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You Lied

By: Ashson



When I was in my early twenties and living in my own place my younger brother took it into his head to move in with me for a while. This had its pluses and its minuses. On the plus side he was good company and could help pay the rent and utilities. On the minus side he was a bit of a slob who took up my space. I liked being on my own.

Another thing about my brother - I have to admit that at times he could be a right bastard. I've no idea where he got that trait from. Personally I'm one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. 

For some reason it seemed that that touch of bastardry appealed to a certain type of woman. Like calling to like, was how I explained it, as a number of his girlfriends seemed to be bitches of the first order. Take Karen, his current girlfriend.

Karen was a blonde, nineteen or twenty, with a really nice figure and a lovely personality. Sometimes. Other times she could give pointers to the Wicked Witch of the West. She also had a penchant for dressing in abbreviated clothing, liking to show off her assets. She had some very prominent assets, I assure you.

That's where her bitchiness showed up at times. She liked to tease. I think she knew to a millimetre how far she could bend over to expose just so much and no more, leaving the boys panting in frustration, yearning for that extra hidden glimpse. 

I was home alone one Saturday when Karen dropped by to see my brother. From her attitude it was plain that she had expected him to be there waiting, but as he wasn't I invited her in and offered her a drink. 

It was a hot day and Karen was wearing a wide belt masquerading as a skirt and a sun top. I was quite sure she wasn't wearing a bra and her panties, if any, were of the no visible panty-line type.

Now being a normal young man (perpetually horny) I of course manoeuvred to ensure that I could a), look up her skirt, and b), look down her top. Karen on the other hand positioned herself so that I couldn't see one square inch more flesh than she wanted me to. Not that she didn't mind me seeing a great deal, just not quite enough. An interesting and frustrating experience.

We were in the kitchen, having our drinks and lightly sparring, when my phone nudged me, telling me I had a message. It was my brother. The message read something along the lines of. "If Karen is there tell her to piss off. I won't be home for hours so she's wasting her time waiting."

That's my brother. Mister Smooth. Changes his mind about a date and leaves it to me to do his dirty work. Ah, well. His decision fitted in well with my immediate wishes. Not that I'd actually intended carrying out those wishes prior to receiving the text message. That message meant it was a whole new ball game.

I got up and walked over to where Karen was sitting and held out my hands. It's odd, but when a man hold out his hands to a seated woman she almost automatically takes them to allow herself to be drawn to her feet, which was what happened with Karen. As soon as she was standing I reached for her top and started lifting it up.

An immediate reaction. She batted at my hands, telling me in no uncertain words to keep my hands to myself. Trouble was, as soon as she slapped at my hands I caught hers. It was the work of a moment to push them around behind her and hold them there. 

Now, instead of trying to lift her top, I started to undo the catches on her excuse for a skirt. Karen started wriggling and swearing at me, but I suppose that could be expected.

"Listen, woman," I snapped at her. "No need to get your panties in a bunch. All I'm going to do is have a look at this figure of yours. You've been flaunting it and teasing for so long I figure I'm entitled. I'm not going to grope you afterwards. If you behave, I won't even take a picture. I'll just strip off your things and admire your curves and then let you get dressed again. Now stop wriggling and be quiet."

I figured the chances of her actually shutting up and not wriggling were slim so I wasn't too surprised to have her continue to carry on. She did tone it down considerable, though. She did ask me rather sarcastically if I'd considered asking to see her figure.

"Of course I considered asking," I pointed out, "but you'd probably have said no and then you would have been warned of my intentions. This way I can just strip you and check you out. Sort of tag and release. A quick slap to the bottom will be the tag."

She called me another rude name at that comment, but by then her skirt was dropping down and her panties (she did have some on) quickly followed. 

"Be a good girl and step out of those things will you," I suggested. "Saves me having to make you."

I only got a fulminating look for that crack but she obediently stepped out of her panties, kicking them off one foot. I could see her chalking up another notch in the 'things to get even for' mental tab she was gathering.

Now it was obvious that I'd have to let go her hands to take her top off but before I did that I pushed it up and over her breasts. I was right about one thing - no bra.

I let go her wrists and used both hands to jerk her top higher. Karen didn't really have much option but to let it go. She stood there afterwards, giving me a nasty look. Far from trying to use her freed hands to cover herself, Karen placed them on the table behind her, leaning back onto them.

She was really quite lovely, all luscious curves. Her breasts were high and firm and most definitely didn't need a bra to hold them in position. She was nicely tanned, apart from where some interesting patches of pink and white showed the type of bikini she favoured.

I stood back a little, enjoying the scenery. Karen just stood there, really sort of leaning back against the table, I should say, hands behind her, effectively presenting her figure to its best advantage.

"If you've seen what you wanted to see, do you mind if I get dressed again," she asked. The sarcasm was so thick you could have spread it on a piece of bread and eaten it.

The question was, did I mind if she got dressed again? Of course I minded. 

Karen had been so busy flaunting what she had (and, yes, she had deliberately flaunted it once she had accepted the fact that she was going to be naked) and glaring at me that she hadn't noticed what I was doing. The sound of my trousers hitting the floor seemed to come as a real shock to her.

She looked down when she heard the noise, then her head jerked back up and she was looking at me with surprise writ plain on her face. My intentions weren't exactly hidden. Rather, they were standing out for all to see.

"You can't," she said, speaking almost in a whisper. "You said you were just going to look at me."

I just moved closer to her. Like I said, she'd been deliberately flaunting her figure, leaning back against the table, legs parted. She couldn't have been better positioned if I'd arranged her myself.

A little closer and my erection was brushing against her. I pressed it down slightly and eased forward, letting it slip into the gap between her legs. With that I started rubbing it back and forth, just dragging it along her slit, teasing her labia with its presence.

