To which he replied that I was in great shape and honestly, he missed me. I felt my heart race. But squashed that feeling immediately. I told him I would be there tomorrow. He made me promise and I did. My feelings are bittersweet. Bittersweet. Chocolate. I need chocolate.

As promised, I go by the gym by 8:30 p.m., and when I walk towards the gym door, I notice a note on the glass saying that the gym was closed. Peering through the window, I see Guy and tap on the glass. When he sees me, he smiles and walks toward the door and unlocks it. Before I even walk through, he grabs me and kisses me. At first I was so surprised that I didn’t respond, but when he pulls me closer and the kiss deepened. When we finally pulled away, we just look at each other.

“I really missed you, Gina.” Guy says in a husky voice.

He took my hand and walks me into the weight room, there he pulls me close and whispers in my ear that he has been thinking of me and can’t stop fantasizing about fucking me on the weight bench. I take a deep breath, not believing this is happening, I look up at him.

“Something,” he said, “I thought about the first time I saw you laying on it.”

As he says this to me, he starts to unzip my sweat jacket. I am wearing my black sports bra and very short black exercise shorts. While he kisses my neck, he walks me backward until I am up against the wall, his lips burning their way down my neck, he slides his hands under my sports bra, cupping and caressing my breasts. His thumbs rub gently against my nipples until they harden under his touch, bending his head taking one in his mouth, licking it, nipping it gently with his teeth. I moan at the wonderful sensation and move closer to him. He moves his hands down along the sides of my body, pulling my hips closer to him, letting me feel how hard his cock is, and I rub myself gently against him. He put his hands into the waistband of my shorts and slowly brings them down, past my hips, cupping my ass as his fingers slid between my thighs and begin to stroke at my pussy. 

He raises his head and looks me, we kissed again, our tongues entwining, tasting each other. He stopped only to lick and suck at my bottom lip, his fingers never stopped caressing of my pussy, working their way from my ass to my clit, pausing to dip into me with his fingers. Unable to control himself any longer, he pulls away from me, taking off my shorts and tossing them to the other side of the room. He removes my sports bra, picks me up and carries me to the weight bench where he placed me down and starts to remove his clothes, his gaze never wavering from my face. 


When all of his clothes are off, he bends down at the foot of the bench and begins to lick and kiss my legs, taking his time, his tongue trailing a wet, hot line on my inner thighs, stopping to blow on my pussy. My intake of breath makes him smile and he pulls me down a bit more, this action making my legs straddle the bench, opening my pussy fully to his view. He takes it all in.

“You’re so beautiful!” He says, taking his fingers, stroking me, watching my face.

I watch as bends his head and his tongue licks me. I put my head back and moan when I feel that wonderful sensation of being sucked and I raise my hips to his mouth, his hands pulling my hips closer and closer still. His tongue licking me, teasing me, sliding between the lips, he fucks me with his tongue, tasting me. His fingers stroke my ass, spreading it so he could enter me from behind. I moan at the pleasure his finger and tongue was creating.

“Turn over,” He says. “I want to lick your ass. You have a beautiful, tight ass.”

He whispers to me that he wants to fuck it and lick it. I tell him that I want that and sit up, getting a chance to look at his beautiful body. His cock was just as beautiful, big, thick and hard. Before I turn around, I take him in my mouth, hearing him gasp. H grabs the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. I love the way he feels and tastes. I take him out and lick the entire shaft, using my hands to caress his sack, bending my head to lick his balls and gently suck on them. I lick him slowly, not wanting to miss any part of him, nibbling, taking him deep into my throat and out again. I tease and suck the head of his cock, twirling my tongue around it, using my tongue, my lips and my teeth to give him pleasure. He moans and pulls slowly out of my mouth and tells me to turn over. I look up and see us through the mirrors on the walls, straddling the bench, him fucking me from behind; I watch my body move back and forth. I lick my fingers and start to stroke my pussy, raising my eyes to look at him and smile when I see him looking at me.

“You like the way this looks?” He asks me, watching me lick my finger, bringing it back to my pussy, and slowly caressing it.

“Yes.” 

“I want to taste your fingers.” He says and as I bring them to his mouth, he sucks on them. I then I bring them back to my wet, throbbing nub, rubbing it as he fucks me. He grabs my hips and enters me hard, I cry out his cock enters me, I arch my back and grab onto the bars of the weight bench to give me some leverage.

He pulls out and spreads the cheeks of my ass, and asks me if he could fuck me there. I tell him yes and I bend over, resting my forearms on the bench and look into the mirror, watching as he looks at my ass, his face is flushed and lust in his eyes. I feel myself get wetter and I get even more excited when he spreads my cheeks. He tells me that he will be gentle, if it hurts to let him know and he will stop, he just wants to feel his cock in my ass, even if it’s for little while. I brace myself and wait as he enters my asshole and I feel it, that hot sensation of my ass opening up to receive the tip of his thick penis, then the pleasure as he makes it through and some part of his shaft enters me. My nipples immediately get hard at the excitement I feel, my body quivers. He is not rough with me; he is gentle and careful, moving slowly in and out of me. I feel him flex his cock, which makes me giggle. 

“What are you doing?” I ask him, breathlessly.

“I can flex ALL my muscles.“ He laughs. I tell him that it feels really, really good and he does it again and I start to massage myself again while he is fucking my ass. I am so wet. I love being fucked in the ass. Being fucked there makes me extremely excited and I tell him, he tells me that I feel so good. 

“You’re ass is so tight. I don’t think I can last too long.”




As I stroke my pussy, I feel that I am getting close to an orgasm as well, and I tell him. He asks me if he can cum in my ass or on it. 

“Whatever you want, I want.” I whisper to him. Feeling myself getting closer to my orgasm, my mind and body completely engulfed in the pleasure he is creating. 

“I want to cum on your ass.”

“Mmm. Yeah! I want that.” I moan. “I want to feel your cum in me.” 

I start telling him how my pussy feels, how wet it is, I tell him that his cock feels incredible in my ass, that he is so fucking big and hard. I reach down lower, massaging his balls and feel his body tense. He pulls me to him and I feel him go in deeper, this makes my ass clench, squeezing his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I hear him moan and he tells me that he is going to cum. I massage my clit faster and faster wanting to cum with him, we watch each other in the mirror. I look at him and tell him to fuck me, feeling his cock get stiff. He holds me steady and with slow movements he fucks me until he is spent, then he pulls out and I feel the hot cum on my ass, dripping down. He wipes his cum off my ass and turns me around to face him, bringing his fingers to my mouth; I suck and lick his cum off his fingers. Then we kiss deeply, while he caresses my body. 

“Did you cum?” He asks breathlessly.

“I was close and still am.” I say and with that he bends down and begins to lick me, his tongue licking my clit, sucking at it, his fingers entering my very wet pussy, sliding in and out. Bringing me to an immediate orgasm, but he doesn’t move away staying there a bit longer, just kissing me until my shuddering stops. He then burns a trail of kisses up my body to my mouth and we kiss and hug each other.




Dear Diary



When I get home, I am still amazed about what happened, I still smell him on me. He made me feel wonderful. I look at the clock, it’s 1:30 a.m. now and I have absolutely no desire to sleep. 

As I am re-reading my entry, eating my chips, I hear the doorbell. 'Who the hell could that be,' I think. I put down my glass of wine and go to the intercom and hit the button.

“Hello?”

“Gina, it’s Guy” the voice says. “Can I come up?”

I feel my heart race. “Yes, I’ll buzz you in.” I press the intercom, completely forgetting about my journal being opened. I open the door when I hear him knocking and there he is standing in front of me, smiling.

“Guy!” I say, “What in the world?” 

He doesn’t answer, just picks me up and tells me to show him to the direction of the bedroom. I laugh and point to the bedroom door. 

“It’s time for an early morning work-out.” He laughs and rests me on the bed. We make love until the sun comes up and as I lay there looking at his gorgeous face on the pillow, I notice the time and get up quietly to take a shower. While I am drying off, I hear knocking on the door and Guy comes in, smiling as he looks at me from head to toe. 

“Stay.” I tell him. “Have breakfast with me, or better yet, I’ll take a shower with you.”


“You just had one.” 

“So, I’d take another.” 

He says that he wishes he could since I look and smell delicious, but he has a client at 9:00 a.m. and has about a half-hour to get home, change and get to the gym. 

“I will see you tonight.” He says, pulling me close and giving me a deep kiss, he then gently punches me on the chin, winks and leaves. 

Once I get dressed, I head for the kitchen to make coffee and I notice my diary. 'Oh, God,' I think. 'Please, please, don’t let him have seen it.' I would be so embarrassed that I would cry. When I pick up the journal, I laugh at the final entry, which read:

DEAR GINA:

You make me feel wonderful too. 

Guy

P.S. -- Chips and wine would taste incredible on your body, as well as chocolate and honey and, well, I think you get the idea.



Dear Diary



2004-07-26

Dear Diary,

I am so embarrassed.

This morning, I went to the grocery store around the corner to buy some produce to make zucchini bread and sweet potato pie. While I was in the vegetable section, testing the firmness of zucchini, I noticed a presence next to me. I looked up and saw that it was Kevin, my neighbour. I hadn't realized it but gauging from the expression on his face, it appeared that the way I was handling the zucchini was rather sexual. I was only testing to see how fresh they were, for goodness' sakes.

Kevin raised his bushy brown eyebrows and laughed quietly.

I was so flustered with embarrassment that I quickly dropped the zucchini and left the store. I don't know what I am going to do when I see Kevin again. I don't think I could bear to look at him. What must he think of me?

2004-07-28

Dear Diary,

I saw Kevin at the Laundromat today. Why is it that just when I was pulling my wash out of the dryer, my thongs all fell to the floor right at his feet? It doesn't help at all that I've been carrying a secret crush on him for months. He recently moved from France to my neighbourhood, as he explained to me the first time I met him which was at the café down the street. I was ordering a café au lait when out of nowhere, a French male voice said "no, no, no, you must drink coffee the proper way". He changed my order to a small espresso, black. I protested, insisting that I must have my frothy milk and sugar, to which he replied, "you are creamy and sweet enough, you need black coffee to keep yourself balanced." The audacity of this stranger, albeit a handsome one, with a gap in his front teeth just like Madonna, was unsettling but he disarmed me quickly with his confident charm. When the espresso arrived, he leaned up against the bar counter as if to ready himself to watch a performance. I felt so self-conscious and germane. I turned around slightly from his view to take a sip of my espresso. He was right, it wasn't so bad but I still prefer café au laits.

"Well?" he asked.

"It's good!" I answered, wincing inward at how lame and unsophisticated I must have sounded. 

"See? Now you drink coffee like a true French woman!"

I could feel myself blushing as I finished the rest of the coffee in a big gulp.

"No, no, no," he protested. "You must take the time to savour this coffee. What is all this rush?"

"I don't know, that's just how I drink."

"Ah, ah, ah," he wagged his finger. "You must learn to slow down and enjoy the simple pleasures in life, for they are far and few in between, n'est ce pas?"

"I suppose." I am doing it again! Being lame. 

Now that I had drank my coffee so quickly, so un-french-like, I felt as though I had no recourse but to excuse my small-town self from his oh so French presence. 

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Emma, you?"

"Kevin." The way he said his name, the accent was on the "vin", oh, how so French. I always thought Kevin was an English name. It sounded funny with a French accent. But I liked it. I smiled at him briefly and left.

And now, all those months of bumping into him randomly at the Laundromat, at the café, at the grocery store had built up my secret crush on him. He seems so sophisticated, so worldly and cultured. He has a perpetual tan, even in the deep of winter, and he has such nice European clothes. Even his metal wristwatch seems French. But I don't think he knew. I am not sure he would be interested in a naïve girl like me. I am rather conservative, quite shy, all my clothes are from the Gap, and I prefer books to drinking or partying. I tape all my favourite soap operas so I can watch them when I get home from work and when I'm feeling sad or lonely, I like to put on my Holly Hobbie bonnet. No one knows about this, of course. About both the soap opera tapes or about the bonnet. I would be mortified if they did.

Anyways, back to the thongs at Kevin's feet at the Laundromat.

Sigh. You know, I only bought those thongs at the insistence of a sales girl who disapproved of my panty lines when I tried on a pair of black pants at BCBG. She cowered me into buying them, I swear! I am not the sort of girl who would ever buy them just like that, I was pushed into it. That day, I brought them home, washed them of course and then tried one on. It felt so weird, this string of fabric stuck in my bumbum. I had to keep resisting the urge to pull it out. How do girls wear them? But I forced myself into wearing one with the black pants I ended up buying when I went to work. I am so sure that everyone at work could tell I was wearing a thong. I hope they didn't think I was being slutty. I wouldn't be able to bear it if they did.

And now, here they were on Kevin's feet. All I wanted to do was disappear off the face of this earth. For sure Kevin is going to think I am some brazen street walker. I just wanted to run home, put on my bonnet and hide in some dark corner. I could feel my face getting so red, and tears beginning to spring to my eyes. 

"Ah, er, uh..." I mumbled as I quickly bent over and swept them off his feet, dropping one. WHY? Why do these things always happen to me? Am I doomed to perpetually embarrass myself for the rest of my life? I was temporarily frozen in place as I stared at the fallen thong. Kevin bent down and picked them up from the floor. "Such a beautiful color." he was referring to the thong which was fuchsia. I actually wanted to get a white pair but they didn't have any left in my size which was medium. So I got fuchsia instead, and rather reluctantly, I might add. Although the matching bra was pretty nice, it was simple and conservative, just the way I like it. It suited me perfectly. Besides, the colour matched the flowers I was growing in my little garden at home. 

I couldn't look at him in the eye. I just shoved my entire laundry into my bag and as usual, fled.

200407-31

Dear Diary,

Saw Kevin at the café this morning. I tried to pretend that I didn't see him but to no avail. He came up to my table and asked if he could sit down. Remembering that this man saw and touched my thong, with its uncomfortable fabric that wedges itself in my bum, I could barely bring myself to say loudly enough that indeed he could.

He sat down and pulled out his pack of red Gaulois. "You smoke?" he asked, offering me one.

"Oh no thanks, I don't smoke," I demurred.

"Good for you, it's a terrible habit, smoking." He wouldn't stop staring at me. I was too shy to look at him straight on so I looked everywhere, pretending to absorb the scenery. I did notice how he took out his matches and lit up his cigarette, cupping the flame in his palm. Even the way he did that seemed so French. It made me all the more aware of how different I was from him. I felt so dorky and plain.

"You have green eyes!" he exclaimed. The sunlight that was filtering into the room slanted across my face, my eyes which usually appear brown always turn vividly green and copper in the light. "Oh! They are so lovely!"

I blushed, typically. I couldn't let go of the memory of the fallen thong incident so it was all I could do to force myself to reply, "thank you".

Kevin leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, to look into my eyes. I tried to look away but he put out his hand on my face to gently turn it back to him.

"You are very pretty," he said quietly.

I shook my head, unable to accept his compliments. I am not good at things like that. Compliments, I mean. 

"Yes, you are," he insisted, smiling widely. "But of course you know that, certainly."

I shook my head again, looking down.

"Oh, come now," he chided. 

I still couldn't look at him.

"May I ask you a question?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Have you ever been to Alistair's?" Alistair's is a restaurant that was a few blocks away, I had walked past it many times, but had never given it a thought for its menu, posted on the front window scared me off with its double and triple digit prices.I couldn't even recognize the names of the meals, they all seem so foreign and strange. I would never fit in a place like that or would a place like that fit into my budget. Anyways, I don't eat in public places alone. I'm not that brave.

I shook my head no in reply.

"Ach!" he sat back in his chair. "You must come with me one night. What are you dong this weekend?"

Uh, doing my laundry, maybe buy some more plants for my garden. "Um, I haven't decided yet, why?"

"Why?! Because you must come with me to Alistair's, I insist!" 

"I can't afford to go to places like that."

"Ach, but it's my treat, I would pay anything to spend a couple of hours to look into those eyes of yours."

Now I knew I was blushing. My entire face felt as though it was on fire.

"Well, all right, I guess."

"Excellent, Then I shall come pick you up at eight."

At eight? Do French people eat that late? Oh my.

"Okay."

He had such a big smile that I couldn't help smiling back.

2004-08-01

Dear Diary,

I'm a changed woman. No, correction, I am now a woman. I am really really a woman. Last night was a night of many firsts. First time I've ever been to a fancy restaurant with a man, first time I ever had a cocktail drink, first time that I've ever...

Let me start at the beginning of the date at Alistair's.

First of all, I really didn't know what to wear to such a restaurant. I had emptied out my entire closet trying to figure out what to wear. Luckily, I came across a dress that my sister left behind last time she visited me. It was a clingy black dress with spaghetti straps. I remembered when she made me try it on that she said that I was so lucky to have such curvaceous hips for the dress made me look like I actually have an hourglass figure. I decided to trust her judgement and wear it. But it was so clingy that I knew that I would have to wear the dreaded thong. Remembering that Kevin liked my fuchsia one, I put that one on in addition to its matching bra. I felt so terribly naughty wearing it that even alone in my bedroom, I felt rather self-conscious.

But what choice did I have? None! All my other clothes were faded Gap clothes, not at all appropriate for such a date. 

I found a pair of flamenco dancing shoes that I had bought one time for Hallowe'en when I dressed up like a Gypsy. It was bright red and patent leather. After I assembled my outfit, I took a look in the mirror and could hardly recognize myself. Who was this person? And what would Kevin think? He'd never seen me dress anything close to this before. I'm usually pretty dowdy.

I was rather overwhelmed by the sex vixen image I saw in the mirror and decided to put on only black mascara and red lipstick. Any more makeup like that and surely I would be arrested for streetwalking.

Just when I was taking one more unsure look in the mirror at my outfit, the doorbell rang. It's Kevin, he was here. Oh goodness, I had hoped that I looked all right. I was actually starting to think that perhaps I shouldn't answer the door, maybe I should just pretend I wasn't home. I was absolutely terrified to answer the door, look at how I was dressed! I could barely stand to look at myself for pete's sakes.

Very very reluctantly, I forced myself to walk down the hallway to the door. My legs were shaking and my hands were starting to sweat. I had never been so nervous in my life.

I opened the door.

I will never forget the look on Kevin's face. He looked so shocked and yet so pleased. As soon as I let him in, he grabbed my hand and gave me a little spin. It was so lovely, he really made me feel like I was really pretty. 

"You look absolutely stunning," he said after I've finished spinning. "I'm so lucky to have you for my date tonight."

I could tell he meant it and I adored him all the more for it. He didn't look too shabby himself. He was wearing a pin stripe suit that was toned down by a tshirt and Diesel sneakers. It sounds like an odd combination when I write it down but really, it really made him look so good. The white tshirt with the black suit really showed off his tan and made his teeth look pure white.

The sneakers he wore were red with sporty stripes. I liked that we both were wearing black outfits and red shoes. It comforted me somehow.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Very ready," I giggled. And immediately felt silly for having giggled.

We walked out into the cool summer evening, and Kevin took my hand. It felt so nice to feel his warm hand covering mine. It immediately made me feel much more relaxed and comfortable. I looked at him to give him a smile. He smiled back and gave my hand a little squeeze.

People were actually looking at us when we were walking toward the restaurant. I had never been looked at like that before. Some of them even turned around to take a second look. I felt as though I was on top of the world.

Soon enough, we arrived at the restaurant, which was spartanly decorated as if not to steal the show from the food. The walls were creamy white, the furniture were dark stained modern furniture and the tablecloth matched the walls. Glass bottles of all sorts of shapes and sizes lined the shelves on the wall, lit up by inset light that were embedded on the floor along the baseboards. All together the décor made me think of an art gallery that one might find in Chelsea, New York.

Kevin pulled out my chair for me to sit down. What a gentleman.

As soon as he sat down, a waiter hurried over with some menus. They spoke in French rapidly, leaving me entirely impressed and confused.

"I've ordered a bottle of wine for us," Kevin explained after the waiter left. "I've also take the liberty to order our meals."

I was relieved that he did that, I would have had no idea what to get. 

Within seconds, the waiter came back with a bottle of wine and poured it into our glasses.

"To a wonderful evening," Kevin held up his glass. I held up mine and we clinked.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are tonight," he said.

And this time, I believed him. The way he said it, the way he looked at me, I know he was telling the truth. 

"Thank you," I replied gratefully.

Kevin reached across the table to bring my hands up to his lips.

I could only stare in fascination. That he was actually kissing my hands with his beautiful full lips. I closed my eyes to savour the sensation. When I did so, I felt one of my fingers slide just a little in between his lips.

I was shocked!

You have to understand, dear diary, that I had never been on many dates and certainly had never been on a date like this one with a man like Kevin. All of that was overwhelming enough but now this, Kevin sucking on one of my fingertips. I tried to play it suave but Kevin chuckled, I didn't fool him at all.

"You look so delicious that I couldn't resist taking a taste of you," he said, the candle on the table made his deep brown eyes sparkle like amber. 

"Ah, er..." I mumbled. I decided that I rather liked how it felt, the way he kissed my hands. Certainly I had dreamed of being on a date like this with Kevin long enough, why not just enjoy it?

I relaxed and let him hold onto my hands. I looked around the restaurant and a couple caught my eye. They were much older, in their fities, and very well dressed. The man held up his glass and gave me a nod. Somehow he could tell this was a special night for me. I nodded back and looked back at Kevin.

He was massaging my hands gently, and once again, brought my fingers to his lips. I licked mine in anticipation.

He took my index finger and placed it directly between his lips. Then slowly he began to suck it in until I could feel it touching his warm wet tongue. It was so sexual that immediately I could feel my entire body fill up with heat.

I grabbed a napkin with my free hand and fan myself slightly. I was truly becoming rather hot.

Kevin laughed, my finger still in his mouth. I could feel the vibration of his laughter transferring from his tongue throughout my finger. By this point, it felt as though I was dissolving into a mass of liquid. 

The waiter returned and Kevin slowly removed my finger from his mouth while the waiter, well, waited.

I couldn't believe Kevin would do that in front of anyone at all. I quickly looked at the waiter who was smiling. He gave me a wink.

I had been so shy and nervous when we first sat down that I finished my drink quickly. The waiter refilled my glass and left.

I crossed my legs, one of which brushed up against Kevin's. He looked at me and smiled while he let one of his hands slip down underneath the tablecloth. His warm fingers began to stroke my leg that was over the other. "Your skin feels like butter," he murmured.

Come on, make like butter, soft and easy to spread – that song from Detroit Grand Pubahs began to play in my head.

I couldn't speak. I was entirely in Kevin's spell. Of course I am sure the red wine was making me more pliable to his ways.

"I want you to do something for me," Kevin whispered.

"Wh-what?" I could barely get out the words.

"I want you to sit next to me."

I didn't know if I could do as he asked. My legs were boneless at that point but I tried to get up. The waiter returned, moving my chair closer to Kevin so that I was no longer sitting across from him but now sitting right next to him.

The waiter left.

Kevin brought his hand back down under the tablecloth again.

I could feel his hand first on my knee, stroking it gently but firmly. Then I could feel it slip beneath the hem of my dress.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"Shh..."

Holding my eyes with his, Kevin moved his hand further up underneath my dress. I clenched my legs tightly together, relieved that there was a tablecloth to hide his actions.

The waiter returned with the appetizers, which were lamb chops and salad with lentils. At first sight, they seemed rather humble. Kevin reached for a chop, picked it up by the bone and told me to open my mouth. I looked at him to see if I could trust this man, to see if he was playing me.

"It's ok, I won't hurt you," he promised, his teeth gleaming white as he smiled.

I let my lips part ever so little.

"Open wider."

I opened my lips a little more. As the lambchop entered my mouth, I could taste its infusion of apple glaze which alone made me swoon but at the same time, I could feel Kevin's hand moving up between my legs, forcing them apart. As I chewed the lambchop, I could feel his fingers reaching the edge of my fuchsia thong.

I gulped.

"Take another bite," he encouraged. I gulped down another sip of wine and opened my lips again. Kevin brought the chop to my mouth and as I was about to take another bite, his fingers slipped beneath my thong and I could feel them becoming wet with my escalating arousal. He slipped a finger into my virgin vagina and whispered into my ear, "you feel so good."

I did feel good. And appalled. And yet sooooooo good. It felt good to let him take control. To let him force me out of my prudish tendencies. It felt as though he was giving me release from myself which I hadn't realized I needed until that moment.

And all the while, his finger moved in deeper until his thumb was touching my clitoris. I just about jumped out of my chair from his touch. It was such a surprise because I wasn't prepared for how fabulous it felt to eat this divine lambchop and being finger-fucked at the same time in a beautiful restaurant.

"Ohhhh..." The waiter had returned and heard me make that noise. "It's good, isn't it?" he asked referring to the appetizers. 

"Ohhh, it is very good," I replied, being bold now that I have wine coursing through my veins and a gorgeous man's finger inside my cunt.

The waiter promised to return with the main courses soon.

"I can't believe you!" I said to Kevin to which he chuckled. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked rhetorically. 




Dear Diary



I nodded shyly.

He took his finger out leaving me feeling empty and a bit cold. I looked at him to see why he pulled away. He brought his fingers to his lips and began to lick them as if they were sticky from the sauce of the lambchop. He slurped his fingers with such greed that I was sure my desire was going to seep through my dress into the chair.

The waiter returned with the main courses which were grilled octopus with eggplant caviar and market fish wrapped in vine leaves.

"Here, let me serve you," Kevin said.

He pried apart the vine leaves ever so carefully revealing the flesh of the fish inside. He took a fork and picked up a bite. Once again, I opened my lips to receive his offering. Without realizing it, I had opened my legs too. His hand came back, his finger came back inside my vagina, stroking me inside, his thumb rubbing my clitoris as he fed me. I have to tell you, the combination of the two was sheer ecstasy. 

Then he picked up a piece of the grilled octopus with his fingers and fed me. His finger pulled out and began to move downwards. I clenched my legs, not wanting him to touch my dirty spot. 

"Open up," he commanded.

I looked at him pleadingly, willing him to understand that I couldn't, nice girls just don't do things like this.

"Come on, open up," he repeated.

Reluctantly and petulantly, I let my legs relax and open a little. Kevin picked up another piece of the octopus and said "open up wide." I stared at his face, taking in the beauty of this man, and of his masculinity. I complied, I opened up ever wider. His finger moved downwards a bit. 

"Sit on the edge of your seat." 

By then, I was totally in his spell. I moved closer to the edge of my seat and waited. As Kevin continued to feed me, his finger, wet with my sopping arousal, began to tickle my anus. 

I almost choked on the octopus. "I can't do this!" I whispered almost hysterically. Kevin looked at me with kindness and whispered back, "it's all right. You have my word that I won't hurt you."

I took a deep breath, finished my fourth glass of wine and kept still.

His finger, still resting lightly on my anus, began to circle it again, sometimes stroking it. Then he would return it to my vagina as if to I were a dipping sauce.

Then he would bring his finger back again to my anus. I couldn't bear to look at him, I felt so dirty, especially because as much as I could never say it out loud, I really did like how it felt. But it was so wrong! I was being such a bad girl.

"I want you to feed me," Kevin said. Picking up my knife and fork, I began to cut his food. As I was about to give him a bite, his finger started to push into my asshole. I was so ataken back that I held his bite of food in mid-air. 

"Go on, feed me." Trying to collect my senses as best as I could, I placed the food into his mouth. As he chewed his food with audible pleasure, his finger pushed even more into my asshole until I could feel it filling me up. I was torn between two desires, one to pull away, one for Kevin to push his finger inside even more. 

I looked up, aware for the first time since we began eating that we were in a public space. I caught the eye of the couple sitting across from us. This time, it was the woman who smiled knowingly. She knew exactly what was going on. She turned to her husband and said something. He looked at me too and nodded with a grandfatherly smile. "It's all right," they seem to be saying.

I looked back at Kevin, aware of his finger now pushing in and out of my asshole. "Keep feeding me," Kevin said, his breath turning into a slight pant.

I could feel my own breath echoing his as my lips were swelling up and my clitoris hardening. I was now pre-orgasmic.

Placing another bite of fish on his fork, I fed him, trying not to make any noise while his finger fucked my bum and his thumb stroked my clitoris. "Please stop," I begged him. 

He didn't say anything, just kept going, I was imprisoned by his finger, impaled literally upon it, unable to get away until I was released and released I was finally for within minutes, I was exploding with orgasmic sensations, my ass milking his thumb as it squeezed and relaxed.

"Oh my goodness." That was all I could say when the waves ebbed.

Kevin slid his finger out slowly.

"Waiter, the bill, please," he called out while he held my hand with his sticky one.

He walked me home, holding me up slightly for by then, my legs were weak, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

He kissed me on the front steps, our first kiss. 

Then he bid me good night, making me promise to go on another date with him next week before he left.

I can't wait, dear diary.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary, 

10/08/00

Today, I had one hell of an experience. Not like one I ever had. Literally, it was unbelievable. I never knew I would have such an experience to share. 

I met my friend from work at the gym. His name is Lindsay. We work together at a restaurant. He is about 6 feet tall, roughly, oh I don't know about 175/180 lbs, thick brown hair and eyes and a fairly decent build. 

Well to get on with the story. Lindsay was in the weight room. I went in to say hi, and his girlfriend Jesse and a friend Laurie were there. 

The room was filled with mirrors. I watched as Lindsay pumped the weights up. I said hi and he stopped, placing the weights on the bar. 

Jesse and Laurie came over and we started talking. The conversation got twisted into their last little adventure. I couldn't believe the story I was hearing, but to be honest it turned me on. I was becoming wet just listening. Good thing it was just us four in the room. 

Well then, Laurie asks me if I would ever like to join. My eyes bugging out. I wasn't sure what to say. They said come on its fun. 

Then Jesse says "No one is here, lets do it now." A sense of arousal was in me. A bit scared of this, but in the same breath I always dreamed of it too.

Us girls are all in an exercise outfit. And Lindsay is in sweats and a t-shirt. 

Laurie comes over to me, and slowly runs her fingers in my hair. Letting them come over my cheek and by my mouth. I open it and I suck her fingers. One by one. As Lindsay and Jessie watch. With her other hand, rubbing my breast. Making my nipples hard with her touch. I have never been with another woman but I had a feeling it was going to be great. She takes the hand from my mouth and moves it to my ass. Rubbing it. 

Going over the lines of the thong I had on. She whispers in my ear "I have one on too." Then she takes the straps of my outfit, and pulls them off my shoulder. Pulling it down and I step out of the shorts. Sneakers, thongs, and short t-shirt still on. 

Jesse and Lindsay are still watching. Laurie takes my hand and leads me over to the weight bench. Telling me to lay down. Jesse comes over and kneeling beside the bench, she lifts my shirt up, revealing my breasts. She pinches my nipple, then lowers her head and takes it in her mouth. I breath harder. Eyes rolling. Not sure if this is what I want. 

I guess Lindsay senses this, but wants me to stay. He picks up his gym bag and gets out two scarves. Comes over and taking my hand puts it up against the top bar and ties it there. It's like I am frozen. 

Jessie continues rolling her tongue over my nipple as Lindsay ties my other hand to the other bar. I can see Lindsay's hard on growing in his pants. 

Laurie puts her hand on my thongs. Slowly, pulling them off. They are wet. Placing her hand on my knees, moving them up and spreading my legs apart. She straddles the bench. Spreading my pussy lips with her fingers, lowering her head, she starts licking me. Ohhhhhhhhh. I breath harder again. Jesse stops sucking on my tits. 

Standing she undresses. I watch her. Leaving only her socks and runners on, she walks over to me. And puts her leg across my chest. Moving closer, she takes a hold of the weights. Lowering her pussy onto my mouth. Like an instant reaction, I lick her pussy. 

Without my hands its harder, but Jesse pushes down. I lick harder. Letting my tongue find every part of her pussy. Like she is fucking a man, she thrusts herself down on my tongue. And Laurie....Ohhh Laurie. She is still tonguing me. We all reach our first orgasm quickly. Both Laurie and I getting to taste another woman's juices. 

Lindsay still watching, but is completely nude now. Goes to the bag again. This time bringing back a vibrator. He goes behind Laurie, rubs her ass, and turning the vibrator on, enters it in her pussy. Pushing it in slowly. Then reaching around her takes it into he other hand. With his free hand, he inserts his fingers into her pussy, taking the juices back to his rock hard cock. Lubing it up. Taking hold of his cock now, he guides it into her ass. She moans but continues licking me. 

All this fucking and sucking excites me. I will not lie, for it does. 

Jesse screams out "Fuck her good Lindsay, fuck her hard." The vibrator going in and out of Laurie's pussy plus Lindsay's cock going in and out of her ass makes her hit orgasm #2. 

Jesse steps off of me. Walking down to Laurie and Lindsay. She reaches under and takes the vibrator from Lindsay's hand. Pulling it out of her wet pussy. Turning it off. She looks at Lindsay, then puts the vibrator up to her mouth. Opening it and sucking all the juice off of it. Her eyes rolling. She pushes it in her mouth like she is sucking on the real thing. 

I didn't know how much more I could take. Laurie won't stop. Her tongue entering my hole. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels good. Lindsay thrusts harder and faster. Ramming his cock into Laurie's ass. His balls, I could hear them, slapping her ass as they met. He starts moaning. 

As if she knew the plan, Laurie stops licking me. Lindsay pulls out of her ass, and Laura & Jesse kneel down. Lindsay holds his cock and starts pumping. The girls open their mouth wanting a taste of him. He cums, it spits on them. They lick their lips, swallow what they can. Meanwhile just watching, I moan out, mmmmmmmmmmm, toes curling, hands still tied up. Lindsay finishes cumming. 

The girls share a kiss, licking what is on the others face. Lindsay comes over to me. Undoes the scarves, I get up. We smile and get dressed. 

Lindsay says we will get together another time, and i will get a piece of his cock in me. 

I sure hope we do. Cause now that I got a taste, I want the whole cake. I hope it isn't long til our next adventure. Will tell you all about it next time diary.



Dear Diary



Thanks TH and S. Always good friends, critics and supporters. Also, thank you Desertmac for the wonderful and inspiring "Tutoring Jerry."

**

Monday September 8th 1988 10:21pm

Paradise City.

The new guy started football practice today. Even though the season's already started Coach brought him in as starting quarterback. Travis Boyd. From California and looks it - blonde hair and blue eyes that are kind of sleepy. He looks bored. Probably hates Ohio already and hates his parents for bringing him to this shit-ass town. I know I would.

Latham was supposed to move up to first string and some of the guys were really pissed that Coach put the new guy in instead. But when we saw him practicing we all knew he was good. His throwing arm is golden and he can even run. Way better than Latham. Even Latham has to admit it. We might be able to pull this season out of the crapper. 

He came out after the rest of us were already out on the field. After practice was over and we went back to the locker room to change and shower, it turned out he had the locker right next to me. He was in my English class this morning and he recognized me and his face sort of lit up. God he has a nice smile. He probably doesn't have a lot of friends yet. Said hi to me and told me his name.

All I said was, "Yeah I know." Real smooth! He was giving me this funny look and I got all embarrassed and told him my name too. He started laughing. Nice job, Tyler, way to impress the new guy.

I couldn't think because he was taking off his pads. I didn't look. I swear I didn't look. But I couldn't help seeing. Has that lean, muscular quarterback body - not massive like the huge linemen who eat two or three BicMacs and a milkshake every day at lunch. About my height, six feet one, about 210 lbs. Not an ounce of fat. Tight pecs, rippling six-pack abs, a line of soft golden brown hair below his belly button. When he unbuttoned his football pants I saw the very top of his pubic hair over his jock. I almost couldn't keep my eyes off his very impressive crotch bulge. 

I wasn't looking but I still jumped when he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I nodded like an idiot and told him yeah, Audrey. 

He laughed and asked, "Does she have big hair?"

That made me laugh too and I told him they all do. But Audrey's friend Missy is nice, maybe we could all go out this weekend. Show him what we do for fun in this shitty town. 

He seemed to like that idea. By that time he was standing there naked and I turned around really quick and went to the showers. Everbody else was already there, I've seen them a hundred times, naked is no big deal, right? I'd seen their asses before, seen their hairy chests and legs and their cocks. Seth Brewer has the biggest cock I've ever seen. Even soft it's like a fucking snake going down his leg.

I always take my showers in the corner. I don't look around. I've known all the guys on the team since elementary school and I doubt any of them suspect anything. But this new guy. He's from California and he seems pretty sharp. I need to stay away from him.

But next thing I knew he was right next to me, talking away while we showered. I turned around and looked at the wall but out of the corner of my eye I saw that he'd turned his back, and for just a second I looked at his ass. God what a beautiful ass. Smooth and round and white, when all the rest of him is tanned from the California sun. Oh God. His back and his shoulders so wet and shiny with the shower pouring over him. My mouth got all watery.

All the sudden I saw he was looking over his shoulder at me staring at his ass. Shit! Oh fuck, does he know? Can he tell? While I was panicking, I saw the corners of his lips go up. For just a second, he looked straight into my eyes and he almost grinned. Then his slow, sleepy blue eyes traveled over my naked body from head to toe. Then like nothing happened, he turned back around and washed his armpits. I grabbed my towel and got my ass out of there as fast as I could.

Shit. Fuck. He knows. He fucking knows. I just know it. I was so stupid to look at his ass like that. Please, God, let him keep his mouth shut. I promise I'll pray every night if he doesn't tell anyone.

Does he know what I'd like to do to that white, muscular, perky ass of his. 

Travis. I want to bury my face in your ass, I want to lick your cheeks like ice cream cones, I want to see what's under those football pants. 

Travis travis travis travis you make me so fucking hot…



Dear Diary



June 20, 2003

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is my younger brother, Brian's 18th birthday. I have decided what to get him. For years now I've noticed the way he looks at me. I've caught him staring at my breasts many times, especially if I was wearing something that showed some cleavage, and I'm quite sure I detected a sizeable bulge in his crotch. I must admit I have been guilty of teasing him a few times by showing more of my 36 D's than was necessary when he was around. I guess I inherited my tits from Mom. Her 40 DD's actually look even bigger than they are because of her small frame. She weighs maybe 120 lbs. soaking wet. Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday. After mom leaves for work in the morning, I'm going to give Brian his birthday present – me. I'm going to let him fuck me. Brian has been the rock that has held our family together since Dad ran off with his secretary two years ago. I think it's time he got his just rewards, and if that bulge in his pants is any indication of what lies within, I'll be getting as much of a present as he will.


Love,

Brianne

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June 21, 2003

Dear Diary,

It's Saturday morning. Mom left for work and I just got out of the shower. I washed my hair, shaved my legs and took a good douche. I'm lying naked on my bed as I write, trying to figure out my next move. Admittedly, I'm a little apprehensive about this. What if I have been reading Brian wrong? Maybe he doesn't really want me at all. After all, he does date a lot of girls. Most are prom queen types with long blonde hair and silicone implants. My hair is short, I'm a brunette, and although my breasts are large, they don't poke straight out like the store-bought ones. My brown eyes aren't near as pretty as the baby-blues he's used to. All this, plus the fact that at 22, I am several years older than his harem of 18 and 19 year old bimbos. I guess I won't know unless I try. I think I'll just sneak into Brian's room quietly and ease the covers down from over him. I know he sleeps in the nude. I've heard him say so before. I think I'll just take his dick in my mouth and wake him up sucking it. After that we'll see what happens. I'm off to Brian's room. I'll write later to tell you how it went. Wish me luck.

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Dear Diary,

I just left Brian's room. You're not going to believe what happened. It's now 3PM on Saturday and I have an amazing story to tell you. When I left you this morning, I went to Brian's room. I opened his door. It squeaks like hell. It's probably not that loud, but when you're trying to be quiet it sounds like a brass band. I left the door open so it wouldn't squeak when I closed it. Brian was lying there on his side with no covers over him. I watched him for a few minutes from the foot of his bed. He looked like a muscle-bound angel sleeping without a care in the world. His blond hair looked almost white against the deep tan of his body. I eased around his bed and knelt beside it. My eyes were instantly drawn to his flaccid cock. It was maybe 5 inches long and very fat with a large purple mushroom shaped head that pointed toward the mattress. I slowly eased onto the bed positioning myself so that his dick was inches from my face. I gently lifted his soft dick with my hand, put the head in my mouth and began slowly sucking. His dick started growing quickly. I've sucked a few dicks before, as you know, but they have always been hard before I got my mouth around them. This was different – a totally soft dick was growing to rock-hardness in my mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. After about thirty seconds Brian's dick was easily nine inches long and so fat I could barely keep it in my mouth. I could feel my pussy getting wet from the thought of having this monster buried deep inside me. I began moving my head back and forth as his dick slid in and out of my mouth. Brian moaned and woke up almost immediately. I felt him stir and he rolled over on his back. I removed his dick from my mouth and held the large member in my hand – the big, purple head pointing straight up.


"Morning, Sis," Brian said matter-of-factly.

I looked up at him. "Happy birthday, Brian," I said smiling. I worked my hand up and down his shaft a few times, barely able to get my hand around the fat thing. "Some pretty impressive equipment you've got here."

"Thanks," he said, "I only dreamed I'd ever get to use it on you."

"I'm your birthday present if you want me," I told him, "Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"Oh, you were doing just fine, Brianne" He said, "Don't let me stop you."

I kissed the head of his dick a few times, gave it a couple of licks like an ice cream cone, and opened my mouth wide letting the bulbous head slip back in. I forced it as deep in my mouth as I could, but it bottomed out in the back of my throat about halfway down the shaft. It was much too fat to push farther down my throat. I worked it in and out, sucking and using my tongue to stimulate the underside of his dick. I could tell by his reaction, that he wasn't far from filling my mouth with a big load of his creamy cum.

Suddenly Brian sat up in bed, and gently placing his hands on the sides of my face, lifted me up until his dick slid easily out of my mouth. It stood straight up at attention, glistening with my saliva.

"You don't like that?" I asked, surprised.

"I love it," He assured me, "But can we do something else?"

"Sure, anything you want. It's your birthday," I reminded him.

Brian was silent. I saw his face begin to turn red. I think he was too embarrassed or too shy to ask for what he wanted. It was sort of hard to figure. After all I'd been sucking his dick for the past five or ten minutes, but what the hell, I guess I could take the lead.

"Would you like to fuck me, Brian?" I asked with as sexy a voice as I could muster.

"Yes," He answered timidly, "Could I?"

It was now obvious that I was going to have to run this show, so I laid it on thick and heavy. "I want you to fuck me, Brian," I said, "I want to feel that big dick of yours deep inside my pussy."

I could tell he liked the dirty talk. He rolled over and opened the drawer of his night stand, taking out a condom.

"We won't need that," I explained, "I'm on the pill. I won't get pregnant. Anyway I want to feel you shoot inside me. I want you to fill my pussy up with your hot cum."

I moved up to the pillow and rolled over on my back. Brian took one of my nipples in his mouth and began sucking. It felt wonderful, but I really did want him to fuck me.

"Please fuck me now, Brian," I begged.

Brian positioned himself over me, his locked elbows keeping his body above me. I reached down and guided his dick so that the big head slightly parted my pussy lips. I braced myself for what I knew would be painful. Brian began his slow descent, his powerful dick inching past my pussy lips to the barrier a couple of inches deep. Feeling the resistance, Brian pushed a little harder and the head of his dick popped through the barrier. I winced as the pain shot through me.

Brian froze. "You OK, Sis?" He asked.

"Yea, I'm OK," I answered, "Just go easy."

Brian remained perfectly still for a few seconds allowing my pussy to become accustomed to the size of this welcome intruder. Slowly he began pushing again and I felt his enormous cock sink deeper into me until it was about halfway in. Then he stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, only to push again a little deeper. He alternated the pushing and pulling, inching a little deeper with each push. It took a few minutes, but soon my little brother had his fat cock as far in me as it would go.

By this time I was acclimated to the size of Brian's dick inside me, so I instinctively told him, "Fuck me, Brian."

He started fucking me with long slow strokes, burying his cock deep inside me, then pulling out until only the head was inside, then another long, slow thrust. He began to increase the rhythm. His strokes became faster and faster. He wasn't going to last very long, but then neither was I. The feeling of that massive dick driving in and out of me was wonderful.

Brian looked in my eyes and said, "I'm going to cum, Sis."

Struggling for breath, I said, "Yes, Brian, come for me. Give me all your cum. Shoot it inside me, Baby"

Brian made one last thrust. His whole body tensed and I felt his dick start pumping on its own. He brought his lips down to mine and we kissed deeply. This pushed me over the edge as I felt waves of orgasm crash over me. I could feel Brian flooding my pussy, his swollen dick pumping load after load of scalding liquid into me. I think we both wanted to scream, but our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss muffled the sound. The pulsating of Brian's cock slowed as our mutual orgasms subsided. I expected him to roll off me to recuperate, but instead he remained with his dick inside me kissing me on the lips, forehead, cheeks, nose and neck. I guess this was his way of thanking me. He put a hand around each of my breasts and pushed them up toward his mouth. He kissed each nipple, then began sucking each one alternately as his dick, still inside me, grew softer. Damn, he was a good lover.

Brian pushed one of my breasts up toward my mouth and smiled at me. I could tell he wanted to see me suck my own tit. Obligingly I stuck out my tongue and licked small circles around the nipple, then opened my mouth, taking in the nipple and sucking hard for him.

"That is so beautiful, Brianna" he said with a smile, "You're so beautiful."

I sucked harder for him. Suddenly I could feel his dick starting to grow again inside me. This was a new sensation for me – a soft dick all the way inside me growing into a raging hard-on. It was rapture. Brian started his in and out thrusts again, but I stopped him and pushed him off me. He looked startled lying there with his cock pointing skyward, shimmering with the wetness of his own cum mingled with my pussy juices. I threw the pillow to the foot of the bed. Turning around, I got on my knees and laid my head on the pillow with my ass high in the air toward Brian. Without hesitation he got on his knees behind me and again positioned his cock at the entrance to my drenched pussy. Slowly again he began to push the massive dick inside me. I love this position. It always feels like a dick can go much deeper from behind.

Brian and I were once again lost in the throes of passion – my begging him to fuck me, and his obliging by pushing hard with long deep strokes.

Suddenly we both heard a familiar, "Ahhemm."

We froze. Standing there, just inside the door, was Mom - her mouth wide open, her eyes as big as saucers, and her hands on her hips.

"What the hell is this?" She asked, astounded.

We were so busted.

Diary, It's 5 PM now and I've been writing for two hours. I'm getting writer's cramp. It's suppertime anyway. I'll tell you the rest later.

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Dear Diary,

I'm back. It's 8 PM now. Let me finish the story I was telling you earlier.

Brian was fucking me doggy-style and Mom busted us. As soon as we saw her, we both scrambled up to the head of the bed, Brian sitting as far to the right as he could get, and me as far to the left. The top sheet and blanket had long ago fallen on the floor, so there was nothing with which to cover ourselves. Brian covered his crotch with his hands, his erection now deflated. I folded my arms to cover my breasts, but my wet, swollen pussy lips were still exposed. Mom moved to the foot of the bed, silently staring at both of us with her hands still on her hips. Her disappointment was evident, her face blushing red as the fiery hair framing her face and flowing across her shoulders and her yellow blouse.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Mom abruptly began to unbutton her blouse. Quickly negotiating the five buttons, she removed the top and tossed it on the floor behind her. She unsnapped her jeans, unzipped the fly, stuck her thumbs under the waistband, and pulled off her jeans and panties together in one quick motion, kicking them both to the side. Mom was actually very sexy standing there in only a bra, which was struggling to restrain the enormous breasts trapped within. Her pussy lips were dark pink and very large, with a small patch of red hair just above them. She reached behind her with both hands and unhooked the white, lace bra. Leaning forward slightly, she let the straps fall from her shoulders and down the length of her arms, freeing her magnificent tits from their confinement. Her breasts were huge pendulous melons with dark pink areolas the size of coffee cups and half-inch, dark red, upturned nipples. I suddenly realized how beautiful my mother was, and how sexy for a woman of 43. Still without saying a word, Mom picked up the pillow that only a few minutes ago I laid my head while my brother pounded my pussy from behind. She tossed the pillow to the head of the bed, where it landed softly between my brother and me. Mom then lifted her tits with both hands and pinched her nipples as she smiled at both of us, her green eyes sparkling like sea foam. She moved onto the bed and slowly walked on her knees toward the other end, her tits bouncing and swaying with every knee-step. When she reached the head of the bed, she lay on her back with her head on the pillow, stretched her arms out behind us and pulled us both toward her. Brian and I looked at each other inquisitively, not sure what Mom wanted us to do. When we were next to her, though, she lifted her breasts with her hands, making her wishes abundantly clear. Simultaneously Brian and I latched on to a nipple and began eagerly sucking like two piglets at feeding time.

