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Denise

By: MissClearmont



Featuring a great deal of BDSM. Mostly F/f FF/f. Body modification. Pretty serious 'Ds' situations and plenty of sex. Has a plot, some character development and a nasty twist at the end.

This is a first person novel length story that I wrote for my own amusement a few years back. Some of the characters and situations were then changed as a third person variation in my published novel "Black Widow" on Lulu. Looking back and re-reading, I realise that there is too much blah blah in the first part of the story but it certainly hots up later. I hope that you all enjoy this attempt and forgive my rather lumpy prose...

Love 

Irene.

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The Puppet Mistress

I was Denise Arden Lamont, but this is not only her story. It is the tale of a fool slut and her entrapment. By allowing myself to slip into a world of sexual slavery I was changed from a woman in command of herself, into a chattel sex plaything under the control of ruthless Mistress's. Their goal is simply to demand, and get sexual gratification from their ascendancy over me. How I was brought low is told here.

One 1989 Mid Year Harvard

I have, I suppose always lived a life of ease. This comes of being born into a wealthy "Old Money" family that has always married into other wealthy families. The real problem of being rich is not how to live a full life, but rather how to do enough to make life interesting. I chose to work even though my trust fund would allow me live an easy life. My work absorbed me like my meagre family life never had. On my thirtieth birthday I would find myself very rich but until then I had to live on the returns and interest, actually not a small income. In my circle of friends there were a few women who spent all their time fucking the gardener and handyman and their money on designer clothes. My closest friends however, were made of rather stronger stuff.

In the late 80's it was vogue to go and get educated in university, and of course rebel against the system. I myself studied law. This was not rebellion but status. Getting into Harvard was not a problem, money talks. It turned out that I had proficiency for legalities and the course became on obsession. I enjoyed the power of holding a client or adversary in the palm of my hand. 

It was there that I first met Katherine De Burg. She was certainly not a striking girl. Even at the age of twenty she was rather on the plump side with large breasts and short legs. Not that she wasn't attractive, it was as if she didn't care. She was studying law as well, but was also taking a complimentary psychology course. As the courses continued she shied away from law and took a doctorate in psychology. The funny thing was that I really felt attracted to her, and even though her circle of friends was quite different to mine we often did things together, especially as we both came from Jersey. I remember that she seemingly had no boyfriends. Since it was trendy to be homosexual. I wrongly assumed that she got her kicks elsewhere. How wrong I was. 

The story starts on the day that I paid her a visit at her apartment. I didn't go there often but it was not the first time. She was one of the few students whose parents were rich enough to make sure that their little girl lived comfortably. We had agreed to do an essay assignment on Tort Law together, as it was an area that I particularly had an interest in, but in which Kathy struggled. I knocked on her door without answer and tried the handle.

The large well-furnished apartment had three rooms. From her bedroom I could hear conversation. Rather naïvely I went in. To my amazement I saw a rather muscular guy naked on her bed. Kathy was standing by him with a bamboo cane in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The man was firmly tied to the bed with arms and legs outstretched, and had the most enormous erection. Tied round the base of his cock was a rough piece of rope. When I entered the room Kathy turned to see and gasped with surprise. I could do nothing but stand amazed. It was of course Kathy who recovered first.

"Sorry. I forgot the assignment." She said.

Everyone has dabbled in bondage at one time or another. But to see it live as a spectator is bound to be a shock. The man on the bed looked at me with a neutral expression, his prick standing proudly its purple tip shiny and exposed. Even so I could not help to be curiously interested in the sight of the plump Kathy with a crop threatening the hunk on the bed.

"I'll come back later." I replied.

"No. Let me show you what I've achieved." Said Kathy as though her sexual achievements were of interest to me.

Without waiting for an answer she turned to the man and said, "Whom do you serve?"

"You mistress." Came the reply.

"This is Gerald. He loves and serves me. In fact he just can't wait to serve me. Tell Denise what you can do." Whist she spoke she moved the tip of the cane up and down his now straining cock. When it reached the top she flicked it a little to catch the purple top a smack.

"I can do anything for you mistress." Came the reply.

A superior look came across Kathy's face. Taking a drag from her cigarette she bent over him and blew the smoke into his face. Gerald did not seem to notice the smoke but looked at Kathy with a gaze of pure devotion. I felt a small flutter in my chest, I had never managed to get a man tied up like this, and I was beginning to become interested in finding out more. Not that I would have admitted it to anyone, even myself.

"Today is Gerald's atonement day. Yesterday he promised me the earth but failed to deliver. I offered him a chance to get back into my good books. Denise, sit down and I'll tell you a story."

Kathy patted the bed and I sat down with my back to Gerald. I could feel his hard naked muscular body behind me. Kathy did not sit down, but stood by the bed and talked as she ran the tip of the cane all over Gerald. Every now and then she whacked him with it lightly and I could feel a suppressed shiver as he moved.

"I have decided to train a man. I got the idea about six months ago. Basically I read a book about conditioning animals on my course, and what is a man if he is not an animal? Best of all I've decided to do it while telling the man what it is that I'm doing. That's the challenge and the pleasure. Gerald is the second, and I'm getting better. The trouble was that I went too quickly. Even with Gerald. It's not enough that he does as I tell him. I want him to want with heart and soul to do what ever I want."

As she was talking I could see that her nipples were hardening through the dress that she had on. Her breathing was faster and the hand with the cigarette was shaking.

"Do you mind me showing you?" she asked.

Kathy's excitement was infectious. I was dubious though and wondered whether the two of them were indulging in some sort of game to get three in a bed. I decided that I was not going to get involved in any threesomes but still my curiosity was piqued.

"Show me." I replied.

Stubbing out the cigarette, she waved me from the bed. Then she took a cloth and blindfolded Gerald. After the blindfold was on she kicked off a shoe. Her chubby toes were placed over Gerald's mouth.

"Lick me slave."

Gerald's tongue licked her foot as she played the cane over his cock. After a few licks she worked her toes into his mouth. She stopped hitting his hard-on but just played the end of the bamboo over to tip of his erection making his cock throb and jerk. When she had had enough she signalled me to watch closely.

"Gerald." She said, "I'm going to touch your cock with my foot. I know that you love my feet and always come for them. If you come this time though, I shall use the glove. I wish to show Denise how much you love me."

With that she turned on one foot and ran her foot, still wet from his mouth, down his body. Then her toes touched his straining cock. As soon as she did so his prick leaped and his come shot over Kathy's toes. Still dripping with come she put her toes back into his mouth as he tried to beg forgiveness for coming. She fastidiously made sure her foot was licked clean before she continued.

"No excuses. Now I'm going to use the punishment glove. If you come again you will regret it." She said in a quiet voice.

Reaching under the bed she pulled out a slim black leather glove. As she pulled it on I saw that sandpaper had been attached to the insides of the fingers.

"Ten strokes, count them..."

Grasping his prick in the glove she pulled. Every time she finished a stroke he counted. With the other hand she ran the cane over his body and whacked him at every count. By the time the ten strokes were finished his prick was red raw, but he still had a massive erection. She struck every part of his bound body. One blow caught the side of his face and left a welt.

"I have now worked out a conditioning that will make him mine. You see, every time that I allow him to come it is always with my feet. He can reach orgasm no other way. Two days ago I fucked him for two hours without him coming until I touched his cock with my toes." She said. "Of course there are refinements that I wished that I'd brought in sooner, but my dear Gerald is now the slave to my feet."

Slowly she untied him and removed the blindfold. He lay passively until she told him to kneel on the floor. 

"As a reward for showing how much power I have over you I shall let you come again now." Said Kathy.

Then she slid her foot back into her high-heeled shoe and slid it between his legs. His cock jumped and jerked and strained at the contact and then he came again. He then proceeded licked her pumps clean.

"You are dismissed foot slave, I may need you tomorrow for the night." She said and watched passively as he pulled on his clothes and left.

What had amazed me was the fact that Kathy was fully dressed and so casual about the whole affair. "It's just a practical experiment to prove my thesis that a man can be sexually trained by stimulus and punishment."

We did not discuss the matter further. But I later found out that Gerald was the son of Gerald Parvenu The Second, one of the richest supermarket chain store owners on the West coast.

I was fascinated by the whole business. Kathy finished a year earlier than me and I did not see her for a while. On impulse though I went out with Gerald. I don't think that he recognised me as Kathy's friend. I found out that even a year later he could only come if I touched his straining cock with my feet. Altogether a strange way to have sex, but most enjoyable considering that he could fuck for hours and used to literally beg for me to use my feet. The sense of power when I finally touched his throbbing cock with my high-heeled foot and then licked the come from the patent leather was thrilling. What his future wife would make of this was anybody's guess!

Two January 1998 New York

I am not going to write about the things that I did after Harvard except to say that I remained in contact with Kathy on and off for the next few years. The contact was sporadic and by letter. In fact by January 1998 when I met her again it was a Christmas and Birthday Card friendship. I had married but like many of these things it didn't last and we separated childless. I suppose I gave too much attention to my legal career and too little to my marriage. I always had the feeling that he was simply waiting until I was thirty and then he could divorce me for much more serious money. He never fucked anyone behind my back; we were simply a couple who drifted apart. He went to Palm Springs to where his business interests lay, and in the end never wanted a dime of my money. In fact I let most of my earlier university friendships die and really lived through my work. My University friends drifted to other cities in the USA and Canada and I never put in the effort of maintaining them. Even my family life suffered especially when my mother died. A junior partnership in the firm was not enough for me and I worked steadily towards full partnership and a nameplate in brass on the office door. With only a brother in the navy and a father who's interest in life faded when she died I rarely went back to Jersey but spent all my time with colleagues and alone. My father died in "93 soon after my mother. He had already moved his fortune into trust funds for my brother and I.

It was about five years later that I met Kathy again. It seemed to be by accident rather than design. I was sitting in a coffee-house in Brooklyn when who should sit next to me but Kathy. Plumper than ever, wearing expensive clothes, and reeking of designer perfume she was her old self. We gossiped for a while before I admitted that I had screwed Gerald after she had left.

"Control is such fun." Was her comment.

"Listen. I have a much better man to train now. It's taken me a year to find him, but I think that he's just perfect. I'm just in the opening phase of the conditioning. Would you like to see him? Here's my card, come anytime...." She said.

I was interested, especially after my experiences with Gerald. I missed the foot fucking I suppose. It was only a matter of days before I rang Kathy's house to arrange a visit. Her house was on the East Side. A rather fashionable new style bungalow, recently built, with a high fence and complete privacy. A single Jeep was parked on the white gravel path. I had of course telephoned earlier to tell her I was coming round.

I rang the bell and waited. It was Kathy that answered the door. In her hand was a videocassette.

"Come on in Denise. I'm just in the middle of something that will interest you." She said. "I'm starting where I should have started with Gerald. At the beginning. The problem with Gerald was that he was distracted with his study. Pete on the other hand is all mine."

"You mean that you've kidnapped someone? I asked almost ironically as I followed her down the hall.

"No. No. He's willing enough but he's left his wife to be with me, and now he's got no friends or family." She replied. "I've got him now, and the training is going to begin. I lured him on with my money and let him fuck me. Slowly though, I've cut him off from all outside contact. He so liked being the gigolo that now that I'm getting kinky he doesn't mind. About two months ago I started on the bondage. I tied him down and tormented him to come. It wasn't difficult to get the cock restrainer on soon after."

"You are the same patient Kathy. "I said. "You certainly take your time."

"Oh, I reckon that I could work much faster but I enjoy the slow gradual assumption of control rather than the rather flawed methods of some others that I know." 

Kathy showed me to a door that led to the cellar. It was well lit and carpeted. Through another door we entered a small room with just an armchair and a video and computer set up.

"Sit here and enjoy the show." She said as she switched on the screen.

The screen showed what appeared to be a normal bedroom but for the lack of windows. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a naked man, well-muscled and about twenty-five years old. Kathy winked at me and left the room. A few moments later I watched Kathy enter the room with the video in her hand. She sat next to the young man and slipped her hand into his crotch. I could see her plump fingers massaging his cock as she spoke.

"Do you really love me more than any other woman."

"Yes" he moaned. "Haven't I proved it already?"

"Can I test you then?" said Kathy as she grasped his cock firmly. "Am I the only fuck for you?"

"Yes." He replied.

Kathy let go of his cock and got up. Then I saw her place the video in the machine by the bed and switch it on. She seemed an age messing around with the machine while the man watched her with curiosity. Going back to him she switched on the video with the remote.

"It's a porno flick." She said. "If you really only love me then it won't get you excited."

His erection had gone down while Kathy fussed over the video. Then the film started. It was a standard film. Boy meets girl. Girl gets screwed. Boy fucks her every which way. It didn't take more than a few seconds before he got an erection that would have lifted a car. Kathy stared at it in mock surprise.

"You only love me, but the whore in the film excites you." She said accusingly.

"I can't help it my love." He replied.

"But you said that you loved me. How can I live with a man who tells me that I'm the only one but gets a hard on every time he sees a bit of cunt?"

"I love you." He said beseechingly.

"If you did, this wouldn't happen would it?" she said and smacked his erection. "I'm not sure that I trust you."

"You know that I would do anything for you my love." He begged.

"Then fuck me." Came the reply and she switched off the video.

Without undressing she slipped onto his lap and helped his cock into her cunt. After just a few moments he came and she withdrew. What astounded me was the look of pure rapture on his face. The whole fuck had lasted just a few seconds. Kathy had not even stirred. Placing her hand on his limp cock she held it gently.

"If you really love me then you can have a present that will help me to trust you." She said.

With that she slipped some thing out of her cleavage and held it in front of his face. It appeared to be a flexible tube with a ring attached. He nodded dumbly as Kathy slipped it over his flaccid prick and clipped the ring around his balls.

"This will remind me of your promise." She said. "Anyway it won't let you break it."

Then she got up and went to the chest of drawers at the end of the bed. From a drawer she pulled a couple of lengths of rope.

"Prove that you love me darling." She said as she tied him. He was tied sitting to the corner of the four poster bed. When she was satisfied with the knots Kathy switched on the video again. Then she sat next to him to watch. The girl on the TV was using a dildo in her blonde pussy. The scene lasted for moments. All of a sudden Kathy's victim began to twist in the ropes.

"The studs in the restraint will help get rid of your lust for my competition." She said. "I love you, but you betray me. You will learn to control your cock and let me be the only one to excite you."

With this she got up and left the room. Moments later she was standing in front of me. Kathy's sex slave could not take his eyes off the TV that showed the dildo going in and out of both pussy and asshole. But his body pulled at the ropes as he struggled to ease the pressure of the studs in the sleeve over his throbbing cock.

"I can't leave him too long like this." She said. "But you've arrived at exactly the right time to see the next phase begin. His name is Pete and he worked as a gardener for me. It took months to get him to have an affair. In the end it was the silk sheets and thought of fucking a rich bitch that got him. I had to isolate him from his friends and family. I thought that this would be the most difficult part. It wasn't. One night about a month ago I scratched the fuck out of his back and cock as he came, his wife did the rest. The next day he moved in. I gave him more money than he'd ever seen before and he gave up his job. Since then I've been fucking him all the time. I became difficult. I doubted him and then believed him on alternate days. We played bondage games. All in all I've softened him now to the point that today I introduced the first sexual conditioning."

