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Sex Toy

By: dreambabydoll



You have worked very hard today, many decisions to make, many deals to close. You are stressed and know you need a break. You stand up and stretch. You smile as your eye falls on the small form curled up on the couch, sleeping. Your sex toy is just waiting for you. 

I was an expensive memento from your last space trip, but you could not resist the temptation to buy when you saw me in the bazaar market on that far off planet. A perfectly formed species, standing on average about five feet tall and resembling a matured female human that delights in pleasing a master, we soon were for sale in most markets as the ideal pet. 

Most Earth governments did not officially sanction the ownership of such human looking pets, but had found it impossible to keep people from smuggling them home.

You lift my naked form gently off the couch and place me in your lap. I sigh and rub up against you. You instantly are hard as my little round butt squirms on your lap. 

My sleepy blue eyes open and I smile when I see you. "Does this mean we can play now?" I ask eagerly. You cup my breast and squeeze the pink little nipple watching it harden into a tiny perfect rosebud begging to be sucked and say "Oh yeah, little one, it's playtime" I squeal in delight and slide off your lap to reach for your zipper. 

I smile up at you as I slide your zipper down. My little hands reach inside your pants happily anticipating the treat that awaits me. Then my eyes can only see the large cock I have released. I take it in both hands and begin to stroke it up and down squeezing hard as I do. You sit back and watch me concentrate on stroking your rod. I lean over and kiss the head that is so engorged and so swollen it looks like it will split open. 

My mouth stretches until I can put the whole head in and I move downward swallowing more and more of your cock until I have reached the shaft and I can feel your rod deep in my throat. I bury my head there inhaling your smell. Then I begin to go up and down your cock sucking and swirling my tongue all around the tender underside. The tension in your balls increases as my hands caress and fondle them. I run my fingernails lightly over your twin sacks and lift them feeling the heaviness of your cum in them.

Not wanting to cum yet you pull your cock out of my mouth. I protest and try to get it back but you take hold of my wrist and pull me up. As I stand before you my pussy is right on level with your mouth. You smell the sweet woman scent; feel the silkiness of the pink mound that hides the wet little gash inside. Your hands cup the perfect little ass cheeks and pull me towards you so you can get a closer look. 

"Pull your pussy lips apart, baby," you say huskily. I obediently reach down and lay my pussy open for your inspection. 

"Now play with it," you command. I begin to stroke the tiny clit that nestles at the top of my slit. My body shudders and I moan as I continue to torture my sensitive button flicking it and twisting it. My hips begin to buck and I would fall except you are still gripping my ass and holding me up. Your lust builds as my pussy begins to open up like a flower and releases its cum juices in little spurts. Now you pull my mound into your mouth and you begin to lick and nip every inch of my delightful little honey pot. I squirm and twist in your arms as I cum. I scream your name and collapse on you. 

"Oh no baby we aren't through " you say as you pick me up and lay me across the back of the couch facing down. You enjoy the view of my butt up in the air with my pussy peeking through my legs. You stand behind me slowly pulling my legs apart and up on each side of you. Your hard cock sways as it searches for the pussy it craves. 

You lubricate the tip of your cock in the cum juices that fill my pussy. Slowly you push the head in. it doesn't look like there is any way it would fit in that tiny hole, but the hole opens and pulls you in. Soon your cock is buried in hot velvet. Your arousal increases as you stroke in and out of the tight hole. 

My hips move to meet each thrust and I can do no more than moan and take your hard cock pounding my pussy. Soon I am screaming and begging for your cock. I am gasping and moaning as another climax builds. I fuck you harder as my cum flows out again. This enflames you more and you no longer can hold back. 

Your cock swells massively and you begin to shoot your cum, filling my cunt completely with your cream. Finally you are totally spent and you withdraw from your little sex toy's muff. 

I am still laid over the couch but too exhausted to move. You lift me up and over the couch. I curl up and instantly fall asleep to await my beloved master's attention again.

Sex Toy



Vicki had met Don Barnes when she answered a classified ad in her local newspaper.

"Part time personal assistant required for retired businessman. Generous compensation to the right applicant."

Vicki had called and was given an appointment to be interviewed by the potential employer.

At thirty-three the single mother of a sixteen-year-old daughter and an eight-year-old son was looking to supplement her meager Mothers' Allowance cheque. Vicki's husband had left her for a blonde bimbo not much older than their daughter after they had emigrated from Liverpool.

Vicki was still attractive enough to garner second looks from guys and prided herself in maintaining her girlish figure after having two children.

Vicki was a bottle blonde, stood a statuesque five foot seven and weighed a trim one hundred and eighteen pounds. She was blessed with 38C breasts, which still stood proud after nursing two babies.

T. D. Barnes lived on the thirty-seventh floor of the downtown Century 21 building. Century 21 was a forty-two-story tower located in the heart of the city consisting of offices and upscale condominiums.

Barnes buzzed Vicki in and she was whisked to the thirty-seventh floor in second by the high-speed elevator.

Barnes was waiting in the hallway when Vicki got out of the elevator.

Her was dressed in a silk robe with an ascot like Noel Coward,

Barnes introduced himself and invited Vicki into his apartment.

The apartment was furnished with expensive period furniture. A large Maple dining room set filled the dinette and an overstuffed leather couch and chair dominated the living room.

Barnes offered Vicki a seat on the couch and asked if she would like a drink. Vicki accepted is offer to be sociable and as he poured them both a generous amount of premier scotch into a couple of glasses he explained what he required.

Barnes wanted someone to do a little housekeeping and cooking and to be a "gofer". Someone to do his shopping for him and run errands to the bank and cleaners.

For this he was willing to write a cheque for three hundred dollars a week, a princely sum for a single mother living on social assistance.

Vicki quickly agreed to take the position and Barnes gave her the job on a trial basis.

Vicki showed up to start her new duties promptly at 10 am the following day. She had time to see the kids off to school and was ready to please her new employer.

Barnes first request was for her to do some cleaning. Dirty dishes were stacked in the kitchen and a pot with a burned out bottom sat in the sink with some unidentifiable food stuck to what was left of the bottom.

Vicki loaded the dishwasher and threw the burned pot into the garbage.

While the dishwasher run she went to the bedroom and changed the sheets on the bed putting the soiled ones in the laundry basket to launder later.

Within the hour she had the place looking livable again.

Barnes next task was for her to go on a shopping trip. He gave her a list and two hundred dollar in cash and told her she could get all the stuff across the road in the Terminal Tower's mall.

Terminal Towers was an office building just across Main Street from Century 21. The basement consisted of a shopping mall housing a liquor store, dry cleaners and an A & P grocery store.

Vicki purchased the two bottles of Jack Daniels Barnes had on his list and then went to the A & P to pick up the groceries he wanted.

When she returned to Barnes's apartment the old guy asked her to join him in a drink. Vicki was not in the custom of drinking so early in the day but accepted Barnes's offer so as not to offend him.

The scotch was strong and burned her throat on the way down.

Barnes explained to Vicki how his wife had left him after almost fifty years of marriage. His daughters had convinced her to go and live with them in Florida leaving him to fend for himself.

Barnes went on to say he missed having someone curvy around to look at and asked Vicki if she would mind wearing outfits he would buy for her.

Vicki though he meant a maid type outfit and readily agreed to his request.

The following day Barnes met her at the door with a Sardonic smile on his face. 

As she entered the apartment he revealed he had bought her an outfit and it was on his bed for her to put on. 

Vicki went to the bedroom to change.

The outfit laid out of the bed was shocking! 

A few wisps of sheer material though which most of her body would be visible even with the modesty panties.

A deal was a deal and if the old guy wanted a show what harm was it? Determined to please her new boss she stripped naked and put on the scanty outfit.

Reentering the living room she pirouetted for Barnes's approval.

"Very nice." He exclaimed studying Vicki's nearly naked body.

Vicki was not a whore but she was no prude either. If this old guy appreciated her body why should she not share it with him? She had no serious lovers since her husband had left her and she actually was flattered that Barnes found her appealing.

Vicki decided to take the relationship up a notch and become more intimate with her new admirer.

"Do you like my boobs?" she brazenly asked.

Barnes smiled his approval.

"Do you want to touch them?" she teased pulling the chiffon aside baring her left breast.

She walked over to where Barnes sat with her breast exposed and leaned over his chair. Barnes reached out and gently took her tit into his hand. A shiver went through Vicki as the man touched her.

Vicki bent over further as Barnes guided her nipple to his mouth. As he swallowed her nipple Barnes cupped her ass cheek in his hand pulling her to him.

Even though Barnes was older than her father Vicki's body came alive as Barnes tongue teased her teat. The sudden masculine attention awakened Vicki's sleeping sexuality.

As she moaned in pleasure Barnes's hand slipped inside her panties and his finger entered her tight butt hole. Vicki surrendered to her built up passion.

"I want you to suck my cock." Barnes demanded in his gruff voice.

Amazingly Vicki slipped to her knees between her boss's legs.

Barnes produced his erect cock from his trousers and gripping the back of Vicki's head he guided her mouth to his cock. Vicki opened her mouth and took him inside her head.

Vicki was surprised at how hard the old guy's cock felt in her mouth. As her lips sealed around his shaft her tongue explored its length.

"Not bad." Vicki thought after he long famine of cock.

Barnes's cock began to move, sliding between her lips as he plunged deeper into her mouth. Vicki gagged as his cockhead struck the back of her mouth and tried to enter her throat.

"Sorry." Barnes said as he withdrew a bit.

Vicki's cheeks caved in as she began to suck the old guy off.

"Is he going to cum in my mouth?" she wondered as he fucked her face. 

She felt Barnes's cock twitching and knew he was about to cum, she braced herself to receive his load.

"Aaargh!" Barnes groaned as he emptied his balls into Vicki's mouth.

Vicki remembered how her husband loved having her swallow his jism, taking a big gulp Barnes slimy goop slid down her throat.

Vicki had taken her employer-employee relationship to a new level. Barnes accepted her as his permanent slut assistant. Day to day she would parade around Barnes's apartment scantily attired sucking the old guy's cock when he asked.

There was still something missing, taking Barnes's cock in her mouth had awaken an itch in her pussy that was being satisfied only by her viberator. She craved to be fucked by a real cock but Barnes had no interest in mounting her.

She even went to the extent of shaving her cunt and flashing it to the old guy in hopes of sparking his interest in screwing her. She was sucking his cock anyway so why not have her needs satisfied?

Vicki was loosing hope of being fucked when Barnes announced he had one of his buddies visiting him and had told him about his new "assistant". Barnes said he would appreciate if Vicki showed the same "favors" to his friend.

Vicki quickly agreed in hopes of finally getting a cock in her snatch.

Sam Cooke was a millionaire having made his fortune with an aluminum boat trailer manufacturing plant. Starting out as a pig farmer Cooke realized the rising popularity in pleasure boating and saw a market for trailers to haul the many new fiberglass boats over the highways, Wasco Trailers was born.

Don Barnes introduced Cooke to his new in-house slut and advised her if Cooke wrote a cheque for the entire building it would be good.

Cooke was a few years younger than Barnes but a more full-bodied man. Standing over six foot his frame carried close to three hundred pounds and with his shaven head he resembled "Mr. Clean". 

Vicki was wearing the black body stocking Barnes had got her for the occasion. It was sheer as nylon stockings with just a butterfly appliqué concealing her shaven labia and two roses hiding her three-inch aureoles.

Cooke was not disappointed with Barnes's description on his concubine.

"I hear you are a great cocksucker?" Cooke asked to get the action started.

"I fuck pretty good too!" Vicki acknowledged hopefully.

"Well let's find out." Cooke said unfastening his trousers.

Cooke pulled out a beautiful thick cock that was just what the deprived young mother had missed for so long. Cooke's cock was amazing, at least nine inches long and as thick as a baseball bat, just what Vicki need inside her pussy.

Vicki heaves a sigh, "I gotta get him to fuck me!" she thought.

Her hand went to the zipper than run from her neck down to her crotch. Slowly she pulled it down exposing her creamy white body as the thin material parted. Pulling it off her shoulders she wriggled out of the clinging suit.

Tossing the unwanted garment aside she stood proudly naked before the two men.

Vicki sat herself naked on the living room couch. Cooke approached her with his trousers around his knees holding his huge erection in his hands. The naked blonde opened her mouth to receive him.

Cooke's cock felt twice as big as Barnes's in her mouth, her lips stretched to fit around it. Cooke slid his thick sausage across her tongue until the head filled her gullet.

Vicki grabbed the giant hard on by its base and maneuvered so she could breath and began sucking his off while jerking his shaft from his balls.

Cooke was like a live python in her head ready to fill her with his intoxicating venom. Vicki wanted to taste his sperm, to feel his snot sliding down her throat like Barnes's had so many times before. 

He came quickly and without warning, gigantic spurts of thick salty brine hurling into her throat. Desperately she gulped down his jism.

Cooke withdrew leaving a string of cum from Vicki's lower lip to the tip of his cock. No sooner had the fragile thread broke than Barnes's cock took Cooke's place.

Barnes's familiar cock was like an old friend in her mouth and she knew she could easily get him off. While Cooke explored her naked body with his hands and fingers she lashed her boss's cock with her tongue.

Another load of man-juice shot across her tongue as Cooke shoved his finger into her butt hole.

Vicki swallowed Barnes's cum, her pussy aching for Cooke's cock.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded with Barnes's cum hanging from her chin.

Vicki lay back across the couch naked with her legs invitingly open offering her womanhood to the pig farmer.

Cooke approached her holding his massive cock in his hand stroking it in preparation to fill the horny sluts cunt with his meat.

Cooke's hulk loomed over Vicki as he prepared to mount her and satisfy her need. Nuzzling his smooth mushroom cockhead between her labia he lowered himself forcing his thick cock into her unused fuck hole. Vicki groaned with pleasure as her cock drought came to and end.

Cooke forced himself all the way into her open cunt stretching her tight hole to new limits. Vicki wrapped her long legs around Cooke's girth and pulled him into her.

"Oh yes! Yes! That is so gooood!" she moaned.

Nine inches of prime sausage stuffed her like a Christmas turkey.

It was her first fuck in months and Vicki's cunt was like a hair-trigger detonating an explosion of built up sexual energy. Her body thrashed uncontrollably beneath Cooke as she writhed in pleasure.

Barnes watched in wonder as his slut housekeeper went crazy with his friend's cock in her. He stood stoking his hardening cock looking at Vicki's open mouth as she screamed in ecstasy. 

Vicki was surprised when Barnes's cock fell into her mouth. Instinctively her lips sealed around the cock as she began to suck.

Not since the time her brother John and his buddy had raped her had she had two cocks in her at the same time.

John was her sister's husband and a member of the merchant marine. He was home for a visit between trips and her husband was away serving with the Territorial Army. Vicki was alone in their council house with her toddler daughter.

Vicki welcomed John and his friend into her house thinking they were just making a social visit. John and his sailor mate had other things on their minds as they had come to rape the young blonde.

Two-year-old Shirley was playing in her playpen while Vicki was cleaning the cooker. Not expecting visitors she was wearing an old terry robe over her naked body.

Vicki was somewhat embarrassed being caught so casually undressed without makeup or her hair done. She welcomed the blokes in apologizing for her appearance.

The guys plopped themselves on the front parlor settee and produced a bottle of rum from a brown paper bag.

"Get us some glasses." John asked.

Dutifully Vicki scurried out to the kitchen and returned with three glasses. 

John poured a generous amount of booze into each glass and handed them to the others.

The straight rum burned Vicki's throat as she sipped it. Vicki was not use to drinking, the strongest thing she would have being a beer shanty. The straight booze went right to her head.

Suddenly Vicki found herself being dragged up the stairs to the bedroom leaving her little daughter watching the telly.

John threw he across the bed while his buddy Doug pulled off her robe. Vicki was soon helplessly naked on the bed.

It was during the time Vicki did not use contraceptives. The church frowned on birth control and her and Rick had relied on the "rhythm method" with some success. Rick would pull out during the times she was ovulating and shoot his spunk harmlessly over her belly.

Now these guys were about to mount her bare cock when she knew she was fertile.

"Please no, I don't want to have a baby!" she pleaded as her brother covered her.

Ignoring her pleas she felt his hard cock slide into her vulnerable pussy.

John fucked her long and hard blasting his cum deep into her womb and then gave her to Doug for his pleasure.

The two men raped her again and again for over an hour while she heard her daughter crying downstairs. Not content with just raping her, they forced her to perform oral and anal sex with them.

That had been Vicki's introduction to multiple partners.

Once again two cocks inhabited Vicki's body, but this time she welcomed them. She slobbered over Barnes's cock as Cooke rammed his dick into her on the verge of coming.

Vicki had never known such pleasure and to imagine men were delivering it twice her age made her feel good knowing how they were enjoying using her body. She gave herself to them completely, taking their cocks as deep into her as possible.

Barnes's cockhead was entering her throat and Cooke's battering her cervix but she just thrashed for more.

Vicki was hit with the most intense orgasm of her life with two cocks spitting cum into her.

It went on all afternoon, sucking and fucking until the two men were exhausted. Cooke finally left with the promise to see the horny blonde again. 

Vicki was home doing some housework when Cooke called on the phone. It had only been three days since he had fucked her brains out at Barnes's apartment.

"Would you go out you dinner with me?" Cooke asked.

Vicki knew Cooke wanted more than dinner when she accepted his invitation.

The kids watched from the window as their mother got into the gunmetal gray Lincoln Town Car. The man holding the door open for her was a baldheaded giant of a man like a villain out of a James Bond movie.

"Where's Mommy going?" her son asked his sister.

"She is going out to pay the bills." answered his savvy sister.

The interior of the Lincoln was more luxurious than Vicki's living room. Plush leather seats, air-conditioning and soothing classical music drifting from the surround sound stereo.

Cooke got behind the wheel and guided the car out into traffic.

Cooke was dressed appropriately for dinner, a well tailored Navy Blue suit with a crisp white shirt and an expensive looking red silk tie.

"I thought we would go to the El Matador." Cooke announced.

Vicki knew the El Matador even though she had never dined there. It was an upscale steak house renowned for their surf and turf.

A valet greeted them at the entrance of the restaurant and took Cooke's car to the parking lot.

All eyes were on the couple as they entered the dining room, the hulk of an older man with the younger blonde on his arm.

Vicki had worn her best dress for the occasion. A strapless black form-hugging sheath with a slit daringly high up the side of the skirt. She had got the dress for the last Christmas party she had attended with her husband years before and amazingly it still fit.

She had purchased some very expensive lingerie to wear under the dress, a pair of sheer black thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, an eighty-five dollar black push-up bra and a pair of black high-cut bikini panties. She was ready to pay for dinner.

The maitre de sat them at a table in front of the roaring fireplace and Cooke ordered a bottle of a fine chardonnay.

As the wine steward filled their glasses Vicki notice he was staring at her chest. When her finished and left the table Cooke told her that her left nipple had slipped out of her dress. Looking down she saw her teat and the top half of her aureole was exposed. Embarrassed she quickly tucked it back in.

The waiters hovered around the attractive blonde as she ate her lobster hoping to catch a better look down her décolleté dress. 

"Would you like to see my place?" Cooke asked as they finished dinner.

"What about your wife?" Vicki asked.

Cooke informed her that his wife was in Florida with her Snowbird friends and he had the house all to himself with only his domestic there.

It was about a half-hour drive in the comfort of the Lincoln and they were pulling into the laneway to the Cooke estate.

It was a large spread, a huge stone house surrounded by a few out buildings in the center of a few acres of pastureland.

Cooke opened the large Oak door and welcomed Vicki into is dwelling.

Peter, Cooke's domestic helper, greeted them. Cooke explained Peter was his live-in butler, maid, cook, housekeeper and general dog's body.

Peter was a tall lean man who greeted Vicki with a thick German accent.

Cooke requested Peter to prepare them drinks as he showed Vicki into the parlor.

The size of the rustic lining room with a blazing fire in the open hearth impressed the simple mom. It was so much more splendid than the meager living room of her apartment.

Peter returned with their drinks. Surprisingly he had three drinks and was joining them for the evening. Vicki had told her daughter she might not be home until the following morning planning on spending the night thanking Cooke for dinner. She wondered how Peter would enter into her plans?

Peter had some soft background music playing on the sound system

"Why don't you two dance for me?" Cooke suggested.




Sex Toy



Peter took Vicki's hand and her to the center of the room where he embrace her and began to dance. The music was slow and he held her tightly pressing their bodies together. She felt him fumbling with the zipper on the back of her dress and suddenly it went loose dropping down over her bosom revealing the expensive bra overflowing with pale white tits.

Stepping back Peter allowed the gown to fall to the floor displaying Vicki's half-naked body to his employer.

They continued to dance performing for Cooke who sat and watched with his cock out and stroking it. Peter had both his hands full of her almost bare ass cheeks pulling her into the hardness of his cock. Through his trousers and her thin silk panties she could feel his erection was rock hard.

"Take you pants off." Cooke barked.

Vicki did not know if he was talking to her or Peter and as she let go of her dance partner to oblige she saw Peter was removing his trousers as well.

When they came together again it was bare pelvis against bare pelvis, Peters hard cock pressed against Vicki's shaven pussy.

"Put it in her." Cooke demanded. Dutifully Peter reached down and guided his cockhead between Vicki's labia and she felt him start to slide into her. She was wet and ready for cock.

Once again Peter grabbed her bare ass and pulled her into him driving his hard cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh my god!" Vicki moaned as she felt herself being filled with cockmeat.

Pulling his cock Cooke watched the two bodies grinding together before him. Peter was the perfect height, almost lifting Vicki off the floor with his upwards thrusts into her.

There was a look of indescribable ecstasy of Vicki's face as the German's rigid shaft controlled her body.

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried out as her arms wrapped around her partner's neck.

Vicki was riding Peter's cock like she had never ridden a cock before, rising up and down as he impaled her much further than she had ever been penetrated before. She felt as if Peter's cock was going to rip through her body and come out of her mouth like some demon possessing her.

Cooke knew she was ready for his cock as he stood and walked over to the writhing couple.

Vicki saw Cooke approaching them and thought he was just trying to get a closer look. He walked around behind her and she felt his cockhead being nuzzled between her ass cheeks.

Peter's hands held her ass well spread giving his boss access to Vicki's puckered anus.

Vicki was surprised how easily her asshole yielded to Cooke's cock. Before she realized what was happening a second cock was entering her.

It was a strange and erotic feeling, two cocks so close together separated only by her thin vaginal wall. Peter's cock continued to control her as Cooke slid into her bowels. Cooke fully entered her and with her every move she could feel the two cocks exciting her holes.

"Oh god!" she moaned as Cooke yanked down her bra allowing her tits to spill out in Peter's face.

Peter swallowed Vicki's left nipple as Cooke's finger found her swollen clit above Peter's cock buried in her fuck hole.

Every time her body squirmed the cocks inside of her moved fueling her orgasm. Cooke's strokes were long and powerful driving is pole deep into Vicki's ass.

Vicki was the filling in a cock sandwich and was about to be garnished with two generous dollops of cum.

Both men fired their loads together, Peter up into her waiting pussy and Cooke deep inside her ass.

"Oh my fucking god!" Vicki cried as she felt their cum flowing into her.

Vicki was suspended on her tiptoes while her two lovers' cum drained into her body.

They removed the rest of Vicki's costly lingerie in Cooke's master bedroom. Lying across the enormous four-poster bed Peter and Cooke peeled of the remaining bits of silk. The horny blonde laid legs open with cum still leaking from both her holes.

Vicki was their sex slave for the rest of the night. She was bound to the bed while they melted candle wax on her sensitive nipples, inserted wine bottles as far as possible into her sloppy pussy and pumped load after load of cum into her mouth. Eventually they exhausted ways to use Vicki's tormented body and allowed her sleep.

"Did Sam show you a good time last night?" Barnes asked.

"You have no idea." Vicki groaned remembering her ordeal.



Sex Toy



If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize.

*

I've performed as a sex toy for a dominant woman this past year. It was never my fantasy to be a sex toy, but here's what happened.

One day, I searched through the website profiles in my area, looking for someone that shared my smoking and orgasm control fetishes. This particular time, I found four profiles that were close to what I was looking for.

I typed up an introductory message, and sent the message to the four women. One replied rather quickly, saying that I lacked experience in orgasm control. I was disappointed that she didn't at least communicate with me a bit before making her decision.

About two weeks after I sent the messages, one of the women replied with a list of questions about my fetishes. I answered her questions, and about a week later, she replied with another list of questions about me and my life. I answered her questions. A couple of days later, I received the following message from her.

"Meet me at the Qdoba Mexican Grill in Bel Air at 2pm, Saturday, April 22."

How nice of her to take for granted I had nothing else to do. For all she knew, I had a busy Earth Day planned. Her profile had no picture, so I had no idea who I would be meeting. I wasn't busy, and I figured, why not? Since my profile had a picture, I assumed she would introduce herself.

I arrived at Qdoba a few minutes before 2. I got in line, and ordered a naked steak burrito. I got my raspberry iced tea, and sat down to eat. I wondered what she looked like, and how we would discuss our mutual interests in a not-so-crowded restaurant.

I sat down and took a bite of my naked burrito. This nice looking woman came over to my table with her naked chicken burrito and sat down across from me. She looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's, attractive, with shoulder length straight brown hair and deep brown eyes.

I said "Hi".

She didn't say anything. She took a folded sheet of paper out of her purse, slid it over to me, and took a bite of her naked burrito.

I picked up the paper, unfolded it, and saw that she had typed out exactly what she was looking for. "How professional," I thought.

Sex Toy Application

If you're reading this, you are under consideration as one of my sex toys. If you want to be my sex toy, you must agree to the following:

•I will wear a lockable cock cage, which I will provide, 24 / 7. 

•I will refer to you as "Mistress" at all times.

You will be assigned one or more nights. At 5:30 pm, you will call me, and ask me what I want for dinner. You will purchase dinner for me, and arrive at my house at 6 pm. I understand that you may be somewhat early or late, depending on how crowded the restaurant might be, but constant lateness will cause this agreement to be terminated.

You will undress in the living room. While you are in my home, you will wear nothing but your cock cage.

You will not speak to me, unless I ask you a question.

You will take my dinner into the kitchen, put it on a plate, pour me a drink, and bring the plate and drink into the dining room, where I'll be seated. While I'm eating, you'll stand behind me, out of my sight. If I need more to drink, you will refill my glass. After I get up from the table, you'll clear and clean the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

After you've cleaned up, you will come into my bedroom. I will bind you to my bed, and you will sexually service me with your mouth and tongue in whatever manner I choose. You earn one credit for each orgasm you help me reach. I will tell you how many credits you've earned for the night.

You will lose credits if you displease me in any way. I will let you know what you did and how many credits you lose.

You must earn a minimum of 5 credits times the number of nights per week you've been assigned for me to unlock your cock cage. You will be allowed to masturbate where and how I specify. You will have a time limit. If you don't cum, it's your problem, not mine.

You must keep track of your credits, and let me know when you've earned a release when you arrive. Any credits over the minimum amount are lost; you start over from zero after your masturbation session.

You will be assigned a safe word. If for some reason you need me to release you from the bed before I'm satisfied, you will use the safe word. You will get no credits any night you use your safe word.

I shouldn't have to write this, but you must shower and brush your teeth before our meeting. If you smell, have bad breath, or soil my sheets, this agreement is terminated.

The first night you come over, I will provide a lock for your cock cage. You cock cage is to remain on unless I unlock it. If you have a medical emergency, you may cut the lock and remove the cage. Three emergences in a year will terminate this agreement. Any non-emergency release will terminate this agreement.

By the time I looked up again, she was halfway through her naked burrito.

Her face was expressionless as she asked, "Any questions?"

I tried to keep my voice low. There were people sitting all around our table. "No, your explanation was thorough, Mistress."

A smile broke through. "How many nights were you hoping for?"

I thought for a moment. More nights meant more time with her. More nights meant more service, but few additional benefits. "Two, Mistress?"

"Ah, a go-getter. I have Monday and Friday available. Do you have a cock cage?"

I winced. I hoped no one heard her ask that. "No. But I'll order one today, Mistress."

She passed another piece of paper to me. I looked and saw a phone number.

"Call me when you have the cock cage."

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled. "Good. I hope to hear from you soon." She finished her naked burrito, got up, and left.

I thought about Mistress as I finished my naked burrito. Nope, no beating around the bush with her. I'd been on job interviews that weren't as professional. She seemed very matter-of-fact about the whole thing.

I wondered how many sex toy men she had in the past and currently. It didn't seem fair that she was going to be my only sex partner, while she would have many. But she was young and pretty, so she could dictate the terms of our agreement.

I ordered a metal cock cage and metal ring from J. T.'s Stockroom that night on the Internet. It arrived a few days later. I knew the metal ring would fit snugly behind my cock and balls, since I measured that and provided the size, but I wondered how the one size fits all cock cage fit me. I tried it on, using a suitcase padlock I had. I found out later that night that I could go to the bathroom fairly easily. There was a large hole in the front of the cage. I decided it would be a good idea to wear the cock cage for a couple of days before I called Mistress. 

After a couple of days of wearing the cock cage, I decided that I could wear it long term. It didn't show through my trousers, unless you knew what you were looking for. I was glad that I had ordered the metal cage, because I didn't feel any irritation. I knew other men wore plastic cages, but I felt I could keep my cock clean easier in the shower with the perforated metal cage.

I called Mistress, and told her I had the cock cage.

She gave me her address, and told me to start this Friday night.

I was rather excited and curious. I did an Internet search on her address and found out her name was Melanie. I didn't find out anything else. I wondered why she was so secretative? I guess toys didn't need to know anything about their owner.

I called Mistress at 5:30 Friday night. She told me to pick up a naked chicken burrito at Qdoba. I got over there at 5:45, and made it to her house just before six. I was glad she hadn't picked Outback. I realized that I needed to be in the restaurant neighborhood before I called her.

Mistress answered the door wearing one of those shear blouses that professional women wear, and a skirt. I assumed that she had just got home from work as well.

I went into the living room, and undressed.

Mistress came over, and asked, "Where's the cock cage?"

I took out the cock cage, and handed it to Mistress. I imagine she'd seen this type of metal cock cage before, as she quickly put the ring and the cage on, and locked them in place with a brass padlock.

Mistress looked at me, and said, "Your safe word is strawberry."

I went into the kitchen with her dinner. It took me a couple of minutes to find the plates and utensils. I found some Coke Zero in the refrigerator, and not much else. I guessed that she ate out a lot, or had a lot of dinners brought to her. For a moment, I wondered how many sex toys she had?

By the time I brought dinner out, she was sitting at a small two-person dining room table. I stood behind her and watched her eat. I wondered how she would let me know if she wanted more Coke Zero?

After Mistress finished eating, she had a cigarette. I stood behind her, watching her smoke. Afterwards, she got up and went into her bedroom. I cleared the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, found a sponge, and came back to clear the table. Her paper didn't mention the ashtray, but I thought it safer for me to empty and clean the ashtray too.

Mistress was sitting on the bed when I entered the bedroom. The bed had a wooden frame, with three cargo tie-down rings on the ends and center of the headboard, and three cargo tie-down rings on the ends and center of the foot board. 

After I lay down, Mistress chained my wrists to the center tie-down with a short length of chain and two padlocks. She then got up off the bed and chained my ankles to the two end tie-downs. After securely chaining me to the middle of her bed, she stood to the side and undressed. She made no attempt to be sexy; she undressed like she was about to take a shower.

It was exciting to see Mistress naked, as she climbed on the bed, and straddled my stomach. My cock easily filled the cock cage.

The first time I saw Mistress in Qdoba's, I thought she was breasty, but I couldn't really tell through the sweatshirt she wore. Naked, I saw just out-of-proportion her breasts were compared to the rest of her body. Instead of the orange, or possibly grapefruit size breasts you would expect on a slender woman like her, hers were more like cantaloupes. Pert cantaloupes at that. They were certainly nice to look at.

Mistress closed her eyes, bent forward, and kissed me. I was pleasantly surprised at how long we kissed. It seemed like a long time before she sat up again.

I was pretty sure that Mistress' breasts were enhanced. They felt firm and unyielding as they pressed into my chest while we kissed.

Mistress picked herself up on her knees and turned around in the bed. She lowered her ass into my face, and I assumed she wanted me to lick her asshole. I licked, pushing my tongue into the hole as much as I could. After a while, she bent forward into a 69 position, and dropped her pussy into my mouth.

She was already wet as I lapped up her juices. I started to nibble on her clit, and I heard "Not yet." I licked her pussy lips and lapped up her juices for a while, until I heard her command, "Now".

I nibbled on her clit and lapped up her juices. Mistress verbally directed me and after a long while she had what I assumed was an orgasm. Mistress slid forward for a few minutes and we both rested.

After Mistress slid her pussy back into my mouth, I kept nibbling and licking as much as I could. I wasn't used to eating pussy for so long, and I took breaks when my mouth and jaw tired. Mistress poked my balls with her fingernails when my breaks were too long. I was very happy when Mistress had her second orgasm, and slid forward for several minutes.

It seemed too soon when Mistress slid back, and I went back to nibbling and licking. My balls were sore from her squeezing and fingernail poking, and when she mercifully slid forward, I was very happy.

Mistress climbed off of me, and lay down next to me. She rested her head on my chest, and drew circles on my chest and stomach with her finger. After a while, she got up out of bed, and put a robe on.

Mistress came over to the side of the bed. "You get zero credit."

The look of shock on my face made Mistress smile.

"Yes, I had a couple of orgasms. But I had to direct you so much, and you took so many breaks, that you get zero credit. I'm the tease here, not you. You'd better whip your mouth and tongue into shape, or I'll never unlock your cock."

Mistress unlocked me from the bed. I went into the living room, got dressed, and went home, disappointed.

On my third visit, I found out how Mistress would let me know she wanted more Coke Zero. She moved her glass to the edge of the table. I took it into the kitchen, filled the glass, and brought it back to the table. She didn't acknowledge my action at all.

I visited Mistress for almost three weeks before I earned my first credit. By now, I knew better how Mistress wanted her pussy eaten. My mouth, jaw, and tongue were more accustomed to the long sessions, and I was able to give her more pleasure. As a reward, instead of Mistress putting her robe on when we were done, she got a cigarette and straddled my stomach. I looked at her naked body while she smoked.

