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The Ultimate Toy

By: Rickyroma



There are times in a mans life when he needs to listen to his inner voice. For example if he is walking down a dark alley and senses he should begin running for safety. But sometimes, just once in a while, a man decides to ignore this inner warning and face the consequences.

James was a fairly average man and had all the normal things in life, and more. He stood an average 5 foot 9 inches and was somewhat muscular. He had been a regular at the local gym ever since high school. James had a way with women. That is to say most of them were very attracted to him.

He had a hard time choosing just one. And when it came to sex, well picking a partner was like picking a flavor of ice cream. But after a long string of broken hearts his latest flame was Mandy, his live in girlfriend. 

Mandy was four years his junior at 24 and quite attractive. Dark jet black hair, big blue eyes, and olive colored skin. She had a hot slender 5 foot 6 inch tall body with long legs and a thin waist. She too had attended the local gym and that is where they met.

Life was good. Mandy had taken a job at the gym recently which gave her a little extra cash and plenty of opportunity to work out. Which she did each and every day. She was an aerobic dance instructor. Her body was in great shape.

Unfortunately for James, she also began learning about James's other female interests. As Mandy began to become friends with other gals at the gym she discovered James was in fact stepping out on her on a regular basis. This infuriated Mandy and also the other gals who had also been used by James. 

She also sensed that perhaps James was even messing around with some of the men. Sometimes men who she knew were gay would walk with James out to the parking lot and they would stand by his car and talk for a long time. She knew they were probably making arrangements to meet somewhere later. She didn't mind if he was bi-sexual, but why did he have to sneak around like that?

Mandy felt things would come to an end with James because she could not trust him any longer. She was not sure how or when things would escalate, but she knew inevitably that they would sooner than later.

James began to notice how the guys at the gym would often stop and visit with Mandy, so he felt maybe Mandy should get a new job somewhere else. He knew sooner or later Mandy would find out he was stepping out on her with other gals at the gym. They had discussed many other employment options when Mandy came across something which interested her.

She found a company that sold sex toys and lingerie in a home party format. James was leery but at the same time felt glad to have her quit her job at the gym, where he was screwing pretty much any chick that showed interest. 

Mandy had thrown her first few home sales parties but sales were dismal. The company provided a mentor she could work with to overcome common obstacles to success for new salespeople. 

Her mentor was a professional looking woman in her early forties. She was very fit and trim. She wore fashionable clothing and expensive jewelry. She either had a breast augmentation or a great natural figure because her breasts seemed a little large for her frame. Not a tall woman at 5' 5" but she had a certain air about her than made her seem very much in control. Perhaps it was the slight British accent. Or maybe the way she held her perfect posture. 

Her name was Kate. But for some reason she asked to be called by the title "Mentor". Calling her "Mentor" seemed off putting at first but the social distance proved to be an advantage in her chosen line of work.

Mandy's mentor suggested providing a male ice sculpture to add some spice to the obvious conversations that typically come up with the ladies, and to enhance the sexual mood. This intrigued Mandy, and she began looking into it.

Mandy found that the cost for the ice sculpture was too far out of reach. She decided to ask James for the money. After all , he was the one who insisted she find some other way to make money than work at the gym. James came home from the gym in good spirits. 

"James I have decided I need to get an ice sculpture for the next party and it sounds like it will cost about $400 dollars. What do you think?" Mandy asked knowing it might be a problem.

"Holy cow Mandy! That's allot of money. Can't we think of some other way to get your party in the mood? I mean if it would help, maybe I could model for you or something," James responded obviously overconfident in his appearance.

Mandy's eyes lit up and she thought to herself for a minute, "James standing naked in the middle of the room with all the women looking on at him? That would certainly put them in a sexy mood. But then how could they talk about the toys with him just standing there?"

Then she remarked back to James, "I don't think the gals would want to speak freely if a real man was within ear shot though. We would have to make your body accessible to view but somehow remove you from the conversation. Maybe we could use some ear plugs?"

James threw his gym clothes off and walked towards the shower. "Well whatever it takes, I'm not coughing up $400 for a chunk of ice. Just let me know what I have to do," James responded in a half interested tone as he hopped in the shower.

Mandy watched him in the shower. He was an attractive man. He had nice muscles and a real cute bubble butt. That was her favorite part of his body, of any male body really. She just liked to grab it, spank it, rub lotion on it, and bite it. 

Other gals at the gym had also commented on how cute his butt was. That made her think. How could she have James's cute butt exposed like a sculpture in the room during the party in such a way to prevent him from being part of the conversation?

She looked around the living room of their apartment. There was a opening from the living room to the kitchen over the sink that had a Formica counter. She wondered if she could have him lean over that counter so his head and neck were in the kitchen kind of over the sink, but the rest of his wonderful body were left posing in the living room. 

She could simply construct a pillory style stockade that would go around his neck and wrists and that would fit in the opening to the kitchen.

Mandy was ecstatic about the idea. She grabbed a sketch pad and began drawing the pillory. It would need to rest on the counter top and be made slightly larger than the opening so that it could not be pulled through the opening from the kitchen side. That would hold it in place.

She got slightly wet in the crotch just imagining James's body in that position. She could just turn on the TV in the kitchen and he could take in a football game while standing in pose for her party. She called her mentor and explained her new idea.

"Do you think James will do it? I mean sometimes parties last for a hour or more. That is a long time to stand with your neck in a pillory," her mentor questioned.

"Well he said he would do whatever I asked. And he has a pretty cute butt. Some of the gals at the gym have even commented on it," Mandy replied with surety.

"Maybe the thing to do is invite the gals at the gym. Go ahead and tell them it will be James that is posing. It will help generate the attendance you are looking for. Remember, attendance means sales. Just one more thing dear, would you mind if I came to this one? I have some new toys that might work well in this scenario," her mentor asked with a hint of playful sexuality welling in her voice.

"Of course you can!" Mandy replied. She looked over at James who was still showering. "What kinds of toys do you mean exactly," she asked.

"Oh nothing too crazy. Lets just say if James really has a cute bottom you will sell more than you ever have before. I will plan to be there then," Her mentor suggested coyly. 

James came out of the shower. "Honey if you pose for my party would you mind if we went with a dungeon theme? I mean could we dress you in black leather and have you pose as a slave?" Mandy asked in a matter of fact way.

"Slave?! What kind of party is this anyway?" James responded quizzingly.

"You said you wanted to help me. Besides it will be fun. Trust me. We will put that cute butt of yours to good use for once!" Mandy joked as she pinched his butt while he was bent over putting on his trousers.

"Ok fine, just make sure I don't have to be part of the discussion. The last thing I need is to listen to a bunch of fat chicks talk about their vaginas," James concluded.

Mandy took her sketch to a high school friend named Sheila who's dad had some woodworking equipment in their garage. Sheila was a fiery redhead with lots of personality. Mandy and her were always the kind of friends who could confide in each other about almost anything. 

Sheila was about 5' 2" and had the body of a gymnast, a tight round ample bottom, strong thighs and nice high firm breasts with huge silver dollar sized bright pink nipples. Mandy saw them a few times in the locker room and always knew the boys must go wild for those huge strawberry nipples. They jutted straight out just begging to be sucked. 

Once, Sheila caught Mandy looking directly at them. At the time Sheila quickly covered herself with a towel then just giggled and said, "Honey you are some kind of horny, we need to find a way to get you off." Ever since then, Mandy had wondered what she meant by that exactly.

However, the most amazing thing about Sheila was her bottom. Her muscular little body had a perfectly heart shaped bottom, it was perfectly round from every angle. 

One time when they were just seniors in high school Mandy was spending the night. It was late and they were watching TV at Sheila's house. Sheila was laying on the floor on her tummy with her face propped up on her elbows and her legs spread comfortably apart. She was wearing only a t shirt and panties.

Mandy was sitting leaned up on the couch behind her. From that vantage point she could see Sheila's butt cheeks nearly exposed as the panties barely covered the ample round cheeks. 

Buying clothes to fit that anything but average body was always a challenge. Buying the right waist size meant there was not enough material to adequately cover those spectacular cheeks. So most of the time Sheila's panties and swim suits left a good third of her alabaster bottom exposed. 

Mandy could not concentrate on the TV show because she was fixated on that perfect apple bottom and the way those panties framed those lovely perfectly round buns. 

Sheila looked back and saw her staring at her bottom. So she thrust her ass in the air slowly and came back down. Mandy's eyes widened. Sheila did it a second time even more suggestively. Mandy then looked up at Sheila's face surprised to see her looking at her and began to blush.

Sheila just giggled and smacked her bottom with her open hand and said, "Like what you see sweety? Don't be embarrassed, my own mom pinches my butt all the time. I was just blessed with an attractive tushy." 

Sheila whispered, "Whenever I even sneezed... my mom checked my temperature with a rectal thermometer until I was almost 12 years old. I have to admit sometimes it was kind of a kinky turn on for me. I think she stopped when I accidentally moaned one time."


Mandy just smiled and did not say anything. For years after that she had wished she had said something clever, or wished she had the nerve to offer to take her temperature like her mommy did, or something like that. Anything to get her hands on that cute little tush.

Sheila was always the daring one in high school. Mandy knew she would help her build the pillory. Sheila of course had to be invited to the party to see her craftsmanship put to use after Mandy explained what she was doing. The whole idea peaked Sheila's interest quite a bit.

They took some left over scraps of wood, some plywood and two by fours and put a pretty realistic pillory together. It was heavy looking. It had a bottom half and a top half with three holes, one for the neck in the middle and one on each side for the wrists. The two halves were joined by a big hinge at one end and a hasp at the other. 

Mandy had Sheila put her neck and wrists in the contraption to make sure it would work. Sheila stood bent over slightly with her neck and wrists immobilized. Mandy walked around Sheila and checked to see that everything on the pillory fit together. Sheila spread her legs apart to lower her body a little. Mandy saw Sheila squirming to get comfortable.

Mandy looked at that perfect set of buns. As Sheila continued to position herself. Mandy was holding a yard stick and she couldn't help but swat Sheila on her perched out bottom. She smacked her three or four times vigorously saying jokingly, "James has no idea what he might be in for!"

Then she came around to the front and Sheila was actually blushing from the swats to her behind. Mandy felt nervous wishing maybe she had not spanked her now. She tried to think of something clever to say. 

"I don't know if I should let you out of this thing. I have always thought if I were a lesbian I could have some fun with your cute little body," Mandy joked as she unlocked the contraption. Trying to sound as if the swats meant very little.

Sheila blushed even more as she stood rubbing her sore bottom. She needed to say something during this awkward moment, "Well the pillory really puts a person in the right position for a spanking, I think we have proven that. I have to admit, it is kind of kinky being locked up in that thing." 

Sheila was feeling a buzzing in her pussy from the spanking, and from the exposed helpless position the pillory placed her in. In a way she kind of wished the spanking had continued.

They stained the pillory a dark color. It looked almost scary. Mandy began to wonder if James would really go through with it. While it was drying they went to a motorcycle store together. They found a clearance rack which had all kinds of leather jackets and pants.

Sheila found some chaps and put them on. "What do you think?" Sheila asked, turning her bottom towards Mandy and looking over her shoulder at her coyly. Sheila knew how much Mandy liked her tush. She would catch her looking at it all the time. She loved to tease her with it. 

"Wow I think those will look amazingly sexy with nothing else on. And they might look good on James too," Mandy responded with an obvious innuendo about how she would like to see Sheila in nothing but the chaps. They both giggled as they purchased the chaps for an amazing $14.99. "We need to get out and shop together more often," giggled Sheila.

Mandy passed out invitations to all the gals at the gym, her past customers and a few new contacts from a monthly list of internet leads provided by her mentor. 

Her invitation claimed a male slave would be on display in stocks and that his cute butt would be facing the party to admire for the duration of the evening. She forgot to tell the gals at the gym the model would be James, she just kept that to herself.

The night finally came. Mandy's mentor showed up first. She had several boxes of merchandise. They arranged the room putting the folding chairs in a semi circle facing the opening to the kitchen.

Then Sheila showed up with the pillory and the chaps. She adjusted the pillory into the opening from the living room to the kitchen. "I think this would hold an 800 pound gorilla if it needed to," remarked Sheila.

The mentor came over and inspected the pillory touching the holes to feel how smooth they were. "We should be using something like this at every party! There is always some one who might be willing to put their neck on the line with enough encouragement," she said winking at Sheila, "Dear we should talk later. Maybe I could purchase a few of these for my other sales professionals."

James came home from the gym. "Woah, that's allot of chairs. What the heck is this thing," James pointed to the pillory with a confused look on his face.

"It's for you dear. I had Sheila help me make it. You will put your head and wrists in it to pose for us. That way your head will be in the kitchen. You wont have to listen to the fat chicks talk about their vaginas. And you can just watch a football game. I put your wrists in there too so you can hold the remote," Mandy explained in her cute but imposing voice.

"Good job Sheila. Mandy you think of everything don't you. I'm going to hop in the shower. What do you chicks want me to wear for this thing?" James asked leaning in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Here just put this on and we will take care of the rest," Mandy said handing him the black leather chaps.

"Just this? Don't I get to wear at least some underpants or something?" James asked somewhat surprised.

"Welcome to the world of male modeling. At least it doesn't cost $400 and plus if your face turns red from embarrassment no one else will see dear," Mandy's mentor spoke authoritatively. 

James just smiled and went into the bedroom with the chaps closing the door behind him. As he showered a tiny warning ebbed in his mind for just an instant. But he quickly dismissed it looking forward to showing off his muscular body to a room full of horny women. 

"Mandy dear he does have a cute butt. Maybe though we should rub some baby oil on his skin just to heighten the sexuality. And dim the lights just a tad. What do you think?" suggested her mentor.

"I think that would be perfect. And we could turn on some gentle music too," Mandy added.

They continued setting things up arranging the toy displays. Mandy's mentor opened the boxes she had brought. She pulled out what looked like a thick pair of panties with a big plastic base on the front.

"What is that?" Mandy asked in a surprised voice.

"Well dear it is what a woman wears to pretend she has a penis. All the toys are designed to be secured to this base. If a woman wanted to fuck another woman, as a man would, this is what she would use. The great part is that any size toy she wishes can be attached here. And best of all, it stays hard all night long," she responded jokingly.