"You mean the tube." I said.

"Yes. I'll take it off later but gradually I'll keep "testing" him with porno films until I am the only way he can get an erection. That's only the start. Soon I'm going to get a tattoo!"

"Where?" I asked.

"On my feet. He is going to be trained to respond only to my feet and the tattoo. That's the next stage. Once I've got him that far he's trapped. Until then he may still escape the trap by leaving. But he won't, he's too weak. Already he comes in seconds. When only my feet can make him come I'm going to get him to commit."


Denise



Fear is such a strange thing. 

This story only happened because of fear, the fear that I'm sure everyone has experienced at one time or another. The Fear I speak of is the fear of rejection.

When this story happened I was 19, I was in the Army and I had become a very self-assured young man. Kind of strange for me because of the fact that I had been a fat child. I mean a 12-year-old-fat-kid-being-told-he-may-not-see-13-unless-he-lost-some-weight fat. Ah, but the Army had changed that hadn't it? I had gone from 5'6" and 220 pounds to somehow 5'8" and 178 pounds. I had to look good in that uniform, didn't I? 

So, on to the story. I'm 19, looking pretty decent, dressed well, nice car, everything you would not expect from someone so young. My friends and I had gone to a party and we were having a really good time. Not being a drinker I was having a great time watching my friends get pretty stupidly drunk. They were hitting on girls at the party, some were being turned down, some were actually finding dancing partners and I was pretty much just chatting up this one girl, nothing serious, but if nothing else worked out, she might get lucky.

It was a house party so there was only so far you could go, didn't want to be invading anyone's Moms room. So my friends and had pretty much become stationary at the entrance to the kitchen where the front door was still in view and ditto the back door. 

At around 11:00, it happened. Denise walked through the door. She walked in with a couple of friends, but I noticed no one but her. My conversation with the girl I had been talking to trailed off to nothing, the guys facing the door were standing aghast, the guys not facing the door, finally turned to see what we were so in awe of. They too seemed to lose the ability to speak. 

Now I say I had become a much stronger man than I had been, but I won't try to fool you into thinking she saw me and just fell into my arms. God I could only wish. No the truth of the matter was, I had fear, that selfsame fear of rejection that I mentioned at the onset of this story. 

Denise walked in and stood around with her friends, getting a drink, laughing, she actually looked like she was having a pretty good time. After a while the oddest thing happened, guys started walking up to her and her friends, but instead of asking her to dance, they asked her friends, staring at Denise all the while. 

Denise, man her name still conjures images of that dress. She was wearing one of those great 80's dresses where the sides have holes that show the skin and you could see she was wearing no underwear. She stood about 5'6", she looked like she weighed about 125-130, I would have guessed her measurements at about 36-22-36, maybe bustier, maybe a bit more in the hip area, but she looked so good. Her hair was very light brown, not quite blonde, but a shade short of it, her eyes looked to be a hazel or hazel-green and her skin was white like milk. God I loved the way she looked. Hell I think everyone at the party loved the way she looked. 

I got up the nerve to approach, but only because she looked so lonely standing there by herself. Everyone was staring at her, but not one swinging dick came towards her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I decided at that moment to approach her, damn the consequences and the damned fear I felt.

I asked her if she would like to dance, she said yes. We danced and we talked. She wondered why no one had approached her. I offered my answer, fear. She asked if I thought she scared people. I had to explain, they would all have loved to ask her to dance, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask because had she turned them down, they would have been crushed. Any other rejection was easy to deal with because the other girls, though attractive weren't women. She appeared to be just that, a woman among girls. She said she wouldn't have rejected them, I leaned close and whispered into her ear that I was glad that they didn't know that because I might not be where I was right then.

A few minutes more and a slow song came on. She said she'd rather not dance to anything slow, she felt she didn't know me well enough yet. I asked if she would like to go outside and walk. She agreed to that and we were away.

Outside was rather exciting, I stopped a fight from smashing into my car, I told the Police I would get the guys to lower the music to appease the rather angry neighbors and actually got Denise to let me get with her into her car.

We talked for a few minutes and she was pretty much just milking me for more compliments. I had no problem with that. I called her beautiful, again explained how she was just more than most guys could hope to get, and after a few minutes, I got a kiss.

Her lips were like rose petals, soft and moist and sweet. She opened her mouth and I swear I tasted candy, her tongue was like a piece of fine silk and I was lost in her kiss. I licked her lips with my tongue and gently bit her lips and nibbled on her tongue. She seemed to like that because she suddenly just about crawled right on top of me. I kissed her chin, then her neck and the space just above her cleavage. She pulled my head back up and looked into my eyes with passion a raging blaze in her eyes. The windows were totally steamed and I thought we were headed to that place where we both walk away a bit more sore than we were in the moments before.

She stopped me and got herself together, saying she couldn't do this. I was a little bit hurt, a little bit pissed off, but hey, she said no. Even then I knew No means No. She got out of the car, I followed. She took my hand and we walked into the party together. Now I was the center of attention. Every one was totally amazed. How had I done it, they could see she looked a little bit like she was being accosted, but she was holding me close and making sure there was no chance of separation. She walked over to her friends who were now, ironically enough, standing with my friends. She gave one of her friends the keys and said she has a ride and would need one of the girls to take her car home and stop by to drop it off the next day.

Everyone stood there in a silent stupor that made me the proudest man there. I then heard one of her friends say simply "Damn!" Another, as we are walking out says "No way!" Then I hear one of my friends, "Fucking Romeo!"

We stop to pick up something to drink, turns out the reason she looks like a woman is because she pretty much is. She's 24. We go to her place and I find out she's a housemaid for some rich guy in the hills of one of the little towns around mine. This fucking guy has a miniature castle on his damn property. No shit, moat and all. We walked into it and she showed me around. We kissed a bit inside but she didn't want to do anything out there, she suggested that we go to her room. Her room was a weird little room, it was along a hall that ran the length of the house on one side. It had glass-sliding doors on the outside and a door that lead to the hall that led to the house. These were the servants quarters. We listened to some music for a bit then she got a call. All I heard was her side of the conversation but it sounded so cryptic. Hello. Yes. No, he doesn't. I will. Okay. Bye.

I'm trying not to pay attention, but I am starting to wonder. I head to the stereo to see what other music she has laying around. She heads to the bathroom and I don't hear the door close. I look around and I can see her in the bathroom, undressing. She gets totally naked without looking at me once and I am not hiding the fact that I'm staring. She throws on a tiny teddy and comes out of the bathroom looking sexier than I know how to describe. She lays down on the bed on her stomach and starts talking to me. I am not listening to a word she's saying, all I can do is stare.

Then I hear it. A sound at the hall door. I ask her what the hell that was. She says "Do you like me?" Now I'm really starting to wonder what the hell is going on here. I answer that although I don't really know her, yeah, I think she's cool. She asks, "Do you think I'm sexy?" 

"Hell yes, I mean look at you, you define sexy!" 

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"More than my next breath."

She says there is something I have to know first. The sound at the door is her Boss, he's standing outside, watching. I ask how that's possible, then I notice the peephole is in the door the wrong way. It doesn't look out at who's there, it's for someone outside to look in. I'm young and for the first time tonight, I have a real fear. This time it isn't about rejection though, this time it's for my life. 

I ask her what the hell she expects. She explains that he doesn't want to participate, he just wants to watch, if it's okay with me, if not, I have to leave. Those are the rules and now, knowing them, it's also my decision to make about whether or not I want to stay.

She gets on her knees on the bed and rubs her hands over those beautiful tits and asks if I'm staying.

I look at the door and I smile. I walk over to her on the bed and I get onto it on my knees. I pull her to me and I kiss her deep. I drop the romantic façade and I become that guy. You know the one, he lives inside each of us and is the bastard that can and will fuck the hell out of someone just for the sake of doing it. He's the guy that knows no indecision in bed, that seems to do just the right thing at the right time to make a woman cum buckets and buckets. He gets out rarely because we are afraid of the things he might ask for, but tonight, I had no fear anymore, tonight that guy was in business.

I love the way he talks, that guy. 

"Denise, tonight, you are mine. The shit he is going to see is going to be the shit that he jacks off to for the next coming year. The show we are going to put on here will drive him crazy and will do the same to you, but now I have to ask, are you up to it?"

I saw worry run across her face, but she said yes.

I stand her up and I take her teddy off over her head. When it is almost off, but still covering her eyes I pull her close and I kiss her. I tell her to leave it on like that, I want her blindfolded to start. She agrees and I tie it up around her head. I lay her down on the bed and I tease the hell out of her. I stand and just look at her for a minute, studying, wondering where I should begin. I take off my clothes and I lay down beside her on the bed. I nibble on her nipple, then I bite it ever so gently, but I then begin to build the pressure on her nipples and tits with my teeth until she's squealing. She starts to push me away and I whisper to her that she should just allow what is going to happen to do just that, happen.

I move over her and I hold her hands above her head and I kiss her lips and her cheeks and her neck. I lick her all over her face and her tits. I run my tongue along her jugular then I bite her there. She is loving it. Her chest is turning red with the heat of the passion and I can see her starting to breathe hard, I can feel it, I am the cause and I love it.

Denise is amazing, she is such the showperson, and I have to keep reminding myself that there is someone, just out of view, but there. I have to remind myself that this show is for him, not me. I am just the lucky bastard that gets to enjoy this pretty piece of flesh before me.

I bite my way down her body to her beautiful little pussy. I bite the inside of her thighs. I nibble first one lip then the other, letting my tongue snake out with every change of position. I ever so gently touch her clit with it and the sweet, sweet juice flows ever so steadily from her as I get more and more into this. 

Odd aside here; I once heard, I think it was a comedian, say that if you don't know what you're doing when eating out a woman, just do the alphabet. You know run your tongue over her clit like ...A...B...C...etc. Now I've done it enough to know which letters they like, but then, well let's just say it sounded like a good idea.

I'm licking her clit and I'm getting completely glazed, I can't seem to get enough of her and I keep trying to get in deeper. I've got my thumb rubbing her clit and my tongue thrusting deep into her and she is raising her hips off the bed to get me in as far as possible. I hear her moan, I hear her screech and I feel the wonderful warmth flow over my tongue and I swallow, deep.

She allows her body to fall back onto the bed, and her legs are shaking. I notice also that her breathing is erratic and she hasn't really stopped the little moaning noise she was making as she came. I feel a little tired from what has just happened, but I have more to do to her, so much more.

I crawl back up over her body rubbing first my tongue over it, then my dick. It rubs first between her legs, then between her cunt lips. I can feel her breathe deep as it hits her clit, and I know she expects to be penetrated any moment, but not yet, not just yet. I keep moving until I am sitting on her chest and my dick is hovering over her lips. Her lips look so pretty with my dick inches away from them. I move in closer and she darts her tongue out and tries to taste me. I pull back and tell her to just leave her tongue out. She does and I rub that thick vein underneath my dick all along it. I pop the head into her mouth with one swift move and she starts to suck it for all she's worth.

Then a surprise, she's really into it, she pulls it out and sort of wrestles me off of her. I scoot, tripping because this whole thing has been a little strange and I don't know what to expect. She yanks the teddy from her eyes and throws it to the floor. She has what looks to be anger in her eyes, then I realize it isn't anger, it's lust. She crawls over to me and grabs me by the base of my cock and swallows me whole. She starts to piston her head up and down, up and down with increasing speed and force and I don't know if I can hold back much longer. She stops and she is breathing like she just ran the Boston fucking Marathon. She looks at me with that same wicked look and she say's, in a voice deep enough to make me feel it, "Fuck Me!"

I pull her to me and start to kiss and I'm really starting to react to this because she has become the aggressor. I can't remember ever feeling like this and I like it. I lay her down on the bed and I put that hard cock at the entrance to that oh so sweet pussy and she gives me no chance to play, she grabs my ass and just pulls me in. As I sink into her body, I am amazed at the heat of the juice that has already flowed from her, and more amazed that it seems to get hotter as I pump. We're sweating and I'm dripping, it flows from me like water from a faucet and our sweat is mingling and flowing off of her pretty much uninterrupted, soaking the bed beneath the two of us. I'm kissing her neck and sucking her tits and biting her nipples and contemplating death so that I don't just start shooting jizz all over the motherfucking place. She's clawing my back and she sounds like she's speaking in tongues and she's cumming.

I roll her over onto her back and I re-insert it into her pussy doggy style, and I start bucking like a dog that has just gotten his doggy cock stuck in some bitch and is being soaked by some crazy old woman that finds it disgusting. She moves like she wants me drill her into the wall, or rather would like to see me drilled into the one behind me. She is trying with all her might to get it into her, balls and all. Then I surprise her.

The Kama Sutra tells of a little trick that is used for pleasuring women by men with an ...inadequacy. It calls for taking your cock by the base and giving it a serious squeeze and holding it that way. Now I know every guy has had his dick in his hand and been pumping it reading some story or looking at some pic and squeezed it and tripped on how it seemed to grow. Imagine that happening in the throes of passion. You squeeze and it expands and it's already inserted so the affect is mesmerizing. She starts to cum and scream and scream and cum and I swear she's telling me to please stop but I feel her working that body against me and I don't want to stop any more than she wants me to. She finally collapses beneath me and I figure she must really be done.

I pull from her pussy and turning her over, start to jack off in her face. She starts to darting that tongue in and out, teasing my dick just enough to make me start to cum. It shoots out in long streams, landing on her tongue and her tits and her belly. It gets in her hair and on the bed and she is using her fingers to gather it all up and push it into her mouth and she is eating it like it is her life's mission. She takes my dick into her mouth and tongue washes it, leaving me shaking because of the sensitivity at its end. She smiles, eyes half closed and she says "Thank You". 

In the hall, I hear a moan and a thump on the door, then quiet. A few minutes later, footsteps walking away and the soft, but unmistakable sound of...applause.



Denise



She stood at the mirror, and brushed her hair, as I watched her from her bed. The scent of her perfume wafted around me, and I was captivated by the aroma. As she pulled at the brush, her head tilted, revealing the softest neck I'd ever witnessed. Her glance was averted to the reflection of me, and I was drawn toward her, my legs responding to her inaudible command.

I placed my hands at her waist, and I whispered her name, "Denise", at her earlobe, as her eyes gently closed to my breath. My breathing warmed the canal of her ear, and I kissed the spot where her chin met her neckline. My hands caressed forward, with my left hand brushing the underside of her breasts, as the right came across the flat of her stomach, and I could feel her relax against me.

My left hand committed to the erection at her right breast, as my right committed to the moistness of her arousal, beneath her jeans, and the lace of her undergarment. As my right found its mark, she inhaled deeply, and her jaw dropped to the "ohh" of her exhalation. 