Finally Mom broke the extended silence with a loud moan as lips engulfed both of her erect, yearning nipples. "Oh yes, Kids, Suck your mother's tits," She murmured between breaths, her respiration growing rapid, "Suck my tits like you did when you were babies. God, It feels wonderful."

My pussy was starting to get wet again. I looked up at my brother, who was sucking Mom's other tittie with abandon. His dick had already returned to its former state of rigidity, and he was unconsciously humping Mom's leg. She pushed Brian off her tit and spread her legs wide open. I could see the fat lips of her pussy pull apart, revealing a glistening wetness inside. She held Brian's shoulders and pulled him on top of her.

"Fuck me, Brian," Mom commanded, "Put your dick inside your mother's pussy."

Brian took his big dick in his hand and lined it up with Mom's parted pussy lips. I was still sucking her tit, but let go. I had to watch this. Brian began to ease his dick into our mother's pussy very slowly, being careful not to hurt her, just as he had done for me. Instead, Mom wrapped her legs around Brian and dug her heels into his buttocks. She tightened her legs like a vise forcing him into her. At the same time she thrust her pelvis upward to meet the entering shaft. In one violent motion the entire length of Brian's fat cock disappeared inside our mother's greedy pussy. The wince of pain I had proffered when Brian slid his dick into me was absent here. Mom's reaction was a loud sigh of relief and satisfaction.

"Fuck me, Son," Mom screamed, "Fuck me hard with that big dick of yours. Ram that pussy hard, Baby. Keep fucking me till you shoot your cum in me. I want all your dick and I want all your cum. Ooh, Son, Slam that big dick into your mother. Push it in deep, Brian. Fill me up with that beautiful cock. Fuck me like you fucked Brianna, then cum inside me"

It dawned on me that I was fairly quiet during sex, but Mom was very vocal and very loud.

Finally Mom talked to me. "Brianne, come sit on my face, Baby, I want to eat your pussy while Brian fucks me."

I happily complied with her request, but I wondered if she knew that my pussy was full of Brian's spunk. I positioned myself with my knees to either side of my mother's head. I held onto the headboard with my hands and slowly lowered my pussy down onto Mom's waiting mouth. Her tongue immediately shot up inside my pussy. She started licking and sucking the lower part of my pussy while she moved her head back and forth along the slit, causing her nose to stimulate my clit. Damn, she was good at this. Obviously my mother had eaten pussy before. I couldn't help but wonder whose. I could feel my brother's cum flow from me and into my mother's hungry mouth. She anxiously lapped it up like a kitten with a bowl of milk.

Unexpectedly Brian lunged forward, his body becoming motionless. I knew he was pumping his load of cum up into Mom's pussy. Mom tried to scream as she came with him, but my pussy covering her mouth prevented it. Her muffled scream on my pussy, however, felt like the buzz of a vibrator, and I quickly came with them, filling Mom's mouth with my fuck juices to accompany Brian's.

My brother backed his monster cock out of my mother's large pussy and rolled over onto his back, totally spent. I was out of control with passion and sex. I jumped off my mother's face and scrambled quickly between her still widespread legs. Plunging my mouth down to her crotch, I latched onto her open pussy like a parasite, licking and sucking the sticky mixture of Brian's cum and her own cunt juice. I was determined to suck my mother's pussy until it was dry, and I hoped Brian would recover soon. I wanted to feel him shooting his cum in my pussy while I ate his cum from Mom's. He didn't disappoint. He was back in the saddle after only a short respite.

Soon we were all wasted. We lay together on the bed with Mom still in the middle.

I told Mom, "I thought you were mad at us when you first walked in the bedroom."

"I know how it is," She answered with a smile, "Remember, I have a brother too."

"What?" Brian chimed in, "You mean you and Uncle Mark?"

She didn't answer. She just shrugged her shoulders and offered a wicked smile.

I had to press her. "You let Uncle Mark fuck you when ya'll were kids?" I asked.

She answered proudly, "We still love to fuck each other whenever we get the chance.

"Oh, Mom," I begged, "You have to tell us about it."

"I can do better than that," She boasted, "We videotaped a lot of it. I love to watch us together while I play with my toys. I let ya'll see it sometime."

"Mom, I didn't know you were such a horny old broad," I quipped.

"Watch it, Sister," She snapped back sarcastically, "Apparently I'm not too old to keep up with you two and your raging hormones."

"Point taken," I surrendered. 

"Oh, that reminds me," Mom smiled, "Your Uncle Mark is coming to visit for a few days over the Fourth of July weekend."

That's in two weeks. I can hardly wait.

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By the way, Diary, I think I'm probably going to fill these pages up quickly. I need to buy another book.

Love,

Brianne



Dear Diary



It's Sunday night, and I can't sleep. There are so many thoughts running through my head and most are things I wouldn't admit to out loud, but I'll admit them to you, diary, because you're so good at keeping my secrets.

At 25 years old, and having been in the BDSM lifestyle for 5 years, then leaving, I'm feeling a bit lost. I was a S/switch, and primarily found myself in the dominant role most times. There's something about being Domme'd by a curvaceous, delicious, luscious black girl that gets a man right where it matters.

My secret, diary, is coming, I just... let me take a drink of my water, I'm nervous even telling you, because I've never said it aloud. 

The past few days have been hell on my imagination and hell on my ass too! I've been masturbating with a large butt plug and my bullet every day... Well, let me start at the beginning.

I snuck out one day, alone, and went to Dr. Joes, the local sex toy shop, looking for something to put a little bit of a... hitch in my giddy-up. I wandered around for quite a while, finding too many things that were all the same, just different colors. Then, I, quite by chance, stumbled upon the gay men's section. Being a woman, I'm sure I looked a bit out of place amongst the butt plugs and vibrating wands meant for asses, but I fell in love at first lube.

I finally, after spending 20 minutes or more poring over all the toys, found what would prove to be my new best friend: A 5 inch long, purple, gel-lee butt plug. The beautiful thing about it is that it has a head on it shaped like a penis but has a bulbous midsection to it that is about 2 ½ inches in diameter. It slopes down to a much thinner end before the plugged-type flat end comes into play. It looks like two purple balls sitting on top of a stand, with the top ball about ½ the size of the bottom ball.

I took it home and to no avail, attempted to use it that evening. It just wasn't possible for me to get it in, regardless of how many times I pushed more lube into my ass with my finger and put more lube onto the toy itself. 

I felt disappointed but resolved that maybe my eyes were too big for my bum and decided that I would keep it in my dirty drawer and maybe cover it with a condom and use it on a willing male the next time I was involved with one.

But two weeks ago, things changed. I mean, I've always loved anal sex and I've always loved the feeling of having a man push his cock up my bum (My favorite part of the beginning has to be the exquisite pain/pleasure mix when the head of his cock pops through the tight ring of my ass), but this, this is completely different. 

Two weeks ago, I was surfing through my regular message boards and someone had decided to share a video with the rest of us. I took a chance and downloaded it, as I've never downloaded any videos that are posted on those message boards and what I saw... to put it simply, took my breath away.

I immediately opened it when the file finished downloading and began watching it, intent on seeing every second of it. It opened with a very pretty girl, probably mid-20's if I had to guess, completely naked and sitting on a bed. She spoke French and it went perfectly with her appearance. She was (from what I gathered), a blossoming porn-star and wanted to show off her talents in the short film I had downloaded.

They talked back and forth in the lilting language of the French and soon, she nodded her head and beckoned her partner over to the bed. Before I could say "Parle Vous Francais," she had his girthy cock in her mouth, sucking it like she couldn't get enough of it. She wasn't noisy at all, but rather quietly determined to make him be the noisier of the two of them while she worshipped his cock with her pouting lips and warm mouth.

He grabbed her head softly in his big hands. I could see his fingers pulling her hair gently and I could hear him softly moaning, whispering beautiful sounding things in French to her while he slowly fucked her mouth.

It quickly cut, both to my disappointment and then pleasant surprise, to him mounting her on the bed. She was on her knees with her head resting on her arms. He pushed his cock in her ass, and I heard her moan loudly.

By this point, diary, my pussy was dripping wet already and I scooted closer to the monitor, as if I would see more, ha! I unconsciously began to rub my nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse and watched intently as he began to fuck her at a very regular pace.

Her moans were the soundtrack to my life at that moment, they were what I wanted, diary, you know that. I wanted (and still do want) a commanding gentleman to take me by the hair with his left hand and wrap his right hand around my neck while he fucks me in the ass. 

But I'm getting ahead of myself...

He began fucking her faster, and harder. Her head, which was once resting comfortably on her arms, was now bouncing back and forth in time with his thrusts. He kept fucking her... he was slamming his cock into her. The symphony of her moans and his grunts was then joined by the sweet sound of skin against skin. 

I love the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. Not the soft, packing sounds of a punch, but the light, lilting sound of a slap-slap-slap accompanied by moans of pleasure. There's nothing sexier to hear, in my opinion.

Soon, the film cut to the two of them fucking in the same position, just turned around so the camera was filming them from the front rather than the side. I could still see her head bouncing and her shiny, long hair along with it, bobbing in time to the slap-slap-slap and the moans that were screaming out of her.

Oh my god, diary, he was fucking her so hard and fast... I wondered if he was going to hurt her, and I must admit, the thought made my pussy tingle. At the moment I thought it couldn't get any better, he started fucking her with very shallow strokes at the fastest paces I've ever seen or heard a man fuck a woman.

She started screaming at the top of her lungs, uncontrollably screaming. Her face was contorted in a mix of extreme pain and even greater pleasure. My pussy was so wet, I'd made a wet spot through my panties and onto my pants I was wearing. I even had a small orgasm from only nipple stimulation! This had to be the absolute hottest thing I had ever seen and now that I'm writing in you about it, my kitty is getting drenched all over again.

The movie cut again, to my dismay and again, to my pleasure, away from that position to her sitting on top of him. He was still fucking her beautiful bum and I could tell that both of them were getting tired but didn't want to stop. She was so beautiful, the sweat glistening on her face and her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts into her ass. He started again, fucking her hard, and all of a sudden, he began moaning louder, in time with his thrusts and he grabbed her tits in his meaty hands.

She started screaming louder, to the rhythm of him sliding in and out of her. Finally, he grunted loudly, almost as loud as she screamed and he began convulsing slightly, signifying him coming.

All I could think at that moment was, "God, I'd love to have him squirting all that hot jizz into my tunnel."

I couldn't hold myself back any more, I felt like I was going to burst. I practically ran to my room and grabbed my bulbous purple butt plug, resolute on getting it in my bum hole. I knew that I would get it in and I knew that I needed it in me, right then.

I got out my lube and started by getting on my hands and knees. I reached around to my ass and, with a little lube on my hand, as lightly and softly as I could in my aroused state, started massaging my anal opening. God I can almost feel it right now while I'm writing this... It felt so good and so welcome.

Almost instantly, I was able to push my finger into my hole, and it just wasn't enough. I knew that I would have to have my purple pal help me out that day.

I moved near the wall and put a dollop of lube on the head of my butt plug and rubbed it around my ass, getting myself so hot I almost had an orgasm from that stimulation alone! I didn't want to hurt myself, but I wanted it inside me... I wanted it inside me so bad I can't describe it, diary!

Still, I took my time, pushing the head of my plug inside my tight ass as slowly as I could. It felt like forever until I felt that familiar combination of pain and pleasure when the head of a cock pops through that tight opening. 

Once again I had to stop and breathe to stave off orgasm, and I hadn't even touched my clit yet!

It seemed like an eternity that it took me to finally get the toy inside my ass, but with every inch that went in, I had to relax and try to keep myself from coming. I was dripping wet, and the sweet smell of my pussy juice wafted up to my nostrils as I unconsciously moved backward onto my hand, which was holding my butt plug. My inner thighs were wet with the honey I produced and I felt at any moment like I was going to either explode or implode with an orgasm I knew would be unmatched by any other I had ever had.

Finally, gratefully, I got the butt plug inside me and I knew I needed to feel like I was being fucked. I stood up and put my ass against the wall. I bent over from the waist and with both hands, pulled my round, firm ass cheeks as far apart as I could. I pushed back on the wall in a frenzy. I pushed back harder and faster against the wall, feeling the butt plug move inside me in time with my pushing. 

I could hear myself moaning, but I felt like it was something I was hearing, rather than doing. I was in such a heated state, it felt like I was somewhere else.

I felt free to think about anything I wanted, which is why I'm making this entry tonight, to tell you about my fantasy I had.

I saw a tall man, maybe 6 feet tall, of lithe but muscular build and, tanned or light-colored black skin. I saw him in my mind but I felt him in my ass. I felt his big, meaty hands grabbing my tits while he fucked me as hard as he could. I pushed against the wall faster... mimicking what I saw in my mind's eye. 

I saw him grimace and I heard him moan softly while he slammed his thick, veiny cock into my asshole. He bit his bottom lip, groaning in pleasure and he squeezed my boobs as hard as he could, pulling away from them until his fingertips were on my pierced nipples and then, he started twisting them. He pulled and twisted on my nipples while he shoved that huge cock into my tight, hot asshole, wet with lube and pre-cum.

He growled at me, "You like that cock in your ass don't you, slut?"

And I replied, "Yes Sir, I do," breathlessly.

I've never wanted more to be dominated until that moment. That's my secret, diary. I wanted so bad for him to be real, I wanted so much for him to have already cuffed my hands and attached a chain to a collar and fuck me until I couldn't see straight. I saw him fuck me and I felt his hand decisively rest on my throat. As he fucked me harder, the pressure on my neck became more intense. I didn't choke, and I didn't cough, but my breathing was restricted.

"Ask me if you can breathe," He said in the lowest, sexiest voice I've ever heard.

It was faster, and harder that he fucked me. He pulled back on the chain with his free hand, making me involuntarily lean back into him. I pushed my ass farther up in the air, a bitch in heat wanting her master to fuck her like a wanton slut.

I could feel myself pushing against the wall with more force, my melons bouncing and my head held back. 

I finally pushed two fingers from my left hand into my pussy while fucking myself with my butt plug against the wall and almost immediately I came, squirting liquid all over my hand. I screamed, "Oh God, Yes," as I came and I continued fucking myself with my fingers.

I squeezed my right breast with my free hand and pushed back harder onto the wall, feeling my asshole convulse around the plug and my pussy jump around my fingers.

I thought I was going to pass out. I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath and reliving the vision in my mind. 

Everyday for the past two weeks, I've relived this same scenario, with the result being more intense than the day before, diary. I don't know what to do! I guess I'll just have to find the guy in my dreams and let him ream any hole of mine he likes.



Dear Diary



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(Saturday, 2p)

Dear Diary,

Last night I was with Jake. Again. OHMYGOD you just can't imagine how incredi-fucking-ble he is!!! We finally did it. FINALLY. I still have his cum running out of me – I need to shower but I wanted to tell you about it while it was still fresh – the memories, that is, not the cum in my panties. 

Anyway, he took me to this frat party, and we ended up in some back room. The only light was from this really cheesy lava lamp, and I'd smoked a bowl with Becca before we went, so I was all relaxed and shit. I wanted to suck his dick, so he let me. Let's just say I about fell out of my pants when he pulled out that monster. I swear it had to be at least 18" – as long as my forearm almost! No wonder his frat brothers call him the Anaconda. I think that's a snake, isn't it? My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon! But I digress....

I could barely get my hand around him, and there was no way that big boy was gonna fit down my throat. But using two hands and a heck of a lot of tongue action and suction, I managed to get him groaning and moaning. It didn't take long before he was begging to fuck me, just like I wanted him to. But first, I made him eat me. He licked my cunny like a man in the desert, and when he started sucking on my perfect little clit, well, I about saw stars. I was climbing the walls I wanted that hunk of man meat in me so bad. I think there may have been a few other guys in the room, but I didn't care. Jake was all I could think of – that, and his enormous dick. I thought only black men had dicks that big, but I guess maybe not. 

Before I really had time to think, Jake bent me over the pool table, which was good – I didn't want to see that big log of his aiming at my tight, tiny little cunny. But I sure could feel it. Every single inch, going deeper and deeper – I had no idea I could stretch that far. Thank god he went slowly, but I could feel every ridge and vein as he slid in, and I was beginning to think he'd never get it inside me all the way when I felt his balls slap my thighs. 

He reached around me and grabbed my titties. I think he might have made some comment about how perfectly perky they were. For what I spent on them, they better be! Just cuz god didn't give me a perfectly matched set of 36DDs didn't mean I didn't deserve them! He was pulling and twisting my swollen nipples and kneading my tits, all the while he was pounding me with that gargantuan dick of his. God it felt so good. I've never been fucked like that before, ya know? I guess Candi was right – a good fucking with a dick that size can make you forget about everything, and I think the weed must have helped. Being relaxed like that made it easier to fit him inside me.

I was begging him to make me cum – but he just laughed. That really pissed me off, until I felt someone down below us on the floor spread my legs and start sucking my clit like a peppermint. That finally set me over the edge – that and Jake sticking his wet finger up my ass. And when I started cumming, he shot what must have been a quart of cum inside me. I could feel it being squeezed out – cuz he was still shoving that monster inside me – and it was running down my thighs like a river. The next thing I knew, he had me flipped over and was feeding me his big dick again – I swear I'll never look at a cucumber the same way again – and told me I had to lick him clean cuz he didn't want to go home all sticky. That's when some guy busted out his camera phone and started taking pictures of me with that baseball bat of Jake's halfway down my throat. Call me a slut, but at that point I just didn't care. Someone was still licking my clit and fingering me, and I squeezed out another little O before Jake finally pulled out of my mouth and put his big beefsteak away.

Damn, that was good. I finally figured out who was eating me out that whole time, and I have to say I was quite surprised. It was Becca of all people – I had no idea that girl played for both teams! And we have a study date this afternoon – I think I might just be studying anatomy with her instead of B-law. She has this fucking gorgeous set of titties that I can't wait to get my hands on. Talk about perfect. I wonder if she bought hers too. I bet her nipples are huge.

I'd better go shower before Becca gets here. Don't want her having sloppy seconds! 

XOXOXO....me

(Saturday, 9p) Dear Diary,

Becca came over tonight, and ohmygod I cannot believe that girl! She is soooo sexy. Her tits are these little georgia peach things with these chocolate nipples that taste so sweet – like little candy corn on my tongue. Needless to say, we did not get any studying done, but I don't care. She hardly sat down on the bed with her B-law book when I just couldn't help it – I had to kiss her. I'd never really kissed a girl before, but it's so much better than kissing most guys. She was so soft and gentle, it was kind of dreamy. She pushed me back on the bed and pinned me down while she kissed me some more, rubbing her crotch on mine, and I got so wet. It felt so wrong, but so right, ya know? I can't believe I'm actually admitting this, but hell – no one will know unless they read my diary, right?

She told me to just lay back and enjoy it, and then she kissed her way down my neck to my titties. She pulled on my nipples and sucked 'em like they were little lemon drops. Fucking amazing, I tell ya. Before I knew what was happening, she had me on all fours and she was sucking my cunnie like she did last night. I swear I came so hard I almost passed out.

Of course I had to return the favor, so I told her to undress for me and then I kissed her from head to toe before getting lost in that little shaved snatch of hers. She tasted like seawater, which wasn't what I expected at all. I wasn't sure what to do, but she had no problem telling me what she liked – three fingers shoved up her hole and my lips holding on tight to her clit while I strummed it with my tongue. She was grabbing and pulling on those nipples of hers, stretching 'em out so they looked like tootsie rolls, and when she came she gushed all over the place. I'd heard my brother talk about girls who squirted, but this was like a flood. It was freakin' cool, getting her off like that. 

We ended up in the shower together helping each other soap up and shit, and then we ended up going out for nachos. Good sex always makes me hungry.

I think I might go out with Becca again tomorrow night... Should I wear something sexy for her? Hard to believe a week ago, dressing sexy for a woman never crossed my mind, and now it's all I can think about...

XOXOXO...me

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Dear Diary



Thursday 21st 10.17pm

I'm finally here!! I still can't quite believe it. The room is okay, not too big, but there's enough room for all my things. No idea when my roomy is gonna turn up, but hopefully she's alright to live with.

Mum and Dad left about two hours ago. Mum actually cried which was sad, but she slipped me some cash when Dad was taking the empty boxes back to the car – bless her for that. Should pay for a few drinks down the student bar tomorrow night!!

I have checked out the student services and stuff. I picked up a whole list of useful things to know, although hopefully I won't need the counsellor or anything. I have met one or two of the other students so far, but none I really like all that much. I guess that there will be plenty of time for that over the next week or so.

I am actually missing Jez a little tiny bit. I didn't think I would – especially not after the way he behaved that last night. God, all those things he did, I was shocked. I suppose I should have known that when he asked me to come and spend the evening at his house (and his mum was out), he was going to want more than a cuddle.

We were sat on his Mum's sofa watching that new Russell Crowe DVD. I was getting totally into the film as I had not seen it before. The next thing I know, Jez's hand is round my front and he is touching my boob.

He acted all innocent of course when I said, "What are you doing?" 

We carried on watching the film for a while until, once again, his hand touched my boob accidentally on purpose. I have to admit that it felt pretty good, but as I am not that kind of girl, I told him to get off.

He got all sulky then and moved away. Silly me, I felt sorry for him and asked him to come back for a cuddle. We lay down along the settee and I rested my head on his shoulder. It was all nice and warm and after a while I began to feel too hot, so I sat up to remove my jumper, throwing it on to the floor before lying back down.

Now I didn't think my tee-shirt was all that tight, but Jez said it was very sexy. I suppose now that I think about it, it does cling to my chest in all the right places. It is also white and since I had a black bra on, it could be construed as provocative.

Well whatever, Jez seemed to like it rather a lot. We lay down, still supposed to be watching the film. I was, but he wasn't... Next thing I knew, he's feeling my tits and rubbing his fingers across my nipples.

For a moment I let him – I was enjoying it – then I move to sit back up in outrage. 

"Please show me your boobs," he pleaded with me, despite my cross expression. "You'll be gone tomorrow and I need something to remember you by!"

"That's a terrible reason!" I had to laugh at that. 

He pulled such a sweet expression, how could I refuse? Before I really had time to think about it, I whipped my tee shirt off and sat there in my black bra. The DVD was still playing behind us, but we had stopped watching by now. (I never did see the end of the film)

Jez seemed pretty overawed by my tits which was rather nice. I do have great tits though. Even Jessica Smith has said I have the best breasts in our year. They are not the biggest, but they are the shapeliest, plus I have lovely long nipples which stick out at least an inch when they get hard.

I like to make my nipples hard sometimes, by rubbing them between my fingers and thumb. It feels really nice when I play with them. I have even found that I can suck my own nipples if I pull them towards my mouth. It feels totally amazing when I do that.

Anyway, here I was sat in my bra with Jez's tongue practically on the carpet. He reached out to squeeze them and although I should have, I didn't stop him.

"Will you take your bra off for me?" he asked with a hopeful smile. "Please..."

Well, he asked so nicely, I could hardly say no could I?

I undid my bra and threw it on the floor, allowing him to cop a good look at my gorgeous breasts. He seemed spellbound for a few minutes and he just sat there, staring transfixed at my glorious mounds of flesh.

I was beginning to feel extremely hot and tingly with him staring at my tits. It was rather a turn on that he found them so sexy. "Do you like my boobs?" I asked him teasingly; cupping them just to show him how nice they felt.

He just groaned and squirmed around on the settee. 

"Do you want to play with them?" I asked, really getting into the whole thing now. 

"Can I?" he said, his eyes lighting up as if it were Christmas, (which I suppose in some ways it was for him).

I nodded and he reached out to touch them. He was rather rough at first, until I squealed and he got the hint. He pinched my nipples firmly and it felt so good. It made little electric shocks go all the way down to my pussy and I was enjoying it more than I thought possible.

Next thing I knew, he was sucking my tits like a hungry baby. His hot, wet mouth was slurping all over my boobs, licking and sucking my huge nipples. God I was in heaven with that going on. I could hear moaning and groaning in the background, but it took me a while to realise it was me.

Jez was thoroughly enjoying himself now and I was totally getting into this. His hands were all over my tits and I was becoming more and more turned on. Part of me knew that I should have stopped him before it got out of hand, but I couldn't seem to make the words come out of my mouth.

Then he took advantage of my confused state and unzipped his jeans before I had any idea what he was doing. When I saw his cock, I nearly died! It was HUGE! I have only ever seen cocks in dirty magazines before, so a real life cock was something new to me. 

Harriet bought one of her brother's porno magazines to school and we all had a good look through it during lunch break. At the time I thought it was all slightly disgusting. I can still remember the picture of the woman with a man's cock in her mouth. It seemed too big to fit in, but she was smiling, her red lips stretched around the thick swollen shaft so we all supposed she liked the taste.

Then there were the pictures of the women's private parts. Everyone made gagging noises at those, but I liked those pictures the best. I thought they were rather sexy and I wanted to see them again. Especially the one of the man sticking his cock into the woman's pussy... God that was sexy. She certainly seemed to be enjoying it too; her face was all screwed up and dreamy looking.

Well I digress; Jez was sat on the sofa in front of me, his cock out and a pained expression on his face. At this point, I was kneeling on the floor with my tits in his face. Before I realised what he was doing, he had pushed my boobs together and was rubbing his cock between them.

I looked down in surprise to see the purple cock head poking up and down between my tits. He looked like he was in heaven! I had to admit, it did feel pretty nice for me too and I squeezed my breasts together to help him.

Suddenly he made a funny grunting noise and all this white stuff spurted out of his cock. God it went everywhere. It fired all over my boobs, up into my face and hair, and some of it even splattered on to the carpet!!

I was shocked! I never expected this at all and I don't think he did. He pulled away really fast and I was left there, white gunky stuff all over my bare boobs while he shot into the bathroom.

That wasn't the worst of it however. I heard the front door open and next thing I know, his mum walks in. Oh fuck, I thought...

Well that took some explaining I can tell you! It's just as well I can think on my feet. I told her that I had spilt yoghurt and had been forced to take my tee-shirt off to wipe up the mess from the carpet. I really don't think she believed me at all, but luckily for me, she was so busy staring at my boobs, she couldn't speak.

I quickly got dressed and ran out of the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to Jez – not that he was anywhere in sight. I managed to arrive home without any further incident and my parents said nothing at all; although my Mum looked at me suspiciously. It was only when I went to my room that I realised I had put my tee-shirt on inside out. Oh well, never mind...

Jez texted me later and said he was sorry about what happened. I knew he was lying but I said it was okay. He asked if we could see each other next time I was back from College and I said maybe. He said he loved me, but I didn't reply. I know he didn't really mean it anyway. 

It's not like I am gonna be going home for a while so by the time I do, he'll be seeing someone else. I know Susie Wrightson was after him, so no doubt she'll have gotten lucky soon. I do miss him though and I feel quite sad that we have split up.

Still, plenty more fish in the sea and all that stuff my Mum waffles on about. 

Right, I'm gonna go to sleep now. I'm totally worn out from moving all my stuff here. Roll on tomorrow night and the Friday 'new student' night at the bar!! Hopefully it should be fun!!

Will let you know... 



Dear Diary



Dear Diary:

Well, the secret between Mom and me is out, at least to Janet. It happened last night.

I've been seeing Janet for several months now. She's a great girl, and so enthusiastic about scat. But I hadn't told her the truth about how I got into it though, because I was afraid it would shock her too much. Yesterday, I finally brought her home to meet Mom.

We arrived at Mom's house about noon, and to my relief the two of them hit it off right away. All three of us talked up a storm over lunch, and then we went out together for some shopping and a movie. I was so pleased to see how they instantly connected in so many ways, almost like a mother and daughter who hadn't seen each other for sometime.

When we got back, Mom offered to just stay home and have dinner by herself if we wanted to go out and spend some time alone, but both of us protested that we were having too much fun with her. We decided to all stay in and cook dinner together. Mom and Janet cooked, and we had a great dinner, all of which took hours and hours, though the time went by like minutes. We drank a couple bottles of wine, and had a nice buzz on.

Then Mom said she'd go to bed and leave us kids alone. We protested, but she wouldn't listen. She'd just pop into the shower and then read for awhile in her room. The rest of the house was ours she said, and she went in for her shower. Both Janet and me wanted to fuck in front of the fireplace, but she was nervous about Mom. I told her not to worry, Mom would leave us alone and we could do anything we wanted -- even play with scat. Janet was skeptical, but she got into her nightie and I put a robe on in preparation for our fun. We lit a fire in the fireplace, turned out the lights and got some cheese and more wine.

Just as we were about to settle down for some delicious filthy fucking, I heard Mom coming out of the bathroom. She called out "good night" to us from around the corner, and Janet called "good night" back, but I shouted for Mom to come in and give us kisses goodnight.

She came into the living room, wrapped in her thick white terry cloth robe. I got a peck on the cheek and then she gave Janet a hug and a kiss good night.

"Mom," I said, "at least sit down and have one more glass of wine with us before you go to bed!"

She hesitated, but Janet grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the floor with us. We poured her a glass of wine and she stretched out in front of the fire. We talked, about the day, the movie we'd seen, old love affairs -- whatever came to our minds and hearts. Mom stretched out on her side in front of the fire, supporting her head in one hand, elbow to the floor, holding her wine glass in the other hand. We drank and nibbled on cheese, feeling more and more relaxed and free with each other.

At one point, she shifted to get more comfortable, and her robe fell open from her feet nearly to her crotch, exposing her lovely firm thighs. Janet tried to avert her eyes, but they kept returning to Mom's legs, and the barely concealed triangle of fur that marked their culmination.

Now, I said to myself, is the time to give Janet a hint of the truth about my relationship with my Mother. I reached out for Mom's robe, certain that Janet would assume I was going to pull it closed around her out of modesty, but instead let my hand fall on Mom's leg. I stroked her absent- mindedly, which caused not the slightest interruption in Mom's conversation. In fact, I thought I detected a slight spreading of her legs, and so encouraged, by her or by my own desires, caressed her leg further up, along her inner thigh.

My eyes met Janet's, and acknowledged the truth of the suspicion that leaped into her mind. Her face told me she couldn't believe what she was seeing, that it was too impossible to be true, that she must be misunderstanding what was happening. I squashed Janet's doubts but pushing Mom's robe further apart, and openly petting my darling mother's soft, dense, furry love box. Mom's breathing deepened ever so slightly, and she spread her legs a bit further apart and thrust her hips forward, undeniably assisting me in my efforts.

All this time, our conversation had continued, so uninterrupted that a tape recording of it would have revealed nothing of what was actually happening, would not have captured the slightest evidence of any disturbance or uneasiness between us.

Mom and Janet looked at each, Mom's eyes revealing all, pleading for Janet's understanding and acceptance, or at the very least tolerance. Janet's eyes responding unmistakably, with a surge of love and completely embracing the relationship this woman had established with her son. It had taken only a split second for Mom's eyes to pose this question, and for Janet's to respond. No words were necesssary.

Mom put her wine glass down and extended an arm to Janet, inviting her to come close. Janet leaned over and the two women, my Mom and my girlfriend, kissed -- sweetly, tenderly, longingly, passionately, their mouths communicating the reality of what the eyes only hinted at. They touched, tasted, then devoured each other, their mouths and tongues and lips interpenetrating as no other organs could.

Finally, they broke their embrace. A little tipsy, Janet got to her feet.

"Be right back. Have to tinkle," she said.

Mom took her hand, holding her back.

"Don't go, you'll break the mood."

"There'll be a mess on the floor if I don't," Janet laughed.

Mom tossed off the last of her wine and handed the empty glass to Janet.

"Use this."

Janet looked at me, her eyes wide. I smiled "yes" to her. A bit uncertain, she squatted in front of us and positioned the wine glass between her legs, the rim just touching her beautiful mound. Mom was transfixed. I felt a rush of wetness over my fingers from Mom's pussy, and gently twisted two fingers deeper into her. Janet concentrated on her business, but as the pee started to trickle out into the glass, confirming her aim, she looked up to see the pure lust animating Mom's face and my fingers turning inside her pussy. Janet's hand trembled. Janet's stream surged, and the loud splash of swirling golden fluid mixed with the fire's crackling. The nectar foamed, and the delightfully piquant smell of ammonia wafted over us. My hand was soaked with juices from Mom's pussy, and with a suppressed moan she came, spasmodically clutching my fingers inside her.

Janet's stream trickled to a stop, and she squeezed the last few drops out with her fingers. Janet looked for an out-of- the-way spot to set the glass down, but Mom intervened.

"Don't I get my glass back?" she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. --"

"Now, I thought we'd agreed. My name is Gloria -- or if you like, you can call me Mom. After that kiss, I feel as close to you as a daughter."

Janet handed Mom the glass.

"Thank you -- Mom."

Mom brought the glass to her nose and inhaled deeply. The effervescent pee sparkled in the fire light, reflections from the glass and urine dancing over my mother's face. She took a sip, her red lips dipping into the steaming fresh brew. Her eyes closed, savoring the flavor. She rolled a mouthful around on her tongue, then swallowed.

"Oh my," she said softly, "wonderful, just wonderful. The first taste tells so much, don't you think?"

I reached for the glass. The aroma of Janet's pee, which I knew so well already, filled my nose. I took a sip, and a bouquet of new flavors emerged, set off by the fire, Mom's presence and the feelings circulating between us. I passed the glass to Janet. She raised it to us in salute, then sipped. We passed the glass around until it was drained.

The warmth of the fire, the soothing wine, and Janet's salute encouraged us to shed our few garments and indulge ourselves in a round of petting, caressing and kissing. We snuggled closer, the better to reach each other, and explored.

To give Janet a special treat, Mom and I fell into each other's embrace, and hugged and caressed and kissed in ways that few mothers and sons have the privilege to enjoy. We were at our most tender with each other, and also our fiercest, stroking and touching and intertwining limbs and hands and mouths and tongues. Janet sat back at this moment, leaving the two of us to pour out our passion for each other, witnessing the love that was possible when two people of the same flesh acknowledged and released the desire that was born the moment the one gave birth to the other. Mom and I restrained ourselves from the ultimate consummation, however, in unspoken mutual agreement, reserving that for later, after our main objective of the evening had been accomplished.

Mom and Janet were playing with my cock, sucking it and sharing my balls -- and each other's wet mouths and tongues, when I began to caress Mom's back and buttocks. Leaving off my cock, she curled her body around and pushed her ass up against me hand in encouragement. I petted her lovely round bottom, kneaded the two cheeks, ran my hand between them and pulled them apart. Mom responded, pulling her knees under her, thrusting her ass up into the air, toward the warming fire.

Janet joined me, admiring my Mom's bottom, caressing her butt cheeks, her thighs, and fondling her swollen pussy, staring back at us, wet and open and luscious. The site of that sloppy open passage, the one through which I'd come into the world, always sent my cock throbbing with hot desire. I'd doggy fucked Mom many times over the years, but the sight of her rounded ass and slim waist below me urged me to mount her yet again, but I held off, our objective literally within smelling distance.

I slipped a pillow to Mom for her head, and she lowered her shoulders to the floor, presenting us with the most cock- / cunt-warming view imaginable. Janet and I positioned ourselves on opposite sides of her ass. Together, we pulled Mom's ass cheeks apart and gazed at her lovely dark, deep hole. It has long ago lost its smooth girlish pinkness -- a smooth pink I remember from boyhood -- and now was permanently crinkled and stained a deep lovely brown. Mom complained about this, but I always assured her it made her hole even lovelier to my eyes.

Janet bent her head and kissed that delicious bum-hole. Mom shivered as the warm wetness of Janet's mouth and tongue made contact with her flesh. Janet licked, showing me her tongue sliding up and down in Mom's crack, from pussy to nearly the small of her back. I stroke Janet's back as she licked Mom, down around Janet's own ass, fingering her hole and then her pussy. Janet pressed her tongue into Mom's hole, twisting it in, thrusting it in and out. Mom moaned in pleasure at Janet's expert rimming. My girl friend came up for air, and I immediately took her mouth to mine, sucking and licking the taste of my own mother's hole from her mouth. Then it was my turn. I breathed lightly on Mom's anus to announce my presence, then a rapid series of light kisses all around it. Next, very light flicks of the tongue, teasing her hole in a way that years of experience told me would drive her wild. Janet could see we were long time lovers of each other's bodies. Then, I tasted deeply, pressing my tongue hard against that brown crinkled hole of dark desire, flecks of bitterness bursting on my tongue and dissolving with the promise of more to come. I reached in with my tongue, felt her hole relax, pulled her hips tightly to me, and dove into her rectal chamber. Something stirred inside, just out of reach, her turn to tease me now. I sucked to pull it forward, but she held it back, giggling at her trick. I uncorked my tongue from her ass, and Janet went for my mouth, her turn now to suck Mom's dirt-taste from my mouth. After a minute, I pulled away and whispered to Janet: "Finger her love."

She wet a finger in her mouth and then slipped it into Mom's ass. Mom groaned as Janet twisted her finger in deep.

"Find anything?" I asked.

"Yes!" she breathed back at me, looking up. She twisted her finger inside Mom, then carefully pulled out. A soft dark brown gob of excrement clung to the tip. She was going to pop it into her mouth quickly, so Mom wouldn't see, but I grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Mom," I called gently, "look at this." I pulled Janet's hand around so Mom could see it as she looked back. Janet resisted, thinking how ashamed she would feel when my Mom expressed shock and disgust.

But instead, Mom smiled a lovely lustful shit-eating grin and licked her lips.

"Give it to her baby," I said to Janet. Janet extended her hand and Mom turned around, took it in her own and pulled the dirty finger into her mouth. The secret was out -- Mom was a shit-eater just like her son.

Mom gazed right into Janet's eyes as she sucked on her finger. Janet was a bit shell-shocked I think, taken completely by surprise by the turn of events. Finally Mom gave Janet her finger back.

"Mom, I hope there's more where that came from," I said to her. Mom looked at Janet to gauge her reaction, then nodded her head.

"It's OK, Mom," I said. She put her head back down on the pillow, and tightened her muscles. I stroked Mom's ass again, drawing Janet's attention to Mom's anus.

Both of us gazed at the puckering ring, gaping open then squeezing tight again. Janet's breathing deepened until she was almost gasping. I stroked her, reassured her that what was happening was real. Mom strained, then took a breath and pushed. A grunt escaped her lips. Her hole gaped open, and the tip of a turd appeared briefly before disappearing again.

"We saw it, Mom," I said, "keep pushing."

"What did you see, baby," she whispered back to me.

"Your turd, Mom, a lovely firm turd for me and Janet."

"Ohhhhhhh," escaped from Janet's lips.

Mom pushed again, and a lovely glistening ball pushed her hole apart.

"Do you want me to lick it?" I asked Janet. She nodded yes.

I leaned down, my tongue out and touched the protruding brown cap. I ran my tongue over it, tasting the velvety smooth coating, feeling the thickening layer building up on my tongue. Mom held it in place as long as she could, then relaxed, and the turd disappeared again into her bowels.

I showed Janet my tongue and she sucked it.

"Your turn next lover," I said to her.

Mom pushed again, a long sustained push, and the turd reappeared, thick and firm, flowering out of her dark hole. She held it in place, protruding several inches out of her anus. Janet leaned down and avidly licked at the dark brown mass, glistening in the firelight. Mom pushed a bit more. Janet, her mouth wide open, swooped down and engulfed the thick pillar of excrement.

"Janet's sucking your turd, Mom," I moaned. "She's sucking it just like she sucks my shitty cock after I ass fuck her."

"Oh yes, suck it Janet, taste my shit in your mouth darling," Mom gasped.

Janet pulled up, her teeth dragging along the chocolate cylinder, cutting grooves in it as the shit curled into her mouth. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I leaned down and put my mouth to Mom's excrement. Janet's lips were thick with filth, her lips dripping with shit liquefying in her mouth. She was in heaven, savoring the heavy, rich, spice excreted by Mom's bowels. She rubbed her fingers on her lips, smearing the shit over them, pushing it into her mouth.

Mom looked back, on fire at the site of this beautiful young girl's lips and face smeared with her own feces, at the sight of Janet licking her lips with so much obvious pleasure and perverted lust. Mom pulled Janet to her, to her mouth, and they locked lips, licking and sucking each other, sharing the depraved joy of tasting and eating and sharing shit.

By the time she and Janet and cleaned their mouths out with each other's tongues, I had smoothed out the grooves in Mom's massive turd.

"Oh," Mom whispered, "I can't hold it any longer. It's coming out."

Thinking fast, Janet reached for the cheese plate, now with only a bit of cheese left on it. I pushed Mom's bottom back and down and she held the plate under Mom's hole.

"This way we can all share it," Janet said, grinning. Mom looked back, smiling in return.

Janet held the plate as Mom pushed. The thick log, stretching Mom's hole to the point where she groaned in discomfort, inched out. Janet pressed the edge of the plate to Mom's buttocks, to catch the turd and support it. The log slid out onto the plate, like a dark steaming glacier, picking up cubes of cheese as it went. Finally, with a groan from Mom, the end of the turd emerged and the whole turd plopped onto the plate. Mom's hole gasped open, pulsated and throbbed, and slowly, ever so slowly began to close. Her anus was ringed with shit that curled off the turd as Mom pushed it out. As Janet put the plate down, I inserted my finger into Mom's hole. It was still so wide open I could put my finger all the way in without touching the inside of her sphincter. I put my mouth to her hole, inserted my tongue, and waited as her muscle contracted, closing around my tongue. Playfully, Mom squeezed her bottom, gripping my tongue, then expelling it. I quickly attacked back, wildly licking at her asshole, polishing it clean with my tongue.

Mom sat up, stretched like a cat, and broke into a big grin. Janet and I joined her, showing off our dark brown lips and the bits of shit stuck between our teeth.

Then, it was time to relax and gather ourselves. We sat in a circle in front of the fire, passing the plate around. I opened another bottle of wine -- a fortissimo Barolo to match the spicy richness of Mom's excrement -- and refilled everyone's glass. As the plate came around, each of sliced off a piece and popped it into our mouth. We actually said very little, certainly not the high-spirited chattering of before, but simply luxuriated in each other's presence. A touch or caress here, a look there. The smells of our filthy play filled the room -- and our nostrils as we munched. The fire burned lower, and I tossed another log on to the grate.

Both of us shook our heads. We talked about our experiences. Janet told us how she'd gotten into scat play, and Mom told her about us. She was a bit shocked to hear how young I'd been when we started together, but seeing that Mom and me were obviously so close and loving put her mind at ease.

Finally, the plate was clean. We swished the last of the wine around in our mouths to clean them.

"How are you two doing?" Mom asked. "Tired? Feeling queasy at all?"

We shook our heads.

"You should be the one to be tired, not us!" Janet said.

"I'm not that old!" Mom laughed. "I'd like to play some more, if you two are up to it."

We both smiled and reached for her for a kiss.

Copyrited 05-05-07



Dear Diary



Sunday, November 3, 2005

Dear Diary, 

Even though I'm an adult, Daddy still insists I return home by midnight and be in bed by 12:30. I'd like to leave and start my own life but then I worry about Daddy being alone. I remember how upset Daddy was when Mommy left. I didn't want to put Daddy through that experience again so I'm staying. 

Daddy seems to be very affectionate. He's never yelled at me or anything, but I feel he's still in the belief that I'm still the shy little girl he raised from infancy.

I woke up this morning at 6 a.m., a little earlier than I usually would on a Sunday, and went downstairs for breakfast. I was in the mood for fruit and there was a fresh bowl of strawberries in the fridge which I decided to help myself to in addition to a cold glass of milk. Daddy was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up. Daddy usually wakes me up. It was very quiet, save for the sound of birds, children playing, and cars outside. I put on some music, soft rock, to take my mind off the silence. 

The berries were very sweet but very juicy and I had to lean forward over my bowl so the juice wouldn't drip down into my cleavage and stain my teddy. 

It was 7 a.m., I'd almost forgotten I had an appointment for Brazilian wax job, having my legs waxed, and my eyebrows and upper lip done, and a facial at 9 a.m. I was a bit unsure about the wax because I had heard and read that Brazilian waxes were the most painful and degrading procedures known. I finished my breakfast, cleaned and put away my dishes, then went upstairs to shower. I had an hour and a half before I had to leave and I planned to take my time. It's hard to rush when you're taking a shower. Probably the best thing about having a removable showerhead is when I clean between my legs. It has three different settings- gentle, massage, and bullet. I had the water set on massage, holding it against my pussy it felt like a thousand gentle kisses on my clitoris. I had never masturbated before. Daddy was so crazy about keeping me a virgin. If I masturbated Daddy would smell the aftermath of my orgasm and assume I'd brought a boy home with me to spend the night. I spent about thirty minutes under the water, then turned off the water, got out to dry off, then went to my room to get dressed. 

I was going to have to get naked for the wax job so I just put on a black skirt and a light blue tank top, underneath I wore a black lacy bra and matching panties with black two-inch heels. It was sunny outside, not a cloud in the sky. I didn't think I would need a jacket but I brought one just incase it got windy. 

Daddy was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him. Daddy gets very angry if he's woken up too early, his eyes get red and he looks scary. His first priority is to find the shot gun. Instead I went to his room and left him a note saying I'd gone out and I would be home around 3 p.m., next to his bed. 

At the spa the receptionist told me that the staff thought I should go through with the wax job first and then the facial because the wax would take the longest. Sadly to say the person who was going to do the job was a man. Daddy couldn't even match up to the muscle and bulk this man carried. I asked if there were any women available but I was informed that this man, Dr. Jones, was the only person qualified for the job. For one hundred and seventy five dollars he had better be qualified. He promised to be a gentlemen but I was still unsure. He requested I strip naked. I did and then got on the table. He began by applying talcum powder to my pussy, "my modesty" as he called it. Then Dr. Jones applied hot wax to the specific area, then applied a wax strip and gave a quick, firm pull. There was a loud ripping sound. It FUCKING hurt like hell! I tried not to scream but a faint cry did escape my lips and my eyes shut tight. Dr. Jones just laughed and said, "That's alright honey, you can cry," and then went on with his work, all the while he was asking me to put myself in all these awkward and degrading positions- ankles over head, on all fours, spread eagle... I almost felt like breaking out in waterfall tears right then and there. When it was all over Dr. Jones rubbed some shea butter over my pussy and between my ass. He said it would help to soothe the pain. I felt he was just looking for an excuse to touch me more between my once-private region. Dr. Jones then asked me to get dressed, then told me to lie down again on the table and pull up my skirt. He did the same thing only this time he didn't use the talcum powder, he just applied the hot wax to my left leg and repeated the same procedure he had done on my pussy and then moved on to my left leg. He rubbed shea butter on my legs and then moved on to my face. It was less painless than having my pussy and legs waxed. Dr. Jones finished and said, "All done, see that wasn't so bad." I wished I had brought Daddy's shot gun. I'd have blown his brains out all over the wall for the hell he had put me through. Then Dr. Jones said, "come back once every three weeks, it won't be so painful." 

Sick perv! I thought to myself.

Afterwards the facial was much more soothing. I had a woman this time, she was very nice and her name was Cindy. She was just a little taller than me with brown hair pulled back in a bun and green eyes. She asked me to strip to my undergarments but I would be laying under a thin flannel blanket. She dimmed the lights and five cinnamon candles and put on a CD that incorporated the sounds of nature with soft flute music. Needless to say I fell asleep there on the table but I woke up in the middle of a forest. 