Sheila gasped as she picked up and held what looked like an enormous horse cock and held it up to the panties. "Oh my, this is incredible," Sheila whispered to herself quietly. 

"Wow that seems kind of kinky. Wearing panties with a penis. Do women really do it?" Mandy questioned with amazement.

"Absolutely! And they derive great satisfaction from it. Look inside at the plastic base where the toys attach. See there are small bumps which stimulate the clitoris of the female wearing the device with each thrust," the mentor explained.

"Have you ever used one?" asked Sheila in total amazement as she ran her fingers over the bumps.

"I have one myself. I have used it occasionally at sales parties to demonstrate the effect when requested by a customer who is comfortable becoming that intimate," the mentor explained.

"But I thought we were never supposed to allow customers to use the merchandise during a sales party?" questioned Mandy.

"That's true. But once they have purchased a product it is no longer ours. If a party goes in that direction, it is really up to the sales professional as to what limits they place on the party once the sales portion is completed," explained the mentor. 


"So like how many times have you fucked another woman using yours outside of just a sales party?" asked Sheila.

"Well dear, surprisingly most women use it to fuck their husbands in the ass. You would be surprised how many men actually enjoy that. Most are afraid to ask their wives to do it because they fear the wife might assume they are gay or something. In reality, all men have a prostate. And it is the organ which produces orgasm for them. The anus is simply the best way to reach it," Her mentor explained in an almost clinical matter of fact way.


The Ultimate Toy



"So you fuck your husband in the ass with it?" Sheila questioned still amazed by the whole idea of the device. "Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass with it?"

"Yes my husband really enjoys a good screwing in the ass once in a while. And yes, although anal is sort of taboo I have found many women do have the most intense orgasms when I fuck them that way," The mentor explained smiling at Sheila. 

Mandy was totally turned on by the thought of fucking James in the ass. She held up the device and looked at it. She looked at all the toys in the room set up for display and then pointed to the horse cock Sheila was holding and asked, "So a woman could fuck a man in the ass with something like this?"

"This is perhaps larger than most men would enjoy, unless... well never mind," the mentor stopped short.

"What? What were you going to say?" quizzed Mandy.

The mentor continued, "Well unless they have had experience being fucked in the ass. This particular toy takes a little work to get in, but it has the right shape and flexibility to reach the prostate and rub things the right way deep inside the male rectum," She continued to inform Mandy.

A knock at the door cut the conversation short. Mandy opened the door. "Hello come inside. We are still getting things set up. Take a seat it will only be a few minutes before the other guests arrive," Mandy said as she motioned for the woman to sit. She was one of the gals from the gym. The woman blushed a little at the sight of all the toys. 

"Sorry, we usually start with the items covered up. You are getting a chance to see them all at once like this," Mandy apologized. I had better go get the model ready now," Mandy said as she slipped into the bedroom.

James was drying off with a towel. "Hurry honey, the women are starting to show up. Oh, and I need to oil up your muscles here stand up with your arms and legs out," Mandy said in a rushed tone.

"Hey this thing isn't going to get out of hand is it? I mean you wont let these gals pinch my ass or anything will you?" James quizingly asked.

Mandy began rubbing oil up each leg and then ran her hand between his gorgeous ass cheeks right up to his puckered anus. 

"Well if you do feel anything it will be me. So just go with it. Remember tonight is all about sales and we will have your tush to thank for it. Quick put the chaps on!" Mandy said as she continued to rub oil on his back and shoulders.

Mandy walked him through the living room. James looked at the woman from the gym and stopped short. "Gina what are you doing here?!" James questioned somewhat confused. 

"Fancy seeing you here James. And from the looks of it we will be seeing you all night. Nothing I haven't seen before," Gina said in a condescending voice as if to admit she was upset at James for taking advantage of her.

Mandy pulled James around the chairs to the opening. "Here lean your elbows on the counter while I go around to the kitchen," Mandy instructed.

She went into the kitchen and placed the wooden pillory under his neck. "Here put your wrists up here," she instructed in a sweet unaffected somewhat sexual way. She placed the top piece over his neck to complete the pillory. Then she closed the hasp to hold everything in place. James was now totally isolated from the living room with the pillory closing off the opening between the two rooms entirely.

"Here honey, here is the remote control. Remember to stand like a stud with your cute butt perched out for us to admire. If you need me just raise your foot and shake it a little I promise to come right away," Mandy instructed as she looked at James's somewhat embarrassed face against the dark wood. 

"Mandy that gal Gina, she means nothing to me. Really, she just has the hots for me or something," James tried to smooth over the uncomfortable encounter.

"James, I have invited all the women from the gym. I don't know if they will all be coming or not. Don't worry though they probably wont recognize you... well unless they have seen you naked," Mandy snided obviously upset.

"Oh here, now that you are all secure and tidy lets do one more thing to help you enjoy the night all that much more," Mandy said as she picked up a small tangerine and shoved it into James's mouth. 

She took a dishtowel and rolled it up lengthwise and tied the tangerine firmly in place. She took the remote from his hand and pressed the scan button and placed it just beyond his reach. The channel would change automatically every 15 seconds... all night long. 

James had a look of panic as she walked slowly away from him towards the kitchen door. She winked at him and blew a kiss, staring at him intensely while she slowly closed the kitchen door.

James knew he had made a huge mistake. This was not going to end well for him. He went trough the list of women he had nailed at the gym. His mind was spinning.

When Mandy rounded the corner to the living room both her mentor and the other women were found staring at James's butt. Mandy looked over at him. It was amazing seeing his naked well oiled buns protruding out of the chaps. He looked amazing in that position. 

There he stood nearly nude with his skin all shiny from the oil. His muscles had nice shapes. His muscular legs stood two feet or so away from the wall and his torso bent forward so his neck would line up with the hole in the dark wood pillory. They could hear the channels changing on the TV.

"See that proves he is all man isn't he? Even standing nearly naked in a pillory he can't watch one channel for more than 15 seconds," Mandy joked winking at Gina. They all laughed. Mandy and her mentor carefully placed a linen cloth over the toy displays.

Other women began to arrive. Slowly the room filled. Each woman gasped at the sight of this male slave on display. Without fail their chins would drop and no noise would come out as if to say, "oh my... what a hunk!" 

Somehow, without the annoying cocky face, James took on a Greek God dimension. His body by itself was a delectable treat. The black leather chaps accentuated his perfect ass.

And the pillory added the illusion of unbridled anonymous access to this near perfect well oiled male body only a few feet away from the chairs. 

Dare say, had any of the women been left alone by themselves in the room each would have not been able to resist at least giving that rump a gentle pat or something. 

Mandy nervously started the meeting, "Ladies thank you for coming to my party. As you can see we have afforded only the best of luxuries as we discuss this taboo topic of sexuality." 

She pointed to James in all his glory as she continued, "I can assure you the model can not hear a word of our secret conversations, as he is busy watching TV." All the women chuckled.

"Here are clipboards with a pen. Each clipboard has a list with a checkbox next to each description. As I show each toy and describe it's use please check the box if you would like to order one, " Mandy instructed 

One by one, Mandy pulled each toy out from under the linen and carefully described the use. There were every shape and size imaginable. Everything from a short slender butt plug to the enormous life like black horse cock Sheila had looked at. 

It was fifteen inches long and three inches in girth with a head the size of a man's tightly clinched fist. The women were squirming in their seats and the actual odor of sexuality filled the room. Then Mandy's mentor took over. 

"Now ladies we have a more intense group of toys which are not for the feint of heart. Is everyone up for it?" She asked. 

The women all looked around at each other and nodded. The Mentor slowly pulled out the thick black leather panties with the hard plastic base. She handed them to Mandy. "Here Mandy put these on so we can show the ladies," the mentor said in an insistent but pleasant tone.

Mandy blushed and slipped into the bedroom. Her mind was spinning. She wondered if her mentor was hinting at actually fucking James in front of this group of sexually aroused women? 

He certainly deserved it. She quickly pulled off her skirt and panties, stepped into the device and pulled it up. It felt secure and fit perfectly.

Mandy came back into the room The women gasped. Mandy walked over to her mentor not sure what to do next. "Remove your blouse but keep your bra on," the mentor instructed Mandy. Slowly Mandy unbuttoned her blouse. It had a sort of strip tease effect on the women.

Her mentor picked up a slender smooth bright pink toy about an inch in diameter and about seven inches long. She fastened the toy to the base and then pulled on it moving Mandy forward a few steps. 

She winked at Mandy and gave the dildo a few hard tugs. "See ladies, the dildo is firmly attached and locked in position, " the mentor explained.

Mandy felt the bumps inside the panties rub her clitoris when the mentor tugged on the dildo. It made her pussy damp. She knew the mentor had done this to get her going. 

The mentor stood up and walked over to James. "This is the night when the tables are turned, who would like to see Mandy slide this pink dildo into the model's ass?" she asked. 

All the women raised their hands. The mentor looked into Mandy's eyes. Mandy smiled a very naughty smile.

"Gather closely around Ladies," The mentor instructed. The women all left their chairs and sat on the floor in a semi circle around James, who was quite unaware of what was about to happen next. 

The mentor removed a jar of lube from her bag and smeared some onto the pink dildo, deliberately moving the dildo up and down pretending to be concerned that the lube cover the entire dildo. 

This drove the little bumps inside the panties up and down Mandy's clitoris. Mandy blushed as the mentor looked at her and winked.

The mentor kneeled behind James. She slowly stroked the insides of James's thighs. She bent over and kissed his ass cheek. James twitched a little but stood calmly.

The mentor swiftly ran her lubricated middle finger between James's ass cheeks right up to his anus. Surprisingly he remained still, very still. 

Mandy knew how confused James must be. But she did nothing to stop what was going on.

Pulling one ass cheek to the side the mentor quickly shoved her finger rudely up into James's ass. A quiet moan could be heard from the kitchen over the noise of the TV. 

The mentor rubbed James's ass with her free hand and began to fuck her finger forcefully in and out of his anus. "They call this foreplay," the mentor said jokingly. All the women chuckled.

Mandy wondered what James was experiencing. She waited to see his foot raise and wiggle but it did not. Instead his ass actually began to thrust back to take more of the mentor's finger. 

A bulge began to grow in the front of the chaps. The mentor motioned for another woman to remove the chaps. Mandy nodded. 

James spread his legs apart as he felt the chaps come off. His penis bobbed up and down as the mentor's finger dug rudely twisting and turning in and out of his anus.

A woman stood and asked if she could suck the model's penis. Mandy was not sure what to do. The mentor pulled her half bent finger out abruptly and swatted James's ass hard making James jerk out of surprise. "Ladies, lets not go crazy. The night is young," said the mentor. 

The mentor looked at Mandy as she explained, "There is a whole room full of toys here. If it is alright with Mandy, any woman who would like to purchase a strap on panty and one of the toys may fuck the model." 

The women gasped in excitement. Gina got an evil look on her face. So did several others.

Mandy blushed a little. She could see that James was enjoying the finger in his ass. "Yes that would be fine. Any woman who purchases a strap on panty and toy is welcome to fuck the model," Mandy said not believing she was actually saying it!

"Each woman in line will begin by sucking the model's penis, then taking a position to fuck his ass while the next in line sucks his penis and so on. 

Mandy will begin the process. That way each woman will have the chance to suck the model and then to fuck the model. Sort of a love then hate relationship." The mentor joked.

The mentor looked towards Mandy. Mandy thought of the money they would earn. She remembered telling James tonight was about selling. 

Plus she knew the relationship was close to ending, and she was still furious about the obvious lack of fidelity James had clearly demonstrated. She nodded her head yes with a very naughty demeanor. 

The women giggled with delight each grabbing a strap on panty and toy and forming a line behind James. 

"Women, lets have you change the order of the line by the size of your toy, smallest toy first largest toy last. We don't want to hurt the model," the mentor instructed. 

"Well at least not much at first," she whispered in a dominatrix sexual voice to herself while running her hand down James's back side down between his ass cheeks to his balls where she cupped her hand and gave an authoritative squeeze.

Meanwhile on the other side of the wall isolated from all the discussion James's mind was reeling. His anus was quivering from the finger fucking he assumed Mandy had given him. 

He imagined it was her that was cupping and firmly squeezing his balls. He felt he deserved a little humiliation after what took place with Gina earlier in the evening.

He wondered who else was in the room now. How many of the women he had screwed at the gym were sitting there steaming mad realizing it was Mandy that was living with him. 

Then he realized all the boxes of sex toys which were also there. Surely Mandy would not allow anything to get out of hand. He felt ill in the pit of his stomach.

He decided to let Mandy have her fun getting even with him. He assumed she would be sticking a butt plug up his ass and maybe a few other odd toys, just to reinforce to the other gals that he belonged to her. He decided he could handle that. 

"Ok dear lets get ready for the initial loss of anal virginity. Go ahead and suck the loverboy for a few minutes while I loosen him up a bit more. I will give you the signal when he is ready to have the toy up his ass," her mentor instructed. 

Mandy situated herself to suck James bobbing cock. She cupped her hand around James balls and slid her expert mouth down over the penis right to the hilt. She began sliding her mouth up and down slowly. 

The mentor instructed the ladies, "Gather round ladies you need to see how to open a mans anus. They are a different animal. They like things to progress quickly and with vigor!"

The women stood up and gathered around James. "Start with one finger as you have seen. Then once it is lubed up go right on to the second finger. The first finger is just for lube," the mentor instructed. "After two fingers will twist easily go right on to the third finger. Then check for a slight gape. I will demonstrate now," the mentor said in an almost clinical tone.

The mentor stood behind James and squirted more lube onto her fingers. She roughly shoved two fingers up his corn hole. She twisted them rudely and shoved in deeper swatting his ass hard several times.

The mentor twisted violently from side to side as far as her wrist would let her. "This particular man is experienced at anal sex and seems able to dilate rather easily. He is a regular at taking it up the ass which is a good thing considering what we are about to give him," she said as she patted his ass gingerly. "See how he bucks to take me deeper? Yes this man is no stranger to anal play he is quite enjoying this process." 

She continued to instruct giving tips as she violently and relentlessly shoved a third finger inside his ass eliciting an audible moan from the kitchen, and prompting James to perch his ass even higher. "If you will notice his ass perches up indicating he is enjoying what I am doing. If a man ever turns his hips in and clenches his cheeks together that means we need to slow things just a tiny bit. Or maybe not!" she said jokingly as she swatted his now reddening ass four or five times quickly.