"Just look and then I can get dressed, you said," she protested. 

I continued gently rubbing my cock against her.

"I lied. You know what's going to happen," I pointed out. "Why don't you help steer me into position?"

"You expect me to help you?" She looked shocked and indignant at the suggestion. "After you lied to me?"

I considered it from her point of view, then smiled.

"Yes."

She flushed. She was so mad I almost expected her to spit. 

"No way. Anyway, your brother will be home soon. Let's see what he says about this."

"Sorry. That text I had was from him, telling me he won't be home and to let you know."

I reached over and took hold of her arm, pulling it forward and pressing her hand down against me. 

"Come on," I coaxed. "You know you want to."

And she did want to, I was quite sure. She hadn't tried to resist or protect herself, being content to give a few feeble protests. I was even more certain when she didn't jerk her hand away, leaving it where I had put it, up against my cock.

We stayed like that for a short while. Karen's hand resting on my cock, feeling it slide back and forth as I gently rubbed her labia. Her face was flushed and her eyes were hot. Standing naked with a man's erection rubbing against her pussy was having an effect on her, like it or not. I could almost see the level of passion rising within her.

She finally gave a frustrated groan and took hold of my cock, changing the angle slightly so that it pressed up into her. Then I was sliding home. She was hot and wet, slippery and welcoming, and I drove fully into her with that initial thrust. She gave a groan of relief to feel me settling home, while I gave a sigh of satisfaction.

I held against her for a few moments, just enjoying being within her. Then I started moving, pulling out, only to firmly return. Karen's arms were back behind her again, bracing her as she took my onslaught, her hips moving to meet me. With her breasts on display before me it would have been criminal not to take hold of them.

Karen was gasping and making little love noises as I took her, while my hands massaged her breasts and my erection showed her the delights of being a woman. 

I took my time. I'd established a nice rhythm and I just kept it going, Karen happily moving in unison. Back and forth we swayed, our passions raised but controlled, enjoying the rasping of flesh against flesh. It's not the sort of thing you can keep on doing, however. The body has needs and wants complete satisfaction, no matter how enjoyable the lead up might be.

I could feel my gonads demanding relief and I started moving faster. Karen kept up with me, her face flushed with excitement. I moved even faster, driving in hard, my need welling up with increasing urgency. Karen was gasping, hanging on by a thread, and I drove in hard for a tumultuous finish, venting deep inside her and feeling her contract around me, shuddering with her own climax.

I disengaged, breathing hard. Karen was slumped back against the table, eyes closed. I pulled the chair I'd been using earlier over to me and sat, watching her. Fairly soon she showed signs of getting her wits back together. I reached over and took her arm, drawing her to me. She was lying across my knee before she fully understood what was happening.

"What are you doing?" she finally asked, puzzled.

"You've been a naughty girl," I explained. "You just cheated on my brother. You need to be punished." 

"Cheated? What do you mean, cheated? You forced me."

"And you're making excuses," I said. "That doesn't help your case. Too bad, but that's the way it goes."

I brought my hand down hard on her bottom, and didn't she yelp.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she shrieked.

"Spanking you. You were naughty, remember? You must be punished."

My hand came down again, leaving a matched pair of red handprints on her cheeks. Karen was not impressed. She flailed her legs and said some very nasty things to me, but that didn't really stop me. I spanked her some more, my hand bouncing nicely off her bottom. 

She'd swear and I'd spank. She tried to hit and I'd spank. She kicked her legs up and down and I spanked. It was really quite a bit of fun from my side of the spanking, while poor Karen had a bottom that was developing a nice deep flush.

"Are you sorry for cheating?" I asked, giving a final spank.

"Yes," was the reply, and I could hear the tears behind her voice.

"And you're not going to cheat again?"

"No."

"OK. I assume your bottom is smarting?"

I got a sniffle and a little nod as answer to that one.

"No worries. I know how to take your mind off that."

I eased her to her feet, turning her towards the table, gently encouraging her to lean forward over it. I ran my fingertips lightly over her bottom, down to and along her pussy. By a happy coincidence, the spanking had got me aroused again and I had an erection just waiting to be used. I eased her lips apart and sank deeply in, my hands coming around her to capture her breasts.

Karen gave a shocked protest. You'd think that she was a virgin she became so indignant.

"What's wrong?" I asked, starting to move gently within her. "I'm just taking your mind off your bottom."

"You're fucking me again. That's what's wrong," she gasped, already breathing hard, her hips moving with me. "You just made me promise not to do this and now you're making me do it."

"This doesn't count. You can consider this a continuation of your first seduction of me."

She made a very peculiar noise at that point. It sounded as though she was trying to say something but didn't know how to express it forcefully enough. I squeezed her breasts.

"Don't worry about it for now," I told her. "We can discuss it later if you want to."

This time around the edge was off my need. This meant that I could put more effort into what I was doing without having to worry about firing too early. Accordingly, I drove in hard and fast and frequently, happily letting rip with all my energy. Karen bucked under me, proving that whatever I dished out she could take and return for more. 

It seems a contradiction to say that I was able to take it easy while hammering into her a lot harder and faster than the first time, but that's the way it was. I could take my pleasure while slowly recharging, and I did so.

Karen had no complaints. Well, actually, she did, but they were mainly about the fact that I was a liar, a brute, a sadist and a rapist who enjoyed attacking defenceless young women. She didn't have any actual complaints about the sex, taking time off from her tirade to encourage me to go harder, go faster.

What she seemed to resent most was the fact that I had told a little white lie at the start. Had she seriously thought that once she was naked I wouldn't even touch her? Apparently.

As the loving continued the diatribe diminished. I guess her sense of outrage couldn't compete with the passion and lust rising within her. She was reduced to desperate gasping as I drove into her, her bottom bobbing frantically under me, helping to drive me deep into her. 