It was dark, but all the trees and bushes were lit up with fireflies and the flowers were glowing pink, blue, red, orange, and yellow. I was laying naked on a straw matt, in the center was a bottle of red wine. Cindy was there, naked as well but she was wearing a black strap-on dildo and her hair was down, it fell over her shoulders and down her back in tight curls. I was jealous of my own short hair that fell just down to my shoulders. In the dim light my skin looked white but Cindy's was this golden tanned color. Cindy reached for the bottle of wine, uncorked it, and presented it to my lips. It was unexpected and instead of me sipping the wine it dripped down my chin and down my belly and between my legs. Cindy put the bottle down and pushed me on my back and licked up from my pussy, up my belly, between my breasts, my neck, my chin, and to my lips. Her kiss and lips were sweet, mingled with the strong taste of the wine. I worried someone would see us but it appeared to be just the two of us. Cindy kissed down my neck and lazily circled each of my nipples with her tongue, I felt the head of the dildo rubbing, probing, teasing my clit. My pussy was tingling and I could feel myself getting wet. Cindy was kissing my collarbones and my shoulders, then she turned me on my belly and raised my bum and spread my legs. I felt the dildo enter me quick and easy but it was huge and I felt it expanding inside me as Cindy slowly rocked her hips back and forth. The head of the dildo probed my g-spot, stroking my insides. It felt so good. Cindy moaned with me and grasped my breasts tightly, resting against me and biting into my shoulder. She was moving faster now, pushing the dildo deeper. I cried out, I could feel my muscles clenching around the dildo. Then Cindy gave a harsh thrust of her hips and I screamed my orgasm. There was a blast of light and I opened my eyes. 

It had only been a dream, but I could feel that my panties were wet. My nipples were straining against the fabric of my bra. Cindy was standing over me and asking me if I was alright. I told her yes and that I had just fallen asleep. Cindy told me it was natural and that the same thing had happened to a lot of her clients. I felt my face burning so I got dressed quickly, paid for their services, and then drove home as quickly as I could without breaking the speed limit or getting pulled over. 

Surprisingly Daddy was still sleeping when got home but he had moved to the couch. It was normal for Daddy. He often slept a lot on weekends. In his hand was a crumpled piece of paper. It was my note. I didn't want to move Daddy, he looked so peaceful. I covered him in my jacket and tiptoed upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed brushing my hair, all the while thinking about my dream. I wanted it to have all been real. I could smell my arousal. It was still very strong. I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I put my brush down and went to the door, my fingertips barely touched the handle when it flew open. It smacked me in the face with the force of a cinderblock and sent me flying backwards to the bed. I landed on my back, I covered my face with my hands. I tasted blood. I couldn't tell whether or not if my nose was broken or not. I felt a heavy pressure over me. I opened my eyes. Daddy was on top of me. His eyes were blazing red and I could see the dark veins bulging from his forehead. 

"Where the hell were you?" Daddy demanded. 

"I went out, I had an appointment Daddy. I didn't want to wake you so I left you a note," I said. 

WHAM! 

The force of Daddy's large hand crashing against the side of my face sent my head spinning. Daddy slapped me again and again. 

"The next time you leave the house you better tell me face to face where you're going!" Daddy shouted. 

"Please Daddy! I'm sorry Daddy!" I cried. 

It felt like my skull was going to collapse from Daddy's frequent slaps. 

"I'm sorry!" I shouted. 

Daddy flipped me over and pushed up my skirt. He secured me over his knee with my legs spread over his left knee, and ripped off my panties. 

"Fuck!" I heard him shout. He'd seen my wax job. 

"Please let me go Daddy," I said. 

"Who's the boy?" Daddy asked. 

"No one Daddy," I said. 

SLAP! 

"Who is he?" Daddy shouted. 

"No one Daddy, it was just someone who did my wax job!" I said. 

"You exposed yourself to a boy!" Daddy said and slapped my ass again. 

"A doctor Daddy, he was a doctor!" I cried. 

Daddy slapped my ass harder. 

"And you went without my permission?" Daddy shouted and slapped my ass again and again. 

"I'm sorry Daddy! Please stop!" I cried. 

I started to cry, the salty taste of my tears mixed with the coppery taste of my blood from my nose. 

Daddy slapped my ass again and again, each of his slaps got harder and harder after each blow. Then he stopped. He stood up, my legs slipped off his leg and my knees hit the floor hard. 

"Strike one, go to bed," Daddy said. His voice was cold. He didn't kiss me good night, or help me get ready for bed. 

I didn't go to bed. I went to my bathroom to check myself. The right side of my face was bruised. My nose wasn't broken, it hadn't swelled although with the force that that door had hit me it should have knocked my nose clean off. I could still breathe. I wasn't bleeding anymore but I was still very sore. My ass was bright red and swollen, my knees were bruised. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I kept thinking to myself how Daddy could attack me like that and just leave. "Strike two," he said. I didn't want to find out what he meant by that. I had a feeling it would be much worse than what I'd just gone through tonight. I crawled into bed. I didn't change my clothes. It was midnight by the time I'd fallen asleep. I couldn't lay on my back or my side, so I lay on my front instead and cried myself to sleep. 

Yours, 

Cassie



Dear Diary



12:45 PM

Dear diary, its Austin again. Nothing new to report, except that I got stood up once again. Seems she had some important meeting that she had to attend. Her last words to me were, "Don't wait up". I guess it's pretty obvious this is going to take all day and now my plans are wasted. It's not so much the meeting as much as the timing. She knew I had this day planned. She didn't know what I was planning, but she knew it was planned none-the-less. 

So here I am, writing to you once again. It was too late to cancel the plans; the limo is already on its way. So I'm just killing time until he gets here about 1:20. Maybe I'll follow through anyway, no sense wasting a good trip. Not like it was super extravagant, but it is something different, something I haven't done before and I know she hasn't. Oh well, maybe next time, or maybe next time I won't bother to go out of my way to plan a nice trip. No kids to worry about, they're spending the night with their grandmother. No work to worry about tomorrow, it was just going to be a fun day out with lots of possibilities.

I'll be right back to finish my thoughts, a friend just messaged me and I want to go see about her. I'll be back after she's done with me. At least someone doesn't mind my attention today.

Okay so here's there deal. There's been a last minute change in plans and I'm not going to have to go it alone after all. My friend Nicole is not in the greatest moods today so I'll take her along with and cheer her up. It'll do us both some good to hang out carefree and vent to each other. I wouldn't tell her where we were going, just told her to get dressed in casual attire and I'd be there to pick her up in 20 minutes. Gotta run, Limo's here.

11:57 PM

Dear diary, its Austin again. Now I must say now before I go forward that I cannot be held accountable for any errors in typing I may have. I am still very, extremely light headed at the moment and thought I should be lying down right now I wanted to get this out while it was still delightfully fresh on my mind. Not that there is any chance of me forgetting a single memory from today....EVER, I didn't want to miss any details. 

So when last we met I was complaining about being stood up for my grand ole day of adventure. Well bully for her. Instead, I was able to take my bestest friend in this whole entire wide world of ours. Nicole is a blast, she makes me feel good about myself even when we both know I've been a scoundrel (is that how you spell scoundrel?). She saved me from a day of depression in the most wonderful way. 

You remember Nicole, I've written about her so much you'd think we spent every waking moment together. Alas Tis not so, but it is so that she went on the adventure with me and made it the memorable day it was. 

So here's the deal. I had planned this lovely all day trip to Temecula for a wine tour. I called up Top Cat Limo and $400 later I had a reservation all set for a 2pm wine tour in a 6 passenger limo. 5 hours of bliss ahead. Well after my initial plans fell through, I was all set to go wine tasting alone. But dear ole Nicole showed up to save the day. She had the time so I invited her to join me. Now don't go get'n now ideas, we are Just Friends. Good friends, but just friends. 

So the limo pulls up to her condo and of course she has no idea we're there for her, until I poke my grandiose head out of the sun roof and wave to her like a polite princess. Floored I was by the purple denim skirt she was wearing and perfectly fitting white button up, set off perfectly by some stylish white sandals that showed off her soft purple painted toe nails. She had her hair down, but the sides were pulled back and held in place with a white flower banana clip. She positively beamed when she smiled. The thing to remember about Nicole is that she's extremely self conscious about herself. Talk about being your own worst critic. Every compliment I might give her is always shot down with some self depreciating statement. So I take great pleasure in always complimenting her finer points. This leaves me no shortage of possible compliments for her.

Of course after a warm, I feel your pain, hug, I helped her into the limo and we were off and away. It's about an hour drive, so I did what I could to keep her from getting bored with me. I attempted to talk her ear off. Problem with that was, her blouse wasn't completely buttoned up, and me being the male I am, I could not help but try and steal long glances at her immense cleavage. And of course I got caught. Okay, okay, so I'm only human. She just laughs it off (as she always does) and teased me with them. 

How great it must be to be female and have all those lovely toys to play with when ever you want. She points out that we men have toys of our own to play with that women don't have, did I think about that? Of course I didn't, I play with it every day, how am I supposed to imagine what its like not to have one. I'm too busy thinking about what I don't have. And as usual, this conversation gets to me way more then it should so now I'm forced to try and cover up my "growing" interest. So I do the only thing I can do to direct attention away from me. I reach down and grab her foot, since she's sitting right next to me, and begin massaging it.

First thing I notice upon grabbing her foot is how damn soft it is. So I attempt to take our (my) mind off of the previous conversation by complimenting her on the softness of her feet. Problem with that is, I'm so lost in the massage that I'm totally oblivious to her response. She could have told me she just finished walking through cow patties and I would have simply responded, that's kewl. I remember focusing so intently on caressing the curve of her heel, and stroking top of her foot. The one thought that kept running through my mind was trying to find a way to taste those pretty purple toes. I must have been rubbing a long time on her foot because it got warm in my hands. Soon as I moved to her ankle, which was the first cool spot I could find, she pulled her foot away from me and just said next, crossing her legs and putting the other foot in my hands.

Now I could only look at this in 2 ways as far as I could think. Either she was incredibly comfortable with me, or she had no idea that by crossing her legs like that to give me the other foot, she caused her skirt to slide precariously high on her creamy thighs, exposing her pretty hot pink panties to me. I went with the "had no idea" thought and did my best not to look. Of course all this did was cause me to focus all of that nervous energy on the foot massage and that was no bueno. My harmless take our(my) mind off of a titillating topic maneuver turned into an oh my god my friend is so damn hot she's turning me on with her feet.

I decided to turn the gentle massage into a full blown deep tissue massage. I start slowly digging my fingers deep into the flesh of her foot. My intent isn't to cause pain but to take away the sensuality of it. I slide my thumb deep into the flesh between the 1st and 2nd toes, using my other fingers to knead the sole of her foot. Again my plan back fires. Now not only am I really rubbing this pillow soft sweet smelling foot, but now because of the force I'm using, she's starting to ooohh and ahhhh. By now I've given up all hope of relaxing my curiosity and have just gone into full blown keep her from seeing it mode. No need to ruin the trip before it starts with that level of discomfort. I'm still trying to find a way to alert her to the clear line of sight that I am afforded by her position, but every time I look at her face to make eye contact, her eyes are closed. I begin to calm myself by telling myself that she's just enjoying the wordless massage. It was the licking of the lips with her eyes closed that did me in. I knew in that moment, that I was a lost cause.

As I turned to open my mouth and speak of the emotions and urges that were running though me, the limo stopped. We had arrived and it was time to get out. Foot released, eyes opened the moment had passed. I don't know if I was relieved or saddened. In either case I had not the time to ponder it. There was wine to be tasted and I needed something to wash away the drool that had collected in my mouth.

What they don't tell you about wine tasting, is that there's going to be a lot, and I mean a LOT of wine passed around. Now don't get me wrong, I can hold my own with the best of them, but there's something about "sampling" wine in the midst of good conversation with a great friend that makes you lose count of both time and how many glasses you've sampled. It wasn't long before we both were feeling the effects of all the cabernet sauvignons, merlots, chardonnays and chiantis. 

Take two giddy people who are very comfortable with each other, fill them full of wine and then set them lose in a beautiful botanical garden and what do you get? You get me excusing myself to go pee. Off I stumble towards the sobering room. Normally one good piss and I sober right up. Not this time, I was in for a long night. Barely 2 hours in and the wine has already taken up residence in my system.

When I caught up with Nicole, she was standing in the gazebo looking out over the garden. There was something about the way the Christmas lighting shown down over her that made her appear to be floating. Like an angel. I don't know if it was the wine, the lighting, or the fact that I've always harbored feelings for her that made me walk up behind her wrap my arms around her waste, rest my chin on her shoulder and whisper, what'cha doing? Maybe it was the wine, but she laid her head back on my shoulder and simply said floating. Like she had been able to see herself through my eyes when I walked up towards her.

It felt like we were standing there swaying in the breeze for days. It had only actually been a few minutes, but it was true bliss. I lost my head turned my mouth into her neck and planted the softest open mouthed part suck part kiss on her neck that I had ever given anyone before. At that moment my mind swirled, I couldn't let go. I had never kissed her before, other then a peck on the cheek good bye. This was like biting into the sweetest vanilla angel food cake ever baked. I found myself wanting to take a bite out of her neck. I would have instantly let go except for the fact that she reached her hands up and wrapped them around my neck. Pulling me, willing me to sink deeper into her neck. 

Suddenly realization came to me and I focused on what I was doing. I was prepared to let go, but she let out the cutest sexiest little sigh that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. I began to work my way around her neck and up to her chin. She turned around and faced me. We just stared at each other, like we were looking not at each other's eyes, but deep into each other's soul. It was in that specific moment that I realized I was face to face with the greatest love of my life, my soul mate. I leaned in to give her the kiss of a life time. Our lips were inches apart, I could feel her exhaling we were ready to taste each other like never before. At that moment, the applause began, followed by the booms and the sky lit up. Fireworks, go figure.

Almost a moment but not quite, we just turned and watched the show, who new they had fireworks, it was beautiful. Each explosion of color lit up the sky and reflected off of her hazel eyes. First bright red, then electric blue, now her eyes are scarlet green. Each time she grew more and more beautiful to me. We oooed and awed with the people scattered throughout the garden. It felt so right to be standing there holding her. She fit into my arms perfectly, like she was sculpted to fit me. It was heaven on earth, one last glass of wine, then it was time to go.

It was a blessing to not have to drive home. And even though we'd only been out for 3 hours, it felt like an all day event. Maybe he could smell it on our breaths or he saw something in our eyes, but the limo driver decided we could use the scenic route home. Nicole already doesn't get too excited in long car rides. Being full of wine didn't help. But my last words to her before we climbed in were I'd make sure she didn't notice the ride.

In my mind I saw me giving her another foot massage, so as the privacy divider went up, I pushed her side ways on the seat and pulled both legs into my lap. I told her to lie back and relax, I'd take good care of her. I was feeling the wine but it was comfortable. I was nicely buzzed, she was nicely buzzed, we just giggled at each other. By the time the limo hit the main road, I had both of her shoes off and was busily devouring her feet with my hands. I asked her to warn me if I began to tickle her. She just laid back and said no problem.

Creamy soft feet, long beautiful legs, 5 different wines and a level of comfort I had never known. I was doomed. I started on her heels and tried to work out the stress of all the walking. I used her moans as a guide to where to rub. I was instantly loss in the softness of her skin and instinct led my hand to massage past her ankles. I watched her close her eyes as I began to massage her calves. Long deep strokes to relax the muscles. I really had making her feel good on my mind. Problem was, it was making me feel good too. 

It didn't help that lying back like she was gave me full unobstructed view of her pink satin panties. I found myself staring. Part of me knew I was staring at my friend's crotch as I rubbed her legs, but I rationalized it as just the influence of the wine. I began to rub slower and take longer strokes. I was fascinated by what I thought was small twitches under her panties. I didn't realize how far up her leg I was actually rubbing. By the time I heard the moans, I was already rubbing her thighs. That's when I noticed the tiny wet spot. 

Needless to say I was floored. There was no denying the effect I was having on her. I never in a million years would have thought she would respond to my touch this way. It was an instant turn on. I told myself not to react because if she felt my crotch rising up under her feet, she'd open her eyes and stop me. I really didn't wanna stop. At this point the rest of the world had ceased to exist and it was just she and I. I needed to see how much of a reaction I could get. 

I had begun to breathe heavy. I was trying to control my breathing before I started out right panting. I could she her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths. It wasn't my imagination, she was enjoying the massage. I rubbed higher on her thighs and the wet spot grew. The more it grew the more I grew. No denying it now, I was hard as a rock and completely turned on. But still I was convinced that she was just into the massage. I couldn't bring myself to believe that she was actually turned on by me. I couldn't stop wanting that wet spot to grow.

I didn't realize just how intent I had been staring at her panties until her legs slightly parted offering me an even better view. I nervously glanced up at her face and discovered she had her eyes opened and had been watching me watching her. I didn't stop rubbing. I just licked my lips and she licked hers. Then the spot really grew. 

By now I had given up all pretense, that this was just a massage. I moved back down to her feet. This time I took her foot in both hands and brought it up to my mouth. I slid her toes into my mouth and began to suck. Sweet tasting toes like sugar melting in my mouth. She was squirming now. I was squirming with her. I raised her leg so I could slide between them and I continued to kiss her feet. I moved up to her ankle, first sliding my tongue then going back and sucking over the wet trail I had left. I continued licking her first then kissing the wet trail all the way up to her knee. I moved on to her inner thigh. Then I switched legs and started over. Licking and kissing, licking and kissing all the way up her thighs. 

By now I could almost feel the heat pouring out from her. Her scent was like a warm wave washing over me. I closed my eyes and inhaled her. My teeth gently sinking into her thigh. Her sharp gasp gave me courage to nibble more. I was half laying on my side half on my stomach, crawling up her body with my mouth. Her foot was resting in my lap and I could feel her foot slowly massage the bulge in my pants. If it was obvious to me she was turned on, there was no doubt for her that she had me hard and stiff. Each time she rubbed the arch of her foot over the tip of my erection I shivered. We were so close yet still teasing each other.

It seemed like innocent petting, we both knew our situations and we knew there was a line that could not be crossed. Neither of us stopped. I found my way to her panties. Her legs spread just enough to allow my head to fit in between. Up to now I had just been nibbling her thighs and kissing and sucking her smooth creamy skin. My nose was hovering over the warm wet spot in her panties. I just continued to inhale her. Feeding my desires for her, my need for her. In my mind I had decided to sink my mouth into her crotch, I hesitated a split second and that was all the time she needed to say wait, we can't. She was right. If I lowered my mouth we would be crossing that line. No turning back, no denying the actions taken. I stopped. She whispered, I want you so bad.

My body took on a mind of its own, and she read my mind. My mouth opened onto her and at the same time her hands went to the back of my head. She exhaled and I moaned. I moaned and she gasped. I slid my hand back and forth over her stomach under her skirt. She let go of my head long enough to unbutton the skirt. I stopped sucking on her through her panties long enough to remove the skirt. We locked eyes for a moment and knew where we were headed. We were spiraling out of control and the limo was getting hotter. 

She was in her panties, I had made the wet spot soaking wet. I was throbbing against the inside of my jeans. She sat up and for the first time, I got to feel her lips. She pressed her mouth to me and it seemed like slow motion as her soft lips parted mine. Our mouths opened and her tongue came out to meet my tongue. I might as well had been kissing a cloud, soft sensual tongues dancing in our mouths. First her tongue drew mine into her mouth where I explored the roof of her mouth, the side of her cheeks, then she followed my tongue back into my mouth where I gave her a grand tour. I wanted to suck on her tongue until it felt like mine. I tasted her teeth with the tip of my tongue, she tasted mine. She bit down on my tongue and smiled that angelic smile of hers and giggled with my tongue between her teeth. I pulled my tongue out and sucked on her lip. Then I kissed her chin, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling.

I reached up and got a handful of her hair. I pulled her head back causing her to gasp yet again. I devoured her neck. Slobbering all over her beautiful throat. I pulled her hair back further and bit her neck as I moved down in between her blouse to lather her cleavage with my tongue. I had admired those breasts for years. Even with her hair in my hands, she reached up and undid the buttons. Her blouse fell free and I stopped nibbling on her neck long enough to sit back and admire her. Even with the pretty lacy bra on, I was able to see how large and lovely they were. I marveled at her creamy skin, that vanilla scent drifting into my nose like an erotic drug. I didn't just want her, I needed her, I needed to feel her wrapped around me.

She must have been watching my face while I was staring at her chest. She just reached behind her back and undid her bra and let herself show. I could barely make out the faint tan line from creamy white to soft tan skin. They were magnificent. I was staring at the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. It wasn't just the beauty and size of them, it was who they belonged to. These weren't just some dvd boobs, these were the property of the sexiest friend I have. And they were right in front of me, bare, in all their glory. I figured Nicole could either read my mind or maybe I had started to drool, she just gently reached up took the back of my head and pulled me into bliss. I eagerly opened my mouth and began to taste her. 




Dear Diary



I was in heaven, but I couldn't stop there. It was like the more of her I could get into my mouth the more I wanted. Between sucks and kisses, I moved back and forth between two mounds of total satisfaction. I took her giggles to mean she was enjoying my exploration of her chest. I began kissing lower and lower on her body. The only thing more satisfying then her taste was her scent. I actually had to stop sucking on her skin to just inhale her fragrance. And like toucan Sam I sooo followed my nose. It led me directly to her belly button and took the time to flick my tongue around her belly button ring before rimming her belly button with gentle licks. My saliva pooled inside it so I had to suck out the excess moisture. Again soft moans let me know I was on the right track.

I wasn't sure how far she'd let me take this little taste test journey I was on. But if she allowed it, I planed to take it all the way to creamville. I inched down on the limo seat so that my knees were on the floor. And of course at that moment our wonderful driver decided to hit a bump..ouch. My knees would forgive me if I delivered to my mouth what they went through the pain to get. I pulled her right leg out from under me and let it rest over my shoulder onto my back. I began kissing her elevated knee. Sucks and kisses and I could feel her leg flexing and relaxing. I kissed up her thigh a bit and I could feel her begin to squirm. Not sure if it was instinct or the bulge in my pants poking hard against the zipper trying to escape, but I sank my teeth into her delicious thigh. Not enough to cause pain but she felt my teeth. A sharp intake of air and a deep long moan let me know it was okay. 

I began dragging my teeth and tongue down her thigh. I could smell the heat from her expectation as I got closer and closer. The sounds of my own sucking noises tickled my ears. Just as I reached the top of her inner thigh, I changed courses and started kissing her bikini line. Teasing and torturing, I know, but I only tortured myself and delayed the inevitable. Not able to delay any more I just kissed and sucked my way down to her neat little landing strip. Carpet matches the drapes, curiosity settled. 

I let my tongue trail along the outside of her soft lips. I fought the urge to plunge my tongue inside her. I took a long lick along her left side from the bottom up, with a soft kiss at the top. Then I repeated the same thing on the other side. More torture yes, but it paid off. I could see her glistening with moisture. It wasn't enough for me, I wanted a full on rain shower. I lifted her leg a little higher and laid my tongue flat against her skin. I could feel the tip of my tongue right on the edge of her butt hole. Then I slid my tongue upward parting her lips as I went. Savoring the warmth of her sex as my heart began to match her pulse that I could feel on my tongue. I reached the top and closed my mouth around her slowly swelling clit. One long pressure filled suck with the grazing of my teeth mixed in. Heaven. I can't remember how long I held her in my mouth before the feeding frenzy began. I just needed to feel my lips rubbing along her wetness. Licking the length of her, probing my tongue inside her causing more and more wetness. I followed her every squirm, her every twist. 

She seemed uncomfortable at first. Almost like she tensed up as I began. I paused long enough to look into her wide eyes and give her a reassuring wink. Then it was back to business. Maybe it was the pausing, maybe it was the wink. After I had my face completely covered in her juices, she began to really enjoy me. So I thought I'd push the envelope a bit. I started taking long licks on her. Each lick getting longer and lower then the next. Each time I started lower I could feel her jump just slightly. I could feel she was completely aroused. I took my right had and began rubbing the swollen button to encourage it out a little more. Licking lower and lower until I felt the skin at the base. We were making a small mess on the seat. I wanted a big mess. I kept rubbing her wet lips with my hand while my tongue tickled that sensitive area. I waited for the panting to begin. I probed deeper with my tongue, enjoying every drop of sensuality that she gave me. I felt her arch her back ever so slightly and then I licked even lower. Wetness was flowing all the way down her into the seat. I knew what I was doing and after she felt my tongue pressed against her tight puckered hole she knew also. The squeal told the story. My tongue did the job as I pressed through and felt her tighten up. She was ready to let go and I was ready to help her get there. One last lick and I left her butt alone even though I fully intended to return at some point. I didn't want to explode her too soon. I allowed my tongue to drag back up her moist valley and with a small nibble on her swollen button I got a most lovely sound from her. Like the hissing of a snake, I almost thought I had hurt her but she wrapped her leg around me tighter letting me know I was okay. I slowly slid two fingers inside her and began to explore her warmth. I paced my in and out motions and nibbles on her clit to match her panting. She sped up, I sped up. I reached up and found that nice soft spot that got me the reaction I was waiting for. At the same time I applied pressure to her insides, I sucked down hard on her and received the first flood. 

Her muscles clamped down on my fingers and I damn near came in my pants. I could feel her contracting and releasing, and each time my fingers got warmer and warmer. I let go of sucking her clit and began lapping at her waterfall like I was dying of thirst. I relished her. It was a heavenly chore to partake in. I probably would have kept pushing on her and licking her up but I felt her hands pull my head up. She was the most beautiful shade of pink. All flushed and rosy cheeked. Little tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. I didn't even have a chance to wipe my face before she plunged her tongue into my mouth and started a fire deep inside me.

She sat up began to pull my shirt up over my head. Fingernails dragging down my chest to my belt buckle. As bad as I wanted her to just rip my pants off of me, she took her time and that was okay too. She was very careful to unzip my jeans without me ever having to worry. Soft warm hands reached in and pulled me out. I swear were it not for the wine, I would have filled her hand at that very moment. Having freed me from my pants, she pushed me back onto the seat and pulled them off of me. No boxers, no briefs. She gave me a smile like. Curiosity answered. With my pants down around my ankles I felt suddenly helpless. Not much mobility with a beautiful woman on your legs and your pants around your ankles. She slid my shoes off and my pants followed. I felt her warm breath only seconds before her hot mouth lowered onto my leg. Soft open mouth kisses on the inside of my legs, slowly almost painstakingly so, she moved up my leg. Anticipation had me all ready to explode. I could still smell her scent on my lips. Still taste her in my mind. Now she was tasting me and it was incredible. She was licking my inner thigh just past my knee when I felt her teeth. Now it was my turn to gasp. She had a way of using her teeth and lips to make my skin heat up and beg for more. Instinct had my leg rising and falling. She made it up to the top of my inner thigh. I was ready for bliss. She moved to the other leg. My turn to be tortured. 

Nicole moved all the way back down to my other ankle. Talk about making you wait for it. She caressed my leg and thigh as she licked a trail up my calf. Kisses and nibbles all the way up. With my eyes closed I could still she her beautiful face kissing her way up my body. I opened my eyes to see her moving her hair out of her face. I reached down and held it back for her. She said thank you and then gave me that, "oh you're gonna get it smile." She bit down on my inner thigh and began sucking on the same spot. Pain and pleasure mixed together so well I fought to scream out. Just a low grumbling in my throat that turned to a deep moan. I felt her hand gliding across my other thigh. Then like warm comforting blanket I felt the softest lips kissing my balls. 

If I could put the feel of her lips into words so that you could feel what I was feeling, you'd be moaning like I was. She didn't stop there. Kiss after kiss, then tongue, sliding across me. She began sucking at my base. Tongue trailing up my full length. I think I was holding my breath at the moment she actually took me into her mouth. First it was hot at the top, then the heat traveled all the way down and then back up again. She covered me in kisses and licks and sucks and I used every ounce of energy in me to maintain control. She wasn't having it. Maybe it was the caressing of the boys or the stroking with her hot hands, more then likely it was the way she lightly grazed me with her teeth before her beautiful lips locked down on me and her tongue brought me to my boiling point. Just as I was about to warn her she held up a finger in the Shhh manner and let out a Mmmmm that vibrated through my entire body. That was all I could take. I grabbed at the seat like I could dig my fingers through the fabric. I felt myself saying "Oh dear goddddd" but I'm guessing it came out more like, ughhhh ooooh ahhhhhhh mmmmmm. My brain went to mush. I actually saw stars floating around my head. She just kept moaning onto me like she was actually enjoying the results she caused. I felt like I came for hours. 

By the time she slid me out of her mouth I thought I was going to pass out. I grabbed her by her hair in the back of her head and pulled her face to mine. She smile and all I could think of was merging my mouth with hers. I wanted to make sure she heard thank you in the most passionate kiss I could ever give. I kept my eyes open to enjoy her face while our tongues swam together. I was looking at her looking at me. 

Now if you've never kissed a person deeply and meaningfully while looking them straight in the eyes, you'll never understand the depth of affection we shared. Its different from just kissing someone. Same passion, same lip lock, way different intensity. Its like I was looking into her and she into me. It was as if we couldn't get close enough together. Even now I am not clear if I lifted her or she leaned forward. I do know that it was in total slow motion for me. Her legs slid to my sides and our stomachs pressed together our lips never parted and our eyes never left each other. 

Her body slid down onto me. She paused just as the tip of me touched her dripping wet sex. There was a moment of adjustment as she opened up to receive me. Again the wine was working in my favor and the fact that she was on top of me kept my attention completely. She slid a bit further down and I could feel her open and close around me as I slid further. It was like sinking into the warmest of baths, both comforting and invigorating at the same time. I felt her pelvis land on my lap. I could feel myself totally inside her. she raised back up a bit and slid back down. I reached up and pulled her hair and she just sat down and ground herself into me. She pushed me down and I let go of her hair. She placed both hands on my chest and began to gyrate her body round and round, up and down. The feeling of sliding in and out of her was warm silk to my skin. All I could do was hold on to her thighs as her legs dug into my sides and she did a kind of slow dance on top of me. 

We must have been breathing at the same pace, or my breathing was so loud it was drowning her out because all I could hear was one inhale and exhale getting faster and faster. She leaned a little forward and began to push herself down onto me harder and yet she continued to grind round and round. Up and down she went, pushing me higher and higher. I was at the mercy of her pace and I was completely happy with it. It was as if she was in my head and knew exactly how to move to make me squirm.

I couldn't take it anymore, I reached up and pulled her down close to me and began to arch my back up to meet her. I could feel her ass bouncing off of my legs each time I thrust up to meet her and she slid back onto me. Our mouths found each other again and we moaned into each other. Me sucking on her tongue, her biting mine. We were trying to climb into each other's skin. I felt like I had melted into her and all I could do was keep up. Her moans began to pick up speed and my groans and grunts followed. We were pounding in perfect harmony and it was as if someone had flicked a switch. She pushed down on my chest with her hands forcing herself all the way down onto me. With my hands on her back I was pushing just as hard up inside her. she lowered her forehead to my chest and I could feel myself pulsating with her muscles as the tightened and relaxed around me, milking me for every last drop I had in me. All I could do was grind into her. Until we both collapsed flat on the seat.

To say we made a mess would be the grandest of understatements. It was as if we both had gallons of pent up frustration that was released at the same time. Yet nether of us was in a hurry to move. We just laid there. Me flat on my back with my eyes closed. Arms wrapped around her as she lay with her face buried in my neck. Her warm breath softly blowing over me. I could actually feel her heartbeat through my chest. There were two distinct rhythms that would meet up and beat at the same pace before one would run off leaving the other to chase and catch up to it. I couldn't tell which was mine and which was hers. She could read my mind because with her eyes closed she just said, I feel your heartbeat with mine. I knew then what I'd known all along, this is my soul mate. My mirror image reflected. The female version of the male me. In that moment I was complete.

I think we could both sense our time together was coming to an end. Silently we sat up and peeled ourselves away from each other. I grabbed one of the limo bar towels and began to tidy up a bit. I saw those pretty pink panties on the seat and I couldn't resist grabbing them and burying my face in them and inhaling her lovely scent. She was watching me and I just stared back at her with pleading eyes. She told me Yes you can keep them. I felt like a little kid in a candy store. 

We had just gotten dressed and straightened up as the limo pulled up to her condo. It was late, we were both worn out. I started to head for the door to let her out but she stopped me and said no, no, I'm okay here. Then she kissed me with those soft lips that remind me of cotton candy melting on my mouth. She whispered thank you. And then headed out of the limo letting her hand trail from my head down my cheek to my chin. I slid to the edge of the seat and watched her get out. The driver was holding the door and smiled as he said I hope you had a good time. She looked back at me and winked and said a night to remember. She waved, and with that she was gone. He closed the door and then drove me home.

So here I am writing to you recapping the night as best I could remember. I'm completely sober from the wine, but I'm still drunk off my Nicole. I don't know if I'll ever have that kind of opportunity again. If not, life will be good anyways. I have my memories and I know we'll always be more then just friends. I'm going to bed now. 

Sweet dreams

Austin. 



Dear Diary



Dear Diary,

Today Steven asked if I wanted to go biking after school with him. He's lived next door ever since I can remember, but it's been a long time since we played together. A few years ago at school he started hanging out with a different crowd than the neighborhood gang, and I think he thought he was somehow better than us all of a sudden. But, when he talked to me today, it seemed like he didn't think that at all. I don't really know what to think now. I guess I'll go with him tonight, but if he thinks he's real cool stuff now then I'll stay away from him after that.

I'll write later,

Wendy

Dear Diary,

Steven was at my house with his bike right after school. I grabbed mine and we took the nice way to the creek path. It felt like we weren't even in the suburbs anymore. I had to go slower than Steven because the path is bumpy and hilly, but he didn't speed ahead. He waited for me to catch up. I think that was really nice of him. 

When we got to the bridge that crosses over to Elm Heights, we stopped. I told Steven I didn't want to be out too late because I still have homework to do (I have to get that done, so I should be quick writing this, but I want to get it all down). Anyway, at the bridge Steven took out a bottle of pop and package of cupcakes, like the ones mom sends to school with me for lunch. He handed me a cupcake. We ate them sitting on the bridge with the water rushing under us. The sun was a warm orange and Steven said I looked beautiful eating my cupcake in the sun. I felt embarrassed, but it made me feel squishy inside. He offered me a sip of his pop and I was reluctant, but I was thirsty so I had some. My lips circled the same spot his did! I felt like I was touching his body. I had a flash vision of covering the head of his penis the same way I was sucking on the pop bottle. Since Steven is a year older, I wonder if he has been with anyone. I don't know much about his life anymore.

I said again that I should get home before it gets dark, so we headed back. It was harder going back uphill, but again Steven waited and even walked his bike beside me when it was too steep for me. 

When we got to the end of the path he asked me if he could kiss me! Can you believe it? My heart almost stopped. I was so scared. I didn't know what to say. I was glad we were hidden by the trees, because if my mom or any of the neighbors saw us and told my mom, I would be in BIG TROUBLE. I ended up stuttering out a croaky 'ok'. He held my head in his hands and pressed his lips against mine. It felt like what he was doing. The kiss lasted for what must have been five minutes, but felt like hours. He didn't move his mouth around like they do in some movies (thank god...I'm scared I won't know what to do when that happens!). 

When he finished kissing me, we walked our bikes the rest of the way home on the sidewalk. My stomach was filled with warm, fluttering butterflies. My mind was a cluttered jumble of thoughts. I managed to ask him something I needed to know: how many girls he had kissed. He said that he had kissed a few chicks during spin the bottle games and truth or dare, but that he had been too busy with his friends lately to have time for girls. He said that he didn't want that anymore, and that he had ditched his friends to spend his time with me. 

I feel on top of the world. Steve likes me. And not just likes me, but likes me enough that he chose me over his friends. 

I think I like him back!

Wendy 

Dear Diary,

My birthday party is today. My mom has invited Grandpa and Grandma Hill, Mama and Papa Prient, my aunts and uncles and a bunch of my cousins. Susie said she would come to save me from them, but she forgot she had a piano recital today. So I'm stuck alone with them. Ugh. 

I guess it won't be that bad. Mom's making her special chocolate cake with the vanilla icing and I guess I might get some nice presents.

I'll be nineteen at 6:43pm. I don't look or feel older, but this is supposed to be such a monumental age. I hope it is an exciting year for me. I don't want to waste it, because I'll never be nineteen again. 

There's the doorbell...sounds like Aunt Frida. I'd better go.

Wendy

Dear Diary,

The party was ok. Lamest gift: my Grandma got me a Tshirt with a cat on it saying "I'm Purrfect". I had to put it on and act really excited about it. 

Best gift: Steve stopped by to wish me a happy birthday. He told my mom he smelled her famous cake from next door and had to come over and get a slice. My Papa asked him if he was my boyfriend and I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato. Steve smiled and said "I wish, she's the prettiest girl on the block." My grandpa chuckled and shook his hand. 

After everyone left and mom was cleaning up, Steve and I went to the back patio. I realized I was still wearing my new cat shirt. I must have looked like such a loser! But, Steve looked at it and then at me and said "You know, I think you're purrfect." Then he kissed me again. This time he held one hand on my cheek and one on my waist. I feel so safe in his hands. He opened his mouth a bit as we kissed and it wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. He took his time and let me get used to it, nice and slow. I think he is a real gentleman. After we kissed, he kissed the tip of my nose and told me he had to get home to study for his biology test on Monday. 

Could I be falling in love with Steve? I don't know what love feels like, but my heart is light and my stomach tenses when I think of him. 

Goodnight,

Wendy

Dear Diary,

Last night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Steve and his hands on me. I love it when he holds me as he kisses me, but I imagined his hands moving all over my body too. First I pictured them rubbing up and down the sides of my stomach, then up to my breasts and rubbing them; molding them. To make it more real I rubbed them myself. Then I imagined him moving his hands down, first over my nightgown and then when I wanted more, I slid them under. I rubbed my hands (Steve's hands!) over the furry outside of my vagina, running my fingers through then tendrils of hair, and then sliding them into the smooth inner layers. 

Exploring my vagina got me excited with all the folds and hot spots. I found that it was a hard to move my fingers smoothly, so I built up some saliva in my mouth and spit it into my hand. It felt goopy and slippery, just the thing I was looking for. I rubbed the spit all over my vagina. I made sure every spot was covered. Then I tested various spots to see what felt best. There is a hard bump at the top that makes my vagina tense and clench every time I move my fingers over it. Even nearing it starts to make my insides move. I wanted to feel what was happening in there, so I used one hand to insert a finger into where it was moving. I touched the bump with my right hand and my hole tightened around my finger. It was thrilling. Why have I never done this before?

This was such a new experience that I had to feel it all. I kept the one finger in the hole and tiddled away on the bump. I rubbed it faster and faster, until I felt I was going to lose control. Then I did! My hole gripped hard around my finger and a rush of heat flowed over my body. My vagina got wetter than ever and I had to lay quietly for a moment and take a breather. But I wanted to do it again...and again...and again!

I stayed up half the night exploring. I found that I could put bigger things in the hole, first more fingers and then I got an idea. I very quietly got out of bed and looked around my room for things that would go in. I found a candle and a long sunscreen bottle. I took these back to bed to test them out. 

The candle went in really smoothly. It is long, so I only put it in halfway at first. I moved it in and out. That felt really good. I tried putting it in all the way but it hit the back. I like this feeling A LOT. So I plunged it in hard, bringing it all the way out and then plunging it back in again. I almost cried out in ecstasy. Then I remembered the sunscreen tube and wondered what it would feel like.

I removed the candle and tried the sunscreen. It is thicker, so it was a bit harder. I had to relax to get it in. I slowly nudged it in more and more, it took a long time to get it all the way in. But I felt really filled up. I kept it there while I fondled the bump a bit more. 

Touching the bump almost made me explode. I spent some time building myself up to just about the point of no return and then paused for a moment. I did this over and over. Then I started searching around for more hot spots on my body. I was reluctant to touch my bum, but getting so close to it while playing with the hole made me want to, so with the sunscreen still in, I moved past it and rubbed my back hole. It felt different and tingly. I spit again on my fingers to make it slippery and slid them around. I even managed to put a finger in. With my vagina filled, I thought, the only thing that could make this better would be if both holes were filled. 

So, I brought the candle to my bumhole. I rubbed it around in the spit so that it would go in smoothly. I pushed it in. It hurt a bit, but at that point, even pain felt good. With one hand I moved the sunscreen in and out and with the other I moved the candle. I felt like a goddess. This was the best feeling I had ever felt. Then I thought of how the bump would make it even better. I pumped both holes until they were screaming at me to finish them off and then quickly moved up to the bump and sped it up with my fingers. My whole body felt like it burst into fireworks. My waist shot into the air and pushed the sunscreen bottle out of me and to the bottom of my sheets. I felt exhilarated and exhausted. I fell asleep as the candle slowly slid out of my bum and my vagina oozed it's juices onto my thighs.

Now all I can think of is Steve fucking me. I want him to come in through my window tonight and fuck me so hard my bed slams against my wall with every thrust. But my mom would hear, so that won't do. Maybe I could sneak over to his house after dark. His bedroom is in the basement far away from everyone else's, and it would be easier to get into. 

I'll be thinking about this and planning it all day at school. My vagina is tight and wet just thinking about it now.

Wendy

Dear Diary,

Here's the plan:

I'm going to eat dinner with mom, do my homework and then go to bed early. I'll get warmed up in bed and then sneak over to Steve's window once I know my mom is asleep. 

Steve walked me home from school today. I asked him about his biology test and he said it went well. What I really wanted to ask him was if he wants to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck him. We kept catching each other's eyes and every time we did I felt my panties get a bit wetter. I want to kiss his lips, I want to suck his dick, I want to bite his chest, I want to feel his dick deep inside me, filling me up. I want him so bad. 

Wendy

Dear Diary,

I have been warming myself up in bed. Watching the clock on my bedside table waiting for the time that my mom goes to bed, takes her pill and zonks off. The time is barely changing, it is taking forever! I keep getting close to coming because I am so excited, but I want to save it for Steve. I haven't been putting anything in me because I want to be nice and tight for him too. I've just been circling the bump and rubbing my breasts. I think it is time now, I hope my mom is asleep.

Wish me luck,

Wendy

Dear Diary,

I pulled it off without a hitch!!! My mom is still asleep and I am now a woman! I was really quiet sneaking out. When I was just about to the back door, the grandfather clock chimed in the livingroom, and I thought I was caught. But I waited a while and then opened the door achingly slowly and slipped out. I snuck through the hedges that separate our yards and tiptoed to Steve's window. 

I tapped quietly and waited...I tapped a tiny bit louder and waited...Then I heard him stirring. He whispered through the window "who is it?" I told him and he quickly opened the window and helped me in. It was more difficult than I imagined sliding through the window, but thankfully he held me strongly by the waist and lowered me down. My nightie slipped up with his hands as I slid down and I was left with it up around my chest and nothing underneath. 

This unashamed display excited Steve (although I think he may have already been excited as he had a moisturizer bottle in his bed and he was already rock hard...which I didn't mind one bit!). I kissed him (instead of him kissing me) for the first time and that just made him mad about me. He pulled my nightie over my head and tossed it to the floor. He covered me with kisses as I leaned against the wall. 

He rubbed up against me and I could feel his steaming hot cock pressing me. It was long and hard, just as I imagined. I explored it with my hands. I rubbed it until the moisturizer he had been using on it wore off. Then I licked it, kissed it and sucked it with rampant passion. Steve was groaning above me as I kneeled on his bed and bobbed my lips against his groin. He got loud enough that I stopped and pulled him down to the bed to whisper to him that I didn't want to get caught. He said that he would try to be quieter, but that he was so happy and wanted to be inside me so bad that it was hard to keep it inside. 

My heart swelled, as did my vagina and I spread myself out for him on his bed. He reached for the moisturizer, but I stopped his hand and moved it to me where he found that I was already gushing with my own juices. He felt around, slipping and sliding and making me want him inside me even more. I told him I needed him in me and he did just that. I spread my legs wide apart so that he could get in easily and he slid in slowly, I moaned and then stopped myself, because I knew I should be quiet, but it was really hard to keep quiet with the realization that Steve's penis was actually inside my vagina! I wanted Steve to know that this was heaven and all I wanted to do for the rest of my life was have him fuck me. 

I pushed a curl of hair away from his ear and whispered "Fuck me hard and deep, slam into me. I want you to fuck me so hard that we will hurt tomorrow." He whispered back "Are you sure? You're always so quiet and shy. You're so much wilder than I imagined." I told him I was very sure and as I sucked the lobe of his ear, he gasped and then plunged into me, deep and hard just as I'd asked. My breasts bounced with each thrust and he grabbed them and held them firmly as he gained momentum. 

Just as we were about to peak he pulled out and flipped me over so that I had my bum in the air. He spread my thighs a bit until I was in a sturdy stance and then he held the outer lips of my vagina so that it was stretched and pushed himself in. His body slapped against mine with every thrust and I love that sound. He started to feel harder (which I didn't think was possible) and I asked if he had a condom. I turned over and watched him as he went to his dresser drawer and got one. He put it on in the moonlight and his body glistened. He is beautiful. 

He climbed into his bed and gave me a lick and a kiss on my hot spot bump. I was raring to go. He asked if I wanted it slow or fast. I thought about it for a second and told him slow then faster and faster until we both cum. He held my legs spread apart and entered me slow and gentle. We both reveled in the soothing feeling. 

I brought my hand to my special spot and circled it. Steve saw this and his eyes rolled back into his head. Doing it seems to really turn him on. He watched and as I sped up, he sped up. We raced with each other until we were both going so fast it was a blur. And then he was slamming me so hard that I took my hand away and let his body do the work. Every time his body slapped my vagina and my bump, I moaned. And then just when I couldn't handle all the pressure building up inside me, we both set off a symphony of fireworks together. I could feel his cock pulsing out cum as my vagina clenched around him. This was what I was made to do!

As I was leaving, Steve told me that his parents would be out of town this weekend and that we should make a midnight plan to be as loud as we want. He invited me over to "quietly study" tomorrow night. I'm going to spend all day planning new positions. 

I can't wait!

Wendy 



Dear Diary



I don't know why I tell you these things. I guess it's because you are someone else's and not mine. You understand what she goes through and, in a way, what I go through as well. Maybe it helps you in your own relationship. I like to think so and you tell me it does. 

For me, I get to talk with someone who understands, even approves. It's not everyday I get that. As I tell everyone, I am a special needs person. I need this in my life. It's not a passing fancy or something I'll get over or through. 

So I get to tell you about it. You knew we were going on the date. I told you what I had planned for the build up. That I would get to her house early and fuck her mouth before sending her off to work. I would do it again at lunch. By nighttime, she would be so worked up that pushing her over the edge would be simple. Your chats started sounding a bit jealous, so I broke off, telling you I had to work. 

Just like that. She was barely out of the shower when I got there in the morning. It didn't take much prodding for her to fall on her knees, open my fly and stuff my cock between her lips. I was hard so fast she hadn't even gotten time to adjust to having it in her mouth before it was banging the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair and thrust. I'd really been looking forward to it. Since talking with you the night before I'd been semi hard and wanting. Now I was going to get some release.

I pumped and thrust. The noises she made with her throat, humming and moaning, adjusting to a hard shove and whimpering for more were making me crazed. It came up so fast, she got the first spurt deep in her throat. I pulled away for the next one and sprayed it across her lips and cheeks. She was struggling to get her lips back down on my rod and pulling at the hair I had wound in my hand. 

She was still working to get at it when I pinched and twisted her nipple, making her jump and squeal. I slapped the side of her heavy breast just to see the hand print there in red and feel the pleasant heft. "Can't wait for tonight." I told her. "I'll be there for lunch." I wiped my dick against her cheek before I put it away. There was cum on both of our skin, so it just smeared. I like it when it goes like that. Barely any talk. I just walk in and fuck her and walk out. Leave her gasping and panting. Unable to get a handle on what just happened.

Other times I talk her through everything. Step by step. Anticipation is an undervalued emotion. It can carry tension or heighten it. It can make a simple conversation unbearable. She is so plan oriented that she literally will start crawling out of her skin if I tell her too much too soon. I try to use it sparingly but effectively. Knowing what comes next for her and having me take my own time to get there drives her beyond tears.

I showed up at her office at lunch time. She'd already sent the secretary and bookkeeper off. Her assistant was in another part of the state and that left herself in the corner office. I stumbled at the threshold. She was absolutely stunning. She had on a grey dress with maroon stockings. 