The mentor grabbed one of James's ass cheeks and pulled it to one side to expose his anus. Then she abruptly pulled the three fingers out with s slurp. 

"There, see when the anus stays open for an instant or two then it is warmed up. It is not as delicate as a woman's anus. You have to be forceful to get the man to really relax," she said as she shoved the three glistening fingers right back in, twisted around, and pulled them right back out showing the slight gape yet again. 

"Mandy dear, I think he is ready now, "she said tapping Mandy gently.

Mandy stood up from sucking his penis wiping her swollen lips. The next woman in line eagerly climbed down in front of James and guided his now throbbing cock into her mouth.

Mandy stood behind James and began rubbing the toy between his ass cheeks. The mentor pulled his anus open with her fingers to expose the slight gape. "Relax!" she commanded swatting him three times quite hard. His anus actually peeked open a tiny bit.

She gripped the toy and placed the tip on his anus. "Honestly, now that he is warmed up the best thing to do is just simply drive the toy home. No sense in being gingerly about it, fucking is dirty business, fuck the toy all the way in like you mean business," the mentor instructed. 

Mandy's hands grasped his hips and in an instant she shoved the whole toy right up his ass. No mercy from a scorned woman. 

James's whole body tensed. Partly because of how deeply she pushed the long slender toy into his rectum and partly because he knew now for certain more than one person was working on him. His mind reeled at the possibilities of what might happen next.

Mandy fucked him hard. The small bumps in the panties rubbed against her clit with each thrust. She moaned as she fucked. 

The mentor reached around Mandy from behind and placed her hands on Mandy's breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. Mandy came. She had a satisfying orgasm and then pulled the pink toy out of James's raw anus which was gaping and convulsing.

"Wow, that really is a different kind of orgasm!" Mandy said in a weak but sexy voice. "I have never felt so powerful. Having a penis for a night is not such a bad thing."

The woman who had been sucking James's penis now stood up and positioned her slightly larger dildo at James's slackened anus. 

The next woman in line dropped down to suck his penis. The women were becoming exited to take their turn fucking the male model in the ass. They were all feeling their oats with their new found penises.

The mentor applied lube to the new larger dildo poised to violate James. Once the woman sucking began to get a rhythm going, the mentor pried James's anus with her fingers and whispered to the woman, "remember simply drive the toy home. No sense in being gingerly about it, fucking is dirty business, fuck the toy all the way in like you mean business!"

With that the woman shoved the dildo right up James's ass to the hilt. James instantly shot his load into the woman's mouth who was sucking his penis. 

She promptly swallowed moaning at the waves of semen which never seemed to stop, trying hard not to let any spill from the sides of her lips.

After James finished the woman pulled her mouth free and asked the mentor, "what should we do now, he's finished?"

"Just keep sucking until it is your turn to fuck him. The sucking is really more for you than it is for him. Remember, he is the slave tonight. This is your turn to have pleasure. Don't worry, he will still enjoy the sucking. He will have several orgasms before we are done dear," the mentor explained.

Mandy stood watching the almost brutal fucking James was getting. She began to worry if he was going to be able to handle the line of women waiting their turn. Some of them had selected fairly large toys to attach to their special panties. 




The Ultimate Toy



Gina had selected the fifteen inch horse cock, she stood at the back of the line waving the cock around holding it with two hands, thrusting her hips and saying, "who's your daddy, who's your daddy you big piece of shit. I'm getting even tonight baby!" 

The horse cock was an expensive toy. It cost over a hundred dollars and she had every intention of shoving it up his ass for revenge. "How can I blame her?" Mandy thought to herself, "He is such a letch. I need to be done with him too."

While the line of women hooted and hollered, Mandy excused herself and went into the hall near the kitchen door. She put her ear to the door. She could hear James breathing hard. 

Just then she felt a soft warm touch on her arm. She turned and Sheila was standing there next to her pressing one of her strawberry nipples into Mandy's arm. 

She had removed her clothes and was wearing only the leather chaps. She reached her dainty hands up and held Mandy's face and pressed her lips onto Mandy's. Mandy's hands slowly touched Sheila's breasts, her finger tips feeling those strawberry nipples for the first time. They were hard as stones and warm to the touch.

Then Mandy moved her hands down Sheila's waist around to her tight round ample ass left bare by the black leather chaps. 

Sheila moaned and pushed her tongue into Mandy's warm mouth. Mandy cupped Sheila's ass cheeks squeezing them gently, caressing them lovingly. 

They kissed for a minute longer. Then Sheila pulled her face back and whispered into Mandy's ear, "I want you to fuck me in the ass. I'm sooo hot right now! I can't believe I'm asking you to do this. But I felt so turned on when I saw you fucking James. Please fuck me in the ass, I'm begging you, please!" 

Mandy looked into Sheila's half closed eyes. "Ok, but let me check on James. I'm worried maybe things are going too far," Mandy said in a nervous voice, "Lets just check on him real quick."

Mandy opened the kitchen door. James looked up at the two of them in total surprise, his eyes wide open. His face was beat red and drops of sweat ran down his forehead. 

Juice from the tangerine had run down the sides of his mouth. He had tried to chew the fruit but it had only made a bigger mess. His head was moving forward rhythmically from the thrusts being dealt to his ass.

"James sweetie, by now you can tell all the women in the room plan to fuck you in the ass tonight. I had not planned on this but now that it is underway I'm not sure I can stop it," Mandy explained pretending to be concerned.

"Something else I think you should know James, I think we should break up. I am very angry at you for cheating around having sex with anyone that has a heartbeat, as if our relationship means nothing to you! I'm better than that! I deserve a better relationship with someone else!" Mandy lectured, knowing full well that James's mind could not possibly comprehend with everything going on in his ass.

Sheila snuggled up to Mandy kissing the back of her neck and blowing in her ear as Mandy continued to speak to James.

"I was the first woman to fuck your ass tonight. Although it seems as if perhaps you have experience taking a penis there. If gay sex is your thing that is fine, but goofing around behind my back with men is still cheating. I would have fucked your ass for you. As it turns out I quite enjoy delivering a good ass fuck, I never realized it until tonight, " Mandy lectured.

Mandy continued in a now angered voice, "I hope you are happy now you big sack of shit. You had better take what these women are dishing out with no fuss. Right now only Gina recognizes you, and trust me you will know when she takes her turn fucking your ass."

James's eyes got a concerned look at that statement.

"I want to untie your gag so you can breathe, if you so much as peep I will open this kitchen door and reveal your identity to all the other ladies from the gym. If that happens, you may not survive," Mandy bargained.

James nodded his head up and down. Mandy untied and removed the towel and the tangerine. "Mandy, that Gina is a crazy lunatic, she tried to kill me, she tried to run me over with her car!" James whispered insistently.

"Why, what did you do to her?" Mandy asked.

James spoke with his head bobbing to the rhythm of the fucking he was currently getting, "I told her I wanted to marry her just to get a chance to fuck her for a while, then I told her it was off. And she has been psycho pissed off ever since!" 

"Well James... it sounds like you may be getting what you deserve then you big sack of turd," Sheila piped up in her little girl voice.

James began to moan a little. Then the looks on his face contorted a little. He was having an orgasm. 

"So you might actually be enjoying this train you are pulling?" Mandy asked.

James lowered his head to rest for a minute breathing heavily. Then he raised his head and whispered, "OK so I'm a fag. So what? I've had three orgasms. I think my balls are going to shrivel up and fall off."

"What about your ass dear?" Sheila asked. 

James whispered, "How many more are there?"

"About six I think, then Gina. But that is if each gal only fucks you one time. The great thing about these toys is that they can go all night sweetie," Mandy said jokingly. "Remember our deal, no fuss or I open the door and let the real fun begin!"

James nodded and then lowered his bouncing head.

"I have one more request for you dear. I am going to fuck Sheila in the ass. I have decided we will do it right here in front of you. So you can see what you could have had on a regular basis had you just been honest and trusting. But first I need to clean off this dildo," Mandy whispered knowing now how much James obviously enjoyed getting his ass fucked.

Mandy unconnected the bright pink toy which most recently had been buried deep in his ass and slid the tip of the toy into James's mouth. "Lick it clean you sack of turd," Mandy commanded. 

Sheila giggled standing behind Mandy pressing her breasts into Mandy's back and hiding her head in the crook of Mandy's neck.

James licked the toy as Mandy slid it in and out of his mouth. Then she felt a wave of anger and slid it in deep enough to gag James and make him struggle just a little. "That's it sweety take your medicine," She chided.

Mandy turned on the faucet and washed the toy with soap and hot water. She looked at Sheila and smiled a naughty smile holding it under the faucet.

"These toys can be warmed under the tap before use, and they will retain their heat for hours. I think you will like it hot. I can't wait to slide this up your cute little tush. Are you still up for it?"

Sheila quivered and pressed herself closer to Mandy and whispered, "Please fuck me hard just like you fucked James. I want to be fucked hard. And I want you to reach around and squeeze my tits while you fuck me. I feel so horny right now Mandy, I can't explain it. I just want that thing in my ass!"

Mandy left the toy in the sink under the stream of warm water, while she positioned Sheila, she leaned Sheila over the kitchen table with her legs spread apart and resting on her elbows. She made sure James could see a good view from the back and to the side slightly. 

Sheila's cute firm round creamy white ass protruded perfectly out of the black leather chaps, it was a sight to behold and it was getting Mandy excited. Sheila's firm ample breasts hung beneath her and those strawberry nipples barely touched the cool surface of the table.  

Mandy opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a towel and a small glass bottle of expensive looking extra virgin pressed olive oil. "Lets get you a bit relaxed before the fucking begins," Mandy whispered with a very naughty smile.

Mandy poured some olive oil into her hand and set the bottle down. She rubbed her hands together and then placed them on Sheila's upturned and willing bottom. Sheila moaned, "Oh Mandy that feels sooo good. Stick your fingers in my ass like your mentor did to James, do it just like she said."

Mandy held the little bottle of olive oil up over Sheila's exposed bottom and let a small amount trickle into her ass crack. She used her other hand as a cup beneath her pussy to catch the excess. Then rubbing her cupped hand up and down Sheila's crack separating her firm ample cheeks in the process Mandy's middle finger found Sheila's anus, and without delay, just like she had seen, she stuffed her whole entire finger right up Sheila's rectum.

"Ungh!" Sheila yelped and lurched forward just a little.

It felt tight almost as if it were squeaking as the finger slid all the way in. Mandy stopped, wondering if she was causing any pain. "Don't stop, don't stop, do it just like she did to James!" Sheila cooed. 

Mandy mustered herself. She shoved her finger harder and began to twist it around. Sheila dropped and gasped. She laid her head down on the table with her eyes closed and her arms resting on the table over her head. 

The weight of her upper torso pressed her breasts against the table which made them bulge out to the sides a tiny bit. Her breasts were so firm, even her own body weight did not distort their perfect shape very much. With her torso in a laying position, her cute white ass perched even higher exposing more of her inviting crack.

Mandy held one of Sheila's cheeks caressing the soft creamy white skin. She shoved and twisted in and out as Sheila's moans grew. Sheila gripped the far edge of the kitchen table with her hands. "Fuck me harder. Fuck another finger in me like she did," Sheila moaned. 

Mandy pulled her finger out abruptly. And swatted Sheila's firm ample bottom. Sheila cooed and turned her head to one side resting her face on the table with her eyes closed. Mandy could see Sheila's shoulders move as she breathed heavily.

Mandy scooted a kitchen chair over behind Sheila and sat with her face inches from Sheila's bottom. She poured more olive oil into her crack, as before catching the oil with her other hand just beneath her glistening pussy. She leaned over and kissed Sheila's bottom and whispered, "are you sure you want it as rough as James got it?"

Sheila pumped her ass thrusting it up higher on her tippy toes waving her ass from side to side cooing, "Yes Mandy yes! Please! Fuck me just like you saw her do to James!" Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly.

Mandy swatted her ass real hard five times while she shoved two fingers into her warm tight rectum. Sheila raised her head with her jaw open wide and her eyes clenched tightly closed. "Oh that feels so hot, oh, oh, oh oh," Sheila whispered as Mandy shoved and twisted the two fingers.

It was hard to even turn her fingers at first because Sheila's anus was gripping the two fingers so tightly. But after some work the fingers began to turn nicely. Sheila began perching her ass up again. 

Mandy swatted her now reddening ass five or six times and then crammed the third finger in alongside the two. Sheila raised her head again, this time not breathing in or out for a minute. Mandy kissed her bottom and whispered, "is it too much?"

Sheila nodded her head "no" and then laid her head back down again, moaning "Fuck me! Fuck my dirty hole!" As Mandy dug the three fingers in and out wedging them repeatedly into the tight warm hole forcefully.

Mandy gripped one of Sheila's ass cheeks and pulled it to one side to further expose her pink anus with the three fingers embedded deeply inside. She gave her fingers a good twist and then jerked them out to se if Sheila's anus would gape. It snapped closed very tightly.

Mandy renewed her effort driving the fingers right back in to Sheila's tight little anus. Sheila let out a little squeal, "UNGH!" She gripped the far edge of the table tightly. 

Mandy stood up keeping her hand shoved deep between Sheila's cheeks wiggling her three fingers embedded in Sheila's warm rectum tickling her insides gently. 

She leaned over and kissed slowly up Sheila's back and then nibbled her ear and whispered, "try to relax, let your ass open like you are going potty. Don't worry, if something dirty happens I will just clean it up. Remember what she said? Fucking is dirty business!"

Sheila moaned with a smile on her face and said in a determined voice. "Ok, I'm going to push. I'm going to push hard so I can take your fingers as deep as they can go. Fuck my ass, fuck my dirty little hole!"

Mandy sat back down in the chair. She gave Sheila's ass ten or twelve open handed slaps. She felt Sheila's anus widen and quiver. Mandy shoved and twisted her fingers and for the first time she felt Sheila's rectum begin to relax. It was velvety smooth now. And she could twist her three fingers easily.

"OHHHHH... that feels GOOD! Hmmmmmmm... fuck my dirty little hole! Fuck it baby! Fuck it!" Sheila moaned feeling the renewed progress of Mandy's fingers deep in her ass as she bore down to push her anus open wide.