For a while there I thought she was going to climax well before me, but a late surge brought me up to scratch. She climaxed and her clamping hold upon my erection was the trigger I needed to let loose, which I did with great relief.

This time when I disengaged I got dressed and gathered up Karen's clothes so that she'd have them on hand when she was recovered enough to know what she was doing.

When Karen did get her act together she snatched up he clothes and stalked off to the bathroom. I followed along behind, watching and admiring while she took a shower. 

"Do you mind not watching me?" she demanded when she got out of the shower.

"I was thinking," I said, "that if you're going to hang around waiting for my brother, you might like to skip the getting dressed part for the time being."

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Well, I thought you could sit next to me while we watch TV. It won't take long to put on your clothes when you have to and in the meantime I can pet you and admire your lovely curves. And if I come over all lecherous again, you'll be ready for immediate ravishment."

She gave me the strangest look. It seemed an eminently reasonable suggestion to me.

You Like It There



It's a cold and stormy evening very windy. She comes to your door step in nothing but a black silk teddy. You can see her perky nipples through the top and notice that she has nothing covering her bottom.

You bring her in outside of the cold and pull her close to give her some warmth. Then you lead her to the living room and sit her on top of the piano and spread her legs so you can get a better view of her freshly shaven pussy. 

She enjoys you looking and moves her hand down to the top of her clit and starts to rub it. You want to taste her but she does not let you she makes you watch her please her self and knows you want her badly making her even hotter.

She starts to a moan a little and then stops everything. You look at her with a puzzled look on your face she grabs you and pulls you toward her she places your arms up over your head she binds your wrist together. 

She knows that you have been waiting for her to do that for a while. Now she pulls you by your wrist making you walk behind her watching her tight ass move from side to side she leads you to the bedroom and pushes you down on the bed.

You're starting to like where this is going not knowing what she really has in store for you. She leaves you there on the bed with your wrist bound above your head letting your mind race and wonder what is to happen next. 

She returns with a little black bag you can only imagine what kind of goodies are in there. Now she sits next to you on the bed staring at your hard cock, she moves and straddles you with her pussy just above your face and her mouth at the tip of your cock. 

How you wish you could taste her pretty pink lips but she just keeps teasing you keeping her bare clit just out of reach of your now watering mouth.

Suddenly you feel her warm mouth slide over the tip of your member and work her way down slowly until her mouth is completely filled with your hardness. Now you watch as she starts to rub her clit and lick your balls, you can't stand it any longer you beg for her to let you fuck her with your tongue.

She agrees and now straddles your face practically suffocating you with her soft wet lips, you start to tease her pussy with your tongue slowly darting it toward her hole she moans in pleasure bucking her hips toward your face.

While you're tongue fucking her she starts to deep throat your hard cock moaning all while taking it in her mouth she starts to play with your balls and it sends a shock through your body. 

She screams out loud as you nibble and suck on her clit. You taste her sweet nectar and know that she wants your hard cock inside her tight pussy. 

She lifts herself off your face and now moves to lay on her stomach between your thighs she starts to lick and suck on your balls once more while stroking your cock. She suddenly stops what she is doing and starts to pull toys out of little black bag . 

You're are still tied up as you watch her start to pull some things out. You watch in amazement as she pulls out some lube a anal plug and even more shocking a 5in flesh colored strap on. 

She knows she has your mind racing now she lets loose one of your wrist and she tells you to roll over and get on your knees you obey no questions asked. 

She binds your wrist together once more now that she has you where she wants she spreads your legs and begins to flick her tongue at your small hole. This sends tingles up your spine as she gives you a rim job while stroking your rock hard rod, slowly now you feel a finger start to venture near your hole you just can't wait to have her play with your ass and you tell her so.

She sucks on her finger and massages it on your hole and she works it in you are the verge of loosing control. She grabs the lube and works it around your hole while added another finger to the fun. Two fingers in your ass now and it has you moaning and wanting more, finally she adds another finger and now your in heaven wishing that she would just take you now.

Finally looking in between your thighs you can see her getting ready to strap on her tool she tells you she wants to lick and suck the flesh colored rod before she lubes it up and fucks you. 

You're reluctant at first but you obey you are being pleased to much to say no to her. She watches you while you lick the tip and slowly work it into your mouth she backs off of your face as so not to choke you with the toy. 

She unbinds your wrist and tells you that while you suck on her tool she wants you to play with her ass how you want to lick it and please her as she has pleased you thus far.

But she has you working the rod that will be in your ass shortly. She feels you pull her ass cheeks apart and start to rub her hole she wants your cock badly but she wants to take you as well.

Soon she is moaning and she tells you to get back on your knees she licks your hole once more as she lubes up the strap on and gets ready to take your ass. Your hole is aching with anticipation you have wanted this for so long. 

She asks you if your ready for her and before you even say yes she slowly starts to work at entering your tight ass. At first you feel almost a burning sensation as the tip starts to enter she hears your deep sigh and keeps with her slow pace trying to work that cock into your hole. 

Soon the deeper she gets the better it feels soon she now has you bucking back toward her and moaning. She loves it when you make noise for her and she smacks your ass while fucking you.

You're in ecstasy now and on the verge of Cumming and she is not having anything to do with your cock. She loves you bucking toward her as she thrust the tool in your ass as deep as she can this startles you a bit but still feels so good you can barely stand it anymore. 

Now she starts to play with your balls while pounding your ass this is such a great feeling to you she hits it really deep one more time and you cum right in her hand while she is thrusting your ass and playing with your balls she strokes your cock until its empty. 



You Like It When I'm Naughty



First of all I'd like to state that I'm in my mid 30's as is my wife. She is slim and beautiful whilst I'm not so thin and my cock is of average length. And that doesn't mean 10 inches long and 5 inches thick!! No my cock (was going to say "is only", but won't as I'm proud of the little fella), is 6 inches long. And this is my anal holiday story. 