Several years ago, she'd had a rough time. She woke up one day, 35 and overweight. She had what she wanted, administrator of a successful organization, but she wasn't who she wished she saw in the mirror. She went to weight watchers and began paying their fees by the week. At the same time she started at a gym and with a walking club. 

Her goal was 30 pounds. That was the weight she'd been in high school and wanted back to. She made that goal the first six months and kept it. That was almost three years and sixty pounds ago. It's hard to imagine her as that much larger, though she could use ten of it back now. Her doctor told her at one point that she wasn't being reasonable, but she's kept to weight watchers and follows their plan. She's at the gym three times a week and walks five miles a day five times a week. 

I truly enjoy her tied to the bed in her underwear. Seeing her writhe and struggle makes me so hard I could fuck her for hours. Her tits are huge and they were bursting out of this dress. She'd done this on purpose. The little tease! She wanted to drive me out of control. 

She tells me often that she dreams about the times I lose it with her. Get so wound up that I pound her. Fuck her with a fury and without any idea where I am. Sometimes this happens when she's sucking me and if I'm whipping her at the same time, well, she's suffered some wounds that took some care to get them to heal well. She has some faint thin lines on her ass and breasts that I can catch her rubbing or tracing with her fingers while she's distracted or thinking. Nearly every time I've lost control like this, it's put a crimp on sex for a few days. 

She says she dreams about the pounding and the way I throb with an inner power and force -- she calls it rage. She says she wakes up and the dream will have been so real that she thinks she'll move and feel me leaking out of her. 

So there she is in that dress, with her tits half spilling out and my cock got so hard so fast that I finished the plan for her I'd begun while chatting with you the night before. Don't bullshit a bullshitter and don't tease a teaser. That little wench was going to know agony. I walked around the desk and she'd already fallen to her knees before I even got there. She's so willing! What a prize! 

I grabbed her hair and held her head at the end of my dick. She could just gobble at the head and she did! Went at it! Sucking and nibbling until I moaned and shoved the back of her head into my balls. I reached down with both hands and grabbed her boobs and fucked her while squeezing and pulling them up around my pole. It didn't take much for me to explode again. So fast and hard it made me yell. I nearly fell over as my knees gave out and I shook. She cleaned me slow and catlike. Little licks and slurps.

I tucked myself back in and enjoyed looking at her for a moment. She had little dribbles spotting the tops of her mounds where they puffed out of their containment and threatened to jump from the silk of her sheath dress. 

As she rose from the floor I could truly appreciate the slit running up the side and the garters. Knowing her as I do, I knew there were no panties. Her juices would just soak them anyway. The anticipation of our meetings keeps her juices steadily flowing. I let her settle into her chair and massaged her shoulders. 

Oh, if she thinks too much she gets scared. So scared, she starts trying to back out. She can't. I'll tell her when she's doing that: "go ahead. We don't have to do this. I don't mind. We can do something else. I can do this with someone else, some other time. There are many options. You know me (and she does), I am not tied to any one thing."

It is part of the freedom of being who you are and who you want to be that you have the world available to you. I've worked so hard to teach her that. She's starting to get it. Subs really are a lot of work. I hope you appreciate that in your own master. I think one day she might leave all this behind and be free. That day is not today, however, and she does enjoy being the boss here at her petty job. She is good at it as well.

I told her as I kneaded her shoulders that she was going to be punished for her teasing. That I certainly do enjoy it and am delighted at her audacity. I'm absolutely thrilled at her outfit and I hope that she'll follow it up with a thoroughly vamp performance. I want to see the guys panting around her in the restaurant. I want to see them trying to separate the two of us, get a private word or glance in to her. It is fun and I appreciate it. 

I've told you I prefer a sub with intelligence and capability. I can't handle cringey or clingy. I truly enjoy an independent partner. Fully capable and culpable. Willing by design and means. It's part of my history with women that the bold, daring, upper two percent are the only ones with enough creativity and wherewithal to give me what I need. She's no exception. It's also true that most of my subs have never imagined that from themselves before our time together. This is so true now. I told her what she can expect tonight. She will fret the rest of the day. By tonight she will be in tears calling me to cancel. Oh, don't worry. She'll be at the restaurant and she'll give an incredible Mae West Madonna performance. I'll love every minute of it and need her so badly by the time we leave it won't surprise me to lose it at some point, just like she wants.

I've been restoring the old barn. I haven't been here long, but nobody does that around here. In the west, I could always find an old farmhouse to restore and reconstruct. Hundred plus year old houses are my specialty. There aren't any here. Hardly. 

I tell friends from elsewhere that this area must have been ignored before the 1960s. Either that or it was almost totally destroyed in the Vietnam War and rebuilt with reparation dollars (cause they didn't do a very good job of it).

I took her in there a couple months ago and showed her how I had taken all the pieces of reins and bits and spurs that had been lying around and made them into bindings. I worked them open for her and showed her how she could be suspended from the mid beam and held there. I was checking her reaction and the sex that night was voracious. She can be so transparent at times, though she fears this inner self more than she's ever feared me -- and don't get me wrong, I've had her trembling. 

She trusts me really too much for a true Master relationship. She knows I'll protect her even from herself. I explained, just in general terms (I did cut her a break) what she would be doing with her night. As I told her I felt her go from total relaxation to hypertense in seconds. She really will fret all day now. You know that feeling, that's why I'm telling you. 

Well, I told you I would send you a report of how my day with her went and there it is. I hope you fared as well. You know my advice. It's the same to everyone. Be who you want to be and do what you want to do. If you have to give something up to get something better, give it up. Let go of the things in your life that hold you to the way others have made you.

Thanks for being my diary.



Dear Diary



I'm new to blogging but I need an outlet. I need direction and advice from people who don't know me and will never really know me. I'll tell you the important stuff right off the bat. I've been 'happily' married for the thirty two years and that's about as much as I'm going to tell you about my age. What I mean by happily married is. . .well I love my husband. I do. He's been a great provider for my children, he's never raised a hand to me, he barely raises his voice even though I've deserved it. We get along fine, we have fun when we go out. He's just not interested in me anymore, he hasn't been for years. Its nothing that's wrong with him, when he does show an interest he doesn't have any problems you know, getting it up. It's not that there is another woman. I wish it was but he doesn't even look at other women, not even the cute security guard at the front gate. No we aren't rich we live in a gated community though and even I have to admit that the girl who is at the gate most of the time is sexy, she could probably model if she wanted to. Both of my sons are constantly flirting with her. My husband walks right past her barely bats an eye. I've gone through his computer and he has a few spots bookmarked but he doesn't seem to visit them much. He's just not that interested in sex.

I'm sorry, I really don't mean to ramble. So I'll get back to the point. About two months ago I got an email from a young man. It was a sex letter. He was trying to send it to a girl he only identified as Kitten. It was very graphic and it had been a few weeks since I'd had sex. I ended up fingering myself as I read his email. I think I wanted to embaress him a little so I sent him a message telling him I wasn't a kitten I was a cougar but he could make me roar anytime. The next morning I had a email from him. He wanted to know what I looked like. I guess he was one of the names on one of the joke email lists I was on. So I was one of probably three hundred people who'd read his note to Kitten.

We started chatting back and forth, I figured it couldn't do any harm. By the time I figured out that I was wrong it was too late and I was addicted to him. I thought he was opening up to me when he told me his darkest secrets. The things he'd done to his ex-girlfriend and how much he'd enjoyed it. I know now he was testing me. He wanted to see how I would react and I passed. I was interested, I kept asking him for more details and he provided them. He told me how he'd told her she had to come into his house naked if she wanted to remain his girlfriend. He told me how he used to make her drink piss and how he'd left her naked and handcuffed by a local high school once. He told me that women were property and should be treated as such.

I should have been offended. I was offended but more than that I was excited. It didn't hurt that he was constantly flattering me. He was constantly telling me how sexy I was, how great my ass looked, how I couldn't be that old that I was lying. We started having cyber sex almost daily. I'd stay up into the wee hours one hand on the keyboard, the other double clicking my mouse. 

Last week he told me he wanted to meet me. If I didn't he would never speak to me again. He gave me directions, sent me a pair of shoes, stripper heels and told me dress to impress. On the way to the meeting place he gave me I got caught behind a train which apparently was part of his plan cus he snuck into my car and scared the shit out of me.

We went to a diner together and then he put me in a bathroom stall with these holes in the wall. I sucked cock until my throat was sore and I can't remember the last time I did anything as exciting as that. It was amazing. When I finished he kissed me, told me I was beautiful and sent me home.

I got home just before my son, he should have been out the entire night but instead he was just behind me. He didn't say anything to me but I know he saw me in that skimpy dress. In his sisters dress. It's only been one trip and already I 've nearly been caught. If I keep this up I'll get caught for sure and he'll kick me out of my house. I'll deserve it too. 

I'm cheating on my husband, I'm risking my health, I'm practically a pedophile Sean is barely eighteen and I'm utterly addicted. I am his Fuckpig and anything he wants from me I'll give him and much more.

I'm out of control and I know it but I need this. Without him I'll just keep dying. He makes me feel alive.

Fuckpig 



Dear Diary



Dear diary,

You are not going to believe the night I had. Of course you know I can't tell anyone else the most of the things I tell you. So in your pages I write the deepest and best secrets I have, so on to the newest entry.

Last night I was still feeling kind of bummed out. The break up with my, now, ex still hurt but it was getting easier and I was starting to feel a little better. And after last night I think may be just fine!

DeAnne and Lisa had been bugging me to out with them. I had been so wrapped up in my ex that I had come really close to losing them both as friends. Being the great friends that they are, they hung in and stuck around long after he was gone. I am really thankful for that. They really are great friends. I finally gave in and decided to go out with them. It was time for me to get on with my life. We planned a girl's night out but with us of course there is always a twist!

We met up at De's house to grab a bite to eat. We knew we were in for a long night of fun and drinking and that we would need our energy. The girls took one look at me and said, "oh no, it's been way too long since you have been out." They said they could help and got right to work. I walked in looking, what I was told was "frumpy" and walked out looking like what I thought a hooker looked liked. But in all truthfulness, it felt really good.

My hair was fixed a little more, I had a little more make-up on and the clothes, oh wow, the clothes! Ok from the bottom up ~ very high stiletto heels, that made my legs look great, a cute black and lacy thong, a very short mini-skirt, and a very tight white t-shirt with no bra. I have really big tits (40 D's) and was not sure about going without a bra, but after awhile I started to like the feel of the material against my nipples. The t-shirt was really, really tight and you could see my nipples through the flimsy white material.

Now here is our twist, we don't go "clubbing" or "bar-hopping". We find a little out of the way, hole in the wall bar that is not one of the "happening" places and hang out there all night. It's a lot of fun and you can meet a lot of different people that way. We finally find one. (Funny thing about it.....the actual name of this bar was "hole in the wall"!) There were cars, trucks and bikes parked outside so we thought there would be a wide variety of people inside. We were right. There were cowboys, bikers and even a few preps. They all seemed to be getting along, however, no yelling or fighting. Everyone was just drinking, listening to good southern rock music and having a good time.

We sat down at a table to decide what we wanted to drink. This bar was really cool, kind of like a throwback to the old bar days. There were no big screen TV's with 10 different sports shows on or anything like that, just a jukebox, pool tables, the bar itself and a few small tables. We decided this was a beer night most definitely! I went to the bar to get our beers (no waitress~small bar) and talked to a couple of the guys sitting at the bar while waiting for the beers.

A few guys stopped by the table to talk or ask us to play pool. I don't play but De and Lisa both do. After a few more beers Lisa decided she wanted to play a few games. She walked over to one of the tables laid her money down and played the winner of that game. Of course Lisa, being Lisa picked a table with two really hot guys! Before long Lisa and De both were playing pool with the guys. Don't feel sorry for me though, I was having a good time watching and just chatting with everyone.

It's time for a beer run and it's my turn again. I go to the bar to get our beers and on the way back to the table I get bumped into and the beers spill all over my shirt. Now remember I was wearing a very tight, white, flimsy, basically see-thru t-shirt and now it was soaked with beer and really see-thru!

The guy that bumped into me was damn good looking. He was tall, with really long legs, dark hair, (what I could see under his hat), dark eyes, wearing tight wranglers, boots and a black t-shirt. He kept apologizing and was so nice about it. He felt really bad about spilling the beers. He told me that he had an extra t-shirt outside and that I was welcome to it if I wanted. He said it was the least he could do, however, he liked the view as it was. Then he said he thought the wet shirt was probably not too comfortable so he would go get his other shirt.

I told him that would be great but that I would walk outside with him to get the shirt because I needed some fresh air anyway. We walked out and I expected him to start walking toward one of the trucks. Imagine my surprise when he walked over to one the bikes. Ok now don't expect me to go into great detail about the bike. I don't know anything about bikes. All I know is that his bike was big, black, and shiny. He was standing there talking to me while he was looking for the shirt in a bag he had strapped to the back of the bike. He finally found it, turned around to hand it to me and I did something way out of the norm for me. I am not sure what came over me but I just leaned over and kissed him!

I am standing in the parking lot of a bar, talking to this really hot guy, whose name I now know is Charlie and right in the middle of a conversation I just lean over and kiss this guy. What the hell? I am crazy? Well maybe, but damn it I have been repressed too long by one boyfriend or another and I decided it was time for me to be me. And this is how I wanted to be.

Charlie didn't miss a beat. He pulled me closer and I could feel his big strong hands on my hips as he leans over to kiss me. God, what a kiss! It definitely left me wanting more. He continues to kiss me, I don't want him to stop but he pulls away and reminds me that I still have my beer soaked shirt on. I wasn't even thinking about my shirt. In all honesty I was thinking about the awesome cock that had to be in those tight wranglers. This may be why I did what did next.

I told him that he was right and that I should probably change my shirt. So standing right there in the parking lot next to his bike I took my shirt off. Charlie didn't flip out on me. In fact he told me I had beautiful tits and then reached over and cupped both of my tits in his hands and rubbed my already hard nipples with his thumbs. His hands were big, strong and rough, (he must work hard for a living) they felt so good on my tits. Charlie asked me if I would like to go for a ride with him. Of course I did. That big machine, purring and vibrating, between my legs while I am sitting with my tits pressed hard against his back and my arms around his waist.....who wouldn't want that?

I put his t-shirt on, it was pretty tight across my tits but at least it was dry. We walked back into the bar to tell De and Lisa that we were going for a ride. Charlie gave them his cell number, we say our goodbye's and head out.

My god that bike felt so good between my legs and pressing up against Charlie's back what an awesome feeling. It was a great night for a ride, warm air, and lots of moonlight, clear and bright, with tons of stars. I've got my arms around the waist of this gorgeous guy and I just let my hands kind of find their way to his cock. I began to slowly rub and could feel him beginning to get hard. I continued to rub and was very happy with the growth and hardness that I could feel.

It was so warm outside, I felt so good and Charlie felt even better. I wanted to feel even closer to him. I took off the t-shirt that Charlie had given me to wear. I pressed my bare chest up against his back and could feel him grow even harder.

We found a little road side park/rest stop and pulled over. Charlie parked the bike. I got off the bike and walked around to the front. Charlie scooted back on the seat and I got on facing him. He began kissing me, slowly and lightly at first then increasing the intensity until he was deeply and passionately kissing me like I had never been kissed before. All the while he is rubbing and pinching my tits with the same intensity as the kiss.

He starts kissing my neck with a little nibbling and gentle biting thrown in. As he worked his way down, I worked his cock out of those wranglers. Now it was my turn to be impressed. I think he had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was perfect, about 8 or 8 ½ inches long and so wide. It was absolutely gorgeous and I knew it was going to be a mouthful! I could not wait to taste him.

Charlie had worked his kisses down to my tits and was licking, sucking and nibbling my very hard nipples. We pulled away from each other long enough to get off the bike and walk over to one of the picnic tables.

Charlie leaned up against the table and pulled me to him. I took off his shirt and put it on the table. He kisses me again and runs his hands down my body, to my hips and all over my ass. He lifts my skirt over my hips and squeezes my ass pulling me so close to him that I can feel his hard throbbing cock against me.

I begin to kiss his neck while stroking the back of his neck ever so gently with my fingers. He tells me this drives him crazy and I believe him. His breathing is getting shallower and sounds a little more labored. I work my way down his chest to his nipples and begin to lick and suck them. This takes him by surprise but only for a few moments, then he really began to enjoy it. After awhile I kissed and licked my way down his belly following his happy trail to the top of his jeans. I stopped there, stood back up, started kissing him again as I pushed his jeans and boxers down far enough to better access to his huge cock. As soon as it was free, I bent over and took his cock in to my mouth. Oh my god it was wonderful. He tasted so good. He was huge like I knew he would be. It was hard to take him all in to my mouth but I gave it my best. Mmmmmm it was so good. I could feel him growing in my mouth so I knew I must be doing something he liked.

This was so awesome. I am at a road side park on a beautiful night with my tits hanging out; my ass in the air, while I am sucking this gorgeous mans huge cock. Who could ask for a better night?

Charlie pulls me up and turns me around to face the table. He slides my thong over my hips, down my legs and off and then puts them in his pocket. He slowly glides his fingers up my legs to my very hot and very moist pussy. He spreads my legs a little further apart with one of his hands and begins to tease my pussy with his fingers. He traces the lips of my pussy with one of his fingers, and then gently pinches the lips together. Once again he begins tracing and every so often flicking my clit. He leans over and whispers in my ear how he loves that my pussy is so wet and so hot. He puts a finger in and wiggles it around. The next thing I know there are two fingers in my pussy and he is finger fucking me hard and damn it does feel good but it's not what I want. I want that huge hot cock deep inside me. He knows this but says he is having so much fun teasing me. Then he asks me what I want. He says to tell him what I want. So I do, I tell him I want his huge cock deep inside my pussy. I want him to fill me up with that gorgeous throbbing cock.

He pulls his fingers out and begins to tease me with his cock. He doesn't put it in; he just taps my pussy with it. He is driving me crazy and he knows this. I can't stand it any longer; I tell him I want him to fuck me, fuck me now, and fuck me hard. He says "baby, I thought you would never ask".

He slides his cock in slowly, inch by inch, and I almost cum from that. He is so big and feels so good I barely contain myself but I manage to somehow. As he is fucking me from behind, my tits are rubbing against his t-shirt on the table. I can feel the roughness of the concrete table as my tits rub back and forth against the table with each thrust of his cock into me. It's enough to drive any woman to a massive orgasm and I am on my way!

The next thing I know Charlie stops and says "baby turn around, I want to see those beautiful tits and watch your face as you squeeze every bit of cum out of my cock." You can bet your ass I turned around quick! He entered me again and I swear it was better than the first time. I don't know how or why and truthfully don't really care because damn it was amazing. I have my legs wrapped around his waist and he is deep inside me. With every thrust of his huge cock I think my entire body is going to explode. I don't know how he knew but I love it when a guy tells me that he is getting ready to cum. He starts telling me that he is getting closer and closer and I hope that he can feel my pussy squeezing his cock My hope is answered when Charlie lets out kind of what can only be described as a yelp and says "damn baby, you have got such a tight strong pussy, it feels so good." That was all it took, all I needed to hear and I let loose. Then I feel it. I feel him explode, I can feel his cock jerking and shooting all of his cum deep inside me. I feel his cum splash all over inside my pussy and I had the best, strongest, probably longest orgasm I think I have ever had.

When he is spent he leans over and lays his head on my shoulder, kisses me and tells me how great that was. I can still feel him inside me and I still haven't caught my breath yet, all I can do is nod in agreement. When I am finally able to speak again, I tell him that yes I agree with him it was great. He sits up and pulls out and I will be honest with you, I missed it as soon as it was gone. He said he would be right back. He walked over to his bike and came back with a towel. We both cleaned up and straightened up our clothes the best we could. I put the t-shirt back on that he had loaned me then Charlie took me in his arms and kissed me again. We walked back over to the bike and rode back to the bar taking our time and just enjoying the ride. We got to the bar and of course everyone was already gone. He parked the bike next to my car but still walked me over to the car. He opened up the door for me. He kissed me again before I got in and told me that he was going to follow me home just to make sure I got there safe and sound.

When we got to the house he walked me to the door and kissed me again. I reminded him that I had his shirt on and that he still had my thong in his jeans pocket. He said he knows and that he guesses that since we have each others clothes that he will have to call me tomorrow so that we can see each other to give them back. I told him yeah I guess that would be a good idea. He kisses me again tells me goodnight and that he will call me tomorrow. What a man!

Well that was my night. What do you think? Think I am doing better now? I do. 



Dear Diary



May 5

Dear Diary,

There's this woman at work. She does things to me. I don't know where she works, but sometimes she comes down to our department and hangs out with one of the graphic designers. About a month ago, I was going out to lunch, and we were both waiting for the elevator together. We smiled at each other – like you do when you know someone works for the same company but you don't know them personally. And she looked me in the eyes, a piercing, green-eyed stare, and said, "I really like your glasses." I think I stammered my thankyou and actually blushed. Then the descending elevator arrived and I think I pretty much ran into it and kept my eyes down.

The thing is, I don't think she was talking about the glasses, really.

Since then, I've seen her around about once a week. She smiles and says hello as we pass in the corridor, and I swear she walks past my desk on purpose to get to my colleague who's on the other side of the partition, which she never did before. And I'm sure she's just being friendly. So why do I feel strange?

How do I feel strange? Well, I feel a little 'hot under the collar', I suppose. Or nervous – like before a big job interview. And I don't know why.

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May 7

Dear Diary,

Who am I kidding? Of course I know why. I feel like she's coming on to me. I don't know why. You don't think she could be, do you? I'm sure she's just being friendly. I mean, it's not as if she's cornered me against the copy machine or anything, is it? OMG! I just actually saw that in my head, and I feel strange again. What is it with these feelings?

I don't know where they could be coming from. I mean, I don't like other women. Do I? I went to an all-girls' school, for chrissake. If I had feelings for other women, surely I would have found that out in the 7 years I spent there! But I didn't even have a crush on another girl, and that's supposed to be a normal part of growing up. No, I'm pretty sure I'm as straight as a die. No, Linda doesn't count. That was just pubescent body discovery; the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" thing, taken a step further. Yes, we touched each other's clitoris with our fingers, oh, and tongues, but we were 12 for pete's sake! And we're still friends now. And I didn't even remember it until she drunkenly brought it up at Karen's wedding a few years back. So what if she said it was some of the nicest sex she'd ever had. Doesn't say much for HER love life, does it?

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May 13

Dear Diary,

I was having lunch in the food court today, by myself, with a book. She came and said hello and asked if she could sit with me. She wasn't pushy. She said that if I wanted to read my book, she wouldn't bother me. Well, I couldn't really say no, could I? I mean, it would have been really rude.

She's actually very nice. She's Australian. She's got the most wonderful naturally-curly brown hair. It looked really soft to the touch. Those piercing green eyes were staring at me again. It was quite difficult to take in what she was saying. I don't even know what we talked about, to be honest. I don't think I said very much, which is not at all like me. She said we should do it again some time and I heard myself agreeing. Well, she IS nice, and very pleasant to talk to. I think.

The tables in the food court are a bit small for two. Her knees kept touching mine under the table, and when she bent to get her bag, she touched my ankle. She apologised, of course.

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May 19

Dear Diary,

Some of us went out for drinks at that trendy hotel bar after work. It's the first time I've been to one of these after-work things. But J. said he didn't mind picking the kids up from school and getting dinner, so I thought, "why not?"

I was sitting on a bar stool talking to the graphic designers and other copywriters and she came over. Well, she is good friends with C. She kissed me on both cheeks like we'd known each other for ages, and leaned up against the bar next to me, propping her elbows on it. She kept leaning into me when she laughed. I thought I was going to fall off the bar stool if she did it any harder. Then she went round the other side of me as she'd got in a two-way conversation with T. And she put her hand on my thigh and leaned over me to get her drink from where she'd been before. She apologised, but her tits were practically in my face!

The thing is, and I probably shouldn't be saying this – hell, feeling it! – but it was quite nice. I don't know what the guys thought. I'm sure C. was grinning.

They're going out again in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure I'll go with them.

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June 2

Dear Diary,

I went out for after-work drinks again this evening, and OMG! OMG! OMG! And OMG!

Maybe I should start at the beginning. We had a couple of drinks and then C. wanted to play pool and challenged Miss Australia to a game. We all wandered over to the pool tables and sat down nearby. C. broke, sank a few, and then it was Miss A's turn. She can certainly handle a cue. On her second ball, she had to squeeze between me and the table. I tried to give her some room, but she said she wasn't that fat, and leaned over the table. I could see right up her short skirt and she was wiggling her bottom at me! I had to take a long sip of my Long Island Iced Tea.

On her second tour of the table, she was at the other end, leaning over again with her boobs almost falling out of her top. It was quite disconcerting. She looked me straight in the eyes and winked!

Afterwards, we decided to move over to the lounge area, but I really needed to pee. I strolled over to the Ladies' and before I knew it, Miss A had bounded up beside me and grabbed my hand. I wasn't sure what to do. '"Why is it girls always go to the loo together?" she laughed. I laughed too, somewhat relieved. I think.

Of course, when we got in there, it was full. We waited a little while and I told her I had been impressed with her pool-playing. She rubbed my upper arm and told me it was sweet of me to say so. Then one of the cubicles became free. I offered to let her go first, but she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in with her, laughing that we were all girls together.

It was a tight fit in there. I really needed to go, so she let me go first. But she was in front of me so we had to squeeze round each other. It was a bit difficult because we both have rather large breasts, and they were pressed quite closely together as her bum was pushed forward by the toilet-paper holder. I felt my nipples get hard when they touched, and I was feeling quite flustered.

I lifted my skirt up, pulled my panties down and sat on the loo. As I did so, she started to raise her skirt and inch her knickers (if you can call them that) over her hips. She's about 5' 11", and her muff was unnervingly close to my face. I was fascinated though, because it was completely shaved (!) and very pale compared to my own. You know, really pink, and her inner lips poked through the outer ones. I was beginning to feel quite warm and trying to hurry up peeing, but you know how it is when you've had a bit to drink and you've been holding on for a while. It always seems to take ages.

I finally finished and wiped myself. That took a long time too. I was a bit surprised. There seemed to be an awful lot of excess fluids down there. She was dancing around, with her mouth pressed together and her knees kept crossing and uncrossing, so I supposed she was also dying to go. I stood up and we pressed together again as we swapped places. My skirt was still up around my waist and my knickers round my calves. I started to bend down to pull them up, but bumped my ass on the door and sort of fell forward towards her. She put her hands up to stop me falling and her hands enveloped my boobs. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she said grinning, and I stammered that it was my fault.

"Here," she offered, "let me help you." Her arms came out but, instead of pulling up my panties, she grabbed me behind the thighs and pulled me towards her, and all of a sudden, she was nuzzling my pussy! My hands were on either wall of the cubicle and I was staring at the tiling behind the toilet. I don't know what I was thinking, really. And then she started to lick me! 

OMG! OMG! She could teach my husband a thing or two! She licked the outer lips first and sucked them and ran her tongue down the inside fold of each. I was still staring at the back-wall tiling and starting to feel quite thirsty. At least I think so. My mouth was quite dry and I kept swallowing. She was going round and round the outside, and I was starting to feel quite weak at the knees, not to mention very wet.

Then she started to lick around my clit and the outside of my inner lips and I had to push harder against the cubicle walls to keep myself upright. I wasn't staring at the tiling anymore. My eyes were closed, and I think my head was hanging. I was having difficulty breathing too.

And then I felt her tongue slip inside my inner lips and slowly run its way up to my clitoris. When she touched it there against my button, I really thought I was going to collapse on top of her. I was biting my bottom lip so hard, I was sure I was going to draw blood. She began running her tongue up and down between my inner lips and circling round my clit, and flicking it from side to side every now and then. I could hear myself breathing harder, and I could also hear people chatting on the other side of the door, the running of water, the noise of the hand-dryer and the flush in the next cubicle. I remember being vaguely worried that someone would know, but my body was tingling all over and it was all a bit of a blur.

My stomach muscles were contracting so much that my skirt fell on top of her head. I opened my eyes as I felt the movement and saw her calmly use one hand to push it back up again, and then pull my undies down to my ankles, lift my knee and extract my foot. She pulled me closer and lifted my leg over her shoulder, bending down further and turning her head slightly to get further under me. And then she slid her tongue just inside me, began rubbing at the spongy bit, and I was taking in lots of sharp breaths and staring at the tiling again and blinking hard. I could feel my insides contracting in and out and then I couldn't stop myself from gasping out loud as I came, pushing hard on the cubicle walls to keep from falling over.

I was panting and still blinking hard, and cum was sliding down my thigh, and she was still licking me and flicking me and sucking me and pushing her nose into me, and my hands just sort of reached up and gripped the tops of the cubicle walls just in time for me to arch my back with my second body-shuddering orgasm. I'm sure I must have moaned loudly, but I don't really remember.

The one knee I was standing on completely gave way, and it was only the fact that I was holding on to the cubicle walls that stopped me from tumbling on top of her. Her hands lifted my thighs and she gave a few last licks before gently taking my leg down and putting my foot back through my panties. She tore off some toilet paper and wiped my thighs and pussy before pulling my knickers up completely. Then she patted my mound, pulled down my skirt and put her hands on my hips to push me back far enough so she could stand up. I was staring at the tiling again, and probably my mouth was hanging open, when her head appeared in front of my eyes. I heard her tear off some more paper and she wiped her chin, nose and cheeks, threw the paper in the bowl, then took my face in her hands and kissed me. Her tongue rolled around mine and I tasted myself, mixed in with her own saliva. It tasted wonderful as she kissed me slowly and tenderly.

I was still gripping the cubicle walls and she pried my fingers off and turned me around so I could sit on the loo to recover. She squatted down in front of me and caressed my face. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she said, smiling. I shook my head because I couldn't talk. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be able to stand. "Actually, love, " she said as I stood, " I really do need the loo now," and we danced around again so she could go.

Needless to say, we got a few odd looks as we came out of the cubicle. I was blushing hard but she threw her head back and laughed, grabbing me round the shoulders and squeezing me to her.

Miss A led the way back to the lounge and moaned out loud to the guys that she hated places where there weren't enough toilets for the number of patrons and you always had to wait so long. Only C. acknowledged the comment, smiling at me. I smiled half-heartedly back but I could feel my cheeks reddening and I was glad it was quite dark in there. I didn't stay long after that, just finished my drink and hastily said goodbye to them all, mumbling some excuse about having to get back to the husband and kids. Miss A stood up and kissed me on both cheeks, whispering into my ear: "Thankyou. That was yummy. We must do it again some time."

But I can't. Can I?



Dear Diary



Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Dear Diary, 

This afternoon I met the most scrumptious guy I've ever seen. He's over six feet tall, and built like a Greek god, with black, curly hair and the most soulful eyes. I think you can tell a lot about a man by his eyes. Anyhow, he's going to be working at the desk next to mine, and I might be able to give him some help in getting started on the job. I sure hope I can get him started on me too. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Dear Diary,

He spoke to me today! His name is Jon, and that's how it's spelled. I think that's such a sexy name when it's spelled that way. Anyhow, he asked me to help him with something, so I went over and leaned on his big, broad shoulder and showed him how to fill out some of the forms we use. I made sure to press my boobies into his arm while I was doing it. I'm pretty sure he got turned on, because he thanked me when I left. I know I sure got turned on by rubbing my nipples on him! 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Dear Diary,

I think Jon is interested, but he's too shy to make a move. I encouraged him today by wearing my tightest mini-skirt and lowest cut blouse, and made sure he got a lot of looks at what I've got for him. He looked, but he was enough of a gentleman that he didn't stare. I think that's more important anyhow, being a gentleman. More of the same tomorrow.

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Friday, September 4, 2009

Dear Diary,

TGIF, and a three day weekend. I'll be away from Jon for three whole days, but at least I gave him plenty to think about while we're apart. I wore my green mini that just covers my ass, and my aqua panties that you can see right through. Jon sure saw a lot of what I had to show him, because I bent over the filing cabinet right in front of him a couple of times, and I know he was looking. I almost asked him out, but I want him to be the one to do that. "The Rules" says I have to wait, and that author is a lot smarter than I am. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

Dear Diary,

I got so horny thinking about Jon that I went down to Maxy's Place and picked up some dude. He ate my pussy, and I came, but all the time I was looking at his brown hair between my legs, I was thinking about Jon's curly black mop. He is sure a gorgeous guy. When we were screwing, I kept my eyes closed and thought about Jon all the time, and came big time. I guess a substitute is better than nothing, but I wish it was the real thing. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Dear Diary,

Saturday night was pretty good, but I got to thinking about Jon again, and it wasn't good enough anymore, so I went back to Maxy's for a matinee. That same dude wasn't there, but another guy was, and we went to his pad. I blew him, and his cum tasted good, but I bet Jon's would have been better. He ate my pussy and we screwed, and I came from both of those, but I still wish it had been Jon's head between my thighs and his body on top of mine and his dick in me. Oh, god, I'm getting horny again just thinking about him. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Monday, September 7, 2009

Dear Diary,

Here it is, Labor Day, time for all us working stiffs to have a holiday. I used to like three day weekends, but this one is keeping me away from Jon for too long. I got laid twice this weekend, and that got me through the three days, but I'm sure looking forward to seeing Jon again on Tuesday. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Dear Diary, 

Jon looked even more handsome today. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but he did. We talked while we were working, and I think he's getting more interested all the time. I wish he'd make a move. I'm so hot for his body I'm almost ready to jump his bones in his chair, even though that would not be cool. I'm going to wear my tight blue jersey and no bra tomorrow and let him get a look of my nipples. I wish he'd do more than just look, but I have to be patient. 

XOXOXO, Wendy

*

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dear Diary, 

We went out to lunch together! I think the braless look did it. Jon has been brown bagging it, but today, when he saw me, he asked if I wanted to go to lunch with him. It was just Mickey Dee, and we went Dutch, but it's a start. I feel a lot better now. I was afraid I might have been wasting my time, but things are finally going the right direction. I'm getting so horny now, just thinking about Jon, I'm going to go to bed with my vibe. In just a few days, I hope I'll have Jon's dick in me instead.  
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Thursday, September 10. 2009

Dear Diary,

We've got a date tomorrow night! Jon wants to stop and have a drink together after work, and he wants me to meet a friend of his. I'll have to take my bigger purse so I can carry some extra panties, cuz I expect to make a weekend out of it. I wonder what kind of a place he's got. I wonder if he'll go down on me. If I blow him first, I'll bet he will. I can hardly wait until tomorrow night, but I'm not going to use my vibe tonight. I want to be good and horny when I go home with Jon. 

*

Friday, September 11, 2009

Shit! The fucking friend was his boy friend. The SOB is gay as a lark. 

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Dear Diary



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Dear Diary,

Does anyone even keep such things anymore? I suppose since I am using password protected computer files, you are not truly a diary. But what are you then? An electronic journal of a fucked up mind I suppose. But that is too long to type each day, so how about we just keep to 'diary?'

You realise, of course, I am only doing this to make my shrink happy and keep everyone (meaning my parents) off my back. They seem to think I am 'sick?' That I need help somehow. It is all bullshit, of course. My grades are good. Actually they are damned good since I make the Dean's List every f'ing semester. My dorm room is so clean you could eat off the floor. No one else on the hall can even come close to that. I am keeping to the budget that my parents gave me for college. In fact, I have actually managed to save a little bit just in case those puritanical assholes decide to cut me off. I even frigging volunteer to tutor some of the football players that are having trouble in class.

Of course, that is where all this 'trouble' began...at least in my parents' eyes. Narrow-minded, religious bigots that they are. I ask you, Diary, is there anything wrong with a young woman exploring her awakening sexuality? I mean I kept my fucking virginity until college. I do meaning fucking since we are not counting those hand jobs and blow jobs that I gave Tyler Williams. But come on, this is the twenty-first century why can't a girl enjoy some dick? Cock? Penis? Fucking? Preferably the big black kind.  

I would like to say that is all there is too it, but I realize with their small-town Texas ideals and religious upbringing my parents would not be happy with me fucking around...period. But would they really be making me see a shrink and threatening to cut off all support if it was white guys? Alright, granted Mommy might have been a tad shocked when she walked into my dorm room to find even three white guys naked and hard as a rock. But I think that she is just jealous that I have the balls to do what she always wanted to. I saw how big her eyes got when she saw those black cocks. 

Of course, she ran straight home to Daddy and told him everything. He even bought Pastor Williams up to the college to 'speak' with me. Maybe I should have told him about the things that his precious Tyler and I did at Christian camp. Or perhaps I should have told him the things that his perfect son wanted me to do? But I wasn't stupid. I cried and begged for the lord's forgiveness; just like a good girl. 

But how do we know that De Vinci movie wasn't right? Perhaps even Jesus got some good loving with Mary Magdalene? I sure hope he did. I mean it would be a real bitch to die for everyone else's' sin and not even have any fun of your own. 

It is the shrink stuff that is really pissing me off though. Why do I have to see one of the university's counsellors every week? Since when was fucking black guys a mental health problem? The only cool thing about it that she seems to see things more my way. While my parents think we are exploring the 'deviate and sinful' mind that makes a good girl do such nasty things, we are actually talking about how fucked up they are for not accepting sexual exploration as normal. That's the only thing that makes all this bullshit bearable at all...someone that recognizes I am just having some fun. 

I am not hurting anyone. We always use condoms...yeah for safe sex. And I never do anything I don't want to or make them do anything they don't want to. OK, I admit that perhaps I might have been having too much fun when Mommy stopped by. It is one thing to be fucking Terrell, Payton and Eugene, but all at once? But we were having fun before she came in. It did hurt a bit to have Eugene's thick seven inches in my bum at the same time that Terrell had his seven and a half stuffed in my little pussy, but even the pain had a nice edge to it. Thankfully Payton had his eight inches stuffed down my throat so I could not scream though. 

Damn, why am I sitting here typing to you, Diary, when I could be over at Payton's apartment getting fucked? That is the crazy thing; not me. Fuck it all! I wrote that damned paper for health tomorrow. My laundry is folded and put away. Why shouldn't a girl enjoy a big black dick if she's taken care of her business?

I'll see you tomorrow, Diary. If you are very good...or naughty...I might even tell you what happened tonight. 

Bye...

Abigail 



Dear Diary



Dear diary

I ended up there again. An hour away by bus from my neighbourhood at the ywca with many women in various states of undress. You probably ask dear diary why I don't just enjoy the company of heather, a fellow senior at my high school who seems very interested in me. Why do I come here under the pretense of swimming, but more honestly to feel some sense of true sensuality and sexuality. The answer is that I like anonymity of watching these people with the hope that I might accidentally bump my bare skin against theirs. But even more so, I don't like heather's in your face brand of sexuality. Her desire to trumpet every aspect of female with female, dating, mating etc. I am only an eighteen year old girl/woman. I want to be able to pursue someone without it turning into a political statement or after school special.

And sometimes it feels like its enough just to be there. I can clandestinely watch someone showering while I shower and hope that they don't notice that I have been washing my genitals for several minutes. I must say that my clit sparkles with a new car shine when I am finished there. But understandably, I am not really happy with these events, I will try to explain what I feel. The only word I can think of, is more. When I am feeling the most pleasure or arousal, etc, I want more, more touching of her, more touching by her more of something in my wetness. My sopping wetness is physically a hole, but mentally its an appendage and invitation to the outside to join me. Not a hole to be filled, but a portal to channel my torrent of desire. I imagine my passion would service as much as it might need to be serviced. 

So why not be real, why not just meet, touch , kiss and love a real female. I guess because nothing can be done quietly as a high school student. One of my friends danced a slow dance with another female student and held her hand at times through the evening. The next day a female class mate said she noticed that she was holding hands and dancing close with a girl, and asked her what it feels like to be a lesbian. My friend was upset and ran off, I would have been mad and said I notice you are five foot four and about ninety five pounds, how does it feel to be anorexic. Whenever any girls at school do anything at all "lesbian" they get peppered with questions about it from other female students. I wish I could figure out how to be me, without any of my same sex behaviours being taken as an invitation for classmates to involve me in an open roundtable discussion about my most private thoughts and feelings.

And so dear diary I might have been willing to stay faithful to only you, were it not for what happened next at my oasis of sensuality. After the object of my interest finished rinsing and departed the opposite end of the shower to the opposite lockers, I turned to see a tall relatively young towelled woman standing in an otherwise deserted locker room. Her eyes were very kind and she said its ok to be this way, to which I said : well duh; its genetics yknow; its like being left or right handed; we choose to be gay at about the same time the others choooooooooooooooose to be straight; the book that chastises homosexuality, also endorses slavery, and putting people to death for sabath activities or the improper handling of pig not exactly a bastion of intelligent thought on any subject. I instantly felt hideous for my outburst but her eyes seemed to have the perfect answer, a combination of understanding for my pent up angst along with a look of "its time to move past some of this fight and be who you be"

At this point I became aware that she hadn't verbally responded yet, and I had no idea what she was thinking, I just knew I was extremely naked with enough arousal to make my nipples visible by satellite. I instantly turned red with shyness. Almost in unison, a towel appeared in her hand. I took it from her to wrap myself and we sat on a bench. She began to speak in the most healing tones. In fact the tone was so important that I don't really remember much of what she said. Mostly it seemed to be that coming in to ones sexuality is hard especially for those with "controversial" instincts. She then asked me a question that seemed like a lifetime coming, which was "what do you need and want". As I went through my first responses, not be gay, not be different, not upset my family friends, etc. I realized these things were all what other people needed or what I imagined they wanted.

So my answer to the question what do you need was surprising to me, which was I need to get laid. "Yikes were did that come from" was my instantaneous response to my self, but she just smiled and tapped me twice on my shoulder, like a coach encouraging a made basket. I should have been uncomfortable, but I was too busy being really horny. She was really beautiful and her towel was very thin and fairly small. I could see much of her beautiful breasts peeking above the towel as well as a good sense of her perfect nipples through the towel. And I realized that I was a breastman (well woman). Imagine little old me a fratboy, dad would be so proud. But this was no time for sarcastic self derision, I would have an entire adult life for that, (unfortunately). No this was the time for captain sex drive. I really was enjoying that fact that I was enjoying seeing this beautiful body.

Just about the same time that I started to think, ok great, now what, when she spoke again and said tell me about some of the other girls at your school. I told her about the girl who likes me, who is so out there (militant milli to her friends, and foes as well I guess) I told her about friends who suspected I was gay and those who didn't. In the middle of my teenage prattle, she asked " isn't there anyone you have a crush on" and I immediately thought of Nicole. I have known Nicole since middle school. She always seemed to be the first to know things. The first to know how to do algebra, chemistry, physics, etc (although I was usually second, but I digress), the first to know about Margaret cho and her take no prisoners sexuality. She had grown up in nyc, wore the funkiest clothes and was always listening to the best music. We had been sitting together at lunch, science lab, and on the bus for years. I think I knew just about everything about her, except whether she was gay. She spent time around boys, but so what, so did I. She never said that she gets wet for beautiful breasts, hips, legs, and the idea of kissing, licking, loving a female, but neither have I.

As I started to describe her to this total stranger, I realized that I had memorized every detail of her. I knew her favourite bands, food, and clothing labels. I could draw the top half of her body perfectly, every curve starting at her hips, including her breasts which are in my opinion about a c cup with a thirty four size across the chest and virtually perfect (but I digress) and finally to her neck which has a few odd marks here and there which only make her more beautiful in my opinion. Her face is a bit round and reflective of the slightly extra weight in her ass that only makes her more sexy. She is not the typical teenage stick doll that rooms the halls like packs of antelopes, but instead seems like a real body. Not a bony gap dancer but a being full of sex and life. I can imagine someone with her kind of ass, hips, and tits, would be capable of great wetness. I dream of shedding all her clothes from top to bottom, exploring with my tongue as I go, I contemplate seeing the mound between her legs to finally determine what her true hair colour is and enjoying her between those legs into perpetuity. Sucking and licking and fingering and with my tiny hands maybe even fisting her as her juices flow like the nile. To paraphrase hamlet that would be the key to the rub. Rubbing her, anyway possible to unleash her sexuality, so that she would flood my small face with a Katrina of vaginal fluids and then fly up in lust to suck me, lick me, bite me, penetrate me with fingers, vibrators, carrots, anything that just happened to be within arm length.

I finally stopped to take a breath and realized that I had never said or really thought this before and I was in fact uncovering my soul to a (lets say this together complete stranger), but her response was, as had been her forte, healing. She said it sounds like you know what you want, I find it much easier for everyone to deal with that. It also seemed to her that what I feared most was rejection, but that in her experience her greatest regrets were opportunities missed. By this time I was dressing very quickly and starting to head out of the lockers saying that I had no idea whether Nicole would be a great love of my life or a source of ridicule or pain for years to come, but vowing that I was going to find out.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary:

It's me Cindy again. It's now been three months since I started at this community college and still have yet to make any real friends. I kind of hang out with this girl Lauren but she's always busy with her club. Maybe if I join the club with her I can make some friends and the guys will notice me too. I can't even get a date right now and I'm so frustrated. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll join the club with her, no matter what. 

Of course I wouldn't need to do this if it wasn't for my stupid mom. She left us a year ago and my dad still hasn't recovered. We had to move here after he got fired from his job for drinking. He had to take a job as a city bus driver and I'd just die if anyone found out. I feel bad for him. He hasn't had a single date since she left, and I know he's lonely. 

Anyways, I've got to get to class.

XOXOXO

Dear Diary:

Sorry it's been so long but I've got a story to tell you. I'll start from the beginning.

That girl Lauren wanting to take me shopping so I met her at the mall. She had a great taste in clothes so I figured it would be good for her to help me out. I would take any advice from her. She was pretty and everyone seemed to like her.

"You should totally wear this," Lauren said handing me a skirt.

"Isn't that a little short," I asked nervously examining the brown mini skirt.

"You're such a square," she said laughing. "You've got a great body. You need to show it off."

"I don't know," I said looking at myself in the mirror.

"You want guys to notice you don't you," she said. "Go try it on. Oh and wear this." She handed me a yellow shirt with Spongebob on it and pointed me to the changing room.

I went into the changing room and got undressed. The shirt was much tighter than anything I normally wore. It did look pretty good though as it clung to my petite frame. The skirt barely reached the halfway point of my thighs, making me realize how white I really was. 

Lauren was standing there when I stepped out. "Wow," she exclaimed looking at me. "Turn around."

I turned around, showing off the new clothes. "You like it?" I asked.

"You look hot," she said. "C'mon, we're buying it."

I wore the clothes out of the store after we paid for them. As we walked through the mall I noticed guys looking at me. I couldn't believe they were looking at me instead of Lauren, considering she had a tanned body that complimented her long blonde hair. Nevertheless it felt great as I strut my stuff through the mall.

"Let's get you a makeover," Lauren said.

"Oh I can't afford that."

"It's on me. C'mon," she insisted and pulled me into a salon.

I looked in the mirror after the lady finished. I couldn't believe my eyes. She dyed my hair from brown to dirty blonde and curled it. She cut it so it now rested halfway down my back.

"Amazing," I said examining my new look.

"The guys are gonna be all over you," Lauren said as we left the salon.

I came home to find my dad on the couch. He stared at me as I walked in, obviously noticing my new look.

"Wow," he said eying me.

"You like it," I asked spinning around. 

"Isn't that a little tight?" He paused then said, "And a little short. For heaven's sake I can see your bra through that shirt."

"Oh daddy," I giggled. "All the girls dress like this."

"Well I don't like," he said and resumed watching his show.

I couldn't wait for school tomorrow to show myself off. I went to bed early but couldn't sleep in anticipation.

The next day came and I met Lauren at lunch in the cafeteria. For once I looked just as good as her. My skirt was just as short but she wore a white blouse and knee high socks. "I got you something," she said handing me a bag.

"Really," I asked accepting it. I looked inside to find a black bra.

"You're a b right?" She asked.

"Ya," I said eyeing the bra.

"I thought so," she said. "Just like me." 

"Thank you," I replied. "I don't know what to say."

"Go put it on." 