I felt my own arousal pulse and expand against her, as I feared my trembling might betray my confidence, but did not. Instead it only added to the pleasure of the moment, my fingers vibrations carrying her to a point of euphoria. "Denise" I breathed again, and linked kisses down the nape of her neck and onto her shoulder.

Her head tilted back upon my shoulder, as my fingers worked their chosen intentions. Her hands reached around me and pulled at my thighs, as my arms constricted toward our pressing union. We continued these motions for several moments. Not because we were afraid of our combination, but because this was already better than either of us had felt, for a very long time.

Our heads began to sway to the rhythm of the song we were creating. A song only the two of us could hear. The cadence pulls more of our body's into the motion, and our breathing becomes synchronized. Our hearts pound a back beat as we attempt to get as much of our bodies in contact as possible.

I tilted my head into the perfume of her neck, and my exhale aroused this spot with humor. The reflex of the tickle brought her face to mine, and our lips became one with the symphony. Without breaking the kiss, her body rotated to mine. Our lips parted, and our tongues danced in the vacuum of our passion.

Our right hands ascended the other's back, and once above the neck, began pressing us further toward the union. Our left arms prayed for extension, to encircle the other more, as our mind's swirled among the notes of our melody.

We found ourselves at the foot of the bed, without knowledge of the travel. I relented to her press in that direction, and gravity seated me, on the bed before her. Though our lips had distanced, our eyes had locked, with a magnetism that could have turned the other, inside out.

Her gaze was so captivating, I was unable to work the buttons of her blouse, until its spell was broken. I brushed my hands up to her shoulders, and back down slowly across her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back with another exhaled "oh!" 


With her gaze broken, I found myself a little more dextrous, with regard to her buttons. I started at the bottom of the blouse, and as each button was released, I planted a kiss behind its entitlement. I found myself standing again as I released the last button, and my hands caressed her shoulders, while gravity pulled the garment to the floor.

I continued the trail of kisses up the nape of her neck, to the lobe of her left ear, where I spoke her name again. "Denise.". Our bodies spun with enlightenment, a hundred and eighty degrees, so that she was between me and the bed. 

"Oh! Jeff." she responded, as she nuzzled my left ear. She began her own trail of kisses down my neck to the apex of my collar. She continued these kisses behind each of the buttons of my shirt, as she released them on her way down, to a seated position before me. I almost exploded in orgasm, as she pulled the shirt tails out of my pants, and up the length of my excitement. 

She became impatient with desire, and the last three buttons of my shirt shot about the room, as they where ripped from their tethers, at her impulse. The snap and zipper of my trousers gave way easily to the pressure of our mutual passions. I again feared orgasm as her hair raked my erection, when she pressed my pants and briefs to my ankles.

She noticed my reaction to her hair, and began gently kneading my testicles, and brushing her hair across the head on my erection. She pulled her hair back so that she could see the look in my eyes, as her tongue slowly rose the length of my hardened shaft. Her eyes never broke their stare, as she reached the tip, and engulfed it into her mouth.

My head rocked back, and I felt my legs weaken, as her mouth fully accepted my hardened passion. My hands grabbed her hair as she began bobbing me, and it took all of my will not to thrust in her mouth.

She'd stop, momentarily, but jerk me with her hand as her tongue raced in circles all around the head. Then again with the bobbing, and kneading my testicles, then stopping and licking, again and again.

I felt myself breaching, and pulled her head off of me and she looked ever so pleased by the by her skills of fellatio. "You really like that, you like when I suck you. Do you think you can do me quite as good as that?"

At this temptation, I folded my waist, and began kneading and pressing her breasts until she was completely reclined on the bed. I ran my hands, softly up the inside of her thighs, while her legs parted easily, as my hands made their ascent. 

When my thumbs reached her crotch, I began rotating them on either side of my target, and the abrasion of her jeans created vibrations there. Her head tilted back and her back began arching, pressing herself into my thumbs. I pulled my hands back toward me as her legs closed against them, not wanting their pressure relieved, just yet.

When I got to her knees, I moved slightly starboard, and my right hand moved purposely to her stomach and chest. I gazed at her intimately as I kneaded her breasts, and her legs now extended, with her left between mine. My left hand released the snap of her blue jeans, and the zipper released itself, because the jeans fit so well. 

I pulled her jeans down from my grip at the waistband, and they turned inside out as they revealed so much more. The white of her thighs began quivering intently, and when the jeans completed their reversal I threw them aside. The lace of her undies revealed just enough to entice my passion to yearn even more.

I found myself kneeling at the foot of the bed, with her knees on either side of me, and her feet on the floor. I planted a kiss to the inside of her left knee, and chased them repeatedly up the inside of her thigh. As my face became closer to the spot of her arousal, the scent of her passion drew me in even more.

As I reached the apex of her thigh, I felt the silk of her solitary attire bush against my cheek. Her hands then gripped at the back of my head, and she rotated it willingly, into her undergarment. Her pressure was such, that I could feel the silk mesh, give way to the hairs, that were hidden underneath.

I began kissing upward, toward her navel, but her hands began pushing my head in and back down. The elastic band, of her silk underwear, caught on my chin as she pressed my head home. I was throbbing intensely, and my pulse was racing, and my tongue started working, with a mind of its own.

My hands became controlled by the passion of the moment, and I ripped her panties, , and I draped them across her left thigh. Her legs spread wider, and she pulled my head closer, as my tongue worked her clitoris, in passionate circles. I squeezed her buttocks, and pressed her harder to my face as she pressed my head harder, and started to moan.

Her whole body quaked, and arched almost completely. She said, "Jeff, oh please take me! I want you inside me!"

At her insistence, I stopped what I was doing, and stood up before her, and drank in her beauty, as she scooched up the bed. My body was trembling, and my erection was throbbing. "I love you, Denise. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before".

Our eyes locked together, as I crawled up the bed. As soon as she could reach, her hand was at the back of my neck, pulling my head to hers. Our gaze was not broken till our lips touched the other's, and our tongues began dancing together in time. Our arms began squeezing the other more closely, and we rolled to and fro on the bed.

She wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel her moistness on the shaft of my penis, with the hairs of her essence exciting the sides. She forced herself up on me, and then began grinding her sexual excitement, up and down mine. Her head was rocked back, and she breathed to the heavens as I started caressing her breasts.

I wanted, so badly, my presence inside her, and she sensed this too, as her thighs squeezed in on me. This raised her up, and her hand guided me into her, as I pulled her back down with my grip on her breasts. Her vagina was taunt, and closed tight around me, as the ribs of my member raked her inside. As her full weight came down on me, I felt everything in her, as if I had actually bottomed her out.

She raised up again, and this pulled at my member, almost to exit, then back down again. I reached round behind her, and pulled her down on me, and thrust myself into her several times. I grabbed hold of her buttocks with both of my hands, as each of my thrusts probed deeper inside.

Our breathing became like synchronized animals, with both of us grunting in similar time. She resisted my thrusting with circular grinding, I felt every sexual muscle she had, with every sexual muscle of mine.

I wrapped both of my arms tight around her, as if I could pull her inside me, like I was in her. With both of us almost to physical exhaustion, we relaxed for a moment, breathing in sighs. I took of this moment, and looked deep in her eyes. "I am so in love with you, Denise." I said, with my sigh.

The words must have excited her even more, because her vagina became tighter than it was before. It squeezed at my erection, with neither of us moving, but I felt her throbbing with passionate pleasure. "I love you, Jeff." , she said back to me.

We then began kissing, our tongues truly dancing, again we were rolling to and fro on the bed. I ended on top this time, just where she wanted me, and seared all my passion into her eyes. I clasped both her hands in mine, then placed them above her, almost outstretched near the headboard of the bed. 

I kissed her some more, but my manhood would not be denied, and I began thrusting as I looked in her eyes. She couldn't hold hers open because the rapture had taken her, but I still watched her face, as I drove me inside.

She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me into her. As my thrusts became harder and deeper each time. Our breathing was once again animal, and the bed was now pounding into the wall. The room began spinning, and she began moaning, she then said, "I'm coming." and I knew soon, so would I.

I pulled myself out of her, and rolled her onto her knees, took purchase behind her, and got back inside. I grabbed both her breasts with my hands, began thrusting into her again and again. I grabbed her hips, and then started pulling her into each thrust that I made. Each time I did, an audible slap was heard, louder and louder and louder each time.

At the point of euphoria, I reached underneath her, and fingered her clitoris, with my thrusts now more purposeful, before releasing my load. She yelled, "Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming again!" 

Her vagina had grown tighter, or my penis much bigger, cause our grip on each other was just shy of painful, with both of us wanting this never to end. Her cries of elation peaked each nerve inside me with her second coming I knew I could not hold mine, as I then rammed it home.

"I'm coming too, my love! I'm coming My Denise! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I cried. I'd released both testicles simultaneously, and the heat of our passions almost cauterizing us at the spot of our union. I collapsed on her back with an exhausted sigh.

We rolled to the right, I was completely depleted of all of my energy, except for the quivering man at her side. She rolled over to me, her gaze was still captivating, and I loved her more and more, as I looked in her eyes.

"I love you, Denise. With all of my heart." I said, "I'm going to love you forever."

"I love you too, Jeff. Forever and ever, Jeff. I love you too." my Denise replied.



Denise



My name is Denise I am an LPN and have been for the last fourteen years. I have been married to my husband Ron for the last twenty years. I have a son Ron Jr. who is in his second year of college. He moved out and will probably never move back in since he is now engaged. I work at the Local Hospital, St Francis.

I am about 5'10", 128 pounds with C cup tits and shoulder length brown hair. Things have been getting stale in my sex life. My husband and I do make love once a week or so but it is always the same thing, missionary sex. We or he cums and then we roll over facing our separate directions and go to sleep. It's ok but lately I've been wanting more out of him for the last six or seven years. I doubted I would ever get it though and continued to live my life in relative happiness. After all, I had a wonderful son, a nice house and life was really pretty good. I work three twelve hour shifts a week and then get four days off. On my off days, I like to swim and tan at the pool, go for bike rides around the lake and spend as much time outside as possible. Because of all this activity I am in pretty fit shape for my age of forty one.

At work we are a pretty close group of people. There are three nurses on a wing with up to ten patents at any given time so we stay real busy. One of the younger nurses, Jennifer has been going to school nonstop while working her full shift and has just graduated and received her LPN certificate. Jennifer and a couple of the younger nurses had been bugging me to go out with them after shift which got off at eight twenty; right as the local bars were just starting to fill up and start hopping. I finally agreed to go out with them to celebrate her graduation and a promotion in the hospital. She would soon be working on a different floor and we would see each other a lot less. Our week schedule ended on Tuesday night, Ladies night at several of the local clubs. I told my husband that I would be going out after work to celebrate and not to wait up. He worked eight to five and was usually in bed right after the ten-o-clock news.

Most of the girls wore scrubs to work but being older I still wore knee length skirts and white tights most days. This Tuesday was no different. Work was busy but not terribly bad. Everyone was in a good mood because we were all going out. We all made arrangements to have Sandy, one of our coworkers, drive because she was pregnant and couldn't drink; makes the best designated driver! After work we piled into her SUV and off we went clubbing.

The first place was a little slow with just a DJ, so we went down the street to another place. I sat down and chatted while some of the other girls danced. It was about eleven when I had to pee so off I went to the ladies room. The club was busy and as I squeezed through the crowd, I passed a table of three large young black men. Their eyes lit up and they smiled big smiles at me. I smiled back and went along my way. On my way back to our table, I walked by one of the big men, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto the dance floor to a fast moving song. I was surprised by his actions but the drink and the dancing was fun so I continued. During our dance, I found out his name was Jerome and he worked at a local insurance company.

One dance led to another and then more drinks. I sat at their table and danced with Jerome and also a couple with his friend Lamont. When we left the dance floor, Jennifer came up and told me that they were ready to head home since it was almost one in the morning.

I told her, "Ok, just one last dance," and headed back onto the dance floor with Jerome.

It had been ages since I had had this much fun and I really did not want it to end. When the song ended, a slow song came on and Jerome just held me tight not letting me leave the floor. I could feel his long firm dick hanging down his right pant leg pressing against my thigh. It made my pussy start to tingle. His hands were cupping my ass and kneading them so gently. The song ended and we exited the dance floor.

Jennifer was right there waiting, "Come on Denise, we have to go!"

Jerome spoke up, "Come on, it's still early! I'll give you a ride home. Let's dance some more and have some fun."

I looked up at him and smiled turned back to Jennifer and told her to go ahead I was off tomorrow and I would catch a ride home. She had a slight shocked look on her face and asked if I was sure.

"You don't even know these guys?" she stated.

I assured her that it would be fine and went back to the table to quench my thirst. We continued to dance; Jerome, Lamont and even his other friend Steve who was a little older even had a dance with me. Soon it was last call; we finished our drinks and headed to the car.

They had all came in one car and Steve was driving; that left me in the back set with Jerome and Lamont was in front. We were barely strapped in to our seatbelts when Jerome began kissing me. His tongue danced in my mouth, his fingers played with my nipples through the material of my uniform. He leaned back and commented on how nice my legs looked in the white tights as his fingers worked their way up my inner thigh. He continued to kiss and fondle my tits; his fingers never left my thigh, tickling their way higher past the hem of my dress. I had given Steve my address but it seemed to be taking him forever to get me home. My pussy was soaking wet as Jerome continued to kiss me. My legs parted wider as his fingers crept further up my thighs until he finally made contact with my pussy. His fingers began to rub my pussy and clit through the confining material. My hips arched against him, my legs spread wide for his pleasure.

I was kissing him and rubbing his back. My pussy was on fire when his free hand made it inside my dress and tugged at the top of my tights and panties. Lifting my ass, he wasted no time in getting the other side and pulling them down to my ankles. Now he had complete access to my fully exposed pussy; his fingers wasted no time in plunging into my exposed wetness. I moaned and spread my legs as wide as the tights around my ankles would allow. His free hand unzipped his pants and tangled with my hand trying to help. Finally I had his firm monster gripped in my hand. It was amazing, firm and not yet fully hard. It was at least nine inches long and thick as my wrist. I tugged and stroked at him feeling him stiffen in my fingers. He was moaning loudly at my touch and working his way between my legs.

Steve yelled at him, "Hey man not in my car dude! I don't want you spunkin it all up."

I then noticed that we were on my street, a couple blocks from my house. We stopped in front of my house when Jerome pushed my head to his dick wanting a blow job. I fought him slightly. "Woah big guy, not in front of my house; my neighbors could be watching. Come on inside to the basement family room but you guys have got to be quiet, my husband is asleep," I persuaded.

I was horny and wanted to feel that big cock; the biggest I had ever seen in real life. Our house was a split level so my husband was just one floor up at the other end of the house. I was in heat and on fire and I didn't care, I needed these guys now. I hushed the guys as I led them to the family room. I turned some music on low and grabbed a bottle of rum and a 2 liter of coke, handing it and some glasses to Lamont to pour us all a drink.