"Oh Sheila, that works! Keep pushing your ass open like that! My fingers are almost all the way inside! Your ass is sooooo hot. I can feel your ass quivering!" Mandy whispered coaching her on and slapping her tush.

Mandy gripped one of Sheila's reddened ass cheeks and pulled it to one side. She could see that her fingers had gone all the way in so that her extended thumb actually rested on the taught skin of her crack. 

She gave her hand one more twist and jerked her three fingers out. "OHHHHH... don't stop!" Sheila moaned.

Sheila's beautiful pink anus gaped open and quivered. It stayed open long enough for a few dribbles of olive oil to run down her inner thighs.

Mandy shoved her three fingers back inside and kissed Sheila's bottom five or six times on each cheek, she kissed up her spine and nibbled her ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you with the toy now. It has been under the hot running water all this time, are you ready for a hot throbbing cock?" 

Sheila cooed and lifted herself up propping her hands on the table keeping her ass perched out with Mandy's fingers still inside her now slackened hole. 

She turned creening her neck to press her lips to Mandy's while holding her provocative stance, legs spread ass high. Her tongue slid into Mandy's warm mouth as she moaned. Then she smiled a big smile and wiggled her bottom from side to side while whispering, "fuck me hard just like you fucked James!"

Mandy walked over to the sink and turned off the hot water. The toy was so warm the color had changed to purple. As she attached it to the base of the panties she looked at James. 

His head was hanging low and still bouncing from the current woman fucking his ass. She wondered if Gina was next. She could hear the mentor still instructing and directing the women. There were giggles and moans.

She looked over at Sheila. She looked at her reddened ass perched up and glistening. It was a perfect ass, round, firm, smooth creamy skin. It was perfectly framed with the contrasting black leather chaps. 

She looked at Sheila's face. Sheila was smiling at her. Mandy continued looking into her eyes as she poured olive oil onto the purple toy and stroked it lovingly. Sheila closed her eyes and moaned perching her ass high on her tippy toes waving her ass from side to side in anticipation.

Mandy took a deep breath and walked up behind Sheila scooted the chair out of the way, grabbed Sheila by the hips firmly, positioned the toy between those perched ass cheeks.

She forced the toy deep into Sheila's rectum in one swift shove so hard that when her pelvis bounced off those firm muscular buttocks the kitchen table lurched forward a few inches. 

Sheila made a deep "Ungh!!" noise when Mandy bottomed out nearly knocking the wind out of her.

Mandy wasted no time, she withdrew the toy in one quick slurp and rebounded forward shoving it right back in just as hard as the first time knocking Sheila forward again with a forced "Ungh!" as the table lurched another few inches. 

Sheila tried to steady herself grasping at the sides of the table, but the force of the thrusts pressed her thighs right up against the edge of the table knocking her forward, she was now sprawled onto her elbows with her head nodding forward with each eager thrust. 

"Ungh... Ungh... Ungh... Ungh!" Sheila gasped with each thrust as Mandy drove the toy home forcefully bouncing her pelvis off Sheila's firm buttocks each time. Sheila's breasts bounced forward and back. The table had scooted up to the wall now and Sheila was firmly planted up against the edge of the table, pinned by the hard thrusts Mandy was delivering.

Sheila was able gain her balance and raise herself up on her hands creening her neck around to kiss Mandy while maintaining her position wedged firmly at the edge of the kitchen table with her legs spread and her ass perched high. To take the thrusting toy as deeply as possible.

"Humnn! Humnn! Humnn!" Sheila's moans forced out her nostrils as they kissed with each hard thrust Mandy gave her ass. Sheila's anus and rectum were easily swallowing every inch of the warm plastic with each thrust. 

Now that Sheila was nicely pinned into position Mandy no longer needed to grip her hips to thrust, her hands slid up to Sheila's firm breasts. She squeezed them hard digging her nails into the tender skin. She pinched those stone hard strawberry nipples rolling them between her fingers as she pinched.

Sheila pulled her face away from Mandy's to take a deep breath. She had almost had the wind knocked out of her. She spoke between thrusts, "OH... ungh... GOD... ungh... THAT... ungh... FEELS... ungh... SO... ungh... GOOD! Fuck...ungh... my... ungh... dirty... ungh... little... ungh... hole!" 

The thrusts Mandy were delivering never let up for a second. She was giving Sheila the exact same intense fuck she gave to James. Drawing the toy out to just the tip and cramming it back in hard as far as it would go bouncing her pelvis hard off Sheila's firm round buttocks.

Sheila tensed. Her whole body shuddered and her head went down to the surface of the table. Her hands went down to her clitoris. Her orgasm had taken over her body.

"AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH!" James yelled at the top of his lungs. "AHHHHH! AHHHH! His head and neck banged hard against the pillory. 

Mandy just kept right on fucking Sheila as if nothing else was going on anywhere else in the world finishing Sheila's waves of orgasm with deep rhythmic thrusts while pinching her nipples harder than before. Sheila laid limp on the table now and Mandy withdrew the toy patting her on the bottom.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" James yelled again.

Sheila looked up dreamy eyed and started to giggle, "It's Gina's turn! Lets go see!" 

"Wait, let me do one thing real quick," Mandy said as she grabbed the TV remote and turned the volume up. Then she crammed another tangerine into James's mouth securing it with the dish towel. Then she grabbed a black permanent marker and wrote "LOSER" across James's forehead as he looked up at her begging for mercy.

When they came out of the kitchen closing the door behind them the saw all the women holding onto James in various ways. Two were sitting on his feet with their arms wrapped tightly around his muscular legs. Two were pulling his ass cheeks wide apart. One was kneeled beneath him sucking his cock. One was pinching his nipples. 

Gina was of course standing behind him with the horse cock embedded about two or three inches into his widely stretched ass. She had an evil look in her eyes.

The mentor was giving her instructions, "There are two sphincters you have now got the head past the first sphincter and now you are up against the second. Bare down with steady pressure and in a minute or two you will feel it ease past" Gina was listening intently. "Once you sense it passes the second sphincter at that same instant shove for all you are worth and it should go in very deeply."




The Ultimate Tribute for Janelle



Janelle had never heard of such a thing, but reading the description that day last spring had instantly moistened her pussy:

"A tribute is a video in which a guy looks at a girl's picture as he masturbates, saying how much her picture turns him on, how hot it makes him to see her body, her nipples, her butt, maybe even just the outline of her breast beneath a sheer top if that's all the girl is showing in the picture. As he talks and strokes for the camera, he gets more turned on, and it's clear that he's going to come. The camera catches his hand jerking his hard cock and then spurting through his orgasm as he groans in pleasure."

Holy shit! thought Janelle. That would be so-o-o-o hot, seeing some good-looking guy, nude and making himself hard while he looked at her picture. Knowing that he was thinking about her as the camera caught the movement of his fist up and down his naked, erect cock and hearing him describe why SHE made HIM hot and horny. Seeing all that on video would be incredible! Then, the sounds of his moans and groans as he spurted his excitement for her to see exactly how crazy hot the thought of her made him . . .. Damn! she thought. That would be like hearing him tell me his nastiest secrets about me and my power to turn him on, to make him want to put his hard cock into my pussy and . . .

Thoughts of naked men --- and even better --- of naked men with her, doing wonderful things to her naked body, were not unusual for Janelle. She was attractive and had her share of sexual encounters as a single woman working as a realtor in a metropolitan southern city, so sometimes she only had to replay a satisfying encounter in her mind to spur such thoughts. There had been, what? Three guys the past year who had been sex partners at various times, two for several weeks, one --- Bill --- for several months.

But long-term partner material wasn't what Janelle was looking for just yet (though Bill might hold some potential in that area at some point in the future . . .).

So the anticipation of the next buff guy shucking off his clothes in her apartment for the first time was a very nice divertissement as a daydream. 

And Janelle was often naked when she daydreamed, one hand drawing lazy circles around her clit, the circles becoming more concentrated, the laziness giving way to focused strokes along the side of her hardened nub as she became more involved with her fantasies.

Yes, Janelle masturbated as she thought about a naked man (or men --- how very hot!) licking her pussy, sucking her nipples, fondling her breasts, whispering into her ear, slipping their fingers and then their very hard dicks into her slippery, aroused pussy.

She enjoyed watching this happen in a video scene, too, but there wasn't a whole lot of good porn for women, depictions that caught both the lust and the tenderness that true intimacy with a good sex partner requires. Janelle made do by going back to old favorites and occasionally adding a clip from a couple of sites she'd found that did very explicit yet very classy videos featuring gorgeous couples, whether male-female or, occasionally, female-female when the fancy struck.

(Watching girl-on-girl sex was sometimes perfect because seeing a lovely young woman use her lips and mouth on another girl could be exactly the right way to imagine herself receiving such delights from someone who really knew how to give great oral sex.

(And there had been a couple of male-male videos she'd found, purely by accident. The action was powerfully erotic, and she had watched, entranced, as the guys stroked each others' cocks and groaned with urgent directives to each other about what they wanted --- needed --- done immediately as their desperation to come became ever more pressing. Janelle realized afterwards that it was those sounds of lust and the visuals of masculine fists sliding up and down stiff erections that had been the allure for her.)

But her favorite fantasies were usually of a handsome, naked guy who knew how to excite every inch of her body and who did just that as she enjoyed all the sensations. So it was easy to lose herself in a steamy sexual fantasy portrayed nicely in video, then masturbate to climax afterwards.

Who wouldn't be interested in finding such videos out there on the Internet?

During one session of some down-time surfing she chanced onto a page describing "tributes," which Janelle had never heard of. They were apparently videos that guys shot of themselves masturbating without showing their faces. The catch was, though, that the guys would be looking at naked pictures women had sent them, pictures which also never showed the women's faces.

After a few minutes of fascinating investigation on the web page and a couple of the links from it, Janelle had another thought during her education about this new, sexy thing called a "tribute": What if he talked about wanting to lick my pussy and suck my clit as he masturbated for me?

Janelle adored good head, but finding a guy who did it well, whose oral skills were right on target, seemed all but impossible. (Though Bill had been good at taking a few instructions . . ..)

"Oh, damn, Janelle," her private, sexy, naked hunk would say as he stroked his stiff cock for her in the video, "you look so sexy, so hot in this picture. If I were there with you right now, I'd drop down on my knees in front of you, reach around behind you to grab your ass and pull you to my mouth, and I would bury my tongue as far up your beautiful pussy as I could get it," Mr. Janelle-Turns-Me-On would say. "I would have you hump my face until you came hard, and I'd hold you up while your legs shook and you had a massive orgasm. Then I'd lay you down and slip my hard cock inside your soaking pussy and I'd stroke inside you until . . . until, oh, god, oh shit! . . . Oh, god, I'm gonna-"

Then she'd watch in fascination as the guy spurted through an intense orgasm. His excitement would be evident not only in the jets of creamy liquid he would produce as his pretty cock twitched, but also in the throaty moans which would be all he could manage, but could not prevent, as he experienced his release.

God, how sexy! How very, very exciting!

The whole idea about a video tribute was just so . . . well, indescribably naughty, hot, sexy, erotic.

Janelle couldn't put into words how much it turned her on to think about watching a man masturbate for her, hearing him groan through an orgasm triggered by thoughts of her!

So she had interrupted that session at her computer last spring when she read about this for the first time. She opened another window and surfed to a site she sometimes visited when she was horny and wanted some eye candy to plug into one of the many fantasies she played out during a masturbation session.

There. "Randy" was the guy's name in the caption of the picture. He would star in the immediate fantasy she was going to indulge. Randy was going to do a tribute for her in her imagination . . .

He was buffed but not overly muscular --- just right, as is possible when you have the option of scanning through hundreds of pictures of naked men that are so easy to find on the 'Net. You could always be a very particular shopper in such a marketplace, and Randy's trim torso, sexy abs, and firm glutes were all features that topped Janelle's shopping list.

Randy's cock was also "just right" --- it looked to be about seven inches when erect. Janelle's favorite picture of Randy was when he was erect, smiling into the camera, his glorious, naked shaft hard and on beautiful display, sending its sexy, arousing message: "Here's the proof of how much you make me hot, Janelle, how very irresistible you are. God, I would love for you to do whatever you want with my pulsing hard-on, and I promise to stay stiff for you until you say you want me to come, no matter what you do to me until then . . ."

Well, it IS a fantasy, thought Janelle after that first session when Randy's pictures had launched an arousing session with a favorite vibrator. With her panties bunched at her ankles as she recovered from a truly satisfying orgasm while lying back in the chair at her desk as the monitor continued its display of Randy's smiling face and hard cock (both perfectly positioned for her to appreciate), she thanked anonymous Internet gods who had concocted this easy, safe way to find pictures of gorgeous, naked men with hard cocks on display for her viewing pleasure.

Randy had been a dependable Fantasy O for Janelle for several months. She returned to see him every few weeks --- sometimes almost daily during one particular stretch when, for whatever reason, she had been almost incessantly horny.

Her first climax after finding out about tributes was produced by thoughts of Randy stroking his cock for her and talking about how hot he got looking at her picture.

It was an intense and draining, absolutely wonderful orgasm.

Then Janelle went back to the page with its description of tributes. There were other postings:

"I don't know how I could watch something like that and not go out of my mind," blogged one woman. "I've never seen a man masturbate, and then to see him do it while he's thinking about me. How hot is that?"

"Oh, that would be so sexy and such a sweet thing to do," wrote another.

"Guys should take the time to make lots of presents like that for their girls," posted another lady, followed by the reasons they should do this and offering suggestions for what they should say as they stroked their erections in the videos.

But it was the next post that really caught Janelle's eye:

"If you work it right, you can get a guy to do this for you. I've had three tributes in the last two years, and I can tell you, those three videos are at the top of my playlist when I'm in the mood for some visual erotic stimulation. There's just nothing like the rush of hearing and seeing a naked man stroking his cock for you as he looks at your picture and says why you turn him on so much that he has to masturbate. Then seeing him shoot his load. Sweet Jesus! That in itself is so incredibly hot. But knowing he stroked himself to climax while thinking about you and your body is such a power trip somehow, such a deeply erotic sense of control mixed with flattery all at the same time. It's like this crazy swirl of emotions that gets layered on top of the purely physical arousal of watching a naked man jerk off for you. (And, ladies, we have to agree that handsome, naked men with erections, whether they are stroking their cocks or not, are so-o-o-o lovely to look at!) But maybe it's what these guys say when they do this that gets me off the most. They talk about me, about why my body gets them hard and makes them want to stroke their cocks. Now THAT is one incredibly sexy mind trip!"