"Um...ok," I said and went to the restroom. I went into the stall and put it on. I couldn't believe how well it fit. It pushed my breasts up and the padding added to my size. When I put my shirt back on I noticed that I could see it underneath my already stretched shirt. Hesitantly I walked out and back to Lauren, who was surrounded by a group of people.

Lauren whistled as I came up. "Now that's the stuff." 

I looked at the ground as they all stared at me.

"This is Cindy," Lauren announced to the group. "She wants to be part of the club."

"Do you now?" One of the girls asked me. "Well I'm not so sure your yearbook club material."

"Cindy this is Veronica," Lauren informed me. "Veronica, I think she could help us out a lot."

"I don't know," she said mischievously. "Well, tell you what. Take this camera around the school and take pictures."

"Sure," I said happily accepting the camera. "Anything in particular?"

"Give me your number. I'll text you if I think of anything."

"Sure," I said writing my number down and handing it to her. I skipped away from the group excited about my first assignment. I took pictures of everything around me, trying to capture it all. 

After school I lined up to get on the bus when Lauren and Veronica walked by. I didn't want them to see I rode the bus but it was already too late. "C'mon think of something," I thought trying to come up with an excuse. 

"Oh hey," I said nervously.

"What are you doing?" Veronica asked. "Do you ride the bus?"

"Oh no," I responded quickly. "I'm just, uh, getting some pictures of what the poor students go through after school."

"Oh good," Veronica replied. "That could be good. Get something juicy."

"Yes," I cheered silently to myself. 

"I'll come with you," Lauren said getting in line with me.

"Ya, great," I hesitated and waved goodbye to Veronica. We climbed on board and I nearly died when I saw that my dad was driving the bus. 

"Hey Cindy," he said as I passed by. 

I ignored him and looked away as I quickly passed him. I eagerly sat down in the middle of the bus. 

"Do you know him," Lauren asked as she sat next me.

"Oh," I paused to think. "He's my neighbor." I couldn't let her know that my dad drove the bus. It would be bad enough if she knew I actually rode this every day.

"Oh ok," Lauren said buying my story. 

Relieved, I started taking pictures of the rowdy students as the bus pulled away. I got pictures of them as they irrespectively threw garbage around the bus, turning it into a trash pit. I even got pictures of this couple making out. One by one the students were dropped off until it was just Lauren and I that remained on the littered bus.

"Are we ever going to reach your stop?" Lauren asked looking around. 

"Oh ya it's coming up," I responded, happy I was coming up with these excuses. That's when I received a text from Veronica. 

It read, "You know what would be rad, if you flashed the bus driver. Tell Lauren to take the picture." 

I nearly died inside after reading it. "What would my dad think?" I thought to myself.

Lauren saw it and laughed. "That would be hot," she said grabbing the camera from me. "On the count of three."

I knew I had to do it if I was going to be accepted into the club. I just prayed he wouldn't notice. I quickly I stood up in the aisle, closed my eyes, and pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my new black bra.

I heard the flash from the camera and suddenly the bus swerved causing me to fall over onto a nearby seat. I struggled to pull my shirt down as the bus came to screeching halt. After getting my shirt down I looked over to see Lauren laughing. I lifted myself up and saw my dad stomping down the aisle towards us. I was horrified waiting to see what he would do.

"What do you think you are doing young lady!" He yelled at me.

"I...uh," I couldn't think of anything. I prayed he wouldn't say anything as I desperately tried to think of something to say.

"Oh you know you liked what you saw," Lauren interfered.

"Ya Mr. Roads," I replied. My eyes darted between him and Lauren. My horrified look must have clued him into my situation as he didn't say anything. I hated the idea of him thinking I was ashamed of him but couldn't take the chance to blow my cover.

"Just behave you two," he commanded and walked back to his seat.

I quickly jumped back to Lauren's seat and sat by her. I couldn't believe I managed to make it out of that one. I nervously giggled with her then silenced as I heard a buzz from inside my purse. I grabbed my phone and saw another text from Veronica.

"You know what would really be cool." It read, "If you two fucked the bus driver. Do this and you're in."

I looked at Lauren and saw her smiling. "You don't really think..." I asked. 

"If you want in," Lauren said smirking at me. 

"But...I..." I couldn't think of anything to say. If she knew that was my dad I would never be accepted in and the rest of the year would be hell. But I couldn't sleep with my dad. "Let's just say we did," I asked hoping she would go along.

"No," she said denying my hopes. "She'll want proof. Besides, it's not that bad. He's pretty good looking at least."

"Well I knew that," I thought to myself. He did keep himself in shape after all. 

"Just follow my lead," Lauren said with a devilish smile as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. 

I set the camera to record video and set it on the seat. I watched Lauren as she stood up. "Mr. Roads," she said whining. 

"What is it," my dad replied looking in the rear view mirror.

"I think I hurt myself when you swerved the bus," she replied wiggling her body. 

My dad got up and stomped his way back down the aisle, obviously annoyed. He stopped a foot away from Lauren, towering over her. "What is it?"

"Right here," she said pointing to a spot right above her left breast. "I think it's bruised."

Staring down at her he said, "I don't see anything."

"Look closer," she whined pointing her chest outwards.

"You look fine."

"See its right here," she pouted grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. 

I didn't know what to do but stare. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Maybe Lauren will please him enough so I won't have to get involved," I hoped.

My dad started rubbing her breast with his hand. "Right here," he said his tone changing.

"Yes right there," Lauren replied as his hand slid under her blouse. 

I watched in awe as my dad fondled Lauren's chest. She finished unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it off as he leaned down, kissing her lips. I watched as his tongue invaded her mouth. She slowly twisted her body as she unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor, giving him full access to her creamy breasts. I was amazed how firm they stood. Her small pink nipples erect as his hands fondled them. 

"Mmm yes Mr. Roads," she moaned as her hands reached at her waistline. 

"Allow me," he said and reached down at her skirt, unbuttoning it. 

Lauren stared at me as her skirt fell down over her knee high socks and onto the floor. She ran her thumbs under her white cotton panties and wiggled them down, stepping out of them. I was amazed how great she looked standing there, naked except for her socks and shoes. I realized she wasn't a true blonde by noticing the brown landing strip above her pussy.

"That's better," she said staring into my eyes. "C'mon Cindy, your turn."

I couldn't believe my dad didn't object and say something. He just stared at me as I stood up in front of my seat. Nervously I lifted my shirt over my head and let it drop to the ground. I was expecting him to say something as I reached behind me and undid my bra. Still he stood there silent, both of them staring at me as I stripped.

Lauren grabbed my hand and pulled me into the aisle in between her and my dad. I stood half naked, staring at the ground. Lauren reached around me and grabbed my breasts. She lightly pinched my nipples before releasing them.

"Like what you see Mr. Roads?" She giggled as her hands ran down over my hips.

I looked up and into my dad's eyes. He didn't have the same look as he normally did. He looked hungry, but remained silent. I jumped as his hands found my breasts. 

Lauren knelt behind me and reached up under my skirt. She grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs as my dad fondled my breasts. I awkwardly stepped out of them as Lauren made her way back up my legs. She lifted my skirt up, exposing my bare pussy to my dad. 

I saw drool seep from his lips as he lowered his hands down my stomach. He ran his finger over the tip of my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I became as his finger slid into me. I felt myself heating up, letting out a moan as his finger explored inside me. 

Lauren playfully bit my ass cheek as she spread them with her hands. I couldn't believe what was happening. "What's worse," I thought to myself. "The fact that my own father is fondling me, or the fact that I'm enjoying it?"

Lauren stood up, put her hands on my hips, and rested her head on my shoulder. "Are we still in trouble Mr. Roads?" She pouted.

My dad stared down at me as he continued to discover my wet pussy. "Oh yes," he said. He stopped fondling me and ran his hands up my body to my cheek. "You are both in a lot of trouble," he whispered as his finger ran over my lips. My scent filled my nostrils as his finger slid between my lips into my mouth. I stared up at him as I sucked on his finger, tasting myself.

"Are we now?" Lauren whispered as she kissed my neck. Her warm breath made the hairs on my neck stand up as she kissed me. I felt her nipples across my back as I swayed my body with them.

My dad pulled his finger back and I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed it aside as I looked at his well chiseled body. He unzipped his jeans as he kicked off his shoes. Quickly he slid down his jeans and kicked them aside. His hardened cock pressed against the inside of his white boxers. He didn't break his glare at me as he pulled them down. 

I was amazed when his long, hardened member was finally freed from its cage. I was pleased he kept himself so trim, causing me to break a smile. The head looked like a mushroom as it stared up at me. 

He reached out and grabbed my hips, turning me around to face Lauren. She was smiling at me as we stared at each other. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I accepted her, and flowing with the moment, kissed her back. I never thought about kissing a girl before but she felt great. She tasted sweet and her soft touch on my lips left me desiring more. I embraced her in my arms and kissed her deeper, letting my tongue dance around inside her mouth.

I felt my dad lifted the back of my skirt and fondle my cheeks. His forceful grasp on me was a painful pleasure. His other hand pushed against my back, breaking me from my tango with Lauren's mouth. He guided me onto my knees on the nearby bench seat, facing the window. He lowered my head until it was pressed against the seat, leaving my ass high in the air. I turned my head, getting a partial glimpse of him as I waited to see what he was going to do to me. 

He lifted my skirt up onto my lower back. I watched as he lifted his arm and let it come crashing down on my bare ass. I yelped out as my body shook. "You've been a very bad girl," he said as his hand came down on me again.

"Did you know your neighbor was such a slut?" Lauren commented. 

I saw the look on my dad's face, like he was suddenly realizing why I ignored him. I clenched my teeth as he delivered another blow. 

"Well if you want to dress like a slut then that's how I'm going to treat you," he said, now breathing heavily.

"Oh yes she sleeps with practically everyone," Lauren continued to lie, leading him on. 

"Your mother was a slut," he moaned as another blow landed.

I accepted him as he spanked me. I couldn't help to think he was taking my mother leaving him out on me. His continuing blows hurt, but somehow I enjoyed it, like I deserved it. It felt good knowing it made him feel better. 

I looked back to see Lauren on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth over his cock. Apparently my punishment was over as his hands grasped my hips, turning me over. My ass was sore as it rested against the seat. I looked up to see the pleasure on his face as Lauren milked him. I grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple as I stared up at him. 

Lauren released her grasp on him and stared at me. My dad reached down and pulled my legs apart, lifting them up and onto the top of the seats to my sides. I laid there spread eagle, exposing all of me to them. 

I closed my eyes as my dad pressed his cock against the outer folds of my pussy. I felt it twirl around before he slowly slid himself in. My wet juices lubricated him as he deepened himself inside. His cock felt great inside me as he just held it there. My pussy clamped on him as I opened my eyes. I bit my lower lip as he began to drive back and forth inside of me. The heat within me built as he started pushing faster and faster. I couldn't believe how great I felt. 

Lauren rubbed his balls as my orgasm lay on the horizon. His thrusts became faster as I rubbed my breasts.

The pleasure built within me. "Mmm...Yes Daddy" I moaned out. I couldn't believe I just said that out loud. It didn't seem to affect him as he smiled and continued to plow into me. I moaned louder as that wonderful sensation filled my loins.

"Oh my god!" I couldn't help myself from yelling. "Oh fucking god!" I yelled as my orgasm surfaced.

He pulled out of me and Lauren quickly grabbed his shaft, pulling him into her mouth. I could hear her slurp as my hand reached down to my achingly wet pussy. My fingers circled as I watched Lauren enjoy my juices.

I sat up, leaning my back against the seat. One hand circled my clit while the other pinched my nipple. 

Lauren pulled her head back, letting her saliva drool down onto her chest. "I want a ride," she said looking up at him. She pulled herself up and laid down on the seat, resting her head in my lap. She spread her legs eagerly up onto the seats as my dad prepared himself to plow into her. 

I reached over and circled her nipple with my finger. She looked up at me and I could see a fire in her eyes as she readied herself.

My dad didn't wait long to ravage her. He quickly drove himself into her, causing her to yelp out. Her body bounced on the seat as I continued to twist her nipple. 

"Yes fuck me!" she yelled out. "God yes, work it."

My dad's sweaty body rocked back and forth as he wrecked her. His white knuckles gripped against the tops of the seats helped his momentum. His stare never broke as he looked into my eyes.

It wasn't long before he pulled of out her and started jerking the length of his shaft. I looked on amazed as he exploded like a cannon. He leaned over Lauren as his cum shot onto her stomach. I reached down and rubbed it into her skin with my fingers. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. I pulled on it as the remains dripped out. 

I was a little disappointed that he was done. I wanted more of him. I pulled my hand back and licked his cum from my fingers. The salty taste was only a tease of what I really wanted. I placed my hand back down, lapping up more with my finger. Lauren's head shot up as I pulled my hand back. She grabbed my hand, placing my fingers in her mouth. She eagerly sucked his cum from my fingers as I watched her excitement.

Lauren got up and leaned into my dad, kissing his sweaty chest. "Are we off the hook?" She asked giggling.

"This time," he said panting.

Lauren started to get dressed as I stood up. I looked up at him as I adjusted my skirt. 

"Not you," he said. "Get dressed and I'll see you at home."

I got dressed and we exited the bus. My dad drove off as Lauren and I stood on the sidewalk.




Dear Diary



"What did he mean?" Lauren asked. "I'll see you at home."

"I honestly don't know," I replied. "Maybe he plans on telling my dad."

Lauren and I parted ways and I walked home. The musky smell of my dad still lingered on me, making me want more. I couldn't believe what had happened but I was glad that it did. Not only will I get in the club but I felt great knowing my dad was happy, at least for a little while. 

When I got home my dad wasn't there. I showered myself off and laid in my bed. Only then did I realize I had forgotten the camera on the bus. It doesn't look like I'll make it into the club after all. 

Until next time.

XOXOXOXO



Dear Diary,



Dear Diary,

It's Ann, of course. Sorry I haven't written in since the night before my eighteenth birthday, but life has been a bit strange. I've been debating for days, whether to write about how strange the night after my birthday was. I guess, since I'm already writing, I might as well.

Saturday was my eighteenth birthday, my parents took me out to dinner like always, it was alright. The food wasn't as great as I expected, but it was more about spending time with family then actually eating. When we got home, my parents gave me the gifts they had bought. By far my favorite gift was a gift card to Victoria Secret from my mother. All the other gifts weren't my taste, and I knew I wouldn't get any use out of. So Sunday came, and I went shopping at the mall. I ended up spending pretty much all the money on my gift card. I picked up a corset, a few new bras, and some matching panties. That night, I was suppose to go out to a strip club with a couple friends, for a belated birthday celebration. However, that never happened. My friend Sarah called me about an hour before we were suppose to leave, and told me she was grounded. This basically ruined my night. So I was stuck home, birthday celebration down the drain, and the worst part was that it was Sunday. 

Sunday as you know is my Dad's "Poker Night." This is an excuse for my Dad to get drunk with a couple of his friends and excuse for my mother to disappear for the night. Well I guess here's where life gets a bit strange, as I said. It was around ten, and I was wearing these purple silk pajamas I had bought the day before. Well I decided I needed a drink, and headed to the kitchen. This is right next to the dining room, of course, where the poker game was. I hated walking into the kitchen on "Poker Nights" because I'd always have to listen to the stupid conversations my Dad and his friend were having. As I'm pouring a glass, I can hear them walking about women they were with in high school. By now they were all pretty drunk, especially my dad. As I had finished pouring the glass, and was about to head back to my room, I was yelled at to come into the dining room and say hello to everyone. I reluctantly did. I tried to say hi, as fast as possible, and quickly leave, but they insisted I stay and play a hand. I figured it would be easier to just play a hand, then try and argue my way out of it.

So we started playing, and one of his friends kept telling my Dad he needed to, "Pay up." I had no clue what he meant, but my dad seemed to get angry every time he brought it up. Well, one hand of poker, turned into many hands. I ended up playing for a couple hours. Until it was down to just my Dad, one of his friends and me playing. I actually ended up ducking out of the game, and just watching them play. Mostly because they started playing for money, and I didn't want to waste any of the birthday money I had. They played for awhile, and my Dad lost a lot of money. It ended up where my Dad was short on a blind. My Dad's friends offered the suggestion that he could play this last hand without the blind, but if he lost, he would have to, "Pay up." My Dad, who was ridiculous drunk at this point, was laughing when he agreed.

Needless to say, My Dad continued his losing streak and lost this last hand. Well almost immediately after the hand was over; My Dad's friend offered me a drink. My reflex was to say no, because my Dad was right there. The weird thing was when I said no to the vodka, my Dad told me to go ahead. So I began to drink with my Dad and his friend. We ended up drinking for awhile before moving to the couch to watch some television. By the time the "Facts Of Life" finished it's first episode, I was already drunk. Now as you know, I've drank before, but this was probably my first time ever being drunk. It felt pretty good, but I was really horny. I know that sounds weird since I was sitting there with my Dad and as his friend (I never figured out his name), but it didn't seem weird at the time. My head was resting on my Dad's lap, and I could feel his friend's leg next to my butt. They were both still drinking, while I was just trying to keep awake. The sound of the television seemed muffled, and so did the sound of my Dad and his friend talking, but I could make out a bit of what was said. My Dad's friend was pestering him to pay what he owed, and My Dad seemed to be procrastination. I remember thinking that my Dad should just pay him, so he'll shut up. Well finally my Dad agreed to pay him.

And that's when I felt a hand on my back. The hand slowly slid down my back, and caressed, my butt. Then too my surprise, I felt the hand slid under my pant line and into my pants. I didn't move, I wasn't sure if I was awake. Then I felt that same hand, slid a finger into my pussy. At this time I was drenched, and I knew the person noticed, because the next thing my Dad's friend said was something along the lines of, "She's really wet, Pat." The finger began going to work on my pussy, and I could barely keep myself from moaning. The finger probed in and out of my pussy, and then a second finger hit my clit and began rubbing it. I couldn't help it any longer, I started moaning. My Dad must of heard me, because he lifts my head up onto his chest, and hugged me. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I was better than okay. He laughed, and I felt my Dad's friend slide my pajamas down. I looked right in my Dad's eyes, as I felt pressure on my pussy, and I knew I was about to get fucked. Now I've been fucked before, but this guy was hung! At least he must of, because his dick hurt so much at first. I remember whimpering, and I remember my Dad asking me if I was okay again.

The dick pressed into me, and my pussy opened up to take it all in. The dick began slowly working my pussy, and then picked up a little pace. I could feel his hands on my hips and it felt great. I went to lay my head back on my Dad's lap and just take it, when I realized he had a hard on. I couldn't believe my Dad had a hard on. I don't know what came over me, but I took his dick right out of his pants and wrapped my lips around it. So yes Diary, as you could imagine, I felt like a whore. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like a complete whore, and I liked it. Anyway, so I continued taking his cock in my mouth, as his friends rammed my pussy repeatedly. That cock felt so good between my legs, and he was hitting just the right spots. It was hard to breath, I couldn't help but moaning and I was gagging on my Dad's hard dick. My Dad's friend grabbed my hips hard, and told my Dad he was going to come. My father yanked me by the hair off his dick, and asked me where I wanted it. Well I knew where I wanted it, I wanted it right between the legs. So without too much thought, I told them both proudly, "Fill me with cum, fuck me full of it." Those hands tightened on my hips, he pulled me down as he bucked harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, as he called me a slut, right before unloading a warm stream of cum right in the back of my pussy.

It felt so good, as I lowered my lips back onto my Dad cock, I could feel all the warmth in my pussy. My Dad's friend pumped his dick a few more times in me, before pulling out. As he lay back relaxing on the couch, he told said to my Dad, "You have to fuck this pussy Pat, it feels great. Why don't you fill the whore up, you know she wants it." Without thinking, I immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth and begged, "Daddy, please fill me pussy full of your cum, I need it! I promise I'll take it all like a good whore." Well I'm not sure if my Dad didn't want to, or not, but he grabbed my head, pressed it on his cock, and fucked my mouth. I kept gagging, but he just fucked my mouth harder. His friend cheered him on, "Fuck that whore's mouth, that's it." I felt my Dad's cock throb in my mouth and as his load hit the back of my throat. I greedily sucked it all up. My Daddy tasted so good.

This was so perfect I couldn't stop thinking; this was truly an experience of a lifetime. But then, everything was ruined. My Dad threw me down on the floor, and began yelling at me. He told me to go to my room, and never tell anyone about this. I wasn't sure what was going on, but when he started calling me a filthy slut, and talking about he didn't raise a one, I knew it was time to leave. So that's how my night ended. What a crazy night. I can't help but wonder what's going to happen next?



Dear Diary...



Dear Diary...

This morning was amazing! I wasn't sure what to expect at my first interview so I wore something smart, my Black suit and heels, with a white blouse underneath I looked a knockout. After trying about a dozen different ways of doing my hair, I tied it up in a curly heap and left the house with my fingers crossed. I thought it would be a good idea to get to the bar early, I didn't want to keep Mr. Sanders waiting. I knew that being a barmaid wasn't the most exciting job in the world, but living at home was still a drag and I hated never having enough money to go out with the girls from college.

I got to the bar about ten minutes early. When I knocked, the door was opened by a huge, black man in a grey suit. He had really short hair and shifty looking brown eyes, and to be honest, made me feel even more nervous than I already was. I explained about the job interview but he just smiled at me and walked off through a door on the right, so I followed. The room we entered was quite small and smelt of old leather and cigars. Behind an expensive looking wooden desk sat an older man, dressed all in Black. His hair was peppered with grey and he had an air of money. Somehow I knew he had to be the boss. The black guy sat down on one of the green leather chairs at the back while I just stood there, wondering what to do next.

After a moment or two, Mr. Sanders spoke. He said that I looked much younger than he'd expected and asked if I realised what the job entailed. I knew that some of the girls here wore very skimpy outfits and guessed that they were often given a hard time by the men that went there. Before I knew what was going to happen next, Mr. Saunders asked me to take off my jacket. It was a bit stuffy in the office, so I didn't mind. Next, he asked me to unbutton my blouse! I felt really uncomfortable then, and began looking for a way out of there, but the huge, black security guard sat next to the only door. It seemed safer for me to just go along with things for the time being and hope it be over soon. The first button was easy, but it took a few deep breaths before I could undo the others.

After the buttons, he wanted me to take off my skirt and shoes. It wasn't like I had a choice in the matter. There were two of them and just one of me and I was beginning to get really scared. The dark skirt fell easily to the ground and it didn't take long to kick my heels to one side. 

"Why don't you come and sit on my knee young lady" he said as he smiled to the other guy.

I thought it best to do as I was told, and walked around to his side of the desk. Looking down, I saw his plump, round cock sticking out of his trousers! It looked really hot and although I was scared I began to feel rather excited too. Although I wasn't a virgin, I hadn't had much experience, but was thinking about the job and the money I desperately needed more than anything else. 

Slowly, I took off my panties and put them on top of the desk. Standing in front of his chair I could hear Mr. Saunders groaning softly behind me. Bending my knees, I lowered myself really slowly on to his throbbing shaft. It felt huge, like it was filling me up inside. I began to rock slowly backwards and forwards on his thick cock. It felt so smooth and warm and wet down there. Pumping him softly, I arched my back and began to moan as he put his hands around me and started to pinch my nipples through my bra. I felt him pushing against me, trying to get deeper inside. By now I was panting with effort and rocking faster as his cock seemed to grow even bigger inside me! My small, round nipples tingled with pleasure as he played with them through the black lace.

With all that was going on, I'd almost forgotten the security guard. When I opened my eyes he was on the other side of the desk with his gigantic, black shaft in his hand. It was enormous! I'd never seen a black cock before, and never one of this size! He watched me lick my lips as he pulled the dark skin faster and faster. Knowing he wouldn't last long now, I motioned him over and he sat on the desk in front of me. Quickly I took his huge rod in my hand and lent my face down to it. Licking around its tip, I could taste the salty sweetness that was begging to be released. I slowly let the whole length of his shaft slide down my throat and used my tongue to tickle the base. 

This was amazing! I was being fucked by my interviewer whilst sucking off his security guard! Moving faster, pushing down harder and licking and sucking like crazy proved to be too much for them both. As Mr. Saunders came inside me, I could feel his hot spunk filling me and beginning to slide down my hot thighs. The black guy wasn't far behind. A few moments later he shot his load into my mouth and I drank it down, sucking all the time, not wanting it to end.

It seemed that I'd passed my interview because Mr. Saunders offered me a job at his bar after all. I'm not sure what my duties are yet, but I'm sure they'll be fun! I could hardly turn him down after all my hard work now, could I?



Dear Diary...



Dear Diary:

This was a night to remember (Cyndi Lauper song reference unintentional). Tired and wired as I am, I figure it's best to write it all down now, before I forget the details or they get blurred. And after I've finished, I'm going to tear the attic apart until I find a safe place to stash you away, so no one ever reads this. At least, not till I've been dead and buried a hundred years or more and the great-great-great-great grandchildren find my diary and sit around shaking their heads about that crazy old coot who called herself... of all things... Silk!

The trip to New Jersey was pretty uneventful. I hate bus rides, but I didn't want to take the chance that my car would break down along the way and I'd miss my meeting with Master. Too much went into the planning of this meeting to let it ride on anything as chancy as my car. Really, I should think about getting a new one. But the insurance would kill me, not to mention the payments, and... oops... 

I digress... 

Anyway, the bus trip was boring. I knew I should have brought my CD player with me, but I expected I'd be able to sleep at least a couple of hours. Stupid. I'm such a light sleeper. The sound of the little table fan turning OFF when we lose the electricity wakes me up... the LACK of noise... lol. Well, so I watched the scenery pass by. About all I remember is seeing Yankee Stadium off to the right, and thinking about Whyit and how many bets I've lost to him because of those damned Yankees. The time just before Vampie's party comes to mind, when the bet was, if the Yankees won, Whyit got to spank my naked ass at the party in front of everyone. Funny thing is, I didn't know whether to root for or against them!! Lol

I got into New Jersey at around 4:15 and took a taxi to the hotel. I had enough time for a quick nap, a long shower and getting dressed for my meeting. The shower was delightful... especially since I'd thought to bring my own toiletries... shampoo, soap, toothpaste... the works. I hate those little samples the hotels give you. Not even enough shampoo to get an armpit properly clean, let alone a whole head. Plus I wanted to use the cream hair remover on my pussy, to be sure there wasn't any stubble. When I got out of the shower, there wasn't a hair left on my legs, crotch or underarms... not that I could have seen it anyway... the whole bathroom was filled with steam. I had to dry off in the bedroom because the dampness kept redepositing itself on my skin. And, of course, no matter how many times I used the towel to dry my pussy, I was so turned on by what was going to happen, it just kept getting wetter and wetter. I finally gave up on it. 

My hands were shaking as I started to get dressed. And it's a good thing I brought an extra pair of stockings, because I put my nails right through the first one I tried to slip on. Pissed me off, too, at $16 a pair! I was more careful after that and managed to get them both on without a run or snag. Then I put on the black garter belt and hooked it to the stockings. I never wear panties, but found myself wishing I did, suddenly. It might have been because of the feeling of having my ass exposed, with just the garter straps hugging the backs and fronts of my thighs, but somehow, having that garter belt and stockings on made me feel worse than naked... I can't explain it. 

I brought the black satin corset with me and, after a bit of tugging and sucking in my breath until I thought my rib cage would snap, I managed to get it all hooked up and tight, the way it's supposed to be. It pushes my breasts up nicely; not up and over the top, but just so that they're rounded and inviting. The nipples are barely covered, but it fits so well, I don't worry that I'm going to pop out of the top of it. Then I slipped on the short, black spandex skirt with the little sequins running down one side. And my ankle boots. One of the most comfortable pair of shoes I own, the leather is so soft. I hope those boots never wear out, I like them so much. 

Back to the bathroom to put on a few pieces of jewelry and a ton of makeup. A black velvet ribbon around my neck with a small pearl dangling from the center, big hooped earrings along with the two studs that I always wear in my right ear, a few silver rings, my watch and a couple of silver bracelets. Slutty, but not screaming slut. 

I used a lot of bronze eye shadow... it brings out my eyes... and went a little heavy on the eyeliner. A ton of mascara. Blush on my cheeks, nose and chin. And then the lip liner and lipstick... I still remember that guy online who saw my picture saying to me, "did you know you have the perfect mouth for sucking cock?" And yes, diary, I should have been shocked, but it just made me nearly cum where I stood. Nearly. Back then, I still needed lots of clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm. Not like now, when Master tells me on the phone, "cum Silk" and it's automatic. That didn't happen right away. 

My watch told me that I had about fifteen minutes to get to the bar where we had agreed to meet, so I checked myself over once in the bathroom mirror, decided it wasn't going to get any better, and set off on foot to meet Master. Tension was running very high, especially since I'd never seen Master, but only had his description from his online profile. I knew he was 5'-11", but that wasn't going to help me much if he was sitting down. And he said he weighed about 193 pounds. Well, that seems like a pretty average weight for someone of his height, so anyone who looked average was possibly my Master. I also knew he had gray hair with a receding hairline and a moustache. That might help a bit. Then again... 

But here I was, walking into a strange bar, with the intentions of seducing my Master... and all I had was a vague idea of what he looked like. Hell, I could end up fucking the janitor and not know it till it was too late! 

What a smoky place. And darkly lit. There were several small tables scattered around the room, and most were occupied. The floor needed a good washing... even in the dimly lit space, I could see that much. There were old and faded pictures on the walls of what I could only imagine were sports figures and "famous" visitors to the bar, but the glass on the frames looked like it hadn't been washed since before the Depression, so really it could have been Normal Rockwell's for all I knew. 

The bar itself was oval shaped, with stools all around it. There were three small televisions suspended on brackets from the ceiling and placed in such a way that all the patrons of the bar could see at least one of them. And on each screen was a different sporting event. As I made my way to the bar, I quickly looked around and realized I was one of only two women in the place, the other woman being probably in her late sixties, toothless, disheveled and nearly falling off her seat drunk. When I say every eye in the place was on me as I crossed the room, it is not an exaggeration, nor a boast. Most of these people looked like the scum of the earth. 

Which made identifying Master considerably easier than I had anticipated. He was towards the back of the bar, where he could watch the door and had seen me come in. I glanced at him once, very briefly, with no more interest than I had paid any of the others, and slowly made my way to the backside of the bar, sitting down two barstools away from him, along side a very fat man with dirty, greasy hair and a full day's growth of whiskers on his face. I could smell his dirty body and wondered how many days it was since he'd showered, and debated moving to another stool. But just then, Master got up very slowly, grabbed his drink off the bar and came to stand on the other side of me. I could feel him as he passed behind me, like a source of heat that could either warm or burn. His voice was low and soft in my ear as he asked if I minded if he sat down. 

It took my every effort to act casual, look up at him, and smile pleasantly as I invited him to sit. My body was a mass of jangled nerves and I was beginning to doubt my ability to continue this play. But he seemed oblivious to my struggle and sat down, letting his leg graze mine as he settled himself onto his stool. The touch sent shock waves through me and I couldn't look at him, and so stared at the damned baseball game on the television screen facing me, thinking to myself, I HATE baseball. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. Finally I summoned up the control I needed and turned to look at him. He sat so close, I could smell his heat. It was unnerving to have him so close. But I was here for a reason, and suddenly remembered just what that was. Like the slut he expected me to be, I smiled into his eyes while my hands toyed with the ribbon around my neck before dropping my fingers to my chest, swirling them around gently between my breasts, luring his eyes downwards. "Ginger Ale, Sir," I answered. 

We talked about where each of us lived, the fact that neither of us had been to this bar before, and that neither of us were really much into drinking. I liked to watch his mouth when he talked, wondering if I would find his moustache soft or stiff when finally we kissed. And how his tongue would feel touching mine. We laughed easily together and, before long, I forgot there was anyone else in the bar. When I felt his hand on my knee, it didn't surprise me that my legs automatically spread open a little, and he seemed to have expected it, because the smile on his face grew wider and the corners of his eyes crinkled. And as we talked, his hand rode higher and higher on my thigh, pushing up the hem of my skirt as it went, until the tops of my stockings were exposed to his view. And anyone else's who happened to be looking. I didn't care about the others... I knew Master wanted them to see, and I knew he wouldn't let them touch me. 

He turned his hand over, and with the backs of his fingers began to stroke the inside of my thigh, very gently, almost tickling me. My legs obeyed when he urged them further apart and his hand began to explore higher, pushing up under my skirt towards my very wet, very eager pussy. He leaned towards me, no longer talking, and began a sweet and gentle assault on my mouth with his lips and tongue as, with two fingers, he entered my pussy and pushed them deep, bringing a small moan to my throat. I knew the fat man was watching every move, and it just made me want to give more of myself to Master. 

As he kissed me and finger fucked my cunt, I ran my hands slowly up his legs, kneading him with the heels of my palms, until I reached his crotch and let my hand grasp him through his pants. His cock was so hard. His other hand covered my breast and found my nipple through the material of my corset and squeezed hard enough to make me flinch. I, in turn, began a rhythmic stroking of his cock. I felt, rather than saw, the fat man get up and make his way to the men's room, and could just imagine what he was doing in there. Not relieving his bladder, I was sure. 

Master continued to kiss me and finger fuck me. I found the zipper on his pants and carefully unzipped them, feeling for the opening his underwear, freeing his cock and slipping his balls out where I could better enjoy them. While his fingers fucked my cunt, his thumb found my clit and began a gentle massage, bringing me closer and closer to wanting release. I felt his fingers leave me. He brought his hand to my mouth and told me to lick his fingers clean. I took them into my mouth, staring into his eyes, and sucked them clean, using my tongue to lick every drop from his hand. And then I slipped off my stool and onto my knees, he stood, placing me between his legs. With my mouth and tongue, I began to stroke his hard cock. I licked his balls and took them into my hot, wet mouth, letting them enjoy the gentle massage of my tongue. I took my time, looking up at his face, watching to be sure he was enjoying my mouth. His balls finally slipped from my mouth, and my tongue and lips tugged and taunted the head of his cock, stroking the smooth skin, my tongue tapping that dimple just below the head, taking Master in deeper and deeper, sucking him with a firm but gentle pressure, until the head of his cock was pressed to the back of my throat and even deeper. His hands grasped my head, and he began to fuck my mouth, the way a man likes to fuck a slut. With my hands, I kneaded his ass and thighs, feeling choked by his cock and wanting more. 
Every man in the bar was standing around us now, most of them with their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves in rhythm with Master's thrusting hips. I could feel the excitement in Master and knew he was building to a powerful climax. Men were moaning and shooting cum all over the place, watching Master fuck my face, wishing it was them. And then, deep in my throat, I felt the hot, sticky cum fill me. I swallowed, enjoying the salty stickiness as it coated my throat, and heard Master moan that primitive moan men sometimes make when their body releases into a woman. I wondered if it would ever stop, he kept thrusting so hard and deep. But eventually his movements slowed, then stilled, and he released a very deep and satisfied sigh. 

I helped him straighten his clothes and he helped me to my feet. He pulled me close suddenly and kissed me deeply, one hand around my shoulders, the other pushing my skirt up so that he could hold my naked ass. "Well done, slave," he said, smiling down into my eyes. "Let's get out of here. " He put some money on the bar and, with his hand on my waist, guided me out into the night.



Dear Diary...



Dear Diary,

So you know that guy Louis, right? Duh, of course you do! I've only been in love with him since I was, like, 16, when I first met him at the tennis club! And I'm 26 now... Shit, has it really been ten years that I've been, uh, crushing on him?! 

Of course, so much has happened since we first met - he's been married, had those two sweet twins, and, just about two years ago, he got a divorce. Diary, was it wrong of me to get a little thrill when I heard of his divorce?

Well, anyway, Louis called me the other day, to see if I was free to baby-sit last night, Friday night, from 5 - 11:30 pm.

And, as you know, Diary, Friday nights are Girls Night Out around here! And I guess that Louis could sense my hesitation because he goes, "Well, if you're busy, I could always send them next door, to Mrs. Wilson's. But, you know, she feeds them that God awful prune cobbler and all she does all day and night is watch the Home Shopping Network!"

Now I've met Mrs. Wilson and I could not do that to Nicole and Alexander! "Aw, Mrs. Wilson, bless her sweet, prune eating heart! She means well."

Louis chuckled.

I continued on to say, "Well, Friday nights is my usual 'Girls Night Out' - my girl friends and I go to the local watering hole. But, if it's all right by you, I could bring my stuff and freshen up at your house and still have plenty of time to spend with the girls...."

Thankfully, Louis was more than happy to comply with that plan!

So, moving along to last night, Diary, I went over to Louis' home straight after work, armed with a duffle bag full of an outfit and all my makeup and hair supplies! 

I had to carry my boots in by hand - you know the ones, Diary, those new black leather ones with the skinny heels and the pointy toes. The ones that men tend to be both frightened of and excited by!

Louis was the one to open the door, giving me a make shift hug hello around my duffle bag, and I could hear his kids racing around in the background. It's hard to believe that they're already 5! And Louis is 50, but, really he doesn't look a day over 30! Yummy!

Anyway, so Louis answered the door and immediately noticed all my 'luggage'. "Moving in, Carolyn?," he teased.

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I flushed, but, before I could answer, he noticed the boots in my hand. "Damn, Girl! You could cause some serious damage with those boots!" 

And he proceeded to sing "These Boots are Made for Walkin'" as he led me through the kitchen and in onto the living room where we found the kids on the couch, noisly playing 'Go Fish'.

Anyway, Diary, you don't want to hear all the boring details of my night baby-sitting, do you? No, of course not! I know you, you want all the dirty details!

Soooo..... skipping ahead, the kids were a piece of cake and went to sleep without too much trouble. At about 10:45, I started to get ready.

First, I freshed up my makeup and took my hairclip out, letting my curls tumble wildly down my back. Then I started to get dressed, exchanging my baggy faded worn jeans for my favorite pair of dark low riders. The ones that hug my long legs just right and sit just low enough on my hips for my sparrow tattoo to peek out over the waistband in the back.

Next came my top. Well, technically, I first changed my bra - ditching my bland white one for that sexy black lacy one that I love. Then I pulled on my cute little black ribbed tank top. I love it because it's cut low enough to give a little tease, but not too low to be obscene. And, since it was a chilly night, I slid my new lavender cardigan on, leaving it unbuttoned.

Just as I was sitting down on the couch to pull on my boots, I heard Louis pull into the driveway. And wait 'til you hear what I did, Diary! I positioned myself just so on the couch, so that my body was facing the front door, and took my sweet time zipping up my boots, knowing full well that Louis would have a nice view right down my top!

"wow...!," I heard Louis breath softly, giving me an inkling that he was enjoying the view.

"What was that?," I asked, raising my head and tossing my hair over my shoulder.

"Wha... Huh... Oh.. um...," Louis stammered, "I was wondering who replaced my baby-sitter with the gorgeous young woman!"

"Oh, stop it!," I grinned as I stood up to walk a bit closer to Louis. With my heels on, I was almost as tall as him.

"No, really, Carolyn," he began, sliding a friendly arm around my waist, "and I probably shouldn't even be thinking this, let alone saying it to you, because I'm practically twice your age, but you really look gorgeous tonight! And those boots...? Hot!!"

"Thanks!," I chirped, thrilled by the compliment, hoping for more. Much, much more, if you know what I mean, Diary.

"You're welcome!," Louis replied, throwing me a bright smile. "Now, let me just pay you and you can be on your way. I'm sure your friends are waiting for you."

He moved over to the kitchen, pulling his checkbook out of a drawer, and I was so disappointed that he had removed his arm from my waist!!

"Oh, take your time," I tried to encourage, "I'm in no hurry; the bar doesn't even really get busy until 1."

So, Diary, after he handed me my payment, I was trying to think of ways to stall, ways to spend more time with this gorgeous man! And, as luck would have it, I had a major "Carolyn Moment" - the heel of my boot got stuck in a crack in the sidewalk, twisting my ankle.

As I whimpered a "ouch, ouch, ouch!" a few times, Louis wrapped his arm around my waist once again and guided me back inside, suggesting that I sit down for a moment and he'll take a look at my ankle.

I sat on the couch again and Louis kneeled in front of me, gently taking my foot into his hands. Well, Diary, he was so sweet to me - he carefully took off my boot and slipped off my sock to inspect my hurt ankle.

"It looks a bit swollen, if you want, I can get you some ice and you can kick back here for a little while.," Louis offered.

I took him up on the offer and, after taking off my other shoe, I relaxed back on the couch. My heart was thundering in my chest as Louis asked if I wanted to watch a movie and join him in a glass of wine. Uh, yea!

So, Louis got me settled with the television remote and a glass of Chardonnay. After channel surfing for a little while, I chose the movie Ocean's 12. Hey, it has action for him and hot guys for me!

At first, Louis sat in the arm chair on the other side of the arm, allowing me to have the couch to myself. Y'know, to rest my ankle.... But I noticed that he was sitting at an awkward angle in order to see the television.

"Hey, do you want to sit over here, with me?," I offered, curling up in a ball to make room for him.

"That'd be great, but don't twist yourself up like that for me.....," he said, sitting down at the end of the couch, "Here, you can put your feet on my lap. Let me take another look at that ankle."

Oh, man, I hate to leave you hanging, Diary, but I just looked at the clock and I've got to get to work in 20 minutes!! But, don't worry, Diary, I'll be back right after work to tell you the rest!! 



Dear Diary...



Dear Diary...

I was almost all the way home when I realized that I had forgotten my math book back at the school. I ran back hoping to find the doors still unlocked as the school closes up early on Friday nights.

Luckily I was able to sneak in unnoticed and the place was practically deserted. I hear a couple of voices talking near the front so I ran to the back stairs and up to my math room. I was so nervous because I had never been in the school when it was getting dark or when it was empty. I heard the front door bang shut and breathed a sign of relief, thinking that I had the whole place to myself now. 

I could get my book and just leave and nobody would know I had even been here, especially my handsome math teacher, Mr. Sanderson. He always looked at me so funny like, making me feel all hot and quivery. He had a smile and a wink for me every time we talked and I liked him very much. At 18, I had a boyfriend but I would only let him touch me sometimes and I would get that same hot and quivery feeling when he did.

I stopped at the pay phone to call my Mom and tell her that I was spending the night at Cindy's house, and then I called Cindy and told her that I could not come over tonight as I had too much math homework to do. She bitched about it, but I told her not to call me because I was going to be studying and did not want to be disturbed. I giggled when I hung up the phone, thinking that I would have a great adventure staying all night at the school by myself.

Running down the halls and jumping and skipping, just acting like a crazy kid, laughing and singing loudly. I burst into my math class and came to a skidding halt. OMG.... Mr. Sanderson was right there sitting at his desk grading papers. He was looking at me strangely and I stammered something and then turned to run.

He stood up and called out to me to WAIT! I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around, shaking and breathing hard from so much running and being somewhat scared to be alone with him. He came up to me and asked me very softly what I was still doing at school when he knew he was the only one here.

I looked up at him with my big brown eyes swimming in tears and said...."I, I, I um, I forgot my math book." Then like a big baby I started to cry and he gently wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in for a hug. He smelled so good and felt so big and strong that I let my arms go around his middle and squeezed him back. 

He picked me up and carried me back to his desk and sat down with me on top of his lap. He was talking softly and gently to me and I quieted down and then he started giving me quick little kisses all over my face. His big strong hands were rubbing my back and I could feel his erection every time I wiggled in his lap. 

I was getting that hot and funny feeling again and then he put his hand on my breast and started squeezing me and I felt my nipple grow hard and hot trails zapping through my lower body. I looked at him with surprise in my widened eyes and he just pressed his lips to mine and started kissing me.

I had never been kissed so deeply and the heat was incredible. His hands were roaming all over my body, touching me where I had never been touched before with such skill. I was not a virgin, but one clumsy attempt at sex does not qualify as experienced either. I never knew things could feel this good. 

I started to protest and he told me that my punishment for forgetting my math book would be to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I secretly wanted to, but did not want him to know that, so I whimpered a little and pulled away. He grab me and started to undress me as I struggled and by struggling, I was getting myself more and more excited and he was starting to pant louder also.

He had my blouse and bra off quickly and then pulled my skirt and little panties off, leaving my lacy socks and shoes on. He held me down on top of his desk with his hand on my breast, squeezing it and telling me to be quite. 

I felt his other hand spreading my legs and lifting them onto his shoulders and then his hot breath as it blew on my sweet fresh private place. Unable to hold still, I lifted my hips and he lower his mouth at the same time, coming into contact with me. Ahhhhhh never had anything felt so hot, so wild, and so good. I whimpered and his hot wet mouth started sucking on my little pussy, licking up and down, and then centering on my little pleasure point. I about screamed as he kept telling me what a sweet little fresh pussy I had.

He was spreading my pussy lips wider and his hot wet tongue was licking me faster and faster and I was bucking and twisting and then grinding my pussy up at his mouth wanting, wanting, wanting more. His hot mouth latched onto my nubbin and started to suck and then I felt his big finger start to slide inside of me. Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, and sooooo tight his finger really had to push to get inside. I spread my legs wider and moaned deep in my throat, thrashing side to side on the desktop. 

He got his finger deep inside of me and murmured about how incredibly hot and tight my sweet young pussy was. He started pumping his finger in and out, in and out, all the while sucking and licking on my little clit. My body was shaking and I was yelling at him to stop, not knowing what was happening to me. He just kept right on, faster and faster, plunging his finger deeper and deeper into me as his hot wet mouth kept licking and sucking until I felt my body lift up off of the desk and explode. I screamed out and he held me close as my pussy started to gush and squirt what seemed like gallons of hot hot juices all over his face. It felt like he was drinking it all up and making me squirt over and over again. My pussy muscles were contracting around his finger and he was saying, yes yes yes yes baby, give it all to me.

After I collapsed backwards and lay there trembling, he gently caressed me until I stopped shaking and then he stood up and unzipped his pants. I stared at his engorged, huge cock and my eyes went wide with fear. I told him, "I don't think that will fit in me, you will rip me wide open". He just smiled and with glazed eyes, took both of my little legs and laid them against his belly and pulled me to the edge of the desk. 

He told me to relax and it would be okay, he was panting and holding his cock at my entrance, trying to shove it in but it was sooooo big, it did not seem like it was going to go inside. I was trying to back away and that made him a little mad. He grabbed my hips and then lifted me up a little and then spread my legs wider and slowly, using his fingers to spread my tight little pussy open, he entered me with a cock that was soooo hot and soooo big I felt stretched to the limit.

I cried out and he put his hand over my mouth and he started to rock back and forth a little until his cock was all the way inside of me. My pussy felt like it was being split open but after he reached down and started to finger my little sensitive clit, I started to feel the pleasure. He was gritting his teeth, and saying how hot, how tight, how small I was and his fingers were pressing down on my clit and moving faster and faster. I started to move a little and this made him start to move faster and more wild.

He reached down with his other hand and started to put his other finger into my virgin asshole and I lifted off the desk, impaling myself even deeper onto his cock. He grunted and pushed his finger inside of my hot tight ass and I screamed loudly. This seemed to set him off as he started thrusting furiously in and out in and out, harder and deeper with each stroke. I was bucking and feeling the waves crashing over me again and again, crying out and then he grabbed me and I felt his body stiffen and then felt so much hot hot liquid fill me up and overflow and dribble down my crack. 

He collapsed on top of me, sucking on my hard nipples and breathing hard. I could feel his heart beating madly as was mine. I reached for his head and held it pressed against my breast. After a few moments, he raised his head and gave me one of his famous smiles and winks and I smiled back at him.

He told me that I had better hurry and get dressed so my Mom would not wonder where I was and I told him that I had been planning to spend the night at the school alone. He started grinning and then told me that I would have to stay the entire night with him, as he would not let me go. He wanted to teach me a few things, even better that what had just happened. 

I smiled up at him shyly and said, "Okay Mr. Sanderson, if you say I have to, I will."

Will continue dear diary tomorrow...



Dear Diary...