Other than the phone call, and her commands, Mistress didn't speak to me, and I didn't speak to her. It felt strange to sexually service someone, and not talk to her. I still knew almost nothing about Mistress, while she knew a lot about me.

I was very excited after earning my 10th credit. I'd been locked up for almost six weeks, and I was very excited about masturbating. It was hard to wait until the Friday night.

When Mistress opened the door, I blurted out, "Mistress, I've earned a release."

The stern expression on Mistress' face told me something was wrong. I stood in the hallway and waited for her to speak.

"How dare you speak to me in my home?"

"But, but, how was I supposed to let you know I earned a release?"

Mistress slapped my face with the back of her hand. "How about a written note?"

The anger and the slap were too much. I started crying.

Mistress took my head in her hand. "Stop crying."

I looked into Mistress' face. Her expression was still very stern.

"Since this is your first infraction, you'll only lose 4 credits. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I meekly replied.

Mistress walked off.

I went into the living room and undressed. I was numb as I prepared dinner for Mistress. It wasn't until I was standing behind her, watching her eat, that I realized I wouldn't be unlocked. It was all I could do to keep from crying again.

When we were in bed, I wasn't terribly excited about licking Mistress' pussy. She lay on top of me for a few minutes before she climbed off and sat on the bed.

Mistress looked at me and growled, "If you're not going to eat me properly, you might as well go home."

I looked at her. I knew she didn't want me to say anything, but I had no idea how to respond.

She reached over me and got something out of the end table. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. "Maybe these will adjust your attitude."

Mistress had a pair of clothespins in her hands. Before I knew it, she had clamped a clothespin on each of my nipples. I felt a sharp pain for a minute, and then the pain dulled. I lay there, my chest throbbing, watching Mistress smoke her cigarette.

I nearly screamed when Mistress took the clothespins off. The blood rushing into my nipples felt like someone hit them with a hammer. She climbed on top of me, and had me eat her to four orgasms. She gave me two credits.

Finally, after Monday night, I had my 10 credits again.

The following Friday, I wrote a note. I gave the note to Mistress after I arrived, and she smiled. I wondered how she would let me masturbate. I hoped there wouldn't be any more unpleasant surprises.

After dinner, instead of Mistress having a cigarette at the dining room table, she led me into the living room. She took a key out of the end table by the sofa, and unlocked my cock cage. My cock took a moment before it stiffened.

"Kneel," Mistress commanded.

I knelt down in front of the sofa. Mistress took off her panties and tossed them at me. "Use this."

Mistress sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette. She took a puff, and said, "You have until I finish this cigarette. Go ahead and play with yourself.

I took the silk panties and stroked my cock. Mistress was still wearing a shear blouse and a skirt, but I knew she didn't have anything on under the skirt. I hadn't noticed, but she wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse either. I could see her nipples clearly, and I thought that she might be excited as well.

It didn't take long for me to cum, after being locked up for almost seven weeks. I rested a moment, and tried to cum a second time, but I wasn't successful.

Mistress put her cigarette out, and said, "Time's up."

I stood up, and she locked the cock cage. We went into the bedroom, and I performed as her sex toy.

There's not much else to tell. Every two to three weeks I would earn a release, and kneel in front of Mistress masturbating with her panties while she smoked a cigarette.

Our bedroom routine didn't vary much. I was impressed that Mistress was always ready to be eaten. Once or twice a month I licked around her tampon string. I mean, she never got bloated or had cramps. She was always in the mood.

Once Mistress locked me to the bed, she relaxed. We would kiss, which I appreciated very much. We probably kissed for 15 to 20 minutes. I would lick her ass for a while, and then she would either straddle my face facing the headboard, or lie on top of me in a 69 position. I probably ate her pussy for an hour and a half to two hours most nights for three or four orgasms. Yes, I still took breaks, but not when she was anywhere near an orgasm.

After I satisfied her, she would lie on the bed snuggling against me for 10 to 15 minutes. She would get up, straddle my stomach, and have a cigarette. I would stare at her naked body while she smoked.

The one thing that I didn't expect is how much I would miss touching her. Sure, like just about every guy, I would love to fondle her massive breasts, but that wasn't going to happen. I found that I missed holding her. I wanted to put my arm around her waist while we lay in bed cuddling together. That wasn't going to happen either.

It's been an interesting experience, sexually serving a woman that I've never touched, and probably will never touch. I'm not sure how much longer I want to service her. It's more of a chore and less pleasurable than I would have expected. 



Sex Toy



I got home late one night from my usual cardio session at the gym. Working out had got me sweaty and horny, so I raced home, glancing to be sure the DVD was still on the passenger seat, something I had grabbed from the gay section at the porn shop I worked at, before leaving for the day. 

I took a quick shower and gave myself an enema, my typical ritual before a hot dildo session, making sure I was nice and clean inside. I quickly dried off and then pulled my favorite collar from the lowest drawer and slid it around my neck, latching it tightly. It was just snug enough to tell it was there. It wasn't necessary, but always added that extra erotic touch to sex with myself. I admired my small, naked frame in the mirror and noticed just how feminine I looked. Satisfied, I quickly moved to the living room. I pushed the DVD into the player, turned on the TV, then settled on the futon, my big dildo and lube beside me. 

As the movie started, it jumped right into the action. A jock sat on a bench in a locker room, getting sucked off by a fem ballboy. My cock twitched and I grabbed the lube, squeezed some into my hand and started to work it around my ass, not forgetting to pop a lubed finger in and work some into my aching hole. I worked one finger in and out for a minute, then squirted some more lube as I pushed another finger and finally a third into my now relaxed hole. I grabbed the dildo and squirted some lube on the tip and worked it around. 

I looked up to the movie and the ball boy was now just starting to sit on the jock, reverse cowboy. His hard, uncut cock stood out from his groin and he pulled his balls up for the camera, as he began to work himself down on the jock's thick cock. He grimaced a little from its size, but it didn't take long for him to be sitting comfortable on the jock's lap. He laid back against the jock's chest and started moving up and down, slowly.

I mirrored the action, propping the dildo on the floor below me and slid off the futon, hovering my lubed ass just above the head. I rested my elbow on the futon, perched my sphincter against the head of the fake cock and sat down. The dildo slid into my ass with ease and I rested at the bottom for a moment, then rose and started riding my favorite sex toy. Up and down, I rode the cock, easily faster and harder than the boy rode the jock. I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation. 

Moments later, I heard a door open and my best friend Jon's voice, getting louder, as I came out of my trance.

"Hey man, what's going- Fuuuuck, looks like I caught you at a bad time."

My face turned bright red. I was still sitting on the dildo, my bare, flaccid cock dangling between my legs. 

"Fuck dude, you ever heard of knocking?!" I jumped off the dildo and it fell over with a faint thump. 

"I did, but you didn't answer, so I checked the door and it was unlocked." Jon stood there for a moment, taking stock of the situation. I stood there, still frozen from the sudden intrusion. "You know dude, I've always known you were gay. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"What? I am no―fuck." My voice trailed off. I took a step back and sat down on the futon and buried my face in my hands. "Shit, this is fucking embarrassing. Certainly not the way I ever intended to tell you."

"Dude, it's totally cool with me. Whatever makes you happy, right?" 

Jon paused for a moment. "So, uh, you ever fuck any dudes?"

My face was still in my hands and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. There was no point in hiding my sexuality anymore. "Not exactly. Well, I'm not really into the top thing, but once, I did some guy in college."

I reached down and picked up the dildo. "This is about all that fucks me now." I tossed it to the floor in embarrassed disgust.

"Shit, that sucks. I'd go crazy if I didn't get some trim once in while." He paused again, a little longer this time. "So, I'm curious, have you, uh, ever thought about me like that?" 

My head snapped up. "What? No!" 

"Why not? I'm a good looking guy, right?"

"Well yea, it's just-" I hesitated for a moment. "I mean, you're my best friend, who just happens to be straight, and I wouldn't want to do anything to mess that up." 

"Well, I gotta be honest, I've sometimes fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck around with you. I've thought about asking you, but I figured it's not just about sex, so... But damn, look at you, you're pretty fuckin' cute right now."

"Seriously?"

"Fuck, an ass is an ass as far as I'm concerned. I'd tear that shit up in a heartbeat." Jon grabbed his crotch and laughed. 

"Like here, right now?" I looked up at Jon. My mind started to race and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Sure, why the fuck not. We've known each other forever, why not just be fuck-buddies while we're at it?"

"Uh, I dunno, it seems kinda weird."

"Shit, I'm game if you are..." I glimpsed at Jon's groin, as he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and adjusted himself. 

"Fuck, I'm so tired of this dildo, I could use some real cock for once." I looked up at Jon. "Then get your ass over here and fuck the shit out of me." 

Jon wasted no time. He stripped off his pants and briefs, exposing a long, uncut cock and a massive set of testicles. The size of his flaccid cock surprised me a bit. My tiny cock matched my petite frame, but it was nothing compared to his hog. Even soft, his cock was much longer, I'd guess seven inches easily. It was thick and the foreskin covered the head completely, just like mine. 

"Whoa, that's a big dick." I couldn't help but stare at his massive cock.

"Heh." Jon looked down at my smooth, tiny dick, but didn't say anything. 

Jon moved towards me, his massive dick swaying with each step. He sat next to me on the futon. 

"So, you sure about this?"

I slid off the futon and perched myself in front of him, between his open legs, his cock mere inches from me. His balls were completely shaved and his pubic hair was trimmed short. He smelled fresh and I could see a drop of pre-cum starting to peek out from his foreskin. I looked up at him, right into his eyes. 

Jon's cock twitched. I looked back at it and I could feel my tongue pierce through my clenched lips, getting them wet. His cock leaned to the left as he started to get hard. 

Jon looked down at me. I said nothing, just wrapped my hand around his thick cock and lifted it. It was mostly hard now and had to be easily nine inches, but it still drooped from its own weight. It was warm and heavy, my fingers just barely touched around its girth. I slid back the long foreskin, revealing the dark, purple head. 

I leaned forward and slowly engulfed its softness into my mouth. The ooze of pre-cum from the tip was sweet. Jon hesitantly put one hand around the back of my neck and I started working his cock in and out more fervently, dragging my tongue along the underside of the head with each stroke.

I glanced up at him, his cock in my mouth and he looked right at me. 

"Fuck dude, that feels fucking good. You really know how to work a cock." 

His cock was so delicious and it turned me on that he was enjoying it. The feel of a real cock in my mouth was glorious and I went wild. I worked his fat dick, relishing in the sweet taste. As I held the base with one hand, I worked the tip with my lips, sliding them up one side, then down the other, then back in my mouth to suck on it some more. I rested my other hand on his knee. Any inhibitions about sex with my friend were now completely gone. 

His cock was drenched in my saliva and little streams were beginning to form, stretching towards the floor. I held his dick firmly and slid his slick cock around on my face. I slapped the heavy beast against my face a couple of times.

"Mmm..." I rubbed his cock around on my face, feeling it's warmth and lubing my face with the sweet mixture of my spit and his precum. 

"I fucking LOVE your cock." I stuck the tip near my mouth and start sucking again. I continued like that for a bit more, when I heard Jon mumble, half under his breath.

"Holy shit, stop."

I looked up at Jon, in a trance, one hand still on his cock. His face was tense. A sense of dread came over me suddenly.

"What―what's wrong?" My lips were slick and puffy and I could feel a string of saliva run down my chin. 

"You were about to make me cum and I couldn't hold on anymore." My dread faded.

I jumped back to my spot on the futon and cocked my legs back. 

"Then quick-fuck me now."

Jon relaxed. He jumped in front of me and knelt down, his giant cock even with my waiting, hairless hole. 

"Wait, you want me to wear rubber? I don't exactly have any." Jon glanced around, searching for a box of condoms.

I spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my clean, hairless hole. 

"No, just do me raw." I paused for a moment and looked up at him. "I wanna feel all of that big dick in me."

Jon put one hand in the crook of my leg. He grabbed his huge cock and slid it around the rim of my smooth, lubed hole. He pressed the tip of his cock to my ass. I felt pressure as he started to press in. As he began to enter me, I relaxed and his cock popped in with ease. The head of his cock pressed hard against my prostate and as he slid in further, the pleasure was overwhelming. 

"Nnng." I closed my eyes. I could feel his cock hit me somewhere deep and his smooth testicles rested on my ass. 

"Holy fuck dude, your ass is amazing." Jon pulled back, the tip of his cock just inside the ring of my sphincter, and held it there for a second.

I looked back up at him. I grabbed his hips and pulled him hard into me, rocking the frame of the futon. His hands pressed firmly on my thighs as he took heed and tore into my ass with his dick. I could feel the thickness of his cock fill my rectum with each stroke. 

I glanced at Jon's cock going in and out of my ass and then closed my eyes again, lost in the numbness of pleasure. Each stroke rubbed against my prostate and made my cock throb. Precum was draining from the tip and dribbling on my stomach. My cock ached, as I felt near-orgasm sensations with each stroke.

"Fuck this dude, turn around." Jon pulled out, his slick cock bobbing back and forth.

I slid off the futon and kneeled, resting my arms on the floor. My head on my arms, I pushed my ass into the air. I could feel my relaxed hole pulsing as I eagerly waited for him to enter me again.

Jon moved in behind me and I could feel his big hand on my ass, his thumb on my anus, spreading my hole open. Only a moment passed and I felt his cock pressing against me. I relaxed and pushed back firmly against him and swallowed his cock to the hilt in one quick motion. 

"Damn, you little slut." Jon chuckled. 

"Shit, you know it." I responded by sliding nearly off his cock and slamming back against his groin. Jon stayed still while I moved on his fat cock. 

"That's it, ride that big dick."

"Gawd, your cock feels so fucking good." I felt so full, but all I wanted was more of his huge cock. I rode his dick wildly, like a bitch in heat.

Jon gripped my ass firmly with both hands and pulled me back on his cock. I moaned as I felt his cock hit the back of my rectum again. With each long stroke, he'd pause just before pulling all the way out, then yank me back hard, my ass hitting his groin, his smooth balls slapping against mine. Out almost all the way, then hard back in. 

"Oooh...fuck...yes... Pound my ass."

I was absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. My nipples were hard and ached. I reached up and pinched one as hard as I could. With each hard stroke, my cock throbbed from the sensation and I could feel the cum welling up in my balls. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" 

Jon continued to tear into my ass, now one foot on the floor. His big hands gripped my round ass cheeks firmly as he pushed and pulled my ass back and forth on his cock. Seconds later, my cock exploded, spraying cum on the floor below me. Jon kept pounding me while I came, his huge cock filling me with each stroke, my ass tightening with each pulse of my huge orgasm. 

"Fuck, I can feel that, your ass is so tight. I'm about to cum."

"Don't cum in me, I want to eat your cum!" I quickly slid off his cock and turned around. I sat back on my feet. I could feel something dribbling out of my stretched hole.

"Grab my hair, feed me your cum."

Jon stood up and grabbed his cock. He put the other hand on the top of my head, scrunched my hair, tilting it back and held me there firmly. 

I opened my mouth wide and put my tongue up to the tip of his cock. 

"You want it? Here it comes." 

I stared up at him and could feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat as it surged deep into my mouth. I leaned forward and engulfed his pulsing cock, milking every last drop of his bittersweet sauce.

When he was done, he released my head and I let his cock pop out from between my slick lips. My asshole was still loose from his big dick. I wiped a bit of cum from the side of my mouth and licked it off my finger. 

"Thanks, I uh, I really needed that." I hesitated for a moment. "Sorry if it got a little weird or anything, I was just really into it and ― I guess I kinda like it rough." 

"Shit, that was probably one of the best fucks of my life." Jon's sat down on the futon, his big cock beginning to soften. 

"Really?" 

"Yea, no fuckin' joke. That ass of yours is amazing and when you said 'Feed me your cum', I fuckin' lost it right there."

"Well, it does taste delicious. Next time, you can cum in my ass." I chuckled a bit.

We both sat there, not sure what to say. I glanced at Jon's cock, which seemed to be getting hard again. I imagined his thick cock pouring cum deep into my ass and I felt my own cock pulse at the thought.

"So, uh, you mind if I stay here tonight?" Jon broke the silence. "Kim's outta town, so I got no reason to go home."

"Uh, sure, but I only have the one bed and this futon is not very comfortable."

"That's cool, I doubt we'll be doing much sleeping anyway." Jon cracked a huge grin and winked.

I slid over and perched myself in front of Jon. I pushed him back on the futon and lifted his heavy cock. 

It was going to be a long night for sure...



Sex Toy & Dildo



I named my cats Dildo and Sex Toy. I don't know why. One was a female cat with her parts "altered" so that we would have no kitties, the other a male cat with all his toys intact. I somehow felt it was cruel to castrate a cat for the fact of his being born male. I find it odd that anyone bothers to alter the males since they can't have unwanted kitties. Anyhow, that was a digression. This is about how I took Tiffany against her will, I think.

Tiffany was my next-door neighbor. Call her the haughty chick. She had that air of better than thouness about her. She wore high fashion clothes. She wore dark shades. She held her nose at that aloof angle. She usually dressed in mostly black. She may have worked. It was hard to tell. She drove a snotty red convertible. She dripped trust fund from her pores. Her dog was the haughty dog. It was one of those ultra purebred schnauzers. It held its nose high in the air and pooped ever so delicately as not to stain its own fur. It would strut out Tiffany's front door, look about, sniff the air, gloat at neighbor dogs, strut to a spot on my front stoop, then deposit its business. Of course Tiffany couldn't care less that we lived in a town with a pooper-scooper rule. Your dog poops, you clean up. That was the rule. No exceptions. The haughty dog, as I took to calling it, pooped on my porch day after day. Did Tiffany once come over and clean up the poopie mess? No. 

This is one of those stories that makes you wonder about big government and where our taxes go. Animal control told me they could do nothing unless they witnessed the haughty dog in the act. Animal control has one officer who rides around in his truck when the mood strikes him. Local police said they could only write a misdemeanor citation if they witnessed the act and they had no plans to stake out my neighborhood to watch a dog poop. I left Tiffany more than one note politely inviting her to clean up after her dog, and the notes went unanswered. Most times Tiffany watched the haughty dog poop on my stoop from the safety of her own front door. I got the impression after a while that Tiffany actually had trained the haughty dog to poop on my porch and in my yard to save Tiffany the trouble of having to clean up the mess in her own yard. What a bitch.

So one Tuesday, when I was cleaning Sex Toy's and Dildo's kitty poop out of their litter boxes, I collected the kitty poop and deposited it on Tiffany's porch. Kind of an in-kind return of what the haughty dog gave me on a daily basis. Tiffany, the bitch, put the kitty poop back on my porch that night. She took one of those little kid beach sets with a shovel and pail. She picked up the kitty poop, put it in the pail, and dumped the whole pail load across the welcome mat on my front porch. She could see that I was watching the little drama unfold from my living room picture window. What is worse, while she was on my porch dumping kitty poop, her haughty dog dropped by and deposited another load of its pretty poop on my stoop as well. Tiffany actually stood and watched the haughty dog strut over to my porch and poop. Tiffany was careful to step around the fresh dog poop when she had finished dumping the kitty poop on my welcome mat.

I went over the edge at that moment. Tiffany is a small woman. She stands maybe 5'2". Dripping wet she might weigh 100 pounds. She is ball breaking hot, in that heroin chic kind of way. She has dark brown eyes, alabaster white skin, and nearly black hair. She may once have been goth. She usually wears that dark almost purple lipstick.

I stormed out my door and caught up with Tiffany as she reached her front door.

"Bitch." I said.

"Are you addressing me?" She asked. She arched her brow.

"Bitch," I repeated. "Dog poop." I pointed at my stoop.

"Not a typical greeting," She replied. "But hello. May I help you? My name's Tiffany."

I had that feeling you get when trapped in the voice mail system of a credit card company. Press 1 for no help, press 2 for less help, press 3 to wreck your credit report and cause us to raise your interest rate.

"Dog poop on my porch." I pointed more insistently.

"Well you should clean it up." Her reply. "Someone might step in it. Very unfriendly way to greet neighbors with dog poop on your stoop."

"It's your dog's poop."

"But it would seem to be on your stoop. And it does make an unsightly and unsanitary mess." She replied. "You should clean that up."

I am not a man usually provoked to violence but Tiffany had just, more or less, walked her dog over to my porch and watched him poop on my stoop. She then had the gall to walk home and tell me to clean up her mess. This is the essence of outrage.

She was about to step into her house and end the conversation, but before she could close her door I pushed my way in and shoved her into her living room.

"What are you doing?" she asked as a tone of incredulity crept into her voice.

I pushed her to her floor. Her face wore a look of dismay tinged with anticipation.

In a fit of—I will show you that you are a total bitch—rage I undid my fly and pulled out my penis and started to pee—on her face. I think she was too shocked to move, or maybe not. The haughty dog yipped. I wanted to kick it, but that would be cruel, so I just aimed a shot of pee at the dog and it scurried away to hide lest manpee somehow sully his fur.

I think to mock me, Tiffany opened her mouth to drink in the pee stream. She took on that look of a child on a playground saying, "nah nah nah, you can't hurt me I rather like drinking your pee."

"Bitch," I said, as she seemed to savor the pee.

At this moment the logic of this kind of story would dictate that I dropped trow and moved to poo on her face—trade poop for poop as it were—but I am not that trusting of a dismayed unrestrained woman on her back whose face has taken on a mocking tone while she drinks my pee. My rational brain told me that this woman would smack my balls, or do something to hurt me were I to squat over her face to take a dump, not that my rational brain had been speaking when I chose to pee on her face in the first place, or that I had listened to it had it said anything..

I grabbed her wrists, I am quite a big bigger and stronger than her so her struggles didn't really mean much to me, and I dragged her in search of some restraints.

"You will have to wipe up the pee on the floor. I don't like a mess." Was all she said.

"Bitch."

We reached her bedroom. I used a pair of stockings and the cord from her laptop computer to bind her wrists. I pulled her arms above her head and lashed them to a bedpost. At this point it dawned on me that while the local sheriff may not have had the time to come out and write a citation for dog poop, I was deep enough into a major felony that the sheriff might find time to talk with me. Well, if I was going to spend the next many years in a cell sharing my man butt with a smelly guy named "bubba," I could at least have fun tonight.

I moved to pull off her skirt.

"Don't rip it." Tiffany's command. "It's an EliseElise and they cost a lot. Be sure to fold it."

"Bitch."

I eased the skirt off gently. Tiffany wore the cutest black thong and had really tight strong legs shaved achingly smooth. I went to work on the blouse but realized that I would have to rip it since her hands were bound.

"If you rip the blouse you buy me a new one." Tiffany's only words.

I ripped the blouse.

Tiffany wasn't wearing a bra as she has the chest of an eighteen-year-old boy. Her pink aureole and nipples are the size of dimes. When aroused, aureole is swallowed whole by nipple and the nipples poke out like angry grapes. 

I pulled down her panties and thought I would die laughing. She had the cutest trimmed pussy. She looked groomed for a model's fashion shoot. No real woman's pussy is that cute or so neatly coifed. All the hair was shaved away from top of her large pussy lips to her tight puckered asshole. A little runway of uniform quarter-inch hairs ran up from above her clit. The strip was narrow with the skin on both sides neatly shaved and desperately smooth. This was a high maintenance puss.

I pointed and said, "how tidy," with a sarcastic bite to my words. "What a pretty pussy," I made a sharp biting "t" sound on the word pretty.

"Of course," her nonchalant reply.

I stripped off my pants and shirt, dropped my boxers and was ready to plow some ground.

"Lick," she ordered with an indignant tone. "If you intend to put that huge thing in me," she pointed with her foot at my dick, "I expect to be very wet. Very very wet. That's much too big to go in unless I am very wet."

I was struck by how odd the moment felt. I was getting revenge for her dog's poop habits. I wanted to cause her pain, much pain. I had just shoved my way into her home, peed in her mouth, tied her to a bed, and it seemed the whole time she was ordering me around. Don't rip this, fold that, aim the pee in my mouth and now lick me silly... 

"Bitch," was all I said as I dove in and began to lick. And I don't know why I did that.

I lapped away with a sense of urgency, not so much to make her cum, but because I knew the sooner I got her wet, the sooner I could shove my big dick deep inside her to make my point. I was working her to a medium lather when all of a sudden she seemed to overflow with moisture. I had heard of females who ejaculate, and I wondered if she was one of those women, and if my tongue was so good as to have turned her puss into Niagara Falls. I felt this warm stream on my tongue. Then it dawned on me she was pissing in my mouth. It was like the cat poop all over.

I stuck my head up.

"You're pissing in my mouth."

"So." All she said. "And you stopped licking, why?" She had this totally nonplussed look on her face as if she expected me to lick and drink while she emptied her bladder.

I didn't really know why I had stopped licking. This seemed all wrong.

I moved up to her chest. I sucked one of her nipples, then the other.

"Suck my boytit," she cooed. "Suck it harder. Bite it. Yeah that's it. Take my flat boytit in your mouth. You love my flat boytit don't you."

She bucked as I sucked her nipples. She squirted another jet of pee from between her legs.

I couldn't wait any longer and had to put my raging hardon into her quivering puss even if it meant risking pee fountain. I aimed my cock at the pretty pussy. I was still outraged about the dog poop. 

I am not a small man by any means. And my cock is well above average. I thought, as small as she was, I would have to go slow to avoid damage. I may have a temper, but I am not cruel. I was sure all of my dick would not fit. A bunch of women can't take all of it. I gently slid the head into the opening and pushed.

"I can't feel it, give me more." She said mockingly as I slid the first five inches inside what felt like a vise. Why I hadn't gagged her, I wondered.

"All of it, I want it all now." She continued in a casual yet insistent almost school marm sing songy tone.

I rammed home the other four very thick inches as hard as you can when it feels as if you are squeezing your dick through one of those old maytag washer laundry rollers. I am sure the unabridged dictionary has a picture of Tiffany's twat to illustrate "tight pussy."

She kept calling out instructions as I tried my darndest to give her a hard fuck.

"Harder... slower... faster... all the way in... all the way out... on beat... one, two, one, two... slower, slower, ease off, now harder, on count, one, two, one two... " 

I rowed crew in college and she reminded me of our coxswain calling the cadence as we would pull harder to a finish. Her hips bucked to meet my thrusts and her pussy squeezed and relaxed as if it was milking my dick like a cow teet. Her puss was as wet as Niagara and it wasn't pee at this point. I thrust for all I was worth and made her take every one of my thick nine inches.

"Wait, harder, harder, I'm cumming. Harder, harder, all the way, all the way, I'm cumming. Yes. Make me cum. Yes. I want that whole fucking dick now. I am cumming. God yes."

I forced my way into her house. I pissed in her mouth. I planned to poop on her face to make a point about dog poop. I tied her up. I was raping her with likely the largest cock she ever had. And here she is calling out a cadence and cumming like a banshee.

I tensed to cum.

She felt the difference in how I moved.

"If you are cumming, I want it in my mouth. Now." She barked the order. "My mouth now. My mouth now."

I obliged. Who knows why. I stuffed my dickhead into her mouth as I shot a couple of huge loads of thick sperm.

"Yum yum." She said as she eagerly swallowed it all.

I wanted to make a point about being neighborly and here Miss Tiffany Heroin Chic had just cum like a banshee and gushed about the taste of my sperm.

"Poop?" she asked. "Hadn't you wanted to poop on my face yet?" It was like she read my mind and couldn't get enough. "You have to want to poop on me too."

"Uh, no not tonight." All I could manage to say. I got the feeling I better be heading home and clean up the dog poop on my stoop all by my own little self.

I got up and dressed.

Tiffany was still tied to the bed.

She arched her back and lifted her butt in the air.

"I can poop for you," She said. I was amazed as she shot a little piece of shit out of her butt onto the bed.

I just looked, smiled and finished dressing.

"Don't worry about me," Her voice took on a disappointed tone, "Haughty dog can gnaw through the stockings pretty quick. He's really well trained." 

I left her tied to the bed. I walked home. I took a shovel and cleaned up the dog poop. No sheriff that night. No sheriff the next day. No sheriff all week. But every day the haughty dog pooped on my stoop. On Saturday a receipt appeared in my mailbox for an EliseElise blouse along with a receipt for, as it read on the receipt, "cleaning manpee from living room carpet." That was too much for me. I walked over to her stoop, dropped my pants, squatted, and took a dump. I walked home wondering what would happen next. We had the whole weekend for paybacks.



Sex Toy Marathon



It had been a few weeks since we had sex, and I was wet with anticipation. I entered the bedroom, wearing a strapless, white lace body stocking, with a sexy blue and black silk tank top and shorts over it. 

My lover looked very hot in the sexy black silk thong with chrome studs adorning the front pouch. The porn movie that was playing, showed a lovely woman being DP'd by two very well endowed men. I said, "Wow! It looks like she's definitely enjoying herself"! He readily agreed, and told me that I would be doing the same, very shortly!

I stood at the side of the bed, running my hands over silky material covering my breasts. My lover asked me to put some nipple jewelry on, so I pulled off the silky top, revealing the top of the strapless body stocking that was covering my 40D breasts. I slid the top down over my breasts, and began caressing my nipples making them nice and hard. I put the jewelry on, nice and tight, so that they would stay on. Man, were my protruding nipples ever so sensitive! 

I slipped off the silky shorts, and lay on the bed beside him. I couldn't help but play with my sensitive nubs, while watching the hot scene playing on the TV. With a devious look on his face, my lover said, "Let's see just how hot you can get". He held out his hand to show me a nipple clamp that had other jewelry dangling from hit. He told me that he was going to attach it the barbell that pierced the hood of my clit. I began trembling a little, as he moved between my legs to concentrate on adding the extra jewelry. As the jewelry was being attached, I could feel my pussy juice oozing down toward my asshole. Once it was attached, he marveled at how wet I was. With the tight nipple jewelry, and the added clit jewelry, my body was visibly quivering!

He spread my juices around and moved up so he could suck on my hard nipples. Then he began to slowly insert the purple jelly anal beads into my asshole. My lover loves to see me in ecstasy. As he slowly slid several of the beads inside of me, his expression indicated that he was truly enjoying my reactions. As I began to have a real hard orgasm, be pulled the beads back out. "Oh my God", I exclaimed! As I was cumming, he began tonguing my asshole, which further enhanced this great orgasm. Suddenly, the beads were being reinserted, and his mouth was eagerly lapping at the juices flowing from my pussy. 

When I came down a bit from my orgasm, he began to work an 8" Realistic dildo into my pussy. Just imagine! My nipples are highly sensitized by the jewelry, my clit is singing with the added weight of the extra jewelry, there are several anal beads in my ass, and now my pussy is being pounded by 8 inches of ramming dildo! My orgasms were continuous, one after the other, and each at a new height!

Suddenly, the anal beads are pulled out of my ass, and my lover begins to slowly insert a 6 - inch vibrating dong into my asshole. I am just exploding with bliss at this point! He begins to pound my ass with this dong, while simultaneously working the 8 - inch dildo in and out of my pussy. When he starts tonguing my protruding clitoris, I can't resist caressing my rock hard nipples! Wow! Then, he pulls the dildo out of my ass, and replaces it with the 8 " Realistic. I just love the feel as it slides into my asshole. He gets onto his knees and slides his big, fat, hard, cock slowly into my pussy! I reach under my to hold the dildo in my ass, so he can really start to stroke my pussy. As we get hotter and hotter, I begin stroking the dildo in and out of my asshole, and he starts to really pound my hot pussy, we both start cumming at the same time. We are just grinding our crotches together for several minutes. God it was great!

We were both in need of a break after cumming so hard, so we cleaned up, and put on some fresh lingerie. This time I put on a black lace body stocking. My lover put on a black ball holder with cock ring, which looked great. 

My body was still humming, and I was ready for more. Another hardcore movie was on, and it was making me hot! All I could think about was which toys I'd like to use this time. I told him that I was going to play for a while, and when he had rested enough to let me know, so I could enjoy sucking his delicious cock. He just chuckled! I slid a 5" rippled butt plug into my ass, shoved a 7 1/2 " red jelly dong into my pussy. While stroking the dong in and out of my hot cunt, I held the Trojan Torch against my clitoris. I was cumming in seconds. I kept this up for several orgasms. 

Watching me cum so much enticed my lover to help me out. He took control of slamming the dildo in and out of my hot pussy. Finally, he swung around so I could lick and suck his cock and balls, while he continued to pound my pussy. Sucking cock always makes me even hotter. He really enjoyed it when I ran the vibrating Trojan Torch over his cock and balls. He was really working my pussy well! I came so hard that I pushed the dildo out of my pussy. He couldn't resist sucking up all of the tasty juices.

I reached for the cinnamon Good Head Gel, and put some in the back of my mouth. I handed my hot lover the Anal Probe, and he slid it into my hot ass, giving it a couple of nice strokes for good measure. I then moved between his legs and squirted the bubble gum flavored lube on his cock, and began to lustfully lick and suck his thick, hard, cock. While I'm pleasuring my man, the handle of the Anal Probe is swinging back and forth due to my ass squirming around uncontrollably. The resulting sensations are great! Before long, I could feel my pussy juice running down over my clit. I'm cumming almost continuously. Sucking cock always makes my juices flow.

Finally he rolls me on my back and sucks up the sweet juices. Then he pulls one of my legs up and across my body and slams his hard cock into my pussy. God, I just love this position! After a few minutes his cock stroking in and out of my hot pussy, he grabs the handle of the anal probe, and starts to work it in and out while still fucking me. My pussy clamped down so hard that he had to cum! When I felt his hot sperm splashing inside me, it made me orgasm to a higher state. It was great for both of us!

We were both worn out after this sex toy marathon. We had a great time, used a lot of our toys, and I just came, and came, and came. I've discovered that I have a hard time recounting exactly what transpired during these hot sessions. I've attributed it to being in an almost constant state of orgasmic bliss! My lover helped me remember some of the details, in order for me to be able to share this with you. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and that it has made you hot, horny, and ready for action!



Sex Toy Party and More



One day while on the phone with a friend, she mentioned an acquaintance of ours having a sex toy party. The only rules were no kids and no men. I asked if she knew who to contact about scheduling one. She gave me the information and I set a date and called friends to invite.

On the day of the party I reminded my husband of the party and the time. He said whatever and waved as he left for work.