We've been married now for quite a few years now and for the last 5 years I've been trying to get my cock into that gorgeous ass of hers. And over this time I've had various degrees of success. Twice when I've had her absolutely steamed up during love making I've managed to lick her ass for all I was worth whilst didling her pussy with her favourite vibrator. Both times she had a wonderful orgasm, but whilst we both loved it at the time we never spoke about it after that.

The other few times I've managed to fulfill my fantasy is when I've come home late from work (shift worker) and she is in bed asleep. I climb in, caress her ass cheeks and whilst she pretends to be asleep I wet my finger and slowly wiggle it into her tight and gorgeous hot ass and frig it in and out nice and slowly. I know she's awake and aware of what I'm doing and I know she enjoys it because on a few occasions she pretends to stir and wake up and then just fucks me with the dampest pussy ever!! But these events have never got my cock into the Holy Grail.  

This all changed a couple of weeks ago when we went on holidays to a beach resort in paradise but with my parents coming along too. I know, I know, but we get on well with them and accommodation costs are halved. So there we are in paradise and have just arrived back to our bedroom after coming back from the pool with my parents sitting and reading in the lounge when we decided to take a shower. 

The shower in our room was large and inviting, I'd been eyeing it off for a sexual rendezvous ever since we got there. We quickly disrobed and like two naughty teenagers knowing they were doing wrong jumped in. The great thing about resort showers is that the hot water never runs out which makes sex in there even more appealing. So there we are in the shower, her standing in front of me washing her body as she lets the water cascade over her shoulders and me standing behind her admiring her shapely figure and noticing that familiar swelling sensation below as my cock started to rise and pulse.

I leaned in on her and grabbed the soap from the shelf. Lathered it slowly in my hands until they were dripping with soap suds. I put my arms around her and started to soap and massage her tort torso all the while working my hands higher and higher until they were caressing and soaping her soft and tender breasts. I soaped then pulled and tweaked gently on her nipples causing her to tilt her head back searching for my mouth to kiss. Her tongue melted into my mouth as we continued this sensual embrace, our lips locked, my fingers pulling ever increasingly harder on her nipples. She moaned, I moaned, I was rock solid!

I broke from this embrace and stepped backwards and watched her gracefully rinse the soap suds from her body. I didn't even notice that my hand had drifted down to my aching cock and was slowly stroking it. I continued to stroke my cock as she turned around. She watched me masturbate for a minute or so before putting her own fingers on her damp pussy. She gently caressed her clit and then slowly pushed a finger into her totally shaven pussy. Now I'm pulling on my cock for all it's worth, as seeing her do this drove me wild. She knows I love to watch her play with her self, it's just so erotic. 

This mutual masturbation show goes on for a short while when she suddenly knocks my hand off my cock and starts pumping it herself. The sight of her didling her pussy whilst jacking me off just about blew my mind. I was about to cum when I said "stop" and took her hand of my throbbing cock. I leaned in again and whispered in her ear "turn around I want your gorgeous ass" I'd thought for a second she was going to turn the shower off and get out, but she turned around bent over and offered up her sensuous butt.  

I didn't waste a second, I stepped up to the plate and whilst holding my throbbing rock hard cock I guided it in between her smooth ass cheeks. The sensation was amazing, everything I dreamed of and more. It was hot and tight and as I kept on pushing I couldn't help but start to moan and moan loudly. My wife swung her head around quickly and hushed me as she didn't want my parents to hear. I stuck the face washer in my mouth and continued to bury my cock deeper into her ass. I felt her tiny little butt hole open up an engulf my manhood and I started up small shallow and slow thrusting rhythm. It was amazing. I was having the time of my life it felt soooooo good.

But what happened next surprised and delighted me. My wife started pushing back on my cock as hard as she could. She was steamed up and going for it and kept on ramming her ass back on my rock hard cock. She was so steamed up that she started to moan loudly, so I had to tap her on the back and tell her to shush! She couldn't help herself and just kept ramming back on my cock and moaning softly.

I couldn't take it much longer and pulled out and said I was going to cum! She swung around so quickly that I knew she was hot. She grabbed my cock and with the most glassy eyed look I have ever seen on her face she frantically parted her pussy with one hand and rubbed my cock-head all over her clit with the other until we both instantly climaxed. My cum erupted and spewed all over her pussy and down her legs. We just held each other for a while and let the water wash over us. She then whispered in my ear "You like it when I'm naughty."

This is a true story, I hoped you enjoyed reading it ‘cos I sure as hell enjoyed living it!



You Like Strippers, Do You?



"God. She's hot!" 

She looks over at him. What an asshole. Well, maybe not an asshole, but definitely a bastard. 

The girl who had sauntered out onto the runway was in fact, now that she looked at her, pretty hot. Big round firm tits, nipples like two ripe cherries waiting to be plucked, a flat hard belly, high, proud ass and legs that looked like the rippling flanks of a thoroughbred. 

But Natasha's asshole - bastard - boyfriend was sitting next to her drooling like a dog gone mad, gripping his longneck beer so hard it was about to break. Jeez, how'd she get roped into coming to this place? Him and his idiot friends, the Numbskulls, those three living walking proofs that some guys are just pathetically forever stuck in puberty. They blow into their apartment every Friday night for "boys night out" and she's left hugging her pillow until he comes home reeking of beer and smoke, too drunk to fuck, too drunk to even talk, and a good twenty IQ points dumber for being around his friends all night.

Well, not tonight. She told'em. Fuck'em. She'd just be one of the boys tonight and see what the fuck happens at "boys night out."