Shit! thought Janelle, squirming in disbelief that reading the woman's post was getting her wet so easily after an orgasm only a few minutes earlier. I've gotta get some guy to do a tribute for me.

Soon.

She continued reading, hoping that the woman who talked about getting three tributes would share her strategy.

No fair!, Janelle thought, her lips pouting automatically. THREE naked guys stroking their cocks for her, telling her how hot she is. How did this woman do it?

But there was no advice that followed. And whoever it was that put up the message had not responded to the multiple entreaties that were posted afterwards, asking for details about how the woman had convinced three men to get naked and masturbate for her on camera, then email her the videos.

Janelle made sure to check back regularly, hoping the lady who had been honored multiple times would share her techniques. Finally, several months later, the mystery woman returned to the blog with an even more tantalizing account:

"I've been hesitant to say a lot after my last posting," the comment began, "because I don't really consider myself an expert or anything."

Cut the false modesty B.S., thought Janelle when reading that first sentence. Any woman who can convince three guys to videorecord themselves naked and masturbating and then send her the videos is damned well an expert.

"And I'm happy to share the simple process, but first let me tell you about my latest tribute. I have to tell somebody about this because it's just so amazing, and none of my friends know I do this crazy, sexy thing."

Okay, Janelle relented, I instantly forgive you if you tell me more about your tributes.

"This guy, Tim, has such an incredible body that he could model swim trunks or underwear or, and I've thought about this, I can assure you, the skimpiest thongs possible for a man to wear. (Oh, I'd love for the two of us to be out shopping or at a restaurant while I know he has nothing on underneath his slacks but that thong!) But, as you know, I got to see everything in the tribute, so my thoughts of Tim in a thong aren't because that's all I've seen of him. He must be some kind of videographer or something, because his tribute was so well lighted, and he must've had a tripod and anything else he needed to create the fantastic video he sent me."

Janelle was dubious. This chick sounded like she was starting to make things up.

But that wasn't stopping the wetness that was creeping into Janelle's pussy as she continued reading.

"And Tim made sure I saw everything. He had shaved for me (he said so at the start of the tribute, telling me that he wanted me to know that he did it on purpose because he wanted me to think about fondling his smooth, naked ball sac in my palm as he stroked his cock for me). The picture I had sent him was from the neck down, but it was a good one and showed my breasts with my nipples hard, and in the picture I had spread my legs as I sat on the chair in my bedroom so he could see my naked pussy. Tim had taped that picture to the mirror in his bathroom and set the camera so I could see him from the side as he stroked his cock and looked at my picture."

Okay, okay, I don't CARE if you're making this up, Janelle thought, just keep going with the story.

"The first thing he did was amazing, and maybe the sexiest thing I've ever seen (and heard). He turned toward the camera and began talking to me in this sexy voice, looking straight into the camera and telling me that my body was fantastic and how it made him hard the instant he saw it."

Janelle kept away the skeptical thoughts that would otherwise have entered her mind. Guys just don't say those things . . . at least, none of the guys she'd ever let see her naked. More important, this guy was breaking the anonymity rule about tributes.

But it was more important not to interrupt the flow of the sexy story this woman was telling about Tim's tribute to her.

"And as he continued talking to me about how hot my body made him (and, ladies, I am NOT a fitness model, I can assure you), I saw his cock start to get hard. This was all without him even TOUCHING it! He talked himself into a complete erection as he described my tits and my nipples and my pussy (that's what he called them --- tits --- and it was damned sure okay with me that he used the words he did, even when he said he would love to trail his tongue across my asshole)."

Jesus! thought Janelle. That's never something that any guy has said he wanted to do to me.

What would that feel like?

"So I just sat here in front of my computer and watched this incredible thing happening, hearing Tim talk about how I made him hot and horny, and I could see --- literally --- that he was telling the truth. After a minute or so, his beautiful cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling, and at that point he said he wished I was there to see the drop of pre-cum that had already leaked out of the tip of his dick."

Janelle slid her slacks and panties down to her ankles.

"Then he picked up a bottle of lotion and squirted a little into his hand as he looked into the camera and said he was going to focus on my picture because I was so pretty and arousing and that he was going to jack off just for me. That's what he said, honest. There's no way I'm ever going to forget it or get tired of hearing it when I replay this video over and over. This guy, who is really handsome and who was completely naked and with a hard cock, looked straight at me in the camera and said he was going to jack off just for me."

Who cares if she's making this up? Janelle thought, her fingers sliding through the wetness that had quickly accumulated as she read this sexy, intriguing tale. Keep going with the story!

"Then Tim starting stroking his hard cock, looking at my picture and talking about what he was seeing --- how pretty and hard my nipples were, how inviting my pussy looked, how much he wanted to be there on his knees in front of me and leaning his face into my crotch in order to lick my clit. God, I got so horny watching his tribute! Right before he came, he stopped talking. His hand was pumping so fast up and down his hard cock. He moaned and gasped, almost holding his breath for a few seconds right before he shot two powerful jets of his cum, and he shivered and shook and actually doubled up in ecstacy as he milked the last few drops onto the countertop in his bathroom."

Janelle's masturbation was just as intense as the description of Tim's, and she came, too, in ecstacy, muffling a moan in the process and jerking in her chair, almost sliding off it as she shuddered through a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

"Then, this gorgeous, naked man, looked into the camera and said how grateful he was that I allowed him to show me how much I turned him on."

Janelle stopped reading at that point, needing to recover from her orgasm. She slumped back in the chair to rest and reflect.

So maybe this chick wants to write erotica or something, and none of this happened, she mused as she reached down to gather up her clothing and take it to the bedroom. After a quick trip to the toilet, Janelle took off her blouse and bra, hanging the blouse and dropping the bra into the hamper in her closet before retrieving her slacks from the bed to hang them as well and then slip back into the panties. Retrieving her favorite robe from the hook on the bathroom door, she pulled it on as she walked into her kitchen to fix a cup of hot tea before heading back to her computer.

True to her word, the mystery woman who'd described her latest tribute, told her readers how she got guys to do it for her.

"Okay, so I know you're wondering about this, how I get guys to do this for me. I confess that Tim's video is special, and I confess that he made it for me after we began dating. But it's the truth that his first contact with me was the tribute he sent that didn't show anything except from the chest down so that no one would ever recognize him from the video. It's also the truth that his naked penis was just as beautiful in that first tribute, though, and it's true, again, that his first video really got me hot and horny."

Finally, Janelle thought, a little honesty in disclosure. She was sipping the smooth Earl Grey as the warmth of the mug settled into her hands.

"So, yeah, it's just like anything else, I guess," the woman's post continued. "There is always a wide range of quality in anything. Tim's first video was the best of any of the tributes I've gotten when I've had guys send me their vids, and the others varied in quality. Except for Tim, I have never asked for a second one from anyone because I purposefully do not want to initiate any email conversations with any of the guys, and because this has always just been a harmless kick for me that's a nice ego boost as well as being good for some alone time with my fingers or a favorite toy as I watch."

Okay, I'm with you on that, Janelle mused, the pleasant scent of the tea curling into her nostrils as she read. A naked man stroking his hard cock as he talks about me and how much I turn him could be nothing but flattering AND intensely erotic.




The Ultimate Tribute for Janelle



"But all the vids are fascinating, and most are a big turn-on," the woman wrote. "When I think of how easy it is to get these and the nice orgasms they help trigger when I watch them, I wonder why any woman wouldn't do this."

The woman's post finally got to the point of how she found the guys who sent her tributes.

"Tim is the one guy I've gone further with after getting a tribute. I teased him now that we're pretty much a steady couple (though it took several months to work out the job thing so we were no longer in different states). I told him that I wouldn't be getting tributes anymore since I was with him now, but that I'd probably miss it sometimes, knowing how sexed up it made me to see those nameless guys shamelessly stroking themselves for me as they told me how hot I am. That's what prompted Tim to surprise me with the video I described above. He made me promise to describe it here in this forum and then go ahead and let everybody know how we hooked up."

Then the woman laid out all the details:

"You may find it hard to believe, but there are places on the web where guys who want to do this actually say to email them a picture that they'll print out and then use in a tribute. Yeah, there are guys who WANT to do this. How simple is that?"

The woman listed a URL that Janelle had never seen.

"I can't even remember how I came across this page, but I started reading these guys' posts about how they'd love to do tributes, and I just thought, 'What the hell. Why not?' And I did a self-shot which was nothing more than me holding my digital camera up above and in front of me while I was naked and pressing the shutter. It took a few tries to get a good snap of my body without showing any of my face, but it was pretty easy, and I emailed it to a guy on the board who sounded not creepy (I know --- it's all relative when you're doing this kind of stuff, but I have an anonymizer service on the email account I was using for tributes). A couple of days later, I received my first tribute. He wasn't necessarily real attractive, kinda fat, actually, but you know what? That didn't much matter when he started stroking his cock for me and saying how hot my body was. And he didn't ever show his face in the video, so I just imagined he was a chubby, cute kind of guy. I never emailed him again after a quick note saying thanks for his video, and after a couple more emails to me that I didn't answer, he never emailed again."

This sounds more realistic, thought Janelle as she continued sipping her tea.

"That's it. I did the same thing with several other guys, and even though I know they must have done the same thing for other girls, it never mattered because I never saw their faces, and they never saw mine. That picture I took of myself didn't show anything in the background that could ever be connected with me, and I don't have any birthmarks or tattoos or anything, so I felt safe in doing this harmless, yet incredibly sexy thing."

I guess this could be believable after all, Janelle realized, setting the cup of tea down next to her monitor as she finished reading the last of the woman's post.

"And as for Tim, well, after he emailed me his first video, I guess I really got out of my comfort zone, and I emailed him back, asking to know a little bit more about him but still just anonymous stuff. And he must have thought I was some sex-crazed cougar or something because I asked for another video. He replied, both of us still completely anonymous to each other. He said he wanted to make his next tribute as good as possible for me, but I knew it was just an excuse to chat me up over email, hoping that maybe he'd talk me into meeting him. Anyway, those emails got me interested in him, and that first video definitely did not hurt --- he really is a buff guy who is so hot that I was eager for him to send me another tribute. We kept it up through five videos from him, and then I suggested we meet."

Janelle's eyebrows rose in surprise at those words in the woman's post. So SHE'S the one who set up the meeting?

"It was kinda weird that after having seen just about every inch of Tim except his face, and him seeing the same about me, we had to exchange face shots in order to recognize each other when we met. That was probably the most embarrassing visual representation we exchanged in spite of the other things that showed our naked bodies to each other. But it was worth it, and you can bet that Tim will be sitting here next to me as we read this post when it goes up on the board."

Maybe it was the hot tea. Maybe it was hearing another woman's happy-ending tale of finding a hot guy who was also a nice guy. Maybe it wasn't anything more than an orgasm afterglow, but when Janelle finished reading the woman's story, she was content, satisfied, a nice cuddly feeling wrapping her in as much comfort as the robe she was wearing.

Could she find a guy to send her a tribute? Could she go through with taking a picture of her naked body and then emailing it to a stranger?

Could she not?

It was simple to scroll back up to the tribute URL in the woman's post, click on the link, and go to the board where this kind of activity apparently took place. There were some suggestions about sending big file sizes as attachments or using cloud storage services (I guess not every guy is a computer nerd, thought Janelle), and there was some other stuff on the board about being good tribute subjects and good tribute providers.

Janelle clicked through to the board to where several guys had posted in recent days that they'd love to make tribute videos for interested ladies.

Hmmmm, thought Janelle, how does one go about screening out the crazies?

She read through many posts, and the sorting process started to come naturally:

Offers to skype or IM or live cam? Nope.

Guys asking for specific poses? Not gonna happen.

Crass language in the request? Are you freakin' serious?

Unbelievable braggarts (12-inch dicks? Yeah, right.) Don't even think about it.

All the posts in which the guys talked mostly about wanting pictures from only Latina women or only black girls or only skinny girls or only --- whatever? Idiots, she thought. A woman can send you a picture of anybody for you to get off on, so don't insult my intelligence with requests to add to your personal porn stash.

Finally, those posts from guys whose writing sounded like they shouldn't have gotten out of second grade? Absolutely no way.

What remained were, at least for the two months back on the board that Janelle examined, three solicitations that made the cut and then a fourth that popped up just as she was about to copy and paste the postings with invitations to create tributes into a text file so she'd have the email addresses on file.

After a quick check to ensure that the anonymizer icon on her desktop indicated that it was, as usual, faithfully operating in the background, Janelle got up to look for her digital camera.

* * *

It was difficult not to be distracted at her job the next day.

What's going to be in my inbox when I get home tonight? Janelle wondered. She wouldn't risk checking her personal account on one of the computers in the office --- she knew she'd be too tempted to play the tribute that might have arrived --- and she likewise avoided accessing her personal email on her phone between the multiple showings of houses she'd lined up for that day's potential clients.

She did, though, sneak a couple of glances at the crotch of a guy's pants who had the 3 PM appointment to look at an uptown condo.

He wasn't necessarily that handsome, but would his attractiveness quotient go up if he were nude, stroking his hard cock as he looked at her and told her how sexy and hot she was?

Damn! she scolded herself as she tried to re-focus on the question the guy had just repeated to her as they walked through the condo. Get back to business, Janelle!

But what if there WEREN'T a tribute waiting for her that night at home?

Sitting in her car after the appointment (the guy had been noncommital --- standard operating procedure and not necessarily an indication he wouldn't be calling back to get more information about the property), Janelle finished her notes about the potential client and what other properties she knew of that might work for him. Smiling to herself as she laid her tablet on the passenger's seat, she allowed the tingle of anticipation she'd been nursing all day its full flowering.

Maybe "Les," the guy I emailed last night, has already printed out my picture and stroked himself to an exciting climax for me to watch in the video he's made for me.

Maybe the video is already in my inbox.

Maybe he has a nice body, and maybe his moans and groans when he comes will be really, really sexy.

It was very difficult to do, but Janelle did not retrieve her phone from her purse and pull up her email.

The 4:15 PM appointment was several miles away through heavy traffic . . ..