People started showing up at 6:00 ready to check out the goods. I figured looking at toys all night we would need alcoholic beverages. The drinking began and about an hour later the show was starting.

A couple of the toys looked too intimidating for any of us to be interested in. Sally, the lady with the merchandise holds up a pair of leather vibrating panties. Someone asked how discreet this contraption was. Sally turned on the vibrator and nobody heard a thing. About four of us jumped up at the same time wanting to check it out. We are wives and mothers so we have to keep our stress level down right? 

My friend Lucy asked for a demonstration before ordering one. Sally asked if there were any volunteers willing to show us all how it worked. Tammy isn't much of a drinker and was feeling brave after having several drinks. She raises her hands and off to the restroom to change she goes. A few minutes later she comes out in nothing but the panties. She waited until she was in front of us all before turning it on. It didn't take long to realize the panties were a success. Tammy lay down in the middle of the room and in no time she was squirming in pleasure. There was no doubt an orgasm was brewing as she yelled and started bucking her hips. The only thing heard in the room was Tammy breathing hard and rapid as she started calming down. She bought one after that.

Next was a vibrator that could be put in the vagina and backdoor at the same time. It had three speeds and was very flexible. A few people were interested in this and placed orders. Sally had saved the newest and biggest toy for last. We all took a break giving her a few minutes to set up. As we entered the living room we all stopped and stared at my coffee table. On it was an up and down gyrating vibrator and clit massager. This was the toy to beat all the rest. It had suction cups for the table display or could just be held. Sally informed us the best way to see what it did was to get on. My best friend, Karla started stripping in front of everyone and told Sally to turn it on. As the toy came alive so did Karla, moaning and rolling her head back and forth like it was her first time. Watching her was making the rest of us wet.

In the heat of the moment and demonstration, I went to the other toys displayed and picked up an anal stimulator. I got behind Karla and started playing with her arse. Karla wanted the speed turned up a notch. I never thought I could get so wet watching a female on a toy. I left Karla alone long enough to get a toy and cure my own itch. Following raging hormones, the other women also lost their clothing and gained a toy. 

My husband didn't pay any attention to my words earlier that morning. He arrived in the midst of our getting off and not to our knowledge at first. He had come thru the side door to the garage. He stopped at the door leading into our living room when he heard moaning. Looking thru our lace curtain, he saw all of us naked and pleasuring ourselves and each other with toys. Seeing all that pussy and self pleasuring made him hard. He figured in the garage no one was around so he could take care of his erection without anyone knowing. He took out his dick and started stroking. As he picked up the pace he let his guard down. His hand slipped and hit the door. One of the girls closest to the door heard this and looked up. She saw James barely visible thru the curtain. Not wanting to let him know he had been spotted, Suzy crawled over to me. Acting like she was licking my ear, she informed me of the peeping tom. I glanced towards the door and saw my husbands face smashed against the glass trying to take in the whole scene.

Knowing some of the women would rather have the real thing, I asked who wanted a meaty substitute in place of a plastic toy. Several faces had a questioning look as I walked towards the door. I opened the door before James could put his pecker away. We all saw his thick long dick sticking straight out. Karen, my neighbor, spoke first. She admitted she had wanted to sample that for some time now. I told her tonight was her only night but all fucking, sucking, and licking had to be done in front of everyone. She willing agreed as she went to James. Not saying a word she went to her knees and started giving my spouse a slobbering blowjob. I don't know if James was close to cumming before he was spotted or the audience but it didn't take long for him to grab Karen's head and hold it tight as he sprayed the back of her throat. 

Giving him an ovation, I asked which pussy he wanted to eat first. He said he had another idea. I was sent to the kitchen to get a timer. We were told there was a 2 minute time limit. If you got off while he was eating you great but if not too bad next person was up. Suzy led the pack since she spotted him. She didn't take but a minute and a half thanking the gods for moving the earth. Next was Karla, her time was up with no climax. As she got up, one of the other girls followed her and completed the task of getting her off. Nobody went unlicked as girls ate girls and my husband ate us all. 

At the end of the pussy eating, one friend boldly went to my husband and mounted his dick. She rode to her orgasm in no time. As she got up, another woman knelt down licking all the pussy juice Karla left behind.

Sally was still dressed but had started rubbing herself thru her clothes. She is a widow that hasn't had any attention in quite some time. She isn't ugly by any means she just doesn't do frills so she is rather plain looking. James gets up after he has been cleaned and heads towards Sally. He undresses her and leads her to the couch. She lay back and her legs were spread. It was obvious she was horny as her pussy shined with juice. James starts with her boobs. Pulling on one nipple at a time with his teeth, his hand goes to her mound and starts rubbing it. As his finger finds her clit she sucks in her breath as pleasure runs thru her. His finger enters her smoothly, going in and out. He lowers his head to her box and starts circling her clit with his tongue. Her moans become louder than the toys as she gets closer to her orgasm. Holding his head tight at her crotch she starts fucking his face. Just as she starts to get off, James backs up and for the first time in our lives, we see a woman squirt all over. Her body convulses for some time as she calms down. Just as she thinks it is over, James finger strokes her velvety inside causing her back to arch as another wave of pleasure hits her body. Wanting to show her appreciation she pleasures James with a blowjob. I didn't think he could get it up again but he proved me wrong as he stood fully erect and ready. When he shot his load, Sally grabbed his ass cheeks swallowing every drop he pumped out. She then proceeded to lick up anything she left behind.

By the end of the night all the toys had been tested as well as my husband and his very stimulating abilities. Tammy asked when I was having another party. I told her next time was a different house and husband.

Closing the door, I gave James a piece of paper with a number on it. Sally had passed it to me asking if she might be able to borrow him soon for another shot at squirting. I said I had no problem with that as long as I got to watch and try out her new toy. She winked and said no problem. I have never had a party that everyone left very satisfied.



Sex Toy Sales Girl



I was in the shower stroking my cock, thinking about Mrs. Henderson, my very demanding boss, when the doorbell rang.

I cursed, there was something about the fall: charities, religious nuts, environmentalists, rug salesmen, they all came out to fucking ring my door bell just as I was getting in the mood. This was the second time today.

I didn't stop to get dressed. I grabbed a towel and stomped to the front door. I didn't care if it was the god-dammed Girl Guides.

I wanted to put up a sign like: IF I DON'T KNOW YOU, DON'T EVEN FUCKING RING THE BELL!!! But my girlfriend wouldn't let me. We have to open to the world, she says. She's so open she's never here. But I always do what she tells me: I guess I like it when she tells me to do stuff.

I jerked open the door and growled: "Yeah?"

There looking up at me from the stairs was the most frightened little thing I've ever seen. She was a little younger than me, in her late twenties with her long black hair in pig-tales. Large black rimmed glasses perched on her little snub nose and a large shapeless blouse didn't quite hide her large breasts. The gray wool skirt that ended just below her knees matched the blouse and the glasses but the fish net stocking with a black line down the back seemed out of place. Her footwear was funky: the chunkiest black boots with five inch heels which made her look even more off balance than she already was, looking up at me.

I realized the towel I grabbed was pretty small and it was only just doing its job. I held it closer and brushed some soap bubbles off my wash- board stomach with my other hand.

"Oh, sorry." I ducked a little behind the door. "Can I help you?"

"I was wondering, sir..." Her voice was a faint whisper that trailed off.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering sir..." She looked at my shoulders, glistening and wet, then at her feet. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in some of Badalon's fine products." She waved her hand at the steamer trunk sitting on its side beside her. There were no wheels. The poor kid probably had to drag it down the street. I saw sweat trickling down the side of her face. I never let salespeople into my house. I mean, it's not only a rule, it's a creed. But all of a sudden all that was overturned. And to be honest it probably wasn't out of kindness.

"Sure," I say, opening the door, but trying to keep the racier parts of me behind it. I couldn't believe I was letting her in, but she was just so pathetic.

Her face lit up and she dragged the trunk up the stairs and to the door. She turned around and pulled the case over the door jam, her prominent ass almost in my lap, when I realized I better get something on.

"You can get set up in the living room," I said over my shoulder, pointing in the general direction as I headed down the hall to the bathroom to get my robe.

She stood in the door way with a big grin on her face watching me go. In the bathroom I realized she had probably been checking out my bare ass.

With my robe on and the belt safely cinching down my eager-like- a-dog-bone boner, I walked into the living room and realized what I'd forgotten: the magazines.

They'd been left on the coffee table in front of the couch where I'd been using them last. Opened to my favorite girls. Large breasts. Kneeling. Being done by two guys. Spanking a guy. Being felt up by multiple hands in a phone booth. Orgasmic. Sticky.

My girlfriend doesn't like them much, but that's okay, they're only needed when she away and I try not to succumb to the phone sex ads.

The girl, whose name I realized I didn't even know, put the steamer trunk down in the middle of the room. She was standing right over the magazines, hands on her hips, looking at them and frowning.

"Sorry!" I slipped around her and gathered up the glossy pages. I imagine there was still the smell of cum in the air.

"Those are yours?" She sounded like she was going to faint.

"Ah...well...yes," I said, reddening.

"Do you have a wife?" She had this wide eyed look like a married man wouldn't still have all the lusts of a single man. She was twirling one of her pigtails in her hand. Did this girl get out much?

"I live with my girlfriend. Look I'm sorry. I forgot they were-"

"And you still need these?" She reached out and pulled the magazines from my hands, loosening my robe as she did. She started flipping through them, gasping at a woman tied naked to a tree, being whipped by a birch bough.

"Well... I don't know if I need-"

She flipped open the Hooters magazine to a woman being sprayed with the cum of four men. The woman had her arms over her head and was laughing, like she was in a rainstorm.

"Does that make you hard?" She rolled her 'r' on hard. She looked angry. "I know you men," she spat. "You want to see as much tits and pussy as you can."

She rolled up the magazine and struck me across the chest.

"In fact, I bet you invited me in because you were hoping to cheat on your poor girlfriend and fuck some poor helpless sales-girl!"

I backed up, holding my hands in front of my face in case she started hitting again. First she was a mouse, now she was a tiger!

"No, I swear, I was just sorry for you," I said. She didn't look happy with that comment. I realized there was a cool breeze across my body from the open window. My robe was open. My cock, long and hard, with a giant swelling head was pointing right at her like prime pussy detector.

"Rapist!" she yelled and then she grabbed my balls, hard, her long black nails digging in. "You act innocent with smut lying around your home," she panted. "And then you thrust your swollen member at me!"

She tugged threateningly.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't just pull this off and give it to your girlfriend with the story of how you lost it."

"I'll be good," I gulped. "I'll do whatever you say. Buy whatever you want." She squeezed harder still, her hand was incredibly strong. My balls were being squashed flat. "My credit card is by the phone!"

She laughed and twisted my balls to make me fall onto the couch. I blacked out.

*************

When I came to my hands were both in velvet lined cuffs attached together by a slender stainless steel chain which was looped over the living room chandelier. I was standing up and my robe was gone. I was naked, my cock limp and little red nail marks on my balls were throbbing.

She was standing beside me.

"Who are you?" I tried to bring my arms down to cover myself, but the chain was too short.

"My name is Shelley Apple. I'm the sales representative for this here burb." Her voice was loud and clear, and a little deeper now. She was in complete control. She traced her hand down my back and then abruptly smacked my ass. "Don't bother trying to get free. The shackles and chain are very strong, and I'd say your chandelier could hold up to two hundred and fifty pounds with the beam it's secured into."

She stepped in front of me and opened the trunk. Then she started to unbutton her blouse and continue her strange sales pitch.

"Your girlfriend now owns the shackles and chain, a gift from you. In fact," she said, opening her blouse to reveal her large round knockers. "She'll own everything I decide to use on you this afternoon."

"You sell sex toys!" I was furious. "You berate me for girly mags and you sell fucking S&M gear!"

"No," she said, dropping her blouse onto the couch. "I'm selling sex tools because of men like you."

"What?" I swung towards her, her breasts had deep brown aureole that were turning me on. Or maybe it was being tied up.

"You men are the sluts in the world. You'd fuck every woman that made your cock twitch if you could. That's why I'm needed."

She reached around and unzipped her skirt. She laid it beside her blouse. The fish net stockings went to nearly the top of her inner thigh. She was wearing an odd thong, made of leather straps that snaked out between her cheeks and around and down to her pussy. There was some sort of clip there...

There was a riding crop in her hand that drew my attention to it the moment she lifted it out of the trunk. She walked around behind me and raised it into the air.

"I'm here because you horny fucking men need to be trained, and trained firmly." The leather crop sliced hard across my ass leaving a slice of burning flesh. I screamed in surprise. I couldn't believe how much it hurt. She tossed the crop onto the couch.

"Don't worry," she said. "You won't see that again until your girlfriend comes home and sees how much you've spent."

She circled back in front of me, strutting and smiling.

"Ah, we have a winner." I looked down in surprise, my cock was fully erect, a direct line from my burning bottom to my dong. "So I wasn't mistaken," she said. "You are a fine specimen. But I knew you needed training when you came to the door all soapy and naked and lip-smackingly engorged."

She pulled a book out of the trunk and held it up to me. There was a man with a dog collar around his neck kissing a slender female hand that was holding his leash. The title read: How to train your PUSSY SLAVE.

"I'll put it here for her to find," she dropped it on top of all my porno-magazines.

"It's very thorough," she said, slipped up close to me, her breasts brushing my chest, her eyes looking deep into mine. "For example, how to play with your boy's nipples." She grabbed both of mine and gave them a furious tugging. I groaned, it was like there was nothing she could do to me that didn't make me more horny. Then slowly, with delicate little tonguings she licked and sucked each nub till they were so hard and erect and swollen.

"How to mark your man." She dragged her claws down my back and across my buttocks. I could feel the red tracks each finger and thumbnail left.

"How to look so innocent they won't hardly have a chance." She blinked her eyes through her big black glasses and shook her head back and forth to let her pig tales gently whip my chest.

"How to administer punishments that are pleasurable." She took out a white whip made up of hundreds of soft threads. First she started with my bottom, then my back. It felt like feathers when she trailed the tips across and when she wound up and start giving me stroke after stroke the impact was considerable, but not burning like the leather crop, it was like a giant hand. Then she came around to my front.

"Still so big." She trailed the fibers across my chest and then slowly began to whip me, letting the threads curl round my dong and then tugged it free - again and again and again, till I was panting and sighing with every lashing.

"And it is always important to know how to give rewards." She knelt down in front of me and wrapped both hands around my cock.

"Gosh, honey. It makes me so happy that you save all your cum for me!" she said brightly, looking at me with big eyes. "I'll suck your big dick all the time if only you'll be good."

And then she began to suck, suck deeply on my cock. At first only with the head in her mouth, milking the cum and then deeper, and deeper till my balls were bouncing on her chin. She was a sword swallower!

And as she sucked her hands fondled my ass and as I spread my legs, she began to stroke my asshole. I groaned - I really was going to cum.

She pulled back her head and laughed as I thrust at her helplessly.

"Oh, and of course last but not least," she said, wiping her mouth and reaching into the trunk. She pulled out two more items. "This is something every woman should have to let her pussy slave know whose boss."

In her left hand was a tube of K-Y.

In her right hand was an 8 1/2 inch purple dildo.

"No!"

"Mmmm...you should start small and work your way up, but I feel like I need to show you exactly what kind of pleasure your girl-friend is getting." She stroked my quivering long-john.

"But I don't go in for that!"

"Oh, you were enjoying my stroking just a little while ago!" She snapped the dill onto her belt so it projected almost naturally out of her pussy. It was purple with a smooth torpedo head and a thick shaft that only tapered slightly. She thrummed it with her hand. My jaw dropped as I watched it vibrate like some giant rattler.

"It's like breaking a stallion," she said, squeezing K-Y onto the dong and then coating the tip carefully with her finger. "And I'm no Horse Whisperer." She grinned. "Once I show you how much you like it then you'll be the pussy slave of whoever's got the cock between her legs." With that she walked behind me and grasped my hips.

"Spread 'em, cowboy!" And whether I wanted to or not, she pulled back my hips and had my ass in the air like ever-eager slut I was. Oh fuck, what the hell was happening?

"You just let that breath out and relax now," she whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, I know how to treat my sluts..."

I sighed.

The chilly dildo head kissed my asshole with blissful delight.

"Oh! Holly Shit!" I tried to struggle but only managed to push her deeper into my ass.

Shelley Apple was moaning herself and slapping my ass and encouraging my bucking.

"You see the dildo is attached to a vibrator that works with the strokes. Oh my! it's fucking effective." It was true, with every thrust I heard a deep humming sound rise and fall. She started thrusting deeper and faster.

I was moaning myself. It was like a whole new type of orgasm. My cock was rock hard, bouncing up and down as Shelley rode me.

"You little slut!" she cried. "You're taking an eight-incher like a seasoned whore."

"I swear." I gasped as she tweaked my nipples sending me further down her shaft. "I've never been done like this before!"

"Then I'll do you well," she gasped, fucking me harder and harder, her boobs smacking my back, counting out the beats of her thrusts. I was helping her, riding the dildo up and down to her in and outs. She reached around and took my cock in her hand.

It was a wonderful effect; the dildo was so big and touching pleasure points I didn't know I had. Shelley delighted in running it up and down me, it slurped and sucked. I was whimpering like a schoolgirl getting her first. And at the same time she thrust into me she slid her cool hand up my cock and as she pulled out, not all the way, she went down my cock. It was like being fucked and fucking at the same time. Like being one of many pistons working together.

With both of my hands tied, Shelley pumped my ass and jerked my cock until we were both crying out. Suddenly I was crying out and my ass convulsed around the dong, and the humming of her vibrator deepened even further, and I shot cum high into the air, her hand pumping me furiously. And I gasped and gasped, and cum came shooting into the air in milky spurts, falling onto the couch and her blouse and skirt. I hung exhausted, the shackles still snug around my wrists. Shelley kept fucking my ass, until she too cried out and she convulsed.

"Wow! You are a shooter!" Shelley gasped as she finished with me. "That's all right, it's a company outfit." She finally came to a halt and snapped the dildo off of her harness, leaving the still thrumming phallus in my ass. She pulled a tiny red dress from the trunk and slipped it on. "You can buy the outfit too."

She rang through the order and then gave me a long lingering kiss before turning and walking towards the front door. My cock was starting to get hard again, the dildo felt like it was still moving, but that must just be the after-shocks!

She turned and looked at me, hanging naked in the chains surrounded by all the sex pharifinalia I had unwilling bought. My cock was rising again to full mast.

"I think this will make your girlfriend very happy." Then she turned and walked out the door. 

-fin-



Sex Toy Uh Oh!



This is my Sex Toy Uh-Oh! It happened to me a few days ago. Told someone and they wanted me to post it. First my sex toys, then I'll tell you about the big 'Sex Toy Uh Oh!'

The Rabbit: ordered it online after a friend raved about it.

Bnaughty Unleashed: like a small vibrating egg you put inside and a wireless control. My X BF got it for me. Look it up online, surprised me with it! (That's another story!)

Big black rubber penis looking dildo with suction cup on it: got it as a gag gift from a friend

Rubbery butt plug that can vibrate and has this inflate pump thing: from my X BF, and I didn't even know what is was... LOL. (Even another story!)

Purple Vibrator: got it at the sex toy party, has a vibrate knob on end of it.

The one I have, for the story is: 

I was out with a few friends this past Friday night after a long work week. They picked me up and we went to a local club and danced, had drinks, danced, and had probably too many drinks. At least I did!

They dropped me off back at home after our fun night. I let myself in and realized 'wow! I am very drunk and very horny!' I knew I had a fun night out, got a few looks from some younger guys, and had on an outfit that I thought was pretty sexy and that is always a turn on thinking you really look good in something, you know? I had a red and silver halter-type top on that was low cut in the back, a really kewl black lacey/silver choker, a black mini skirt (not too crazy), and a pair of black stiletto heel sandals with the ankle straps.

I walked in, fought with the ankle straps to take off my heels, almost lost my balance a few times and gave up. I decided to go upstairs and change. I walked upstairs to me bedroom, went in and in my drunken horniness, decided 'I was going to bring out one of my sex toys and use it!'. Instead of my usual Rabbit I went for the closet and opened the box I have in there and, in my horniness grabbed the gag gift I had got once from a friend. It was a big black hard rubbery dildo that was in the shape of a penis. It even had balls on it! LOL! It was about 12 inches long and was very thick! It had a suction cup on the bottom of it.

I pulled it out, looked around my room, and decided to go downstairs. I walked through my livingroom and into my kitchen/dining room. I had an idea. I have wooden chairs around my table and thought about suction cupping it to one of the chairs and lowering myself down on it. I had doubts it would even fit, but I was so drunk and horny, I think I was just trying to prove something to myself, which is a turn on to me in itself. LOL.

I turned around one of the chairs and suctioned the big black penis dildo to it right in the middle. I still remember how crazy it looked sticking straight up! I was very horny and wet but thought about needing something to lube it with, if I was actually going to try this, to make it easier. I have a few things upstairs in my bathroom, but didn't want to walk back upstairs so I opened my kitchen cabinets. I found a bottle of vegetable oil...LOL... go ahead and laugh!

I took the vegetable oil bottle out and walked back over to the suction cupped penis on my dining room chair. I screwed off the lid and poured a little in my hand. I rubbed it on the black sex toy. I decided more would be better and tried pouring it on the big black fake penis to coat it and make it easier. Being drunk, I poured way too much out, and did coat it well. I also got some on my shirt, which I knew would stain, and also the chair because drunk people don't know when 'enough is enough!' and I was pouring it...LOL

I still had the outfit I had worn to the club, now with an oil stained shirt, and pulled my panties off under my skirt. I worked them down my legs and over my heels that I had given up fighting the straps on. I remember climbing over the chair, with a leg on each side, and looking down and thinking 'how in the hell is this even going to fit?!?!' I thought 'if it doesn't fit, I am going upstairs and using The Rabbit!

I was in a straddle over the chair and lowered myself down on it. I felt the tip against me and pushed against it. I felt it push against me and after moving myself around and against it, I thought 'this might hurt a bit!'. I lowered myself down on it more.... Go go go... and felt it finally push inside my vagina stretching it, and now it was inside me! I was soo horny and felt the pressure of how thick it was stretching me out, and for me, it was a turn on. 

I stood there on my high heels, and straddling a big black dildo with the head inside me. I tried to slide down onto it getting more inside me. I realized if I leaned forward a little bit and put my hands on my thighs, I could lower myself down in it slowly. It felt totally wild and I never had anything that big inside me, which was a turn on, in a weird way.

I actually got it about half way inside me. I never measured this sex toy, but I would say it was 12 inches long with 2 inches or so of it is the balls. I was about half way down and had 5 of the 10 inches inside me! Trust me! I felt the whole 5 inches! That was where I stopped.

Against good judgement, I decided to try a little more! The things you do when you are drunk and horny! And girls are just about as bad as guys! 

I had my hands on my thighs near my knees, and just saw my oil stained shirt, legs on each side of the chair, still in my heels, and my mini skirt hiding everything from view.

I pushed myself down against the big black fake penis inside me and that's when it happened! 

As I was lowering myself down on it I went to move my right leg closer to the chair. I must have gotten vegetable oil on the floor or it ran off the chair from me not being careful. My heel slipped and slid on the oil and kicked out away from the chair! I threw my hands down to the chair to catch myself, but being off balance, my other leg kicked back and away from the chair!

It happened sooo fast! As my one heel slid on the oil and out from the chair, my other leg kicked back and I went down on it!!! I never got a chance to get my hands down on the chair, if it was even possible! I remember the sound of the heels on my linoleum floor as I got impaled, literally!

I remember screaming out loud, as I sat totally flat with my ass on the chair!!! I remember trying to breathe as my legs were kicked out, arms at my sides with fists clenched, mouth open and eyes closed and watering. I had instantly taken the other 5-6 inches and now had it all inside me and the black balls of the sex toy up against my ass!

I actually sat there for a minute, it was weird, maybe shock, and felt the toy all the way inside me. I am not sure what felt more weird, how stretched I felt or it seemed like it was IN my stomache, that high! I was like, totally frozen!

It took me a minute to get my footing again, Which was tough in my stiletto heels, drunk, and totally tense. I put my hands on the chair and started to lift myself off of it. What was insanely weird was, as I was lifting myself off it, and felt it sliding out of me, and how DEEP it was actually INSIDE ME! I pulled off of it, to an oily squish sound, and actually fell to the floor and checked myself to see if I was bleeding or hurt. I didn't see anything or feel anything as I lay there on my kitchen floor. I just kept thinking 'how the hell did that just happen?!?' over and over...

I crawled into my living room and sat against my couch finally fighting my heels off. I looked over in the kitchen/ dining room and saw it still on the chair and thought 'OMG! That was thing all the way inside me!' I would have never thought possible. 

I woke up the next morning, barely able to walk. I had friends talking about guys who were 'big' and 'rough sex' and them feeling it, or having a hard time walking the next morning. I guess this was similar. Today is Sunday, and I still feel it! 

Lesson: never mess with big black dildos and vegetable oil while drunk!



Sex Toys



Prologue

In Sensuality, 6/02, the reader was introduced to Mary, a happily married 55 year-old who discovered one week when her sexy husband was away on a family problem how sensuous her entire body could be through self-stimulation .

Upon Mark's return, one could only surmise how Mary used her new-found sensuality to enhance their love making . This gave Mary such a glow that a co-worker, Ann, a few years younger than Mary, wanted to know her secret. Mary invited Ann to her home and after lunch showed Ann through self-stimulation some sensuous areas of a woman's body. This improved Ann and Frank's lovemaking - Frank being Ann's husband. 

When Frank announced he was leaving on a 3-4 day business trip, Ann was devastated. How could she satisfy her passionate body. Her husband, Frank, replied, "Ask your friend who is responsible for over-stimulating my wife."

That's what Ann did and learned about an artificial prick, but Mary didn't know where to get one. The story ended with Ann saying, "Guess I have to be satisfied to wait. It's only 3 or 4 days. Oh well, I can practice my first lesson - self-stimulation.

Chapter One - At the Sex Shop

One morning when Ann and Mary arrived at work, they learned inventory time was scheduled for next Monday and Tuesday at the warehouse. For part-time workers, plan for two full days. Wear old clothes and just bring essentials: keys, driver's license, money in a fanny bag. Box lunches and a soft drink would be supplied, along with coffee. 

Ann hadn't forgotten about the artificial prick and asked Mary about "where do I buy

one?" Mary: "Let me ask Mark. Perhaps if we're each free next Wed. after work, we'll stop for lunch

and then go shopping." Ann: "Good idea. I'd really like one as Frank said he'd be sent on more customer updates." 

On Tuesday, during inventory, Ann and Mary's supervisor asked if they could come in Wed. for a half day, 4 hours max. Even if they were finished in 3 hours, they would receive 4 hours pay. This was fine with the two friends. 

Wed., after finishing up the last of inventory paperwork, they each drove to the outdoor shopping mall where the Sex Shoppe was located. It was in a modern new mall with restaurants, clothing and shoe stores galore, gift shops, etc. After stopping at one of the restaurants for a light lunch, they walked around looking at the stores, - each deciding what to visit after their stop at the Sex Shoppe. 

Ann and Mary were relieved they were wearing their old clothes, and had their hair covered with turbans. They were feeling somewhat ill-at-ease entering such a store. Putting on sun glasses, they hesitantly went into the Sex Shoppe. Their eyes opened wide at the large display on the wall. Ann: "Look at all those, those....." " Sex toys," supplied Mary. Ann, in a low voice: "Do you see the artificial prick?' Mary, also in a low voice: "Hmmmmmmm. Let's take a section at a time. Oh! There they are. Look at all the sizes! I didn't realize men's thingies came that long." Ann: " I didn't either. They do look real. Hey, they even have balls!" Mary: "They're the handle for grasping. How long is Frank's you know what when it's hard?" Ann: "This looks about it", measuring with her hands. "Mary, what about these things," pointing to the anal plugs and look how long some of THEM are!!! Do we have anything that 

long and straight inside of us? THAT one looks long enough to reach my throat.". Mary: " They go in your ass hole. Try this one; it's small enough to go in and it can't get lost

you know where because of the finger holds." Ann, in a surprised voice: "You have one?" Mary, whispering: "Sh-h-h, not so loud. Yes, I do and yes, it is stimulating. I'll explain - either in your car or mine." Ann: "But Mary, look how big they are. I know I sometimes have a fat B.M. and it hurts, but

it's such a small hole for something that big to go IN. Wouldn't it hurt or even tear some-

thing? Mary: "I don't know. I'll have to ask Mark, but after I lubricate mine, which is like that one, it 

just slides in. Ann, look at these; they look like a column of fat rings. I wonder if they

make a difference in sensory feel. This anal plug of mine is smooth. Maybe I'll buy one

just to see if there's a difference in stimulation ." Ann: "Well, since your smooth one goes in O.K. and is stimulating....I'll try it. Just thinking 

about it is making my ass tingle. Are you buying anything else?" Mary: " I think so. Having used those two things, I'd like to be adventuresome and now try one that vibrates. Mark said to get one that's like the material in that prick or anal plug. They're easy to wash and dry. Maybe I should ask the saleswoman."

After listening to the saleswoman, Mary made her decision. Paying for their new toys, they went to Ann's car where Mary explained about how she used her anal toy and to buy KY Jelly and why. The two then took off to checkout' the other stores that each had decided to visit.

Chapter Two: Ann and Her Sex Toys 

Some weeks later Frank told Ann he would be leaving on Monday for another 3 to 4 days. Ann: "I can't tag along?" Frank: "Honey, this place is out in the boonies'.There's nothing there; a small town, that's it.

You'd be bored stiff. I'll be home before you know it. We'll do some passionate love-

making before I leave." And that's what they did.

Ann took her shower first with non-scented soap. Frank didn't care for its flavor but Ann took care of that little detail by spraying the air with a cologne, but only lightly - just a hint. The last preparation was to bring in her portable C.D. player and several appropriate sexually stimulating music discs. Then she was ready.

Starting on one disc, inhaling some of the scent, Ann imagines herself in one of those old movies where the young maiden was sexually stimulating a tribal chief by her movements. THAT is what Frank sees after he finishes his shower and comes into the bedroom. One limp part of his anatomy comes to INSTANT attention. 

Ann, half mesmerized by the music and scent, slowly moves toward Frank while continuing her sexual body dance. Reaching her lover's body , Ann puts her arms around his neck - two bodies move in rythym as two mouths meet in one long-drawn-out passionate kiss. Gently turning Ann around, Frank holds her close to him as he reaches around to those two well-packed breasts. With his hardened love tool held firmly against her loveable ass, the two - in time to the music, slowly move to the bed - which is covered with a rich-looking satin sheet. 

Standing beside the bed, the two meet in another long-drawn-out kiss as Frank lightly runs his hands up and down Ann's back, causing her body to sensuously move, further exciting him. Frank murmurs in Ann's ear as he nibbles on it, "on the bed, my sweet. I want to run my tongue and fingers up your legs, behind your knees, over your cute, little ass."

In seconds, Ann is lying on her stomach, purring, as Frank tantalizes those sensuous nerve endings on her lovely legs and that enticing little ass, stopping to lick at the asshole. Sensations!!! Her clit aches; her breasts ache; her mind goes, "Yes, yes." As he moves his tongue up her spine while his fingers lightly make circles on her sides, Ann's purring rapidly changes to sexual, guttural moans which sexually rouses Frank to a feverish pitch. Reaching her neck, he continues the tongue-flicking movement. 

With her sexual, sensuous nerves screaming for more, more, Ann's body writhes - her shoulders, back, ass - encouraging that erotic tongue to seek new areas. Firmly turning Ann onto her back, Frank continues his tongue-flicking, mouth kissing along her jaw, over her collar bone, exciting Ann even more, and then moving down to those two firm mounds with hardened nipples. "Oh - h - h" With this long drawn-out sexual cry, Ann's hands grasp Frank's head holding that demanding mouth on first one breast, stimulating the nipple, the flesh and then to the other breast before pushing him down to her ribs. There's another long drawn-out cry as those very sensuous nerves are being aroused again and again until the very touch of his tongue and lips causes her body to arch. 

All this time Ann's hips are moving, moving - up and down as her clit screams for attention. At last her hands push Frank's head down, down to that tantalizing "button". Lips fastening; hands seeking, finding the two love openings. This stimulation of her clit along with stimulating the inside of her ass is driving Ann to have climax after climax along with the orgasms Frank's fingers are causing in her vagina. The sensations!!! Her whole body responds. Sexual, guttural sounds continue to issue from Ann's throat as her hands wildly claw at her breasts, over her ribs and stomach, back to the breasts, the ribs, the stomach again and again.

As for Frank - to have this wild, sexual reaction from his beloved is driving him to continue tongue-flicking that little passion button, fingering those two love passages - anything to keep this stimulating, sexual, sensuous woman responding. They have made passionate love many times but this time - this time -mind numbing passion. 

Thus all conscious thought has long ceased for the two lovers. Only that part of the brain involved in sensuousness guides the two in their love making. Time seems to stand still as each body keeps responding to the other.

Finally, with his tool demanding release, Frank moves up onto Ann's body, as his love tool slides into that waiting, demanding, lubricated love canal. Hips rise and fall, rise and fall, until all energy is spent, leaving two exhausted lovers. Soon they are sound asleep, spoon fashion.

Early, the following morning, Ann sees Frank off on another business trip and then goes into work. 

As Ann and Mary are leaving, Ann suggests they stop over at the coffee shop. There, Ann asks Mary if she has tried her vibrator and did she like it. "Not yet," replied Mary. "Maybe later this week. I haven't felt the need'. What about you?"

Ann: "Frank left early this morning on another 3-4 day business trip. My need' has also been richly satisfied but in a few days..." Ann shrugged. 

Mary: "Well, try them at night. That's when the bed feels empty and the need' is strongest. 

Sometimes in the afternoon, though, I just want to relax, sexually relax. There are those days the hectic pace of our job gets to me.

Ann: "You're right; the night does provide more stimulation and very few interruptions. See you tomorrow."

Wednesday evening, Frank called to say he'd be home Friday. "Keep it hot for me, honey; I'll be needing another "Sunday night" Friday. "O.K. lover. I'll be imagining our night together. Love you." "Love you, too, Honey Bunch."