Dear Diary, 

Last night, I was feeling wild, not quite myself. I've written how I was sick of this suburban hell that my family had procured for me and so I decided to take matters into my own hands. It was while I was masturbating in my room that I felt the urge to have something inside of me that wasn't my own fingers or the vibrator my friend Jessie had bought for me as a joke. Some joke; I couldn't wait to use it, it was my favourite present. Anyway, as I masturbated a sudden wave of...horniness just took over me and consumed me. I wanted sex. I'm not a virgin, my fleeting sexual encounter with Kyle Roberts last year was my first but I could hardly count it as an encounter as it lasted only a few minutes. No, this time I wanted pure sex -- if such an act could be described as pure! It was in this state of mind that I jumped out of bed and listened to my surroundings. My sister was most definitely asleep in the room next door; it was 2am so my mother and father would definitely be sleeping too. It was perfect. I didn't know what was coming over me but I wanted it so badly that I knew what I had to do. I dressed in my very little black dress that my father had deemed "unsuitable" for my grandmother's birthday or any occasion except stripping. I then teamed it with my highest black heels that I bought for prom. I ruffled my dark curls and made them alive and volumous instead of the cute ringlets my mother thought were suitable for her eighteen year old and then coloured my lips with a bright red lipstick that I'd got for Halloween. I caught a look of myself in the mirror and I didn't look like myself with my mussed hair and rouged lips against my pale skin. I gave myself a smile before tottering downstairs and sneaking quietly out of the front door. 

I felt bizarre but slightly elated as I caught a cab by the main road to the town's red-light district, a place where my friends and I often joked about. The taxi driver stared at me in his mirror, taking in my appearance so I flashed him a sexy smile which he returned. "You sure that's where you want to be goin' kid?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I answered and grinned alluringly at his reflection in the mirror. The vibrations from the cab felt good on my bare lips under my dress and I began moving in a rhythm to the bumps and jolts that the cab was sending to my pussy. It felt so good; I was pleased with what I was about to do and my continued horniness made me want to do it more. I started to think about what I was going to do and started grinding into the vibrating cab seat and uttered a soft moan so that the driver looked up attentively. I continued to grind into the bare leather wanting to come but the driver stopped the taxi, "Er, we're here ma'am." He said turning round to see me flushed and my legs wide open ready to come and I saw that he turned pink in the dark cab. I paid him the money and swaggered out of the cab to the unknown.

I saw as one girl dressed in a tight red dress leaned gracefully into a car window and offered him her services. He smiled and nodded and she climbed into the back of his car. I had to say that my parents old values of never getting into a car with strangers did come to mind but I pushed any thoughts of normalcy into the back of my head and stood on the corner, hitched my dress up and stood pouting my lips and showing off my slim body to potential customers. 

"Looks like we've got some fresh meat!" Exclaimed one of the other prostitutes to her friend. 

"You're right." Said her friend, taking in my appearance.

The two girls guffawed and went off to a car that was rounding the corner. I sighed, thinking that maybe it wasn't a good idea after all but then a man approached me.

"Hi there, may I have your company?" He asked. I thought that this was maybe a bit formal of him but there was nothing casual about the gentleman. He was just slightly taller than me with heels on, with brown hair that I believed to be his best feature as it was shiny and cut to suit his round face. He was neither handsome nor ugly and not someone I would pick out of a crowd but just regular. He wore a navy blue suit and tie and had shiny black shoes which made him look extremely wealthy and smart. I answered him with a smile and took his hand where he led me to an elegant car. 

Before I knew it, he was asking me about prices and what I'd do.

"I'll do whatever you like and if you're satisfied you can pay me a good wage." I grinned. He laughed and said that that sounded fair as he drove me to his apartment.

***

"Oh yes!" He murmured as I ran my hand over the crotch area of his trousers and I felt a bulge formed there. I was pleased that I had managed to keep my nerves at bay as they had been replaced with feelings beyond being horny. I wanted it now; hard and rough and this man was going to give me what I wanted. I tore at his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers down and his cock sprang out. I was surprised that it was actually quite large and thick and I couldn't wait to have it inside of me. I ran my fingers along its length and he hissed with pleasure. I then took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking hard. He grasped my shoulders tightly and panted hard as I sucked up and down his shaft. He pushed me further onto his cock so that I gagged at his size but I pushed myself until there was no more to take. I could feel myself getting wetter below as it knew what was going to come next. 

"Mmm you like that?" I asked as I released my lips from his cock that now stood firm and erect in front of my face.

"Yes...yes...let me...let me fuck you." He said breathlessly. That was what I'd been waiting for. I got up off my knees and to my surprise he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and we both fell onto the bed as her nuzzled and sucked at my neck. He was tearing at my clothes pulling away my very little black dress and throwing his own shirt into a corner. I was shocked again at his body, expecting it to be rounded but found his torso and chest to be toned and muscular. I ran my hands along the plains of his heaving chest feeling his heart pounding under my left palm. I found his nipples and traced them with my fingers making him hiss. I then ran my fingers over his rugged torso and admired the V-shape of his hips that led to his now pulsing cock. I rested my hands either side of the V and pulled his hips towards me and he spread my legs.

I gasped as he impaled me on his long and ample cock; the size of him knocking the breath from me. I felt myself spasm into a quick orgasm as he took me and rocked himself slowly against my aching spot inside. 

"Harder!" I yelled after my first orgasm subsided and relished in the aftershock. I felt his pace quicken as he sank harder and faster into my depths, the room rent with the sounds of his skin slapping against mine and our short eager breaths. He grasped at my breasts and kneaded them as he thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips once more to bring him closer -- needing him to fuck me harder, faster and deeper. 

I shouted out as another wave of pleasure consumed me. He must have felt as my pussy clamped and convulsed around his cock as he let out a grunt of satisfaction. I felt my back arch and my head lift from the pillow as I shouted out in ecstasy -- "Yes!" this is what I wanted this is what I'd come out for, the rough meaningless hot sex! I did not care about the money, or the man I would be with I cared only for the complete and satiated feeling I would feel after sleeping with a stranger. I began to uncurl my toes and put my head back into the act and looked up at his contorted face. He was going to come soon, I could tell but he was holding it off as he wanted the experience to last longer. I didn't know how many more orgasms I could have but I knew that I didn't mind. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from me and all my juices ran out, dribbling down onto the bedding. Was he going to come? I thought. I thought he was going to go for longer but what he did next shocked me but completely rocked my world. He thrust his throbbing cock into my ass that was sodden with the lubrication from my juices. For the second time that night I lost my breath and hissed as he entered me. 

"Ssshit." I heard him mutter under his breath and then gasp as my ass was speared to the hilt of his cock. He began to pump again gaining speed. I felt new sensations below, sensations I never thought I would be able to feel. He then shoved two fingers into dripping pussy and began to rub my most pleasurable spot. I could feel myself coming for the third time in that room last night. My toes curled again and my fingernails grabbed and scratched at his back. My head tossed back into the pillow as I began to meet his thrusts with my own. He grunted and I moaned as I panted out streams of profanities -- "fuck...fuck... yes oh yes...oh...fuck me...harder...yes." And he did as he was told, he fucked my ass harder and felt as it grabbed at his cock and I came once more as I screamed and yelled in bliss. He couldn't take any more, he pulled his cock out of my ass and erupted huge ropes of hot white cum onto my smooth stomach. He shuddered in ecstasy, uttering final groans as cum dribbled from his now wilting cock.

I sat back in the cab feeling satisfied and exhilarated. I counted the amounts of notes he had given me, ticking off each as I counted. It was a lot of money but then he must have felt as satisfied as I was. I made it back into bed easily enough -- my parents would never know the difference and I couldn't be happier as last night I slept with a wide rouged smile on my face.

Eve.



Dear Diary



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

Dear Diary,

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Dear Diary,

I don't know why I wrote that last entry. It's like I had this weird compulsion to announce to the world that I am finally legal...to consent to sex and to vote. Weird, huh?

Dear Diary,

I have to write all of this down despite the risk of somebody finding you and reading what they shouldn't; I will just be very careful that I don't make it too easy for somebody to find you. What happened this weekend was monumental and I don't want to risk forgetting even the smallest detail. Of course it involves a certain cousin whose name has graced your pages countless times since I have had a crush on him for my entire life. I won't put his name in this entry so as not to make it any easier for any nosybodies to figure out who I'm talking about.

Anyway, as you know, he has always flirted back with me a little bit, so he's known that I wish we could be more than cousins. There was a point, I don't remember exactly when, that his flirting seemed a lot less patronizing, like he was just playing games with his little cousin, and became a little bit more like he was seeing me as a desirable woman. Maybe it was after I hit puberty and sprouted these boobs or maybe it was when I was older and a bit more mature and we started having serious, meaningful conversations. In any case, we still weren't seeing each other all that frequently so, when we did, I would just go home and brood and spill my heart into your pages because I didn't think anything could ever happen between us.

Then, not that long ago, we were at a family gathering having a talk that I wished would never end and he lowered his voice and asked for my cell number! Of course I gave it to him and told him that he could call me any time, which he did right away so that I'd have his number, too. He suggested that I not put his name as the contact, though, again to put off any nosybodies if I left my phone lying around. You can't imagine the thrill I felt a few days later when he actually called me! Our conversation was so natural that I felt like I could talk to him forever. I flirted a little more but was careful not to put him off by coming on too strong. I wanted to know what he was doing and what he was wearing and where he was sitting because I only typically saw him when we were dressed nicely and surrounded by family.

He must have gotten the sense that I was interested in seeing him in a more natural, casual environment because he asked me if I might want to come over to his apartment to hang out with him and his roommate sometime! I asked him if I could just move in to get away from the insanity that is my parents' sham of a marriage. He laughed and suggested we try just a weekend first, if I could get away without having to reveal where I was going, before we considered starting a life together. I know he was just kidding but I wonder if he realized then that I would have started a life together with him if he had asked regardless of what anyone else had to say about it. I admit I was a little disappointed when he suggested that I bring along a friend since his roommate would be around but then I realized that he probably figured it would appear a little inappropriate if he invited me to stay the weekend with just him.

I immediately got ahold of my bestie, Shannon, who had heard me pining on and on about my love for my cousin forever, and she was down with whatever we had to do to make that weekend happen. She was totally my wing-girl because she never even asked if his roommate was hot. We got it all planned out as quickly as possible and, though it seemed like a long time when I was waiting for that Friday to arrive, we were on the road to their apartment before I knew it.

When he opened the door to let us in, he looked so hot wearing just jeans and a t-shirt and he gave me a big hug as soon as I was inside. Of course, he gave Shannon a hug, too, but it wasn't as long or as close, which came as a relief. I'd been tempted to dress to kill, with my boobs practically spilling out, to make sure he was aware of what I had to offer, but Shannon had convinced me to tone it down and just go casual in a tight pair of jeans and a top that was snug enough to show off my boobs without having them spilling out. She told me later that she was certain she'd seen him checking out my ass.

So he introduced us to his roommate, Rob, who was pretty cute and I could tell Shannon was relieved, then we were invited to sit down for dinner! They'd cooked for us! We had some really good wine with dinner, but I don't think any of us overdid it, and the food was absolutely wonderful. By the time we were done eating, however, it was clear that Rob and Shannon were hitting it off and my dear cousin was treating me like princess. Of course a cynic might say that he was just trying to get in my pants but, seeing how badly I wanted him in my pants, I interpreted it as him romancing me now that he finally had the freedom to do so.

Regardless, once we'd finished eating, we headed into their living room and I joined him on their recliner. Rob turned on the TV to see if there was something good to watch but I kind of thought that none of us would be paying attention to the TV pretty soon. I definitely wasn't drunk but the alcohol probably gave my courage a boost so, as we were reclined side-by-side, I rolled toward him a little bit and gave him a kiss. Feeling his lips against mine, I was immediately dripping wet, and feeling him responding by kissing me back, I thought I might cum right there. So we kissed a little bit, then we'd watch a little TV, then we'd kiss a little bit more. I wanted to just grab the bulge in the front of his jeans but I didn't want to startle him so I was certainly pleased when I felt his hand on my boob. He caressed it gently through my shirt, paying a little bit of extra attention to my hard nipple and making me feel like I might explode soon, whether due to sexual arousal or just sheer joy.

It was kind of awkward for us being in the same room with Shannon and Rob, but I had to imagine that it was even more awkward for the two of them since they hardly knew each other. I could tell things were progressing with them, but much more slowly than they were for us, so I was thinking about suggesting that we leave them alone. When his tongue entered my mouth for the first time, however, I was in no hurry to stop making out with him to go anywhere. My tongue slipped into his mouth and they writhed around each other as he turned toward me and ran his hand over my ass. I was beyond thrilled to be making out with him but I knew there was even more to come. When we finally separated, it was clear that we were both on the exact same page, because we spoke simultaneously in low voices. I started to say something like "Should we go..." while he said "Would you like to go..." We just smiled at each other without finishing either sentence then he lowered the recliner and we got up.

Rob and Shannon never even acknowledged our departure, whether due to being so into each other or because they didn't want to draw attention to it, I didn't know or care. My love took my hand and led me down the hallway to his bedroom and closed the door once we were inside. Standing in the middle of his room, he took me in his arms and we started to make out again. His hands slipped down from my waist to my ass and, when he pulled me against him, I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against me. I just wanted to drop to my knees and suck it but, before I could tear my lips from his to do it, he stopped and asked if he could undress me. I swear I couldn't do anything but nod and smile like an idiot. Luckily, he smiled back then kissed me again as his hands went between us to open my jeans.

My tight top was tucked into my jeans so he unbuttoned and unzipped them before starting to tug at the bottom of my top. I felt his hands on the bare flesh of my waist as he slid it upwards then they paused at my tits as he caressed them through my bra, gently rubbing my hard nipples. I raised my arms so that he could remove my shirt completely and he'd soon tossed it onto the chair behind me. I thought he would just take my bra off next but he kissed me again as his hands caressed my back and waist then he started to kiss my neck, which gave me goosebumps and made my nipples even harder. He kissed along my collarbone then started to drop down, flicking my hard nipples through my bra with his tongue before continuing to kiss over my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me.

He'd kissed his way all the way down to the top of my panties before starting to work my jeans down, his hands running down over my ass as he did. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I was just kind of running them through his hair as I relished the touch of both his hands and his lips. As he slid my jeans down my legs, he kissed my hips then helped me step out of my jeans. He sat back on his heels as he looked up at me after casting my jeans aside and said, I kid you not, "I could sit right here and just stare at you all night." My heart melted and must have run right down to my pussy which I was surprised wasn't spilling over right out of my panties at that point.

I was flattered that he would have been content to stare at me all night, but I was so worked up that I definitely wanted more than that. Fortunately, he soon stood and we made out again as he reached behind me to unfasten my bra. He backed up slightly as he slid it down my arms and my tits were exposed. His attention was fixed on them even as he tossed my bra aside then he brought his hands to them as I leaned my head back and pushed them toward him. He caressed them gently and I soon felt his lips and tongue on my nipples. I couldn't help but moan at that point, and it wasn't just to let him know that I was feeling good; I literally couldn't help it.

His hands soon slid down from my tits to my ass while he continued to lick and suck my hard nipples, but eventually he started to kiss his way down over my stomach again until he was back on his knees. He was still caressing my ass as he stared at my bikini panties before taking the elastic on my hips and starting to slowly slide them down. We are both very blonde, as most of our family is, so I wasn't expecting the reaction to my blonde bush from him that I typically got the first time a guy would see it. I guess I just assumed that his was as blonde as mine so it would not be a novelty to him in any way. I was wrong. I don't know how to describe the noise he made as he moved my panties low enough to expose it, but it started sort of as a gasp that turned into a sort of moan. Whatever it was, it let me know that seeing it was a turn-on for him, which meant a lot to me given how aroused he could get me without even trying.

His gaze never left my pussy even as he helped me step out of my panties but it must have occurred to him that I was completely naked because he eventually looked slowly upward until his eyes met mine. I will never forget exactly what he said to me at that moment but I'm going to write it down anyway because it said so much more than just the words that he spoke. Looking into my eyes, he said, "I can't even tell you how long I've wished for this day, to be where I am and to see what I'm seeing and to do what I am about to do." I think I gasped and my eyes started to brim with tears because it confirmed for me once again that we were absolutely on the same page.

He finally stood and led me over to his bed where he had me sit down on the edge as he knelt again. I honestly had not expected this; I thought we were just going to fuck right away, but I wasn't going to complain. As I spread my legs and he leaned in closer, I thought I might cum just due to his presence but when he ran his tongue up my slit, I actually did cum right away. It was literally like the floodgates just burst open and the anticipation and anxiety turned into waves of pleasure that washed over me and, I think, may have flooded his face as well. I flopped backwards on his bed as my entire body convulsed and I couldn't help but cry out with pleasure and relief. He just kept lapping at my pussy as I came and came and came.

When I finally started to come down from that initial, incredible, beautiful orgasm, I didn't even have the energy to stop him before another one started to immediately build. When he slipped his finger into me and started to lick and suck my clit, I was cumming again just moments later. After that, I lost track as I don't know that I had any blood left going to my head or even above my waist. I don't know if I told him to stop or asked him to or he just did when his tongue got tired, but I have never cum that much with such intensity in my life. Granted, at my age, I'd had more orgasm alone in my bedroom than I'd had courtesy of a male companion but it still seemed pretty unusual to me. I have friends who have never even had an orgasm and here I'd just had about a week's worth in about a ten minute period.

When he finally raised his head and slipped his finger out of me, I couldn't yet sit up so I just watched him as I caught my breath and my head cleared. As he peeled his shirt off, I was motivated to sit up enough so that I could see him from top to bottom. His attention was still on my naked body which, had it been anybody else, might have made me self-conscious; with him, it actually increased my confidence. My attention was riveted as he unbuttoned his jeans and started to push them down simultaneously with his underwear. His rigid pink tool popped out and I think I whimpered, knowing that I would finally feel it in my hand, in my pussy and in my mouth. As he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, his cock bouncing in front of him, he asked if I'd like to be on top and, honestly, I didn't have a preference but I nodded anyway. He got onto the bed and lay on his back in the middle while I got up onto my knees, taking his cock in my fist and pumping it before I straddled him. I had to taste him first, so I licked his balls as I pumped his cock then licked the precum dribbling from the head then wrapped my lips around it and slid them up and down a couple of times. I don't know where he'd grabbed it from, but when I looked up, he handed me an unwrapped condom. As I rolled it down his tool, I saw the wrapper and a couple of other condoms on his nightstand.

Finally ready, and glad that he'd thought about birth control because I was way beyond it even crossing my mind, I knelt upright over his tool and guided it to my pussy. With his head just inside, I lowered myself down and, before I had even fully engulfed him, I was cumming again. My whole body was trembling and I felt like crying and laughing and moaning all at the same time. His hands were on my waist and, once I opened my eyes and looked down at him, he smiled and started moving them up to my tits. I slowly started to move up and down on his cock as he gently caressed my tits and brushed his palms over my hard nipples, making me feel even more tingling in various parts of my body.

I rode him slowly, relishing every second of having his cock sliding in and out of me as well as the feel of his hands on my tits and my ass and the skin that they passed over in between. The longer I fucked him, the harder and faster I fucked him, though I didn't experience any more immediate orgasms. I could feel another big one building, though. Changing my technique slightly, I leaned forward, supporting myself on my hands planted next to his head and putting my swinging tits right in his face. His hands went to my tits while he started licking and sucking my nipples again, pushing me closer to another orgasm, but he also started to push his cock up into me each time I came down on it so that he was penetrating me even deeper. As I got closer and closer to cumming again, his hands gravitated around to my ass, squeezing and caressing while pulling me down as he pushed up into me.

The level of pleasure just kept increasing as I seemed to lose the ability to control the moans that were escaping from me until another super-intense orgasm coursed through my body again. As my body twitched and shook, I couldn't hold myself up and collapsed on top of my new lover as I came. He continued to slowly slide his cock in and out of me until I regained my senses and was able to lift myself up enough to kiss him. When I told him that he totally rocked, he shook his head and replied that WE totally rocked...then he asked me if I wanted to do it doggie-style. I would have done it out the middle of the street in a pile of broken glass if he'd asked but doggie-style sounded hot to me so I climbed off of him but stayed on my knees as he got up onto his.

I might have been self-conscious with my white ass sticking up in the air with the lights still on had I been with somebody else, but I was actually curious to see how he'd react to my ass as I didn't think he'd really had a look at it since I'd been naked. I got the sense that he was pleased with it when his hands ran over my cheeks and I felt his lips kissing and sucking my flesh before his tongue ran up between my cheeks and over my asshole, sending a shiver through me. I felt one hand on the small of my back just before I felt the head of his cock enter my pussy and start to ease inside. His hands both went to my hips and he pulled me backward as his cock slid further inside me and, once his hips were touching my ass, he started to slowly fuck me with the full length of his cock.

As soon as he'd slipped into me again, I'd felt another orgasm immediately beginning to build and it occurred to me that I'd cum a bunch of times and he hadn't cum yet at all. Since we'd just switched positions and I knew I was going to be cumming again momentarily, I didn't say anything but I decided that I was not going to let him cum inside that condom. For whatever reason, I wasn't even concerned that he might cum before I did; I just knew that after this orgasm, I was going to take his cock in my mouth until I was swallowing his load. I reached back between my legs to stroke my clit and hurry my orgasm along, not only to enjoy the pleasure, but also to get his cock in my mouth sooner. As he continued to fuck me, he reached around to fondle my swinging tits.

I was pushing back against his incoming thrusts while massaging my clit and the level of pleasure that I was feeling was building quickly once again. I don't know if it was that my moans were getting louder and longer or if he felt something change in the feel of my pussy, but right before I came, he took me by the hips again and was fucking me good and hard. Of course that only brought my orgasm on faster and my body was soon shaking again as I came. It was another long and intense orgasm but as soon as I'd finished cumming I started to straighten up and move away from him while telling him that I wanted to finish him off with my mouth. He surprised me again by asking if he could eat my pussy at the same time. I told him that would be great but that he'd be on the bottom, so he lay on his back as I maneuvered around, staying on my knees.

I straddled his head and took his cock in my fist after slipping the condom off and tossing it aside, then leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around it as I felt his hands caressing my ass. I heard him moan as my lips slid down his tool and was glad that I was providing him some pleasure after all that he had provided me. I don't claim to be an expert cocksucker but I've never had a complaint so I just focused on doing my best to make him feel good for as long as possible. I had to moan myself, though, when I felt his tongue lapping at my pussy again. As good as it felt, especially when he slipped a finger into me while lapping at my clit, I wanted this to be more about him so I tried to keep my good feelings in the background as I continued sliding my lips up and down his cock. Of course the reality ended up being that he was so good at eating pussy that I could feel another orgasm starting to build almost immediately. I didn't want to hurry my blowjob just so he'd cum before I did again so I just focused as much as I could manage and it all worked out.




Dear Diary



Before I was too close to cumming, it felt like his cock was starting to get even thicker so I kept at it, pumping the base and sliding my mouth up and down as much of his length as I could manage. He stopped licking my clit and was verbally encouraging me as he continued to slide his finger in and out of my pussy so I figured he must be right on the brink of cumming. Sure enough, a few seconds later he let out a grunt as I felt a surge in his tool followed by a load of cum hitting the back of my throat. I kept going, swallowing spurt after spurt until he was completely spent but not releasing his cock from my mouth until it had started to soften and he'd gone back to licking and sucking my clit. I rested my head on his thigh as his spent cock lay near my face while feeling the building pleasure of yet another orgasm. His free hand roamed over the curve of my ass or reached down to cup one of my tits while the other continued to pump a finger in and out as my pussy became more engorged as it tended to right before I came.

I wasn't sure why but right when I was on the verge, he slipped his finger out of my pussy. I immediately discovered why when I felt his finger, coated with lubrication from my pussy, slip easily into my asshole. Before I really had a chance to register what was going on, I was suddenly cumming like crazy and moaning a lot louder than I probably wanted to. Once again, he had surprised me and given me an orgasm of such intensity that I could barely fathom how much pleasure I was experiencing. When I finally stopped cumming, he slipped his finger out of my ass but I just stayed in that position until I'd recovered enough to move around and lay beside him. I don't know what made me say it, but as I lay there, my naked body against his and his arm around me, I told him that I loved him. I was beyond pleased when he responded by saying, "I love you, too, baby." He called me "baby"!!!

As I lay there with him, I didn't have the slightest concern about what would happen next or where things might go with this new development in our relationship. I felt a sense of peace and, of course, satisfaction. We weren't done for the night, however, or for the weekend; not by a long shot.

When I sat down to write this, I had intended to document the entire weekend but I'm at a point now where, after reliving just our first few hours together, I need to take a break, strip naked and take care of the fire that has been re-stoked within me, using my hands and fingers while pretending that they are his. I hope to come back and continue writing while everything is fresh in my memory but, for the moment, it will have to wait. I will say that the tone of the weekend had been set and most of the time was spent fucking and sucking as well as a couple of showers together. We didn't experiment any further with anal, but it is definitely in the back of my mind now. And during the drive home, Shannon revealed that she and Rob had been doing essentially the same things that we had and that Rob had a huge tool that he definitely knew how to wield.

The End -- for now.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary, 

I never thought I would find someone who would have me breaking every rule I have set for myself . Yet Jeff has turned my world upside down. While I know that my family does not approve of him, he makes me feel so alive after not feeling that way for so long. 

Not having my family's support in this relationship is a very difficult pill to swallow. They have always been there through the ups and downs in my life. It truly stinks that they can not understand why he makes me so incredibly happy. It seems to me that they look at the bad shit that has happened during the time we have been dating instead of also looking at all the happy moments . They see the fact that I have come home late every time we go out instead of the fact that he makes me so happy that I don't want to leave. 

While I understand and appreciate that my family worries about me, they need to realize that at twenty nine it is about time they let this birdie fly. If they do not begin to understand that I feel as if we will grow further and further apart. I do not want to lose the only family I have ever known yet I can not stay their little girl for the rest of my life. 

Megan 

Dear Diary, 

I wish sometimes that my life was different . Some days I wish I could not have to work and I could just concentrate on the things that I love to do. Instead of doing what I want to do, I am working a dead end job.

My dream would be to write and get paid for it. I would love to see my name in print. Yet I know how difficult it is to break into the writing business but I still dream about it and have for as long as I can remember. Writing is truly my passion.

My other major passion is music. I would love to record an album in the near future. When I am up on that stage, I feel like I am finally home. I feel more comfortable in front of a room of people than I am talking to one person. 

Megan 

Dear Diary,

There are nights when I dream of what it would be like to write for a living. I dream about being able to spend my life doing the thing that I positively love. 

The most amazing thing is having someone that will support your dreams. It is great to have encouragement from someone who you care about. I have never felt this much support in my life. I mean I have gotten from my family but I have never gotten it from anyone I have dated. This guy encourages me to follow my dreams and this is so truly amazing.

He has told me that positive thinking brings positive things. It is difficult to think positive sometimes though. Rejection is not something that I deal with very well. Positive thinking is tough when you get shot down. 

Sometimes all the rejection is very hard for me to take. It can depress the hell out of me. I wonder if it is worth fighting for. Will trying and trying ever pay off? 

Megan 

Dear Diary,

How long has it been since I have been truly happy with a guy? I have no idea. Yet every moment I spend with Jeff, I feel like I'm on cloud nine. It feels like the rest of the world just disappears. Is this crazy to say after only one month? Am I insane to say that someone could make me that happy after that short a time?

This feels so right. Every moment I spend with him is the happiest times of my life. Whether we are lying in each others arms or we are eating dinner together, I do not ever want it to end. 

If he makes me this happy then why sometimes am I so darn scared to let him in. Why can't those walls I have built come down? It feels as if because I was hurt so badly before I just won't let myself completely give in and be happy. I hate feeling like this. It makes me nuts. I just wish that I could learn to let go of the fear of getting hurt and just unlock the lock and chains that I have put around my heat and truly feel again. 

Megan

Dear Diary,

This job is going to drive me to drink. People can be so stupid sometimes. For crying out loud, you do not leave perishable food in the magazine rack to go bad. I truly do not think that people use the brains they were born with sometimes.

Do not even go near the fact that those stupid machines that you use to check yourself out at never work right. Then the customer starts looking at you like it is your fault. Well that's okay according to people I work with everything is my fault any way so what the heck else is new. Why shouldn't the customers blame me too. 

Megan 



Dear Diary



Dear Diary,

Oh my God, I've never cum so hard in my life! I'm so horny even now, and I just had too many orgasms to count! Teasing at my clit with my fingers may never work for me again after all that. I'm going to be spoiled for life.

So I finally stopped moaning about whether or not I really had the money to be spending and I just picked out something that wasn't too pricey. I was worried when I made my first purchase through the Literotica store, for all their disclaimers about being very careful of their customers' privacy, I expected the box to say where it came from. No one was the wiser when I got the nearly unmarked package from 'Shipping Department' and an otherwise unremarkable address. (I hope no one caught on when I raced to my room to open it, anyway.)

I decided against too boring dildo, I needed a vibrator, but nothing too spectacular, it's been six fucking years with nothing in my pussy. Seven inches of blue, phallic plastic, with a twist-knob to adjust vibration speed. Yup, almost anticlimactic... (Okay, couldn't resist the lame pun. No more.)

Alright, I admit I may not have written for the last week while I was getting used to it. My attentions have been... elsewhere, alright? As wet as I am it took me an entire week to be able to easily slide that thing into me. I lubed with my own wetness--why bother paying for that when there's plenty--but I could have cried at how much work it was to get that dildo in my dripping cunt.

My first orgasm on the thing was just getting it all the way into me and brushing my clit with one quick touch. Unintended celibacy gone with one flick of a finger and a nice stiff cock. (Remind me why I waited this long to replace my old vibrator?)

Over the week I started using it more like a vibrator, turning it on once it was buried inside my wetness and letting it stroke in and out a few times before I resorted to diddling my clit. I don't think I realized I still wasn't getting the good fucking I needed until a few nights back, when I was in bed with a migraine. Vibe, clit... I maxed out at best at a "mini orgasm", the kind that leads up to a rollicking explosion during a night of wild and crazy sex. Only without the explosion to come. Nothing worked.

So, migraine gone... I was extra horny and finally just decided to go for it. I was reading stories before I reached for my vibrator, so I figured, why not keep reading? And so while with one hand I scrolled down the website text and hit the 'next' button, the other hand started lazily moving the vibrator in and out of me. Not really even trying that hard, y'know? I don't think much of lying in bed naked, reading, and while I may have tweaked my stiff nipple at a point in the story where the girl was getting similar treatment, I otherwise didn't pay much attention to getting off.

Somehow this conspired to give me one of the most surprisingly powerful orgasms in memory.

I guess I sped up when the action in the story did. All of a sudden I felt my stomach muscles sorta jerk, and then my pussy clamped down on the vibe like holding on for dear life. I don't remember ever feeling so stuffed, regardless of how full I've been (or how inexperienced) in the past. Is that what it's like for a guy when he gets a virgin? I might need to stop making fun of that particular turn-on...

My muscles were spasming so much the vibe actually flew out of me and made these wet streaks against my thighs which I'll clean off after I finish writing this quickly. I wasn't really thinking, so I grabbed for the vibrator and shoved it back into me, eager for every last ripple of pleasure. Of course, I'd mostly stopped cumming by then, so this felt more like the first thrust of a new round... and I went with that. And I came. And I started going again, and I came. It just became this slick constant motion, I didn't have to think, I just let myself feel. I couldn't stop myself. I don't know when I stopped paying attention to the horny action going on the story I was reading, but eventually I just lay there panting and trying to bite back moans.

Each time I started cumming, it lasted longer and I didn't have to wait nearly as long an interval before the next orgasm. The first one probably took half an hour of lazy thrusting. The last interval was less than thirty seconds, and so powerful the vibrator came flying back out of me before I could stop it, and what's more? For the split second the vibrator slid against my clit, I squirted. With back-splash marks and everything. I thought only the chicks in porn movies could do that, and I had my doubts about whether or not it was real.

I no longer have those doubts; because, while I'll be the first to admit the shocks that are still running through me are pretty unreal, I'm not going to be the only one groaning at that lame play on words.

And here it is almost three hours after I started, and all I know is that I just fucked myself pretty endlessly with a piece of blue plastic until I melted into the bed and couldn't move, and I'm more relaxed than I've been in the last year.

~Atenai

PS - Since there are those who will ask, I can happily state for the record that my gallery now contains one story based on complete and utter truth. :) 



Dear Diary



Today after my workout I stopped by TJ Maxx for a little shopping. I was wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a loose tank top over my sports bra, and I wouldn't normally go out in my workout clothes but I had a really great workout today so I decided I deserved a reward. I was in the purse area when I first noticed him. This guy was just staring at me. At first I just thought he was looking at the purse I was holding (hey it's not my place to judge) but when I hung it back up and moved on...his eyes followed me. 

I suddenly became keenly aware of just how short my shorts were, barely covering even an inch of my thighs. His eyes were glued to my legs and butt and he wasn't even bothering to be discrete about it. If I'm being honest, I kind of like being checked out. I work hard to keep my curves tight and it's kind of nice when someone other than my husband notices. However this guy was being a little too blatant, not to mention the way he lingered and stared, it was plain inappropriate. If you think I'm a beautiful woman, thank you...but I'm not some prize pony for you to gawk at. 

"It's rude to stare," I snapped finally.

He looked up at me with a half smirk. "You've got a nice ass, you should be flattered."

His response was so brazen I didn't know how to respond. I decided as usual the best punishment would be a final tease, giving him one last look at what he would never have. So I turned and walked away, switching my hips extra hard as I went. I decided to head over to the women's clothes, he wouldn't follow me there right? 

But he did. 

He was just staring at me and thumbing through the garment racks. Something in the way he looked at me made me feel low. I wasn't on a pole, I wasn't on display for him; I was just trying to do some shopping. I tried to ignore it and picked out some shirts. 

I was doing so well ignoring him I didn't even notice how close he was getting, until suddenly he walked right past me. So close he even brushed up against me and it felt like his hand rubbed my ass. When I glanced up in surprise, he was looking at me with a bit of a grin. Now I started to get a little mad; he needed put in his place and I was just the gal for the job.

I fluttered my eye-lashes at him and painted a coy smile on my soft lips. I winked at him and then "accidently" knocked one of the shirts I was looking at off the rack. I bit my bottom lip and rolled my eyes at my "clutsiness" then turned around and bent down to pick up the shirt. Of course I kept my legs locked so as to give this creep the best view of my ass that I could. I looked back at him as I straightened up and hung the shirt back up, it was my sultriest come-hither-stare. He responded immediately walking closer.

"Damn baby, you're something else," he said. "But you know that don't you?"

I did. "Like what you see?" I asked, to which he nodded in reply. "Well...it's too bad you're a loser staring at married women in a department store..." I flashed him my wedding ring. "...instead of out in the real world meeting a woman who might condescend to be with you!"

His mouth dropped open and a surge of adrenaline rushed through me. That's right asshole, this kitten has claws! 

"Get a life," I pushed feeling very superior. "You small prick loser!"

Once again I turned to walk away, feeling like I had won this time. I switched my hips back and forth triumphantly when suddenly he reached out and (no mistaking this time) grabbed my ass! I gasped and spun around, ready to slap him...but he deftly grabbed my wrist.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I growled. "Who the hell do you think..."

"Shut up, bitch!" he growled right back. 

He yanked my wrist down, holding it at my side and stepped in uncomfortably close. I was frozen, no one, no man had ever talked to me that way. His free hand touched my stomach lightly and started up towards my right breast. My breath caught in my throat, I couldn't believe this was happening...wasn't anybody else watching? His fingertips grazed the curve of my breast as he spoke again.

"Don't act like you don't like the attention."

My cheeks flushed hotly aand my heart sped up. 

"If you don't get away from me, right now," I gasped. "I'll fucking scream."

He let my hand go and stepped back. Not knowing what else to do I walked away quickly, I had picked up a few items so I went the one place I knew he couldn't follow me; the ladies dressing room. I needed to compose myself, I felt flushed and angry. I shut the door and slid the simple lock into place. Leaning against the wall I tried to get my breathing under control. I didn't know what to do, he had obviously been harassing me and when I called him on that he practically threatened me...why then was I beginning to feel so aroused?

I hurriedly tried on the few items I had, but I was no longer in the mindset to make any purchases. I hadn't been in there long when there was a knock on the door.

"Out in a minute," I replied.

I turned to open the door and as I did HE slipped in before me. He quickly shut the door behind himself, sliding the lock into place with what sounded to me like a thunder blast. I stared in disbelief, then opened my mouth to call for help. He moved in a flash and clamped one hand over my mouth, pressing me against the back wall. He was much bigger and obviously stronger than I was, there was no way I could get by him if he didn't want me too.

"Now listen you dumb cunt," he whispered to me. "You act like some coy bitch but I see right through that...You're just begging for a man who can put you in your place."

"Mph mmph," I denied trying to shake my head. My body seemed to be telling a different story, my nipples had suddenly become hard as pencil erasers!

"Don't deny it," he spat. "I could see it in your eyes you liked being looked at out there...but you mouthed off anyway."

I squirmed and tried to push him off but he was simply too strong. He held my slight figure against the wall even with only on arm. I became suddenly aware of the swell of my breasts as they heaved from my paniced breathing. He must have as well, as his free hand went straight to my chest, grabbing one of my fleshy orbs and beginning to squeeze. Whimpering, I tried to push him away again but he just clamped down tighter. My heart was pounding so hard, the sound of it seemed to thump in my ears.

"Stop struggling you little slut," he growled leaning close. "I know you want this, otherwise you wouldn't be wearing these skimpy little shorts."

His hand drifted downward and I felt his fingertips on my bare leg. His touch sent tingles dancing across my body. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then his hand returned to my chest. This time he reached into my tank top and pulled up my sports bra. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame as he exposed my breasts. Then he returned to groping me. His hand felt huge as he kneaded the firm flesh, working his fingers over the hardened nipple, twisting and flicking it. The attention sent a cascade of arousal rushing from the hard pink nub down my abdomen, bringing another wave of shame with it... what would my husband think?

"You like that don't you, you little slut," he whispered.

"Mph mph" I replied trying to shake my head. His hand clamped down a bit tighter. He squeezed my breast, toying with the nipple in such a way I found myself unable to suppress a soft moan. "Nnnngh!"

"Yeah, you like it," he chuckled.

Next his hand slid down my stomach and he tugged my shorts down to my knees. Underneath I was wearing a pair of white panties, he began to rub my pussy over them. I groaned trying to fight down the growing arousal. He stopped for a moment and pulled my shorts all the way down, making me step out of them. Then using his foot he slid my own feet apart so I was standing with my legs spread. Now he was able to get better access to my pussy and the rubbing resumed. My slender body trembled and I moaned into his hand with a shudder. Unwelcome tingles danced over my chest and abdomen and despite everything my pussy got wet, quickly soaking through the panties.

"There little slut," he said. "Now you can't deny that you like this."

He kept at it and no matter how I tried to fight it my body grew more and more aroused. My breasts started to heave again, and this time it wasn't from panic. Excitement rippled through me and at the same time, humiliation. How could I be so turned on? Not only was this NOT a romantic situation...this man was not my husband!

"Now listen to me," he said continuing to work my pussy. "You're nothing but a horny little slut now are you?" Breathing hard, I nodded under his hand. "Now you're MY little slut, you belong to me, got it?" Again I nodded as much as his grip would allow. "I'm gonna move my hand now and you're gonna say it...quietly."

I shuddered as his hand kept rubbing my moist cunt. Then he slowly moved his hand and even though I knew I should scream for help, I obeyed him.

"I belong to you now," I whispered through trembling lips.

"And tell me what you are," he said.

"I'm your little slut," I gasped.

He very suddenly pulled off my tank top then and turned me, pushing up against the mirror in the small changing room. His dominating will seemed to fill up the whole stall and all I could do was follow his lead. He had taken complete control of my body, complete control of me, I was his plaything now...what would my husband think?

"Brace your hands against the wall, slut," he ordered and I obeyed. 

I felt him hook his thumb in the waistband of my panties and pull them all the way down my legs. Looking at my now bare pussy, fresh humiliation swept through me. I was now naked except for the rolled up sport bra around my chest, in a TJ Maxx changing room with a complete stranger.

"Spread your legs for me slut," he ordered.

I slowly stepped my feet apart, spread myself wide open for this man. I heard his pants unzip and then felt his hands on the small of my back sliding over the smooth skin and getting a firm grip on my shapely hips. I felt the slight tug and then he forced himself into me! I yelped in shock at the size of him, mewling as he pushed deeper and deeper into my pussy. Then he thrust! My body shuddered and I let out a breathy moan. Now as he began to truly fuck me I had to brace myself firmly against the wall.

This forced me to look at myself in the mirror. My tits bounced and jiggled with his every thrust. He was so much bigger than my husband that I couldn't help but moan every time! I watched the whore in the mirror being fuck by a man who was not her husband, was that part of his plan? Part of what got this guy off? Making me watch? 

I couldn't believe this was happening. Then he suddenly pulled out, my knees quivered and I thought I might collapse as he did. Pulling off the pointless sport bra now I turned to face him. He had taken a seat on the bench in the tiny waiting room. His cock stood strong and proud, still slick with my juice. I went to him, staring in doe eyed wonder of this man who so easily turned me into a cheating whore...could any man do this? Was there something special about him or am I simply so easy.

"Stop stalling slut," he said. "I want you to suck my cock!"

I nodded, kneeling before him. Taking his throbbing member in my hands, I began to worry I wouldn't know what to do with it. I didn't waste any time though, sliding my tongue along the shaft. I tasted myself for the first time, other than kissing my husband after he gave me oral. My juices tasted good on his massive erection and so I eagerly wrapped my lips around that cock. My head began to bob up and down, I did this so rarely I found myself with some self-consciousness, but I sucked and massaged him with my tongue. He groaned obviously enjoying something, which caused me to redouble my efforts, even gagging as I attempted to take his full length.

Finally he stopped me. "Now, come up here."

I knew what he meant now. I climbed onto him, filling my pussy with his dick. I gasped as he filled me all the way, going so much deeper than my husband ever could... a thought that brought the shame rushing back. A shudder ran up my spine as I began to rock my hips, grinding this strange man's cock even deeper into me. 

"Harder," he instructed.

Like an obedient slut I rolled and thrust my hips more fervently. The heat of having him inside me rolled upward, making my head spin. He sat perfectly still, letting me do all the work. His needy little cheating slut. My hips rolled fiercely, letting my naked breasts bounce unhindered. I gasped and moaned like a whore, looking to him for approval. This man sat stone-faced, offering no enjoyment or approval. Wanting desperately to please him or at least garner some reaction, I began to rock even harder. I put forth my best effort, trying so long and hard I thought my lungs would burst...my husband would have been finished long before now, yet this man gave no reaction. I fucked him so hard my own orgasm began to build uncontrollably...I held it back by sheer force of will and grinded even more desperately...

"Damn you are a needy little slut," he chuckled suddenly, then let his head loll back and his eyes close.

Finally he came, filling me with his hot fluid...the sensation ravaging my own body with an orgasm like I've never known! Orgasmic energy rushed through me and I cried out despite myself...realizing in the back of my head most of store would likely hear that!

Then, spent, I slumped on his lap, a naked, sweaty mess... panting like the cheating whore I was...and now that he was finished with me this stranger simply pushed me off his lap and left without a word. 

I sat there for a time, my body quivering, wondering how I would ever be able to look my husband in the eye again.

END



Dear Diary



"Addiction, an impulse that, once indulged, is impossible to pacify. Even when starved, the hunger survives."

Dear Diary,

I really never thought I would be back here. Wanting. Hungering. Several months passed and even I was convinced that I was over the memories, the passion. Mentally, I told myself he didn't want me, but there were plenty of others who did. I continued to write stories, have lusty encounters, failing to realize that life is never predicable. It's when the skies clear that you quickly forget the storm is only over for a moment, not forever. 

Like most events, the inciting incident seemed to be inconsequential, trivial. The weather prevented me from going to work and school so that I was home, enjoying a break from the hectic schedule I was living. Online, I saw that he was online and soon an instant message popped up on my computer. We made small talk about the weather and he asked me if I was enjoying my break. Impulsively, I responded quickly about how it would be much better if he were here. Instantly, he responded asking me if I wanted him to kiss and bite my nipples or feel him rub my clit until I shuddered in ecstasy. 

Sitting on my couch, I shivered in lust reading his detailed memories about the ways he brought me pleasure. "Make me cum", I typed back to him, a challenge. "Soon," he replied. The conversation ended, but I couldn't forget. My body wanted the fulfillment that my master always promised, always fulfilled. 

I couldn't forget the online conversation; in fact, it provoked more naughty dreams, dreams that would cause me to wake up wet and aching. In response, I wrote the following and sent it to him. 

Dear Master, 

I've always been a dreamer. My dreams are vivid and highly imaginative, regardless of the subject or content of my dream. Sometimes my dreams feel so lifelike, so real that I don't want to wake from the dream, just experience it over and over again until I'm ready to face reality. Whether I'm daydreaming or fully asleep, I am able to remember just about everything I envisioned, tastes, smells, even sensations from the dream. 

However, since Sunday, I've been dreaming about you. You come to me, my lover, during the night, your favorite time to visit me. I hear your car in my driveway and feel my body respond, my breathing quickens, my nipples tighten, my pussy moistens itself, ready to experience all that you have to offer. You walk up the steps and I open the door, allowing you inside my house, and soon, inside of me. I see your lips beginning to move, and I move quickly, pushing you up against the door. I lean in to whisper in your ear that I'm ravenous and kiss you. 

Sometimes in this dream you are wearing a hat and I pull it off of your head and fling it somewhere in my living room. My kiss is gentle, inquisitive, until you respond and it becomes passion-filled, intense. You pull me closer to you, grinding your hips against my crotch, and I moan into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against me. I pull you closer to me, my hands grabbing your hips, your hands grabbing my ass, and I deepen this kiss, eager to relearn your taste, your passion. 

We kiss for a while, our breaths ragged, our hands exploring, our hips moving against one another. Your hands cup my breasts and I already know that if I allow you, you will pinch and tease my nipples, taking control of this moment. 

I break our kiss and roughly pull your pants down, needing to feel your cock in my mouth, your hands in my hair. I kiss the head of your cock, before taking you fully into my mouth, slowly moving my tongue along the bottom of your hard cock, relearning your taste. I bob my head up and down, feeling you moving in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sound of your groans and the tightening of your body. I place my hands on your ass, as a way to guide you in and out of my mouth, to bring you pleasure.

Sometimes in the dreams, you pull my hair, only to pull me up and we race to the bedroom, clothes flying everywhere, before landing on my bed and we frantically touch, kiss, and grinding, both of us famished for one another. 

Lately though, I've been dreaming that you stop my tasting of you and push me to the floor, kissing me and stripping me of my clothing before I help you with yours. I hear my dog barking in the background, but it sounds like he is miles away, for I am so focused on finally touching you, tasting you that nothing else matters. You pull my legs apart and I lean on my elbows watching you above me. I reach for the condom on my table and toss it to you and before I know it you are inside of me, hard and insistent. I whimper and you moan and we are moving against one another, impatient to feel the other in the most intimate of ways. 

As you thrust inside of me, my hips move on the carpet and I know I'll have rug burn the next day, but know I'll consider it a mark of passion, a fun memento of this lusty encounter. 

You play with my nipples with your mouth, your fingers, determined to make me cum, so that my pussy drenches and clenches your dick throughout my orgasm. My orgasm hits me hard and you follow soon after, digging your fingers into my hips as you cum. Out of breath, you rest your forehead against mine and release my legs, both of us panting and attempting to regain our breaths. You pull me up and take me to my bed, to prepare for another round of fucking. 

When I wake up from this dream, I am momentarily confused, reaching out as if you were here to fulfill my needs, my desires. I run my hands down my body, realizing I am so aroused from this dream that it won't take me much to cum. I climax instantly, wishing my pussy really was clamping down on your hard cock instead of drenching my fingers. I lie in bed, panting, wanting the dream to become reality, instead of another dream unfilled. 

It's Friday night. It's been a long week with trying to get back into the swing of things for work and school; however, I know that after I shower tonight and prepare for bed, I'll dream this dream again and probably wake up craving more. 

I'll see you later, lover, in my dreams. 

Make me cum soon, Master, while using your words and hurting me so good...

I sent the letter to him and returned to my busy schedule, placing it all out of thought, out of mind. Occasionally, I would text him "Happy Wednesday" or "Happy Friday" in the morning with some pithy comment attached to the well-wishing. Usually, he responded thanks and life continued. 