* * *

But there was nothing in her inbox from "Les" when she arrived home. Surprised at her eagerness and that she had actually moistened as she snapped on her monitor, Janelle was disappointed and frustrated.

Then she smiled.

So, I get to wait on you, huh, Les? Well, get with the program quick, my anonymous naked video guy. There are three others on the list I have.

Les, though, was not to be denied. His email hit her inbox at 8:27 PM that evening:

"Hi Elena,"

(Of course she had not used her real name.)

"Wow --- you look great! It was fun doing this for you because you have one hot body that was easy to appreciate and fantasize about. I hope you like the video. Les."

Simple. Short. Direct.

Good job, "Les," Janelle thought.

She opened the attachment right from his email.

Oh, my.

Oh, my!

Les had a nice body and pleasant voice.

He had a very nice cock.

Les seemed a little nervous at first. His voice wavered a bit when he began talking while presumably looking at her picture on the desk in front of him. The camera angle showed mostly him as he stood, framed from about mid-chest down, and only a little of the desktop where her picture lay. He had printed out the JPG file she'd sent onto what looked like an 8x10"-sized image on a sheet of stationery.

"Uhh, Elena," he began a few seconds after the video had started. (The delay was a nice touch as it allowed Janelle to get a good look at Les' naked body and cock before he began to masturbate for her.) "I like your naked body in this picture you sent."

He reached for a bottle of lotion that was obviously sitting on the desk. "You have great tits, and I love your nipples."

Janelle was already getting wet.

Squirting some of the lotion into his palm, Les wrapped his fist around his cock, which was already starting to get hard. As he coated his cock, slightly stretching it to get the lotion completely around and up and down its length, he continued his narrative.

"I hope you can tell how turned on I'm getting as I look at you, Elena. It feels really good to stroke my hard dick and look at your naked body, imagining how great it would be to suck on your hard nipples and hear you moan when I did that."

Yes, Janelle's nipples were hard in that picture --- how could they not have been?

"I'm thinking right now about licking down your belly to your pussy and slipping my tongue inside you, Elena."

Les was obviously getting into his tribute. Janelle watched in fascination and arousal as he stroked his cock for her, noting all the idiosyncracies of how he masturbated, how he teased himself with strokes that alternated between fast and slow. As he continued his commentary about what he wanted to do to "Elena's" body and how much he was turned on by seeing it naked in the picture she'd sent, it became crystal clear to Janelle about why this was such a turn-on for her, too.

It was a custom-produced porn video done just for her in which she was the star and the guy in it was raving about her beauty, her sexiness, his desperation to have sex with her because she was so fucking hot.

Yeah, Les was using some of those exact phrases.

It was such a mind trip, such a turn-on!

She loved watching this man masturbate!

"Oh, damn, Elena, I just know your pussy tastes so sweet. God, if I were there I'd be lapping up all your juices and working to have you continue flooding my face as you squirmed against my mouth."

This guy was good.

"I'd suck your clit, too, Elena. I'd seal my lips around your hard clit and start to tongue it, sliding my tongue across it over and over as you moaned how good it felt when I did that."

Janelle's hand snaked inside her robe to her crotch as she sat in front of her monitor. Les' video was mesmerizing. Her gaze was locked on the image of him as he stroked his naked cock. She was focused intently on his words as he talked himself closer and closer to the climax she knew she was going to witness.

"Then I'd slide two fingers up inside your dripping wet pussy while I continued sucking your clit, and I'd start to fuck you with my hand while I ate you, getting you hotter and hornier by the second."

Janelle was stroking her clit as she watched Les stroke his cock.

"And after you came really hard against my face, Elena, with your pussy contracting around my fingers while you orgasmed, I'd move up so my hard cock was positioned right at the entrance of your hot, dripping pussy, and I'd . . . I'd, uh . . ."

Janelle's breaths were coming in short, labored intakes as she squirmed in her chair, knowing that she was very close to her own orgasm as she watched Les' fist pump furiously up and down his hard cock in the video as he got close to shooting his load.

"Oh, shit, Elena, I'd drive my hard cock straight into your sopping pussy, and . . . oh, ungh . . . oh, damn, I'm gonna come for you Elena."

Les' speech devolved into nothing more than a low guttural moan as he thrust his hips forward hard, his fist still pumping his cock, and he spurted cum onto her picture and the desktop around it.

Coming just as hard at that instant, Janelle's knees drew up to her chest as she doubled over in her chair with the intensity of her own climax. Quickly recovering in order to see what Les did next in the video, she straightened to watch as Les squeezed out the last droplet of cum onto her picture.

"Oh, yeah, Elena, that felt really good. I hope you like my tribute."

A few seconds later the video ended.

Janelle flopped back in her chair and breathed deeply, coming back down from the high of seeing a naked guy masturbate just for her while he talked about how hot her body was and how much he wanted to lick her pussy and plunge his hard cock into it.

It was just as exciting and satisfying as she imagined.

And it was safe, anonymous, and easy. "Les" would never know who she was, even if he walked right by her on the street, which in itself was a billion-to-one longshot. "Les" would never hear from her again after the short email she would send him:

"Thanks for sending the video. It was fun watching it, and I hope you enjoyed yourself. Goodbye."

* * *

Just as the woman who posted her explanation about tributes had said, Les emailed a few more times. Janelle never answered, and after a couple of weeks the emails stopped.

I wonder how many other tributes Les is doing, wondered Janelle.

And next on the list was "Vince."

God, what a turn-off! Janelle was so glad that Vince's had NOT been the first tribute she received; she might not have solicited any others after the debacle that was "Vince."

He was not just chubby. He was absolutely fat. His dick was tiny, and in spite of his fairly well composed solicitation email, he sounded like a street thug as he stroked himself in the video.

Janelle deleted Vince's video and didn't bother to answer him.

Next was Trayvone, a black guy. This was very interesting, very arousing. Contrary to what Janelle knew was urban legend anyway, he had a nice, but normal-sized cock. Guessing ages based only on a naked male torso and erect penis was always going to be chancy, but she would have said maybe 40 based on his voice.

Was he divorced? Married and "cheating" on his wife like this? Just lonely and never been married?

Ah, there's part of the beauty of a tribute, Janelle realized. 

I get to create the storyline about these guys who strip and masturbate for me.

Given that Trayvone was in pretty decent shape for a 40-year-old guy, Janelle decided he had been divorced for a couple of years and had been working the dating scene both online and face-to-face since his divorce. Also, he would have been hitting the gym to up his attractiveness to eligible women; hence, his decent body. Further, it was perfect, Janelle decided, that he was sexually frustrated to the point of volunteering his services as tribute-maker to ladies who might be interested.

Nice guy. Decently in shape. Fine cock. Desperate to see her naked body and masturbate for her.

Perfect.

What a great fantasy, Janelle realized, smiling to herself and pleased with the storyline she had just created for the guy who was going to masturbate for her right now. She hit the play button to take Trayvone's video off of pause where she'd set it after her realization about how to enhance her enjoyment of this tribute.

And Trayvone did not disappoint. His voice was really sexy, as were his moans. He spoke about her body in almost reverent terms, never crass but not hesitant to say exactly what he enjoyed seeing and exactly what he'd enjoy doing with her body.

But, shit! Trayvone came buckets into the towel folded next to her picture as it lay on his desktop. Janelle had never seen a man spurt such a load.

And it took a while, which was incredibly sexy because Trayvone was not shy with his sounds of intense pleasure as he came. 

That really turned Janelle on. Her fascination with the storyline she'd made up, the sexy body stripped naked for her, the nice erection pulsing through that cocoa-cream complexion --- all of it made her really wet but at the same time kept her focus on the screen so intently that she didn't masturbate while she watched Trayvone's video.

She came violently as she stroked her clit on the replay.

Her email replay to Trayvone was not quite so bluntly brief as had been her reply to Les:

"Hi Trayvone. Thanks for your lovely video. I truly enjoyed it. I know I'll replay it many times. Hope you have a lady to do this for in person. Goodbye."

That left Craig, the fourth of her initial tribute volunteers from the web site.

Janelle emailed him as she had the others with a simple invitation in the email to which she attached her picture:

"Hello Craig --- I saw your posting a while back indicating you'd be willing to send a tribute video to ladies who submitted pictures. I look forward to watching you. Elena."

It took Craig a week to reply, but that was okay for Janelle. She had a couple of hot videos to fantasize over in the meantime.

(And was it a coincidence that in the past couple of weeks there had been three different guys who seemed to hitting on her? Am I putting out some kind of different vibe since accepting the fact that guys eagerly stroke their cocks when they think about me? Janelle wondered.)

Craig's email arrived on a Saturday afternoon:

"Hello Elena," it began. "I am so sorry to take so long to reply to your invitation. I've been really conflicted since I posted that message on that site, and I took it down after only a few minutes. You must have seen it during the brief time it was up. I decided upon getting your email that I'm not really cut out for this, but I've been going back and forth all week long about it, realizing that you had the courage to take the beautiful picture that you sent. Finally, I decided that it wouldn't be fair for me not to hold up my end of the bargain, and in spite of all my incredible nervousness, I made the attached video."




The Ultimate Tribute for Janelle



Intriguing and sweet, thought Janelle. A guy who's admitting to being nervous about stripping naked and stroking his cock in a video for a woman he's never met.

The honesty was refreshing, the tone in the email endearing.

"I hope it doesn't disappoint you. I mean, maybe you've gotten other videos and I'm not really all that exciting or something compared to them. Anyway, thank you for responding to that post I put up. I learned a lot about myself in this process. Craig."

Now Janelle was really curious. She launched the video, eager to see how shy Craig really was.

The setting was lit very well, far better than any of the other videos, and it looked like Craig lived pretty comfortably, at least based on what was clearly a high-quality granite countertop in an obviously spacious bathroom. (The tiling looked a lot like imported Italian marble, Janelle observed.) One very exciting feature of Craig's video was that his bathroom had a double vanity laid out in such a way that, based on how he had set up the camera, it was recording him from the front and the mirror over the other basin reflected his firm backside.

Janelle would get to watch Craig stroke his cock for her and see his cute, naked butt at the same time.

Are you teasing me, Craig? she wondered, as the video began.

With the realization a week earlier that she could intensify her pleasure by assigning whatever background she wanted to the guys in the videos, Janelle immediately fell into storyline mode as Craig began talking:

"You are really an attractive woman, Elena," he began. "Your body is so alluring and so very sexy."

Craig is well educated. He uses words like, "alluring," and not just "hot" or "smokin'" or something else from the common parlance.

"Your profile is dazzling. I could just gaze at your perfect breasts all day long."

Craig is a classy gentlemen, Janelle decided as she built the storyline for this fantasy tribute. He's desperately lonely, hasn't been with a woman for years because his job is so demanding, and out of sheer frustration he recklessly posted his message against his better judgment.

Her storyline certainly seemed to fit Craig's sweet email. Even his nervousness seemed corroborated in the video --- his hands remained at his sides to this point in his tribute, sometimes twitching, occasionally starting to rise or move in some way but then dropped immediately back beside his thighs.

"Would you enjoy me fondling your beautiful breasts as I whispered into your ear how very sexy you are, how much you turn me on?"

Why have you not found a lady to do this with, Craig? It sounds absolutely delectable!

"I hope you'd like that, Elena, because while I was cradling your pretty breasts, cupping and stroking them, and whispering in your ear, my cock would be getting hard, just as it is now."

Janelle could see that Craig was speaking the truth. His well manicured hands still hung by his side (no wedding band, something Janelle noted simply because it was a natural reaction), but his penis had begun to lengthen and harden.

"I would begin to gently squeeze and tug on your gorgeous nipples, Elena, and I'd follow the cues your body gave to me for exactly how much pressure, how much of a pinch you need for maximum arousal and pleasure."

Craig reached for a bottle of lotion as he continued his narrative.

"I know your hair would smell wonderful, and I would love nuzzling into your neck as I continued stimulating your breasts, building your lust for the next thing I would do," he said as he spread a light sheen of the lotion up, down, and around his pretty cock, now quickly hardening in response to the story he was telling and the picture of "Elena's" naked body in front of him.

Craig knows how to stoke a woman's sexual desire, thought Janelle, squirming already, even though this tribute had only been running a very short time.

"I'd trail my lips down your neck to your collarbone, Elena, and I'd drag the tip of my tongue very lightly up to your jawline, where I'd linger for a moment, breathing in your scent, and then I'd say very softly that you were driving me crazy, that I had to have you, had to taste every inch of your luscious body."

At that point, Janelle abandoned her storyline.

Craig didn't need it. He was playing his role perfectly without any additional help.

Delightful! Amazing!

Keep going, Craig --- you are getting me really, really wet, Janelle thought as she unbelted her robe and spread her legs in order to snake her hand down the front of her panties to find her extended and hardened clit already throbbing and begging for attention.

Craig had begun stroking his handsome cock, but it was clear that he was deliberately doing it slowly, purposefully teasing himself as much as he was teasing "Elena."

"Getting a throaty 'yes' from you in reply, Elena, I'd tug once more on one of your nipples, trying to cause such delicious sensations in you that you'd immediately want my tongue inside you as desperately as I want to put it there."

His abs rippled just a bit with that last comment as the intensity of his lust caused his voice to shake slightly. Janelle realized that this handsome man must work hard at keeping himself in shape.

Craig, baby, why do you not have a woman in your life! Are work and exercise the only things you do?

"But first, sweet Elena, I'd lift you onto the bed and lay you face down comfortably so I could kiss the back of your neck, flipping your hair up to get access to the soft, sensitive skin there. Then I'd trace a trail down your spine with the very tip of my tongue, ending with a teasing flick right at the top of your fantastic ass."

Oh, my god and for all that is sweet in this entire fucking universe! thought Janelle, now completely into the fantasy that Craig was spinning as he stroked his sturdy erection for her in the video. Don't ever stop with this fantastic tale as I watch you masturbate while you look at my picture and tell me about what you'd like to do to me!

"Have you ever had a lover plant soft kisses across the cheeks of your ass, Elena? That's what I'd do next. I'd lightly graze my lips across the skin of your shapely ass cheeks, kissing softly here and there as I leaned over you, paying attention to each square inch of your pretty, alluring naked butt."

Craig was stroking his cock a bit faster now, but he was still obviously extending his masturbation session as he enjoyed spinning out his erotic story.