Jerome had me in his hands dancing again. He led me in a dance right over to the couch, placing me in the middle he knelt in front of me pulling my tights and panties off, throwing my shoes across the room. With them out of the way he was free to feast on my pussy. His tongue went right to my clit. It was long and hard and danced like it was doing a ballet on my clit. It was totally electrifying to have someone treat me like this. As he sucked my pussy, Lamont and Steve settled on either side of me, sipping their run and cokes, they began to feel up my tits, each one taking turns undoing the buttons on my dress. Soon they were all undone and my bra was pushed up revealing my rock hard nipples. They fondled and pulled on them and soon they were both sucking and nibbling on them as my arms were pulled free of my dress.

Jerome's tongue worked my pussy while the boys played with my tits. My body tensed and shook; I moaned and cried as my orgasm rocked my body. My juices flowed from my hungry cunt like a flooded river. As I calmed down from my orgasm, Jerome the only one left with clothes on stripped his pants and shirt off. Hands were everywhere, pulling my dress free from under me and I unhooked my bra. Lamont was on his knees feeding me his dick into my mouth when I felt Jerome rubbing his fat dick up and down my slit. I was soaked and trembling with anticipation of something that big.

The head slowly slipped in, stretching my pussy the most I had been since giving birth nineteen years ago. It felt so amazing unlike anything I had ever felt. He slowly worked his dick deeper from side to side. Lamont's dick head filled my mouth as I stroked his shaft. Steve was sucking my tits and I had my free hand on his dick but unable to stroke it. As I sucked on Lamont, Jerome picked up speed, most of his dick filling me; I felt the tip pounding at my cervix. His thrusts drove him up against my insides. Steve high fived Lamont and yelled to Jerome.

"Remember dude, no cumming inside her until we all get some of that fresh pussy, after that it is all free," he said.

"I know buddy, don't worry, you'll get yours," Jerome grunted as he pounded me harder.

The dick in my mouth prevented me from saying a word. Jerome's hands were under my ass as he watched his dick sliding in and out of me. My body rose to meet his thrusts. Lamont pulled his dick from my mouth.

"Slow down Denise, you're going to make me cum like that," he informed me.

With my mouth empty, I started moaning and begging for Jerome to fuck me hard which he quickly did. I shouted out as I began to cum hard. Lamont walked over to get his drink as my husband Ron came down the stairs. Seeing him Lamont, who stood a full head over him, pushed him into a chair to the side of the room.

"You're going to have to wait dude I'm next," he calmly stated.

I was having the orgasm of my life like from the fat black cock rocking in my pussy. I glanced over seeing Ron in shock as Jerome moaned and pulled free of my pussy. He groaned loudly as his dick shot huge spurts of cum through the air coating my cheek and chin. Several more shots covered my tits, cum pooling between them as he subsided. I licked my cheek and chin as best as possible. His thick cum tasted salty and musky. Scooping it off my tits with my fingers, I fed myself more as Lamont positioned himself in front of my pussy He smiled over at my husband and he shoved his dick into my hungry cunt. Jerome shoved his firm but limp dick into my mouth to clean.

He smiled at Ron, "What a sweet woman you got and tight!"

Lamont and Steve slapped hands and laughed. Ron sat there not knowing what to do watching me fuck these three black men, all bigger than him with massive dicks. Steve had replaced Jerome's dick in my mouth while Jerome got another drink. Pinching my tits, he shoved his dick deep in my mouth as Lamont stuffed my pussy, holding my hips for leverage. He called me names, telling me how good my tight white pussy felt. It felt like one long orgasm rippling through my body after another. Lamont pulled out of my pussy, coating my belly and tits with his warm creamy cum.

"Damn girl, you are tight!" he exclaimed.

"All right Lamont! It's my turn dude! You ready honky? Steve asked looking at Ron, "I get to fill her pussy full 'cause you aint no bro! And it looks like the bed is empty upstairs I'm fucking your wife there! Hope you don't mind.

He grabbed me around my waist, threw me over his shoulder and carried my up to our bedroom. Dropping me in the middle of the bed he climbed on aiming his dick at my pussy and filled it full and hard.

"Ohhh Yes," he screamed, "God I love white pussy."

Wrapping my legs in his arms he began to fuck me hard; his long thin dick pressing past my cervix filling my womb. Jerome, Lemont and Ron came up the stairs behind us, with the two liter and the rest of the rum. They shoved Ron in a chair in the corner when a pair of my panties fell from the bureau onto his shoulder.

Lamont noticed and it yelled, "Look it's Panty Boy!"

They all laughed. Steve was grunting and fucked me hard when Lamont climbed on the bed and fed me his cum coated dick. I hungrily sucked it into my mouth savoring my juices and the remaining cum that he had on it from exploding earlier. I looked down from time to time and see Steve's dick filling my bald pussy. It looked so erotic seeing such a dark back dick filling me. His heavy big balls slapped my ass with every invasion of my womb. My body tingled all over. Steve groaned loudly, "Oh Shit! I'm going to fill your slut wife!"

I felt his warm cum filling me, my body tensed as the warmth invaded m. I bucked up against him trying to take more as I began to cum hard. My pussy tightened around his shaft to prevent any from leaking out. My body shook and turned a deep red glow. His dick pulsed inside me as more and more of his cum filled me so full, it leaked out from around his cock, running down the crack of my ass.

Steve looked up at Ron. "Shit he is jacking off! Look at him and his little white dick!"

They all laughed. Jerome was about to fuck me next when he saw the mess Steve had left between my legs. "Damn Steve!" he groaned as he grabbed Ron by the neck pulling him from the chair, his little six inch dick swinging around in front of him. Shoving Ron's face between my legs he commanded him to clean my cunt so it was fresh for another black cock. My husband choked as his face was pushed into my open cunt.

"Yes Ron, clean my pussy, make it clean for am black lovers," I ordered.

I grabbed his ears and rocked back and forth on his face, forcing more cum out into his mouth. After a few minutes, Jerome pulled him away and turned me onto my knees. Climbing behind me he began to fuck me doggy style. He groaned and screamed as he once again filled my pussy. His dick was the fattest and he knew how to use it. He pulled at my tits as he fucked me hard from behind, staring at my husband the entire time.

He started to talk nasty to Ron, "You like watching her get fucked don't you? Look at that hard dick. Stroke it; let your wife watch you jack off while she gets fucked by a real dick."

He was slamming into my pussy hard. My fingers rubbed my clit while I stared at my husband as he jacked off. Jerome was filling my pussy, his balls slapped against my fingers as I rubbed my clit. I moaned as I rocked my pussy into him. Jerome slapped my ass real hard several times. My tits were swayed back and forth in front of my husband; his hand jerked his dick furiously. Ron's face contorted as he came, his little puddle of cum flying from his dick with force.

Watching him explode set me off and I screamed as my cunt contracted. Jerome shoved into my cervix for the first time and my orgasm was intense. Slamming deep, holding it there, he began to fill my pussy with his seed. My body impaled, I rocked back and forth against his dick cumming and cumming, crying and moaning for him to fill my pussy. It was by far the hardest orgasm of my life. Collapsing to the bed, Jerome pulled out and lay beside me. Lamont rolled my spent body onto my back and filled my pussy with his dick. I was soaked inside with Jerome's cum and my pussy juice. He fucked me as I lay there, long hard and fast strokes. He knew I was spent and all he wanted was to get off in my pussy, to fill it like his buddies. He fucked me hard, my head turned back to look at my husband, who was once again hard, stroking his dick when suddenly the morning alarm went off. It startled Lamont and he dumped his nut in my pussy. 

Moving to the edge of the bed, Ron jacked off onto my tits and Steve jacked off from the other side. My black lovers collapsed around me on the bed and Ron slipped off to the shower to get ready for work. When he came home that later that night he learned he would have to sleep on the couch as Jerome would be spending the night in my bed again.



Denise



My first attempt at a story so, please, be gentle. Panty lovers might get a kick out of it! Feedback appreciated.

Hope someone enjoys it out there... 

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Denise lived next door to my family as I grew up in a small city in Australia. She was married to a guy who never grew up, drank a lot and treated her poorly. Their home was littered with his empty beer bottles and her empty dreams.

My Dad would often say she was a pretty woman who deserved a whole lot better in life. Denise was originally a country girl and in Australia that meant there was a certain something about her. She came from a sheep and grain farming family and was used to hard, physical work. This also meant that she had muscularity to her feminine shape and 'wiriness' in her long limbs. 

Denise was tall, with large, heavy, firm breasts atop a slim body. Her dark brown hair was always shiny I remember and whilst she seldom wore make-up, she was a young, attractive looking woman for a forty two year old. She hadn't had children, which surprised me because she was a qualified teacher who seemed to love children.

My lasting memory of Denise to this day was that she would always work in a singlet shirt outside in her garden (in Australia they're called 'Wife Beater' singlets) with 'Farmer shorts' that were rolled up to expose a fair portion of her thighs (Farmer shorts were pretty common, strong, canvas shorts in the 80's in Australia). She would be so engaged in her work that most often her right bra strap would slip down onto her arm and she was forever jerking that arm upward to loop the strap back over her shoulder. That action would cause her right breast to jiggle deliciously and it was this jiggle that has etched itself into my mind for eternity. 

Whilst there were other, prettier women in the local area for me to fantasise about in my late adolescence (I had just turned 18 at the time of this story), Denise was my next door neighbour and she was always close by. I had diarised in my mind all meetings with her on different levels that fuelled my masturbatory fantasies as a young adult.

Most common were the picture stills in my mind that were seared in my memory: a hint of breast flesh here, a cursory glance up the leg of her shorts to reveal pale blue panties, bending over in the garden to reveal a heart shaped ass atop long powerful legs -- the list was, and still is, endless. I often lay on my bed in the stillness of night, furiously beating off to visions of her dressed in panties and bra with me holding her breasts or her allowing me to rub my fingers over her panty clad pussy, feeling the wetness seep through the thin gusset of material. I could never 'last' long enough to actually consider any sort of sexual penetration in my dreams -- rather I was simply longing to touch her I suspect.

In fact, panties (and most specifically, her panties) had become one of my obsessions as my teen years faded. The fact that a woman's panties were worn close to her pussy made them 'private' garments for me. My experiences with cousins and relatives had taught me that women's panties were private -- my cousin once screamed with disgust when I simply fingered a pair of her panties on the clothesline at her home one sunny afternoon. It caused a minor family breakdown and I remember, after the event, Dad had explained to me (under duress from Mum) that it probably wasn't the best idea to play with a woman's 'private attire' because, in his words, 'Blokes don't play with women's undies mate.' A typically Aussie Dad response.

However the sheer reaction from my cousin that afternoon had set me on the well trodden male path that, if women were not keen for me to see their panties, there must be something worth looking at! Thus I deduced if panties were my 'thing', then the next obvious step in my young, preoccupied male mind might appear to be having a pair of Denise's!

And so it began.

My parents, freed from a life of child minding at my coming of age, had become expert travellers. They had been reticent to let me stay on my own at home during my early teen years. Thus, with their newfound freedom, each weekend saw them load up the car and take off to some sort of beach location around our state -- often with friends who had also jettisoned their parental responsibilities, leaving their kids at home to fend for themselves.

In the summer of 1986 Mum and Dad were off every weekend, often arriving home on a Sunday evening just in time to unpack, sleep and wake the next day to head to work for the week. 

So it was one particular weekend in '86 that I stood on the driveway and waved them goodbye to the increasingly familiar sounds of arguing from next door. As my parents disappeared from sight down the road, my attention turned to Denise and her husband attempting to pack their own car for a weekend trip to visit her parents. 

As I looked on, Denise struggled out the front door with two bags packed to splitting point wearing a patterned, summery dress that billowed in the afternoon cool breeze. Her gorgeous breasts jiggled with her effort and my eyes focused so I could commit this to memory for later that night. She offered me a warm smile which was quickly followed by a scowl as her dead head husband issued a torrent of abuse from within the house. Seeing her unsuccessfully attempt to swing the bags into the trunk of the car, I quickly jogged over the grassed area between our houses to help.

I offered her a 'Hello' and grabbed at the handle of the case in her right hand to help her out. She muttered a quick 'Thankyou' and I got an eye full of jiggling boob as her body adjusted to the lack of weight. Her Lavender smell was present as always and I could make out some panty lines through her cotton dress. I became fully aware of my pulse and heartbeat at that second.

Placing the bag in the trunk I turned and saw her smile at me warmly, even placing a hand on my shoulder to thank me silently with her eyes. The softness of the moment hardened as her husband announced his presence, a large burp and a request to 'Hurry the Fuck up!' breaking the spell between us it seemed. He slammed the trunk shut with another burp.

He moved to the car and shouted at her to jump in -- now! 

'I have to lock the front door', she feebly replied to him, moving toward the car door. He started the car and it just as quickly began to move forward with Denise pacing next to it trying to catch the door handle to get in. 

'I'll lock it for you!' I yelled as gently as I could and I caught her smile as she literally jumped into the moving car as it sped off. The last thing they would have seen in the rear view mirror was a vision of me walking toward their front door -- and they were gone. 

'Simple thing to do really' I thought to myself as I walked to their porch area, the front door slightly ajar. I reached out to grab the handle, checked it was locked and was about to slam it shut when I stopped. My nose had caught the Lavender scent of Denise as it wafted through the open door space. 

Suddenly all of the 'pictures' flooded my head at once: the jiggle of her breast as she replaced the bra strap, the sneak peak of pale blue panties whilst crouching down in the garden, her smell, her panties, her... Her panties! My arm stopped just as the lock on the door was about to 'click' shut. 

Panties. 

My arm now pushed at the door gently and it opened. I pushed harder and it opened all the way up displaying the chaos inside but all I could 'see' were her panties.

I became acutely aware of my pounding heart and throbbing temples at this point. It was the most erotic I had felt in my life. I wasn't supposed to be there! As I stepped through their doorway it was almost like stepping into a pair of panties. I was about to go where I wasn't allowed and about to see things I wasn't supposed to see.

I delicately shut their front door behind me and stopped in the hallway. The silence was almost deafening as I suspected they may return to grab something they had forgotten in their rush and my ears were highly sensitive to any noise that appeared from outside. After standing in the hallway waiting for a period of around 5 minutes, with my heart beating through my chest, I was convinced that they weren't coming back and made my move.

I ventured straight to their bedroom and was confronted by a filthy mess. His stuff was strewn all over the floor making clean and dirty one big indiscriminate pile next to his side of the bed. His bedside table was littered with beer cans and had an ashtray that overflowed with butts and ash. There were shoes in a pile in the corner and jeans and shirts draped over a chair that sat in another corner of the room. He was a pig and he lived like one.

However Denise's side of the bed seemed to be 'made' and her bedside table wasn't overstuffed with clothes or filth. I zeroed in on her bedside drawers immediately and carefully moved toward them, my temples throbbing with excitement as I took each step on the soft carpet underfoot.

I opened the top drawer and found several different perfume bottles, however all of them were empty or very close to it. I noted a lot of them were Lavender based scents. She also had assorted, coloured hair ties, some knotted up that were often seen in her long, shiny, brown hair when she tied it back. There was a pack of playing cards underneath some letters from the local bank in one corner of the drawer and a few tubes of cream that seemed very old and past their due date in another.