However, one Friday night, lying in my bed exhausted from the week, I heard my phone chirp, indicating I had a text message. I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was from him. 

"You hoped my Friday was fun, lusty, warm, and wet?" he asked. 

I laughed aloud. Usually, he ignored my snarky commentary or comments. I quickly responded that I was fun and lusty as well as warm and wet. I didn't have to wait long for his response. "How wet?" I closed my eyes and thought about the fact that a lot of time passed since the last time we fucked. I remembered the last time he came over and how little sleep I got that night. My body eagerly responded to my memories and my touch.

After a few moments, I could easily text back that I was wet. 

"Let me know when you are dripping wet," he texted. 

"Get over here and I will be," I quickly texted back. 

"You always tell me that I rush you, you tell me when you are ready," was his response. 

I tossed the phone on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. As I prepared to shower, I debated the wisdom of this choice. As I shaved my pussy bare, my mind was at war with my body, my mind berating me five different kinds of fool, while my submissive body craved his touch, his dominance, and his dick. I finished my shower and moisturized my skin. I texted ready to him, knowing it would not take me long to lightly apply makeup and do my hair.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a flushed, nervous woman peering back at me. I blew out a breath and straightened my spine. On my mirror, I taped various inspirational quotes on index cards for me to glance at in the morning for strength. My current favorite? "Hope strengthens, fear kills." I could spend this time listing all the reasons why I shouldn't see him, shouldn't give in to my addiction. Or, I could accept that he is someone who I want and need. No regrets, just pleasure. I slip on a teddy and brush my hair, anxiously awaiting his arrival. I light my candles in my bedroom and straighten up the room. 

I glance at the clock and realize I still have about 5 minutes until he will be here. I lie down on my couch and close my eyes. I think about the last time I saw him and how he cupped my breasts from behind. My hands mimic the phantom hands in my mind. He always used to move his hands slowly up my legs, prolonging the caress and building my pleasure. I can almost feel his hands sliding up my legs, caressing my inner thighs, and parting my legs. He kisses my inner thighs and I can feel his warm breath on my pussy, his hands underneath me, cupping my ass. My reverie is shattered by the noise of a car in my driveway. I tremble from the desire I feel, the need to have him in control just one more time. 

I open the door, my head bowed with reverence, and allow him inside. He smells divine, like sex and sin wrapped in one delightful package. He brushes past me and I shiver, and turn to follow him to my bedroom. He sits on my bed and I kneel in front of him, head bowed, my hands resting on my thighs. My submissive pose is misleading, for I may be kneeling, but inside I want to fling my body on top of his, kissing, rubbing, tasting every bit of open skin. My eyes are closed when he caresses my face. I lean into his hand and enjoy the feel of his touch. His hand moves into my hair and his touch ceases to be gentle. My eyes open as he uses my hair to pull my head back so that I'm looking into his eyes. 

"Naughty slave," he tells me with a smirk. "I can smell you, did you cum before I got here?"

I shook my head in negation, my chest heaving. 

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" I shake my head again in negation. "I can smell how wet you are for me." He releases my hair and goes to my nightstand. Per previous play dates; he always wanted all of my toys available for him to see, to use on me. 

Looking down at the floor, I could hear him picking up toys, but couldn't see which ones he chose. He moves away from the toys and I can feel him behind me, my body wildly attuned to his scent, his body. He places a blindfold on my eyes and moves from behind me. I hear him sitting down on the bed and assume from the noise that he is undressing in front of me. I feel him lean down and cup one of my breasts. He pinches a nipple and I whimper, but my whimper turns into a gasp as I feel a clamp placed on that nipple. He repeats the action to my other breast, until I can feel the weighted nipple clamps tugging at my nipples, increasing my desire. 

I hear him sit down on the bed and can sense that he is right in front of me. Seconds pass by and I know from previous experiences that if I lean forward he may let me taste him or better yet take him deep within in my mouth. I decide to continue with my "carpe diem" attitude and lean forward. 

My lips touch one of his thighs. I kiss his skin gently and then gently lick. I use my hands to pull myself closer and to wrap my hands around his lower back. I lick and suck my way up his thighs, listening to the changes in his breathing. I gently lick and nibble at his balls while my left hand creeps up and lightly grasps his dick. Touching his hard dick makes me want to reacquaint myself in his taste. He knows that I receive pleasure by pleasing him and allows me to taste him to my heart's content. 

I lick the head and then swirl my tongue around the tip, reveling in hearing him moan above me. Moving my hands to his thighs, I open my mouth wide to take him deep into my mouth and please him fully. God, I've missed the way he tastes. The way he pulls my hair so gently and forcefully, creating the pleasure/pain line that I love, that I need. 

Lost in my own determination to make him cum, I am deliciously surprised when I feel my paddle smack me hard on my left ass check. I moan around his dick and continue to taste him, alternating between sucking and licking while he alternates smacking my ass cheeks with the paddle. Soon, we both are moaning, shuddering, both of us very close to climaxing. He abruptly stops spanking me, pulls me up off the floor, and tosses me onto the bed. 

As I protest the loss of his dick in my mouth, he shuts me up by thrusting his tongue into my mouth while thrusting his dick between my legs. My body quickly molds itself to his, wanting to feel him everywhere and anywhere. He kisses me breathless and senseless. Like a moth to the flame, I lose myself in the brightness of my submission to him. Maybe this is my destruction or rebirth, but I find that I could care less. I ache... I want... I need this moment. 

He ends the kiss and laughs when I whimper and reach for him. He pushes my arms above my head and nips my neck with his teeth. I arch into his kiss, his bite. He licks his way to my earlobe and bites gently. He begins to whisper all the naughty things he plans to do to me and laughs softly at my trembling body, violently aroused by his seductive words. His fingers part my wet folds and begin to rub my swollen clit. As I moan my pleasure, his tongue enters my mouth. Ruthlessly, he brings me to a fever pitch of desire, tasting my cries of passion in his mouth. Literally, he takes my breath away and I lose myself in the moment. 

Time becomes immeasurable; I had no idea if minutes or even hours had passed. He used his fingers, his dick, his tongue, his words, and his domination to turn me into a quivering mass of muscles, all rational thought gone. I pleaded, begged, cursed, screamed for him to just fuck me, but he ignored me and continued to make me cum. Breathing hard, I tried to swallow to soothe my parched throat. 

"Turn over," he commanded me and I weakly rolled over, resting my head on my pillow. 

"Did you miss me, my naughty slave girl?" he asked as he grabbed my hips and pulled them up and back against his hard dick. 

I bit my bottom lip instead of answering his question. He rubbed against my soaked pussy, causing us both to moan in pleasure. Lost in my need, I thrust my hips backwards to entice him into finally fucking me. He grabs my hips roughly, holding my hips still against him. 

"Don't you want your master to fuck you the way you want?" he demanded harshly. When I didn't't answer him quickly enough, he used one of his hands to grab hold of my hair and pull my head back. I hissed at the pain that turned quickly into pleasure for me. At that very moment, I became ruefully aware of my paradoxical feelings for him. I loved the way he made me feel as his submissive, yet hated him for his skillful mastery of my body. Submission is not a part of my personality in my daily activities and interactions, but when I am with him, I can't help but want to please him, to yield to his control. 

Of course, he knows this about me. The lion never betrays his intentions to his prey until it's much too late to flee. He releases my hair and relaxes his grip in my hair. I feel him lean over me and place a kiss on my back. I release a shaky breath, unsure of his intentions. He continues to kiss up my back, moving my hair out of the way as he reaches my neck. Above me, he stretches his arms over mine and intertwines his hands with mine. He nips my neck with his teeth, while rubbing his body against mine. He licks my earlobe, only to gently bite it with his teeth. Unnerved by the change in tactics, I try to move, but his hands tighten against mine and his body traps me underneath him. 

"Didn't you miss me?" he whispered in my ear. "I missed my slave girl. I thought about fucking you all day. Feeling how wet you get when I touch you." 

I shuddered with lust, his words much more dangerous than his touch or his domination. 

He releases his right hand from mine and moves his hand between my legs to touch my clit. I cover his hand with mine, not sure if I plan to help or hinder him in his attempts to pleasure me. He rubs my clit slowly, and resumes licking and biting my earlobe. 

My pleasure builds gently, for he is relentless in his touch and his kisses. When I try to guide his hand rubbing my clit, he stops until I move my hand again. Frustrated, I try to change positions, but his body keeps me pinned underneath him.

"Derrick...please..." I beg. 

"What baby?" he responds. "Tell me what you want." He continues to rub my clit faster, bringing me closer to another climax. I know that if I want him to be inside me when I climax, I have to give him the words he wants. 

"I've missed my master," I gasped aloud. "Please fuck me hard, master." 

He continues to rub my clit, as if he didn't hear my admission to him. Easily, he causes me to climax, my body shaking and shuddering beneath him. During the last tremors, I feel him move his hands to my hips and pull me up. He enters me in one violent thrust, and I begin to sob from the pleasure. Tears run down my face, as he fucks me from behind, and I can hear the slap of his skin against mine. Our moans and groans fill the air as I thrust my hips backwards in rhythm, feeling an intense orgasm building in my body. He pounds my pussy harder and I convulse, my pussy contracting and then squirting all over his dick. 

In retaliation, he grips my hips harder and continues his punishing rhythm. Pleasure becomes agony as my body starts to climax again. Lost in the intensity of the moment, I hear screaming; not realizing the screaming was coming from me. Completely spent, I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving and sweat dripping off by body. I feel him pull out from behind me. 

"Are you okay?" he asks me, kissing my shoulder. 

I swallow, trying to moisten my raw throat, unable to find my voice and composure. He kisses my neck and I turn over under him. I wrap my legs around him as well as my arms. Gently, he kisses me and I can feel him rubbing against me. Knowing he is very close to his own orgasm, I widen my legs to allow him to slide inside of me. 

He lifts his head. "Are you sure?" I pull his head back down and kiss him. He returns my kiss and grabs my hips as he enters me. We both moan at him gliding easily through my wetness. As he gently thrusts inside me, I can feel the tingles of another orgasm building. "Master," I gasp. "Fuck me hard. Come inside me." 

"Are you sure?" he asks. 

Annoyed, I bite his shoulder and dig my nails into his back. He hisses, but begins to fuck me harder. His fingers grip my hips hard and he begins to fuck me harder, pushing my legs above my head. 

"You want to make your master cum?" he rasps above me. 

"Yes, cum for me baby. Make us both cum." I pleaded. 

He fucked me harder and I felt my orgasm hit me suddenly and my muscles clamped down on his cock. "Fuck, I'm cumming" he shouted and pounded me hard for several strokes. He collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and exhausted. 

I close my eyes. My bedroom reeks of sex. He gets up to go to the bathroom and I turn over on my side. I know the morning will bring to light all the thoughts I refuse to entertain now. He turns off the light and climbs back into bed with me. I turn on my side to look at him, the alpha, my master. I know all the romance novels would state that I could see myself reflected in his eyes, the promises of tomorrow, that I would be the one to tame my master and find a happy ending. 

I don't see any of that reflected-just lust. He wants me, just as much as I want him. It has no boundaries, no time constraints. It doesn't matter if it's 5 am in the morning or 11 pm at night, we want, we take, we fuck. It's as simple as that. 




Dear Diary



This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance. If that is not your thing, then this is not a story for you. If it is your thing, please read and feel free to comment! Thanks for reading.

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January 4

Dear Diary,

What a day! This winter has been freezing cold, and today was no different. I started to get ready for work this morning only to get a call that the boiler at the office finally quit. No heat means no work, which didn't bother me. I really wasn't looking forward to going out in the frigid tundra of Buffalo anyway. Laura and the kids still had to go to school and work, though, so I helped her get them ready and out the door.

It's been a long time since I was in the house along, and for a whole day no less. Laura gave me the standard "honey-do" list, so I figured I'd get that done and then take a nap after lunch. So I did the dishes, picked up the toys, and threw in a load of laundry. The batch had some of our "intimates" (haha - as intimate as boxers get, for me), and I won't lie. I got a little sentimental thrill fingering the delicate lace of Laura's panties. We've been married a long time, and I'm sure all couples go through phases. I won't call it a "dry spell," but our sex life has sure slacked off. We still manage to get a good throw in twice a week, but the days of bjs and afternooners are long gone with the kids. And I haven't seen a thong on her since the early '00s. It's not her fault. God knows she's amazingly sexy - huge DD tits capped with those perfect,silver-dollar nipples, a tight toned ass, and the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. I'm no slouch myself, but with the kids and the job comes a bit of a paunch and a ton of exhaustion. By the time the kids go down, we're both dead on our feet. So standing there with her panties in my hand and her scent still detectable in the crotch, I got pretty hard pretty quick.

I felt my growing cock through my pants and figured, what the hell, it's been a while since I had some privacy. Might as well stroke one out. I started the wash and headed upstairs. I stripped off my pants, grabbed a rag, and laid down in the bed with our Kindle. 

What a blessing the internet is. I remember years ago having to sneak VHS tapes around or look at Playboy with the fake bottle blondes to get off. Now, one click and the world of depravity opens up. MILFs, GILFs, threesomes, foursomes, younger, older, black, white, brown, and everything in between. I opened a few videos with curvy older women seducing and fucking younger guys and stroked my cock until I came in the rag. A great way to spend the morning.

I cleaned up my dick and balls and then realized I needed to delete the history so Laura didn't find it. And that's when the morning really got strange. The browsing history was filled with visits to pages on a story site. But they weren't mine. They must have been Laura's. Curious, I clicked on one called "On the Job Training." The story started off innocently enough - a cute young employee and an attractive, older male supervisor jokingly flirting and ogling each other during shifts. Then it got, well, unexpected. The girl was working late cleaning up after all the customers left. The supervisor, who had been flirting all night, made his move, but she turned him down. She started to leave later and felt a hand on her shoulder. It was the scorned supervisor. He threw her onto a table, ripped her panties from under her skirt and forced his cock in her. 

Eventually she started to enjoy it and even rode him, but still, it was a really intense scene. "Maybe Laura clicked it by accident," I thought, knowing she was sexy but fairly vanilla in the bedroom. 

It was no anomaly, though. All the stories in the history were in the same genre, "NonConsent/Reluctance" and all were really wild. In another, a cheerleader was forced to suck off and fuck a basketball team - and the coach! - in a locker room. In another, a naïve, suburban girl trying to buy drugs in the ghetto is bent over the hood of a car and fucked by a young black guy while his friend holds her arms down. On top of this, there were at least 3 or 4 with the same storyline - a young woman at home alone, an attractive but frightening intruder, and a pussy accommodating an unwanted cock. In a few stories, the woman was spanked hard with a paddle or belt, or tied up. In another, a pair of cat burglars find a woman housesitting a vacation home and force her to take both of their huge cocks at once, one in the ass and one in her pussy.

I held the Kindle in shock. Laura? My wife? Reading and masturbating to these?? Fingering herself while thinking about being forced into double penetration? I'd never even thought of her fantasies before - and no way considered this to be one of them - but now, the images flooded my mind. I pictured her tied, and spanked, riding two guys, screaming in anger and in ecstasy. I couldn't help it; I got hard again quickly and jacked off to a huge orgasm.

I deleted the history, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, even as I watched my sweet, innocent wife eating dinner and putting the kids to bed. I didn't say anything, but I was up half the night, jacking off and thinking about what I'd found. I don't know what to do, but I've never been this turned on.

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January 7

Dear Diary,

Three days of thinking about what I read finally got to me. Since seeing it, I've jacked off like a teenager, cumming at least three times each day. In the shower, before bed, once even at work! I couldn't get the sight of Laura using her vibe while reading those stories out of my mind. So, finally, I asked her about them. We were laying in bed last night, having just finished a round of good but missionary-style perfunctory sex, and I mentioned finding them. She sort of laughed it off, but I pressed her. She told me that she'd discovered this fantasy last year after watching some late night movie and since then had cum really hard each time she imagined being taken by an over-powering man. I watched her as she described being held down, spanked, and manhandled while taking a hard, huge cock in her pussy or ass, and no shit, I could actually see the nipples on her bare tits get hard.

It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever been part of. And boy did she know it! I got an instant hardon listening to her, and as my cock poked her hip, she reached down and started to run her fingernail along the underside. She kept talking and tickling, so I leaned over and took her nipple in my mouth. I put my hand between her legs, and her pussy was sopping wet, wetter than it had been in a very long time. She climbed on top of me for a second fuck that night and rode me until I came. 

I couldn't hide how hard I was as she talked, and I knew she was loving it, too, the nastiness of her fantasies playing in her head as she rode me. I swear to God, she actually came on my cock, too! That has never happened, even when we were dating. After I came, too, we both joked that her fantasy might have to become a regular thing.

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February 4

Dear Diary,

Laura and I have been exploring new realms lately, sharing sordid details of her fantasy every time we've had sex for weeks now. And it has been amazing! She gets so worked up hearing about my mental picture of her being forced by some powerfully built stranger or fucked by two huge cocks at once. We even tried spanking one night. The kids were in bed, so we went downstairs, and I let her have it. It was great seeing my red handprints on her white ass. But it was just playing. She started giggling, so I spanked her harder. Then she stood bolt upright, and yelled at me about it hurting and then we argued a bit before going upstairs to have regular old "married" sex. I don't know how to get this right.

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February 16

Dear Diary,

What a disaster. The kids are at my brother's place this weekend, so we thought of upping the ante. I booked a swank hotel downtown, we both dressed to the nines and decided to pretend we were strangers. Everything went to shit. I met her at a bar, pretended to be some dude named "Don" from out of town and bought her a drink. It was so hard pretending. We know so much about each other, and damn it's been so long since either of us flirted or dated a new person that we didn't even know what to do. Finally, we gave it up.

The culmination of the night, though, was supposed to be a fake scenario. She'd head back to her room, and I would follow minutes later, pretend to be a stranger (again) and have my way with her. It started great. I threw her on the bed, ripped the cheap shirt she'd bought for the occasion, and then started to yank her jeans down to fuck her. The she ended up having to help me get them down (which a forced woman would never do.) Then, while fucking her, she had to re-adjust a bunch of times. I eventually lost my hardon before getting it back inside her, only to cum almost right away. It was a mess. We had a chuckle, but clearly, we were both pretty disappointed that this was one fantasy we couldn't live out together.

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February 27

Dear Diary,

I probably shouldn't have done this, but I had to talk to somebody. My buddy Sam and I were having drinks at the pub, and I just came out with it. Sam is our neighbor from down the street. He's a little younger than me, but we've been really good friends for years. We've helped each other with our cars, gone to ball games together, and been there for each other like brothers. He was there when my aunt died, and I was there when he got divorced. He's a real outdoorsy type, always biking and hiking or playing sports, but he's not a dumb jock. We have some great conversations, and I knew I could trust him to keep a secret. So I told him about Laura and me. I guess I needed some advice.

At first, he just laughed his ass off. "I knew it!" he said, which really threw me off. Then he tells me how Laura hides herself under layers of clothes and a sort of forced innocence. But I guess he'd seen her down at the lake, and he knew she had a "rocking body" and had to be hiding some dark sexual secret. So he wasn't surprised like I thought he would be. Then he's like, "Want me to find you a dom for her?" and laughed. It felt good to joke about it and take the edge off.

As we were leaving, he said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to jerk off thinking about your wife tonight." "She'd probably like that," I said with a chuckle before we went our own ways.

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March 10

Dear Diary,

I have to do something. I found a transcript of a chat in Laura's email today. I know I shouldn't have been looking, and now I wish I hadn't. She's been chatting with some fucker online for I don't know how long. I can't describe how I felt reading her tales of fingering herself and pinching her nipples as he told her how he would fuck her. I was mad and hurt, sure, but I couldn't get rid of my boner. Why the fuck am I getting turned on by my wife cheating on me? I jacked off, mad as I was. I'd never heard Laura talk like this, calling herself dirty names, and obeying this guy's every instruction. It was mind-boggling.

If I don't do something soon, she's going to cheat on me for real. I just know it.

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March 13

Dear Diary,

I've lost my shit. I feel equal parts scared, nervous, disgusted with myself, and CRAZY horny. Oh god, so fucking horny. My dick has not gone soft in two days.

Sam and I met up, and I offered him a proposal. I mean, I know him and trust him and I've heard enough of his conquest tales to know he's the right guy for the job, but still I was fucking desperate after finding Laura's emails. So I asked him. I asked him to take her.

He was pretty shocked to say the least. But I told him the truth. I know Laura thinks he's really hot. She's said as much when we tried to fix him up after his divorce. And I asked him if he felt the same way about her. After some hesitation, he said the line about jacking off to her the other night wasn't a joke. Apparently, he's been stroking his cock thinking about her tits and ass for months. He's even tried to peek down her blouse to see her tits in the flesh. 

So I tried to convince him. I told him about her big, pink nipples. How having kids made her areolae even bigger and left her with huge, suckable nips. I told him how tight her pussy was, and how good it feels to have her ass bumping against you.

I think he started to come around but I don't know. A part of me wants to take it back, but an even bigger part of me is so excited about the thought of Laura getting her fantasy fulfilled - and me pulling the strings. I don't know what I'll want afterwards, but I know what I want now.

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March 23

Dear Diary,

It's happening! Sam finally said yes, and it's happening. I lied to Laura and told her I have a trip for work this weekend. Then, as a "present," I offered to let her have the weekend to herself and arranged to drop the kids at my brother's on my way to the airport tomorrow.

I set things up for Sam and told him what to do. I left some surprises conveniently laid around the bedroom. Laura has dinner plans with her girlfriends, and she's sure to have a few drinks. While she's out, I'm going to sneak in with Sam. He'll be pretending to be doing me a favor, while I hide in the bedroom closet.

I'm so fucking hard thinking about it. Just under twelve hours from now.

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March 25

Holy shit, Diary. Holy fucking shit. Last night, while Laura was out, I snuck back in the house. Sam showed up a few minutes later, and we settled on the plan. Then I hid in our bedroom closet, but I could still hear what was going on.

Laura tossed her bag on the table and then yelped when she saw Sam.

"What are you doing here?!" she asked.

"Just a favor for a friend. He asked before he left," he replied.

"He's gone for the weekend, Sam."

"I know." He was doing perfect. I even sensed the undertone when he said it.

"Alright, well, I've had a long day. Can you come back tomorrow?"

"Ok. How about one for the road?" he asked. I could hear the charming smile in his voice. They proceeded to make drinks and have small talk. They were always friendly with each other, but tonight, the alcohol at dinner and after must have gotten to Laura because she was clearly flirting. Sam must have crossed a line at some point because I heard her yell and heard a crash.

"What are you doing?!" she shouted.

"Come on, Laura, you've been coming on to me all night," he said.

"You have had way too much to drink, and it has been far too long since you've been with someone. Get a girlfriend. I've got a husband, your friend, by the way."

"My friend who's out of town."

"No, absolutely not. I'm not going to get with you just because he's gone for a weekend."

"Yes, you are, Laura." I heard more commotion, and then saw through the tiny slit in the closet door the two of them burst into the bedroom. Laura was beating her little fists against his chest as he held her and forced his lips against her. He was kissing her hard, and I saw his tongue flick out against her lips. Normally, this sight would have had me ready to brawl, but now the only fist I was making was around my cock.

He tossed her on the bed. She flipped on to her front and tried to get away, but he grabbed her legs, pulled her back and slapped her ass. She yelped, and he spanked her again before flipping her over. He crawled on the bed, straddling her legs and sitting on them.

"I've wanted to see these for a long time," he said as he ripped open her buttoned blouse. Buttons flew across the room. I could see her tits propped up in her blue bra, heaving with her rapid breath. She was still yelling, so he grabbed a necktie from my nightstand and wrapped it around her head, blocking her mouth. He held her wrists above her head and started squeezing her tits. He ripped the cups down to expose her nipples. 

When I saw how hard they were, I knew I'd made the right choice. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard on the tender flesh. I know my wife, and I know how much she loves having her nipples sucked. Sure enough, a moan of angry pleasure escaped from her mouth. "The little slut is enjoying it," I thought. I stroked myself faster.

Her body language changed, and she started moaning and encouraging him. He sat back up and I saw quickly it was all an act. He'd let her hands go, thinking she was giving in, and she cracked a hard slap on his face. Sam immediately grabbed her wrists roughly and began slapping her tits hard, hitting each nipple and making the globes of flesh shake. The sound echoed in the closet.

"Stay still!" he yelled. She grumbled something unintelligible, and he removed the tie.

"Fine. Look, you've had some fun. How about I blow you, okay? How about I suck your cock, and then you leave and we can forget about this," she offered.

"Oh, you're going to blow me," he said. "And then I'm going to fuck you." He replaced the tie.

She pulled and struggled. Sam reached for the floor and found a thick scarf I'd planted there. Working fast, he tied her wrists to the bedposts. Laura flailed against the restraints before settling down, finding herself trapped. He stood over her and removed his pants. Now, I'm not gay, but he had a really impressive cock. It was huge, much bigger than mine, and as hard as an iron bar. His head was deep purple, and the shaft curved slightly up. I watched Laura's eyes go wide looking at it.

He squatted down, straddling her, sitting on her huge tits and pressed the tip to her lips. She kept her mouth shut for a moment before opening to let him in. She couldn't move her head in that position, so he grabbed her hair and started bucking his hips, fucking her face. I closed my eyes as I listened to her moan around his meat.

After a few minutes, he got off the bed and took off her pants. He rolled her over, twisting her tied arms and spanked her again, hard and fast, several times. Then he rolled her onto her back and cupped her pussy.

"Wet already?" he observed, smiling. He crawled between her legs and aimed his huge cock at her pussy. Holding her ankles firmly, he shoved all the way in, and Laura groaned, eyes closed, despite herself. He braced himself up on his hands and started fucking her. I watched in awe as her tits bounced wildly across her chest. He thrust in and out hard, banging against her. He took a nipple between his teeth and held it as he continued to fuck her. After several minutes, her legs tentatively crept up and around him. With one hand, he untied the scarf, and her hands immediately went to his well-sculpted chest.

Sam laid down on her and rolled the both of them over, his cock never leaving her pussy. He held her tight and slapped her ass hard, forcing her to ride him. Every time she tried to roll off or stop, his thick hand came down hard on her ass once more. I watched, cock in hand, as her red ass bobbed on his dick. He held her spread, and I could see her asshole, her stretched lips around him, and his balls below that.

It was too much for me. I quietly crept from the closet, grabbed a bottle of lube and soaked my dick. Sam caught my eye, and he read my mind, grabbing her ass and holding her open. I got on the bed, and Laura began to flail around again, struggling to see who her next attacker was. He held her firm, and slapped her ass and thighs hard, making her skin smart. 

I straddled Sam's legs and placed the tip of my dick at her wrinkled hole. I pushed, easing the head in. Her muscles gripped me hard, and I struggled at first to go deeper. Sam noticed my predicament and pulled her cheeks apart. Finally, my whole cock slid into her ass. We went slow at first, grinding our pelvises against her trapped body. I placed my hands on her shoulder blades and held myself up, in the process flattening her ample tits against Sam.




Dear Diary



We had never had anal sex before, and now I knew what I had been missing! Her tight tunnel was like a sleeve on my cock. Sam and I got into a rhythm, each thrusting in her. We went tandem first, then alternated strokes, seesawing in and out of her. Sam gripped her ass, pulling her open and then forcing her closed, and the sensation was incredible. For my part, I lifted and tilted her hips, knowing that doing so would bring her clit into contact with his ample shaft. My balls slapped the tender skin between her ass and her pussy, and despite her anger, it drove her over the edge. Sam and I fucked her together, filling her holes at the same time as she came. When the climax came in full force, we held our cocks buried deep inside her, both enjoying the undulations of her tense muscles.

She subsided, and we fucked her in earnest, pistoning in and out of her as her juices made her slick. After several minutes, I felt Sam grow stiff, and he groaned as he started to cum. My own orgasm came quickly, and I filled her with sperm before pulling out and watching it leak from her ass.

I left them coupled on the bed and snuck from the room. As I was leaving the house, I heard the familiar slapping that indicated they were going again.

Laura hasn't acted any differently since I "came home" today. I'm starting to wonder whether or not I should tell her that the guy fucking her ass was her own husband.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary…

I had dinner with a new man and it was a wonderful evening, he is very passionate and I am truly enjoying our exploration of each other, it is an adventure. This is a how the day went…

7:00pm

I showered and washed my hair…the conditioner made my hair smell of almonds and the soap I used was a new addition to my bathroom aroma…the tangerine smell pervaded the house now. Trying not to be too flustered I stood at the door to the wardrobe and tried to decide on what to wear. I eventually chose a dress and slipped it over my head forgetting that I had just finished blow drying it...I was going to need to brush it back into shape before Mike arrived. Wriggling into the dress and smoothing my hands over my curves I looked in the mirror and decided to wear my tiny black beaded cardigan to complete the look. I dabbed some Chanel number five on my pulse points and carefully slipped on my sling back shoes and I was ready.

Preparations of the seduction dinner started at about three in the afternoon, I made a beautiful. Entree.. a antipasto platter of delicious and textural delights Main course ... French cut lamb rack with a red wine reduction served with asparagus, and roasted potatoes flavored with rosemary from the garden fresh green beans and rocquette with vanilla bean ice cream and a Rich Chocolate pudding for desert

I had set the table with candles and vine leaves and put the champagne in the ice bucket in readiness. There were flickering candles throughout the house and no lights were needed. The soft light and the warm air were indeed very sensual.

The door bell rang and I made a quick glance into the mirror on my way down the hallway to the door. Opening it slowly as not to let too much be seen all at once. He stood there looking sexy in his dark blue suit. He has glorious long legs and the cutest arse, giggle. His dark eyes shone an evil grin was obvious. We kissed deeply as he made his way across the threshold. He scooped his hands around my waist to hold me closer as the kiss become more intense. Our tongues danced and I recall the sensation of breathlessness as we breathed through each other.

The connection broke momentarily as we separated to walk down the hall to the lounge. The Champagne was waiting perfectly chilled. He uncorked the bottle with great verve and within seconds of the bubbles sliding down the sides of the flutes we were toasting to lust and fantasy and my new lingerie...I just had to tell him! I have to admit I get a little giggly drinking French Sparkling Wine...and he was aware of my condition as my cheeks were hot and blushing as was my chest. He kissed my hot cheeks to cool them and then worked his way down my neck to my shoulder blades and along the front of my bosoms. Reclining on the plump blue velvet couch was the perfect place to lounge and be pleasured. We spoke of our days achievements and then enjoyed feeding each other the morsels that were inf ront of us. More champagne and more kissing and we were almost going to skip dinner altogether but I insisted on completing our promise to eat dinner before we were naked.

We sat down at the table across from each other, He poured the red wine and we clinked our glasses and sipped whilst still starring into each others lustful eyes. The meal was superb but I was rather distracted by where he was placing his foot under the table. He had slipped off his shoe and was rubbing the inside of my calf muscle with his foot. While we carried on an intelligent conversation as if nothing was happening. He moved higher and I tried to remain composed as I felt his foot search past the inside of my knee and along my right inside thigh. I reached down and lifted my dress slightly as to allow him an easier journey to where he was hell bent on arriving sooner rather than later. I edged forward moving my hips closer to the chair's edge. By this time he had put his knife and fork together and declared his intention to undress me right there in the dining room. 

I winked shyly as he left his seat and came and stood behind me. His hands were warm and a little unsteady from his anticipation. He slid my cardigan off my shoulders and bent to kiss the back of my neck, sweeping my hair away from that warmest of soft spots. He ran both his hands down my sides as he continued to caress my neck and shoulders with his soft sensual mouth. I stood and turned to face him as he lifted me to the table and spread my legs, he stood in-between my legs and made movements towards my breasts with his mouth, letting his tongue leave a trail from my shoulder to my cleavage. I lifted my dress up higher and he completed the movement and unwrapped me fully. 

Now sitting on the table in my new lingerie, A satisfied grin came across his face as he admired the lace work, well that is his explanation. My skin was now tingling and hot from the arousal and I was sensing some dampness gathering. We kissed in a hurried and frantic lustful twirl. I held the back of his head to ensure the deepness of the kiss. He is THE best and most passionate kisser. His hands moved from my knees along the insides of my thighs to my awaiting sex. He moved the edge of my pants and ran his finger along the softest crease where my leg meets my torso. I quivered slightly as he again kissed me deeply our tongues entangled in a delicious moment.

I reached his shoulders with my hands and gently dragged my fingers down his chest across his erect nipples. I could feel his finger make tiny circles near my sex and I was aroused listening to his breathing and feeling his breath escape and rest on my neck. He reached over and put his hand around my waist and lowered me onto the table just beside where our plates lay almost finished. I reached my hands above my head and stretched out and writhed a little as he again went closer to my wetness. In a quick and confident movement he lifted my hips and removed my underpants. I was lying there happily knowing exactly what he had in mind...no sooner had I begun to prepare myself for the next step I felt his mouth on my belly...his tongue making swirls around my belly button, it tickled but felt wonderfully intimate. 

He moved ever so slowly down my middle with his tongue flicking cleverly, his hands were at my sides making circles of my soft skin. He moved his hands to my knees and lifted them so my feet were resting on the table...he gently but firmly parted my legs and moved to position his mouth over my wet sex. I felt his mouth first over my mound and his hands were moving closer along the insides of my thighs to keep me steady as he darted his tongue inside my lips. I let out a soft slow moan and he quickened his movements in time with the hurried moments that were now evident. 

My writhing helped me stave off a quick explosion, as I wanted to savor this a little longer...I felt his hands massage my sex and I knew exactly where his tongue was as he sucked on the hood of my clitoris almost making me scream. He moved his finger along my opening and started to edge inside me while flicking me steadily with his masterful tongue. I felt his finger slide deeper and he moved it in such as way as to make me hold my breath. He then slipped a second finger deep inside my hot wet pussy and I jolted my hips as the pleasure hit me. He was moving his fingers inside me and had found my g spot and was massaging me. I gripped onto his shoulders as I undulated from the intense orgasm...my inner muscles clamped his fingers as the waves of direct pleasure hit me over and over. 

I could hardly breath and was quivering as he moved up my body to kiss along my sides to my breasts, he sucked on my nipples as he continued to finger me with great expertise, I felt him bite me and the tinge of pain mixed with the delirious lust was more than I could run from. I began to shudder as another orgasm began to wrack my body. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other sucking and biting gently as I arched my back from the intense sensations my body was experiencing. 

He now had one finger deep inside my sex and his thumb on my clitoris gently making circles. I was in heaven and had no idea how my return to earth would affect the air pressure...giggle As my body slowed the frantic rhythm...I was able to breath less frenetically and just lie back and enjoy the soft warmth of the all over nice feeling. He then kissed his way from my breasts to my chin and then made tiny kisses along my neck to my mouth. We kissed again this time for minutes, his hands left there mooring and he lay on top of me on the table, entangled in a passionate kiss, he fully clothed and me in just my bra and suspenders and stockings.

We again kissed a passionate dance and I sat up and began to unbutton his shirt as our mouths kept time to the breathing that was becoming faster now. 

I sat up from the table and we embraced this with animal lust. I kissed my way down his chest and knelt as I carefully unzipped his trousers and slide his erection into my mouth....taking all of him with my wet hot lips....sucking slowly and skillfully while my hands found the tufts of hair around the base of his shaft and tugged on them moving my hands up to where my mouth stops to arouse him further, keen attention paid to the softest most delicious part of his manhood....licking slowly and carefully along around the head tasting the saltiness of his body, moving in a circle around my moist lips and then hurriedly capturing in my mouth for a tongue lashing of the most delirious kind....feeling him move inside and out, hearing his breath escape with force as his body grinds near my face...his skin is hot and the shivers begin....now deep in my throat I take another strong movement to secure his arousal....moving in closer to him, constantly caressing the length of his manhood, sucking greedily, slow then faster, as the tension mounts until he can resist no longer....we shuffle our position and He is now on the floor, as I undo the buttons on his shirt and remove his clothing one piece at a time…we connect again our mouths searching each moist soft place…

I edge up and lift myself on to him and encase him with my hot dripping sex....moving steadily now and with assurance that he is near the edge...plunging inside me I clamp him from deep inside and I feel him begin to shudder....his back stiffens and I hold his shoulders firmly as my shuddering begins.....hot and fervent we slam the dance of a melodious union....wet and warm moist and so wild. Our movements slow and I continue to shudder quietly as the heat surfaces across my heaving breasts.....I feel him cum and I am satisfied....we are relaxed and satisfied. We slip our cloths back on and take our place at the dinner table to enjoy the next course…the smell of the chocolate pudding cooking has awakened our hunger for sweet things. The fourth course in the dinner is to be served in the bedroom…..

to be continued...



Dear Diary 7_20



Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Dear Diary,

I need to tell you about the bizarre dream I had last night. 

I don't remember how I came to be standing in front of it; I just know that I'm knocking at a door. As the door creaks open I feel myself being drawn inside. I enter a room and am struck by how dark my surroundings are. I strain to make out the layout or the contents. Before my eyes can adjust, the door I entered through shuts, sealing out what small amount of light that existed. I feel a presence behind me. I want to turn around, but something inside of me tells me to stay. I stand here, waiting. I don't know what it is I'm waiting for. I just know, somehow, I'm supposed to wait there. My heart is pumping in my ears and goose bumps are forming all over my body. I'm telling myself to relax, that there's no danger. But I have no way of knowing if I'm right. My entire being seems to be tingling in anticipation of something. But what? Just as my mind is completing the thought I hear something, someone, approaching me. This whole time standing here I've forgotten about the door. Who opened it? Am I about to find out? I realize I'm holding my breath. Oh the sweet agony of the wait.

I hear it now, that voice. That voice I dream of so often. The voice I used to get lost in as it told me such wonderfully naughty things late at night on the phone. He used to call, used to. But that was then. I haven't heard from him in months, yet here he is again. Damn him! I think of all the things I want to do, to experience at least once in my life. I thought I'd found someone who understood, who 'got' me. I guess that was a dream also.

'I'm sorry.' He whispers. 'I want to make it up to you, if you'll allow me. You may turn and leave now, if you wish, or stay and say nothing.'

I'm a nervous wreck now. What does he mean he's going to make it up to me? How? What does he have planned? A part of me wants to turn and walk out. I need to leave, to end this now. I can't. The images, the thoughts, all of my hidden fantasies are now, somehow, fused with that voice. I lose the battle, I stay. I need more.

A blindfold, yes! I feel the cool touch of the satin against my eyes now. He leans in as he ties the knot. I hear his voice telling me to trust him. Trust him? A cruel joke my mind conjures up to remind me that this is, after all, just a dream. The past doesn't exist here, only the here, only now. 

'Drop your things' he tells me. Until now I hadn't realized I'd been carrying my purse and the bag. He takes my hand and leads me further into the room. When he stops, I stop. Turning me slightly he tells me to sit. I don't question, I do as I'm told. I find myself needing to do as I'm told. 

'I see you've brought the bag.' Yes, the bag. So many of my most intimate thoughts and dreams center around that bag. Of course the bag is with me. 

I can hear my keys rattle. He's busying himself with finding the one that opens the small padlock. The padlock locks my secrets away within that small black bag. I hear the teeth of the zipper as he is opening up my secrets, my 'Pandora's box'. The blood is pumping faster now throughout my body. The sound of metal clanging fills my ears as he pulls out each item. Can I do this? Can I sit here and allow him to do the things I long for him to do to me? I can't move. I don't want to move.

I feel my leg being lifted. My shoe is slipped off. Now the soft underbelly of the cuffs is against my ankle. He buckles it on and moves to the other leg. When he finishes the last leg I feel his touch on the back of my hands that I have neatly placed on each knee. I surrender them both to him and allow him to finish placing the other two cuffs around my wrists. Next is the collar. As he lifts my hair to fasten it around my throat I can smell the leather it's made from. Just the small and feel of all this causes me to feel electrified. I feel the want building up now. My nipples tingle beneath my t-shirt. My whole body is screaming to be touched now, but he's moved away. I'm left with this hunger. I know he's teasing me, building my desire for what he has planned next.

I don't have to wait long. He's taking my hand now. But he doesn't lead me anywhere. Instead he tells me to get down on my knees. As I kneel before him I feel him attaching something to the ring on my collar. How far is he willing to take this? How far am I willing to follow him? I hear him pick up my bag. As he tugs on the collar I instinctively go down on all fours and crawl toward wherever it is he, and the leash he's just put me on, are taking me. 

I sense that we've entered another room now. The temperature is cooler and I hear the hum of a fan of in the distance. He stops and I stop beside him. I want to speak, to ask him what his plans are. But I know that I'm to remain quiet. A tug on the leash lets me know I'm to stand now. As I raise myself up I reach out to steady myself. For the first time my hand briefly touches him before he pulls away. I want to touch, to feel him. My hands love exploring his body. There's just something so erotic about the feel of skin on your fingertips. There are so many different feelings, depending on where you touch. The roughness of stubble on a man's face, the tough, thick skin of his palms, the soft, smooth feel of his manhood, there are just so many textures of skin to explore. 

As I stand there I hear the bag drop onto what I can only assume is a bed. Again I hear rattling of metal as he busies himself with my things, my toys. An appropriate description considering we long ago named our time together as 'playtime'. I miss those times.

Suddenly I'm being lifted off of my feet, carried and dropped upon a bed. I struggle to get back up, knowing he'll push me back but knowing I'll get to feel his touch. He's straddling me now, holding my wrists down on the pillow. Taking my right arm, he brings it down to tuck it firmly between my hip and his thigh. With one of his free hands he holds my left arm in place as his other grasps the end of one of the leather straps he'd removed from my bag and fastened to the bed after we entered the room. I hear the click. It's done. As he sits upright again I can sense that he's watching me. Watching me tug at the strap as if there's a chance it will give way. We both know it will not. His hand is around my right wrist now. I'm trying to resist. I don't want this. I do want this. Why him? I want to trust him, to let him take me all of the places I want to go. No, not anymore I don't. I wanted this, but now I want to be free. Free of the thoughts in my head, free of that voice I hear at night. But that's my brain talking. My body says yes. My skin screams out for this. I can feel myself getting excited. What kind of person dreams these dreams? What kind of person has thoughts like this? I gather all the strength I can find and try one more time to rebuff his efforts. This time my resistance is met with a stern reprimand. 'Don't fight me' he says, 'this is what you've wanted and I want to give it to you.' As soon as the words roll of his tongue, as soon as I hear that baritone voice above me, I know I've lost the battle. I can hear the click as the second strap is attached to the ring on my right wrist cuff. It's done. Any chance I had to spurn him, to rebuke his actions is gone. My legs are kicking in a half-hearted attempt to avoid his grasp. I know I can't stop this now. The final two rings at each ankle are now hooked. I'm immobilized, vulnerable. Waiting for what's to come. 

A drawer is sliding open. What is it he's rooting around for? I now feel something cold on my thigh and his hands grabbing a leg of my shorts. The coolness is moving upward now. I hear the sound of metal scraping against metal. I recognize that sound. Scissors? Just as the thought comes, so does the telltale sound of material being cut. First the right leg, then the left is sliced up through the waistband. A quick tug and the shorts lie somewhere across the room. I'm trying to pull my legs together, but the restraints won't allow it. What next? As if I don't already have more than a few scenarios running through my head. 

Wait! The bed is shifting. He's gotten up. I hear his steps moving around the room. I don't know what he's up to now. I can feel a breeze blowing across my body now. He's turned the fan toward the bed. But now the sound of the blades slicing through the air muffles the sound of his movement in the room. I've lost track of him. Damn this blindfold! 

Hands grab at my t-shirt and I hear the fabric being ripped apart. I can't help but emit a small scream from the shock. 'I see you aren't going to be quiet' he chuckles. 'Perhaps you need to be gagged?' 'No! I'll be good.' I plead. Too late, he's already placing the ball into my mouth. As he lifts my head to buckle it in place he whispers softly into my ear. 'Promise to behave and I might just reward you by removing this later.' 

God, that voice, it won't leave my head. Even now, as I retell this, dream diary, I can hear that voice as if it's in the room with me.

He's busying himself again. This time, cutting what remains of my shirt so that he can discard the remnants as he did the shorts. I'm down to just my bra and panties. I know they'll be the next victims of this scissor-happy demon. Again I feel the cold, hard metal against my thigh. This time it moves higher to it's mark. A quick few snips and away go what was left of my clothing. I'm naked now, in the cool breeze of the fan. The air is causing my nipples to harden into small nubs. Who am I kidding; I can't blame it on the air. I know what I'm feeling, and I want more. I can't help myself. I don't want to help myself. Yet I still feel the need to fight it. I want to do battle so that I may surrender at some point. Not now, soon.

Oh diary, did I hold out for too long? It was at this point that I was awakened by the shrill of the alarm. All I wanted to do at that moment was to slip back into my dream world and see my vision to fruition. I know this day will go on forever. My thoughts for the day will inevitably lead me back to the events of my nocturnal imagery. I pray that tomorrow's entry will hold the conclusion to last night's mirage.



Dear Diary 7_21



Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

Dear Diary,

Well diary, I found myself dreaming of the voice again last night. I can't seem to shake these scenes playing out nightly in my head. Long ago, when the dreams began, they were so different. Back then there was no physical presence I could associate with the voice. These were all short vignettes, a touch, a feeling, but the voice was faceless. Now that has all changed. Ever since our relationship began I've associated him with the voice of my fantasies. Even now, after the cowardice way in which he left, I still feel him. Unlike any other man, yet no different than any other I've known before. 

This time, as I drifted off to sleep, I tried hard to think of an old crush or flame from the past, useless. Again he came to me, but now he comes only when I sleep. Again I succumb to his strong baritone voice......

I'm alone in the house. I can tell I've been drinking. No doubt I'm trying to drown the memories again. I have the stereo turned up. Since I have the house all to myself, I'm wearing just a t-shirt dress as usual. It's nice to get a break from being 'mommy' sometimes. Nights when my child is away always make me remember the freedom I once had. Few pressures, few responsibilities and rarely clothed at home.

A guilty smile comes to my face. It'd been years since I'd watched a porn movie so early in the evening. I've certainly not been able to do it in my own room, my own bed. Always afraid my son would discover me I'd kept that to late nights and always in the computer room where he's be less apt to hear anything. Tonight though, tonight I'm alone. Free to rediscover myself without fear of being caught.

As I search through the small hidden stash of movies, I can't decide on what to watch. I grab them all and head to my room, stopping to grab the bottle and shot glass I'd left on the coffee table. The thrill of being able to leave the door open and turn the volume up has already set in. I root through the stack of DVDs and make my viewing choice. I pop the movie into the player and climb up onto my bed. Pouring another drink I settle back and begin to enjoy the first scene. The alcohol and the movie begin taking affect and a warm feeling begins to flow through my body. I close my eyes and begin to touch myself softly through my clothing as I listen to the movie play on. I love porn with good audio and this one is really good. I turn up the volume and a smile comes to my face. I think of how the world outside is going on without me while I lay here and escape in my own private way. I've played for lovers before but it's never been quite the same as when alone. This is just for me, for my own pleasure and no others.

I'm lying there exposed, alone in my own little fantasy world. The sounds of the movie take me deeper into the crevices of my mind's desires. Farther and farther away I travel, away from reality and into that place I so rarely am able to retreat to. I've brought my toys to bed with me and am enjoying all they offer. I hear a woman moaning, crying out for more; demanding more. She pleads and begs for her partner to do the things she longs for him to do to her; with her. I'm only partially aware that the calls are my own as they mingle with the woman on screen. Each time I get closer to the edge I slow myself, wanting to prolong this as long as I can. I love building the want and the need to as high a level as I can possible stand before allowing myself to move past that edge and freefall back to reality. 

I open my eyes and he's there, watching me. He'd watched me play before but never like this. I'm frozen in time. What can't be more than a moment seems to go on for minutes. As I begin to comprehend and react to his presence he moves in. Scurrying away from him I feel his hand grasp my ankle. I'm caught. Fighting to break free of the hold he has on me, I realize it's futile. Much like his mental hold over me, I can't escape. As he pulls me back to the center of the bed he climbs atop me. Using his weight he keeps me from going anywhere. Just as I think to scream he looks into my eyes. Suddenly I stop fighting him. He wins again. 