That night, Ann decided to use her new toys. First, she uses scented soap for showering. "Mmmmm, do I small good. Now which scent should I spray. Ahhh, this blends with the soap scent. Now for the music."

As the music starts, Ann stands in front of a full length mirror and watches as her body begins to move in response to the rythym. She watches as her hands caress her face, collar bone, shoulders, arms. Ann sees her hands caressing her breasts, stimulating the nipples, moving over her ribs, down to her belly - going in circles, stimulating sensuous nerves. Sounds issue from her throat. 

Her clit! Her ass! Both demanding attention. Where's Frank? That's right. Not till Friday. Put a towel on the floor. Put the sex toys out, the jelly. Grease them. O.K. Baby. On your knees - face the mirror, touch those ribs. Oh -h - h, they're so sensual. Stimulate those nerves again. Now the belly. Run the fingers in circles; feel the response of those sensuous nerves. O.K. Baby. Move the fingers down to your pussy. Keep the fingers moving. Watch yourself, Baby. Hear the rythym. Watch your body move.

Is your ass calling for attention, Baby? Pick up the ass toy. Remember what Mary said - put it in slowly, twist it, Baby, twist it, twist it. Oh - h - h -, that's sooo sexually arousing; it's stimulating my clit. Use your fingers, Baby. They're full of the jelly? That's O.K. That's it, Baby, massage it, Baby; massage it.

Don't stop twisting the ass toy, Baby. Pull it out, slowly, twisting it. Now back in. Out, in, and repeat again and again. Come on, Baby. Twisting all the time. 

Senses reeling: the music - the rythym - beating, beating. Massage the clit, twist the toy, the body swaying, swaying. 

Fingers massaging, massaging that erotic little clit causing orgasms, orgasms. All sending the mind reeling, reeling.

By now, Ann is breathing in great gasps. O.K., Baby. Remove the ass toy. Good. Good. Pick up the prick; it's ready to go, Baby. Rise up on your knees. Pretend you're on top of Frank, Baby. Hold the balls'. Position the prick., Baby. He's lifting his hips to shove it in. Shove it, Baby. Pull out... Shove it. Pull out. He's shoving it, Baby, shoving it. That's it Baby. One last time. Ah - h - h - h. THAT FEELS GREAT!!!!! 

Ann pulls the prick out and sinks down onto the rug. Deep breaths. That's the way Baby. Now breathe slowly and deeply. So different when it's the two of them. 

As her breathing becomes more normal, Ann's eyes close; the body relaxes; nature continues its healing as Ann falls asleep.

Later, she wakes, wondering where she is. Oh, yes. Memory returns as she looks at the sex toys. Better pick them up, wash and dry them; put all away. Oh, my legs feel weak. Take a shower. Now to bed, but set the alarm for work tomorrow. "Night Frank. See you Friday."

So ends Ann's first use of her sex toys.

Chapter 3. Mary and her Vibrator

But what about Mary and the vibrator she bought. How soon will she use it. Actually, it is a week or so after she and Ann had stopped in the coffee shop.

A stressful morning. Rude customers; an impatient boss; the copier breaks down; constant ringing of her phone; a lost file - an important file. You've been there. 

Leaving work an hour late, Mary just wants to get home and relax in a warm, scented bath. You've been there, well, maybe , some of you. 

Letting the warm scented water soothe her frazzled nerves, Mary lets her mind wander to that daydream she sometimes has whenever she and Mark, her husband, have watched a porno movie the previous night. Although they are quite satisfied making love as a couple, they sometimes like watching a multi-couple porno, especially Mary, whenever her entire body is one erogenous nerve. 

In her daydream, she has a male using two mini feather dusters on her neck, on her back, over her hips, again and again, teasing those sensitive, sensuous nerves. A female is squatting and continually licking her clit and caressing the area. Mark is exploring her mouth while his hands arouse her nipples, sending electric waves to her clit. Mary keeps her balance by resting her hands on Mark's shoulders. 

To imagine so many sensuous areas under attack' would send her mind reeling. 

Then the three would change places, Mary resting hands on the female who would rise and kiss Mary's breasts while moving a feather duster to caress Mary's ribs, her belly, her arms - arousing more sensuous nerves. The male would now move down to her crotch where he would insert one long finger up her ass while his tongue would flick back and forth over her clit - faster and faster. Mark would move to her back, sending shivers down to her clit when he moved his mouth over the back of her neck, then across her shoulders . More shivers as he made tantalizing circles on her back with the two mini feather dusters. The sexual, sensual STIMULATION!!!

Such a fantasy would leave Mary exhausted but oh, how she likes that intense stimulation of her clit. She wants it to happen again.

By now the bath water has cooled and Mary steps out, drying herself in one very large towel. Running her hands over her body, Mary feels the sensuous nerves taking notice. Her body quivers as she runs one hand over her shoulder blades. The nerves stay lit'. Mary hasn't yet discovered her erogenous scalp. That is still some months away (Read Sensuality, 6/02, Part IV). 

But her cheeks, her breasts, her ribs, her belly - all send excited messages to her brain. Her clit begins to ache from the stimulation. 

With shaking hands, Mary lifts her vibrator from its resting place. Her body is so excited; it can hardly wait while Mary lubricates it. FINALLY, she is lying on her bed. "Use it! Use it! What's taking her so long! Hurry up, USE IT!!!"

A few days earlier, Mary had briefly tried it out one afternoon to see if it would work and her sensual mind was enthralled! It felt how this new toy stimulated the sensuous nerves in an exciting new way. No wonder her body is so excited.

"What is she doing now that it's lubricated? What's taking her so long? Oh, hurry up. The anticipation, the anticipation. Oh, has she turned it on yet? I can HEAR IT! Use it, use it."

Mary's hand is cautiously touching her aroused clit with the end of the lubricated vibrator. WOW!!! such a sensation the clit feels. No tongue ever caused THAT!!! Slowly Mary's hand moves the lubricated vibrator back and forth over the clit. "Don't stop," says the clit. "Don't stop; it feels almost like exquisite torture. Oh, the pleasure is so intense. This could go on and on - this pain of pleasure. I don't, I don't want it to stop. I d- o- n - n - n -' t."

Sensations are stimulating all the sensuous nerves in her genital area and the sensuous part of her brain. They are all screaming. "The pleasure, the pleasure. We can't stand it but give us more, more."

"Experiment," says the sensuous brain. "More the vibrator along the crotch to the bone at the opening of the vagina. Whoa!!! Hold it there. Exquisite pleasure, such exquisite pleasure. Move it back and forth over the bone. I LIKE THAT!!! Oh-h-h-h. Again, again, again-n-n-n. The ecstasy, such exquisite tortuous ecstasy."

"Now move it into your love channel," continues her sensuous mind. "Increase the vibration. MORE!!! MORE!!! Now push it in, pull it out, again, again. Pretend it's Mark. That's the way - all the way down. You're hitting the right spot! NO-O-O-O-O!!! You're pulling it too far away. Just keep hitting that one spot. That's it. THAT'S IT!!! AGAIN, AGAIN!!! I LIKE that! Don't stop, such pleasure, such exquisite pleasure."

Mary's body has been responding to this ultra, intense, sensual pleasure. Her breasts, aching from the clit's pleasure, want attention - "stroke us, stroke us. Use your free hand - stroke us; pinch each nipple, pinch them. That's it! That's it! Where did the hand go?"

"Our turn," say the ribs," Our turn. Touch us, touch us. Rub your fingers over us. Oh-h-h-h, cry the sensitive nerves. We like that; we like that. Touch us!"

"My turn," cries the belly. "Run your nails lightly over the skin. Oh, that is driving me wild. More! More!"

Her body continues to writhe back and forth on the bed as it drinks in these sensory pleasures, wanting more, wanting more. The pleasure; THE PLEASURE!

Her voice is rough, emitting sounds unlike any she had made before. 

"Turn it up. Turn-n-n-n-n it up," cry the nerves. "Erotic pleasure fills every fibre of us with this tantalizing, tormenting, sensual, arousal vibration. We want more, more!!! The exquisite, tormenting pleasure!

"STOP!"

"Stop? Why-y-y-y. Who's saying stop!'" 

"I am," said the logic part of her brain. "Enjoy this pleasure, but don't be a slave to it. Don't be a slave to it. Don't be a s l a v e t o i t."

Slowly, reluctantly, very reluctantly, Mary's hand withdraws the vibrator and her other hand, leaving the belly, this shaking, trembling hand, slowly turns down the vibrations to low, almost off. Drawing the still lubricated toy back over her super sensitive clit, her hand automatically rolls the vibrator over and over it - increasing, ever increasing its sensual, intense pleasure. 




Sex Toys 101



My new sex toys arrived in the mail a couple of weeks ago and as I tentatively opened the packages, I hoped I had made the right decision. For me, shopping money is very limited and it always pisses me off beyond belief when I order something that turns out to be a dud. Over the last few years, I have amassed quite a collection...one worthy of a full size toy chest if I were to store them all together. So when it comes to picking out toys, the wrong ones and the right ones, I definitely have the experience behind me to make wiser decisions than when I was first starting out.

So, because I am such a nice person, I thought I'd put together a list of things every girl (and guy) should consider when buying a new toy:

Price -- You have to make sure you know what you're looking for before you ever venture into a store, or onto a site. Now, I know you won't have a particular product in mind, but ask yourself this question, "Am I looking for something to use everyday, every week, or just on special occasions?" The answer to that question that indicative of how much you should expect to spend.

If you just want something to 'try out' or use for one night of kink, don't waste a lot of money on it. Chances are, you can find a cheap version of whatever it is somewhere online...but if it's not going to be used that often, you really don't have to worry too much about the quality of it. Cheap is fine. Most likely, the thrill will come from the psychological aspect of using the toy...not the physical sensations it gives.

If it's a toy you plan to use weekly, like with a partner, I'd go for the upgrade...but not for the top of the line model. However, if you are not in a relationship, are in a long distance relationship, or are a chronic masturbator (which I could probably head up the support group on that one), go for quality. Otherwise, you're just going to spend more money in the long run because you're gonna break it, wear it out, or get tired of it. You get what you pay for and quality sex toys are rarely cheap. Although, I do luck up sometimes with a discount coupon or something manufactured by a company still trying to make a name for itself. If you are lucky enough to encounter any of these bargains, jump on them. Just because you've never heard of the company doesn't mean the product won't be quality. Actually, Doc Johnson, one of the most famous sex toy manufacturers puts out a lot of toys of questionable quality. Just check out what you're getting first and you should be fine.

Function -- In order to get a product, whether cheap or expensive, that does what you want it to do for you, you have to ask yourself, "What gets me off?" The vague terms, clitoral stimulation, anal stimulation, g-spot stimulation will be terms you find plastered on nearly all toys. Taking their word for it will most likely end with you laying in your bed frustrated that it isn't working and eventually getting tired and throwing whatever you're playing with across the room only to fall back on your fingers or an old reliable toy.

If vibration does it for you, there is something you should take into consideration. Anything wrapped with a jelly sleeve (or any other soft covering) is going to be lacking in the vibration department. No matter how powerful the vibrator inside is, the vibrations just don't travel through soft matter easily. If you want something heavy on vibration, you need a toy made of hard plastic or metal.

If you want something that stimulates the g-spot, you first have to know exactly where yours is located (and it differs in depth from woman to woman). You also need to know what kind of stimulation you need. Some women prefer a gentle rubbing type stimulation, whereas others prefer thumping or tapping. And for some, it is as simple as steady hard pressure. Know what feels good to your body before tackling the sex toy store.

Size -- Yeah, I said it. Size matters. Just probably not in the way most men seem to think it does. Granted there are some size queens out there, but most of us couldn't accommodate more than 7 inches comfortably anyway...so what's the point?

For some reason, the manufacturing companies have decided that if it doesn't vibrate, thrust, gyrate or sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" that in order to sell it must be the size of a tanker truck. But they couldn't be more wrong. Unless it's a double header, there is no reason to have so many foot long dildos on the market. 

And what's up with all of them having bulbous heads the size of a softball? I don't know about anyone else, but just because my body was designed to push out a child doesn't mean I want to experience myself being stretched out like that just for the hell of it! 

With the anal stuff...be careful. I have fallen prey to this more times than one by buying over the internet. If you just want a little backdoor teasing, make sure you get specific measurements of the plug/vibe before you get it. Most of these seem to be made for porn stars and gay men who are used to having something large up their ass. But, if it's not something you do often, go for a smaller model. I promise, it will feel three times as big once inside you.

Cleaning and Storage -- I have to say that these are things I never really thought about for a long time. I guess I had been buying sex toys for about three or four years before I even thought to check out the cleaning/storage instructions on the box before purchase. But this can be a very time consuming and expensive part of the ordeal. Trust me, wait until you have to pay twelve dollars for a special cleaning solution for a toy that's not that great...it finds the bottom of the box (no pun intended unfortunately) very quickly.

Hard plastic, metal and glass toys can all be cleaned with warm soapy water. They don't really have to be wrapped up or stored in any special way. They're easy...and, as I'm sure you've noticed by now, my preference.

Jelly coated toys fall into different categories depending on how porous they are. But some take special cleaners. Some require boiling water. And all of them should be wrapped in clear plastic wrap before storing. And every piece of lint or dust will stick to them. Think about where it's going...do you really want dust inside you? Kinda gives new meaning to the "it's been so long I'm growing cobwebs" saying, doesn't it?

Then there are the cyberskin toys...just avoid these at all costs. I believe Hustler or Penthouse puts them out. But these things are a dandy. Sure, they feel as close to real as any toy I've ever used, but it's not worth the pain in the ass of cleaning them. In order to clean them, you first use warm soapy water (and they only come clean if you jump out of bed and get them to the sink while the stuff you're trying to wash off is still wet). Then, you have to set up a system of some sort where you suspend them to let them airdry. But none of the cyberskin material can be touching anything or it leaves weird permanent indentures and slick spots. After they're dry, you have to sprinkle them with talcum powder to keep the 'skin' from getting all sticky and nasty feeling. They're a real pain in the ass and I would say just avoid them altogether. 



Sex Toys and Coffee



Every cafe owner knows that location is paramount to success. Every tiresome business manual recites "Location, location, location." But I've yet to read one of these manuals that outlines the peculiar benefits of being a cafe opposite a sex store. We don't get many quiet times in the cafe, but when we do we all like to pay particular attention to traffic outside of the sex shop. It's all innocent fun- small wagers on small depravities in small bags. The sex store is up-market and modern; designed for women. The cliché of dirty old men scurrying back and forth doesn't apply here. Instead the store draws in lots of open-minded women and couples. The same people also enjoy slipping into our trendy cafe for our free-trade coffee and home-made French pastries. 

We get a lot of customers who enter our store carrying brown paper bags. Such packaging might be innocuous and anonymous in other places but not directly across the road from the sex store. I try to pretend that I don't know where they have come from, but we both know that I know. 

When we're working in the cafe we make a cheeky little game out of finding out the contents of the brown paper bags. It's not often that we're successful, but the fun is in the playing. Sometimes as we bring coffee to our customers we can sneak a glimpse. Most people make an effort to obscure their purchases but a few people seem to make an equal effort to display their new treats. I always enjoy locking eyes with these exhibitionists, both of us get a rush from their display. 

Sally, my business partner and girlfriend, is more the gregarious of the two of us. In our business, she focuses more upon creating a welcoming and desirable setting; my job is to provide the food and drink to match it. Sally always enthusiastically engages with customers but she seems to make a special effort with those carrying the little brown paper bags. I can see that she puts extra attention into their service and more thought into the conversation she has with them. Depending on how the customers respond to Sally's introductory pleasantries she sometimes escalates the cheekiness of her enquiries. 

A few times I've seen her look significantly at a customer's bag before asking, "So what do you have planned for tonight?" My favourite response to that question still leaves me hard whenever I think about it: the lady blushed, saw my poor attempt to hide my eaves-dropping, before leaning in to whisper to Sally. The customer left immediately afterwards. Sally told me that she had answered, "I think that you already know that," before lightly kissing Sally on the cheek and adding, "but now I'll be thinking of you when I do it." 

As soon as Sally told me this I pulled her out the back of the cafe and fucked her hard and fast, bending her over boxes in the storeroom. She was already so wet that I easily slid fully into her on my first thrust. She hurt my hand, biting down on it as I covered her mouth, trying to limit her screaming. When we emerged to the front of the store we found a few bemused customers awaiting service. I think they all realised what had been happening- we both had flushed cheeks and that distant look of deep contentment. And we both smelt a lot like sex. 

Sally isn't always the one who initiates the flirting. I know that I am biased but she is a gorgeous woman- tall and strong, her Amazonian look accentuated by long curly blonde hair that refuses to be controlled. But it is her large breasts and inviting hips that turn heads. Sally is justifiably proud of both of these features and dresses to emphasise them. Predictably, a lot of men flirt with her as she works. She politely but firmly discourages them, making it clear that I am her boyfriend. These guys respect her boundaries but still they persist in stealing quick glances at Sally's cleavage when they think that we aren't looking. We both enjoy it; Sally feels powerful and playful and I get the satisfaction of kissing beautiful breasts that I know that these men are trying to picture as they wank. Only a few times have we had to make it clear that some leers were overstepping the line- those men never return to our cafe and it's the better for their absence. 

Jess is the owner of the sex store. She is a small woman in her thirties whose auburn hair and green eyes contrast deliciously with her pale skin. Not that she ever shows much skin, Jess always dresses far more demurely than you might expect of an owner of a sex store. But the poise with which she carries her slim frame, accentuated by the clean lines of her high quality garments, leaves one intoxicated. With Jess' healthy caffeine habit she is a regular visitor to our cafe and has made friends with everyone who works here. 

If our shop is free of other customers we sometimes like to ask Jess about her recent customers. She enjoys making the process quite theatrical, always making us take turns suggesting salacious reasons for her customers to be in her store. Jess will only rarely provide us with a direct answer, instead, we watch her reaction to our suggestion and try to gauge how close to reality we were. The nearer we get the more delighted Jess becomes- her mischievous smile grows and her green eyes sparkle. 

Sally seems to guess correctly the most. We jokingly complain that she has an unfair advantage because she spends so much time in Jess' store. Sally always replies that we are all welcome to join her in her research. I certainly appreciate how much Sally hangs out with Jess- she has acquired quite an arsenal of toys from Jess' shelves and a formidable repertoire of tricks from her workshops. Sally and I have lots of fun after hours. 

We often question whether Jess is reacting most favourably to Sally not because she is actually guessing correctly but because Jess enjoys her fantasies the most. They always laugh together at that idea. It's not that Sally's ideas are the most extreme- Mel typically wins that honour- but that Sally puts all these engaging details into her suggestions. She likes to talk about why someone is buying something and how they plan to use it as much as she describes the object itself. 

Sometimes her stories are a little sad- often exploring the pressures of raunch culture. Something like, "She looked very nervous. I think that it was her first time in a sex store. She has finally been worn down after being embarrassed by being forced to lie to feel accepted during a drunken group over-share on a recent Hen's night. Today she bought a pink rabbit vibrator, mid range, mid size. She had done her research on the internet before she arrived and hurried in and hurried out without talking to you Jess. Tonight she plans to drink a little too much wine in her room before turning up the music and trying it out. With her unusually aloof manner and loud music, her housemates will think that she is a little angry with them." 

Other times Sally's description of Jess' customers leaves us all hot and flustered. A memorable story involved a young woman who had strode proudly out of Jess' store after an hour inside there. Sally's analysis was, "She spent so long in there because she wanted to trial every lube in the store. She needed something that was long lasting and not too messy. And that's because she is now wearing a small butt-plug that she also bought in the store. She's catching the train over to her boyfriend's work now. With her butt-plug in, the vibrations of the train will tease her so much that she will tear her boyfriend's clothes off and mount him as soon as he closes the door of his private office. He will have no idea that she planned this, it will happen so quickly that he won't even realise that she is wearing her butt-plug until she asks him to play with her butt as she rides him." We all quietly appreciated the image in our own minds when Sally finished. 

Noting how Jess responds well to Sally's storytelling technique and how much fun we all have listening to her stories, we all try to mimic her method, but rarely do our stories spark with the same level of imagination. Only Mel doesn't attempt to construct a little story, she simply offers a direct suggestion for what she thinks is in the bag. 

"I like to get straight down to business," is her explanation, delivered with a wink and a smile. 

Most of the time her suggestion for what is in the bag is at the limits of Jess' range. Mel seems to suggest what she hopes is in the bag rather than what she thinks is actually inside it. She likes be at the fringe of things- her asymmetric haircut and numerous piercings make that clear to the world. Despite her desire to present herself as edgy and intimidating, Mel is always courteous to our customers and she has genuinely warmed to many of our regulars. 

I can see that our other employee, Pat, wants to sleep with Mel. They both get along well but her eyes don't linger on him in the same way that his eyes subtly follow her around the room. He's a good looking guy in a safe kind of way but however he presents himself, it's hard to see Mel being interested. Sometimes aching for what we can't have is even more pleasurable than fulfilling our fantasy. Pat must share this view- we all see how Mel interacts so differently with our female customers. 

The most extreme cases of this I've noticed are when Mel slips a little note next to the coffees of her customers, smiling and brushing their shoulder as she walks past. They are always women sitting down with their tell-tale brown paper bag. I've watched as they quickly read the slip of paper before furtively tucking the note away and hurrying out. After watching this scene unfold many times I finally saw someone leave without taking Mel's note. I quickly went over to clear the table before Mel or anyone else could get to it. I unfurled the paper to read: 

If you want to learn how to use that properly, 

Call me, 

Mel 0462275346 

XX 

I took Mel out the back, taking her note in my hand and warning her, "We all like to have fun here but we can't harass our customers. You know how much trouble this could land us in." 

She groaned, "Dammit- I know you're right." She paused to look me in the eye before continuing, "But we also both know that she is the first woman to reject one of my notes. You guys like to play by ogling and fantasising about Jess' customers; I can tell you that it's much more fun to play with Jess' customers themselves." 

"And if they don't want to be played with?" 

"I don't go after everyone. No one should do that. But if you watch people closely, sometimes you can see that they want to be played with." 

"Have your fun, just don't scare away our customers and don't leave a paper trail that leads back to this cafe," I said, passing the note back to Mel in frustration before walking out to greet new customers. 

That exchange had occurred a few days ago. It was rare for us to have a dispute or confrontation with one of our employees. Mel didn't seem to have any lasting bitterness about the situation and Sally supported how I'd handled it. But still I'd contemplated it a lot since it had happened. Today was giving me ample opportunity for reflection- rough weather meant that it was very quiet in the cafe. The constant drizzle and strong winds had discouraged most people from venturing out. Sally and I had already sent Pat home, ending his shift early. That left just us in the store. Sally was taking the opportunity to perform a stock-take out the back whilst I prepared the pastries for baking tomorrow. As I worked the butter into what would be a batch of croissants a pair of women across the road caught my eye. They folded their umbrellas and entered Jess' store. They were obviously close but didn't seem to be a couple. 

Most often in this scenario the women were looking for tacky smut for a Hen's party. Those people always left disappointed- Jess refused to stock that crap. But every now and again the women were friends who were so close and so open about their sexuality that they were happy to shop at Jess' together. I loved those people. Jess was trying to make everyone into one of those people. She had succeeded already with Sally- one of my favourite things about Sally is how open she is about her body and her pleasure. 

I was glad to see that these two seemed to have the same philosophy and had spent a significant amount of time in Jess' store. I ducked to the back of the cafe to see how Sally was doing. 

"A couple of cute friends have just ducked into Jess' " I told her. 

Sally smiled as she rose up from counting boxes, "Watching again are we?" raising her eyebrow playfully. 

"I do plenty of doing, as well," I replied. "I've got the croissants ready for baking. And we were both doing plenty of doing last night." Sally laughed and I kissed her, holding her hips and pulling her against me. I was about to ask Sally what she thought the two women had bought when I was interrupted by the front door of the cafe opening. 

I left Sally to continue her counting and headed out the front to greet our customers. I was excited to see that they were the two women from across the road. I tried to hide my recognition of the brown paper bags that they were both carrying. 

"Can we get two lattes please?" asked the first of them to enter. 

"No worries, will you guys be having those here?" 

"Yeah- we need a bit of a break from that weather." 

I smiled and nodded as I began to make their drinks. They sat by the window, facing away from me. This let me examine them closely whilst I heated the milk. The one who had spoken to me had wavy brown hair and slightly olive skin. She wore an unfastened cardigan over a long and flowing red dress. Its plunging neckline showed off her ample cleavage. She strode confidently and sensuously, her bearing reminded me of Sally's. Her companion looked like she was of Japanese descent. Her small frame was complimented by her bob haircut. To protect herself from the rain she wore a long and light coat over her short green woollen dress. 

I interrupted a very animated and playful conversation when I brought the ladies over their coffees. When they realised that I was approaching they suddenly fell silent. After a moment of awkwardness they suddenly broke out in giggles. I laughed along with them, trying to ease their embarrassment, making eye contact with each of them as I placed their lattes in front of them. I was disappointed to see that the coat had been removed and was covering both of the paper bags. 

I returned to behind the counter, focusing on cleaning. The friends recommenced their conversation. I couldn't hear what they were saying but their gasps and giggles seemed to indicate excitement at recent scandals. I hoped that those involved their time at Jess'. 

After they had finished their coffees the friend who had placed the order came up to return their glasses. It was always a pleasant surprise when customers did this. 

"Thanks for the coffee," she smiled. "Can you please help me out? Kira is refusing, I don't know why," gesturing to her friend still sitting at the little table. 

"Laura, you're being totally crazy!" exclaimed Kira, her cheeks blushing fiercely. 

"I just want to see how well it works and to do it myself kind of defeats the purpose," Laura explained, addressing both of us. 

Despite Kira's obvious mortification, Laura had maintained her confident and sexy air. I was intrigued, with a small but burning hope that Laura's plan would involve her time at Jess'. I wasn't surprised but I was a little disappointed when Laura passed me her phone. 

"I want to try this app," she said. 

"Sure," I agreed, imagining that I would be taking some kind of photo of Laura. 

As I examined the screen I couldn't see anywhere to take photos. Instead the app looked a bit like an audio mixing desk, with various dials and buttons being displayed. 

"Go on, have a try," encouraged Laura. 

"I'm not really sure what you want me to do," I hesitated. 

"Leave the poor man alone," insisted Kira, gathering her things in preparation to leave. 

Laura merely smiled and looking at me silently mouthed, "Try it." 

I turned one of the dials up and a soft buzzing sound started. Laura slowly closed her eyes. 

"That's it, keep on trying the settings," she breathed. 

I pressed one the buttons and the intensity of the buzzing began to shift rhythmically. The realisation of what was happening spread slowly across my face- Laura laughed at my gobsmacked expression. I could feel my cock hardening. The atmosphere in the room was charged. Despite Kira starting to pack up her things she hadn't moved from her seat. We were both transfixed, watching Laura enjoy herself. It seemed like neither Kira nor I were breathing, rather that Laura was doing all the breathing for us. I could get lost watching her chest heave. I slowly increased the intensity of the vibrations and played with their rhythm. 

"Mmmmm," Laura kept her eyes closed, her soft swaying adapting to the new rhythm of her toy. 

Despite all my blood seeming to be in my cock I still had enough sense to be aware that I was in a dangerously grey area. I wasn't touching Laura and I hadn't propositioned her. But here I was helping get her off without Sally's knowledge while she sorted out our flour supply. Sally and I had played with other partners before but it was always strictly organised- we only did it with each other's approval in each other's presence. 

Watching Laura starting to moan softly I didn't think that I could turn back now. But I needed to tell Sally what was going on without freaking everyone out. To buy myself time I tried a button on the app that was set apart from the rest. It didn't change the sound of the toy but it caused Laura to immediately gasp and grasp at her thighs. Whatever I had activated must have been pleasuring Laura internally. With Laura fully distracted I minimised the app and quickly sent Sally a text on Laura's phone: 

Hiya, Chris here. 

The two customers from Jess' tricked me. 

One has me using this phone to operate the vibrator she is wearing. 

Our lucky day! 

You should come out and play. 

Sally always checked her phone quickly. I expected that she would be out here very soon and the party could fully start. With my conscious relieved I could now return my focus to Laura. She was now softly moaning almost continuously. I gave her a quick blast of vibration on maximum power. Her eyes flooded open in shock, her throat tight with pleasure. 

"Fuck," she groaned. 

We locked eyes as she bit her bottom lip. I smiled and changed the rhythm once again as I reduced the intensity of the vibrations. I wanted Laura to last until Sally arrived. 

"You're such a tease," she gasped. 

"I thought that you wanted to be played with?" 

Laura gave a slight nod, barely obvious over the shaking that was beginning to sweep through her body. 

"I loved being played with," she declared. 

Watching her breasts jiggle in her push-up bra caused my cock to throb. I still felt short of breath. 

Laura let out a long and loud groan that Sally must have heard if she hadn't already checked her phone. In response Kira gave a little whimper, surprising both Laura and myself. I had almost forgotten that she was in the room. Kira was still seated but her posture had changed. She was completely rigid, gripping the table so fiercely that her knuckles were white. I wasn't the only one mesmerised by Laura's brazen display. Kira had moved one of her knees over the other. This allowed me to admire her smooth and soft legs before they retreated into her small dress. Her legs were closed ferociously- she seemed to be focusing all of her strength on the task. As we watched Kira she almost imperceptibly ground her thighs against each other, discreetly working her clit. 




Sex Toys and Coffee



"There's no need to be so shy Kira," Laura encouraged, pausing every few words to gasp. 

"Just because you're a crazy slut," Kira laughed. "Let me be a demure slut thank you." 

My cock was screaming for attention. I was about to reach into my pants and pull it out when the door of the cafe opened. We all looked up, completely startled. Initially I was probably the most surprised- Sally had just walked in the front door of the shop. She must have snuck around from the back door. I smiled, realising that both Laura and Kira thought that she was a normal customer and not my girlfriend and fellow cafe owner. Kira didn't change her posture, it was impossible for the tension in her body to increase. She no longer ground her thighs against one another but she still maintained pressure on her groin. 

In contrast Laura's bearing changed greatly. She had been on the cusp of orgasm, moaning and writhing in pleasure. Now she attempted to stand normally, hiding her state. Although she was able to control her sounds and movements her breathing was still ragged and deep. With the small beads of sweat on her brow it looked like she had been so desperate for coffee that she had run here. Mercilessly, I refused to turn the vibrator down, leaving it at near maximum power. 

Sally strode up to the counter, "Can I please grab a latte?" she requested. 

I barely attempted to hide my mirth at this farcical scene. 

"I'll grab that for you right now," I laughed. 

Kira and Laura must have thought my enjoyment was solely due to Laura's situation. 

"I guess it must be almost closing time for you?" Sally asked with false innocence. 

I smiled, appreciating Sally's practicality, "I was just about to close up actually." 

"Let me do that while you grab the coffee," Sally suggested, immediately heading over to flip the open sign, lock the door and draw the curtains in front of the windows. 

"Hang on, we need to go!" exclaimed Kira, distress covering her face. 

Laura didn't look like she was capable of talking let alone moving anywhere. Her jaw was clenched tightly. Her only obvious movements were the rapid and deep heaving of her chest. Closely examining her, she didn't seem to be able to fully control her feet either- her toes were wiggling in her ballet flats. 

"We'll just be going now," declared Kira, rising up and moving over to help Laura. 

"There's no need to rush," said Sally warmly. "The weather is wretched outside." 

I passed Sally her coffee, she accepted it with a smile before asking, "So how do you guys know Chris?" gesturing towards me. 

"We don't actually, we just came in for a coffee and now we're about to leave," answered Kira. 

"You're in such a hurry!" she laughed. "You should stay! The coffee is good and I can see that Chris is eager to serve you." 

We both blushed. 

"And what about you- how do you know Chris?" Sally asked, addressing Laura directly. 

"Same," Laura managed to grunt. 

"That's strange," Sally said, scrutinising Laura as she approached her so that she was now standing directly in front of her. In the silence the buzzing of the vibrator was clearly audible. "I thought that you would have got to know my boyfriend better before you asked him to get you off. That is what happened isn't it? Or has he bent the truth?" 

Laura's eyes widened in alarm. 

"You're his girlfriend?" Kira exclaimed. "Oh shit! We're so sorry. No one touched anyone- it was just a bit of a game. And we're definitely going now," she said grabbing a hold of Laura's arm. 

I hadn't been sure how Sally was going to come clean about our relationship. Despite her bluster I could tell that she deeply turned on- she was enjoying toying with the newcomers. 

"There's no need to end the game," Sally said, grabbing a hold of Laura's other arm. Laura had started trembling slightly again; whether that was in fear, excitement or a combination of the two I couldn't tell. "I just thought I'd set the record straight." Sally smiled encouragingly. "And now we can all started play together," Sally added, slowly moving her hand from Laura's arm to brush her breast. 

"Oh Laura and I don't play like that together," responded Kira, her face flush with embarassment. 

"You just make yourselves cum in front of each other?" laughed Sally. "I can see that the tension under that little dress isn't just fear." 

Kira didn't reply, instead she rapidly sat down, resuming her previous position with her legs crossed. 

"Are you okay Laura? Do you want to stay?" asked Kira. 

Laura nodded, no longer trying to hide the pleasure streaming through her body. I admired her fine body that was jiggling in all the right places. Sally prowled around her. 

"She's better than okay," she declared, stroking Laura's hair before reaching to squeeze her butt. Leaning in close to her ear, Sally whispered, "You're a happy little slut aren't you?" 

Laura nodded furiously, moaning in delight. Sally was significantly taller than Laura- standing so close to her, Sally's strong and sexy body dominated Laura's form. 

"Say it, tell me how you're a little slut," Sally demanded. 

Laura took a deep breath, then rapidly screamed, "I'm a horny slut! My pussy needs filling!" 

Sally laughed, making another languid lap of Laura, her hand brushing against Laura's shaking body as she walked around her. Upon completion of her lap, Sally reached to Laura's groin, rubbing Laura's vibrator against her body through her dress. Laura gasped and closed her eyes. Sally finally answered Laura's screams in a surprisingly soothing voice, "I know that you need filling baby." 

This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I unfurled my erect cock from my pants, stubbornly resisting the urge to start pumping it wildly- I was so turned on that I was fearful of cumming immediately. 