I closed the first and opened the second drawer to be absolutely dazzled by a selection of her bras. Most were white or beige and, judging by the frayed materials and clasps, had seen better days. There didn't appear to be any real colour of note and, given it was the 80's, they lacked a certain sensuality that the modern forms possess. However they reeked of her aroma and they were so soft -- I distinctly remember rubbing one pair against my face and just absolutely revelling in the erotic sensation and her odour. I imagined the weight of her meaty breasts filling each one of the cups as I buried my whole face with 4 or 5 bras, in raptures as I breathed in the scent of her body. However bras weren't my desired item -- I closed the second drawer and gazed at the third and final one.

(A vivid memory strikes me about opening the third drawer -- I liken it in my mind to the old Gene Hackman version of 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' when Charlie finds the golden ticket in the chocolate bar. As he opens the wrapper, a tinge of gold light shines on his face like he has seen the most remarkable thing in his life!) 

My shaking hand reached out and I heard a wooden creak as I pried the drawer from its frame. As it opened the contents inside lit up my face like a beacon. There were panties everywhere!

The smell was undoubtedly Denise, yet I also got my first real hint of the female scent at that exact moment. There was the presence of Lavender alright but there was also a hint of muskiness that tantalised my senses. As I pulled the drawer completely open I was met with around 20 pairs of panties. The colours were more adventurous for these items -- a mix of blue, black, white and a light green colour. Some were what I later became to know as satin, some were cotton and two pairs were dark in colour with a lacy panel on the front that was obviously see through when they were on. My cock lurched in my pants as I pictured her wearing these for me and I became aware of the growing wet spot of pre-cum that soiled the front of my shorts. 

I chose the lacy, see through numbers first up, making sure I knew how to replace them when finished. I bought the material to my face and rubbed it on my cheeks, getting off on the fact that 'I wasn't supposed to be playing with women's undies' but loving the fact that I was. I knew the gusset of each pair would hold her own special scent and found my nose searching out this part of both pairs. The soft material that covered her pussy had obviously held some of her smell over time and I now found myself floating in an erotic world -- almost a nirvana type state. Time seemed to stand still for me that day.

Holding the dark pairs in one hand I grabbed at a pair of silky panties with my other. I bought them to my nose and inhaled roughly, soaking up 'her'. I felt briefly annoyed, as one does when you get a hair caught in your mouth, but my body literally shuddered when I realised that the hair was possibly one of her pubic ones. I tore the panties from my nose and, with an eagle eye, inspected the crotch panel to find a pubic hair, approximately 2-3 cm long, stuck in the side stitching. I reached out for it with my tongue and delicately licked the hair, telling myself this was just like licking her wet cunt -- and for the first and only time in my life, I came in my pants without so much as rubbing myself. My knees threatened to buckle and I had to lower my body weight onto the nearby bed so I wouldn't fall over or pass out! I then watched as my cum seeped through the front of my underwear and shorts to make a large wet spot above my pubic bone. 

My breathing was ragged but I was not unsurprised to note my cock had not gone down after that huge load. It was still hard and seemed to be insistently throbbing once more. I noted the bunched up pairs of panties in my hand and softly chuckled to myself -- I felt like the King of the World! Master of the Universe!

Placing the panties back in the drawer I dug down deeper at a slip of red material that seemed out of place from the plain coloured selection in front of me. It was smooth and silky and my heart raced as I soon pulled out a pair of red silk panties that appeared hardly worn. My senses went into overload when I noted the crotch area of the knickers was 'missing' and I held in my hands a pair of crotchless panties. My heart skipped a beat, my mouth dried up and the pounding in my temples reached jungle drum proportions. Holding these in my hands was like a gold miner holding the Mother Load.

There was still a swatch of red silk in the drawer and further pulling revealed what was a matching bra made of red silk with mesh covering where the tops of her breasts would have been. The material seemed almost to melt in my hands and I noted they trembled in my touch.

I laid out what I was calling her 'special' underwear onto her side of the bed, wondering quite honestly as to when she might have had occasion to wear such gorgeous stuff when she was married to such a Wanker! In my mind I pictured her wearing this stuff for him and saw him lean back on the bed, burp and then go to sleep, leaving her unsatisfied and looking a bit foolish in her special underwear.

I quickly lost my clothes and lay down next to the underwear with my cock waving around in front of me. Positioning the panties next to my cock I slowly pushed its throbbing head through the crotchless slit, imagining it was the soft outer lips of her cunt as I pushed further. The engorged head of my cock was sliding joyously against the panel of silk that made the back of the panties. Holding the panties with both hands I proceeded to slowly fuck the little hole but this proved a little hard to do. I soon moulded the panties around my shaft with one hand, ensuring all of my cock was covered in the slick, smooth material and I began to pound away on my knob like there was no tomorrow.

I was on my knees, legs apart and I was pulling my dick with a ferocity I had never experienced before. I spied her bra in front of me and leaned my head over to smell her scent once more. My tongue found the cup of the bra and I licked at it like a wild animal, eager to taste her, have her on me.

My flailing hand tightened around my shaft and, in no time, I was convulsing, spurting hot, sticky cum all over her panties, her bra, her bed -- God I wished it was all over her. I fell to the side, spent and surveyed the mess I had blown onto her bed sheets. My cum was everywhere and I was so sated, that I simply lay there and watched it soak into the sheets until it became crusty and stale. 

My next conscious thought was the realisation it was dark outside and I sensed the need to go home. I packed up the panties and placed them all back in place in her drawer. My ignorance meant that I thought the stains from my cum would merely disappear from her underwear so I spent some time sponging my goo from her sheets but neglected to clean her 'special' red panties and bra. When it was all back in place I walked out to the front door. 

I was again just about to lock the door and walk home when I realised I would have open access all weekend. I sensed the need to go home so I simply shut their front door without locking it and headed into the night air with a swagger I hadn't had before. I had just seen the 'private' stuff that women wore and had just done unspeakable things to Denise's underwear. It felt so good and, given the intensity of my cum into her panties, I slept like a log that night -- with the knowledge that I was merely 20 metres away from more of 'her' panties.

I was never an early riser but I bolted out of bed early on that Saturday morning, threw on some clothes and headed over to 'her house'. I did a quick check to ensure they hadn't magically appeared over night and, when satisfied, I headed toward the front door, finding it unlocked. I entered again to the smell of Denise.

My dreams overnight had centred on taking a pair of panties as a trophy. I figured they'd also serve as my jerking off device but something else had occurred to me during sleep. I had experienced 'her' smell last night and wondered openly whether she might have some panties that had been worn recently and whether they might smell more. I had settled on the idea that I'd check their dirty clothes hamper when I was next there -- and there I was!

I moved through their house in a way I suspected a burglar might move -- catlike and with senses on high alert. The constant dripping of a leaking tap sounded out my arrival at the bathroom/laundry area of the home and again I felt my cock grow inside my shorts. I entered and quickly spied the overflowing dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the tiled room.

I opened the hamper and suffered through several items of clothing that were his -- filthy, brown stained underwear, shirts with full moon sweat marks on the arm pits that had been worn into yellow/brown stains. However, mindful that artists tended to suffer for their art I received a jolt of electricity when my fingers came upon a smooth, soft piece of cotton material below a pair of dirty jeans. I lifted the offending garment to my eyes and almost fell over -- in front of my nose was a pair of 'her' panties that 'she' had worn recently. 

They were blue cotton panties with a small pale pink bow at the front on the stitching. I opened them out to reveal a gusset that clearly showed what looked to be the line between her cunt lips that had been transposed there from the moisture of daily wear. From the mark left there I surmised that she must have thick and plump vaginal lips with a deep slit between them. There was a small light coloured stain in the middle of 'her lips' which had dried to be a pale white colour and it was seemingly 'dusty' in texture. I lowered my lips to it and immediately felt my cock lurch as I tasted her pussy for the first time. I soon had my tongue at work licking the whole crotch area while the hand not holding the panties freed my pulsing cock. 

I leaned back against the tiled wall of their bathroom and slid my hand up and down my cock whilst thrusting those panties into my mouth and all over my face. I began to see spots in front of my eyes, my knees almost gave way as I thrust my cock outward and pumped my cum all over my fist and splashed it on the floor. I remember looking into the mirror and seeing my flushed face as I came, cheeks were burning red and sweat dripping from my brow. At that point, this had been the most intense orgasm of my entire life. 




Denise



Again my cock failed to lower after the event as I placed the soiled panties back into the hamper and dug around for more. 

Low and behold I found one more set that were quite similar in appearance to another pair in her bedroom drawer. They had obviously been worn recently and had the bonus of a pubic hair that was stuck to a large stain on the gusset. I could smell her ass on these too which actually intrigued me greatly so I pocketed those and replaced the hamper as best I could from memory.

I then proceeded to walk back to her bedroom to check that I had left it as it was the previous evening. It all looked okay but I sensed that I could have had a party in there and no-one would have known such was the mess in the place.

So, with Denise's panties in my pocket, I exited their home, left the door unlocked for later pursuits, and headed home to spend the afternoon jerking off on my new pair of panties! I must admit I spent some of that afternoon in the privacy of my own home wearing those panties just because I could!

Later that evening I was planning my next foray into Denise's panties when I was stunned by noises and car doors slamming next door. Peaking through the curtains of our house I saw that Denise and her idiot husband had returned home. Shit! What about the front door? I was supposed to lock it. They'll know now won't they? She'll know. They'll lock me up with all the perverts won't they? I was fucked I figured!

Without a plan I quickly ventured outside to see them both. He was already tearing into a bottle of beer before he even got out of the car and Denise was walking sullenly to their front door. Her shoulders were hunched and I sensed that she was upset about something. My paranoid mind convinced me it was me she was upset about and I was about to cop a 'pasting' for being a revolting pervert and doing 'unspeakable things' to her poor underwear!

As I reached her she was standing at the front door. She was holding the door open and when I arrived she turned to me with a quizzical expression on her face. Her face was saying, 'You left the door unlocked' but she said nothing, she just looked at me. As her husband neared us she said 'Oh, thanks for locking the door for us' but her eyes said so much more. I was sure her eyes said something like; 'Did you enjoy my panties? Did you like to look at them? Touch them? Did you lick them? Cum in them? You filthy little perverted bastard!'

He burped and shattered our connection. I said, 'No worries' and walked off, eager to escape her questioning gaze. I went home and sat on my bed looking at the cum stained panties in my hands for what seemed like hours. They almost spoke to me; 'You sick fuck. Why don't you pull yourself on us again?' So, I did. 

From that afternoon onwards there was always something else between Denise and me -- something not said but perhaps mutually understood none the less. My paranoia abated over the coming days and life slipped back into normal, summer holiday routine.

Two weeks passed and my parents were once again off to spread their wings in some far flung location. I watched from my bedroom window as they disappeared down our street, Denise's panties wrapped deliciously around my cock and balls, my mind in overdrive.

Later in the afternoon I was watering our front garden, as per parental instructions, when Denise came into view. She was dressed in the usual gardening outfit of singlet and famers shorts, rolled up to display those powerful legs. Their car was not in the driveway so I had assumed they were out and I had been contemplating how I might break in to their house so I could 'refresh' my panty supply. My mind was halted when she made her way towards me, saying 'Hi' when she reached the point that both our yards met in a clump of low lying shrubs and flowering plants.

We spoke about mundane stuff for a short while, me not being able to offer her my eyes for fear she would see right through me and catch me out. At one point it seemed odd to me that she made it clear her husband was not at home. While we were talking she bent down and ruffled some flowers that were in a clump, loosening them so they could get more sunlight. Whilst doing this I noted her bra strap slid down her right arm as per usual but when she stood upright again she didn't 'jiggle' as she always did. It was then that the sensory information began to piece together in my brain -- the bra strap was red! 

Tearing my eyes from the swatch of red I met hers and we were both silent for a short time. If I was not mistaken she almost seemed to push her arm forward to make the strap more pronounced. There seemed to be something between us -- something unsaid.

After what seemed like 10 minutes had passed, Denise asked me if I could help doing some gardening chores in their yard. I said I could and was mindful that I was staring at her bra strap again, the red material almost hypnotising me.

We walked into her yard, me following behind her watching her delicious ass sway. I wondered if she really had the special underwear on and my cock hardened at the immature thought that perhaps she was wearing it all for me. The red bra strap still dangled on her right arm and it was all I could do not to reach out and place it back on her shoulder for her.

What followed for the next 2 hours, until the sun faded into the afternoon horizon, was simple, hard work. We weeded garden beds, mowed lawns and clipped rose bushes -- me stealing glances at her strong body constantly. Soon, the front yard was in pristine condition and we both began to put away the gardening tools we had used into the small shed at the side of their house. With a handful of spades, clippers and buckets I stood at the door of the shed whilst Denise took the implements from me and placed them on hooks and on shelves. 

As she received the last implement from me, a pair of garden shears, she turned her back to me and bent over at the waist to place them in a drawer. When she did this her singlet rode up her back, exposing her lower back to my prying eyes. My eyes centred on the waist band of her shorts and as she leaned further forward to close the drawer, I spied a flash of red satin. She 'was' wearing the special underwear and in my mind again, she was wearing it for me!

My cock burst at the front of my shorts and I became aware of the growing, slick pool of pre-cum that was almost saturating my underwear. 

Denise turned to face me quickly and in doing so she had her eyes at the height of my waist for a brief moment -- surely she had to have seen the tent that had been erected in the front of my shorts? She couldn't have missed it.

As her gaze finally met mine I saw the hint of a smile creep into the corners of her mouth. However that just confused me as I pondered whether she was laughing at me or just smiling at my uncomfortable state. 

'You're a good boy', she remarked to me. 'I really enjoy your company these days you know? Thanks so much for your help today. I know HE would never dream of helping make this house look nice'.

I saw a tear in the corner of her eye and, in a flash she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. Our bodies were pressed together and I became very aware of my hardness pressing into her stomach as we embraced in the doorway of the shed. Her hands lightly rubbed my back and her head was buried in my neck as she sobbed lightly. My hands were on her back, the straps of her bra between my fingers.

We stood like this for some time, my cock seemingly getting harder and harder. Her sobbing soon subsided though and we separated in silence with me noting her gaze centred on my cock area and that made it jerk slightly in the confines of my shorts. She looked into my eyes and slowly bought her left hand up replacing the red bra strap on her shoulder, the same slight smile pervading her lips.

'Can I pay you for all your help with a free dinner?' she asked. 'I'm sure it'd be better than whatever it is you'll be heating up for your dinner tonight.'

I said I'd really like that and suggested I go home for a shower and to put some fresh clothes on. She said she'd need a shower too and that I could have one at her place if I liked. Of course I agreed and she ushered me inside, seemingly happy that she had a companion. 