He's been in my bed before. He knows about the handcuffs hanging, attached to pieces of material tied to the headboard. I whimper as he shuts each bracelet around my wrists. Hunting through the room for something to secure my legs, he finds a pair of scarves. He makes quick work of tying each leg to the posts on the footboard. When he finishes, he walks back toward the center of the bed. Grabbing a pillow he uses his free hand to lift my midsection up just enough to slide the pillow beneath. I'm laying here, pelvis elevated by the pillow, all extremities immobilized. As he climbs onto the bed I can only assume he's planning on taking me however he wishes to. I'm confused. He sits down near the foot of the bed, between my tied legs, the light from the DVD providing him with a perfect view of my body. The hem of the dress I wear is around my waist, working its way there during the struggle. 

Finally, the voice speaks to me. He tells me he'd been watching for a short while but that he's have stood there for a lifetime if he were able. Grabbing the toy that I'd been so enthusiastically using earlier he runs his tongue up the side. 'I can taste you', the voice seems deeper than usual. The moisture I feel between my legs increases to the point that it's escaping my body and running down the crack of my ass. His position allows him to see this and a smile appears on his face.

'So that's how you want it? Like this?' No sooner are the words out of his mouth do I feel him thrust the toy deep within me. I let out a moan and he pulls the toy completely out. I feel empty now. The feeling is short lived and again he thrust the toy into me. The whole time he's talking to me, telling me that he's going to do to me after he finishes with the toy. He tells me to look at the television and watch what's happening on the screen. I watch. 'You like that don't you? You like watching the things he's doing to her. So you want me to do those things to you? As I listen to his voice and watch I fight not to answer him. He persists. Thrusting my toy deep within me and telling me the things he has planned. His pace quickens as he keeps talking. All that I can feel in the toy; all that I can hear is the voice. My heart is racing now. I'm fighting this like I always do. I want it to go on as long as I can hold out. As my will power fades I feel the wave come over me. He can sense what's about to happen, he's watched this so many times before. As I give in I can feel the spray. He watches as wave after wave runs through my body and finally escapes. 

As my heart beat slows I see the look in his eyes. I know what he's thinking and I want what he wants. Just as I'm about to beg him to do the things he'd promised I hear a noise in the kitchen. Startled I sit up straight in bed only to realize it's all been a dream. I'm alone in my bed. The noise is my son, hunting for something in the refrigerator. 

Diary, somehow I've got to make these stop. I need to disassociate this man from the voice of my dreams.



Dear Diary



Dear Diary,

January 12th - 5:00 pm: Tonight is the night. I've waited so long for this night and I can't believe it's finally here! Rick is going to get the birthday present he has always wanted and one he will never forget. This is a special night for me too since I will finally be living out my long time fantasy of making it with another woman! My bath is ready so I'll go for now. I'll tell you more in a bit.

Dear Diary,

January 12th - 5:50pm: Heather will be here in about 45 minutes. I can't wait to see her again. I am so glad I met her - you know how much I've wanted to be with her every since I first laid eyes on her. I think I've told you that at least a million times now haven't I? It's just that she is so beautiful and she has a great body. I love her big breasts and that small round ass of hers. At work sometimes I watch her when she squats down with her knees spread apart - her ass looks so good like that. I just imagine myself underneath her with my face buried in her pussy. God - it makes me so horny just thinking about it that my pussy is really wet already. 

I know when Rick comes through the door tonight and sees what I've done for his birthday his cock will get so big and hard! I'm sure he'll be shooting a big load of hot cum tonight - just the way I like it! OK, focus dammit! The candles are lit and the radio is on, Rick won't be home until about 8:00 (yes, I did remind his friends to keep him out until then). Am I forgetting anything? No, I don't think so. Well, wish me good luck, my friend and I'll tell you all tomorrow!

Dear Diary,

January 13th - 3:00 pm: Last night was incredible! I have the best story to tell you so I'm just going to get right to it.

My heart began to pound as soon as I heard her knock on the door. I opened the door with a great big smile on my face (as you can imagine) to see her standing there. We both said "Hi" at the same time - as we always do - which, of course, made us laugh. We gave each other a great big hug - it felt good to hold her close and gently squeeze her against my body. "Come on in and stay awhile, why don't you," I said. 

We sat on the couch and talked for a long time, just catching up on girl stuff and gossip, sipping on wine all the while. As we talked, I couldn't help but stare at Heather's breasts. She was wearing a white button up shirt unbuttoned just low enough that I could see the top of her black bra pushing her tits together. Heather had only been there for about an hour but she looked so good I could wait no more!

I slid over next to her on the couch and put my hand on her thigh, gently rubbing up and down her leg as we talked. She was wearing a short black knit skirt and her legs were bare - they were so smooth to touch. I rubbed just a little farther up each time until I reached her pussy. As soon as I felt her panties, it was like a warm wave went through my body. As I stroked her through her panties, she moaned softly and I felt her legs move apart. I knew she liked what I was doing and I definitely liked it! 

"That feels really good," said Heather. 

"Your pussy does feel good," I replied. 

Heather leaned her head towards me and kissed me. Her lips were soft and they felt good on mine. I could feel her probing tongue between my lips and I opened my mouth wide to let her in. It wasn't long before we were kissing each other hard and deep, my hand still rubbing her pussy.

I pushed her back on the couch and began to unbutton her shirt. When I finished with the last button, I pulled her shirt open and kissed her beautiful tits, occasionally sliding my tongue under the edge of her bra. Wanting more, I slid her shirt off and reached around back to unhook her bra, dropping it to the floor. I cupped her bare tits in my hands and pushed them together. God, they looked good like that! I rubbed my hands all over them, pinching her nipples in my fingers until they stood up. Heather grabbed me and pulled my face down to her tits. I sucked them gently at first, letting my tongue glide over her nipples. "Suck them hard," Heather said, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair. It really turned me on to hear her talk like that and I sucked them as hard as she could take it. I went from one titty to the next and back again, flicking my tongue against her hard nipples. Heather moaned in delight as she watched me. "I've wanted you to suck my nipples like that since the first day we met," said Heather. 

"I've wanted to do more than that to you," I replied. 

"Do what you want to me - tonight I'm yours!" she said. 

Heather stood up and pulled me to my feet. We began kissing again, and I could feel her tits pressed against mine. I put my hand up under her skirt again and I could tell she was wet right through her panties. Pushing them aside, I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing back and forth over her swollen clit. I could tell Heather enjoyed that because she kissed me so hard I swear I could feel her tongue touching the back of my throat. I then slid two fingers up inside her hot cunt and slowly moved them in and out. "So this is what it's like to finger fuck another woman. It's everything I imagined. Your pussy is so hot, wet, and tight," I said. 

"That's because you turn me on so fucking much." she replied. It was then that I heard Rick's keys in the door. 

As soon as Rick came through the door he saw us there. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed. 

"Happy birthday, honey," I said. 

"You told me you were planning something special but I never expected this!" 

"Do you like what you see, Rick?" asked Heather. 

"You're damn right I do. Don't let me interrupt you two," said Rick.

I pulled Heather's skirt and panties down and let them drop to the floor. She then proceeded to slowly undress me while Rick watched. First, she took off my top and bra. She kissed down my neck and went right to my big tits. I pushed them up into her face and she sucked each one of them until my nipples stood erect. Heather's hands were soft and it felt so good when she rubbed my tits together. We kissed again, a very deep kiss, and pressed our bare tits together. I reached my hands down behind her and grabbed her ass, grinding my pelvis into hers as we kissed. Heather stopped long enough to finish undressing me. Once my clothes were off, we began kissing again. I could tell my pussy was wetter than it had ever been. I looked over at Rick who seemed to be mesmerized by what he saw and I could see the huge bulge in his pants. "Why don't you get out of those pants?" I said. Rick got undressed - his big, hard cock standing at full attention. "Why don't we go into the bedroom?" I said.

Once we were in the bedroom, Rick sat in the chair next to the bed so he could watch everything close up. I could see his hard cock throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. The head of his cock was so big and tight that it was shiny. He reached down and grabbed his cock in his hand and began to masturbate. "I love to watch you giving yourself a good wank," I said. 

"Never mind what I'm doing, you two girls get back to your business," said Rick. 

"OK, birthday boy, we'll give you a show you won't soon forget!" said Heather.

As I laid back on the bed, Heather climbed on top of me. She put her big tits right in my face and I grabbed one of them with both of my hands and sucked her nipple. Her tits were big and heavy hanging down like that. I took turns sucking each of her titties and sometimes I would grab both of them and bury my face between them. Sometimes, she would raise up slightly and shake her titties in my face. She shook them so hard it was like she was slapping me with her tits.

I could feel her hips moving back and forth while she was on top of me and it felt good. "If I had a strap-on, I would give you a good fucking right now," said Heather. 

"If you had a strap-on, I'd be begging for a good pounding from you," I said. 

"If I had my way, I'd be over there right now giving you both a good fucking with my big, hard cock," said Rick. I told him there would be plenty of time for that later. 

Heather moved down to kiss me again and I could feel her big tits pressed against mine. I wrapped my legs around her back and pulled her close to me. "Imagine you're fucking me right now," I said. Heather moved up and down on me while we made out and I closed my eyes, imagining what it would look like if she was fucking me. I imagined her filling me up with a strap-on, pounding me so hard that my titties would bounce. 

"Fuck her, Heather. Fuck her hard," said Rick. Heather rode me hard while we kissed. I put my hands around the back of her head and gave her hair a little tug, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. "Now that is fucking hot," said Rick. "My cock has never been this big and hard before. You ladies will be in for a massive load of my cum tonight!" 

"Well, if you like what you just saw, watch this!" I said.

I pushed Heather onto her back, spreading her legs wide open. I crawled down between her legs and spread her pussy lips open with my fingers. I stuck my bum up into the air and let my titties hang down on the bed. I leaned forward and licked Heather's dripping wet cunt. It was my first taste of another woman's pussy and it was brilliant! I moved my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, stopping every once and a while to slide my rigid tongue deep insider her. Every time I did that, I thought of Rick sliding his big, hard cock inside me. That thought made me fuck Heather's pussy even harder with my tongue. I moved my hips with every thrust and thought about getting fucked from behind while I fucked her pussy with my tongue. I stopped eating Heather for a moment, sliding two fingers inside her instead. While I fucked her with my fingers, I looked over at Rick, who was jerking his cock hard now, and said, "Why don't you come over here and slide that big, hard cock of yours inside me from behind while I give Heather a good pussy eating?" 

"Why don't I?" said Rick. With that, Rick was up off the chair like a shot and onto the bed in no time.

I went back down on Heather's pussy, leaving my tongue soft and big to rub all over her down there. As I was rubbing my mouth, nose and chin all over her pussy, covering my face with her juices, Rick slid himself into me from behind. His cock was as hard as a fucking rock and felt great in my pussy. He was fucking me, I was fucking her, and it was all so unbelievably good. Rick looked down and saw my titties bouncing back and forth on the bed and then looked up to see Heather's bouncing as well. "Look at those titties bounce!" he said. We stopped just long enough for Heather and I to switch places.

"Slide that big cock into Heather and give her a good fucking while she eats me, Rick," I said. 

"I'm all for that!" said Heather. Rick grabbed her hips from behind and slid his cock into her. As he did, Heather bent down and began lapping my cunt. Her tongue moved quickly in and out of me and I moved my hips to keep pace with her. "I love the way you eat my pussy, Heather," I said, moaning loudly. 

"I love to watch you eat her pussy, Heather," said Rick. 

I grabbed the back of my legs and lifted them up, giving Heather more room to lick me all over down there. As I did, I pushed my titties together. "God, your tits look good like that. I'd love to shoot my hot cum all over them when they're pushed together like that," Rick said. 

"I know how much you like the thought of that," I said.

Heather took advantage of the position I was in and moved her tongue down to my tight asshole. Shivers went through me as her tongue flickered lightly over my hole. "Stick your tongue in my ass," I said. Heather slid her tongue inside me, pushing just a bit deeper with each thrust. 

"Fuck her ass with your tongue," Rick said to Heather as he slammed his cock into her from behind. Rick licked his fingers, getting them good and wet, and reached around to rub Heather's clit. 

"That feels good. You're fucking me so good. Give me that big cock of yours, Rick. Fuck me hard!" said Heather. Watching the two of them go at it while Heather tongued me was amazing. 

"Fuck her hard and rub her clit," I said to Rick. 

"Oh yeah, that's it. Rub me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming. OH GOD! OH GOD! Oooooh!" said Heather. 

"That's it, cum on that hard cock of mine," said Rick, as he thrust himself deep inside her. Heather's pussy clenched down on Rick's big cock, twitching and twitching for what seemed to be an eternity. 

"Holy shit," said Heather, "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had!" 

I sat up and kissed Heather, thinking that this was definitely the hottest, dirtiest sex any of us had ever had before and I was ready to have Rick's rock hard cock inside my pussy again.

I laid down on my back and Rick crawled up between my legs. As I lifted my legs into the air, he grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide apart. He slid his big cock inside me and gave me a nice slow ride. I could feel every inch of his cock as he slid back and forth inside me. "How does that feel?" he asked. 

"Your big cock always feels good inside my wet cunt!" I said. 

"Did you like watching me fuck Heather until she came on my hard cock?" asked Rick. 

"That was better than any porn movie I've ever seen," I said. "Did Rick make you cum good, Heather?" 

"It was awesome," she replied. "When I started to cum, I felt him slide his big cock deep inside me. As he did, I squeezed down on his cock with my cunt as hard as I could and let my orgasm consume me. My pussy is still tingling."

Heather moved over onto her knees next to me and watched Rick fuck me. "Come down here and kiss me," I said to Heather. She leaned down and began to make out with me. Our tongues were all over, licking each other's lips and probing deep into each other's mouths. 

"Ooooh, that looks fucking hot," said Rick. 

Heather licked her fingers, getting them good and wet, and then reached down to rub my clit, kissing me even harder as she did. This is what I had waited for - getting a good hard fucking with a big cock while I'm making out with a beautiful girl rubbing my clit at the same time! I grabbed the back of Heather's head and pulled her hair hard while I rode Rick's cock faster and faster. I stopped kissing Heather long enough to say, "Fuck me hard Rick - I'm gonna cum." Rick slammed me hard as Heather rubbed my clit at a furious pace. "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING SO GOOD." I could feel myself shudder from my pussy all the way down to the bottom of my feet! 

"Ooooh yeah, baby. Cum on me. Cum on that big cock of mine," said Rick. 

"Oh fuck," I said as I continued squeezing Rick's cock with my tight cunt. When I finally relaxed enough to let Rick slide out of me I said, "That was the best ever. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through me when I came." Heather and I turned to Rick and said, "It's your turn now - we're going to make you cum like you never have before!" 

"Well, what are you ladies waiting for?" he said with a big smile on his face.

Rick laid back on the bed - his cock throbbing and glistening with my cum. Heather went down on his hard cock first - licking my cum off of his cock, sucking him all the way down his shaft. "Suck him hard," I said. "That's how he likes it." As she moved up and down on him, Rick grabbed the back of her head, holding it in place while he fucked her mouth. I leaned over and stuck my tongue in Rick's mouth and kissed him hard. While we kissed, I looked over to watch his thick cock slide in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her hard, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. After a few minutes, Heather and I traded places and she put her big titties in Rick's face while I put his big cock in my mouth. I stuck my bum in the air and rode Rick's cock with my mouth as hard as I could. I looked up and could see him sucking on Heather's tits, taking each one into his hands, one at a time as he sucked them. Every now and then she would slap his face with them and I swear, I could feel his cock stiffen in my mouth a bit more every time she did. I continued fucking Rick's cock with my mouth until he was almost ready to come. When the time was right, I told Rick to stand up. Heather and I got on our knees in front of him and we both began to lick his stiff rod. Sometimes, when we would lick the head of his cock, we would kiss each other at the same time. 

"Oh, you ladies know you're gonna get a big load of hot cum tonight, don't you?" Rick said as he watched. 

We stopped long enough to say, "We know we'll get a big load because we're going to turn you on so fucking much that your cock will explode!" 

"It won't be long now," said Rick. 

Heather licked Rick's cock while I moved down and licked his balls. They were so tight and smooth as I flicked my tongue all over them. "FUCK, that feels good," he said. I knew his balls were full of cum just waiting to shoot out and I could sense he was ready. I moved back up to his hard cock and met Heather's tongue there. We continued to lick Rick's cock and each other's tongues at a frenzied pace until Rick was moaning loudly. We pulled back from Rick's cock as he said, "Here it comes." Heather and I opened our mouths and rubbed our tongues together as we grabbed each other's titties, pulling hard on each other's nipples. Rick grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it right at out mouths. "I, I'M, I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK, OH FUCK! OOOOH!" Rick moaned. First one, then two, then three big spurts of hot cum hit Heather and I right in our open mouths. We kissed each other hard, smearing Rick's hot cum all over each other as we did. Rick continued stroking his cock until he squeezed every last drop of cum from it, rubbing it on our faces as we kissed. Rick collapsed on the bed and watched as Heather and I continued kissing and licking each other until there was no cum left on either one of us.

"That was fucking incredible," said Rick, adding, "That was the best birthday present EVER!" We all agreed on that and passed out with exhaustion.

So that's my story Diary, what do you think? Who knows what next year's birthday will bring...



Dear Diary



I was asked to write this story by a friend. I do hope that you like it. I would appreciate any feedback you would care to give.

Chapter 1

I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. My daughter was acting even weirder after her Eighteenth birthday. It was only a month ago, I just figured she just thought she was a full blown adult. So here after I heard her scream she was leaving for school, I ran downstairs to give her money for her lunch. She was already gone. I entered the kitchen to see if she at least made one for her self. I was relieved when I saw on the table what was left of her mess. I started to clean up after her putting away the bread first. Next was the ham and cheese. I then proceeded to move the package of lunch bags she left. That's when I found it. Her diary.

I picked it up to bring it to her room, but then she might think I read it. I was unable to move. She was my daughter and I had to respect that she would want her privacy. I put it back on the table where I found it and went upstairs to continue getting ready for work. When I came back downstairs it was still there. I made myself some coffee and sat down to relax before I had to go. I should have left right then and there. The diary called out to me and I picked it up again, this time opening it. I flipped through trying to catch a word that would justify me reading it. "Fuck." That was the word that caught my attention.

I found the beginning of the journal entry. It was dated right before her birthday. Almost a full two months ago. I argued with myself on whether to continue or not. My morals said I should just put it back down. My morals lost. This is what it said.


Dear Diary:

I am so happy. I am almost ready. I just got off line with my friend and she thinks I should go for it. I am waiting till I my birthday so this way he can't say I am to young. I have been so attracted to him for so long. Ever since I was younger I wanted him. I just had to wait even though I didn't want to. Now I only have to wait another month. I am afraid though. Does every daughter want to fuck her father? I feel so naughty wanting to do it. I love telling all my online friends about my unspeakable desire. I get so turned on thinking about him. The way he smells when he comes home from work. Well, Diary, I don't know what to do. Till tomorrow my friend. Crystal.

I couldn't believe it. I was in shock. I sat there for a few moments wondering what to do. I turned to the beginning of the book. 

Dear Diary:

I was online today in a chat room called unspeakable desires. Today was the first time I spoke up. I use to just jump around other chat rooms but there were a lot of things that turned me on. I would always just read and never respond. After hearing everyone else's fantasy there was only one I wanted. I don't wish to write it just yet. My friend told me I should make a diary and write down all that I feel in it. So that is why I got you. I found so many different people to talk to. It's just that now I am turned on by so many kinky things and I only just learned how to drive. Everyone says I should do it now when I am young at heart. I just don't think I am ready yet. I think I will write it. I want to make love with my Dad. Till tomorrow my friend. Crystal.

I was shocked. I put the book down and called work telling them that I was not feeling well. I would be in tomorrow if I were better. I brought the book upstairs with me and decided to read it from cover to cover. I learned a few things about my teenage daughter that day. One: that she liked the idea of being with me. I couldn't believe it, me, her own father. Two: she likes it rough, real rough. She even stated she wanted to be fucked by three guys while I watched. How did my daughter get this way? Three: she took an interest in girls. This friend of hers online apparently put a lot of ideas in her head. Four: she loved to be called dirty names. I also found out something about myself. I wanted to fuck my daughter.

Chapter 2

I entered into my daughter's room with her Diary. Placing it on the bed with the note I wrote. It simply stated that she left it on the table. I reread the diary two more times. My dick was dripping with pre-cum. Now here I stood in my little girls' room. I sat on her bed rubbing my hands over her pink comforter. I was in a daze staring at her computer. I figured what the hell; I already broke her trust. I got up and went to her computer desk. It was the same one I bought for one of her birthdays. I wonder if she talked about this then. 

I turned on the computer and waited for it to warm up. In no time I jumped on line and looked through her favorite places. In about five minutes I saw all the adult sites she liked to visit. The one I checked out was literotica.com. She book marked a few stories. I read them all. One was where a daughter was forced to have sex with her Dad, another was a gang banging daughter, even a few rape fantasies. I read them all oblivious to everything. Then I saw someone wanted to talk to me or rather to her.

GothKitty: Well, did you yet?

I assumed it was her female friend. What was I to do? I didn't think about this. I figured it would be easier to reply.

TenchiAngel: Do what yet?

GothKitty: You Know FUCK your father. You've only been talking about it for the past three weeks.

What was I to say to that? I was at a loss for words. Here was this girl asking my daughter if she fucked me yet. What was I to do? I sat there in my daughter's chair trying to type something, anything. A picture of me sat on the desk to the right. I felt like I had no right to be there. Well, If I didn't think of something fast then this GothKitty would be asking my daughter later what was going on.

TenchiAngel: No. Did you?

She didn't respond right away. Should I type again or just continue to wait? I waited for her answer wondering if I said the wrong thing. Would she know I wasn't my daughter?

GothKitty: Who is this? You're not Crystal

I couldn't believe she gave her real name. Didn't I teach her anything? 

TenchiAngel: What are you talking about? Yes, I am.

GothKitty: No you're not. Katrina knows I've been fucking my father for the last five years. Is this...Is this her Dad?

Oh Shit. I should have just ignored her. Well, how much more trouble could I get in? The rest of the conversation went like this:

TenchiAngel: Yes, I am. What did you do to my daughter? Why did you put these sick ideas in her head?

GothKitty: Me? I don't think so she came out and told me her desire first. After she told me everything I told her I was already doing my Dad.

TenchiAngel: So why are you edging her on. Let her be. Tell her you lied to her and it's sick.

GothKitty: Why should I do that? I don't think it's sick. You read her Diary didn't you?

I stopped writing in shock. She knew, this little whore, was the one who told her to write that thing.

GothKitty: Well, Are you still there?

TenchiAngel: Yes. What am I supposed to say. Here I find out that my daughter wants to fuck me and you have been fucking your father. I am just shocked. I don't know what to do. Yes, I did read her diary.

GothKitty: Fuck her like the whore she is. Did you know that? Your daughter is a fucking Internet slut. She goes into all kinds of chat rooms and cybers with everyone. Especially me! You know though she is saving herself for you.

TenchiAngel: My daughter is not a slut.

GothKitty: Sure she is. Wait till she finds out I chatted with you.

TenchiAngel: You can't tell her.

GothKitty: Sure I can.

GothKitty: Are you hard? Is your dick soaking your underwear? Think about it. Most men want to fuck their daughters and now you have the opportunity.

TenchiAngel: You are sick

GothKitty: Just as sick as your daughter? Listen! Go downstairs. Remember where she used to play with her dolls. Check out that room and you let me know what you think. I will wait a week before I say anything.

TenchiAngel: Why are you doing this?

GothKitty: Because it turns me on. Besides your Daughter started it. I am making sure she finishes it. 

GothKitty: You never asked me my secret desire.

GothKitty: Aren't you the least bit curious

TenchiAngel: Fine! What is it?

GothKitty: Well ever since I MET your daughter. We want to be raped by you and a few other guys

Chapter 3

I jumped off line pissed. Not because the way she was talking, but because she was right. I was ready to cum in my pants. I went downstairs to see what I could find. I walked into her small playroom and looked around. I was shocked. Once again my eighteen-year-old daughter surprised me. In the trunk she had her old dolls in, there was all kinds of toys. Sexual toys. I saw dildos of all sizes; even one that was double sided. There was magazine after magazine about incest and bondage. I was in awe of my little girl. I began to wonder what kind of underclothes she wore.

I skimmed through a few of the magazines. I even went so far as to read some of the stories. She had a lot of the father and daughter stories book marked. One particular good one I found was called "A Son's Curiosity" I stopped reading that, I already wanted my daughter. I don't know what I would do if I wanted my Mother.

I cleaned up down here and went upstairs to her room once again. I looked all through her things and found some very, very sexy clothes. I would have known if I still did her laundry. I was afraid, afraid that I would actually fuck my daughter. I started to be more afraid that I wouldn't. I went to my room and jumped online. I typed in GothKitty on my buddy list. Her name showed up immediately. I highlighted her name and hit "locate." She was in, what I considered to be her favorite spot: Unspeakable Desires. I decided to play with her first before letting her know who I was. I realized now I wanted to give my daughter what she wanted. I also knew I would need her help.

Drake632: Hello

I sat there waiting. I hit the join button to join her in the room. It took a few tries; it kept telling me the room was full. When I finally got in I read along for a few before trying GothKitty again.

Drake632: How are you?

I Read on in the room reading peoples messages. At least when they wrote them. It seems most people kept to themselves or maybe just in the IM world.

GothKitty: What is your Unspeakable Fantasy?

Drake632: I was hoping to find out yours. How old are you?

GothKitty: 19. Are you going to tell me? I did ask you first. 

Drake632: OK. I want to have sex with my daughter.

GothKitty: Cool. I like that one. My daddy and I have sex. I like it. How old is she?

Drake632: She is 18. What is your unspeakable desire?

GothKitty: Does she want you? It's kinkier that way, when the daughter wants the father.

GothKitty: I've been fucking my father for a while. My Uncle started playing with me soon after that. His son even just started in on the fun.

GothKitty: I have this friend of mine and she wants her Daddy. I want to be there for the first time. I want to watch as they fuck and suck each other.

Drake632: Wow!

GothKitty: Can I watch the two of you. Can I watch you rape your daughter?

Drake632: If it can be arranged. 

GothKitty: Really that would be so cool. I am trying to get my friend to fuck her father. 

GothKitty: He's cute. I don't think he will go though with it. He is under the delusion that his little girl is sweet and innocent. That's not true. She is such a slut. I would love to watch them fuck.

Drake632: Really? How do you think you can get him to fuck her?

GothKitty: I told him I was going to blackmail him, but I'm not. I want him to want it. I would love to watch though. She is so pretty. Here's a picture of her. It's a bit dirty. She took it herself on her birthday.

Drake632: Thanks. Anyway how did you meet this girl?

GothKitty: I met her in this chat room. She would always enter and just read. Then one day she posted. Teenage Daughter wants to fuck her father what should I do. I responded right away. 

GothKitty: I figure I was close to her age so she would feel more comfortable. Then I told her I was in the same situation. 

GothKitty: I told her I think she should do it. We became online friends. A year went by and I found out we went to the same school.

I checked my mail to see the picture she sent. Oh my God. I couldn't believe what my daughter was doing. She was dressed in barely anything. I started to touch myself. My daughter was so hot. GothKitty's IM took my attention away from the picture. Did she write they went to school together?

GothKitty: It was funny seeing her in school that day. I went up behind her and grabbed her tits and whispered in her ear, so you want to fuck your father. She turned so quickly. 

GothKitty: We looked at each other and laughed. We became best friends. I wouldn't mind fucking her Father either.

Drake632: So what are you doing tonight?

GothKitty: Going out with my friend tonight. We are going shopping.

Drake632: Maybe if you both come home dressed in Catholic school girl outfits, I'll fuck you both"

GothKitty: WHAT? Who is this?

Drake632: This is her Dad. I realized I want her. I want to give her what she wants. I can only do this with your help. Are you sure that she wants this?

GothKitty: ;-). YES, I want it to

Drake632: Good! I'll tell her to be home by nine. Make sure to make her late. Also ask her if you can sleep over.

I jumped off line not even realizing all the IM's of people. I told them all to list me and I'll get back to them. I was going to fuck my daughter and I would tell them the entire story later. 

Chapter 4

So here I was waiting at the table with my robe on. I made myself some soup and tea so my daughter would think I wasn't feeling well. I heard the door open and in walked the two girls. One was my daughter and the other was Katrina. Katrina was a cutie, just as hot as my daughter was even. I wondered if she was GothKitty. It took the two of them a while to realize I was here.

"Oh! Hi Dad. You remember Katrina?"

"Yes, I do. She was the one who made sure that all your gifts were hidden for me. She asked her father if we could leave them at her house. Hello Katrina."

All she did was wave. She looked cute. I figured she couldn't be GothKitty. There is no way she would be able to IM me from school.

"Dad, Katrina met me at school today because we are going out tonight. I was wondering if she could sleep over?" Oh, so it could be her.

"Sure Baby, Just be home by nine. I'm not feeling so well and I don't want to have to stay up waiting for you"

"Great Daddy" she exclaimed. "I am going upstairs to change. Be right down Katrina"

Katrina Just looked at me rather innocently. She smiled a rather seductive smile.

"So" she begins. "Do you want to fuck your daughter Drake." I noticed how she used my screen name. I smiled and stood up as Katrina took a step closer.

"Come here little girl" I reply. Once she got close enough I pulled her to me and stuck a finger down the front of her pants. I could feel her shaved pussy. Very smooth. "So do you want to be raped to little girl. Do you want to get fucked good, you fucking slut." I played with her clit as I talked. Her legs began to buckle. Her voice was weak and unable to be heard. I heard my daughter come down the steps and retreated away. Sitting back down Katrina replied with a yes.

"Have fun kids and be careful."

Crystal gave me a kiss good-bye and Katrina waved with a wicked smile. "I don't think he read it" my daughter whispered as they walked to the door. I listened until they closed the door and cleaned up after myself. I went upstairs into Crystal's room. Her clothes were scattered around. I smiled wondering how I was going to take care of two girls. When an idea instantly formed in my head. It's a shame I would have to wait till six to see if I could get it to work. I decide to jump on line to see what was going on. I began to go to my room when the phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hi. Is this Ashton?"

"Yes, it is. Who's this?"

"This is Remus. Katrina's father. I got home from work early. She left a not stating you would need to talk to me"

It looks like I didn't have to wait till six after all. It was a rather pleasant surprise he called me instead. Katrina really was planning quite a bit.

"I need you to tell me what is going on between you and your daughter?"

"What are you talking about." He replied defensively.

"Listen your daughter and I talked online. I need to hear it from your mouth. Is it true"

"Yes, and you"

"No. I need your help there. Just today I found out that she wants to be raped by a group of guys. She also wants to fuck me. She has wanted me for a while now. Her diary was pretty explicit. Your daughter wants to watch, but I would like to make it as real as possible. Do you think you could help."

"Let me get this straight first. You want me to hold my daughter back while you rape yours. Then you want other guys to fuck the both of them and continue taking turns. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"OK. I am in. When did you want to do this?"

"Tonight. They are at the mall now. I think they are buying something for her graduation next month." 

"OK Ashton. I'll be there. I'll even bring a few guys. See ya later"

I hung up the phone ready to cum in my pants. I had a bit of time before my company would arrive. I went back into my daughter's room and looked through her drawers. I found a nice little sleeping gown. I took it out of her drawer and laid it down on the bed. I pulled my pants down and lay down on her bed next to it. My dick was dripping with pre-cum. I started stroking my dick with the silky material 

of my daughters nightie. I started jerking off thinking of her for the first time. I never thought I would be doing this, especially in her own bed.

Chapter 5

Remus was as good as his word. A few minutes after I cleaned up after myself, he arrived. He also brought his brother Mark and his nephew Matthew. We all discussed what we were going to do. At 8:30 I left a note for my daughter I had to step out for some more medicine and I would be home soon. After that was done we went down stairs. I found out Matthew has been fucking his Mother and wanted to have a gang bang with his cousin for quite some time. Her Uncle Mark however never missed an opportunity to screw his niece. I was the only one there without this type of experience.

I found out that Mark and Matt play rape their Mom from time to time. They even invited me over one time. They figure it would really scare her since she didn't know me. I told them let's get through tonight first. Our talking stopped as soon as we heard the door open. The girl's voices carried down the stairs to where we were hidden.

"Daddy" My daughter cried out. Matt handed out the ski masks we would be wearing. They fit well covering our faces completely. "DAD!" she cried louder. I listened as they walked into the kitchen.

"Crystal. Your dad left a note for you. He wrote that he had to rush out to pick up some medicine. He says we should get ready for bed and go to sleep if he runs late. Go to sleep? Yea write. Hey want to jump on line?"

"Yes, I have to see if my online Daddy got back to me. I only wish my Daddy would act like that."

Then their voices grew softer as they went upstairs. We decided to wait about a half an hour. To make it a bit more realistic we decided to break down the door. With a loud crash we rushed upstairs immediately after. We did our best to make it look like we were searching every room. We got to my daughter's room just as they were opening it. Their stood Katrina shocked. She started to scream. I pulled her out of the room and passed her to her father. I could swear I saw her smile. I rushed in and found my daughter already turning away from the computer. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. The computer screen caught my attention. Here she was typing her rape fantasy out. That made me feel better, not I could do this with a clear conscience 




Dear Diary



The others were already in the room. I quickly closed the IM after mailing it to my e-mail address. I turned off the computer letting it crash promising myself I would make it up to her later. A conversation already started. 

"Lookee here. We have slut night." Matt was saying. He was holding his cousin along with his father. Remus was holding my daughter down on the bed.

"My dad will be home any minute and he'll kick the shit out of all of you."

"I don't think so Bitch. I think you are just a lying whore. Your Daddy probably went out for the night. We've been watching these houses for a while. We didn't expect two young girls here. I guess that was just a bonus"

Katrina was thrashing back and fourth between the two, when all of a sudden her shirt ripped. Her red lace bra showed her off very nicely. My Daughters eyes fell on her friend. Was that excitement on her face? Matt was already undressed and forcing his cousin on her knees. Everything just changed for me then. I reached for my daughter her mouth was already covered by Remus. I pulled my daughters panties down. They were a fire engine red. I threw the thong across the room and began licking between my daughters legs. 

She was bucking wildly. Apparently Remus was holding her down good.

"This whore can really suck dick. Here why don't you have a go?" Matt said to his Father. His Father who was also undressed stuck his dick in her mouth without even letting his son take his out. She had both cocks in her mouth.

"Can you handle this one?" Remus asked apparently wanting a piece of his daughter. She knew about it all and apparently liked the attention. Remus left Crystal on the bed. I was surprised. She didn't run. In fact her hands went to my hair making me eat her out that much deeper. I stuck my finger in between her wet pussy. That's when she tried to run. I snagged her by the arm and held her against the computer desk.

"Is that how it is Bitch? Do you think you can get away from me." My dick was so hard it was aching. As I held her from behind I lowered my pants to allow my dick its freedom. She was bent over and her ass showed beneath her shirt.

"Please don't.... My father..."

"I saw your IM. I know you want it hard. So don't give me that shit. I want you to answer me everything I ask" I stopped paying attention to what the others were doing. I just wanted to stick my daughter with my cock. "First off are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I was relieved at that. I was really going to be her first

"Ever been with a girl?"

"Yes, with her." She motioned over to Katrina. Katrina was really enjoying her self. She now was sitting on top of her father with his dick pumping away at her tender nineteen-year-old pussy. Her cousin had his cock deep in her ass and she was sucking her Uncle's cock like it was melting ice cream.

"Were you planning on saving your virginity for anyone special"

"Yes" Tears were streaking down her face. She was terrified. I looked between her legs though and I actually saw her dripping. She was so wet her body practically begged to be fucked.

"And who would that be?"

She whimpered and I couldn't hear her well

"Well" I asked once more pulling her hair back.

"My Father" she sobbed.

I felt her thigh and rubbed some of her juices off. I brought it under her nose. "Smell this. I think you are ready for some serious ass fucking." I pushed my dick against her pussy lips.

"No Please...."

"I thought you wanted this you fucking cock tease"

"I do, but just by my father"

And with that I shoved my dick in. I knew she was a virgin but if this was truly what she wanted then I was going to give it to her and give it to her good. I pushed my whole dick inside. It felt so tight. I felt juices mingle with blood glide over my dick. I didn't even notice her screaming in pain.

Chapter 6

When I finally realized she was screaming I threw her on the bed and covered her mouth. My weight held her down and my dick slipped inside her. I was still rock hard and wanted to continue fucking her. I took of my mask with my free hand and through it across her room. I then grabbed her head to make her look at me. When she realized it was I she stopped screaming. Her head rested against my face. Then she whispered "Keep fucking me Daddy."

While we were going at it I rolled her on top so she could go the speed she wanted to. Next thing you know Remus worked his way onto the bed. 

"Suck this you fucking cunt" He said. I expected my daughter to flinch but all she did was look who it was, then leaned up by pushing on my chest. She started sucking off Katrina's father while she was fucking me. It seemed like Katrina had a little too much. There was cum all over her. Her eyes were glassy with ecstasy. I watched as Matt came over to the bed. That gave me a close look at Katrina. She was in the midst of getting fisted. I was so excited by fucking my daughter but that put me over the edge. I came between by daughter's legs. She moaned at the feel of my cum gushing inside.

I kept watching Katrina though. Seeing her on all fours fucking her Uncle's Fist. It was so hot. I was new to all this and I liked it. My dick was slowly shrinking between my daughter's legs. I pulled out and let her climb on top of Remus. She started to suck my dick to get me hard again and Matt was ready to plow her ass. I stopped him motioning I had first dibs. Surprisingly my dick got hard pretty quickly.

"How do you like it slut?" Matt asked my daughter 

"It feels good."

"Do you think you could suck two cocks like my cousin"

"I'd like to try."

So here we were with my daughter sitting on top of Remus as he continued to fuck her. Matt positioned himself next to me and stuck his dick in her face. She had one hand around my cock and one around his. Her mouth opened wide. The tips of our dick were at the opening of her mouth. I was so excited, that scared me a little because I was touching his dick with mine. It was too much for my daughter to do. So she just went back and fourth. Katrina was still on the floor fucking her Uncle. Her legs were up in the air this time talking dirty to him. All I heard him say was "remember that first time..." Then my daughter caught my attention.

"Fill me Daddy, fill my ass. I want to be your slut. Fuck your little whore in the ass." I removed myself from next to Matt. He gave me a wicked ass look. I then positioned myself behind her a bit nervous. "It's OK Daddy, Katrina fucks my ass all the time." I was ready to cum again just from hearing that. I place my dick between her ass cheeks. I noticed that she was wet and slippery down there. That would make it easier. As I looked down and placed my hand around my cock it was followed by someone else's hand. Katrina's actually.

"Oh just shove it in the slut" She said.

I looked for her Uncle who was next to his son. My daughter was back again sucking two dicks. My daughter the slut, who would have thought. My dick entered her ass, and it entered hard. She gasped and as she did this the father son team shoved their dicks in her mouth. She swallowed both of them three inches down. Here we were and four cocks in my teenage daughter. Then I felt Katrina's tongue on my ass. She was literally licking my ass and it felt good. Between being in my daughter's ass and her licking mine I was in heaven.

"Fuck me, Fuck me." My daughter kept crying over and over. She was such a good little slut. 

Then Remus cried that he was cumming. It was almost like an avalanche. When Remus started Matt also began and his father soon after. That's when I came. It was just too much, between Katrina's beautiful tongue and being buried in my daughter's beautiful ass. I shot my load deep inside. It seemed that the only two who weren't tired were the girls. Remus, Matt, and Mark sat down on the side of the bed. I sat in the chair. I looked at all the cum that was on her

I watched as Katrina rolled on her back as my daughter started to climb on her face. Her tongue lashed in and out of my daughter's pussy.

"My daddy and your daddy taste so good dripping out of your pussy" Katrina said between breaths.

"Just keep eating me out Katrina. Don't talk."

With that Crystal bent over into a sixty-nine position, with herself being on top, and started eating out her friend. Tongues were pressed against hot pussies. Their breasts continued to press against their chests. These two teenage sluts continued to please each other. I moved my chair closer to them. My daughter was fingering her friend. She had three fingers in between her legs.

"Bite me." She cried out. "Bite my fucking clit you slut"

"Only if you fist fuck me you cum whore" Katrina responded.

I watched as her fist made it's way into her friend. Here was my daughter fisting her best friend as I sat and watched. My dick was growing hard again. I got up from my chair and sat behind my daughter looking and watching as Katrina continued to lick her. She stopped for only a moment to blow me a kiss, and then she started to bite my daughter's clit. I started to feel left out.

Chapter 7

Being behind my daughter and only watching was painful. I started to play with her pussy. I stuck one finger in along with Katrina's two. They were both bucking wildly. I heard Katrina mumble but couldn't make it out. She stuck a third finger in my daughter's pussy. I figured out what she mumbled. She wanted me to fist my own daughter. Why not? I already fucked her. I pulled her fingers out and slammed four of mine in. I continued to fuck her relentlessly with all four when she finally cried out.

"Fist fuck me Daddy. Please stick your whole hand in your little sluts pussy."

Who was I to deny her? I slipped my thump in trying to go-slow. Katrina surprised me and grabbed my wrist and slammed my whole hand in my daughter. She had a quick motion going which I just continued to follow. My whole hand was in her pussy. I noticed more blood. Not as much but she seemed to be enjoying her self. My hand grew wet as she came. My dick wanted to fuck her again so I withdrew my fist. I felt her go limp a bit on top of Katrina. I positioned my self and slammed my dick in her pussy. 

I felt Katrina's tongue go to my balls and she sucked on them very well. I wanted my daughter to feel even more degraded, so I alternated between her ass and pussy. Every so often I would make it in Katrina's mouth.

"Well, you fucking slut. Do you like being Daddy's whore?"

"Yes, I love it Daddy?"

"Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Would you invite some of your school friends over and see how much fun they like"

"Oh God yes Daddy"

I fucked her as I talked to my little slut. My head went back to all those incest stories I read earlier. I also remembered how Matt asked me if I wanted to rape his mother? 

"Would you like to rape another woman with me?"

"Yes, Daddy"

"Should we go over your Grandma's house and see if she is a whore just like you?"

"Can we daddy? Please" She answered with enthusiasm. I guess now I would have to think if I wanted to fuck my own mother.

I kept fucking my daughter when I realized two things. One: Katrina fainted from tonight's ordeal. Two: both my daughter's hands were in her pussy. That brought me to the edge again. I came inside my daughter once more. I pulled out at the very end and aimed some on Katrina's face. My daughter just plopped there fainting away. Once they were unconscious Matt, Mark, and Remus circled them on the bed. They began to jerk off.

"Well, how did you like it" Remus asked me

"It was great. I had a good time."

"This was the best" Matt said, "I hope we can do it again. Oh and anytime you want to fuck my Mom just come on over."

Our conversation was over as they all jerked off over the two girls. I just sat and watched. They were sprayed everywhere. In their hair, on their skin and all over my daughter's bed. Matt took out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of the two degraded girls.

"Here you go. Welcome to the club. Now you can do whatever you like with this but I suggest you scan it and put it online because I want a copy." Matt said.

Matt and his father left leaving Remus and I to clean up the girls. When we were done I helped Remus put Katrina in the car. She didn't want to leave she mumbled. Her father just put her in the car anyway. They drove off and I went back upstairs and carried Crystal into my room. She was still naked. I stripped and laid next to her kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you baby"

I fell asleep right away enjoying that not only did I do what my daughter wanted me to do, but I wanted it to.

Epilogue

I was at work the next day and I explained to my boss I found out my daughter was doing into chat rooms that she shouldn't be. I asked if it would be OK if I stayed in one all day to see if she showed up at all. He asked me which one and told me no problem. So finally at a little after three I notice that TenchiAngel has arrived. I read what she wrote and smiled then I got back to work. The sentence that she wrote scrolled up the screen. 

TenchiAngel: I finally fucked my father.



Dear Diary: A Daddy/Daughter Series



Saturday, November 5, 2005 

Dear Diary, 

It's my birthday today and I just turned eighteen this morning. Daddy says I've gotten to be a big girl but I will always be his little girl no matter what. He gave me this diary because I'd filled up all my old ones over the years. They were all my "little girl" diaries, bright pink with rhinestones on the cover and glitter on the pages. This one was bright red with a heart on the front. Daddy says this will be my big girl diary and that I should write in it everyday. 

My name is Cassie. I'm short and I'm four feet and seven inches tall. I have short red hair and brown eyes, and I'm sort of dumpy. All curves but kind of chubby. I'm a virgin. I've never been kissed by a boy in my life, or a girl. Mommy never wanted to play with me or spend time with me. It was always Daddy who would play with me, tuck me in at night, make my breakfast, my lunch, and my dinner, and kiss me in the morning and night. Whenever I asked Mommy if she would play with me, she told me I was too little to play with her. Then I'd cry and Daddy would pick me up and sit with me until I stopped crying. He'd tell me he loved me and he would take me to my room and play with me and my dolls. I'm too old to play with dolls now but sometimes I do when I'm alone in my room. Sometimes I pretend the boy-doll is Daddy and the girl-doll is me. 

My birthday wasn't too fun. Mommy was out of town with a friend. I knew what that meant. Daddy made me a chocolate cake with white frosting and pink flowers, and wrote on it: Happy Birthday Cassie! And he put eighteen pink candles on my cake. I blew them all out at once. My only wish was that Mommy would tell me she loved me. Daddy and I talked, and ate cake together. Then Daddy took me to my room to tuck me in. I told Daddy I was a big girl and I could tuck myself in, but Daddy said that as long as I lived in his house he would tuck his little girl in. 

He went to my dresser and took out my pink teddy. Daddy told me to take off my clothes. I didn't think there was anything wrong because he was my daddy and it was just the two of us. As I took off my shirt Daddy smiled and licked his lips. It didn't bother me. I'd gotten my breasts a month ago. 38C-cup and I'm a size 12. Daddy said he liked full-figured girls. I took off my bra and then unbuckled my belt and slid off my jeans. Underneath I had on white cotton panties. Then Daddy stood up and I raised my arms for him to slip my teddy over my head but instead Daddy put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. 

"Daddy!" I giggled. 

I tried to pull back but Daddy kept his arm around me. Daddy had always been very strong. 

"No," Daddy said, and kissed my cheek. 

"But Daddy I'm almost naked," I said. 

"I know," Daddy said. 

Then Daddy lifted me in his harms and sat on my bed and put me on his lap. 

He sat there with me, caressing my belly with his large strong hand. 

"You grew up too fast Cassie," Daddy said while he caressed my nipples with the fingers of his right hand, making my nipples hard. 

A sigh escaped my lips. 

"I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to," I said. 

"I know sweetheart, Daddy isn't mad at you," Daddy said and kissed my nipple. 

"Daddy, I'm your little girl... I'm not sure you should be doing that," I said. 

But Daddy didn't answer and began to suck on my hard nipple. 

I couldn't help but moan, I'd never felt anything like this. I wrapped my arms around Daddy's neck to hold him against me. I didn't want him to stop. Daddy kept licking and sucking my nipples, making them hard and wet with his tongue. "Oh Daddy!" I moaned. I was almost thankful Mommy was gone. 

But then, Daddy was the only boy who had ever paid any real attention to me. Daddy was so handsome, and tall, over six feet. 

Daddy bit my nipples, not hard, but hard enough for me to cry out softly. As he did he caressed my back with his hands. Then Daddy stopped. He slipped my teddy over my head and secured it over my breasts and hips. I hated that he stopped but it was very late. I was a little tired. Daddy said even big girls needed to be in bed. 

"Yes Daddy," I said as Daddy laid me in my bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. 

"Good night my angel," Daddy said sweetly, and kissed my forehead, then he added, "Sweet dreams Baby." 

Then Daddy turned off my lights, and closed the door softly behind him. 

I'm not sure if I should write more, because it is already midnight, so I will say good night and write more tomorrow. Good night Diary. XOXO 

Yours, 

Cassie