Now she knew. Expensive beers and gorgeous strippers. Really expensive beers. She looked around her. The Numbskulls were snorting and yelling and squealing like a bunch of happy fucking pigs at the girl on stage. Her boyfriend right with them. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she saw his eyes blaze like that. 

Fuck, if that's what it took, if that's what made his dick twitch and his eyes glaze over all glassy and the drool drip out the corner of his mouth....

She stood up. The stage girl was wiggling her breasts at the Numbskulls and they looked like they were going to die of a collective aneurism. She smiled, laughed. 

The woman on stage suddenly noticed her, and by damn if that lady didn't hoist a handful of tit flesh in her direction. It was a challenge, goddam it. It was a fucking challenge! 

Natasha may not have had the siliconed, toned hardbody of a stripper but she was as wild and wanton as any one person she'd ever met. Fuck it. In one quick movement she grabbed her shirt and ripped it wide open, buttons flying everywhere. She shimmied her chest to wag her own nice breasts at the woman looming above her in the spotlight. After a moment's shock that woman smiled a wicked grin and reached a hand down to Natasha. 

As she felt herself being lifted easily up to the hardwood runway, Natasha caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye at the Numbskulls. Mouths agape, eyes bulging, they looked like three statues frozen in poses of complete, utter, dumbstruck stupidity. 

The house lights glared down on her, and she couldn't see much beyond the edge of the stage. She was vaguely aware of a lot of hollering and cheering, in fact, the crowd noise was much more intense now. The stripper walked, no strutted, around Natasha, running a red-nailed finger over this newcomer's shoulders, her back, and down her spine to her ass in the tight jeans. 

The music was loud - "Baby take off your coat, real slow."

Natasha took off her ripped blouse, real slow, tossed it. 

"Baby take off your shoes..." She kicked'em off, hoping to hit Numbskull Number Two in the head if she could.

"Baby take off your pants. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Well she was wearing her tight old jeans, so she pulled them down a bit and and bent over in the direction of her boyfriend, a flash of white panties in the spotlight, just a touch of wetness showing. You want hot? she thought, I'll give you hot, honey.

When she stood up again, the stripper was walking up the stage carrying a very large object. It was a phallus, a huge cock, with a couple of massive balls at its base, the shaft must have been three feet long and four inches thick. Damn. Placing the balls on the floor - they were wide and heavy - the woman then pulled down on the long rubbery cock till it bent all the way to the oak floorboards. She smiled up at Natasha and let it go and the damn thing sproinged back up, swayed back and forth a moment, then came to a rest arched straight up like the longest most beautiful hard-on she'd ever seen. 

The music pounded, "You can leave your hat on. You can leave your hat on. You can leave your hat on." The crowd was approaching a fever pitch of excitement. 

Natasha opened her bra, real slow, she'd give the boys a show they'd remember - on their damn death beds sixty years from now. Hot ain't even the word. Sizzling. Scorch your asses. When she tossed the bra and her tits burst out into the light a scream went up from the boys, a fucking howl like a pack of moon-maddened wolves. Wouldn't you like to suck on these, you dogs?

"Raise your arms in the air. Shake'em."

The stripper was working her shorts off, so Natasha started wiggling out of her jeans, lots of hip action, step out of one leg, mmmm, stroke that white thigh. Drop the pants, use the other leg to kick'em away. She sashayed over and grabbed the phallus roughly, manhandling it - no, womanhandling it. The stripper had her shorts down to her knees and was bent over so her panty-clad ass was a big target. Natasha bent that cock back and let it go so it flew up and smacked the stripper's big butt right between her quivering cheeks. The boys howled again as the big dildo bounced back to full erection, wobbling back and forth like a drunk. 

She could smell the male excitement in the air, their frenzy, the raw, obscene, animal lust.

Joe Cocker wailed from the big speakers overhead. "You give me reason to live. You give me reason to live. You give me reason to live."

Both women were prancing around the big cock in their undies now, flicking it and teasing it and making it sway all around. Natasha dropped to her knees, stuck her tongue out and sucked the big bulbous cockhead into her mouth - or as much as she could stretch her lips to fit in. The stripper was stroking and caressing its great length. Moans from the boys. This night would change their whole lives. It's would change Natasha's.

Natasha rises up so she's walking on her knees and straddling the big shaft, bending it over so it sticks out from between her legs. Hm, she thinks, so this is what it feels like to have a dick. The stripper slithers across the stage and kneels herself on all fours at the other end of the prick protruding from between Natasha's legs. She wags her ass invitingly. Natasha moves forward and the cock dips further down so now it's pointing right at the other woman's pussy. Natasha discovers that she can move her hips so the great cock head sways like a snake and pokes at the firm ass flesh in front of her. The woman spreads her legs, arches her back to push her ass up. The phallus slides in under her belly, tickling her cunt and her ribs at the same time. 

Natasha's got both hands reached down to hold that long smooth cockrod as though it were her own appendage. She maneuvers it between the stripper's legs and asscheeks while, at the same time, pulling it upwards so the shaft is tucked between her own engorged pussy lips and tickling her clit. She begins to hump her hips along the length of it. Her partner begins to rock on her hands and knees, sliding along its thick hardness as well. 

Someplace far away there is music and a throng of men driven into a wild white hot intensity. But all she can see is that gorgeous pole sliding over her cunt and that sweet beautiful ass and thighs in front of her rocking and rolling over the same nasty mega-dildo.

Lights, bright, hot spotlights glaring down from overhead. Heat, the rush of heat, sweat pouring off her body, rivulets of it running down between her breasts to her belly. Her pussy, so nasty, soaked-through white panties. Hair hanging in sweaty strands over her eyes. 