Janelle's fingers were busy around her clit, her wrist levering out the front of her panties to allow better access.

Light kisses on my ass --- oh, Craig, baby, yes. Do that to me!

"Then, Elena, I would be crazy with lust to taste you. It would not be possible to delay this any longer, and I would urge you onto your back so I could position you with your pretty bottom at the edge of the bed. I'd drop to my knees there, drape your legs over my shoulders, and I would finally bury my face in your crotch, eager to taste your sweet juices, horny beyond belief for the feel of your pussy on my lips."

The incredibly sexy story Craig was telling as he stroked his cock for Janelle was maybe the most arousing thing she had ever heard, read, seen, done, or even fantasized.

Damn, Craig! she thought. Do you moonlight as an author who writes erotic romance?

His tale, the sight of him playing with his cock in advance of spurting his cum while looking at her picture, his sexy voice as he explained in glorious, arousing detail exactly what he wanted to do to her --- it all demanded complete, focused, masturbatory attention. Janelle drew her hand from her panties, fumbled in haste to hit the pause button, then threw off her robe, shucked her panties, and raced to the bathroom for a towel to spread across the chair in front of her computer.

She was already dripping from the effect this luscious man's storytelling was having on her, and she knew she was going to soak herself before and during a mind-blowing climax that was now inevitable as she surrendered completely to Craig's exciting video.

Hurriedly arranging things so she was perfectly positioned at her computer to watch the rest of the video with her legs spread comfortably, her right hand went immediately to her pussy, teasing the length of her opening to draw some of the wetness there up to her clit. Then Janelle clicked the play icon and leaned back into the chair.

I want to see you come, Craig, so bad that you can't even imagine it, she thought, but keep going with this fantasy before you do that!

"With the fingers of both hands, I'd separate the lips of your pussy just so I could see how pretty it is, how wet it is with your arousal. That would excite me even more, and I'd dip my tongue into that sweet wetness, forcing it as far as it would go inside you."

Craig, I am gonna come on your face!

"As exciting as it would be for me to run my tongue all over and into your pussy, I'd be eager to make you feel the intense pleasure of what I desperately want to do next. I want your clit between my lips, Elena, and I'll not deny myself that pleasure for even one more second!"

His voice was starting to quaver, and Janelle knew Craig had teased himself to the point of imminent orgasm.

It's okay, baby, I'm right here with you! Keep up your story just a little bit longer. Let me watch you stroke that beautiful cock just a little bit more, and please, for the sake of all that is right in the world, suck my clit!

Janelle's fingers were sliding across her extended nub as she found that certain spot which dependably and inevitably always produced a satisfying orgasm. This time, though, it would be more than simply satisfying.

Watching Craig masturbate for her, hearing him tell his sexy, arousing, incredibly erotic story with her as the female lead (even as "Elena") was going to drive Janelle into a quaking orgasm that would be completely draining.

Come on, Craig. I'm dying to see you shoot your load for me. Show me, baby, let me hear you moan and groan as I watch you shake through your orgasm!

The head of his penis had taken on a darker hue, and Janelle wished she were there to take it into her mouth, run her tongue over it and then underneath to the sensitive bundle of nerves she knew would be waiting for her oral caress. As she began the buildup to her climax by starting to lightly pinch her fingers together on either side of her clit --- an action that, coupled with a slight back-and-forth movement never failed to trigger off an orgasm --- Janelle watched Craig fist his cock for her, his tight butt clearly visible in the mirror, now thrusting back and forth in small movements as the instinctive part of his brain started to overtake other points of focus.

God! That is sexy! she thought, almost vocalizing the thought in her excitement about the erotic visual.

"Your clit would be hard and extended for me, Elena, so easy to locate with my lips. I'd tongue your hard nub and sensuously lick up both sides before I sealed my mouth around your throbbing clit and began using my tongue to rhythmically press against it, always trying to take you higher and higher in your excitement."

Oh, god, I am gonna have one giant orgasm, was the thought that made it into Janelle's mind somehow, now so close and so turned on by seeing this sexy, naked man masturbating for her while he told his incredible story that she was rapidly approaching the point where only pure sensation would take over, all conscious thought impossible.

Craig stopped stroking his dick at that moment in the video, obviously to calm himself down for a few seconds before continuing, and Janelle gasped at the erotic sight of his erection, stiff and pulsing with desire. It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen.

Then she noticed the reflection of his taut glutes contracting and relaxing as he calmed down, and she had to add that sight to her list of beautiful, sexy images that she would never forget.

Oh, shit, Craig! That gorgeous hard cock is all for me, all erect and throbbing just because of the effect my body has on you --- damn! Show me that you can't control the climax you're going to have, baby, show me that I'm driving you straight over the edge!

Gulping in a breath and expanding his ribcage, Janelle noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Craig's chest. The he squeezed a bit more lotion into his palm and continued masturbating for her, picking up his narrative in a labored yet sexy voice:

"You'd be pushing your hips up into my face, Elena, eager to have the climax I want to give you. I love the sexy moans you're making as I continue using my tongue to press against your clit."

I'm gonna come, Craig, I'm gonna come!

"Oh, god, Elena, I can't take it any more! I know my hand would be on my cock by now, stroking myself in excitement as I tongued your hard clit. Just like this. Just like this!"

Janelle's near-blackout was milliseconds away. The last sight she witnessed on the monitor in front of her before her massive orgasm hit was Craig's gorgeous cock spurting thick ropes of white cum straight up before landing on the granite countertop next to her picture . . ..

* * *

Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and Janelle jerked through an immediate aftershock, her eyes tightly clamped shut as she savored coming down from the high of seeing this unbelievable tribute.

The video was still running. Craig's throaty gasps were just fading as his own orgasm ebbed away. Both his hands were on the countertop in front of him as he leaned slightly forward to steady himself.

But not enough to see any of your face, Craig! Lean forward a little more! A little more!

But it was not to be. He straightened, cleared his throat, and with his cock now beginning a gradual descent, he concluded his tribute with a comment that endeared him even more to Janelle:

"So you see, Elena, this may not be a great tribute. I didn't even make it through long enough to describe the part about slipping inside you to have you take your greatest pleasure possible with this cock of mine."

He pointed briefly in the video to his post-tumescent penis, still beautiful in Janelle's eyes.

"But describing the kind of oral sex I would adore providing to your beautiful body, and masturbating while I was doing it, well . . . uh, I apologize that it was just too much for me to hold out."

Don't apologize! Don't apologize!

Janelle was exhausted from her intense climax but wanted Craig's video to continue.

What a fascinating, erotic, sexy-hot man! And even without seeing his face!

"So, thank you, Elena, for sending your picture in response to my posting on that site. Yours is the only one I received, probably because my invitation was online for such a short time, thankfully."

His hands were reaching toward the camera. The reflection of his butt was so entrancing in the mirror behind him.

No! No! Don't turn it off!

"And thank you, Elena, for this mind-blowing orgasm I just had."

The monitor went blank.

* * *

It had been three hours since Janelle experienced the intense orgasm triggered by Craig's video. She had basked in the afterglow for a half-hour, so drained and satisfied that doing anything beyond wrapping herself in her robe and curling up on her couch was not going to happen.

That period transitioned into a butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling as Janelle began thinking.

This guy clearly doesn't do this on a regular basis. He's not some online pervert, she rationalized. Was my original storyline about him accurate? Is he a nice guy who's been working too much to socialize? Is he just so incredibly horny due to a prolonged absence of female companionship that he did something he never thought he would do, even with all the safeguards, and then regretted it but went through with it anyway because my timing was incredibly lucky in answering his invitation?

Or is he married, or setting me up, or . . .?

God, what a dilemma!

Janelle wanted desperately to believe her own version of things.

Finally, realizing that she had, indeed, sent brief emails to the other two tribute makers, she had her opening:

"Dear Craig,"

Pausing, she drew in a deep breath, called up the video once again, fast-forwarded it to the spot where Craig's erection was stiff and pulsing with his hands at his side as he calmed himself, revealing his sexy abs while the mirror reflected his delicious butt, and she hit pause, then adjusted things on her desktop to launch a split-screen.

Craig's arousing image on one side, her email composition on the other.

"Thank you so much for sending your incredible tribute. I, too, do not do things like this as a regular part of my life, but I admit in the name of honesty that I have seen two other tributes that guys have made in response to the picture you also received.

"(How could I not be honest after your admissions in your wonderful video?)

"With the entire intent of 'tributes' being their anonymity, their safeguards against either party ever knowing anything about the other except what they see in a picture or a video carefully created to conceal the subject's identity, I'm hopeful you'll continue reading and be open to the suggestion I'm about to make.

"There is no possible way, after that amazing video which I shall always treasure even if you choose not to answer this email, that I cannot ask if you'd like me to make a tribute for you.

"'Elena.'" 



The Ultimate Trust



They had an incredible relationship. Tricia had only known this man a short time, but there wasn't a thing she would deny him. He awakened so many feelings long ago forgotten. 

Tricia was far from insecure, success had found it's way into her life more than once. Blessed long ago with intelligence and charm, now only her beauty surpassed her charismatic personality. She set about carving out a career for herself once in the ranks of the gainfully employed. Respected and revered by both clients and coworkers for her dedication and drive, Tricia was also admired by her male clients and coworkers for her feminine charms. While petite, she had a striking presence. Long curls framed her beautiful face and brown eyes, cascading well down her back. Only a hint of her figure came forth from her wardrobe. Only a hint of her ample cleavage, only a glimpse of her tanned thighs, and one could only imagine how her firm bottom looked without its traditional attire. Tricia starred in more than one of her male coworkers' fantasies, although they never let on except in their hearts.

Tricia met Davis at a corporate function and at once, all her professional demeanor vanished. He looked right through her, deep into her soul. Not an incredibly sexual being, the feelings Davis stirred with his gaze confused her. Tricia suddenly behaved like a school girl. Laughing out loud at his jokes, touching his arm to accentuate her points in conversation, this was not her normal behavior. While always friendly, rarely did Tricia display her affection for a man so brazenly. His effect on her bordered on intoxicating. She only wanted to be closer to him. 

That first night Davis took her places she had never been. Tricia had been with men before, but his hands on her body sent her to the moon. Forever burned on the back of her mind was her orgasm that evening. The rest of the details escaped with it's intensity. She remembered being undressed by him, his large hands caressing her searing flesh. She remembered his lips on her, all over her, trailing soft wet kisses as she squirmed with delight. Davis took her so completely that she could never hope for more. She only remembered his soft kiss as he left her, and his scent on her pillow.

The relationship progressed rapidly from that first night. They spent every waking moment together. Fortunately he took his career as seriously as Tricia did hers. While their time together was never enough, the desire mutually felt ran deep. Stolen moments on the phone during work, frantic love making in the early morning, that last kiss good-bye never seeming to end, not a moment passed that Davis wasn't in her thoughts. Her desire for him knew no bounds, Tricia was mere putty in his hands, eager to try anything that would please him. 

It was during one of those frenzied encounters that Davis first touched her there. His lips danced over her folds, his hands teased her nipples to torture, Tricia was right on the edge. One of his hands slid down her ribs and around her behind. She felt him gently caress her firm bottom as his lips and tongue serviced her. Tricia was not accustomed to being touched there, but for some reason it added to her pleasure. Only when his fingers found her cleft and trailed lower did she become distracted. He broke her concentration, Tricia could not figure out why he was touching her like this. It was the taut bud nestled in her soft curls that cried out for his touch, her opening gushing with sweet dew that craved his attention. Both of his hands were on her bottom now, grasping each globe firmly. Tricia felt his mouth leave her throbbing nub and trail wet kisses down her furrow. Only when his tongue touched the tight rosebud nestled between her firm cheeks did Tricia stiffen. Before she knew what she had done, she was bolt upright on the bed, pushing his face away from her. Tricia hugged her knees to her naked breasts and looked back at Davis. "Please don't ever touch me there" Tricia said, "You can have every inch of me but that." Davis tried to comfort her, asking her to relax and trust him. That touch had shaken her deeply, the moment was gone.

Davis knew better than she ever would how much pleasure they could give each other. Before Tricia had invited him to her bed, she had never had an orgasm by a mans mouth. She had only had two other lovers in her life, both as inexperienced as she. Tricia had been an avid pupil, willing to try anything with the promise of pleasure. Davis only desired to please her more, to take her to greater heights. Her enthusiasm vanished so quickly it only increased his resolve to prove her wrong. Tricia would experience this pleasure with him. Knowing how apprehensive she was, he summoned up all the patience in his being. The only way to go beyond this barrier was to make her ask for it, make her beg for him to pleasure her in any way he desired.

Davis avoided the subject for weeks after that, not to mention avoiding her bed. Tricia had become accustomed to their frequent encounters, and felt frustrated at their sudden absence. She knew that he still adored her, things must have gotten crazy at work. Davis still held her close in stolen moments, still kissed her the same way. But when it came time for the passionate coupling she had grown so fond of, an excuse always reared its ugly head. Davis promised a weekend just for them, away from all the distractions of the world. As Tricia became more and more frustrated, the thought of this encounter was all that got her through the day. She counted the days, unable to wait to finally feel him next to her again. Her memory of the night he touched in her most intimate place was gone, Tricia never made the connection, however Davis had not forgotten. A plan took shape in his mind, Tricia would beg for his touch. She would beg and have no control over where he touched her. Everything had to be perfect, but first Tricia had to be beside herself with desire. The weeks of waiting had seen to that, he made the arrangements for their getaway.

Tricia received a call at work the day before their meeting. Davis told her that packing would be a short job, for all she needed to bring was her personal effects. All clothing would be brought for her, and she would be picked up from work on Friday afternoon. He knew all the right things to say to her, Tricia anticipated the weekend, the unknown igniting a flame deep inside her. 

The call came late on Friday afternoon, her car was waiting. She gathered her things, just her purse and a small overnight bag. Tricia wasn't sure where she was going, but after all the waiting she was ready for anything Davis had in store. Tricia was surprised to find the car empty except for the driver, and promptly asked after her Davis. The driver provided no information, only that he was to take her to an exclusive hotel downtown. Tricia settled back and enjoyed the ride, along with the champagne chilled and waiting for her. Half of the bottle had disappeared by the time she arrived, and she exited the car on shaky legs. The doorman knew her, although Tricia had never seen him before in her life. He called her by name, and called for the bellman to escort her up to her suite. This was too much, being pampered like this, she reveled in all the attention. 