"Yes," mouthed Laura, her body shaking so much that her dress had fallen off one of her shoulders, exposing her green and black push-up bra. 

"No, not like you two thinking," answered Sally. She moved her hand from Laura's groin to reach around to slip her hand underneath Laura's exposed bra. She gave Laura a firm squeeze before using her other hand to push Laura forward without warning. She was now bent over the counter right in front of me. Laura didn't resist but I don't think that she could have if she had tried. She smiled at me as I reached forward to fondle her breasts. Sally pulled one of her dildos out of her handbag and brandished it as she smiled at me. I grinned back- Sally had chosen well. It was one of her larger items, significantly bigger than my cock. It was always a thrill for us both when she could take it. I loved inspecting Sally's excitement all along its smooth black length when she had finished with it. 

Sally deftly raised Laura's dress over her hips with one hand, using the other to maintain firm pressure on her back. Laura squealed in delight, her g-string now exposed. It matched her bra, a tiny silky green and black number. Unbidden, Laura spread her legs- demanding to be taken. Her underwear was so small that Sally didn't have to remove it, simply pulling it to the side to expose Laura's swollen and parted lips. Her scent filled the room. She was wearing the small vibrator that I had been controlling. It fit inside her before wrapping around to excite her clit. Now that it was fully exposed it was quite loud, I realised that despite its size it must be quite powerful. 

"Can you take this big boy?" Sally teased, brushing the dildo against Laura's inner thigh, letting her feel its size. 

The way that Sally was pressing Laura into the counter prevented her from ever having seen the dildo- Laura was going to have to make this call based purely on the feeling of it against her skin. She was putting her trust in this hot stranger. She let Sally rub it around her inner thighs and over her buttocks. Sally raised the dildo up to give Laura a light smack on the bum with it. I groaned in appreciation. Both Sally and Laura giggled at me- I must have had the most dumbstruck look on my face. 

"Do you think I can take it Kira?" Laura gasped. 

"I think that you're going try no matter what I say. But yes, I think you're going to have a good time with that." 

Looking up at Kira I noticed that she had shifted her chair slightly so that she had a better view of what was happening at the counter. She ignored me; her attention was focussed purely on Laura's exposed pussy. 

"Mmm, describe it to me," Laura demanded. 

"It's black and smooth, wider and longer than any real cock I've seen, but it's no monstrosity. And now its tip is glistening with your juices." 

We all laughed at the final observation. 

"Thanks Kira," Laura breathed. "I'm ready. I want it." She rose up on the tips of her toes to give Sally better access. I could no longer restrain myself, I began pumping my cock. With Laura lying just in front of me she watched me hungrily me as I began to work over my cock. 

Despite her assertive demeanour, Sally was gentle as she worked the big black dildo into Laura. Slowly the intensity and depth of the strokes increased. Laura's eyes were closed and her breathing became ragged. I was unsure if she was in pleasure or pain. I was just about to ask her but I kept quiet when a dopey smile spread across her face. Sally was now pumping the dildo firmly in and out of Laura's cunt. It made the most delicious sound as it worked in and out of her. 

"Fuck!" Laura screamed. Reaching out to grasp my wrists, she began to thrash on the counter. I was frustrated that Laura's grip on me prevented me from masturbating. I tried to get my hands free but Laura was holding me too tightly. Without use of my hands I tried to get Laura to take me in her mouth, thrusting my cock forward so that it was just in front of her face. She ignored it- too overwhelmed by orgasm to notice. 

"Take it! Take it," Sally urged, her skin flush with excitement and she drove the dildo in and out of Laura's wet pussy. Laura kept on screaming, I don't think that she could have formed real words if she wanted to. As Laura's thrashing subsided to merely shaking she opened her eyes to see my cock just in front of her face. 

"Hello there," she laughed, sweat on her brow. 

"I need my hands back please," I demanded. 

She laughed, guiding one of my hands to grasp my cock and my other to cup my balls. 

"Much better," Laura observed. "Now let me see you at work." 

Kira squealed in delight, although Laura was addressing me, Kira seemed to have this directive for herself. She was no longer making any effort to hide her masturbation. Instead she sat with her legs fully spread. She was a sexy mess with her dress hitched up to her hips, rigorously rubbing her clit through her sheer black underwear. We made eye contact as we both played with ourselves. I pumped my cock hard, my other hand massaging my balls. She gripped her small breast and began to follow Laura into orgasm, making the chair squeak as she shook. I came with her, groaning as I unloaded onto the counter. My heart felt like it could explode- I panted, relishing the sensation of my arteries streaming with joy. I tried my best to control myself and aim my spurts away from Laura but despite my efforts I couldn't fully control my arcs. Some of me ending up on her arm. She groaned in appreciation. 

"He packs quite a load," Laura declared, admiring my cum covering the counter and her arm. Sally had relaxed her pressure on Laura's back such that Laura could turn around to face her and see the tail of Kira's orgasm. 

"It's because you're such a hot little tease," Sally smiled, giving Laura a soft smack on the bum. "And I like that your friend has joined the party." 

We all watched Kira finish her orgasm. She smiled and renewed her screaming as we all focussed on her. I loved how firmly she gripped her breast as she came- I wondered if it would hurt afterwards. Once Kira had finished cumming she let her hands drop away from her pussy and breast. She looked happily spent and didn't bother closing her legs. I admired her full and dark bush, clearly visible through her soaked undies. 

"I think you've got another one in you," Sally said, massaging Laura's back as Laura finally pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. 

"I think that I've got many more in me," Laura giggled, struggling to turn the vibrator off. Pausing to lick my cum off her arm, she smiled before adding "And I also want another in me at the same time- I want to suck Chris' cock whilst you fuck me." 

"You are a thirsty little slut aren't you?" Sally replied, before leaning in to give Laura a passionate kiss of approval. 

It took all of my strength of will to remain impassive but my body and mind were screaming in anticipation. 

"And you could take another in you well," a new voice suggested from behind me. 

I turned around in shock. Jess was smiling behind me. Sally must have helped her sneak in the back door. Everyone had been facing her except me. 

"How long have you been there?" I demanded, perturbed by her sudden introduction. 

"Long enough," answered Kira with a tired smile. 

Jess grinned, brushing my back to calm me. She stepped next to me to stand close to Laura, "I remember what else you bought in my store. Want to give it a go?" 

Laura's eyes lit up as she considered the proposal, but she was clearly nervous. "I don't know if I'm that much of a slut." 

"You're not a slut, you're just a woman who knows what she wants and is prepared to go get it. Slut can be such an ugly word," Jess observed. "You bought it because you wanted to use it." 

"Alright, let's try it," agreed Laura. "Can you please pass my bag Kira?" 

Kira smoothed her dress back over her hips before grabbing Laura's bag from next to her and passing it to Laura. She opened the package to reveal a small butt-plug made of surgical steel. 

"Laura, I want to be part of your group fucking," Kira said shyly. 

"I thought that you'd never ask," Laura beamed. "Can you massage my back while we get this inside of me? It always helps me relax." 

Kira nodded, pulling Laura's dress over her head before doing the same for herself. Kira was bra-less; the thick nipples on her small breasts rigid with excitement. The breast that she had been gripping when she was cumming was still lined with marks from her fingers, clearly visible across her tanned skin. Laura kissed this breast lightly; more of a get-well kiss than an act of passion. She then removed her own underwear before turning to slide Kira's underwear down over her hips. 

"You're so wet," Laura exclaimed. "I love that." She giggled before tenderly slipping a single finger between Kira's lips. Kira shuddered in surprise and excitement. Laura brought the glistening up to her mouth and tasted Kira. "You're delicious," Laura whispered, before turning to kiss her. As the two friends wrapped themselves around each other the rest of us stripped down. 

I had never seen Jess nude before. I admired her waxed pussy with her long labia. I was surprised to see that one of her nipples was pierced. As always Sally looked spectacular naked- her large breasts shaking delightfully with her every movement. I was pretty sure that Jess and Sally were well acquainted with one another's bodies- some of Jess' advanced workshops were pretty hands-on. They never would tell me exactly how these workshops operated but I don't think that Sally could come home so immediately proficient in her new arts without some practical training. Often I enjoyed the idea of Jess training Sally as I much as I enjoyed the results when Sally came home to me. I think Sally recognised this and deliberately kept things hazy so that I could fill in the details with my own fantasies. 

Sally and Jess both turned to Laura and began to massage her back. Evidently Kira had lost focus on her assignment. She and Laura gently fingered one another as they stood together. Still they kissed. Laura leaned back, letting Kira and Sally kiss her on opposite sides of the neck. 

"Oh god," she moaned. 

"Are you ready?" Jess asked, picking up the butt-plug and covering it a ridiculous amount of lube. 

"Yes," Laura gulped, resuming her position bent over the counter. Laura and Kira still kept two fingers in each other's pussies. They both squelched enticingly as they worked in and out of each other. Sally loomed over Laura, tenderly massaging her back. Jess stood behind her and gently slipped a lubed finger into Laura's anus. She gasped initially before relaxing quite quickly. 

"Alright, now for the real deal," warned Jess as she removed her finger and slowly introduced the plug. 

After some initial discomfort Laura was groaning in pleasure. Sally had taken this time to slip on a harness and affix the dildo as a strap-on. 

"When did you get that?" I asked. This all seemed like a dream- I didn't know that Sally owned that kind of gear. 

"I quickly bought it from Jess when I got your message. It sounded like it would come in handy. And when Jess heard about our party she decided that she had to join us." 

My cock quivered in excitement, rock hard once again. It stood in front of Laura's face. Her mouth would be the last of her holes to be filled. Kira slipped her fingers out of Laura's pussy. Again Sally stood behind her, the strap-on comically rising up from her crotch. She began to slowly work it into her again, letting Laura adjust to the double penetration 

"How you doing?" I asked Laura, watching her face contort. 

"It's so intense- holy shit!" she gasped. "Stay slow Sally, I need a minute." 

Despite the almost overwhelming sensations that Laura was experiencing she was still pumping her fingers in and out of Kira. Kira was starting to go weak at the knees. 

"You should sit along the counter-top," Jess suggested, helping lift Kira up. "Sit up here and lean back on your elbows. Let us all play with you," Jess soothed. Clearly she was experienced in these situations. 

With Kira resting along the counter Laura, Jess and I all had good access to her body. I began massaging one of her breasts, gently tweaking her nipple. Laura was now driving three fingers into her. Jess began to play with her other breast and started massaging her clit. I could see that it was quite large, that must have helped her masturbate when she was grinding her legs. 

"That's it honey, relax," Jess encouraged. 

Kira stopped trying to watch us all run our hands across her body and lent her eyes close and her head fall back. Jess fell in to kiss and nibble at her neck. 

Laura adjusted her gaze, taking a few moments to absorb her friend's ecstasy before telling Sally, "That's it- I'm ready for you now. I want it hard and deep." 

Immediately she turned to take my cock in her mouth. She was sucking on me hard. Sally started pounding into Laura, grasping her own tits as we locked eyes and both smiled. With the increased intensity of the thrusting Laura was groaning in delight. Her moans sent delicious vibrations all down my length. Every time that Sally pounded Laura she forced her whole body forward, including her mouth over my cock. Laura eased back after each stroke, meaning that her mouth was sliding deliciously up and down my cock. I knew that I wasn't going to last long. A particularly powerful thrust left Laura screaming in delight on my cock. I couldn't take it any more- a blinding orgasm exploded out of me. My cock pulsed so fiercely it almost hurt. I unloaded my cum into Laura's mouth. Wave after wave of delicious warmth pulsed out of my core and rushed to my skin as I closed my eyes in ecstasy. When the violence subsided I felt like I could float away at any moment. 

I looked down to see Laura smiling up at me exhaustedly. She had managed to swallow most of me but a bit had escaped onto her chin. Still she held my cock as Sally thrust into her. Her other hand was still somehow working Kira's pussy. I looked across just in time to see Kira explode in orgasm. As her pussy clenched Kira began to squirt. Jess moaned in appreciation at Kira's display. No wonder her underwear was so wet earlier. Kira screamed, her juices arcing across the counter. A few drops managed to reach Laura's face. Laura screamed in appreciation. In the heat of this moment I had maintained my erection. I took my cock out of Laura's hand, she was so overwhelmed that she was no longer masturbating me properly, and began furiously pumping myself. I was chasing a double bounce orgasm, turned on to see our counter covered in sex. 




Sex Toys and Coffee



With my free hand I grabbed one of Laura's breasts. I know that this didn't bring her orgasm but she began to cum as soon as I touched her. She screamed and bucked furiously. I squeezed her tightly- it would have hurt if she wasn't already cumming. She was a sight to behold, her whole body arching and writhing. Throughout this she let off an almost unbroken scream. I managed to cum again, letting myself shoot out over Laura's back. I don't think that she noticed, she was buried in her own avalanche of orgasm. I felt dizzy. Eventually Laura relaxed and Sally slipped out of her. I was surprised to see Laura's juices so far up the dildo- Sally could never take it that deep. A bunch of panting messes, we all turned to admire Laura's achievement as it dangled in front of Sally 

After a few moments of gasping, Jess asked "Who wants the next turn?" No one answered quickly as Jess walked over to undo Sally's harness. Her hands spent as much time undoing the buckles as they did caressing Sally's buttocks and thighs. 

"I need to cum so badly right now," Sally whispered, stepping out of the leather straps. "Show me how to use this thing," she requested, passing the rig to Jess and stepping forward so that her wet pussy was rubbing against Jess' side. 

"Time for a workshop?" Jess laughed, enjoying Sally grinding against her. "But it's polite to offer guests first use. How are you doing Kira?" 

Kira blushed, her breathing still heavy from her orgasm, "I think I'd prefer a real cock first," she declared, glancing at me. 

"Then it all works out," Sally said brightly, idly massaging her clit against Jess. "I think this one needs a little rest," looking across at Laura who was smiling contentedly but looked incapable of movement. 

"I need a mini-break too," I said. "Let me just put these croissants in the oven. I think we're going to some sustenance tonight."



Sex Toys and Websites



I didn't tell my girlfriend that I was moving out; just packed my stuff and disappeared while she was at work. There was no need to say anything. After weeks of sleeping on the couch she wasn't going to miss me.

My new apartment was furnished so the move mostly involved traipsing boxes up the stairs and finding the right shelf, cupboard or drawer for their contents. Still, it was pretty late in the evening when I finally sat down to enjoy a well-earned wank. There were a few unpacked boxes in various rooms but since they didn't contain anything essential they could wait. This was the first night I'd had in a long time to take care of my sexual needs and I wasn't going to waste it.

A lot of men would go out on the town to find a one night stand. Not me. I was never good looking enough or had the confidence to do that so the internet had become my steady mistress over the years. I got hard pretty quickly, stroking myself with my free hand as I surfed free porn with the other, and, as much as I tried to make the experience last for a while, shot my load into a tissue sooner than I'd have liked.

Normally once I cum I lose interest in sex. Something was different about that night though. Immediately I felt that one wank wasn't enough, so I tossed my used tissue on the floor and continued rubbing my softening cock. I started searching for new material, looking for something a little more shocking than a slutty woman to get my erection to return more quickly, and stumbled upon an image of a very sexy woman with a large cock dangling between her legs. I clicked on the image to take a closer look but some damned malware hijacked my browser and redirected me to another site.

Before I could open my task manager the site started playing a video of a shemale playing with herself in front of the camera. The erotic display captured my attention and, with my blood being redirected back to my cock, I forgot about the present risk of a computer virus.

It's strange, I don't remember much after that. I do remember jacking off vigorously and I think I must have passed out from the intensity and exhaustion of getting off twice inside such a short space of time. I vaguely recall getting up from my computer in the middle of the night to have a shower and then going to bed straight after, but I have no idea what time that was.

I was woken up the next day by a loud knock at the door. In a mad scramble to see who it was I had to dump the contents of a couple of boxes to find my bathrobe, shouting that I'd be there in just a second. When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful young woman holding a plain white box.

After exchanging pleasant introductions, she handed me the box. 'This arrived for you this morning but the building manager left it in front of my door. I'm really sorry; I opened it by mistake thinking it was for me. I hope you don't mind.'

'Not at all,' I said. I examined the package. It was long and narrow with no brand markings to suggest what it contained. 'It was probably meant for the previous occupant anyway.'

'That would make sense actually. The, ah, item in the package is definitely not something a man would normally buy.'

'Keep it then.'

'Oh, okay. Thanks. Welcome to the building, Tom. I'll see you around.' She crossed the hall back to her apartment, glanced over her shoulder with a mixture of a frown and a smile, and slipped out of sight.

The day was pretty boring, filled mostly with shopping and unpacking the rest of my belongings. I thought about Jennifer a lot, wondering if she was single and toying with how to ask her out. When I finally plucked up the courage to knock on her door I heard cries of lust on the other side, so I retired back to my apartment to handle my dejection with another session of self-love.

My computer automatically opened the shemale sex site when I booted it up. To be honest I didn't really complain, they were just as sexy to me as the night before, perhaps more so. I watched nothing else that night, mesmerised as I was by those hot babes and how they couldn't get enough of each other's meat sticks. Once again I didn't go to bed until it was very late and I remember dreaming about being a shemale myself. It was intensely vivid, especially any time a cock entered my mouth or ass, and it left me feeling conflicted in the morning as I'd always been strictly hetero.

I went for a run to clear my head and found a package outside my door on my return. It was identical to Jennifer's the day before. Inside, surrounded by silky fabric, was a large, very realistically shaped dildo that put my own cock to shame. This must have been meant for a different person, yet the receipt had my name, address and the last four digits of my credit card.

That damn website. I must have subscribed to it. And now it was using my credit card without my permission. I marched straight to my computer, the site flashing up as expected, and I searched for a way to cancel my mistake.

Are you sure? Yes, of course I was. Another window popped up. Are you sure you don't want to watch our sexy girls play one last time? As fun as that would be my financial security was more important, so yes. The site persisted. Are you sure you don't want to watch and use your new toy to feel the pleasure with them?

The video started playing as the website awaited my decision. There was a man, naked on all fours, with a beautiful woman teasing his ass with the same dildo I'd seen in the box.

'You want this, don't you?' she said.

'Yes,' he said, his breathes coming short and fast.

'You want to feel it thrust inside you, feel it squirt its magic deep within. Let it take hold and give you a nice, big cock of your own.'

'Yes.'

'Good. You'll make an excellent slut,' she said and pushed the cock into his upturned ass. It slid in easily and I found myself quickly undressing and reaching for my own dildo to join him. The fake cock leaked a clear, slippery substance from its tip that lubricated me nicely, so it didn't take long for me to catch up with the action on screen. My dick was the hardest I'd ever experienced as I thrust the silicon phallus as deep as it would go and I felt it shoot something warm inside me. That pushed me over the edge and I shot a huge load of jizz onto my bare stomach.

I left the computer running and took a shower, taking the dildo with me to fuck myself with it again under the hot spray. The urge to be filled by that wonderful rod took me many times that day and I emptied its entire supply of pseudo-spunk in my ass. It was just another form of masturbation; nothing gay about it. At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

When I went online to order a new dildo I took the time to read through the product description. Apparently the fluid contained a special growth hormone and there was a treasure trove of photos and videos showing the effect it had had on the star of the video I'd watched earlier. They were all pure close-ups though, so it was probably a scam using photoshop or even just different people. Still, I wanted it to be true.

I clicked purchase and watched a hot video of a shemale sucking off two guys at once before going to bed. It was cute the way her own cock slowly grew erect as she slobbered all over the veiny shafts in front of her. I didn't know if I wanted her or wanted to be her. Either way my sex life would involve other cocks. The appeal of that thought scared me and I quickly closed down the screen.

The next morning I woke feeling refreshed and very horny. There was no rush to get out of bed so I stayed there and mused on how a big, hard cock with throbbing veins would feel in my hands. Without touching, my own cock stirred beneath the sheets. It crawled up my leg and onto my stomach, pulsing with every heartbeat, its journey not stopping where I expected it too. When it slipped past my belly button I threw off the covers to see a succulent sausage I could hardly believe was my own.

My body also looked smoother and I could have sworn that my nipples were puffing out slightly. I touched one of them to check and felt a jolt of electricity shoot down my spine and straight up my cock. Amazing! I grabbed both my nipples and started playing with them, eager to experiment with the new sensations. I rubbed, pinched and pulled on my hard nipples, caressed them lightly, twisted them hard. Everything I did had me squirming and moaning like a slut in porno. Only I wasn't acting. I came without ever touching my throbbing meat, shooting cum over my smooth chest and busy hands, and I screamed out in bliss.

Several minutes passed as I enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm. I didn't feel the usual urge to clean myself up, which was surprising given how much I hated having cum on me, so I laid there peacefully until my heart rate slowed and my body cooled down.

It was Saturday so the package didn't arrive until nearly lunch, by which time the desire to have my ass filled with hot cream was driving me to distraction. I tore open the box and screamed with girly giddiness when I saw the pink toy and a complimentary channel decoder that fit on the back of my television. I scrambled to the lounge, shut the curtains, shuffled out of my clothes and tuned into the shemale network.

In my excitement I forgot to grab a fresh box of tissues from the cupboard. With one hand rubbing my cock and the other thrusting the toy in my ass, they would have been a distraction anyway. It wasn't long before I was shrieking with joy, spewing huge amounts of cum over my chest and stomach, the hot splashes over my skin adding a pleasant flourish of sensation to my orgasm. 

I wanted more. I nudged the dildo in my ass and idly rubbed my hands over my nipples. The flesh underneath them were sending me signals to massage it a bit too so I widened the circles I was making with my fingers, unwittingly sliding through the puddle of cum in the middle of my chest and dragging some it back across a nipple. I gasped. Without thinking my hand greedily swooped over the sticky man-juice that plastered my torso and drenched my tingling nipples in it.

The slut in the current scene dismounted from the man fucking her and dropped to her knees. All of the men surrounded her and stroked their thick, meaty pricks until spunk rained down on her proffered tits. My own cock erupted and I quickly moved my hand out of the way to receive the thick torrents of seed straight on my hard nipples and the oddly soft flesh beneath them.

The more I covered myself in sweet smelling cum, the hornier I got. All afternoon the dildo shot its loads into me, and I shot loads over myself with greater and greater volume and intensity. Each spray landed higher on my chest, then my neck, my chin, my cheeks. Some landed in my open mouth and the salty nectar danced over my taste buds. I made sure a lot more landed in my mouth after that.

It was dark outside when the channel showed a debut from one of their new models. She looked like she could have been the sister of the man from the day before, save the huge cock dangling between her legs. Then I realised it was actually him. I'd stared at his cock long enough to recognise it. Warning bells burst through the fogginess of my arousal and I sat up, feeling the weight of my tits for the first time. They were still small, perhaps only a b-cup, but it was obvious from the debuting slut they wouldn't stay that way. Then I remembered Jennifer and her embarrassed greeting with a package that was obviously meant for me. I needed to get that package back before she was affected by these strange events too, if it wasn't already too late.

I hopped in the shower to get cleaned up and searched for some loose clothing to wear. As I got dressed I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and jumped. Looking closer my eyebrows were thinner, my lips a little fuller, my nose narrower and my hair was almost touching my shoulders. I hoped Jennifer would still be able to recognise me.

I burst across the hall and knocked on Jennifer's door. She opened the door wearing nothing except a bathrobe, her body disguised beneath the fluffy cotton.

'Can I help you?' she asked. She didn't recognise me.

'It's me, Tom, from across the hall,' I said, my voice softer and higher than I was used to.

'Tom! You look... different.'

'I know. Do you remember that package for me that you accidently opened? Can I have it back?'

'Sure,' she said, thankfully convinced of who I was. 'Come in and sit down while I find it.'

I breathed a sigh of relief. If she needed to search than it must have been tossed somewhere and forgotten about. Jennifer led me into her lounge and I struggled to steal my eyes from the gentle sway of her round hips, glad that in my consuming hunger for cock I still lusted after women.

'Make yourself comfortable,' she said and pointed toward the couch. 'I think I left it in the bedroom last night.'

Oh no. I was so focused on watching Jennifer that I hadn't seen the clues. I started to take in everything around me. The dildos strewn over the floor, the muted channel on the television, the smell of sex in the air; Jennifer was under the same spell as me.

She entered the room waving a pink dildo in the air. 'Found it!'

'Jennifer, I'm so sorry,' I blurted. 'This is all a mistake. The fault of some weird website I never should have clicked on.'

'I figured you had something to do with my changes,' she said and started to undo her robe; 'but I'll let you off the hook if you take care of this for me!'

Her robe fell to the floor, revealing mouth-watering tits that hung like honeydew drops and a big, thick cock that was hard and ready for action. The sight captivated me. Her cock bobbed with every step, her heavy balls swaying in rhythm with her chest. I collapsed to my knees under its charm. The head of her cock touched my soft lips and I parted them gently. The taste of warm skin and salty pre danced over my tongue as her shaft slid into my mouth and I wrapped my hands around her long rod to prevent it from slipping away.

'You know, I'd never used a dildo before I met you,' she said as I sucked on her delicious meat pole. 'Mmmm. I didn't have the courage to buy one, even online. Ah! But thanks to you I finally got the chance to try one. And boy was it fun! It squirted something inside me, mmmm, which did freak me out a little, but not enough to stop me from using it again. And again. And again!'

She lifted my shirt and I had to stop as she pulled it over my head, exposing my small breasts much to her satisfaction, and I resumed my cock-sucking without encouragement.

'Ahhh. When the changes started I used the delivery note to find the website it was ordered from and discovered a rather kinky site dedicated to transforming people into very sexy shemales. It was a bit hard to believe, but then so was the fact that my clit had grown to over 3-inches by then.'

And it had grown a lot more since. There was ten inches of thick man-meat where her clit had once been and two plum-sized balls that held most of my attention as I thought of the creamy reward they'd soon blast my tonsils with.

'Oh yeah, keep sucking like that and your mouth will be the first I use every day,' she said with a heavy breath. I never thought words like that could get me so excited. I rolled my nipples in my fingers and bobbed my head faster.

'I ended up subscribing,' she continued. 'Those shemale sluts are just so hot and they have so much fun. I envied them and ordered lots more toys from their catalogue in the hopes that I could become one too. And, oh god, I didn't expect it to be like this!'

She started thrusting her hips and I let her take control, my own cock throbbing with excitement as she used me for her pleasure. Her cock felt firmer against my lips as her climax neared and I looked straight up into her eyes.

'I'm so fucking horny. I spent today sucking off strangers through a glory hole and fucking loved every minute of it. I'm so perverted now, I even took selfies! I'm a slut and I love it! So thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!'

Her cock erupted in my mouth with a torrent of jizz. It tasted wonderful, the thick salty tang sending shivers down my spine with every gulp. My lips didn't want to let her go as she pulled away and painted my pretty face with her last few ropes of cum. It felt hot against my skin and the smell was like an exotic perfume that reminded me of the ocean.

Unable to resist any longer, I rubbed my cock through the fabric of my jogging pants and came hard, raising my girly voice to the heavens as my whole body shook with electric jolts. When I opened my eyes Jennifer was looking down on me with a wide grin and I looked away feeling embarrassed.

She dropped to her knees and pulled me into a deep kiss, my hard nipples burying themselves in the warm embrace of her soft chest as our tongues swirled together. I wrapped my arms around and pulled her closer, my heart straining with the passion that consumed me.

'Am I going to be a slut too?' I half-whispered after I broke off from the kiss. She smiled at me and rubbed a finger across my cheek, bringing with it some spunk that I greedily sucked into my mouth without thought.

'I think you already are,' she teased. 'Spend a night with me and I'll prove it. You owe me that much.'

She stood and led me to the bedroom where she undressed me the rest of the way and kissed me for a while. Her hands caressed the inside of my leg, rubbed over the swell of my bottom, and gently squeezed my breasts. An ache grew inside my body, the desire to be filled by her cock becoming greater every time her hardness brushed against my leg.

I rolled her over and straddled her waist. She smiled at me and ran her hands up my stomach to cup my breasts as I reached behind to grab her cock. I pressed the tip against my sensitive rosebud and pushed my body down. Her cock glided in. I sighed with pleasure. Inch after inch sunk into my fuckhole until my soft cheeks rested against her thighs. It was done. My anal virginity was gone and there was no going back.

I rocked gently back and forth, allowing myself to become accustomed to the feeling of being so completely filled. Then, slowly, I started to move up and down in small amounts. Most of the time, my eyes were shut so I could concentrate on the sensation of being stretched in such a pleasurable way. Whenever I opened them Jennifer was smiling up at me and I'd smile back. I rode her harder, with longer strokes up and down her shaft, cooing when she pinched a nipple and moaning when she spanked my ass. My cock went untouched, though it was harder than steel and getting ready to erupt.

'If we do this for much longer I'm going to cover you in my cum,' I said, remembering the courtesies expected of me from past girlfriends.

'I'd hope so,' she said with a grin. She licked her lips and met my downward motion with a thrust of her hips. There was the smack of skin on skin and I cried out. A few more of those and I'd be finished.

I bounced up and slammed back against her rising hips, shrieking with every bounce. My cock twitched and unleashed a salvo over the right side of her face. Jennifer grabbed my hips and pounded me twice more, my second spray covering her neck, than held me at balls deep as she unloaded her own sweet load. Feeling her hot seed flow into me pushed me to greater heights and I shot a strong rope that reached her forehead. It covered her nose and ran down into her open mouth, where her tongue snaked out to gather what it could reach. My final blast coated her left tit nicely and the rest dribbled out onto her stomach.

We breathed heavily, smiled, even giggled a little as we recovered.

'You don't want to get off me, do you?' she asked.

I smiled and shook my head. 'It feels too good. I want your cock to stay inside me forever.'




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'Sure you don't want to be a slut?' she teased.

'Oh, I might need you to convince me a little more.'

Jennifer grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, her cock still buried in me as she came to rest over top, her cum covered face looming over me with unquenched lust. It filled my stomach with butterflies to be wanted so much by someone who looked so beautiful.

I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. I could taste my cum on her lips and my eyes opened in surprise as her tongue pushed what it held into my mouth. I moaned and grabbed her head so she couldn't pull away. Our tongues danced in the puddle of spunk and I felt her cock stiffen once more in my ass. The butterflies grew stronger.

When the kiss ended we looked into each other's eyes and swallowed together.

'So tell me the truth, is it your new favourite flavour?' she asked. She bit her lip and looked at me hopefully.

'Maybe,' I replied. My smile told her it was. I licked along her neck, following the trail of my cum, and brought her in for another snowball. We both moaned with delight. Our tongues danced again and then we swallowed as one.

I rolled my hips, signalling that I was ready for her to start thrusting. She read me perfectly and withdrew from the kiss to give herself better purchase for her long thrusts. I whimpered as she pulled back, the sudden emptiness too much to bear, and then my love tunnel was stretched once more with inch after inch of her unyielding flesh.

'Ooooo, your cock feels so good.'

'Tell me you love it.'

'I do. I love it. I love your big, fat cock!'

'Yeah? Pretty soon you'll love any cock!'

I mauled her dangling tits and locked eyes as she thrust deep inside me. 'Not as long as I have yours, baby.'

'Mmm, we'll see about that.'

She slammed into me. I loved it and squealed to show her just how much. 'Yes! Fuck my ass! Harder!'

She happily obliged. I clutched the bed sheets as she pummelled my ass; my legs splayed in the air and my tits jiggling with every impact.

'YES! YES! DON'T STOP. HARDER! FUCK MY ASS HARDER! YES! YES! I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!!'

As my cock sprayed its hot load over me, Jennifer pulled out and added her load to the downpour. I loved it; a hot sticky shower of salty nectar focused on my soft, feminine body.

Jennifer collapsed beside me, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. We were both spent. I snuggled up next to her, draping my smooth leg over hers and resting my head on her shoulder. I watched her chest fall into the steady rhythm of sleep, my eyes growing heavier with each passing moment, until I fell asleep too. A deep, dreamless sleep where Tom was laid to rest and Tammi was born.



Sex Toys for Joanna



Joanna had always felt insecure about her nipples.

They were long, pink, and delicate. Her breasts were small. That's what made the sight so jarring. She had small breasts with long pink nipples.

She used to be embarrassed taking her top off for a new boyfriend. A part of her was even ashamed about it. But over time, she became used to it. Mostly because her nipples had always been showered with praise. Although she couldn't exactly understand why. Maybe it was the taboo. Or maybe because they were interesting to look at.

Men, she thought, were very strange.

Whatever the case, she enjoyed the sensitivity. Playing with her nipples always felt good. Having them sucked by a boyfriend was always a nice feeling. If she was alone, occasionally she would suck them herself. 

A woman like Joanna could never go braless. That's what she envied about women with regular breasts; the ability to slip on a tshirt and go for a walk. But for Joanna, she would always need a bra, along with some extra padding or else her nipples would be poking out for the world to see.

Despite the issues, the orgasms were well worth it.

***

On that particular day, Joanna had a doctor appointment. It was for a simple physical check-up. She had always kept herself healthy and in good shape. Her diet was clean and her workouts were rigorous. 

She dressed light, knowing she would have to get naked. She kept it simple; bra & panties, along with a blue sun dress. 

The doctor appointment was nothing exciting. She was told by the nurse to get naked and wear the blue medical gown. Minutes later, the doctor came and did the usual routine. He checked Joanna's vital signs, heart, lungs, and womanly parts. 

It was Joanna's first time with that particular doctor, so there was plenty of small talk and 'getting to know each other.'

"You can get dressed now," he finally said, making small notes on the medical documents.

Joanna got dressed. The panties came on first. When she reached for her bra, the doctor spoke again.

"I'd like to recommend something for you," the doctor added. "About your special attributes."

Joanna sarcastically played dumb, still holding her bra, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

"What special attributes?"

"Forgive me. I'm not usually this direct with patients. But I find your situation to be particularly compelling. Your physical endowments are a wonder."

Joanna gestured to her small breasts. "I'm not exactly an endowed woman."

"I was referring to your nipples."

"What about them?"

"Don't take this the wrong way," the doctor said cautiously. "I'm not soliciting anything from you. And I'm certainly not expecting anything in return. But I know a person who can assist with your attributes."

Joanna raised an eyebrow while she was still topless. She knew the doctor had good intentions. He wasn't trying to make sexual advances on her (not that she would have minded).

