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Dreams Can Come True

By: heartsanddaggers



The little things in the story are the actual truth, but the events are not real. And this is my first time posting a story, so please be kind. Name also have been changed on here. This also isn't your just screwing kind of story, so if that is what you want, you are not getting that from this story and all characters are over 18.

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"Nick, I hope you know I love you with all my heart. No one can change that. I was dumb for never seeing how much you care about me, and how much you need me." That was all that Angie said, that was all she needed to say to make my heart melt. I put my hands on her sides to pull her closer to me, next thing I know her hands were playing with my hair while we looked each other in the eyes. My heart was racing because it did not matter if she meant what she said or not, this girl was my world. While in my thoughts I got interrupted by her face just inching closer to mine, my mind processed what she was going, so I kissed her lightly pulling her in close to me.

"Nick wake up!" I awoke to my dad yelling and shaking me awake.

As I yawned and groaned a little bit I wanted to just die. Not only because I had to get up for school but because I never wanted that dream to end.

You may be a little clueless on Angie, so here is some things about her you should know. She is around 5'5 in height, she has bleached hair with some black in it. I usually don't like hair like that, but she is just so gorgeous to me to care. Her smile is to die for, and she is the nicest girl ever unless you make her mad. I just hate feeling like this for her because we are only best friends.

I got lost in my thoughts and realized it is 6:00 am. I have to be ready by 6:45 to pick her up so we can go to school. I got out of bed and got in the shower. For a few minutes I just let the water run down all over my body, partly because I was too tired to move and as always I was thinking about her.

When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and went into my room and picked out what I was going to wear. All it was, was black sweatpants and a black T-shirt. I was too tired to try and look good on a Monday. I got dressed and grabbed my phone and unlocked it to see the usual good morning text that I loved oh so much from her, I texted her back saying I was on my way.

I grabbed my bag and started to walk out and told my dad I was leaving for school. When I got in my car I hooked my phone up to the radio, and I turned on Slipknot. They were the best band ever to be, hands down.

ten minutes later I pulled into her driveway and honked the horn and just waited. Lone behold she came out of the house and I just looked at her. She never did the most with herself but the way she wore the skinny jeans she had on and the Band T-shirt she had on, I just loved how she always looked, she never tried too much. When she opened the door and sat in my car, she was listening to her IPod and since everyday she does that, I just drove off, because it is too early to be all happy, and talkative, at least for us.

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As I pulled into the parking lot we got out of the car and I decided to walk her to class today, because we do not have any classes together sadly.

"Soo.. How was your night?" I asked

"Oh you know, same as usual. Hardly any sleep and bad dreams."

" I wish I could have made them go away, you deserve to be happy and not upset ever at all to me."

She said nothing to that but she did smile, God how I did love that smile of hers. I would do anything to see it.

"Hey Angie!" Said Mike

She had the biggest smile on her face and ran up to hug her boyfriend.

"I missed you so much." after that sentence she had kissed him.

Now me, I don't know why but usually the sight of that makes my blood boil over, and my heart races and I just want to leave, so that is just what I did. As I walked away I told her I will talk to her later and all she said was okay, and continued to be all over him.

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All throughout the school day I could not concentrate, the whole scene kept going through my head and all it did was making me feel so sick and angry and just so destroyed on the inside. As I sit through my last class of the day, I wasn't as hurt, but it still sucked so to say. This was the best class to be in when I was upset because my friend Anna was in that class, she was one of the few people I could tell everything with.

"What is on your mind Alligator?" Anna asked with a smile.

Just with how she said that made me laugh a little, she just knew how to break the ice.

"What makes you think something is on my mind?"

"I am not stupid Hun, so spill the beans."

So I kind of went on a rant.

"No one can treat her like I do, no one could care about her like me. I would never raise my hand or voice to her. I would tell her I love her not to make her fall for me but because it is actually true. I know I have done bad things to people in a relationship before, but I think of just her, and everyday I just want her more. But every time she is with him or anyone else, I feel like my heart is being ripped out an I hate the feeling."

She replied saying "You can not make her love you or be with you. You will find someone who will feel like that about you. I do not know who it will be, but it will all work out for the best, everything will be okay."

She gave me a hug and all I said was I wanted it to be with her. But She was right, I can't force anything. I felt my phone buzz to see that Angie said she did not need a ride home. I knew it was cause Mike is going to take her home. So as soon as the bell rang I walked to my car and left as fast as I could.

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Me and my Dad are pretty much the same kind of person, so we could pretty much tell if something was up. He knocked on my door, and I knew why, so all I told him was that I really did not want to talk about anything.

I knew it was crazy to act all mopey just because you did not have the girl of your dreams, but I felt as if I needed her. I grabbed my phone and texted Angie to tell her I was not going to school tomorrow, so she would have to find a ride.

"What is wrong" She asked.

"I just do not feel well, that is all."

"Well I hope you feel better."

"Me too, imma go to bed, night, love you."

"Love you too!"

I hated how it was a friendship love to her. I went into my bedroom and just laid down on my bed.

I plugged my headphones in my phone and put them in my ears and listened to the saddest songs I had, and played them as loud as I could, and I just closed my eyes and at some point in the night I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to a text message. I looked at what time it was, it was 3:00 am. I saw that the text was from Angie, all it said was, "Could you come outside and we talk?"