When it hits her, it hits in long rolling waves that seem to actually originate from the crowd around her, as though their excitement washes over her body and sets off the orgasm. Then every cell, every muscle and fiber and bone and every bit of flesh and blood inside her suddenly shrieks for release and there is a voice piercing the night, it's her own, head thrown back staring at a 600 watt bulb above her. She screams. "FUCK! THE! WORLD!" And yes, she sees it now... yes, the big phallus between her legs is sunk deep into the crack of the planet plunging with relentless driving pistoning fucking force into the great gaping wet open cunt of the world, fucking the world, fucking the world, fucking...the...world.

Fuck.

Some time later she awakes. It's quiet, there's cool air on her face. She's in a back room near a window, sitting in a chair. Her eyes are open, have been open, though she remembers nothing till this moment. From somewhere in her completely sated brain, the last line of the song comes back to her memory.

"You don't know what love is. I know what love is."

God the air feels good.



You Like to Play



This is the fourth package in two weeks that He's delivering to your home. You sit on the edge of your seat, the curser on your computer blinking at you, as if it knows what you are contemplating. It should and if it were human it would jump at the chance to join you. The clock reads three o'clock and a smirk rises from your lips. Two hours you tell yourself. Two hours and He'll be here with the present you bought yourself, from your favorite adult online toy store. You have time, you think and shrug your shoulders. 

You rise and walk over to the stereo and flick on the music. The sound of jazz fills the room and you remember the story you'd just finished. The hero and the heroine loved, fought and then made up. In the end they had their happy ending. The moisture on your panties is the proof. Licking your lips, you giggle to yourself and head off to the bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed and open the second drawer on the right of your large dresser. You've now dubbed it as the toy chest. You'd never needed one before, but now you do. 

The collection is small, but you know deep in your gut the toys will multiply in number as have your orgasms since using them. You reach out and pick up two. The first is the package he brought the second time. A grin rises and you feel the blush of your cheeks. You fill silly blushing over the toy. You're alone in your house. Realizing that you suddenly feel a bit melancholy. You've been alone a long time haven't you. Another sigh escapes and you push your loneliness away. 

The clock calls you, a silent laugh as another minute passes you by. You touch the other toy. The third delivery you recall with a quizzical expression on your face. It looked as if the tape had been pulled and then redone, but you decided you were just looking at it wrong. So you pushed doubt away and opened it. Now that doubt is back and you giggle. "What would he have thought if he'd seen the little massager?" You wonder to yourself before placing it beside the thick, crystal clear, vibrating cock. 

Time is slowly creeping by and you slip your clothes off. Your hands move over your nipples and you feel a tightening in your sex. You undress faster and slide under the covers. Excitement thrills you and a new fantasy plays on your mind. 

He's there with your package and can see you. You don't notice at first, too lost in the first vibration that touches your right nipple. A shiver and a moan fills the air and you close your eyes. Each nipple is treated to the rolling wheels and your other hand skates down your chest and across your tummy. You can feel the moisture of your sex, threatening to escape and you find yourself longing to have someone with you. One face comes into view and you wistfully sigh.

Reaching out with your free hand you feel around for the vibrator. When you grasp its cool length you pick it up and guide it into your sex, aligning the rabbit end against your clit and then pressing the on buttons that control the individual parts of your toy. A shiver runs through you and another moan escapes as the rabbit ears and paws start to electrify your pussy's hard nub and tender lips. The cock inside you starts to rotate, twisting and turning in a slow steady rhythm, while your clit is thumped hard. Your nipples are aching and you wish someone would suck them, bite them, tease them until you come. Instead you use your massager and increase the speed. 

Your fantasy returns and he's there at your side. Guiding the toy in and out of your pink pussy. Your lips surround it, beckoning it to return to you. Shifting from the need to seek the head of your fake dick, your ass lifts and you whimper. The blanket is pushed away as your legs move haphazardly. Your lover chuckles. His voice is the one that tells you to "Have a nice day" and "Thank you for using FedEx." His eyes are the ones that you wish would look at you and be replaced with passion and not politeness. His hands are now on your breasts and you can almost smell him in the room with you. 

You want it so bad you can almost taste it. Your eyes are so tight and little shimmering sparks rest behind the lids, threatening to explode at just the right moment. The moment is close, you can feel it so you increase the speed of your vibrator and increase the erotica of your fantasy. The massager, you'd been teasing your nipples with, falls to the side and your free hand clenches the blankets. 

He continues driving in and out of you. The toy forcing your sex to throb and pulsate. You can't believe how wonderful it is, to have someone else take over. The movements are more precise, and the awkwardness you sometimes feel is gone. The buttons are pushed again and both the cock and the bunny work together to make you start riding the wave of lust. It is a large wave. You can tell and so you work hard to hold onto it. 

Your hips buck up and down as you bite on your lip, trying not to scream. You suddenly realize you can scream. You are single and alone. Your mouth opens and the sound that pours from your lips rockets through the air as your pussy shoots the hot satin of your fantasy from your womb. Your toy continues to fuck you, though your hand is no longer holding it. You ride the vibe, rolling your hips and welcoming the violent shivers it is pressing against your clit and pussy muscles. 

Soon it is too much and you scream again. Your back lifts off the bed. Your head falls back and your eyes roll. Forcing yourself to breath you cry out and beg to be released. No one can release you except Him. He's got to pull the toy from your pussy and stop the pleasure and the pain. A pain shoots through your body and every muscle grows tense. "OHHHH Ohhhh my God!" You scream. "Ohhh... ohhh fuck... ohhh God..." 

You feel the hot tears fall down your cheeks and you force your hand to reach for the toy. You can't find it and you know it has fallen out. "Who cares?" You ask yourself and keep your eyes closed as your body comes down from the high. It lies between your legs, a slick wet cock that you paid good money for. Eventually you open your eyes and little spots flicker across your pupils. 