"Why not?"

The doctor wrote something on a notepad and handed the small piece of paper to Joanna.

"Call this number," he said. "Her name is Marissa. Tell her I gave the recommendation. She'll take care of you. You won't regret it."

Joanna took the note and looked at it.

"Neat handwriting for a doctor," she joked.

"Well, I guess I'm an unconventional doctor if I'm referring you to Marissa. It's not exactly appropriate on my part."

"Now I'm curious."

Joanna finally put on her bra. Then her dress. They finished their small talk and the appointment was over, although Joanna would have liked to finish their conversation.

***

In the days that followed, Joanna continued her normal routine. Work, family, friends, and other activities. She lived alone. The phone number the doctor had given her was frequently on her mind. 

She wondered what kind of activities the doctor was referring to. It had to have been something interesting, since after all, he was a doctor. 

There was no point in wondering any further. There was no point in waiting. Joanna picked up her phone and called the number.

***

Sunday morning. The lab was a small building on the outskirts of downtown. It was a quiet street. There wasn't much going on. The building itself looked bland, like a plain white rectangle, with a few windows. There was only one car in the parking lot, which Joanna assumed belonged to Marissa.

The main entrance was unlocked, as expected. Joanna entered the eerily silent facility. It was mostly dark, but some lights were on.

"Hello," Joanna called out.

Footsteps approached, and she saw a petite little woman in her 40's wearing a lab coat. She was much prettier than expected. She wore a large dark framed glasses which gave her a geeky, yet adorable look.

"Hi, I'm Marissa," she smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. They walked inside the facility together. Joanna instantly noted that they had a nice chemistry together. Even though they had only met, it felt like they were close friends. 

They went into the lab area with no one else around. It looked fairly state of the art. Everything seemed new. Everything was neatly arranged. Joanna had no idea what any of the stuff was. But she recognized computer parts and an assortment of other cool looking devices.

"I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here," Marissa said. "Please, have a seat."

They sat down in the lab, only a few feet apart, facing each other.

"I'm obviously curious. But I trust that I'm in good hands."

"You are. Believe it or not, this is actually a famous laboratory. Some of the most innovative and groundbreaking medical devices have been designed here."

Joanna briefly surveyed the room again. "It certainly looks that way. So, medical devices, eh? What does that have to do with me?"

"It has everything to do with you," Marissa said, eyebrow raised. "When you told me about your large nipples on the phone, I knew you were the right person."

"Yeah, well, I only mentioned that because my doctor seemed infatuated with them. He called them my 'special attributes,' which is a pretty cute name, I must admit."

"May I see them?"

Joanna's eyes looked around. "Here? Now?"

"Relax, it's just us. I'm a medical professional. I've seen more naked bodies than regular customers to a strip club."

"Okay, so, umm, how should we do this?"

"Just lift your top. That'll be fine."

Joanna brought her hands to the bottom of her top. She paused a moment, noting how awkward the moment was. Then she just did it. She lifted her top in a swift motion, lifting her bra also. Her small breasts were exposed, with its long pink nipples proudly showing. She noted again how awkward the moment was; showing her breasts to a complete stranger in an empty laboratory.

Marissa sharpened her eyes, looking through her glasses, and leaned forward to get a closer look at the bare breasts. She reached over to get a small ruler, and she used it to measure the length of the nipples. Once she was satisfied with her findings, she put the ruler down and leaned back.

"Very good," Marissa said. "You can cover yourself now."

In a split second, Joanna pulled her top back down and adjusted her bra.

"What was that all about?" Joanna asked.

"Are they sensitive?"

"Yes."

"How sensitive are they?"

Joanna thought for a moment. "Pretty sensitive. Much more than most women, I would imagine."

"Can you orgasm from nipple-play?"

"Not by itself. No. But it helps me though."

"So, if you're masturbating with vaginal stimulation, playing with your nipples helps achieve orgasm, correct?" Marissa asked in a scientific way.

"Basically."

"What manner do you stimulate your nipples? Any preferences?"

The questions were getting more intrusive, and Joanna felt more uncomfortable. But she was relaxed by the fact that Marissa was a true professional about things. Plus Marissa's thick framed glasses somehow seemed to lighten the mood between them. Maybe it was the quirky appeal they had, Joanna thought.

"I like pinching them. You know, rubbing them between my fingers."

"Oral stimulation?"

Joanna was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"Do you like oral stimulation performed on your nipples? Either with a partner, or by yourself."

"Yes."

"Yes to what?"

"Both."

"Don't be embarrassed," Marissa said in a comforting tone. "There's nothing wrong with a woman pleasing herself with her own mouth."

"Do you also perf..."

"The question part is done," Marissa said, cutting off Joanna's question. "I think you're right for this role. You're healthy, young, honest, and you have the necessary attributes."

"What role are we talking about?"

"I've been developing sex toys for women this past year. Prototypes. It's something I do during my free time. Why not? Right? Women are busy these days, and we need all the satisfaction we can get."

"You've got that right," Joanna nodded.

"Do you own any sex toys?"

"Yes, you've touched it a few minutes ago."

"I did?" Marissa asked with a puzzled expression. Her eyes looked big through the lenses of her glasses.

Joanna waved her hand. "Sorry. I meant my fingers. Bad joke."

"Oh. Funny. But on a serious note, I'd like you to try the sex toy I've developed. It's perfectly safe, I can assure you of that. Would you be interested?"

"I'm listening."

"Well, it's a small little item. It was made off-the-record. Meaning, I design things in my free time, then I have some of the developers make them for me. All of the expenses came from my pocket."

"Really? Why?" Joanna asked. "This place seems like it has plenty of money to invest."

"True. But this company isn't in the sex toys business. However, I would like to pitch my product to the CEO someday, and maybe develop a new line of sex toys. There could be a lot of potential, in my opinion."

Joanna nodded. "Nice. I'm impressed. I like that you're pretty, smart, and also business savvy. What a combination."

"Thanks," Marissa blushed, not-used to hearing such compliments. "You're pretty too. Anyway, the device is small and simple to use. Take it home, use it, and I'll pay you some cash for your feedback. What do you think so far?"

It was a fairly easy decision. One that didn't require much thought. Joanna had never used a sex toy before. She was always too embarrassed to buy them. So a discreet sex toy was a major incentive. 

"I think I'm interested so far. Although I wouldn't feel right taking your cash, since, you know, there are other benefits."

"I insist. We always pay if someone tests our medical products."

"But the cash is from your pocket right? Not the companies?"

"Right," Marissa said. "This is purely off-the-record. At least for now."

"I won't accept your money. It wouldn't be right. But I'd be more than happy to participate in your research."

Marissa smiled, "If these products are a success, which I think they will be, then I'll pay you some money later. How does that sound?"

"Sounds reasonable," Joanna smiled back.

"Great. Follow me."

***

The two women went to another room of the building. It was another laboratory. This time, there were more contraptions and devices laying around.

"What is this place?" Joanna asked, her eyes marveling towards the weird little contraptions.

"R & D. Research and development. Here's where a lot of the magic happens. We have a wonderful team of engineers and scientists here. I paid someone a couple hundred bucks to develop a few things for me. It didn't take long. The designs were fairly simple."

Marissa gestured to the item, then continued: "Here it is. It's a small device which is meant to stimulate your nipples."

The device had the same design as a breast pump. There was a pumping device which was connected to two tubes. Each tube had little suction cups on the end, to latch onto a woman's nipple.

"Looks like something for lactating mothers."

"That's correct," Marissa replied. "It's modeled after a breast pump. Have you ever given birth?"

"No."

"Well, the device is easy to use. Simply insert your nipples inside of each tube, then activate the small machine by flipping the switch. Then relax. The pump will provide a feeling of oral stimulation. And there are tiny stimulants inside each of the tubes for your nipples."

"Sounds crafty," Joanna nodded. "I've never used a mechanical sex toy before. My first time should be one heck of an experience."

"It should be. No vaginal stimulation is required either. It's good for marketing. Think about it: The revolutionary new sex toy that can make women climax, with only their nipples. It's practically unheard of."

"Perfect for vacations and office breaks."

Marissa smiled, "Should be."

"At this point, I can honestly say that I'm excited about trying your product. You seem like a cool person. You're obviously very intelligent, and you care about your product. I look forward to giving it a try."

"Excellent! But there's one more thing I forgot to mention."

"Sure."

"I'll need you to record everything."

Joanna paused for a moment. "You mean, like, video record?"

"Will that be a problem?"

"I'm not sure. Will anyone see it?"

"Depends on your consent," Marissa replied. "I'd like to watch the recordings to see how everything goes. If it works perfectly, then I'll show the tape to my bosses, assuming you consent."

"I...umm...I've never recorded or taken pictures of my body parts before. I've always been too afraid that it might circulate the internet or something."

"Well, you have no issues showing your body to your doctor, right?"

"Yeah."

"Think of this the same way. The tape will only be seen by professionals, not perverts with horny intentions."

Joanna took a deep breath. "That's a good way to phrase things."

"I understand you're nervous. It's my mistake for rushing things so fast. As you've noticed, this isn't my field. I'm a lab geek. Take your time to think about it. When you've made a firm decision, I have a document for you to sign."

"Like a consent form?"

"Yeah, I had the legal department make a quick one for me."

"I'll do it," Joanna said. "I think it's pretty awesome to be your test subject. Just as long as the tape never goes to the internet."

Marissa beamed. "You have my word on that. The tape will be safe."

She reached into her large pocket and unfolded a legal document, placing it neatly on the table, along with a pen. 

"It covers everything," Marissa continued. "Consent, and liabilities in case anything goes wrong."

Joanna quickly signed the paper. "I'm not worried about that. I mean, what could go wrong?"

"Well, there are some combustible aspects to the pump. It could explode if used incorrectly."

Joanna's eyes widened. "What?"

"Sorry. Joke."

"Oh. Funny."

Marissa placed the sex toy in a small cardboard box. Then she reached for a recorder.

"You know how to use the recorder right? Power on. Press the red button, red light means it's recording."

"Yeah, I know how to use one of those."

"Great. As for the research, I want you to get comfortable in your home. Set the camera somewhere. Get naked. Then I want you to talk to the camera. State your name, tell the camera about yourself. Then use the sex toy until your orgasm. Nipples only. No vaginal play. Then provide some general thoughts. And that's it."

Marissa put the camera in the box, then she handed the box to Joanna, who accepted it.

"Guess I'll be busy all afternoon."

"For all the right reasons," Marissa noted.

***

After a quick stop for fast food, Joanna went home and ate while watching tv. She relaxed for a while, letting the situational sink in. The box was on her living room floor. Occasionally she would glance at it, and think that she was crazy for agreeing to it. She considered backing out. But, she had already promised, and she didn't want to let Marissa down. It was for a good cause. (Plus the orgasms might be nice)

After enough thinking, Joanna contemplated her next move. The event was going to be filmed, so she wanted to look her best. She checked her reflection in the mirror. Not bad. Even though she was supposed to be naked, she still checked her outfit to make sure it looked good. An old habit.

Next, she paced her small apartment, wondering where to film. The bedroom seemed too cliche. The bathroom was too small. Kitchen would be too weird. That left her living room, which was the perfect spot. 

She looked for the proper place to set the camera, and the proper place for her to do her business. She considered doing it on the floor. But that wouldn't have been very comfortable. The she decided on the couch. Not wanting to leave a mess, she went to the closet and grabbed a bath towel, which she spread neatly across the couch.

The living room table was repositioned to be in the center of the room. She stacked several books on the table, and placed the recorder on top to get the perfect angle. The sunlight in the room was perfect too.

Next came the more difficult part. (Mentally difficult, at least) She began to undress herself. The clothes came off easy. Everything was placed on a nearby seat. Before long, she was stark naked, her nipples pointing out freely. Normally, being naked in her small apartment was no big deal. It was the most comfortable thing in the world to her. But knowing she would soon be recording herself was the hard part.

She made sure that the camera was pointed in the right frame. Then she hit the record button. 

Joanna sat on the couch. Naked. She was sitting on the towel which had been neatly placed. It wasn't as awkward as she expected. She was used to being recorded and having her picture taken (just not naked). She sat upright with good posture, and she looked directly at the video recorder.

"Hi, my name is Joanna. As a quick intro, I'm your average woman who lives in the city. I enjoy cooking, meeting new people, and bike riding if the weather is nice. I'm here because, well, as you can see, my nipples are fairly noticeable."

She gestured to her breasts. 

"I used to consider them a hassle. And I was often insecure about the way they looked. But now I love them. They feel good if I play with them. They've always been sensitive. So, that's why I'm here. Because I'm the woman with the long sensitive nipples, and apparently that makes me the perfect subject to test out this sex toy thing, whatever it is."

Joanna reached inside the box, which was just out of the camera frame, and sat back down on the couch. She held the pump and tubes for the camera, as if she were modeling it.

"So here it is. Whatever it is. The instructions are super easy. It's my first time using it. This device can supposedly make me orgasm with just the nipple stimulation alone. Well, I guess it's time we find out."

The device was simple, like Marissa had explained. Joanna was easily able to latch the tubes onto each of her large nipples. All she had to do was push the button on the pump. A quick flash of doubt raced through her mind. The device was still experimental. God forbid her delicate nipples get injured. But, Marissa seemed like a smart woman, and she trusted her.

"Here we go."

Joanna pushed the button and activated the pump. It made a small mechanical sound. Nothing happened yet. It was like the machine was winding up. After a few seconds of waiting, Joanna suddenly felt her nipples being stimulated in a unique way. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. There was a strong suction on both of her long nipples. Inside the latch, there appeared to be stimulants. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Wow, it's working," she said to the camera. "It feels like my nipples are being sucked. I can also feel some things moving inside each of the latches. It feels like a weird combination of my nipples being sucked and rubbed at the same time. It's so weird."




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She continued sitting upright while the sex toy worked its charm. Her eyes remained on the recorder. 

There was a tingly sensation inside of her pussy. She was definitely aroused from the sex toy stimulating her nipples. But she wasn't allowed to play with her pussy. The sex toy was supposed to induce the orgasm with only nipple stimulation.

She waited and waited. The orgasm never came. As the minutes passed, her nipples became sore. As good as it felt, it also became uncomfortable. She wished she could reach down and masturbate herself to a stunning orgasm. But that was against the rules of the recording. 

With her aching nipples, she stopped the device.

"That felt so good," she said to the camera. "But my nipples can't take anymore. They're pretty sore. I mean, if I played with myself, this thing would be super amazing. I would buy this pump in a heartbeat if it was sold for a reasonable price. But I can't orgasm from this alone. I still need my vaginal stimulation. But maybe it's just me. It usually takes me a while to cum, so nipple stimulation probably isn't enough for me. Anyway, thanks for watching. I definitely endorse this product."

Joanna unlatched the pump from her nipples. She stood and turned off the camera, feeling relieved that she wasn't being recorded anymore.

It was finally time for self-relief. She sat down on the couch again, directly on the spread towel, and she played with her desperate pussy. God this feels so good, she thought.

***

The next day. Joanna went back to the lab at 5 pm when her job was finished for the day. It was the agreed-upon time to meet Marissa again. The employees of the lab had mostly gone home.

Joanna went to see Marissa, holding the box with the sex toy and camera inside. It wasn't long before they saw each other.

"How did it go?" Marissa asked, beaming with a nerdy excitement.

Joanna put the box down on Marissa's desk.

"That thing is so cool. Seriously, it's a winner."

"Great. So no troubles at all?"

"None, it was simple to use," Joanna replied. "If a non-tech savvy person like me can operate it, so can anyone else."

"Did you record everything?"

"Every second."

Marissa gave a shy smile. "So, the orgasm. Did it make you cum?"

"Afraid not. I mean, it definitely made me super aroused. It was a very unique feeling, and I'd love to own this someday. But my nipples became too sore after several minutes. I can't orgasm from this alone. I still need to touch myself downstairs. It always takes me a while to climax anyway."

"Each woman is special in that regard," Marissa said in a thinking tone. "No worries. I still have more work to do."

"You've made a great product. You should be proud. I'd love to buy one someday when it hit stores."

"What are you doing this Sunday?"

Joanna thought for a moment. "No plans yet."

"Excellent. Come back Sunday morning. Same time as before. We have more work to do."

Marissa picked up the box and walked away without saying 'goodbye.'

"Where are you going?" Joanna asked. 

Marissa stopped and turned to face Joanna. "I'm going to review the video as carefully as possible. Then I'm going to design an adjustment to the device so that the development team can improve this thing. Looks like I won't be sleeping tonight."

When she walked away, Joanna stood slightly bewildered at how obsessive Marissa was over the sex toy.

***

Friday night. Joanna had just arrived home after an evening out with friends. She was exhausted. What she needed was a good orgasm to end her day. She casually undressed and wondered how she was going to do it. Fingers? Clitoral stimulation? Vaginal insertion?

Then she considered what fantasy she would use. She had several favorites. But that night, she figured she was in the mood for a light bondage session in a luxury hotel. That fantasy always did the trick.

When she got naked, a beeping noise from her phone stopped her from heading into the shower. She checked her phone and saw a message from Marissa:

Hi Joanna,

Great news. I watched your video several times for proper analysis. (You did a great job by the way!) Anyway, I had made some changes to the design, as well as adding additional stuff. It's minor adjustments, so the guys at tech finished it right away. It's already done.

If possible, DON'T orgasm until we meet on Sunday. I feel that a small orgasm denial will help with the process. I know it's going to be tough for a vibrant woman like you, but it's going to be well worth it. I promise. 

One more thing: dress light for Sunday.

All the best,

- M

The sexual tension turned into a monumental frustration. Joanna thought about masturbating anyway, since it was Friday night. But that wouldn't have been within the spirit of their 'research,' or whatever it was.

Joanna emailed back, that she would do it. And that they would see each other soon.

She took a shower afterwards. A quick and cold one. 

***

Sunday morning. As requested, Joanna dressed light. She went to the lab in a cute sundress and open-toed shoes. Once again, she entered the building to find petite little Marissa in a lab coat with large glasses on her face.

They exchanged pleasantries. The awkwardness wasn't there anymore. It was like they knew each other intimately, the way close friends would know each other (especially since Marissa had reviewed the video of Joanna's naked masturbation session several times).

As they headed inside the lab, Joanna couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness & excitement. She was curious what Marissa had created. Whatever it was, it must have been good.

They sat down in Marissa's work area. There was a box on the desk, but it was closed. Joanna wondered if that's where the sex toy was, and what it must have looked like.

"I reviewed the tape many times," Marissa said. "Thank you again for your participation. That was very brave of you."

"I'm always willing to help another woman achieve her goals. Besides, you know, it felt nice. Really nice."

"I could tell."

Joanna blushed. "So what improvements have you made?"

"Well, obviously the device did its job. It felt good. But it wasn't good enough. Maybe I haven't perfected the perfect nipple stimulator yet. At least not good enough to induce an orgasm."

"Or maybe it's just me. As I've mentioned, it usually takes me a while to reach a climax."

"Then my goal has not been reached yet. This device should be for all women to enjoy. No matter how hard it is to cum."

"You're a determined lady," Joanna noted.

Marissa nodded. "I had several ideas from watching your tape. But, we'll take one step at a time. My nipple stimulating technology may not be perfect yet. But that's okay. Luckily, I've noticed that you were also blessed with a excellent sized clitoris."

There was a sudden tension in the room. Joanna was surprised that the conversation had turned to her clitoris.

"What about it?" Joanna asked.

Instead of replying, Marissa opened the box and reached inside to pick up the device. It was almost the same device as before. A thing which looked like a pump. But this time, instead of two tubes, there were three. Each tube had a latch on it.

Joanna looked at the thing in amazement.

"Looks intimidating."

Marissa shrugged. "Well, it shouldn't be. It's the same device as before, but this time, there is a clitoral stimulator attached. While your big nipples are being stimulated, so will your big clitoris- at the exact same time. Orgasm guaranteed, or your money back."

"Oh, that sounds...that sounds...like a pretty good idea," Joanna replied after a series of nods. "You know, that's what was missing during the first trial- a stimulation to my clit. I couldn't cum because I couldn't touch myself down there. So this pretty much solves that problem." 

There was a big geeky smile on Marissa's face as she modeled the device with her hands. 

"Did you make yourself orgasm with your fingers afterwards?"

"I did," Joanna admitted with a blush.

"Now you won't have to. This device will do the work for you. Your nipples and clitoris will be stimulated in a most pleasurable way- hands free. All you have to do is sit back and relax."

"I like the sound of that."

"I'm assuming you're willing to try it again for me. I'll need detailed & honest feedback, of course."

Joanna smiled, "I'd love to. I'm excited to give it another try. You're obviously very smart, and you know what you're doing. Plus the first time provided me with a unique experience. It was stimulation I had never felt before."

"Great," Marissa smiled back. "We should get started now. Go ahead and get undressed."

"Excuse me?"

"For the test procedure. It practically requires you to be naked."

Joanna gave a puzzled look. "I expected to do this at home, if that's okay."

"Is there something wrong?" Marissa asked with a borderline heartfelt tone. "Are you not comfortable around me?"

Just then, Marissa's eyes became bigger, in an innocent way. Her large glasses magnified the look in her eyes. There was a genuine sense of hurt feelings, which made Joanna feel guilty inside.

"I'm perfectly comfortable around you."

"If you want to do it at home, then I understand," Marissa said softly. "Just be sure to record everything. I want a detailed analysis of my work, since I can't be there myself."

Joanna thought for a quick moment, and she resisted the urge to sigh.

"We can do it here if you'd like."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. If I can get casually naked for my doctor, masturbate on camera for you with that sex toy, then doing it in your lab shouldn't be a problem."

Marissa smiled, "Thanks. Sorry to pester you about this, but this invention is really important to me. I need to see it first-hand."

"I get it."

"Well, shall we start now? I'm excited to see the results."

"Right."

The first thing Joanna did was look around the lab first to make sure no one was there. The last thing she wanted was to get caught by some horny male employee with sex on his mind.

"Don't worry, we're alone," Marissa reassured. "No one comes here on Sunday, well, except for me."

"I'd be pretty mortified if anyone walked in on us."

"I have sharp ears and a loud voice. If I hear any footsteps, I'll tell them not to come here. Don't worry, you're safe."

"Okay."

With that, Joanna stood, and in a swift movement, she slipped off the sundress, standing only in her bra & panties. Joanna noticed that Marissa's eyes became wide, admiring the scantily clad body. Joanna thought it was cute that she was being admired by the intellectual woman.

She reached back to unclasp her bra, letting her pert breasts and long nipples free, giving them the much needed air they deserved. She reached down and removed her panties, revealing a freshly shaved pussy. She even stepped out of her shoes, standing barefoot on the floor.

All the while, Marissa's eyes had become round saucers. She quickly snapped out of it and went back to work mode.

"Great," Marissa nodded, getting her senses back. "Now you'll need a comfortable chair. After all, comfort is practically a necessity for a good female orgasm."

Marissa got up and searched for a more comfortable seat. In a moment, she came back pushing a comfortable leather chair that had small wheels on the bottom, which belonged to her colleague.

"This should do," Marissa said. "It's comfy. Soft. Plus you can lean back. Perfect for orgasms when no one is around. Trust me."

Joanna raised an eyebrow. "You've masturbated here before? On that chair?"

It was Marissa's turn to blush. "What do you expect? I work long hours, even when no one is around."

"So, what do you use? Any neat toys?"

"This isn't about me," Marissa said defensively. 

"I'm curious," Joanna teased. "Fair is fair. I've told you about me. Now let's hear about you."

"Fine. I sit on that chair, lean back, and I use my fingers. Just my fingers."

"What do you think about?"

Marissa shrugged. "A hot colleague. My boss coming in and catching me. Asking to join. Things like that. Anyway, sit down."

The feeling in the lab became more casual. Joanna embraced her nudity, and she smiled after making Marissa feel so uncomfortable. 

Joanna sat down on the leather chair, then leaned back. The leather felt soft against her smooth skin.

"You're right. This seat is comfy. I shouldn't have a problem climaxing on this."

"I'm glad. And don't worry about the chair, because I'll wash it later. So don't worry about making a mess. After reviewing your video, I can tell that you're a real squirter."

This time, Joanna was the one who blushed.

"I guess that'll help me relax. I usually lay on a towel when I masturbate, so there won't be a mess to clean up. Or I do it in the tub."

"Do you usually masturbate naked?" Marissa asked shyly.

"Most of the time. If it's cold, I'll keep my sweater on and lay in bed, on a towel."

"So that usually makes you more comfortable then?"

Joanna was puzzled for a moment. "Being undressed? Yeah, I mean, it definitely helps."

"In order to achieve a proper orgasm, the right course of action would be to recreate your normal setting. Otherwise, if you aren't fully comfortable right now, then the results would be skewed. Does that make sense at all?"

"You're saying I need to be comfortable to get the best results," Joanna said, raising her arms, gesturing to her breasts. "I'm already naked. This is as comfortable as I can get."

"True, but, being in a laboratory with a coat-wearing scientist isn't exactly the ideal scenario for a natural orgasm, in my opinion."

Joanna raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, would you feel more comfortable if I got undressed?"

There was a shyness in Marissa's voice, which Joanna noticed.

As an avid gym goer, Joanna was used to being around naked women. It wasn't an issue. But Joanna could tell that Marissa was secretly longing to be naked during the experiment, for some sapphic reason. It was weird, but exciting.

"Sure, why not? If you think it'll help with the experiment."

Marissa nodded. "I certainly think it's for the best."

The comfortable atmosphere in the lab was gone. The sexual tension returned as the highly intelligent woman removed her lab coat, folded it, and placed it neatly on the table.

Joanna watched with a strange sense of delight, seeing Marissa neatly & efficiently removed each articles of clothes, until there was nothing left. Both of them were naked and barefoot in the laboratory.

Marissa had the body of a woman who worked in a lab all day. She was soft, petite, with very little muscle tone. But Joanna found the woman to be extraordinarily cute, especially with the large frame glasses still on.

"Cute body," Joanna noted.

"Thank you," Marissa blushed. "I'm not exactly a goddess like you. But I think I look okay."

"Seriously. You're a nice little package."

Marissa grabbed her small breasts. "Thanks again. Although I wish I had a body like yours. I envy you, and your long nipples. Mine are small, and they're not very sensitive."

"Every woman has their unique special attributes. That's what makes us all special."

"I agree. So, now that we're both undressed and relaxed, I suppose it's time to begin. Wouldn't you say?"

"I would," Joanna nodded and winked.

"Looks like we're ready to go."

Marissa, while naked, worked to prepare the device. Through her large frame glasses, she looked carefully at the tubes and pump, making sure everything was in order.

When it was ready, Marissa approached Joanna with the devices in hand, ready to attach them.

"Aren't you going to record this?" Joanna asked, almost in a teasing way.

"There's no way I'd ever let my bosses or colleagues see me naked. The work environment would be seriously awkward after that. But I'm comfortable around you, and I trust you."

"I trust you too."

Marissa held one of the tubes. "Good. Now hold still. I'm going to attach the first tube to your nipple."

The first tube was attached to Joanna's long nipple. The tension between them lingered as they were so close to each other, completely naked. Then the other tube was attached to the other nipple.

"Next comes the fun part," Marissa said. "Lean back. I'm going to attach the suction cup to your clitoris. It may sting at first, but you'll get used to it after a while."

Joanna used her hand to block the suction cup. "What do you mean 'sting'? It's not going to hurt, is it? My clit is very sensitive."

"You're in good hands," Marissa said with a comforting smile. "I've semi-tested this device. You can handle it. Trust me. Now, I'll need you to spread your legs"

When Joanna reluctantly moved her hand away, she spread her legs wide open, and the final latch was brought down to her vagina. It was a bit strange allowing another woman to attach a device to her pussy, but it was just like an ob/gyn exam, she thought. 

While the device was being attached to her clitoris, she noticed that Marissa was staring directly inside of her open pussy, which was kind of arousing in an exhibitionist way.

"It's going to latch itself onto your clitoris," Marissa said. "Hang on. This should feel good."

Before Joanna could approve, the small cup latched itself onto her clit from a forceful suction. It pulled her clit tightly to attach itself to her vaginal area. Joanna's body twitched. It stung. It was slightly painful. It felt good.

"Oh my," Joanna groaned.

Marissa smiled. "See, you're a tough girl. You can handle it."

"You need to make a few more adjustments to this thing."

"We'll discuss that after your orgasm. Next, I'm going to activate the pump, which will stimulate both of your nipples, and your clitoris. Lean back and make yourself comfortable. If you need to squirt, no problem. I'm going to wash the seat afterwards. Okay?"

"What will you be doing the whole time?" Joanna asked, feeling nervous. "You know, while this is happening to me."

"I'll be sitting down, watching you. What else would I be doing?"

Joanna nodded and shrugged. "Okay."

"Here it comes. 3...2...1..."

The button was pushed, the pump was activated, and Marissa placed the device on the seat, next to Joanna.

Marissa sat on a nearby seat, and Joanna leaned back to relax.

It wasn't long before the pump worked its magic. The electricity flowed. The small gears turned. The pump began its suction. The small stimulators in the latches provided a unique pleasure.

Joanna felt her long nipples being pleasured, just like before. It was a much welcomed and pleasant feeling. This time, her clitoris was also being stimulated in the same way- doubling the pleasure. Her body immediately reacted.

"Nice, isn't it?" Marissa asked.

"Whatever you did, holy shit, it's working."

"Thanks. I tweaked it so that the nipples won't be stimulated as hard. That way, the pleasure can last longer, without your nipples getting too sore. Plus, obviously, the clitoral stimulation is a handy new edition."

Joanna bucked her hips from the increasing pleasure building her pussy.

"You've got that right," she said, hips still shaking.

Marissa gave a satisfied smile. "Enjoy it. You should be relaxed so we can get the best results."

The device continued its work. Joanna slouched deeper into the comfortable chair while her sexual parts were being stimulated in an intense way. Her face said it all. With her eyebrows and lips making strange shapes, there was no doubt that she felt something remarkable.

Joanna closed her eyes for a while to enjoy the feeling. Both of her sensitive nipples felt like they were being sucked by an oral expert. Her clitoris felt like it was being rubbed by someone with a perfect hand. It was bliss.

When Joanna opened her eyes, she saw Marissa with her mouth open, and her right hand down to her stomach.




Sex Toys for Joanna



"Sorry," Marissa said. "I have a tendency to gawk sometimes."

"No worries," Joanna answered to the best of her ability. "We're experimenting right?"

"Yes, that's right. Looks like the device is really working."

Joanna leaned further back. "Oh yeah, it is. God yeah."

"Do you mind if I participate?" Marissa asked nervously. "From here of course. I...I'll sit where I am. Scientifically speaking, I think it would help if I touched myself. It would help enhance the atmosphere for you. You can decline if you want. I would understand."

It was arousing for Joanna to see the highly intelligent woman in such a flustered state. Joanna glanced between Marissa's legs and saw a glistening moisture in her pussy.

"Sure, go ahead."

Marissa smiled, "Thank you."

As Joanna's body was being pleasured from the sex toy, Marissa reached down and touched her own pussy. Both women released their inhibitions. There was no shame or embarrassment from either of them. They both had the same goal in mind- achieving the perfect orgasm.

Marissa put both feet on her chair, with her legs open, and she furiously rubbed herself. Her eyes were big watching Joanna. Her thick eye glasses were pointed towards Joanna being pleasured by the sex toy.

Both women watched each other as their naked bodies were being pleasured.

"I think I'm close," Joanna said after several minutes.

Marissa's eyes widened. "What are you feeling? Tell me."

There was a pause. Joanna's mouth was open, and her lips slightly quivered. She was struggling to speak, and to articulate her thoughts.

"My nipples feel so good. Whatever you did, with the adjustments, it's at the right amount. And...my clit...it feels like it's being licked and rubbed at the same time. I've never felt anything like it before."

Marissa rubbed her own pussy even faster. "What are you thinking about right now? Tell me."

"This moment. Watching you. These tubes giving me pleasure."

Marissa suddenly unleashed a powerful cry. It was a strange noise, which Joanna had never heard before. It sounded like Marissa had never had an orgasm before. Her eyes became wide open, which were clearly visible through her thick glasses, and her mouth formed an O-shape.

The petite scientist continued screaming while she rubbed herself. Her little feet were in the air and her legs shook. It lasted a long moment. When it was over, Marissa put her feet down. She hunched over, facing the floor, and she took deep breaths.

"That was sublime," Marissa said, still hunched over.

"I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Marissa's eyes shot forward, looking at Joanna. 

The sex toy continued its steady pace of giving pleasure. Joanna's nipples were beginning to feel sore, but she didn't dare complain. Her clitoris felt just the right amount of stimulation. She was approaching her climax.

Joanna's toes curled and her hands clenched tightly. There was a tight pressure inside of her pussy which needed to be released. When she screamed, a gush of fluids sprayed from her vagina. Her body shook and twitched. Her face made several strange expressions. 

She leaned as far back as the chair would allow, and a few more streams of fluids gushed from Joanna's pussy. Her mouth made several moaning & panting sounds as the climax faded.

When the intense pleasure subsided, Joanna reached down and turned-off the pump. Then she simply leaned back on the chair to enjoy the bliss.

"That was heaven," Joanna muttered.

Marissa raised an eyebrow. "So, the toy, you love it?"

"God yes."

There was a big geeky smile on Marissa's face. She knew she potentially had a hit invention on her hands.

Both naked women remained in their seats until they could move again. They laughed at their silly situation. They felt giddy after their orgasms. Then they got up and pushed their chairs to another end of the lab, and sprayed their seats with a hose. They used wet paper towels to clean the orgasmic mess on the floor.

When the cleaning was finished, they finally got dressed, acknowledging that there was more work to be done in the future.

The End

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Sex Toys



"That's it! That's it! Stimulate the clit! STIMULATE IT!" Say her excited nerves. "It's almost ready. It's-s-s-s-s-s...." The body acts - her hips rapidly rise and fall, again and again. The drawn-up legs move back and forth - faster, faster as a long, drawn-out cry issues from Mary's throat. The vibrator drops from her hand. Her legs come together, squeezing her tormented, passionate clit, until its vibrations cease. This was a different clit pleasure from the oral stimulation. Better? No, just different, just different. 