Of course I offered her the first shower and she took me up on that. She closed the door and I imagine she undressed for a short while until I heard the shower turn on. The little splashes of water I could hear indicated she was washing herself. I pictured her red, crotchless panties in a bundle on the floor with the same red bra next to them. My cock surged in my shorts and I contemplated a quick 'pull' just to settle my raging hormones, however the shower then turned off and I realised she would be out shortly.

I heard the door to the bathroom open and she yelled out, 'Shower's ready' so I headed toward the bathroom. Passing Denise in the hallway, I nearly had heart failure when I saw she had simply wrapped a towel around her body -- a short towel that hung just above where I figured her nipples were, down to the very top of her thighs. This accentuated her shapely ass and long legs and I got a great view of her cleavage as she padded past me, the same small smile edging her mouth.

Behind the closed bathroom door I finally was able to breathe again. I dropped my shorts and my dick sprang upwards, a rope of pre-cum leaking towards the floor immediately. I walked to the shower and was about to step when -- bang! The hamper!

Situated on the top of the lid, in blaze of glory, was her special underwear. The red bra had traces of perspiration on its cups and the panties below it were similarly damp. Not wasting time with the bra I fumbled for the panties and immediately felt their wetness when they were in my hands. The pungent aroma was obvious even before I put them to my nose and my licking tongue found a slick wetness around the edges of the crotchless part. Her cunt had been 'in' these panties less than 10 minutes ago and I was now licking the juice she had leaked while we were working together.

This connection aroused me enormously. Had she been wet in my company? Had she been turned on by our embrace outside? Did she play with the delicate folds of her cunt while she showered with me in the house? 

My cock ached and I wrapped my hand around its base, gently stroking up and down its length, while licking, sniffing and sucking at her wet panties. I could feel the familiar throbbing in my temples, almost like a bang at this point. Then the hot, moist air of the bathroom was replaced by a sudden rush of fresh coolness -- the door was opening!

The next five seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Denise had entered the bathroom in a flash and was confronted by the sight of me; cock in hand, her panties half in my mouth and half stretched across my face, beating away furiously. She had put a dressing gown on that was tied with a drawstring around the middle yet, in the state I was in, I still managed to notice that she was offering another glimpse of her cleavage to me. How 'gone' was I to notice that and yet still have my hand placed on my cock?

I stopped, she stopped, the world stopped. She looked at me, not with anger or hatred but with a seeming desire -- an emotion I became familiar with as I grew older.

My hand stopped its movement and she looked down as I halted. She stared at my throbbing, red cock for one second longer than was required and then met my eyes again. Her red panties, saturated with my saliva and her musky wetness, fell from my mouth to the floor silently.

We stood in silence for a moment and when she spoke it struck me that she wasn't even surprised by what she was witnessing. 

'I just came in to get these' she said, no evidence of a waiver in her voice at all. Having said that she extended her hand and indicated the panties that lay on the floor at my feet. In doing this her hand was mere centimetres from the bobbing head of my cock and she seemed to hold it there again for longer than was required. I became aware of my breathing then and noticed my chest rising and falling quickly more out of fear than anything else.

Then, without a word, her extended left hand lightly touched the end of my cock. I expected her to recoil in some sort of shock but I became rooted to the spot when her hand stayed there, the bobbing, hardness of my dick making the head rub gently against her outstretched hand. She then moved her hand slightly, at once losing touch with the tip of my knob, but then her hand gently touched it again, folding itself around the girth, its heat surrounding me.

Our eyes met for the first time and I was again conscious of the little smile that pervaded the corner of her mouth. Quickly though, my eyes returned to my cock as her hand began to gently move up and down its length. She was pulling on my cock!

I let out what was supposed to be a breath but it ended up being a long moan, a signal she took to increase the tempo of her hand slightly. This elicited another guttural moan from me and in a short space of time she went from touching me to fully jacking me off.

My cock was slick on the underside and this let her hand glide up and down my shaft deliciously. I was very aware now of how smooth and soft her hand was as she jacked me, the moisture making slurp sounds as she continued. Her head was leaning on my shoulder and she was almost humming into my ear, whispering things I was unable to hear properly in my current state. 

As she was standing on my right and using her left hand, this left her right hand free and I soon felt this hand circle my ball sack, producing some light, erotic pressure. She stroked my balls lightly and pulled my cock delicately, all the while continuing to hum in my ear.

I heard 'panties' escape her lips and with that I took in a huge breath and, as I let it out, I groaned in ecstasy as my cock pumped ropes of cum into the air in front of us. It seemed to me that it wouldn't stop and the pressure I was releasing made my head spin out of control. Her hand pumped on my dick as she squeezed the last of my load onto the floor. My lasting memory was looking down to see her red, crotchless panties covered in big, creamy dollops of my seed.

She was silent until my breathing settled, not taking her hand from my cock.

'Do you like my panties?' she asked in a quiet, hushed voice.

Without thinking I professed my feelings to her instantly; 'Yes... but I like them because they're yours'.

'Because they're mine' she repeated, before saying, 'Thanks. That actually makes me feel really good you know? Better than I have for many years'. 

I didn't know what to say, how to respond. I had nothing to offer. 

After a moment of quiet, she bent down and collected the panties from the floor, picking them up and watching the cum drip from the material, through her hands. She then reached past me to grab the bra and moved past me a few steps to place the items on top of the hamper again.

Turning to me she said, 'You'd better have a shower and get cleaned up' and she turned again, walked out of the room and shut the door.

I almost laughed out loud. Had that just happened? To me? 

In the shower I was amazed again that my cock would not settle, even after the monumental cum I'd just had with Denise. I washed up, dried myself, put my dirty clothes back on and walked into the silent house. I heard some noise from the hallway and, not knowing where she was, I went looking for Denise.

I came across her as she walked toward her bedroom. As she entered the door, she paused, looked over her shoulder at me and then walked slowly into her room. She still had the dressing gown on that she had changed into after her shower.

Now, I wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box at this stage of life, so I stood in the hallway for probably around sixty seconds before I heard her gently call out my name. There was no request; she just called out my name.

I padded down the carpeted hallway and peered through her door. She was demurely seated at the foot of her bed on the half that she slept on -- the half that was made. When she sensed me in the doorway she looked up again, appearing somewhat startled by my presence at first.

I was about to mumble an apology or something similar when she simply said, 'You know, it is no good having a shower if you're going to wear dirty clothes. How about you take them off... for me?' The 'for me' bit wasn't lost on me -- I wasn't sharp but not completely stupid either!

I took two steps inside the room and began to undress, in front of her. She watched every split second of this performance until I finally removed my underwear and stood before her with another raging boner. This bought a little giggle from her and I realised it was quite possibly the first time I'd actually seen her enjoying something. It was certainly the first giggle I'd ever heard from her.

She reached out her hand beckoning me to come to her. I moved toward her slowly, my dick still comically bouncing around in front of me as I reached her by the side of the bed. 

Denise smiled, lowered her eyes and reached out to again grasp my cock. Her touch sent a shiver through me and she laughed quietly to herself at the sudden twitch her touch elicited in me. Soon she was again running her smooth hand up and down my cock, the same hum coming from her slightly opened mouth that I'd heard in the bathroom minutes ago. 

As her hand continued to pull me she bent her head towards my waist and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of the head. An electric impulse surged through my very being, only to be superseded by another, moments later, when I felt her warm mouth envelope my cock head and begin to suck me. She tongued the underside of my shaft all the while wanking me into a state of oblivion. It was my first head job and it was all I had imagined it to be. 

Her free hand settled again on my balls so she soon had me on my tip toes as she sucked, licked and pumped me toward a mind shattering cum. Her mouth was velvet like and very controlled. I saw stars as she pushed me over the edge, filling her mouth with my hot load and grunting as I unleashed it all. 

She looked up at me, and made a point of showing me her mouth was empty -- she had swallowed my cum! 

So I stood there, naked and with a sagging dick. All the while she looked at me with a warm smile on her face and I wondered whether we were 'finished'?

We weren't.

Without losing my eye, she reached down to undo the belt of her dressing gown and, when she had undone the knot, pulled the front part open to reveal her sensational breasts hanging between us. The nipples were a pink colour and seemed very erect. They were large and seemed quite heavy but I just about lost consciousness when I peered down between her legs.

There, less than one metre away from me, I could see the soft, brown curls of her cunt hiding between her muscular thighs. She looked down where I was gazing and, as she looked up again, her legs gently parted to reveal more of the furrow between. I saw the top of her slit and couldn't help noticing the pinkness of her cunt lips was almost identical to the pinkness of her nipples. 

Denise seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on me and instantly pulled the dressing gown from her body in a swift movement, laying it down behind her and then leaning back on her elbows, showing off her body to me. Her heavy breasts drooped slightly to each side of her chest, which was rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. Her legs continued to part, exposing more and more of the detail of her heavenly pussy, until they were far enough apart for someone to move between. Realising this, I moved forward.

I knelt between her thighs and grazed my hands up and down the smooth skin on the inside. Each time I moved my hands toward her I moved them closer to the entrance of her cunt and her now somewhat familiar hum returned to fill my ears. In a short space of time my fingertips were grazing the pubic hair and outer lips on each forward stroke and soon I had my first real contact with her cunt. Its slippery softness almost overwhelming me and its scent captured in my nostrils. 




Denise



With a combination of my thumb and index and middle fingers I played with the entrance to her opening, delighting in its stickiness and the effect it was having on Denise. I wasn't too familiar with the workings of the clitoris but knew that it was something that was worth playing with, so I stumbled across the little nubbin and rubbed it in circles, spreading wetness and juice all over her outer lips and the soft brown curls of her bush. Small droplets of her juice were hanging like beads from her pubic hair and her breathing began to become quite heavy.

I sensed a need to push my fingers inside her and, acting on this compulsion, I joined my index and middle fingers and began to, as gently as I could, finger fuck her wet, slippery hole. This produced a loud, heavy moan from her and, after tensing up most of the muscles in her body; she let out a guttural sound, from deep within her being, and came for me. Her pussy throbbed from within, its walls tried to suck my fingers in deeper to her core as her ass rose up to meet the thrust of my hand.

Now, I'm no legend when it comes to the art of sex, but I'll tell you, she had a massive orgasm as a result of my fingering and when I reluctantly removed my hand from her snatch, it was incredibly sticky and moist. She had a flushed face and a dreamy look. I felt like a man!

I stood above her and surveyed her in all her rugged beauty -- flat on her back, legs apart and fully satisfied it seemed. However the throbbing between my legs bought me back to reality and I realised then that I was going to fuck her... I was going to fuck Denise.

I reckon I became a man that second. Led by my cock, I moved over her on the bed placing my hands on each side of her torso and leaning down to snare a nipple in my mouth. Somewhat by accident the tip of my painfully hard cock grazed her inner thigh and we both managed to jump slightly at this. I licked at her breasts lovingly and looked into her eyes in the hope she might 'give' me something. And she did.

I'd like to say I was a polished lover who was concerned about my partners needs but it wasn't anything like that. With the cool air of the evening on my back I moved my kisses up to her neck and ears, both of us noticing that this caused my cock head to slide through the curls of her bush and sit just below her navel.

Denise opened her eyes then and gazed at me. When we were 'locked on' to each other, she reached between us both, delicately taking my rod in her hands while her legs bent around my waist and pulled my body toward hers. I received another electric jolt as my cock head touched the nub of her clit and the gooey wetness caused my breath to catch in my throat. Then I was jolted again as the shaft of my cock slipped down slightly and was enveloped by the slick warm confines of her delicious pussy as it slid into her.

I was fucking! I was fucking Denise.

My cock was fully embedded inside her when I looked into her eyes again. Her arms circled my neck and her legs held my waist tighter against her. It seemed to me that she enjoyed grinding her cunt against my cock rather than having the length going in and out of her so our pubic bones rubbed together and her hole alternately squeezed and massaged me. This was heaven.

I was in raptures! I was fucking the object of my bold desire... and she was fucking me. She had swallowed my cum. I'd licked her cunt. We were fucking on her 'made side' of the bed. Our flesh was slapping against each other as we grunted and moaned and rode each other into an absolute frenzy.

I sensed I was about to cum and had the overwhelming need to make my mark. I wanted to feel my cum being pumped inside of her. I wanted her to walk around with me leaking out of her and running down her thighs.

So, as my orgasm approached, I heaved away inside her until the explosion occurred deep within her. And I came and came and came. The third time that day and still, without a doubt, the best cum in my entire life. 

As my thrusts subsided she too came hard, clawing at my shoulders and digging her heels into my lower back, all the while thrashing about beneath me. She screamed out 'You Bastard!' and I somehow knew she meant 'him' not me. Sweat joined our bodies together as we rocked gently in the afterglow. I was now the undisputed King of the World!

We said little that evening as we dressed each other and hugged silently in the darkness until we heard the ominous sound of her husband's car engine announce his arrival. 

Out the back door in a hurry, I ran next door to my home and sat again in darkness, regarding her crusty yellow panties in my hands before me. 

It would be great to say that we did this often, that she taught me to be the master lover, but I can't say that unfortunately. I'll always remember three days after our time together; Denise left the miserable bastard and never returned. I got a kick out of seeing 'his' life go from miserable to shithouse I must admit. He still lives in the same house -- twenty five years after the night I fucked his wife and she fucked me! Haven't seen her since -- but I'll always remember the red 'special panties' she had for me.



Denise and Graham - First Meeting



We had been introduced to Denise and Graham via the Internet, but, we had never really met them. We had exchanged many emails, swapped some very sexy photos, even chatted via instant messaging and we knew a lot about them. However, we had to wait for an actual time to meet them because they are from the UK and we are from the US. It took some time, but we pulled together plans to travel to the UK and meet them. But it wasn't going to be a traditional meeting if Joy had anything to do with it. 

We made the initial arrangements both for travel and for the meeting with Denise and Graham. It seems Joy had some other arrangements that she didn't share with me along with the initial arrangements. Our flight into London brought us in on the morning flight and we made our way to a small hotel that Denise suggested. The plan was to meet them later that night at a club located close to the hotel and before hitting the bed for a long nap, Joy sent off an email to Denise. It was simply entitled, "Your instructions for tonight." In the email, Joy detailed the exact time that she and Graham were to be at the club, how she was to dress and just exactly how she and Graham were to enter the club and what they were to do. 

Joy smiled a wicked smile at me as she closed the laptop lid and stripped seductively as she crossed the room to slide under the sheets with me for a nap. I reached down between her legs and her pussy was already very, very wet. I wanted to do something about it, the jet lag was too great and we snuggled and slept. 

When the alarm went off, we both bolted upright and jumped out of bed with anticipation. After showers, primping, and dressing, we were ready. Joy looked completely irresistible in a very loose wrap around silk dress, black stockings, black garter, 6" spike heels and nothing else...... except..........