The scent of your come fills the room and mixes with the scent of His cologne, another part of your fantasy. You like that scent and know He'll be there soon with your package, then He'll leave. When he does, you'll breath in the fragrance and lock it inside for later. There will be another time. You know this. You roll to the side; your eyes grow wide. 

"You forgot to lock the door and I knew you'd want this," He tells you, holding a plain white box in one hand and a long glass phallus in the other. 

You lay back and wait for Him to deliver your package. 



You Like to Watch



They had only chatted on the Internet a couple times, but that was enough to know they should meet. They found each other in a chat room and seemed to make an instant connection. They shared a common interest and upon learning they lived only twenty miles apart, each decided to act on the situation. He said he had never met anyone over the net, but she had done it a couple times before with success. She pulled up to the hotel in her red convertible and entered the parking lot. Driving around back, she found room 117 as they had discussed. She got out of the car and pushed her black leather skirt down. She checked herself in the reflection of her window, grabbed her purse and closed the car door. She knocked one time. 

"It's open." She turned the knob and pushed the door open. He was sitting on the couch across the room, a drink in his hand. "Welcome. Did you have any trouble finding the place?" 

"No. Your directions were great." She looked him over, he was reasonably attractive with seemingly a nice physique. 

"Can I pour you a drink? I'm having whiskey." 

"That would be great ... with ice please." 

He scanned her long legs, his eyes rising from her high heels and up her shapely legs. He stood and walked to the wet bar. As he poured her drink, she took a seat on the couch next to where he had been sitting. She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up her hips and exposing more of her tanned skin. He handed her the glass as he sat back on the couch beside her. They talked about the city, small talk really, as they sipped on their drinks. After fifteen minutes of polite conversation, he was ready for some fun. At least he was hoping it would be fun. 

"Should we get down to why we are here?" 

"I think we should. Will you excuse me for a minute?" She stood, grabbed her bag and walked towards the restroom. Closing the door behind her, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head. She possessed large firm breasts. The kind men love to fantasize about. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired what she saw. She was wearing a royal blue body stocking with holes cut around her nipples and crotchless in design as the fabric stretched between her thighs. It was a thong from the backside with just the briefest of fabric stretching up to her neck. From her bag, she pulled out a twelve inch long, one and one-half inch thick penis shaped vibrator and a little device that had two marbles attached by strings to a small base unit. 

Meanwhile, he had moved into the separate bedroom and removed all his clothes. He had applied generous portions of baby oil to his body, paying close attention to his nipples, cock and balls. His body was shaved smooth with his mustache as his only body hair. They had chatted about this and she had commented that she found the smooth look particularly exciting. He was standing in the bedroom facing the bathroom; his semi-erect nine inch cock pointing in her direction. 

"Are you ready for me?" She called out from behind the closed door. 

"I'm semi-ready" he responded, trying for a little levity as he found his nervousness rising. As she walked out, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be standing there at that moment. She cut a striking figure in the bodysuit and heels. 

"Before we begin, I could use your help." She walked up to him and handed him the balls on the string. He had a confused look on his face. She turned to face away from him and bent over, her hands on her knees. Her beautifully shaped ass pointing up at him. "Please be a doll and help me with those." He realized what she wanted, he had seen this on a movie some time ago but never in person. 

"It helps if you cover them in saliva first. They are clean." He put the marbles in his mouth, then one at a time slid them through the rim of her asshole. 

"Please turn the switch on for me." As he did, she stood straight up and let out a low moan of pleasure. She turned to face him, "They bounce around inside and feel so very good. Now it's your party, where would you like me?" 

"Anyplace you are comfortable is fine with me." Pulling the bedspread to the floor, she crawled onto the sheets. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart for him, her heels digging into the mattress. He was at the end of the bed staring at her beautiful body. His hand encircled his hardening cock and he began to stroke himself. She turned her twelve-inch vibrator on and began to tease her clit. They watched one another, neither saying a word. After a few minutes of foreplay with the vibrator, she began to ease it between her blood engorged pussy lips. She slowly fucked herself with the large vibrator as he watched. His hands were moving over his oiled body, but never moving far from his erection. 

His cock was solid in his hand as he watched this beautiful lady writhing on the bed before him. He reached into the ice bucket and grabbed three small ice cubes. After pushing them around his body, he brought them between his legs. In quick succession, he slid each of them inside his asshole. The sudden cold invading his body sent shivers through him. Her left hand teased her nipples as she used her heel to slowly pump the vibrator into her body. They continued to play with themselves and fuck the others mind for close to thirty minutes before he knew he could last no longer. 

He stretched out on the end of the bed, his hand quickly pumping his cock. A giant stream of cum shot from his cock and landed on his chest and neck. He continued to milk cum from his cock, it bubbling out the tip and over his fingers. She watched and waited until he was finished with himself. She brought the vibrating penis to her clit, a wave of pleasure swept over her body. She collapsed on the bed for a couple minutes. She turned off the marbles and pulled them from her ass, then abruptly stood. "You were great. Send me an email in a month or so and I'd be happy to meet you again." She grabbed her bag and keys and walked out the door ... wearing only the bodysuit and heels. 



You Like Watching Girls Play?



I walked in the door, put my keys on the table and closed the front door.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted out and listened for the customary reply from the lounge but instead it came from somewhere else.

"I'm in here baby." I heard her soft voice coming from the bedroom. I slipped my bag off my shoulders and walked into the bedroom. 

There she was, sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but thigh high black stockings, a black chiffon and lace baby doll which parted just below the bra part of the top and slowly opened wider to just above her hips, showing a sliver of smooth flesh and her belly button and finally a small black G-string with ties on either side of her hips and a visible lace embroider pattern on the black material.

Once I managed to regain some sense of brain power I also noticed that the tub chair, usually in the corner of the room had been moved to the middle of the room in front of the bed. 