Taking deep breaths, Mary just lies there waiting for her heart to calm down. How long? It seems like hours. Finally, her heart beat is back to normal. She just lies there - resting. She feels so weak. That was SOME session. 

With her mind back to normal, Mary thinks, "Coffee, something sweet, some protein." Can I stand? I AM weak!"

Putting on a robe, she carefully goes down the stairs to the kitchen. While she heats a cup of coffee in the microwave and toasts bread, Mary checks the fridge - for what? Left-over chicken! Chew the chicken slowly. That's fine. Finish up with toast and coffee. I can feel some strength returning. Good. My legs still feel a little weak. Guess I'll settle in the lounge chair and watch T.V. Mark won't be home for several hours yet. 

And that's where he found her - sound asleep with the T.V. on.



Sex Trek



Sex Trek Episode 1 – Back in the Saddle Again 

Sex Trek 6969696969 to infinite…I am Captain Freddy T Qirk of the Star Ship Sexerprise. Our mission, besides stealing this killer ship from base, and making years of excuses why we never come back (out of cell phone range, static, and shit like that) or until the weed wears out, is to find new species of babes and bang them, to find strange new civilizations for growing more weed so we can keep heading out on this kick ass voyage, and to boldly blow our load each chance we can get. Hit the background music…

Freddy’s log…nice and firm…we’ve come upon a brand new planet uncharted on the map I picked up at Wall fart. Mr. Cock…report…

We are having Meatloaf today…

No I mean about that planet on the view screen…

But “Bat out of Hell” is one of your favorite…

Good point…ok…let me ask my favorite female doctor Bones…what do you make of this?

Definitely nice and firm…mind if I?

Go a…Head…Slutty…what’s the status on the engines?

Another bottle of beer on the wall…

Slutty…report…

Meatloaf today…hic…

Oh’whorah…take us down…

Just you and Bones Captain? I thought you said I’d get an ensign thrown in as well…

Sorry Oh’whorah…Captain’s orders…

Captain?

What is it Mr. Cock?

We are being hailed from the planet…

Isn’t hail basically ice?

Yes…

And won’t our ships deflector beams protect us against any 1-inch ice pieces the planet may be throwing at us?

Sounds logical…

And am I not getting a blowjob from Bones as well as engaging Oh’whorah in some sex at the moment…

A human emotion no doubt…

Right…so tell those little ice bangers…that I’m busy…

Two minutes later…

(Boom)

Ah shit…who fuckin’ shot at the ship?

Shields integrity at 20% and falling…

Slutty…quick…cut off life support and switch it to the shields…we need a few more minutes…

Defensive maneuvers?

No Mr. Cock…I just want to have a second orgasm…

Humans…

Shields integrity at –90%…

Lirvnolxdm;dnlk…webulnoeln…oh yeah…status Mr. Cock…

We have no shields and the engines are off line…power is down to 10%…

Hey people what’s happening?

Quick rechannel the remaining power to the amps…Meatloaf is here…

A few minutes later…

…well it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night…

Captain…the Aliens on the planet have powered down. How come?

Part of my strategy Mr. Cock…I figure if I beam down a free concert for them to hear…they’ll see we are mellow dudes at heart…

Mmmmm…impressive strategy Captain…

Please take an away team of guy ensigns and sell some Meatloaf concert shirts as we do get a 60% cut…

Anything else…

Yeah…take these backstage transporter passes and hand them out to any hot alien babes…especially the four titty varieties…

Very Well…

And thus ends another adventure from the Star Ship Sexerprise…

Sex Trek 2 - Klingonthis

Captain's log...you know it babe. We received a report from Federation about a strange disturbance in the ionic sphere and decided to blow it off and head in the opposite direction. 

Fred...according to my readings we will be passing through Klingonthis space in a few minutes. Do you think that's wise?

Let me see...nope it's Doritos’s. Good point Mr. Cock.

Captain?

What is it Oh'Whorah?

Our short-range scanners are picking up a bird of prey.

Tell it to visit a synagogue…next… 

Fred...

Hi sexy lady Bones?

Yep...I'm trippin' out weeee...

Captain?

What now Mr. Cock?

The National Organization of Women

Do my medical malpractice ears deceive me or Mr. Cock, did you just try to crack a joke you ole Vulcano you?

Nope...jokes are human emoticons Bones...

Fred...Mr. Cock has a hard on...get a load of this...

No thanks Bones...I'm a giving person but not when it comes to loads of spunk...

Suddenly a Klingonthis comes on the view screen.

Hey who changed the channel?

This is lxdodmrL"jlcgfm of the Klingonthis Empire...we have you in our sights Sexerprise…

And I am captain Fred T Qirk of the USS Sexerprise...and we are on many websites…

You die today Qirk!

As long as it’s a low carb diet…

Fred…awaiting your orders…

Hmmmm…make it an open faced cheeseburger Mr. Cock…and will someone get Bones some booze as she seems to have run out…Slutty how are the engines holding?

Another bottle of beer on the wall…

Slutty…you said that last episode…

Sorry Captain…but she’s giving all she got…

But we ain’t moving…

I mean the ensign…she’s giving oral to us all in engin…hic…eering..

Fred…

What Mr. Cock?

Defensive maneuvers are prudent Captain…

Well I ain’t no prude Mr. Cock..

Captain?

What Oh’whorah?

The Klingonthis’s bird of prey has vanished…

No doubt a religious experience…Mr. Cock send out a photon torpedo at these coordinates…

But Fred…

Trust me…

Suddenly the Klingonthis ship gets a direct hit…

Curses Qirk…how did you spot us?

Should I tell him Mr. Cock?

Yes sir…

Well this whole episode was in the hollodeck…and none of this was real…

So what you are saying is that this whole post was made up as a sort of humorous relief?

Yep…cheap shot artist as I am…that was the case…

But Captain…the hollodeck is part of Sex Trek: the Sex Generation…

So what are you saying Mr. Cock?

That none of this is post could have possibly happened…

So are you suggesting that I’m totally blitzed on drugs?

That would be logical…

And with that I awake with one hell of a headache…

Computer…did federation send us some orders to investigate some bionic sphere or something?

Yes…but I told them that we switched to Version and the reception stinks…

Cool…what a relief…hey what’s this bag of Doritos’s doing here? Fuck an-A Mr. Cock doesn’t know jack shit.

More to come…

Sex Trek 3 - Don't Fear the Reaper 

A direct hit has been landed and I think I’m done for. I look over at Mr. Cock, cold and collective in his typical Vulcano fashion, as he too knows this is the end of Fred T Qirk. As I brace myself for the inevitable a miracle happens (or is it slight of hand?) and I escape once again. And with all my resources I propose a counterstrike.

G-4…

Hit. You sunk my battleship. 

Good game Mr. Cock.

Captain?

What is it Oh’Whorah?

Reaper vessel approaching at warp 7…at this rate he’ll intercept us in 2 minutes…

Reaper vessel? This is puzzling Captain…why would the most feared and deadliest assassin be on our trail?

Well he is an ass ya know…

Captain…what have you gotten yourself into this time?

But how was I to know that my King high was gonna be beat by a straight?

And what exactly did you wager Fred?

Well the ship naturally and I raised with a few choice joints as well…

And I take it you didn’t pay…

Slipped my mind…

And he is here to collect…

Time to intercept is 60 seconds…

Well I say we fight it out and if need be I’m willing to go down toking…

Well considering how advanced the Reaparian weaponry is to ours, I think we have slim to no chance…

Captain…you are being hailed…I mean called…

I’ll be there in 2 seconds…

60 seconds later…

How dare you keep me waiting Qirk!

Hey Reaper…I was just gonna call you…

Time is up Qirk of Earth…I am here to collect on a debt…

Yeah…but I was going to show you how to double your money…

It won’t work Qirk of Earth…I demand either payment in full willingly or we’ll take it by force…

Captain we’ve been caught in a tractor beam…

Ok…guess they leave us no choice…computer start the self-destruct sequence…alpha 69…beta 69…voice-activated protocol…Qirk…Fred T Qirk…

Self-destruct is in 3 minutes…

Well Reaper you’re too late…we’re gonna blow up and take you with us…

You wouldn’t dare…

2 minutes and 45 seconds and counting…

Now would I? You can have our ship and my joints for around 2 minutes and then we all go bye bye…Be seeing you…

Curses…

A transporter beam brings Reaper over to the ship of the Sexerprise.

OK…you pointed ear Vulcano…and don’t try any cock meld on me…where is Qirk?

Qirk? I think he just left…

Self-destruction in 2 minutes…

Where did Qirk leave?

Well he just transported over to your ship. Unless I’m mistaken he’ll be taking it over about now…

My men will never follow him…

Well once Fred drops the joint bombs in the air duct…you’ll discover how persuasive mellow soldiers can really be…

Well we’ll see about that…transporter…beam me back…

Like wow Reaper leader…like the floor is spinning or somethin’…

Beam me back now you buffoon…

Sorry again Reap’…’punters crankin’ out munchies…call me back…I gonna take a piss…

Self-destruct in 90 seconds…

Fred…

Hey Cocky…what’s happening?

The Sexerprise is gonna blow up in 80 seconds…and so are you I might add…

Yeah…there’s this chic and if I play my cards right I’ll be getting a blow job in less then that…

Captain…this is Bones…get your ass back here or no more blow jobs from me…

Oh come on Bones you sexy doctor lady…you’ll always be my gal…

Not in 70 seconds I won’t…

I could do a lot with you in 70 seconds ya know babe…

Captain? I must insist that you return at once…

Sorry Cockman…this chic is hot…

Captain…this is Reaper…I’ll release you from your debt so long as you don’t blow both our ships up…

55 seconds to self destruct…

Don’t know ‘bout that Reaper…how ‘bout you throw this chic in with the deal…what’s your name sweaty?

Reapa Macintosh…

That’s my sister…no deal…

45 seconds to self destruct…

Well…be seeing you then…Qirk is…

Wait…ok…I give you my word…

35 seconds to self destruct…

Word…is that ok?

Yes…Captain…according to Reaparian a word from the Reaper though perverted is always acceptable…

25 seconds to self-destruct…

All right…hey Slutty…this is Qirk…

Another bottle of beer on the wall…

Slutty…this is Bones…get your ass in gear and get the Captain and his lady friend back…

15 seconds to self destruct…

Hey Captain…is she a hottie?

Damn straight…

Captain…now (x10)!

Hey Captain?

What Slutty?

You want me to beam you back…or…hic…

7 seconds…

Or…

Should I just replay the self-destruct tape…?

Ah…shit…just play the tape back I’m gonna grab some of Reaper’s cigars…

Self destruct recording has been completed…to replay press the pound key…

To be continued…



Sex Tricks



1. Nothing under clothing

Skip the underwear. Are you going to a party together? Make sure that your private parts are easily accessible and uncovered, so you can sneak away for a secret quickie on the host's toilet.

2. Go directly to intercourse

Have a quickie. Sometimes no foreplay. The honeymoon is not only one another, but go directly to intercourse.

3. Steady rhythm

The rhythm is the main thing. Nothing good sex without a steady rhythm! Applies to both caressing, oral sex and intercourse.

4. Nicknamed knees

Knees is an underrated erogenous zone. Concentrate light caresses there.

5. Sex off the table

Tables can be very exciting to have sex at. Animal Genomic hectic with clothes on. Kitchen table or dining room table works just as well. Sex loose!

6. Have a sex weekend

Have sex on a weekend. The more sex you have, the closer you will get to each other.

7. Sting with pain

Whipped and spanked can be fun ... A certain dose of pain can bring an extra sex sting. Spank lightly with your palm or buy a whip. There are both nice and naughty.

8. Read erotic comics

Erotic comics are good for sexy inspiration. Read along and feel the pulse rise. Available in fine comic shops.

9. Kiss as an Indian

Old Indian kissing technique: Hold your partner's eyes with his hands and insert the tongue into his mouth. For the tongue from side to side and in and out. Your partner is now completely at the mercy of you.

10. Drink yourself hot

Champagne is a drink that for many symbolizes eroticism. Why not start the evening with drinks?

11. Shower massage

Make it good for each other. Harder, softer, warmer and milder water, go through each other bit by bit, and stay a little longer where it is most comfortable.

12. Nicknamed skin

The skin is the body's biggest erogenous zone. Knead, patting and caressing it as much as possible.

13. Scented candles

Scented candles can create the right erotic atmosphere. Unplug the telephone wall jack, and devote yourself for a whole evening just for each other.

14. Eat roseroot

Rosenrot said to be sexually stimulating. Buy at health food and try. Harmful is not. It is said that the rose root makes it tingle a promising start in the genitals. You become more Horny simply.

15. Use your tongue

Oral sex in the ass is an underrated pleasure. Still not sure? Wash thoroughly before you, and please use a slick patch (chopped condom placed over the anus) if you have hygienic concerns.

16. Not completely naked

It can be very sexy to keep the underwear on. The fabric is a nice barrier against the most intimate. Caresses can be extra comfortable through thin silk or light cotton.

17. Sex from behind

Sexual intercourse from behind could be a good idea if you want to caress the clitoris simultaneously. It is easy to access it, and the intercourse position is exciting for many women.

18. Very plain

Lubricant can enhance the quality of your sex life. Spend! Durex has several fun variations with heat and tingling effect. Allow your partner to massage you until you can no longer stand it ...

19. Sex fantasies

Fantasies are often the best condition for you to be excited. Take an extra partner in your life together through imagination and whisper this in your partner's ear.

20. Let the desire be heard

For a more intense sexual life: Live out your desire in the sound! Give you the freedom to groan, pant, pant, scream, oooaaa and aaaaaa as much as you want. When the mind starts rotating at the show usually hang on the body.

21. The whole body

Use your whole body when you caress your partner. Lying on his back and let your body caress his or her body.

22. Chocolate painting

Chocolate color with accompanying brush is a fun sex toy. Paint each other's sex, or decorate each other and lick clean.

23. Massage Oil

Massage oil that heats the skin and gets hot when you blow on the skin, is a nice feature of a varied sex life. The massage can happily ends with intercourse.

24. Taken by the stranger

Pretend you do not know each other. One of the most common sexfantasierna is that one gets taken by a total stranger. Play like this erotic play with each other in a dark bedroom.

25. See you in the mirror

Love standing in front of a mirror. Mirrors give a new dimension to your sex life.

26th. Honey sex

Honey coiled with advantage of your pet's body. A good spice in oral sex.

27. Laundress

Bathe together. One of you is enjoying while the other acts washerwoman. Wash genitals extra careful ..

28. Striptease

Dress yourself, teasingly, while your partner may look at. The honeymoon of you one item at a time.

29. Shave

Shave each other. The feeling of two shaven sex with each other is something special.

30. Cool with ice

Take an ice cube and it over your partner's body. Nipples are highly sensitive. Vaginal well.

31. Play strip poker

Play strip poker and do not remove your underwear straight away.

32. Run with the tie

Ties can be used for much. Tie each other, love each other.

33. Draw circles

Draw circles with your tongue on your baby's body, such as around the nipples and navel.

34. Light the lamp

Do you love the darkness? Make your partner in the eyes for a change.

35. Satisfy your fingers

Licking each other's fingers as part of foreplay. Hands are forgotten as erogenous zones.

36. Play Vampire

Use your teeth loose and harder bite. Chew gently on each others nipples.

37. Eat your partner

Whipped cream is good. Let your partner imagine a cream cake. Eat her or him in big bites.

38. Bet

Bet on a sexual service. "If you lose, you fondle / lick / suck / slave all night ..."

39. Find the G spot

Find his G-spot. The man's G-spot learning to sit about 5 inches into the anus, on its front wall. If you insert your finger and press forward towards the scrotum, you have found the right place. Be sensitive and he does not want, you can not force him, but for the most part, men are open to sexual experimentation, especially if it will give him greater pleasure. Many enjoy a finger in her ass during intercourse. If in doubt, ask first.

40. Nipples

Getting nipples caressed, drawn in, licked and sucked, pinched-in, or even very hard treated as a source of orgasm for many women.

41. Erotic romance

Erotic Reading: The novel "Fallen Angel" by Cherri Pickford. The main character is a authors must obtain sexual experiences ...

42. Condom sex

Tips for the guy with premature ejaculation 1: Try to have intercourse with a condom on, whether you need protection or not. Condoms can delay ejaculation in a good way, without it being necessary to remove the feeling.

43. Keeping time

Tips for the guy with premature ejaculation 2: Masturbate before intercourse. So keep an erection longer guaranteed.

44. Love in water

Have sex in the pool or in the sea. Best sex position in the water is face to face, the woman astride the man. Best with water sex: You are weightless.

45. Lesbians tip

Great sex tips for lesbians: The book "The whole lesbian sex book" by Felice Newman

46. Double up

Combine massage of her G-spot with oral sex. Wow!

47. Let him enjoy

Frenulum, the little string that uncircumcised men have and which connects the foreskin to the penis body, is sensitive to stimulation. Let the tongue fluttering over it and feel His pleasure.

48. Good position

Good sex positions for her is "clitoral contact" - he was lying on top of her, but keeps the body a bit higher up than her, so that the penis does not penetrate as deeply into the vagina. In this way, the penis to stimulate the clitoris. She lies still, but the press during life against him in small rhythmic movements.

49. Rudeboy

Boys' new favorite sex toy called Rudeboy - a kind of dildo, giving his G-spot a total snap! Available for purchase online.

50. Watch and learn

See when your partner masturbate. You get an invaluable lesson in how he / she wants to be petted.

51. Erotic food

Tips for stimulating erotic dinner: Oysters, which are rich in zinc, strawberries and chocolate.

52. Sexy lingerie

Sexy lingerie is a classic way to raise your heart rate in the relationship. Opt for the pinup Dita von Teesens style: pantyhose bands, corset, high heels.

53. The mirror image

"Mirror Image" is a good position for both heterosexual and homosexual. Lie to each other and doing the exact same movements. Can both front and back.

54. Tantra sex

Perform all movements slowly. Feel the excitement rise.

55. The cone

The new sex toy for both women and men are "cone" - a pink contraption that you can sit on.

56. Massage

Sensual massage - caressing each other for at least 20 minutes each. Guaranteed exciting.

57. Hugging more

After we hug (and have sex) secreted oxytocin, also known as the "love hormone" - and that strengthens our relationships.

58. Fine experience

Scrotum is often completely forgotten in oral contexts. Suck gently on your balls, alternating left and right. Suck then lightly on the scrotum. It can be guaranteed to be his finest oral sex experience!

59. Try sex cream Try a sex cream that increases sensation. There are many, both men and women. Sex creams are available in sex shops and online.

60. Sex SMS

Try foreplay via SMS. Make sure you are in different rooms. Texting each other your most erotic and shameful proposal - and then hit the bed to realize these! 



Sex Trip to Japan



She stopped me with the word "massaji"—she was tiny, no more than 5 feet tall and so thin she must have weighed less than 90 lbs. She had a white top that showed her midriff and a pair of tight jeans that hugged her slim legs and hips. A cel phone, decorated to show her individuality in the way that all young Japanese did, dangled from her belt. I asked in English "how much" and she answered 10,000 yen. Around $90, I calculated. I asked if there was only massage, and she said in halting English, 13,000 yen for "service." She quickly apologized and revised the amount to 13,500, with an endearing shy smile as she struggled with "500." 

I nodded and said okay and she took me around the corner and up an elevator, asking me "America?" to which I responded "Yes." This seemed to impress her, as if she didn't meet many Americans. Through the door, she gestured to a man and I paid him the money. She gestured to my shoes, indicating that I should take them off and gave me slippers, beckoning me to follow her to a long hallway lined with curtained booths on each side. The lighting was low, but bright enough that I could see there had been minimal attention paid to the décor. Dingy was probably the best description. As she slid open the curtain to the first booth, I saw a bed, a basket on the floor for my clothing , and a small bedside table with a lubricant dispenser. Handing me a towel, she gestured out back out and said "shower." After I took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist, she led me to a small stall where I rinsed, cleaning off the sweat and humidity of the day. This seemed so much more hygienic and civilized than North America. 

When I returned to the room, she had changed into a nightgown, and after gesturing for me to lie down on my stomach, she covered my back with towels and straddled me to give me my massage, starting with my shoulders and moving down my back. She pressed hard with her fingers, loosening my muscles. When she reached my tailbone, she stood up on the bed and grabbed a bar that hung from the ceiling. She then proceeded to climb on my lower back and use her feet, pushing with her full weight. I heard my spine click as she stepped on each side of it. She danced on my buttocks, then walked sidestepping down each leg, finally pushing down on the bottoms of my upturned feet. 

At this point, she climbed off and waved her hands to indicate I should turn over. She went and fetched a small hot towel, which she used on my crotch. The steamed towel made my cock wave to hardness, and she squirted some lubricant on her left hand and began to rub my erection. She smiled at me as she did this, and I marveled at how small her hands were. The tiny fingers made my cock look enormous and swollen beyond its normal size. She had long hair, dyed brown in the style of most young women in Tokyo. Her teeth were small and well shaped, well proportioned as the rest of her pretty face. Chinese music played in the background, the Mandarin lyrics singing about love and loss, and I wondered if she was from China. 

Somehow she looked Chinese rather than Japanese, perhaps because her delicate face and petite body wasn't quite like that of the other girls who milled about Shibuya, or perhaps I was jumping to conclusions because I had heard that many of the massage parlor girls were from China, Thailand, or Indonesia. Around her neck, a chain held a tiny cylindrical piece of jewelry, which I realized after a few minutes of watching her was actually a ring—I couldn't quite believe her fingers were tiny enough to wear it, but as I looked back and forth between her neck and the small fingers stroking my cock, I could measure its fit. 

As her hands swirled up and down my shaft, polishing the knob at the end of each upstroke, I caressed her legs and her ass, lightly tracing up her waist and her arms to touch her neck and face. She laughed with shyness, perhaps a touch uncomfortable with this gentle intimacy as she pumped my penis. I touched her neck and then slipped my fingers under her bra to tiny her breasts , but she laughed uncomfortably again and shook her head. I smiled and told her she was beautiful. Again she laughed uncomfortably and said thank you. Her ministrations were beginning to entice the familiar yearning in my hips, as I started to tense my legs and thrust my cock upwards through the slick tunnel formed by her fingers. 

As my cock swelled in anticipation of coming, my left hand grasped her firm buttocks and squeezed. Long strands of white come jetted out from between her thumb and fingers with each stroke of her hand as I involuntarily thrust a few last times. She swabbed me with tissues and then left to get another hot towel, which she used to gently embrace and clean my crotch. With another shy smile, she finished wiping. She left me to dress, and when I came out of the booth she led me to the elevator. I inquired her name and she said "Kana." She in return asked me how long I was staying, and I said a week. I asked her if she was working tomorrow, and she nodded yes. Leaving the building, I realized I had forgotten to check which floor I had been on. I walked away wanting to come back, perhaps to see her pretty smile again, perhaps because I had found her shyness so disarmingly genuine. Maybe it was all an act, but if it was it worked the proper charm. 

After getting back to my room (which involved quite an adventure, since I had missed the last train), I masturbated while thinking about her and came again, surprised that I was still so horny thinking about her that I could come one more time. The last few days remind me of my teenage years, when I could yank myself to four or five orgasms a day. It feels like the sexual urgency of my long ago, being in Japan being constantly titillated by young schoolgirls in short skirted uniforms. At home, I can go a week or even two without masturbating, but here in Tokyo I've been in a perpetual state of horniness. It has made me realize that the more often you come, the more horny you are and the easier it is to get hard again later that day. 

The next night I came back to the corner where she had beckoned me with her "massaji" query. She wasn't there, and so I kept wandering the alleyways of Shibuya, browsing a pornographic DVD shop. Plastic cases covered the shelves with photos of young women in school uniforms, smiling innocently—flipping the box revealed a collage of photos of the same girl being fucked in every way, with her look of pained pleasure so starkly different from the prim smile on the cover. Why do Japanese women moan during sex as if they are in pain? It must be that they learn that this is how to express a pleasure that has been forced onto them, coaxed against their will and thus always accompanied by the lashings of shame. 

I look for the DVDs that I had bought several days earlier in Akihibara, a pair that each featured a young model having sex with two dogs, and another pair featuring four women being raped. It was a fantasy scene of course, scripted so that each ran the same course of the girl being stalked surrepticiously from afar, and then chased into a dark abandoned area in the woods, where she was violently raped. The acting was surprisingly realistic, with the girls' screams of fear and pain showing none of the faked insincerity of similar pornographic films in North America. 

Perhaps too close an attention to detail in the U.S. was not good for business, and a clear indication of rape fantasy opposed to actual rape a necessity in the face of censorship. No such problem existed here in Japan, and I was shocked, and quite turned on, by the violence of the films. One scene showed the girl being tossed and kicked in the dirt, so that by the end her naked body was filthy. Each had prominent moments of actual physical violence, from clothes being torn to strangling and slapping. The slapping was the only part that was less than real, repeated but with little force—if this had been an actual rape the blows assuredly would have been harder. In any case, the humiliation expressed was still shocking—the men (multiple men seemed involved in the rape, although only one actually had sex with the victim) spit on her face and stepped on her breasts, grinding the toes of their shoes and boots on her nipples. 

The force of their fingers twisting and pinching nipples and breasts, unlike the face slapping, was full force, and the girl's screams of pain showed little pretense. I had masturbated with a feverish shock to these videos, a little shocked at how excited I was by the violence. Each showed a progress in the rape from full resistance to sobbing resignation on the girl's part, ending with a slow pan away from the limp naked girl crying in shame after the rapist stops fucking her. I wish I had only watched one scene, since watching the same formulaic scene four times with different women seemed to decrease the sense of realism. 

There was no diminishing of realistic sex with the pair of dog sex videos. Each was long, and as formulaic as the rape fantasies. The girl rides in a car, answering questions from the pornographer, and then eventually exposing her breasts and pussy and masturbating with a dildo. Next, she appears in a house, where she is introduced to a pair of dogs, one black and one yellow. They lick her face and then her naked body, before she proceeds to suck each dogs purple cock. In a strange irony, the penis of the dog is not blurred out like that of the men in Japanese porn. The women's pussies are still blurred in the dog sex videos, just as they are in all Japanese porn videos, but the scenes of women sucking dogs is oddly more explicit than sex between humans. The porn makers seem to know this, and so they linger on every detail of canine fellatio—the watery squirting pre-orgasmic fluid that shoots out of the veined penises, the frighteningly large knob that marks the dog cocks as so alien from human phalluses. 

There is a shocking normalcy to these women having sex with dogs—they seem to genuinely be enjoying having the swollen penises thrust in and out of their cunts (blurred unfortunately). In one video, the women is pregnant, and the shock of seeing a pregnant woman well advanced in term, sucking off one dog then another, and then being fucked by them, is far greater even than the simple shock of seeing a woman have sex with a furry pet. At the end of this video, as the dog thrusts into her from behind, the pregnant woman shouts in pain. The dog is pulled off, and it is uncertain whether she has somehow been hurt, but as the camera focuses on her slimy crotch, we see slowly dripping out of the blurred area of her swollen lips long strands of stringy sperm. Her shout of pain, it turns out, was provoked by the dog's orgasm. 

I had bought a fifth video, a series of bukkake scenes with a beautiful Japanese woman, a model named Naomi Hirose. She is haunting, breathtaking, with the telltale dental imperfection that even the most striking of Japanese women always possess. Like a mole, a tooth gone awry seems to be like a beauty mark, a sign of distinction. Compared to bukkake scenes I had watched before, she seemed much more genuine in her enjoyment of sex and of having her face covered by come shot after come shot. Each of the scenes featured over ten men spraying her face with sperm, and unlike the almost boring repetition of masturbating men of most bukkake videos, this one features her giving blowjobs and sucking the cocks between come shots. Another good buy! 

As I browse the DVD store, I contemplate purchasing a scatological video that seems from the cover to be putridly disgusting in its graphic portrayal of feces being eaten and drunk. The women bend over bowls full of shit, tasting and seeming to actually swallow, but somehow naked bodies almost completely smeared with dark brown waste feces doesn't really excite me. In fact, I am probably turned off by it.

I leave the DVD store empty-handed, wandering past several places that advertise "systems" where you pay 10,000 or 12,000 yen. Others advertise a "massage" for 3000 yen. I imagine that somehow extra services come on top of that, and although I am intrigued, I am not ready to go inside. A young thin girl approaches me in the alley and asks something in Japanese. I shake my head and indicate I don't understand, saying I speak English, and she smoothly switches her whispered pitch into English, asking if I want sex. I ask how much, and she says 10,000 yen. I nod, and she leads me up the alley, around a bend in the hill, and down stairs into a small waiting area. A TV shows inane Japanese shows, and two men gesture for me to sit down. 

The girl asks me to pay them the 10,000 yen, and then they ask me to wait. After giving me a cup of cold tea, they lead me inside a cramped narrow burrow, not really a hall, just a small room divided on both sides into rows of booths with folding closet style doors. This place is much smaller than the massage parlor the night before, and the booths are hardly more than a bed with some room on the side to stand. I can see through the booths with open doors that each contains a waiting girl clothed in a nightgown. I am led to the last booth on the left, and inside is a tall thin girl with a wide smile. She is skinny, with lanky bones, and although she is not bad looking, she is not as pretty as the girl from the night before. 

She asks me to undress, and at this place there is a small bag with a rope handle where I am supposed to put my valuables so that I can carry them to the shower. It is a smart touch, since I had been worried the night before whether my wallet was safe in the room while I was showering. I rinse off as I did the night before. She waits for me just outside the shower, ready to hand me my towel and to even dry me off. When we get back to the room, she gives me a massage, much more perfunctory than the elaborate one last night, before turning me over and using her lubricated left hand to rub my penis to hardness. Even without the hot towel treatment that had impressed me the night before, I still get an erection (and despite the fact that I have already masturbated to orgasm twice that day). After she gets me hard, and as I touch her legs and face, she asks me whether I would like her to take her clothes off. This communication, of course, is much less clear than just that, with puzzled looks met by frustrated pantomimes and further lack of clarity. 

Finally, after a few minutes of fumbled miscommunication, I discern that she wants another 10,000 yen to take her clothes off. I shake my head and so no. She puts on an act of disappointment and asks why? I say it is too much money. She acts as if she is unhappy, and the hard sell has distracted me enough that I have lost my erection. She listlessly strokes my cock, but without conviction. She starts to try to seduce me into paying more, licking my nipple and kissing me on the lips. She offers 5000, and still I say no, that I don't have the money. She is now in hard sell mode, asking why I don't want her naked, and so finally I agree. She hands me the bag with my wallet and I pull out 1000s one at a time. I only have four bills, and so I say I only have 4000. Of course, she sees I have another two 10,000 bills, but I close the wallet and return it to the bag. She seems to accept that she is only going to get another 4000 and takes the money out to her handlers. 

When she returns, she pulls her nightgown over her head and I am now happy that I paid the extra. Her body is typical of one of the three main body types of Japanese women. There are those Japanese women who are short and squat, with tubular legs and chubby faces. The joke is that these women have calves and ankles like a daikon, the fat Japanese radish. The second common type is the tiny waif, petite like a doll and weighing less than 100 lbs, like the girl from the night before. Attached to a pretty face, this type is the cutest and looks the sexiest when perched on top of your cock—there is nothing as stirring as seeing your cock look monstrous as it thrusts upwards into such a tiny girl. The girl tonight is of the third type, tall and lanky with square shoulders and a long neck. She has boyish hips, but her thin waist gives her enough of a curve so that she is shapely rather than masculine. Her belly button is flush with a flat stomach—there is virtually no fat on her, and her long legs are sexy in a languid way that the petite Japanese girls can't achieve. 

As she strips her panties and bra I smile in appreciation. Now that the negotiation is over, she acts happy with me again, and as she sits naked on the bed and strokes my cock, I instantly get hard. She licks my nipples and tongues my ear. At the same time, I lick her nipples and begin fondling her cunt. I am surprised that she is not shaved, and in fact she doesn't even seem to have trimmed her bush. Her slim hips swivel around as she puts a condom on my erection. I am even more surprised after she takes me in her mouth when she straddles my face and lowers her pussy to my mouth. North American prostitutes almost never allow cunnilingus, and I am not sure I would really want to go down on most of the hookers I have been with there—they don't seem overly hygienic. With her tiny cunt proffered before me, however, I find I am eager to partake. 

I hungrily lap at her clitoris, before reaching up and licking her rubbery asshole. Parting her anus with my tongue, I rim her, still concentrating on how it feels as she deep throats me. Going back to licking her cunt, I deep kiss her lips, sticking my tongue deep into her gash. I hungrily graze between her pussy and her asshole, feeling my horniness get more intense. As I feel myself climbing my way to climax, I reach my right hand down to the back of her head and begin pushing it down on my cock in rhythm with my now thrusting hips. I feel a violence surge through me, and I begin to shove my cock upwards with great force, slamming her head down hard at the same time as each thrust up. I hear wet choking sounds come from her throat, but that only make me want to fuck her face even harder. 

For 30 seconds, I am ramming her mouth as if it is her pussy, using my arm to guide her bobbing head. I come in several hard spurts and she continues to milk me even as my thrusting subsides. As I relax back into the bed, she climbs off and grabs tissue to clean me. She asks me to shower again, and when I return she asks if I want some more massage. I say yes and she straddles my back and gives me several more minutes of hand massage, as well as standing up and using her feet like the girl last night. She is too heavy to give me the delicate walking on my legs and back that I received from the other girl, but I'm still satisfied. While I dress, she showers, returning to me with a smile. I ask her where she is from, and she says a place name I don't recognize. I ask her if it is around here, and she says yes. She thanks me as I leave, and as I climb the stairs back up to the alley, I realize I have forgotten to ask her name...



Sex, Truths and Videotapes



Sunday morning after a sober Saturday of cinema and it was time for a shower. It was half ten after all, he thought to himself. He pulled his robe off the hook, grabbed a towel and scurried nakedly through to the bathroom and treated himself to a long, hot time under the rose.

Just as he stepped out of the shower, clean and warm, a loud voice rampaged upstairs, past the banister and into the bathroom.

'Oy - lazy bones - the paper's on he sofa, coffee's in the pot and I'm about to start breakfast, get your arse down here.'

'Arse on its way,' he called back down to his wife.