She smiled at me and reached into the suitcase and took out her black leather strap-on harness and a 10" dildo. She fixed the dildo firmly into the strap and then stepped into one leg and then the other and pulled it up. This strap was a special one that we found where the crotch strap holds a second and smaller dildo that is inserted in the wearer so that she can enjoy sensations as she's using the big dildo on someone else. Joy giggled as she slid the smaller dildo into her own wet pussy and pulled the straps tight and fixed it deep into her. She let her dress fall down over her new cock and outwardly, one would never have guessed that she had this harness on and a new she-cock of her own. However, with the second step that she took she knew that she would probably cum even before getting to the club. The small dildo in her pussy was rubbing just right and she loved it. She looked at me and smiled. She was going to have fun.

I was right, her knees started to buckle just about the time we hit the front door of the club. I caught her as she let out a muffled moan and succumb to the effects of the orgasm. A passerby stopped and asked if everything was all right. She gulped down a post-orgasm groan and smiled and said, "Thank you, I'm ok now." The passerby had no idea.....

The club was arranged with a sizable bar on one side of the room a fairly wide open area in front of the bar and then two rows of tables opposite the bar. It was perfect and we took the table across the room from the entrance to the bar but right adjacent to the open area. Joy winced again in pleasure as she sat down next to the aisle and crossed her sexy legs. I could tell by the look on her face that the dildo deep in her was doing its magic.

We ordered drinks and waited. No one in the place had a clue as to what Joy had under her dress. Nor did they have a clue about what was about to happen. 

The club was well occupied with a mix of couples and single guys but not completely full. The crowd was a well-to-do professional crowd and the sound level was somewhat of a dull roar along with some very seductive jazz music. Everyone appeared fairly care-free and they were all seeming to have a great time. A couple of the guys were eyeballing the sexy ladies who were there with their husbands. 

Denise walked in perfectly on time, dressed in a very sheer blouse, and a very short pleated skirt. Under the blouse, she wore a black half bra, her beautiful big breasts on a shelf displayed for everyone to see, her nipples hard as gumdrops and just as big. Her legs were covered by black stockings and as she strolled in the pleated skirt bounced to reveal the tops of her stockings. On her feet were 6" black stiletto sandals. The dull roar of the crowd stopped instantly. 

Denise took three steps into the open area in front of the bar and stopped. Every eye in the club was on her. When she was sure that she was the center of attention, she took three more steps toward us and Joy tossed a cloth napkin onto the floor in front of her. She stopped, looked at Joy first and then down at the napkin at her feet. Denise turned so that her ass was pointed toward the largest part of the room and toward Joy and bent over from the waist and very slowly reached down to the napkin. She paused and there was a gasp from the crowd because the skirt had ridden up to expose her perfect ass framed, also perfectly, by the black garter belt that supported the stockings. She was wearing no panties and her legs were parted just enough that several of the people could easily see her shaved pussy and a very big and hard clit hanging down. 

The pause first went on forever and then was gone seemingly in an instant. One could hear a pin drop now as Denise, still bent over, looked back at Joy and then stood very slowly. Denise turned, giving everyone another great view of her beautiful breasts and nipples through the sheer fabric and stepped closer to Joy.

"You dropped this madam." Denise stammered out.

Joy smiled, "Thank you very much." But just as Denise handed the napkin to Joy, it slipped from Joy's fingers and fell once again to the floor. 

"May I get that for you madam?" Denise said with a little more confidence.

"Yes, please."

I took my eyes off this beautiful woman who was on display for only a moment to noticed Graham. He had followed Denise into the club, but stopped just inside the door and blended into the crowd. He was anonymous. He continued to watch the show along with the rest of the crowd. There were a few quiet comments made among the crowd that stopped again instantly when Denise turned again with her ass toward the crowd and bent at the waist and slowly picked up the napkin again stopping for a long moment fully bent over and fully exposed to the crowd. 

Denise slowly stood again and turned toward Joy. "Here it is again madam. It's slippery isn't it?"

"Thank you my dear. We would like you to join us." Joy said with a smile. She moved the empty chair next to her out into the walkway slightly and pointed to the seat. "Sit!"

It was a simple command answered by a simple action. Denise sat down facing Joy and actually, the rest of the crowd. As she carefully crossed her long sexy legs, the skirt rode up to expose the tops of her stockings to everyone. As she bounced her leg slightly, the motion made her breasts bounce slightly as well. Everyone in the club was still watching although now smatterings of chat began as couples commented to each other and the single guys made wise cracks to both friends and strangers. 

Joy leaned in closer to Denise and motioned her to do likewise. Their lips met in a long and passionate kiss. When they broke, Joy leaned back into her seat and reached out and put her hand on Denise's stocking-covered knee. Denise melted as Joy's warm hand rested on her knee. 

"You are mine tonight Denise." Joy said firmly as she looked into Denise's eyes. "Are you up to it?"

"Yes, madam." was the simple and direct reply.

"I want you to stand up and then sit on this table in front of me." Joy commanded.

"Yes, madam." Denise stood, moved the chair out of the way and perched up on the heavy table. Instinctively, she crossed her legs. She was perched now up where everyone again could see her. All eyes were on her still. Her beautiful breasts were on display through the sheer blouse and her skirt was high enough to expose the milky white skin of her thighs above the tops of the stockings.

"Unbutton your blouse." Joy commanded. Denise looked down into Joy's eyes and paused. "Unbutton your blouse." Joy commanded again. "And don't ever hesitate when I command you to do something."

"Yes, madam. I'm sorry." Denise replied as she reached up to the top button and slowly began to unbutton the blouse. Her nipples were on fire now and she could feel the slight courseness of the fabric as it moved while she undid each button. When she had all of them unbuttoned, she waited for the next command. The sheer blouse was open now to show her ample cleavage as well as her taunt belly. 

"That's very nice. Very sexy." Joy smiled and complimented her. The crowd buzzed slightly at the newest twist in this strange show.

"Thank you madam."

By now the single guys in the room were moving around and staking themselves out at every empty chair anywhere near where we were. I glanced over and Graham was still on the sidelines blending into the crowd. And any of the single guys who couldn't find a chair stood along the bar closest to us. It seemed that everyone was anxious for the next part of the show. 

"Take off your blouse and hand it to Roger." Joy commanded. 

With a quick shrug of her shoulders, the blouse fell from Denise's back and down onto the table. She took a deep breath and her big beautiful breasts were displayed on the shelf bra for everyone to see. She reached back and picked up the blouse and handed it to me. Her nipples were so taunt that they appeared that they would jump right off her breasts. I wanted to suck on them so badly I could hardly keep my mouth from watering. 

Joy looked up at Denise and smiled. "You are so very beautiful and so very sexy," she said. "Touch your breasts now. Show everyone how you would pleasure yourself."

One could hear a pin drop until the gasp that came from a woman at the table next to us.

Slowly and seductively, Denise brought both hands up to her breasts and began to caress them. Gently and lightly she would brush her finger tips across her hard nipples and wince in pleasure. She pulled lightly and twisted them, all the while staring directly at Joy sitting in front of her.

Denise squeezed, massaged, and kneaded her breasts pausing only to grasp the hard nipples and pull and twist them. It was obvious to everyone in the room that she was quickly heading toward orgasm. She strained now to be able to concentrate but continued to look at Joy. Her eyes started to roll back in her head and Denise started to head over the edge. Just as Denise peaked Joy put her hand on Denise's knee. "Stop!" she said with a very firm tone. 

The combination of Joy's hand and the terse tone shocked Denise instantly back from the edge. Her eyes opened and she suddenly came to the reality that she was half naked and sitting on the table in front of Joy and exposed to the entire club. 

Joy smiled and said, "Not yet. I'll tell you when you can cum. Now uncross your legs." 

Denise's senses were heightened and she immediately did as she was told. Joy reached up with both hands and put them one on each knee. She started to gently spread Denise's legs apart. Now somewhat embarrassed, Denise resisted slightly. Joy's tone was direct and firm, "Denise!" 

There was another buzz about the crowd. 

Denise relaxed and allowed Joy to spread her legs open. A dull roar now began in the crowd with the anticipation of what was next. Those closest got a full view of Denise's very swollen and very wet pussy. Joy pulled Denise over so that Denise was centered in front of her, legs spread wide apart. 

"Let me see your pretty pussy." Joy commanded smirk. Denise pulled up her short skirt and exposed her pussy. It was framed perfectly by her black stockings and the black garter that held them up. She was shaved clean. Her clit was very hard and very pronounced and Joy (and the crowd closest) could see that her juices were pooling on the table. 

"Lean back on the table." Joy continued to control her. Denise complied and leaned back so that her head was now on the edge of the table in front of me. She looked at me. I looked over at Graham. He was still blending into the crowd but always making sure that he had a good view. 

"Honey, would you like to kiss her?" Joy asked me.

"MMMMM Yes, I would very much." I replied with a big smile on my face. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against hers, my tongue splitting her luscious lips and exploring her mouth. Denise lay there kissing me with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to Joy and the rest of the bar. 

When I pulled away, Joy looked at me and asked, "Does she taste good?"

"Yes, very." I licked my lips and sat back in my chair. 

"Let me see how she tastes." Joy said with a grin. "Denise, lift your legs up and spread wide open for me." There was a buzz again from the crowd. Several single guys and two couples sitting close leaned in to see Denise's sweet shaved pussy. Her lips were full and swollen and her clit standing tall and firm. By now there was a bigger pool of her juices on the table and a wide trail leading from her dripping slit. 

Joy leaned in and at first flicked her tongue all around the outside of her pussy, and the inside of her thighs. Then Joy pushed her tongue to that spot where the juice was drizzling down just between her ass and pussy and flicked it there. Denise reacted immediately. It would not be long before she would again be at the edge. 

Joy looked up and over at Graham. She could see from where she was sitting that his cock was long and hard and his breath was short. Joy turned back again and dipped her tongue deep into the well of juices. Denise screamed. Another buzz started in the crowd. 

Joy devoured Denise's pussy and brought her to the edge of orgasm. But she stopped again keeping Denise from enjoying the release. She looked up at me and asked, "Would you like Denise to suck your cock?"

"Oh yes," I replied and stood, unzipping my trousers. I looked over at Graham as I pushed the precum covered tip of my hard cock against her waiting lips. Her breath was fast and she anxiously swallowed my cock and sucked with wild abandon. 

The evening's events had had a great effect on me and within just a few moments, my balls tightened up and my cock exploded in Denise's mouth. I pulled from her as the second and third stream covered her cheeks, and lips. I directed the fourth stream over to her beautifully exposed breasts and managed to land on her hard right nipple. 

My cum drooled from her mouth and she was in somewhat of a catatonic state of pleasure. I looked over to a somewhat uncomfortable Graham. But, he didn't move. 

Joy smiled and asked if that felt good. She was licking intermittently as she talked. I could hardly say, "Oh yes."

When I answered Joy stood up and undid the belt on her wrap around dress and let if fall open first and then from her shoulders to the floor. Her hard strap-on sprung up and the crowd instantly reacted with both gasps and laughter. She stood there with Denise spread open in front of her, cum drooling from Denise's mouth and covering her face and breast. 

Joy grasped her big faux-cock firmly and moved in close, pushing its tip in between Denise's dripping pussy lips. She now asked the crowd, "Should I fuck her?" 

The crowd roared their approval and with a quick flick of her hips she drove the cock deep into Denise. That took Denise over the edge and she began to buck in a long and intense orgasm. Her hands were again pulling and twisting her nipples as she bucked. 

Joy pulled slowly out and pushed in again beginning a rhythm. Slowly at first. She looked at one of the single guys and silently commanded him to approach. He stood and moved toward Denise's cum covered mouth, he seemed to know the command that Joy was giving him and he pulled out his hard cock and slipped it between her cum covered lips. 

Joy fucked harder as Denise sucked this stranger's cock and within just a few minutes, he pulled out and showered her with a huge load, covering both breasts, up into her hair, and onto her face and her already cum covered lips. Joy's rhythm intensified. She looked at the next gentleman and he responded as well, standing and slipping his hard cock between her cum soaked lips. 

His load was quick and deep in Denise's mouth. She sucked and swallowed everything, along with my cum and the cum of the second gentleman now left on the shaft of the third man. He pumped her mouth full and not a single drop oozed out. 

By now, Joy was driving the dildo deep with her hip movement. The events sent Denise into a hard deep orgasm. The action of the smaller dildo deep in Joy sent her over the edge as well and the two bucked and bucked to the crowd's now loud cheering. 

As Joy pulled out and sat back down in total exhaustion, I motioned to Graham. The crowd seemed surprised as this gentleman stepped from the shadows of the crowd and walked quickly over to his wife spread on a table in a club in London. 

Graham paused when he came to the table and Joy reached up and unzipped his pants and pulled his very hard cock out. She swallowed it down and sucked for a few moments and then looked up, popped it from her lips and told him, "Your wife is now ready for your cock."

As Graham looked down, he saw Denise's juicy pussy gaping open wide from Joy's fucking, her face and breasts covered with the cum of three men he'd never seen before and cum drooling from her mouth.

He pushed the tip against her hard clit and drove his cock deep into her frantically fucking her. Denise instantly lifted up her hands again and cupped her cum-covered tits and pulled and twisted her wet nipples. She licked her lips and looked up at her husband as he pounded his cock into her well fucked pussy. 

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" the crowd started to chant.

His motion became stronger, his balls bouncing against her ass as he pounded his hard cock into her. 

"FUCK ME GRAHAM!!!!!" Denise screamed. "PUMP ME FULL!!!"

Just as Denise said it, Graham's cock exploded deep into her. He could hardly continue to look at her as they both exploded in a wild bucking orgasm. As he drove deep into her and filled her full, she massaged the stranger's cum into her beautiful breasts and licked it from her lips. She bucked as wave after wave consumed her. 

After their orgasm subsided, he pulled from her and a rush of his and her cum pooled out onto the table. Joy leaned over and licked and sucked the last drops of his and her cum from his cock and then tucked it back in his pants and zipped him up. He was too stunned to do it himself. 

I reached a hand out to Denise and helped her sit up then helped her to her feet. As she stood on her week legs, the cum drooled down the inside of her thighs and dripped down onto the floor beneath her. The crowd was applauding wildly. She put on her blouse and Joy put on her dress and tucked her strap on back under the dress. 

With cum covering Denise's face and visibly dripping down her stocking covered legs, the four of us walked out of the club and onto the street. At the door, we met a couple who stopped abruptly in their tracks and gawked at the cum dripping from Denise's mouth and face as we walked by.

"Care to join us at our hotel?" Joy said as she smiled at Denise and Graham.

"Yes, please." Denise responded immediately and took Joy by the waist and pushed toward a waiting cab.



Denise



As usual I found a Motel behind the strip. It was discrete and comfortable and, best of all it was a place where I could take a man back to without having to answer any questions. I often went to Atlantic City just for the action on the tables and in bed. There I was standing at an empty Craps table. I was not playing but had got myself into a conversation with one of the Boxmen. He was a good-looking guy of about twenty-five with a ready smile rather than the rather greasy attitude that casinos tend to encourage. I had only been discussing where I came from and so on when the game started. The Stickman started pushing the dice to me and I put my bet on the Come. I have always liked the way that it's possible to come hundreds of times a night on the dice table! The first half-hour found me a couple of hundred down but the game was starting to build up on both ends. The dice must have passed a good few times round before I got a real taste of a roll. With the point on four and the dice hot in my hands the roll went on and on. I quickly recovered my losses and tapped nearly a grand win from the roll before I Seven-outed and my luck was at an end. I had picked up a visiting card from the motel as I booked in. When I had a moment after my roll I scribbled "3 am in the lot." on it and gave it with my tip to the Boxman. He saw the card, winked and called the next point. I left the table and moved to the Blackjack. It was about one in the morning and so I had two hours, if of course he showed up.