"What's all this?" I started to enquire but before I could say another word she had hopped off the bed, standing directly in front of me and was silencing me with her finger on my lips. The finger moved behind my head as her hand started to pull me to her mouth as she kissed me. As her lips touched mine, my eyes closed as always as I felt the warmth of her tongue against mine but this time I also felt her other hand firmly grasp my crotch. 

My stiffening cock was instantly hard to her forceful touch and firm massaging. When the kiss broke she looked into my eyes and whispered, "... I thought so." before removing her hand from my aching hard cock. 

She started undoing the buttons of my shirt and when finished with the last button on the front of the shirt, pulled it off of my shoulders and half way down my arms, trapping my arms with the shirt and brought her hands back up my arms and ran her fingers over my chest, her nails leaving slight red marks over my chest and my cock straining ever harder against my pants as her nails ran over my nipples and down my stomach.

She undid my belt, the button and zip of my pants and pulled my pants and boxer shorts down in one motion, releasing my cock into the early evening air, the pre-cum drops rolling from the slit at the top of my shaft and down over the purple swollen head. 

She undid the buttons on the sleeves of my shirt and pulled the shirt off of me and pushed me back into the tub chair. She sat down on the edge of the bed and undid my shoes, took them off, followed by my socks, my pants and boxer shorts.

She tossed the clothes on the floor and looked into my eyes, letting her glance slide down my chest to my throbbing cock and then back up to my eyes again.

"Stay right there!" she whispered and then stood up in front of me. Her nipples were hard and although not visible through the bra covered material of the baby doll it was quite evident they were pushing against the material. 

She cupped each breast with a hand and squeezed her breasts towards each other, her B-cup breasts formed a deep cleavage as she pushed them together while apparently massaging them while holding and squeezing them together. I noticed the clasp between the cups had popped off through her hands bringing her breasts towards each other and when she started releasing her squeezed breasts she pulled the baby doll off, revealing her swollen nipples, those very nipples I loved sucking on while making her moan.

She slid the shoulder straps off of her arms and let the baby doll fall to the ground and then turned around, bending at the waist and slowly pulled her G-string down, letting me see her ass and pussy close up, being able to see and smell how wet and aroused she was.

She let her G-string fall to the floor and then turned around and hopped onto the bed and sat facing me, her legs spread, showing off her smooth shaved wet pussy, glistening in the light of the room. Her back was propped up against a collection of pillows she had arranged beforehand so that she was comfortable.

She reached down with her one hand and started to gently touch herself as she looked at me, "So... you like watching girls play with themselves do you?" she asked as her other hand reached up and pushed a button on the TV remote.

The screen flickered to life with one of my porn movies being displayed. It was a lesbian seen with two girls playing with one another. 

I could feel my cheeks burning as I blushed and I am sure my cock's hardness was dwindling. I was embarrassed, feeling like a naughty boy who had just been caught masturbating to a girly magazine. We have been together for years but we have never spoken about, let alone watched porn together.

It is strange, I think all men know that all women know guys watch porn, but often it is a topic of discussion that never comes up between many couples and for the topic to come up like this, Oh my God, I was mortified. 

She laughed. Even though I was sure my cock was seriously limp by now with the embarrassment the sound of the porn movie playing in the background, with the girls moaning and here sitting in front of me, my very own girl playing with herself, my hard-on was raging more than it ever had before. Her eyes were still on me, her hand still openly rubbing her clit, her fingers diving in and out of her slick pussy, the pleasure of her own hand visible on her face. 

"So... show me what you do when I am not around and you are watching girls like this?" she said in a naughty voice. I must have looked shocked at her words because it made her giggle and say, "Don't tell me you watch to get hard and then do nothing?" 

Her encouragement was enough for me to, without even realising, start stroking my thick cock. My eyes darting backwards and forwards between her face and her hand which was more and more frantically working on her clit and pussy. 

"Do you like watching me?" she said softly, my eyes were on her hand rubbing herself when she asked and without looking up I said yes. 

My own stroking had slowly become faster and faster and this fixation of mine was making her giggle again. She stopped moving her hand and then got onto her knees and spun around, bending over and parting her legs a little, enough for her to slide a hand holding a vibrator to her pussy.

Her head was lower on the bed so she could see between her legs, see my face as she slid the toy over her lips and then allowed me to watch as it disappeared between the folds of her womanhood.

I gasped as I watched her play with a vibrator, one I did not even know she had, watching as she pleasured herself while watching me stroke my cock, rhythmically, in time with her thrusting hand pushing her vibrator in and out of her.

She suddenly pulled the vibrator out and held it out towards me, "You wanna taste it?" 

Her question had hardly left her lips when I moved forward and sucked on the tip of the vibrator, tasting her gorgeous sent on the plastic toy.

"Seeing you are up, why don't you put that cock of yours inside me, it feels better than the toy in any case?" as she let the toy go and steadied herself on her arms. The invitation was ever so briefly out there when my hands were on her hips and my cock was slowly pushing inside of her. This was the first time I realised exactly how wet and excited she was, and vice versa I guess as a moan and "Fuck you are big!" slipped out from between her lips. 

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her, slowly building up speed as I pounded her. I saw her head come to rest on the pillow, looking directly at the TV, the porn scene still playing in the background.

I fucked her as hard and as long as I could and when I could hold back no more, I gripped her hips tight, thrusting my cock as deep inside of her as I could go and felt how my cock erupted, shooting stream after stream of my hot cum inside of her. My orgasm was not alone I felt her squeeze my cock and moan loudly as she came and apparently the actors in the porn scene were joining in our ecstasy.

I collapsed onto the bed and she fell into my arm. " I think we should go through each other's collection, judging from this one, you seem to have a pretty good taste in porn... for a guy" she whispered before switching off the TV and snuggling up in my arms.

The end.