He pulled on a robe, towelled his feet and hair dryish, pottered downstairs, poured a coffee, kissed his wife, slapped her similarly adorned backside playfully and plonked himself on an armchair in the lounge.

'La vie est dur', she tutted as she watched him slouch onto the chair, put his coffee down, pick up the paper and go straight for the sport.

'Off to his own little male world of football,' she thought to herself and smiled at boys always being boys. Thirty-five and still as obsessed by a load of overpaid cheats chasing a bag of air around a patch of grass. She would often taunt him with words like this. This time she didn't mention it as she had to butter him up a little.

'Darling', she said, staring at the front of the Observer, 'hate to do this to you, but we've been invited to Stephen's for dinner; I got a text from him this morning. Can't really pass on it for obvious reasons.'

No reply.

'I hate to subject you to that stuck-up cow as well.' Still no reply.

'Geoff!'

She paused, hand on hips, as her husband placidly cocked the Sunday paper to peer at her from over it, like a General surveying the landscape from behind his bunker of current affairs.

'Did you just hear what I said?'

Her right foot tapped on the floor now, but the flicker of a smile on her lips betrayed the little game of stereotype they played.

'Cows, love. We're going to see your parents at the farm I suppose.' He bent back to the paper, grinning to himself and waited for the physical onslaught. It came via a wooden spoon being poked into the paper.

'Oy! Don't crease the paper, woman.' The grin wiped from his face in a piece of Gielgud-standard acting.

'Well if you listened to a word I said rather than burying your head in the bloody paper...'

He looked up again and laid the paper on his lap, a provocative look on his face.

'Are you telling me I should be concentrating on boring domestic stuff rather than important international news that could be affecting the whole world?'

She stared, open mouthed, the role-play in full swing.

'Is it more important to know that we're going to see Stephen,' he continued, 'and that po-faced cow of wife, than about a brave French woman and her Colombian nightmares?'

He laughed at the look on her face, she ripped the paper from his lap to jump on it and start a soft-fisted pummelling.

'You're a bad, bad, man, Geoffrey Simpleton.' She always bastardised his surname in times of banter.

'Well, Sally Simplewoman, I seem to be brains enough for your tiny intellect, so all is well with the world. N'est ce pas?'

She grabbed his wrists and straddled him, her face against his, wriggling into his lap.

'Ooh, playing it tough are we?' he asked.

'I was looking for hard rather than tough, she hissed through clenched teeth,' and wriggled more to pull his robe away with her legs.

'Oh yeah? Think I can manage that on a Sunday morning when I have all his sport to read?' He teased her; liked to make her a little fiery.

She laughed.

'I know your game, mister, pretending you're not interested, but I think that the cock I can feel starting to grow underneath me is betraying your true feelings.'

'Nah, I'm not bothered, I don't think I could get it up this morning.'

'Shut the fuck up and get your teeth on my nipples.'

'How can I do that when you're pinning me down?'

She released her grip on him and leaned back to undo her robe. Her nipples immediately stiffened against the cool air of the room and she grabbed her willing partner's hands to push him back against the sofa and pushed her breasts to his face. She had full, round, heavy breasts with small nipples that pointed down and were surrounded by large, light brown areolae; breasts that Geoff had always loved and been turned on by. It never failed to get him aroused pleasuring her by touching them and it always got her wet very quickly.

He grew hard as he traced circles with his tongue round the nipples and felt the heat of her exposed pussy on his body with the rhythm of her hips on him. She reached behind her back and grabbed his erection to guide it into her, ready very quickly from the sudden change in mood.

'Fuck me quickly, bad man, I'm hungry for food as well as your cock.'

'Ask and ye shall receive,' he grunted and thrust upwards to force her to gasp, as his cock speared into her. The exhalation was cut short as he clamped his mouth over hers and her gasp turned into a happy moan. She reached her hand behind again to squeeze his balls and wriggle against his thrusts. The thrusts grew, to force her to grab him round the neck and they slammed themselves into each other.

They moved against one other, a position that pleased both of them immensely and increased speed rapidly.

'I wish I could see your arse bouncing up and down now on my cock,' he spat out between breaths.

'Maybe we should video ourselves,' she countered through moans that had become higher pitched and more rapid. 'I'd like to see your cock forcing itself into my holes.'

She knew he was turned on by the idea of watching them on film and so was she. Then she added, knowing it would send him over the edge, 'We could get Annie to film us.'

'Oh shit!' he moaned, 'don't say that if you want me to last any longer.

'I don't need longer.' The truth was that she was turned on by the idea. She started to feel the orgasm rip though her; she moaned long and loud. Geoff closed his eyes, pictured Annie, her impish face against a camera watching the two of them fuck and felt his cum start to spill from his cock.

They stayed locked together in order to regain their breath; the result of their fast and furious lovemaking running rivulets down her leg. She slowly leaned back and ran her finger up her thigh, scooped some and tasted while grinning.

'Like the idea of that, you dirty boy?' she asked.

'I'm taking the fifth.'

'You can't, you're in England and you're English.'

'Dammit.'

'Would you admit it if I told you I like the idea?'

The fact that she could feel him physically growing so quickly again told her all she needed to know.

'Dirty bastard,' she laughed and hopped off, scooped more juices and ran before he could rebuke her. He followed her upstairs and pulled her robe off, dropped his from his shoulders and pulled her into the shower. They soaped each other where necessary, a mini-wash to rinse away their furious lovemaking and as she soaped the length of his erection she admired it.

'I always loved the way you could get hard again straight afterwards.'

She soaped it slowly and let the water take away the lather before taking it in her mouth, not really wanting her hair wet again, but unable to resist feeling the soft skin of his hardness in her mouth. She inched the member deeper and deeper into herself, and he smiled at her ability to take so much cock, until she retreated, just the head in her mouth; she sucked hard, tongue swirling around.

She stood up and, on tip-toe, kissed him tenderly, felt his penis pressing against her. 'I'd best go cook.'

'Oh thanks, get me into this state then fuck off!'

'Go have a wank and think about Annie,' she giggled as she pushed the shower off and left the cubicle.

'Think she'd go for it?' he asked, his erection staying hard as he forced the fantasy along.

'Ask her,' Sally said, knowing full well that was never going to happen.

'Yeah, right,' he replied. He leaned against the inside of the cubicle, stroked his cock and watched her dry her hair. She looked at his body, still pretty good for a thirty-five year old; slim, dark haired, big hands, clean shaven, five-ten, but quite broad.

'She'd say yes if I asked her,' said Sally.

'I hardly think the idea of her seeing my hard-on is going to have her salivating at the mouth. Or wet anywhere else.'

'Yes,' replied Sally, stopping the towelling for a moment and looking at her husband to see the reaction to the revelation about to tumble from her lips, 'but you're not privy to one important fact.'

He looked puzzled and raised an eyebrow, Roger Moore style.

'Do tell.'

'Annie has always fancied me right from the first moment she clamped her eyes on me. She regularly masturbates while thinking about me and treasures the time we once showered together at her gym.'

'Oh fuck. You have got to be kidding me.'

Geoff closed his eyes and imagined little porcelain skinned Annie in the shower with his sexy wife and pictured what his wife's friend would look like naked. As if reading his mind she started to describe it.

'She has these slender thighs, Geoff, they rise up to her little pussy that she trims down to a thin strip of pubic hair where her lips are clearly visible; when she showered with me, you could see little folds standing out.'

'Oh God,' moaned Geoff as he stroked himself harder.

'When she washed herself I allowed her to touch herself, Geoff, and when she did, she had this look on her face. She was devouring my flesh with her eyes and when she came it was so intense she couldn't stand. I have to admit, it was exciting. I looked at her body too. She has beautiful breasts; I can appreciate them from an aesthetic point of view -- I didn't want to touch them -- but I do think she has a lovely body.'

'Her nipples?' he mumbled.

'Her nipples were small, but erect as she caressed her clitoris, Geoff. She caressed it like this.' Sally started to touch herself, little circular movements around her clitoris, which ached to be touched. She was amazed at how aroused she'd suddenly become and at the moment she knew she could ask her best friend to do it.

'Don't waste that beautiful erection any longer, Geoff; I need you in me again.'

She put her hands on the wash basin and bent forwards, arse proudly in the air. He needed no further invitation and sunk his cock deep into her wet and welcoming pussy. She stroked her clitoris as he fucked her from behind, his hands on her hips. They looked at each other in the mirror.

'I can ask her Geoff,' she panted as his strokes filled her, 'I can ask and she would do it. She would film us naked. I can't ask her to be clothed and you not. If she gets to see me, you get to see her.'

Talking become harder as Geoff rammed into her.

'No touching; she wouldn't want you touching her and... frankly... ', words spat out between breaths, 'I wouldn't either. I have no desire to touch her either, but what a rush for all of us. Like that? Annie naked filming us? You get to see her little, perfect body and show off your magnificent cock to her, even though she'll be really looking at my tits?'

Images flooded through Geoff's head and he implored her not to tease him any more.

'I'm not teasing, Geoff, I want it. My little present to you both.'

'I'm going to cum,' he whispered, excited at his wife's confession and he felt the second orgasm in a short space of time to send Sally over her edge. 'Are you ready?'

'Just do it, darling. Cum for me and think about Annie. I have something else in mind for me,' she added, cryptically.

'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' swore Geoff as he gulped in air.

Sally looked into the mirror at Geoff and smiled.

'Now there's a button I know to push,' she said.

'Seems like the button works for you too.'

She nodded a closed-eye admission. 'I think I am admitting a little exhibitionist streak to myself you know.'

She straightened up and pulled him into the shower. 'This time, let's really get clean.'

They quickly washed themselves this time and stepped out of the shower.

'Well that took your mind off dinner with Stephen and little Miss Hoity-Toity.'

'It's fine, Sal, I can live with the free food they cook and the expensive wines I'm lead to believe they have for an evening now and again.'

He towelled himself and didn't dare admit that he secretly found Miss Hoity-Toity quite attractive in a posh-bird kind of way on the couple of occasions he'd met her at Sally's work dos. He wondered what she'd look like naked and was glad to find that even though the thought was pleasing and he could feel a tingle in his groin, the two recent sessions rendered any further blood flow unlikely. That was one woman Sal would not appreciate him lusting after!

'She does my fucking head in that po-faced wife of his,' said Sally venomously.

'Well, she is a bit full of herself, yeah, but she's a highly strung arty-type, dahling!'

'Shit, yeah, the way she says that all the time. She's a walking fucking cliché.'

'You're a classy bird, ain'tcha?' he asked cockney style.

Sally laughed and slapped his arse. Get your clothes on and let's eat.'

She slipped a long t-shirt on and wandered off to the bedroom, lifting the shirt on her way out to show off her well rounded backside.

'Still not so shabby,' thought Geoff, 'fuller and plumper than Annie's petite backside no doubt, but still a veritable eggs-in-a-hanky.'

He wandered through to the bedroom and pulled on some clothes. 'Life is life my Sally's arse,' he reflected, 'peachy.'

* * *

Breakfast over, they sat in the lounge, Geoff on the sofa, head buried back in the creased up paper, Sally opposite by the phone which she picked up. She tapped away at the number pad, the t-shirt ridden up her legs.

'Annie, Sal, hope I didn't wake you?' Annie was famous for very late Saturday nights and long Sunday lie-ins. Geoff's ears picked up at the sound of Annie's name. He didn't lower the paper, not wanting to betray his piqued interest.

'Oh good,' said Annie and Geoff wished he could hear both ends of the conversation. 'We were just talking about you and I'd rather like to see you one day in the week and talk to you about something.'

Geoff did the drop the paper this time and his eyebrows shot up. He had convinced himself this was just a little fantasy play Sally had come up with to spice up some Sunday morning lovemaking. He saw how the t shirt had ridden up and realised she'd not put panties on. Sally saw him looking and opened her legs a little more, lightly ran her finger along her lips and replied to Annie's unheard question.

'Oh, we were making love. Actually, fucking might be a better description,' she said with a dirty smile on her face. She started to feel herself tingle at the memory while talking to Annie about her lovemaking. A heavy, sexual silence fell on the room, only pierced by the tinny end of Annie's words. Sally's tongue appeared on her lips and Geoff started to feel the blood starting to flow. He wasn't at all sure he'd manage another session, but his penis was suggesting otherwise at the sight of his wife, her fingers gently teasing her clit, her breasts filling the t shirt, nipples straining against the material.

Geoff watched Sally, mind racing, penis semi-hard and wondered what was going on in his wife's head and how long these sorts of thoughts had been in her mind. The one way conversation continued and fantasies rattled around in Geoff's head.

'Yes, is that wrong of me?' A finger disappeared into Sally's pussy; he could hear the wet sound of it as she eased it inside.

'As wet as me then... Yes, touch yourself; I can picture what it looks like... Just a t shirt...No, no panties.'

Sally's breathing became faster and the little moans she made as she became aroused started to fill the room. Geoff threw the paper down and went to grab his camera. When he got back, Sally gasped.

'Oh, yes, Geoff, take some pictures of me masturbating with Annie!'

Geoff obliged and took a series of pictures from all angles. He got close-ups of pussy and face and pulled back to take in the whole magnificently, filthily erotic scene.

'Ready?' gasped Sally, 'yes, let's cum,' and she screamed out an orgasm that left her to twitch and whimper on her chair.

The breathing settled down and was replaced by a giggle. A slightly awkward aftermath and a somewhat nervous giggle.

'OK, see you next Saturday then,' he heard Sally say and watched her put the phone down. 'I don't know what has come over me,' she grinned.

'Come on, let's go and have a walk, then go for a beer,' said Geoff and jumped from his seat, 'I need to cool down a bit'

'Can I get dressed first?'

Geoff paused a short while as if considering it.

'Yeah, OK then. If you must.' Then he started to walk out of the room.

He turned and asked, 'When are we going to Stephen's?'

'Oh, Saturday. Should be fun day, huh?'

Geoff raised his eyebrows.

* * *

The following Saturday was a frustrating day for Geoff. He'd waited all week to know what Annie would say, and he would only be able to find out over a few whispers as they'd arranged to meet at Stephen and Julia's house as Geoff was going to an away match before the dinner. His friends dropped Geoff off outside Stephen and Julia's house; he wandered up to the front door a little disappointed Sally wasn't waiting outside to tell him what had gone on with Annie.

Julia opened the door and welcomed him with what could only be described as a cool smile. She was dressed in a sleeveless, cream, knee length dress, a scarf wrapped around her neck, hair up in a bun; she looked cool, chic and ultra sophisticated. She had that kind of look-but-don't-touch air about her that comes from money and breeding. The kind of appearance that said she would have sex to reproduce, but it most definitely was not something that was done for leisure or fun. She was slim, almost too slim -- bordering on thin -- for Geoff's taste, but there was something about the aloof way she carried herself that made him stare at her backside as he followed her down the hall to the others.

Sally was stood at, of all things, a bar, with Stephen, where they both had a bottle of some imported beer in their hands. Geoff almost did a double take at them having a well stocked bar in their living area. He'd promised to be on his best behaviour though, so smiled, shook hands with Stephen and gave Sally a quick kiss.

'Drink, Geoff?' asked Stephen, in his rich tone.

'Do bears...' he started and stopped, glancing at Sally. 'Yes please, Stephen.'

Stephen roared with laughter. 'No need to stand on ceremony here, mate, bears do shit in the woods and you can have whatever you like. Beer?'

Julia looked stony faced at the boys' ribald banter, but her face softened when Geoff replied that he'd prefer a white wine.

'Oh, that's Julia's domain. Bloody woman's drink, white wine,' and he disappeared off into another round of laughter which brought a smirk to the face of Sally.

'I have a delightful bottle of Gewürztraminer in the wine refrigerator, Geoffrey,' she said, her well-to-do accent such a strong contrast to the guests'. Julia groaned inwardly at them having a bloody wine fridge and almost tutted at her calling Geoff, Geoffrey. The woman surely had a stick up her arse and she'd love to shove it further up. Still, at least it kept Geoff happy and Julia maybe wouldn't have a sucked-lemon look on her bloody face all night if Geoff could schmooze up to this dreadful battleaxe for a while.

'Sounds fantastic, I love wines from Alsace ,' said Geoff. 'It's incredible how they manage to be so similar, yet so totally different to German wines...'

'Oh yes, dahling,' replied Julia, 'German stuff is acceptable when you're new to wine, but one soon grows out of that kind of simple wine as one's palate develops.'




Sex TV: A Game Show



My name is Marissa. This story is about my sole experience in the pornography industry.

I was selected to perform on a TV sex game show after going through the audition process. I conformed to their specifications -- big breasts, small waist and moderate ass, round but not too fleshy. I would be one of 5 women participating, and from what I could tell, I was the only amateur actress picked. The scenario was simple: one man, the contestant, would inspect 5 women hidden behind a screen and choose his favorite based on their responses to his investigations. Then the women would be unveiled and he would have to guess which woman was his chosen one. The contestant's reward for guessing correctly would, of course, be sex with her.

We were asked to strip, and then rigged with small microphones so that the audience would be able to hear our responses to the contestant's exploration. Each of us was given a tube of lube to apply in order to be ready when the game began, but I didn't need it. I was literally dripping wet with the idea of being anonymously fondled by a strange man in front of a live audience. I surreptitiously wiped away the moisture running from my pussy down my leg and put away the lube. 

We were positioned, totally nude, behind the first screen. We were lined up as if behind 5 glory holes, but for breasts, not pussies. We had to position our breasts to protrude through the hole in the screen. The lights were hot and staying positioned exactly was not easy. I was woman number three. I turned my head to watch number one and number two as they were felt by the young man. They seemed fairly unmoved. Then it was my turn. 

Not being able to see what was coming next was exciting. The contestant cupped one breast and gently bounced it to sample its resiliency. Then he cupped both and pushed them together as if to see if I could be tit fucked. My breasts are large, so the answer was yes. His investigations continued. He touched, kneaded, and fondled my bare breasts in front of the audience and the cameras. When he began rubbing my nipples lightly, I moaned softly. The microphones detected even this, and I heard my moans amplified. As I felt more pinching, the audience heard louder moaning. I could feel pussy juice sliding down my leg. I was surprised when I felt his mouth on me, and caught my breath at the sensation. He sucked and nibbled and nipped for what felt like a long time. Then his attention was over; he went on to numbers 4 and 5. Neither of them made any noises. Only I had been turned on enough to be audible. 

Next we were lined up behind a new screen that was very much like a glory hole as it exposed only our pussies. The other women stood naturally, with their legs together. Knowing I was being seen by so many people excited me, and I spread my legs so as to afford them a better view of my glistening wet lips. Again, I had to wait while numbers 1 and 2 were inspected. This time, they vocalized their pleasure. I didn't know what he would do with my anonymously exposed pussy. 

It was my turn again. He used both hands to spread my legs further. He ran his hand lightly over my Mons and outer labia, evidently inspecting for smoothness. I had had a wax job just for this show, so I was baby smooth all over. Then he spread my outer lips, and kept them open for a while, letting the audience see me exposed, nothing hidden, all on display. My juice continued running, down both legs now. He noticed this and collected some on his finger. Perhaps he was tasting me, I imagined. 

Next he slipped a finger between my outer lips, rubbing my inner lips, clitoris, and opening. My moans were again being broadcast. Everyone would know how much I liked being touched by a strange man. He slipped a single finger into me easily, and then added another. He plundered my pussy like this, bringing me close to orgasm, and then began touching my clitoris. That was too much and sent me over the edge. Everyone could hear me, and knew I had just climaxed. 

He finished that round of inspection. I have always cum easily; men love that about me. But I was the only one who got so carried away as to cum on a stranger's fingers. None of the other girls had had an orgasm. I felt a mixture of pride and shame. Overarching everything, though, was out and out ravenous excitement. There were dozens of people in the live audience, and that was actually more exciting than the thought of being on television. These were real people, right there, nothing between them and me but a stage. 

I was curious to know what was coming next. What happened was this: we had to bend over and stick our asses through another screen. We were given a table to lean our arms on, so as not to get too tired while holding the position for so long. Numbers one and two were pretty vocal, and they went on for a while. When number two finally quieted down, I knew I was next. It was thrilling that I had no idea what he might do to me. 

Even though I knew I was next, his touch startled me. He gently rubbed my ass cheeks, as if sampling the softness of my skin. He gave me a couple of light slaps, and then squeezed my flesh, evidently enjoying the firmness. He pushed my legs further apart. Being compelled to do what he demanded was exciting. A strange man I couldn't even see was shoving my legs apart so the whole audience could see my exposed pussy. 

He collected more of my juices from my thigh, perhaps to show the audience how depraved I was. Part of me cringed, knowing my whorish nature was being exposed. The rest of me waited with bated breath to find out what new sexual acts I would be subjected to. He used all of his fingers to investigate my vulva, allowing them to trail across my entire sex. I realized the hoarse panting I heard was my own.

Then he put two fingers inside me again, slipping them in and out with an occasional dexterous twist that stimulated new parts of my pussy. When he withdrew his fingers, I implored him not to stop, forgetting that the microphone communicated everything. Everyone heard me begging like the slut I was. I quickly became oblivious, though, when I felt him rub his cock up and down my inner lips. He teased me a bit, and then pushed in. I came hard and suddenly as he fucked me. I leaned all my weight on the table, thrusting my ass out. Ecstasy washed over me, and I blacked out for a few seconds. 

Abruptly, he pulled out. I actually sobbed, feeling empty so suddenly. I was left to listen to four and five enjoy themselves. They were pros, though, and I thought they might not be getting any pleasure out of it. To them, it was just work. I might be the only one who actually enjoyed this lewd display. 

Finally, we were allowed to move freely. My body was stiff from staying in that bent over position, and had trouble straightening up. Luckily, we were given a short break backstage. One and two were friends, apparently, and shared a cigarette, while four and five were aloof. The lone amateur, I was apart from them, and did some yoga exercises to loosen up. 

After our break, we were given short, silky robes, and led out onto the stage. The male contestant was asked to identify his chosen woman. The audience was abuzz in anticipation, and I wondered if they could guess who he would pick. The man walked up and down the line several times. Then I saw him look down at my leg. Streaks of pussy juice remained on my thighs, glistening. He chose me. The audience erupted; he had chosen correctly. 

We were led to an open area, with a raised, padded floor and cameras. The audience would see us on the stage, but the cameras would provide them with close-ups and views not visible from the audience. Our robes were removed, and I was laid out on the platform like an offering, legs spread, and arms at my sides. Everyone could see my wide open, wet pussy, my hardened nipples, and my flushed skin. The contestant and the cameramen must have been able to smell my musk. 

The contestant was a young man, and seemed a bit hesitant. I knew he was a professional porn actor, so this was all artificial. But it still felt incredible when his faltering hand contacted my pussy. It was a teasing, light touch but became firmer as he appeared to gain confidence. Soon he was sliding his fingers vigorously in and out of my hot pussy. When he put a thumb on my clit, I came intensely. That did not satisfy me however; it left me hungry for all this man could do to me, with everyone hearing my cries, seeing my face contort and my body jerk. 

It seemed he wasn't just following a script, but trying to please me. He teased and satisfied me alternately, never giving me the release I longed for. I was begging, showing the whole world what a tramp I was, how I wanted to be rammed by a stranger in front of a camera, and in front of a live audience. 

Some part of me cringed at my behavior, but my feelings were overtaken by lust. I couldn't control myself, even if I wanted to. 

Eventually he gave me the release I craved. I distantly heard a cameraman saying "Perfect, beautiful, keep going." He thought I was faking it, and wanted me to continue. But it was real; I couldn't help myself. Finally, I was spent. I noticed people were around me -- it was a break in the action. If I had been a disinterested pro, I would have gotten up easily and nonchalantly, and put on the robe offered to me. Instead, I sat up, still trembling, and had to be helped up.

I vaguely heard a ripple of conversation going through the cameramen and other stage staff. They knew I wasn't faking it. They knew what a little whore I was. One man tried to touch me, but the game show hostess slapped his hand away. The contestant helped me into my robe. 

"My name is Joe. What's yours?" I pulled myself together to answer him. He seemed genuinely interested in me. 

"Marissa." I stopped being 'Number Three.' He stopped being 'The Contestant.' 

"You really like this?" I hung my head in embarrassment. "No, that's cool. I've never done this with someone real. It's good." 

It was his turn to look uncomfortable. "I'll try to make you enjoy it." 

Our break was over. The hostess put her arm around me as she led me back. 

"Whatever you're doing, Marissa, keep it up. We're getting great video from this."

I was led back to the cushioned platform, robe removed, and again laid out, this time spread-eagled. I allowed them to position me, bending my legs into place, spreading me wider. Then the cameras were rolling again. Joe approached me on his knees. I waited to see what was scripted next: cunnilingus. His initial licks were tentative, lightly brushing my outer lips. His tongue then lightly touched my clit, so softly that I barely felt it, but so arousing, it brought a cry from me. 

From then on, I was immersed in sensation, with no consciousness of the lights and cameras. Joe used his tongue devilishly well, teasing and satisfying me in turn so that I came, again and again. After uncounted times, Joe left his place between my legs. As I was helped up, I shuddered, and my knees wouldn't support me. Joe and the hostess steered me to a chair. Then the hostess was consulting with Joe and the head camera man. Apparently, the cunnilingus scene had run too long, and other scenes were being rearranged and cut. 

I had just collected myself, and remembered where I was, when abruptly the break was over. Next, it was to be doggy-style fucking. The thought of this position renewed my awareness of the audience. I was positioned on my hands and knees, legs spread so everyone could see my pussy. I arched my back, wanting everyone to see as much of me as possible. I had abandoned myself to my desires. Everyone knew what a dirty girl I was, what a slut. I was determined to satisfy myself and enjoy it without shame. 

As he had done during the contest, he teased me by rubbing his cock up and down my cunt lips, without entering. I had a feeling he would have done this far longer if we had been alone -- he was a master of suspense. Finally, he plunged into me smoothly, despite his girth. I was so excited that I accepted him easily, reveling in the tight fit. 

I revealed more of my lewdness, and debased myself further, by showing how desperate I was for sexual pleasure. I snaked a finger back to play with my clit. The tight fit, Joe's masterful stroking, and the stimulation on my clit, all fused into one huge sensation. I clamped down on his cock as I came again. 

No break this time; we switched quickly to another position, lying on our sides, he behind me and holding up my leg, so that he could enter me from an angle. This excited me further, as it meant I would be entirely on display. Everyone would be able to clearly see everything: my vulva, inner lips, as well as his cock entering me. They would see all of it.

Again, I fingered my clit, reveling in my depravity. I had no shame; I was ravenous, unquenchable. Joe held onto my leg as he fucked me, and my entire body convulsed with orgasm. I was only vaguely aware of the stage crew moving about, and the head cameraman encouraging me again. 

Then Joe roughly pulled out and forcefully pushed me onto my back. I spread my legs for him and he was inside me, pounding me. I lifted my legs, and managed to wrap my ankles around his neck. He was going so deep I could feel him banging against my cervix. Although I sensed it coming, his orgasm took us by storm, and he groaned and dumped his load in me. 

There was a commotion. I lowered my legs, and Joe eased himself down on my chest. He kissed me. Ironically, in this setting, that was a more intimate gesture than all of the flat out crazy sex. The audience clapped and cheered wildly, but nearby, someone was yelling in a fury. It was the game show hostess. 

"You weren't supposed to cum in her! You were supposed to do another position; you weren't supposed to be on top of her. Goddammit, Joe, what the hell were you doing?"

Joe looked at me with a silly smile, looked up, and then said, "Listen to them. They seemed to like it." 

And they did; the audience was on its feet, cheering. 

Joe withdrew, his cum dribbling out of me. He stood up and then helped me to my feet. He clasped my hand and raised it, as one does after a sports or theater performance. I threw my other arm up, and we bowed, left, right, and then left again. It seemed we should have someone presenting us with a bouquet of roses or a medal or something. I was aglow, still aroused from the thrill of exposing myself in front of a cheering crowd. Joe once again collected juice from my thigh, held his finger up to the audience, and then put his finger in my mouth. I licked it clean. We made one final bow, and then retreated backstage. 

The hostess was furious, but Joe didn't seem to care. The cameraman was tugging at her sleeve, trying to get her to look at the footage. Finally, she looked, and seemed impressed, despite her rage. 

Joe said to me, "I'm never going to work again. She's going to blackball me." He seemed quite happy nonetheless. "This wasn't for me anyway. I like being a mechanic more." 

Backstage, the other girls looked daggers at me, and one muttered, "Whore." Luckily there was a shower, and I was able to clean up before putting on my street clothes. Joe gave me a kiss goodbye. I never saw him again. But I like to imagine him as working on cars, grease under his fingernails and coming home to a wife who fucks him like a bunny.



Sex Type Thing



I was with my husband at a friend's wedding. It was held at the same place as our wedding, which brought back bittersweet memories. We'd been separated off and on for 4 years now, and hadn't had sex for two of those. We were best friends, but that was about it. We would like to make it work, especially for the kids. But life gets in the way, and passion fades.

Dinner ended, and I got up to get another drink. As I walked past a table on the far side of the room I saw him: the guy that got away. Granted, that was 15 years ago, but I had had many thoughts about him since then. He was the guy I just never had time to get into bed. We went to high school together and dated for a few months after graduation. We had some heavy-duty make-out sessions, but could never close the deal. They were hot though, something I still thought about a lot. We'd drifted apart once we started college.

His name was Dominic. He was maybe a couple inches taller than me, with black hair and brown eyes. Every bit the Italian that his name suggested. He was sitting with someone I assumed was his wife. She kind of looked like me, with blonde hair and fair skin, but without my curves. He looked up at me and our eyes locked for a moment. An instant knot formed in my stomach. I got my drink and went back to my table. We kept our eyes on each other the rest of the night.

After the wedding reception was over, my husband and I went to the hotel bar to keep the night going with some of my friend's family. I had a slight buzz on, but nothing too serious. Then I watched Dom walk in with his wife. Again we watched each other while we made conversation with those around us. That's when the STP song "Sex Type Thing" came on, and instantly, our eyes locked onto each other across the room.

That was our song. It was playing during one of the hottest hook-ups we'd had. We were in his white Toyota pickup. I was straddled over him in the front seat, with his hands up my shirt, assaulting my nipples. We were grinding and I could feel his hard-on through his pants. I could have cum right then and there. Then the house lights in my driveway came on, and the party was over.

I'm sure the thought in his head was the same thing. Immediately I stood up, looked at him and walked out of the bar. He must have gotten the message, because he excused himself and followed me out into the lobby. I knew where the Bride's Room was; the little private room for the special girl was right next to the bar. You could still hear the music pulsing through the walls..... 

"I am, I am, I am, I said I wanna get next to you..."

We walked into the dark Bride's Room, closed the door behind us, and immediately started kissing. He put me up against the door. It was like we'd never stopped from that night 15 years ago. His tongue was hot in my mouth, and I was biting at his lips. He hands were on my breasts, kneading them. I was pulling off his blazer. .....

"I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy...ya wanna know about atrocity...."

His hands went up my black lace dress and found my bare ass cheeks in a thong. He pulled my hips closer to him so that I could feel his excitement. I was back in that truck, I was 17 again, and I needed him more now that I did then. He left my mouth and I let out a small moan of need with a heavy breath. He ran his teeth down my neck to my cleavage. My skin-tight dress was wrapped around me and he removed his hands from my ass, and shoved my dress and bra down to my elbows. My large DD breasts were ready for him. 

"...I'll give you something that you won't forget. I said you shouldn't have worn that dress..."

He was rough with me. He bit, pinched, and sucked hard on my nipples until they were red and angry. By now my panties were a wet mess. His hands went to his pants, and he went back to attacking my mouth. I listened to him unbuckle and unzip his pants, then he shoved them down to his ankles. He grabbed my ass, picked me up and carried me the few steps to the couch. He fell on top of me and I could feel his hard cock against my panties. Just one thin piece of black cloth between us. I know he could feel how wet they were from my throbbing pussy.

"....I know you like what's on my mind, I know it eats you up inside..."



He shoved my dress up and ripped my thong to shreds as he tore it off my body. I let a little scream of surprise escape my lips. "...Here I come, I come, I come..." With one quick movement, he found my juicy hole and impaled me on his stiff cock. I moaned and threw my head back, feeling myself stretch around him. I hadn't actually seen his dick yet, but I could feel how big and thick it was in my pussy. I squeezed my muscles around him as I heard him whisper "Oh, God..." into my ear.

He started his long, hard strokes into me. It was fast and furious. It was years of pent up frustration. I wondered if he'd spent nights thinking about me, too. There was that delightful sweet pain as he pounded me deep inside. He grabbed my left breast and fed it to himself. Electrical shocks starting at my pussy and my nipples ran through my body, and I could feel myself tipping over into ecstasy. 

".....Here I come, I come, I come..." 

You're damn right.

My hips started to move with him. I wanted all of him inside me. I grabbed his ass and dug my nails into him as I pulled him deeper into me. I moaned and buried my head against his neck. I could smell him and feel his sweat as he fucked me. I felt his pulse beating fast in the veins of his neck. I could feel the release begin. I looked Dom right in the eye and let go. I fell back on to the couch and arched my back. He started to slam into me harder, the sound of him slapping into me timed to the beat of the music. I knew he was feeling me cum around him. My hard nipples were rubbing against him and I grabbed a fistful of his shirt as my pussy spasmed. I know I was screaming and hoped the music was loud enough so no one could hear us and know what we were doing. Our spouses were just on the other side of the wall! 

"...Here I come, I come, I come..."

As I was coming down from my peak, his was beginning. His throbbing shaft kept disappearing into me, as he switched to quick, short, hard thrusts. I could hear him start to grunt. His hands held my hips steady as he continued to pound into me. "Oh, fuck!", he moaned and started to fill me full of his hot cum. As he pushed in and out I could feel our juices drip down from me. He leaned up and I could see the dim light on his face as he came into me. 

"....Here I come, I come, I come...."

He collapsed on top of me and I could feel the small twitches from his dick inside of me. He kissed me as he withdrew and I felt the rest of our juices puddle on the couch beneath us. I didn't know how I would begin to clean myself up to return to the bar. I know I definitely looked like I just had the shit fucked out of me, because I did. Then I realized I still hadn't spoken to Dom in 15 yrs. As he caught his breath on top of me I said, "Hey, Dom. How ya doin? Long time, no see."