He was waiting in the parking lot by a battered red T-Bird that had seen better days, but not this decade. He was dressed in 501's and a T-shirt and wore the same friendly smile that he had on the table. We exchanged names so I found out that his name was Ron. He gestured to the car but I suggested that we take mine.

"Any good bars?" I asked as we walked to my Mercedes.

"Oh, I know a few, it depends on whether you want to be seen or not." He replied.

"I don't care as long as the atmosphere is lively."

We drove about ten minutes before finding the bar. It was pretty empty but the bar area was full and the music was loud.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Dangerous question." I said. "But if you want to put me in my slot then I'm thirty in a couple of weeks. I'm old enough to appreciate a straight approach!"

We chatted about this and that and avoided the trap of discussing Craps and money! After about an hour and three Margaritas we drove back to my motel. Ron was the best looking guy I had ever found in City. He was tall, casual and blonde. I had started to flirt in the bar and the drive to the Motel was an exercise in me trying to fend him off enough to drive but not enough to slow him down. We rushed long the balcony walkway to my room and entered. 

As soon as we were in he started to undress me. He had large hands but they were slow and sure. I tried to get his jeans off but he blocked me and told me to wait. He took my clothes off slowly and gently. I began to get really turned on when he cupped my breasts as the bra came off. Gently he stroked my nipples erect before he moved lower down. My cunt was wet with impatience before he finally had me naked. He slipped a finger in and stroked my clit for a few moments before offering himself to be undressed. In my state, speed was of the essence. It was only a few moments before his erection was standing free of restriction. I cupped his balls with my hands and bent to take his cock between my lips. His prick jerked and his thighs clenched, so I slowed the action and led him to the bed. First he smoothed my breasts and belly with his hands. Then he raised his lips and kissed my breasts, finally sucking and nibbling on my nipples. His tongue felt rough on the sensitive skin of my nipples. His lips smooth as he tweaked them erect and then rubbed them with his thumbs as he cupped my breasts with my hands. He fucked me gently from the front and then turned me onto all fours to take my pussy from behind. As he steadily shafted me I suddenly had a sort of mental rearrangement. It is difficult to explain the way that sex can take you over and then leave you in the lurch. For a few moments as he came I remembered Gerald. He used to fuck me from behind for hours before wanking over my feet. I so enjoyed him servicing me because I could control the pace and be sure that the pay-off was easy. Then I realised that Ron was coming. I had completely lost my heat and had to fake coming. I sort of regretted it but I had to admit that even though I liked my sex strong and regular, the control was such a turn on. I fucked Ron twice in the Motel but now that I had Kathy in my head Ron's efforts stimulated but did not overwhelm me. If you hear a song on the radio that you cannot forget all day then you'll know what I mean.

I changed Motels the next day and played another casino instead but I did not pick another stud, as was my want. I slept alone and dreamed of a man who would lick my clit and ass until I had come a thousand times and then pay off simply by touching a straining cock with the lightest tickle of my toes. Have him attend my every wish and never worry that he may wander and seek another but have him wait with baited breath for my singular intervention. If I had a bad day I could give him hell without ever-wasting time making up; he would always be the one with contrition in his eyes. If I felt really bad I could thrash him or ignore him at my whim. I awoke hot wet and restless.

When I got back to my apartment I still did not feel relaxed but awaited my next call from Kathy as I pottered around. I did not leave the apartment, as I did not want to miss the next call and give a "Yes" immediately. Instead I watched my videos of old films and read up a few law books. I sensed though, that calling her would betray too much interest in her exploits. Even though I was attracted by her power I felt uneasy about pushing myself forward too fast. It was in fact two weeks after I had last met Kathy that she called. By that time I was almost at the point that I was going to ring her anyway.

"Hi there." She said. "How about tomorrow?"

"About what time?" I asked.

"Oh, in the afternoon some time I suppose. I'll send my driver for you."

"Since when have you had a driver?"

"Last week I hired him." She replied.

"See you then."

Click. Kathy put the phone down. I had long since put together the few legal books that I had figured that I'd need, but went over them again. I wondered what help she needed that could be so sensitive. Something to do with her hobby I supposed.

Next day a cab pulled up. I had never seen such a splendid yellow cab. It sparkled and shone. The windows were blacked out and the chequered pattern in red made it stand out from all the wrecks that posed as cabs here in New York. I stepped in, briefcase under my arm and was amazed. The driver was Sam, the same man who had given us a lift a month or more ago. On the way I found out that Kathy had offered him a steady job working as her driver. She had paid for the cab to be repaired a week or so ago and only let him drive her and no one else. Another victim lined up on the starting blocks I thought. Kathy's desire for domination was insatiable.

When we arrived I noticed that Kathy's Jeep was not there. Sam told me that she had popped out for a few moments on an urgent errand. He drove off and I let myself in. All was quiet. I wondered where to wait. I had not seen much of the house so I sought the living room. It was not difficult to find. I sat in a comfortable chair and prepared to wait for Kathy. Facing me were two TVs. One showed a typical mid-afternoon soap with the sound muted, the other was a monitor of some sort and was switched off. By me was a remote. I idly switched on the monitor. There was a picture of Pete's room. It was empty and the bed was striped. It had a look of disuse that was difficult to define. I pressed the channel button on the remote. I got a view of an empty triangular cell like those we had walked past a couple of weeks before. Flicking through the channels I saw three more cells, all bare of furniture with no windows. The next channel showed the outside of the house with four views on the one screen. My next flick of the switch showed an office with a huge desk with papers on it. Kathy's admin I thought. The next view was another bedroom. From the view through the window it faced the car parking spaces in front of the house. Stretched on the bed was Pete. He was chained down, face down, and his head was held in a harness that faced him forwards. Since the view was from the foot end of the bed I could see that his cock was strapped into a small black box with two wires leading out of sight. In front of his face was a small TV. Playing on it was a strange video. The video was of feet. Every few seconds the scene changed to a different pair. Either the feet were in spike heels or bare. Walking, crossed, rubbing together or stroking an erect cock. Each time the picture changed Pete thrashed for a moment and then was still. Then I noticed that sometimes the picture was Kathy's feet. The tattoo made it obvious. When this one showed Pete did not thrash around but stared at the screen in rapture. I quickly realised what was going on. Kathy was indulging in more conditioning. I watched the screen avidly, fascinated in Pete and his problem, which was obviously to control his erection to avoid being punished, unless of course it was Kathy's tattooed feet that were being shown. I was so taken by the scene that I did not hear Kathy until she spoke.

"Tsk, tsk my dear. Fascinating isn't it? What you can see is the next phase. I'm avoiding what I call the Gerald syndrome where the fetish can be linked to any pair of feet, like yours, but must be directed to my feet only. It's what I call a personal fetish. In other words only I can relieve his need."

For a moment I felt embarrassed by the fact that I'd been caught watching. "What are you doing to him?"

"Simple really." She replied. "The box is set to sense any change in size of his cock. As soon as it swells he gets a little shock to his prick. Unless of course it's my feet that are being shown. Then the box momentarily pulls his foreskin back, not enough to come of course, but enough for him to enjoy a moment of sexual thrill."

"He's going in the right direction." Said Kathy. "The next step is further commitment, but I haven't decided how to do it yet. Have you any ideas?"

I paused for a moment. I had been thinking and wondering what the next step would be but Kathy's method was difficult to predict. I was however, excited to be able to put in my input. "Perhaps something in the same line as when you removed all his hair." I ventured.

"Hmm. Not a bad idea. How about a permanent depilation." She replied. "I know a clinic where he could go and get it done. Or maybe we'd better have it done here. I don't want him to leave the house over the next few weeks so that maybe a better solution." 

"You're not suggesting that we do it ourselves are you?" I said.

I had had my bikini line done a couple of years ago and the work seemed a bit complex and was not comfortable. The TV still showed the tape running and the bound man was still not controlling his cock properly. I decided to change the subject.

"How long is the tape that he's watching?" I asked.

"About eight hours." She said. "But I don't do more than a couple of hours without a break. I don't want to render his prick totally useless. If I did that I would lose control of him."

We both watched the tape for several minutes, waiting for his responses. It seemed as though his responses to the wrong feet were muted unless they were massaging a cock. His pleasure at the pictures of Kathy's feet though, was undisguised. It was difficult to tell if he found the training a pleasure or a pain. But there was some pain!

"I like the idea of depilating him." Said Kathy after a few moments. "It's not too extreme and may help to mark him. At any rate he's been on the VCR foot treatment for a week now and it's time to make another move. Come along and let's have a talk with him."

We went up to the room where he was confined. There he was tied down. Now that I could see him from all angles I realised that he was gagged and had earplugs on as well as being tied. He had no idea that we were in the room with him. Kathy indicated with her hand that we should not show ourselves to him. The black box swallowed his cock and his balls completely. On it were two switches. Kathy pointed at one that was a knob that had five positions. It was set on the lowest.

"That controls the number of stimulations when the correct pictures come on. At the moment it's on the lowest setting, as otherwise he won't last the two hours. Later I'm going to work on his stamina as well until he finds it an effort to come unless the stimulation is 'just so', until then the lowest level is enough." She said. "The other switch has only two settings. One administers a shock if he gets erect when the picture is wrong. The other setting allows the box to physically punish him by gripping him with whatever type of sleeve I fit it. Here look at this."

With a small key she opened a drawer in the dresser. There were six rubber sleeves that had different types of studs in the interior. The number six had needle-like spikes. The number one only rubber studs.

"I've never used five or six but I had them made anyway. Who knows I may need them one day." She said. "To be honest I like the electric shocks. They don't damage him and are really no worse than touching an electric farm fence."

At the rear of the drawer were a row of six wooden boxes each was about eight inches long and closed with a little clasp. I didn't ask what they were at the time but I guessed that Kathy was prepared to train women as well as men. Kathy closed the drawer and locked it tight. She then turned off the video with the remote and started to undo the bindings that held Pete down. She did not take off the box that confined him though. I could now see that the two wires were actually a single cable and a steel wire that was fixed to a ring on the bed. When she had done with the chains and gags she helped him sit up. He was a little stiff from lying there for two hours.

"You are a good little boy for me Pete." She said to him. "Would you like some relief now? Or maybe you'd prefer to save it up until you could come for me?"

Pete did not hesitate. "Now mistress if you would. I can prove my devotion."

Kathy clicked the knob on the box to four. "You have only been saving for four days my dear. That means only four strokes. But since you've been good I'll help you a little. With that she slipped a foot out of a shoe and put it on the bed between his legs. You may touch my foot when I say."

With that she clicked on the remote again and said "Now." The box murmured a moment and Pete stroked Kathy's foot with his hand. Then he arched and came as Kathy knocked his hand away.

"Very good. You're devotion is perfect. I love you with all my heart."

Pete grinned at the praise and said "I love you too my mistress. Please let me serve you."

"Not now my darling. I have work to do." You can go to your room now and I'll speak to you later." Kathy then released him from the box and waved him out of the room.

When he had left the room Kathy started to tidy away all the chains and gags. All of them were locked in a closet that was full of restraints and canes. When she had finished she stood for a moment looking out of the window.

"You noticed my driver?" She asked.

"You mean "Good Time Sam"." I answered laughingly. "Your next slave?"

"No, I mean not yet. He's too useful. Over-sexed and over sure of himself as he is. I have a new project in mind, now that I'm well on the way with Pete. I'm going to change him, but not into a foot slave. That comes later though. Pete is taking up more of my time now and I also need to think of a correct training mode for Sam."

"Let's go to my office." She continued. She led me to the room with the desk. She rifled through some documents for a few minutes until at last she drew out a folder. On the front was written "REPORT Subject - PT" in large type. She tossed it over to me. Inside were a mixture of grainy photos and type written pages as well as photocopies of other documents. It was a private investigator's report on Peter Temple. From the photos I could see that Kathy had had a PI investigate Pete from top to bottom. In fact the reports and the detail of his every move and breath showed that Kathy had investigated Pete with almost illegal thoroughness. 

"This is where I need your help," she said after I had flicked through the papers. "I plan to give all the money in these and these bank accounts to his wife." She indicated some statements from the Chemical Bank in New York. "I've already put some more money in the accounts from an untraceable source. I want you to draw up the documents that will, with Pete's signature, allow her access to the accounts. You see here and here," she pointed "He has been squirreling away money for the last five years and the account names are his only."

"His wife does not know about them then?" I asked.

"I think not. Anyway she has no access. That's your job." She replied.

"According to this he's got over $110,000 in the accounts." I added.

"Most of it though is mine." She laughed.

"OK then I'll draw up the documents. I may need to take him to the bank though. His signature may not be enough," I said.

"There's no need for that really I think. But if there is I'll take him and make him sign in the bank." She said.

"It'll take about two days to do."

"What's the charge?" she asked me.

I thought for a moment and then replied "Nothing in cash, I'll tell you in a couple of days."

Kathy led me to the front door where Sam was waiting in his cab for me. He drove me home in a way that showed that even if his cab was the smartest on the road his driving was as bad as all yellow cab drivers.

It took two days to find out how to get Pete's wife's name onto the accounts. Not too complicated but unfortunately it would require Pete to go to the bank. Kathy did not seem put out by this when I phoned her, but simply said to bring the forms over right away and she'd fix the rest. When I went round there Kathy was waiting for me. In the room were a man and a woman whom I didn't know. She flicked through the forms herself, gave them to the others without comment and ushered them out. When I asked her about them, she told me that they were P.I.'s and that they'd sort out the whole affair. With her money she simply got what she wanted.

"Look at this." She said as she turned on the Video screen in the sitting room. There was Pete on the bed again in the usual position. The film was playing again and the feet were passing before his eyes. After two more days and countless hours he was getting almost no shocks. Obviously Kathy was succeeding in bending him to her will. I noticed that when Kathy's feet were shown they were always explicit. They massaged a huge cock and occasionally made it come.

"Good isn't it?" She asked. "It's not a real cock at all. It's a specially made prop."

"It's amazingly realistic." I enthused. "Isn't it a little on the large side? Imagine having that enter your pussy, it would really fill you up."

"All part of the conditioning really." She replied. "It has to look good, and anyway all the films have to be different and I could not find enough real cocks to jack off to make the film. Would you like to see the next refinement? In about ten minutes I have another guest."

We sat for five minutes watching the film before Kathy led me up to the bedroom where Pete was. There she untied him and told him to get dressed. As he was doing so Kathy started in a pleading voice. "Pete, could you do me a favour? I love you with no pubic hair. But every few days I have to get it off. Let's take it off permanently."