As the door to the suite opened, Tricia was startled to find someone waiting in the room for her. Not the person she had anticipated, but a young woman, again calling her by name. The bellman set her bag down on the bed and disappeared. The young woman introduced herself as Maggie, and explained that she worked for the salon in the hotel, and was here for her. Tricia was to have a massage, but only after her bath. This turn of events was not what Tricia was accustomed to. She was used to being in control, calling her own shots. Things were so lovely, so perfect that Tricia could only consent. Maggie showed her to the bath, already drawn and waiting for her. She excused herself while Tricia disrobed, and reentered when she had submerged herself in the bubbles. 

Having another woman in the room while she bathed should have made Tricia feel uncomfortable. But Maggie was so sweet, it was just like having a little sister there. Maggie poured her more champagne and asked if she would like a manicure. This was really too much, but none the less Tricia complied. She sipped champagne and relaxed while Maggie administered to her work. Finishing the job with a scarlet polish that set the rosy glow of Tricia's flesh off nicely. Maggie handed her a towel and told her she would be waiting outside when she finished. Tricia admired herself in the mirror as she dried herself. The champagne had given her a rosy glow on the inside, and now the bath had done the same for the rest of her. She could get used to this, she decided, now the only thing missing was Davis. 

When she exited the bath, she found Maggie setting up a small table in the suite. Wrapped only in a towel, Tricia waited patiently. The bath had relaxed her nicely along with the champagne, this would only wash away the tensions of these past weeks completely. Maggie asked her to get on the table, and lay face down. She kept the towel tightly clasped around her while she climbed onto the table. Maggie started on her shoulders, pausing only to reach for some scented oil. Tricia's eyes were closed now, basking in the glow. She slowly descended into a fog as Maggie's small hands worked all the tension from her body. She thought of the evening to come, Davis, and how long it had been since she felt him next to her. Maggie rubbed every bit of that oil into her flesh, leaving her skin as silky as the day she was born. From her shoulders down to her ankles, Tricia had been touched and caressed. Maggie had not intended to touch her in a sexual way, and Tricia did nothing to let her know that she had become aroused. But Maggie's soft hands on her body had reminded Tricia how long it had been since another had touched her. When Maggie had finally finished, Tricia felt the pressure of her waiting, her nipples throbbed, her thighs tensed to quiet the desire there. 

She rose from the table to find Maggie pulling some packages from the closet. Remembering that Davis told her he would provide her wardrobe, she rushed over to see. Maggie sighed as she removed the garments from the package. There was not much here, but just enough for an intimate dinner and evening with a man like Davis. All the garments were white, virginal almost except for how they were cut. A bra, really a half bra, all lace and satin, along with a lace and satin pair of white g string panties. A garter belt and lace topped stockings completed the set, not to mention the pumps, heels higher than she had ever seen in her life. Maggie opened the last package, oohing and ahhing over the tiny white silk robe. She joked that this probably not would be on for long, but that she was to put it on nonetheless. Tricia excused herself to the bath to try on her new attire, and Maggie waited. When Tricia returned she felt sexier than she had ever felt in her life. Her skin was as smooth as the garments caressing it. The lingerie was tight, but not uncomfortable. The bra hugged her breasts snugly, and the panties were securely nestled in her cleft. Her legs looked longer than ever, and the heels while not her usual footwear, complimented her ensemble decadently. Maggie whistled, telling Tricia to open the robe. Tricia blushed but complied. As the soft silk slid off her shoulders, Maggie told her how incredible she looked. Tricia was not accustomed to feeling this way, so confident in her body. Clad from head to toe in lace and satin, she turned to admire herself in the mirror. The short robe barely showed the lace tops of the stockings, and if she loosened it just right, her ample cleavage peeked through the top. Caught up in her new sensuality, Tricia hardly noticed Maggie gathering her things. Maggie wished her luck for the evening, and again told her how sensational she looked. Tricia went to grab her purse, planning to tip Maggie well for her pampering. Maggie waved her off, telling her that Davis had more than taken care of her. Maggie was gone but a moment when a knock came at the door again. 

Greeted by a room steward pushing a huge cart, Tricia stepped aside to let him in. The cart was piled high with silver serving pieces, roses and a small white envelope. Before Tricia had a chance to look at the card, the steward set about setting up the meal. Davis was on his way, so the card said. Tricia felt so much passion building in her now that she could hardly wait. The steward placed her roses on the table, and set the crystal, china and silver for their dinner. He pulled a chair out for Tricia to sit, and admired her legs as she crossed them. With that he was gone, and Tricia sipped champagne awaiting her mans' arrival.

Davis came through the door like the wind, sweeping Tricia up in his arms and kissing her deeply. He filled her arms completely as she parted his lips with her eager tongue. Davis ran his hands down her hips, sliding over the silk robe to the tops of her stockings. She pressed her breasts into his chest and ran one stocking encased knee up his inseam. She could feel his manhood there, ready to fulfill her every desire. He broke the kiss, caressing her cheek gently. As he stepped away to remove his jacket and tie, Tricia remember all the things that had attracted her on that first night. Davis stood a good foot taller than she, he had an intimidating presence that served him well. From his broad shoulders to his square jaw, she loved every inch of him. His dark hair and eyes contrasted well against his tanned face. He returned to her, kissing her softly before he sat down across from her. 

While they ate she told him of the wonders that she had experienced since her arrival. Davis only grinned at each detail, for the afternoon had effected her in just the way he had hoped. Now on their second bottle of champagne, and the meal but a memory, Tricia rose and came to him. She sat on his lap and held his face between her small hands and kissed him. He told her how incredible she looked, how she filled out the lingerie so nicely, and how soft and silky her skin felt. He asked her to stand and show him the complete package, and blushing she rose and stepped away from him. Davis sat back in his chair and drank in her beauty. He watched her stocking clad thighs walk away from him, only to remember how high those heels were. She looked incredible, but more importantly Davis thought, she felt incredible. He watched as her crimson painted nails reached for the tie on her silk robe. She looked deep into his eyes as the robe parted to reveal the tiny bra beneath. The white against her tanned skin was striking, not to mention how the lace and satin held her sweet young breasts there for the taking. As the robe slid from her body she turned for him, showing him the object of his desire. The white satin of the g string disappeared in the cleft of her behind, only showing her two firm globes and a small piece of lace in the small of her back. She flipped her long hair over one shoulder and looked back at Davis, to find him staring at her sweet little bottom. She bent slightly at the waist, further pushing back at him with her blushing cheeks. 

Davis rose and brought her to the long mirror on the wall and stood behind her. He circled her waist with his large hands and brought his lips close to her ear. He told her how much he desired her, how she excited him. Her arms rose and embraced him around his neck as he kissed and gently licked her ear. She felt Davis's hands sliding up her ribs now, just below her breasts. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was slightly ticklish, or just the feel of his hands finally on her, but her nipples suddenly tightened. She could see in the mirror that her hard nipples were pushing back onto the lace of her bra, and each time she took a deep breath, the lace rubbed them wonderfully. Not accustomed to wearing panties like this, she realized now why women wore them. The g string was nestled so tightly against her it was like a satin hug. All she needed to do was move her hips slightly and her taut bud received a little tease. Davis looked into her eyes through the mirror as his hands covered her breasts. She pushed her firm behind back to find him hard and waiting for her. She moved until his manhood was nestled between her cheeks as firmly as her panties. Davis reached for the small clasp on the front of her bra. The lace and satin confinement fell from her breasts. Davis touched her more lightly now, tracing around her breasts with just the tips of his fingers. He caressed every bit of each of her breasts, except for the nipples. She whimpered slightly, wanting him to caress the nipples as he had done so many times before. He however had other ideas, and slowly slid his hands back down her ribs. 

He grasped the string of her panties on each hip firmly, pulling the garment further into her folds. She let out a low moan and rocked her hips to meet his gentle tugging. She felt her own hands go to her breasts involuntarily, seeking out her aching nipples. She held her breasts for but a moment when she felt Davis pulling her hands back around to his neck. She pushed her hips back against the panties he held so firmly in his grasp. She could not figure out why he was torturing her so. She had waited so long for his touch, she needed him now! 

Her reply came as Davis led her to the bed. He gently urged her onto her hands and knees, pushing her face gently into the mattress. She didn't want this, she only wanted his kiss on her gushing flower. She complied however, hungry for any touch that Davis might offer. He trailed wet kisses on the small patch of flesh showing above her stockings. When his kisses finally reached the insides of her trembling thighs, she thought that her moment had arrived. She quivered as his warm breath washed over her Venus, she felt a bit of her sweet nectar run down the inside of her thigh. She felt him grasp the string nestled in her cleft again now, pulling it aside gently. He was kissing all over her tight little behind as he pulled the string out of his way, sending little shocks through her each time another of his wet kisses found their mark. Tricia's flesh was on fire now, she was his for the taking, however he chose to have her. 

She felt his lips on the very top of her bottom now, his tongue sliding lower down her cleft. Just as she was about to protest, he reached for her aching nipples. As his fingers closed on her aching nipples, she came, the tension from the last weeks vanishing. When she realized again that his mouth was still on her, the pleasure he gave her was far better than her hesitance to his kiss there. She gasped as his tongue found her little pink rosebud, circling it gently. He still held her nipples firmly between his fingers, rolling them gently. Beyond her own accord, she pushed her tight little bottom back to his mouth. Davis knew he had her now, she craved his touch, but more importantly any touch he chose to give her. 

He rolled her over onto her back now, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He asked her to hold her trim thighs open for him and she readily complied. With her nipples still firmly held between his fingers, he dropped his face to service her again. She spasmed violently when his lips touched her folds, his tongue seeking out her aching bud. He lashed it mercilessly, never stopping, never pausing. She writhed in ecstasy under his mouth, grinding her hips up to meet him. When she had finally reached the edge, she felt his hands leave her breasts again. He took her by the wrists and replaced his hands with hers on her breasts. She was on automatic now, she dug her crimson nails into her throbbing nipples as his hands slid down her hips yet again. She felt his hands on her bottom again, while his tongue still washed through every one of her folds, always returning to her aching clit. She felt herself climbing towards orgasm again, from his tongue and her hands. Tricia was almost there when she felt his fingers tracing through the cleft of her behind. 




The Ultimate Trust



Davis knew he had her now, all he needed to do was be patient, hold out just a little longer, and she would be his. Tricia felt his finger pressing gently against her now, trying to gain access past her tight little ring. In her present state, she was helpless to anything Davis wanted. Each time she threw her hips up to meet his sweet mouth, a little more of his finger disappeared inside her. She was beginning to feel a distraction from his hand now. Not like before, the pleasure was too intense. She wasn't sure what felt better, her nails digging into her nipples, his tongue lapping at her erect clit, or his finger gently stroking in and out of her ass. Her answer came soon enough, from out of nowhere her climax tore through her. She grasped her breasts tightly as Davis sucked her spasming clit deep into his mouth. Just as the orgasm arrived, she felt him slide his finger all the way into her tight behind. She pushed back against it now, wanting more as she felt the walls inside her tighten around the intrusion.

He rose from his knees, looking down on Tricia spent on the bed. He was far from finished, she had one more precipice to reach tonight. Davis asked her how she felt, and she only moaned. He asked her if she was ready for the next step. She rolled over in reply, raising her firm little ass in the air, offering it to him. She looked back over her shoulder at Davis, her hands reaching to spread herself, showing him the object of his desire. His hands went for his belt, suddenly his pants and boxers were in a pool on the floor. As he stepped free of them, Tricia spoke. "Take me Davis, show me all that I've been missing."

He ran his throbbing member through her folds, making sure that he was as wet as Tricia. She felt his fingers gently probing her now, making sure that she was ready for him. Her hips moved in tiny circles as two and three fingers disappeared into her tight canal. When Davis was sure she was ready, he placed his engorged cock at her entrance. Holding his cock in his hand, he gently teased her tiny rosebud. She grasped her tiny bottom more firmly now, holding it open, hoping that he would enter her soon. She felt the pressure now, she wasn't sure that she could accommodate Davis this way. His cock fit so nicely in her mouth, and so completely filled her silky folds, she was sure he would tear her in two. Her love and trust, not to mention her desire urged her on, she awaited his invasion, quivering from head to toe. 

Davis felt the head of his throbbing member slip past the her tight ring. This was a crucial moment, one false move could swear her off this forever. He stopped for a moment, and reached for her small hand. He guided her small digits to her swollen clit, still throbbing in her dampened curls. This was much better, Tricia thought. The feelings from Davis entering her along with her fingers on herself sent her into orbit. Davis rested his hands on her bottom now, pushing her face further into the mattress. She turned to watch his eyes. She expected to see him like a possessed madman. Instead she found his eyes meeting hers, loving, patient, only wanting to please her. She relaxed now, knowing that Davis only wanted to give her pleasure. At that moment, she felt Davis fill her completely. His balls gently resting against her hand. As she realized that she had taken him completely up her tight little bottom, the excitement welled in her. There was no pain, only pleasure. Davis had stretched her beyond belief, but that only excited her more. He withdrew slightly, pausing to make sure she was okay. Tricia answered him with a soft moan, and pushed back to take him inside her completely again. 

Davis was confident that she was ready now, and he drew his erect flesh from her almost completely. He slid back inside a little more quickly now, bottoming out with his balls resting against her hand as he did before. Tricia only moaned, her fingers flying on her clit. As the momentum built, Tricia began to cry out. Not from pain now, but from wanting. With each thrust she saw little bursts of light behind her eyelids, this was more intense than anything she could ever imagine. She had lost count of her orgasms now, she was just along for the ride. Davis slammed into her mercilessly now, reaching the point of no return. Because he was such a tight fit in her little behind, Tricia could feel every vein on Davis's throbbing member. She felt him swell now, knowing that he was close to the edge. The moment she felt the scalding come burst forth from her man's organ, she felt her ass spasm around him. She could barely catch her breath, but she squeezed Davis as tightly as she could. He threw his cock into her as deeply as he could now, squirting his come deep inside her.

When the fog finally cleared, Tricia found herself in his arms. He kissed her gently, thanking her for trusting him so completely. Davis felt her small hands on his chest, pushing him onto his back. Apparently Tricia had other ideas of how he could show his gratitude.