"Right now? It is late."

"I am already outside your house anyways, you either come out here or I go in there, and you know I will."

I got up, and realized I fell asleep in the clothes I wore the previous day, so I walked out and went out the front door knowing that my dad was the heaviest sleeper known to man.

When i walked out, I just saw her sitting on the steps, so I went to sit next to her. When I looked at her face I saw that her eyes were red and swollen, so at that point I knew she had been crying.

"What is wrong?"

She had a hard time talking because she was trying not to cry.

"I left Mike."

Deep down I am yelling hell yes! But since I did not want to upset her even more, I did not show signs of being happy about that.

"What did he do?"

"He was with me to try and get in my pants, hell he said he never even cared about me." 

She started to cry, harder as the minute went on, I was trying to comfort her, so I put my arm around her and just let her cry. I held her close to me and she laid her head down against my shoulder.

All I said was "Do not talk, just listen please. If he does not know how amazing you are, he is nuts, and he is missing out. You are perfect and deserve the absolute best." In my head I was thinking that I wished I could be the perfect one for her.

I saw her looking at me, so I looked at her.

"What did you just say?" She asked.

"Oh Shit, i did not know I said that out loud." I thought to myself.

"You should go home and sleep, you have school tomorrow." I said as I just lightly kissed her cheek.

"Do you think you could give me a ride still, please?"

It was hard to look at her and say no, so I told her I would.

"Thank you." She said and gave me a hug then left.

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I woke up at 6:15 am and looked at my phone to see she did not text me this morning, and honestly I felt my heart sink just a little. Since I wasn't going to school that day I just laid in bed till about 6:40 and drove to her house to get her and it was like any day, her listening to her music. 

When we got to school she asked if we could talk for a minute.

"Sure" was all I said as dull as anyone could say it. And honestly I had a hunch at what she wanted to talk about, and I really did not want to talk about it.

"So listen, I am not as dumb as you think."

I interrupted saying " I don't fucking think you are, so don't assume, damn." Right after I finished that sentence, I regretted it.

"Angie, I am sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Go ahead please."

She was just looking at me, "Anyways I know what you said last night, and I just wanted you to know that for so long I wished you were the perfect one for me." 

I looked at her, and I swore I probably looked like she just slapped me in the face. "What?"

"You heard me, Nick. I just don't want to ruin our friendship in case it went wrong."

Looking down I told her that I understood. It hurt to hear her say that, that when I went to swallow it even hurt.

"But the more I think about it, the more I do want it, I know a girl asking isn't conventional, but do you think we could try? I mean we have been so close for so long. Plus we have to start somewhere if we want to get married in all black, and at a graveyard."

We both smirked because we both randomly made that up one day. I remember it too. We were at my house, and just talking and we both got so hyper and she just randomly said "we are going to get married in all black, and everyone has to be in black."

And me being my dumb self, I replied saying "Yes, and it will be in a graveyard!"

She giggled and said "yes, for sure!"

Getting back to reality I said, "I would love nothing more than to start now with you." 

She leaned over towards me and kissed me ever so lightly that it actually tortured me and said "I love you so much, Nick." I thought to myself for a minute that maybe dreams do come true.

"I love you so much too, Angie."

She smiled and at, and I just looked her in the eyes, and thought of how perfect this moment right now is and how I wish she did not have to go.

But she opened the car door, got out, shut the door and left and walked into the school.

When she disappeared I smiled to myself for a minute because is was so amazing and relieving to know that now, he can call her his.

To be continued...

Dreams Can Come True



Sarah was at a party at her best friend Erin’s house. It was very late when it ended, so Erin invited her to stay the night. She was tired, and gratefully accepted. The couch in the living room pulled out into a bed, so she planned on sleeping there.

Sarah didn’t have anything to sleep in aside from the mini-skirt and tank top that she had worn to the party. She decided to use this opportunity to flirt with Erin‘s very hot younger brother, Dave. She knocked softly on his door. “Hi Dave. Do you have a shirt that I could borrow to sleep in? You wouldn‘t want me to catch cold, would you?” she asks, running her hands down her body, reminding him how little clothing she has on. His eyes follow her every movement. Without taking his eyes off her, Dave finds a clean shirt and hands it to Sarah. “Thanks,” she says with a smile. She kisses Dave on the cheek and goes to get ready for bed. She gets in bed lying down on the left side of the bed on her back, as she always does. When she closes her eyes her head is turned to the left and her left hand is next to the pillow.

Once everyone should be asleep, Dave quietly creeps down the stairs. He stands in the doorway for a minute to watch Sarah sleep. He says to himself, “Look at her. So beautiful and peaceful. I have to let her know how I feel . . . tonight.” He carefully makes his way to the right side of the bed. Slowly, he lifts the covers and slides into bed next to her. He lies on his left side, propping himself up on his arm. With his right hand, Dave reaches over and turns her head to face him. Her body automatically shifts to adjust. This startles Dave and he quickly withdraws his hand.

Slowly Sarah opens her eyes. She is happily surprised to see Dave. He looks guilty and nervous. She is about to say something but Dave puts his finger on her lips as a way of asking her to be quiet. She smiles to show her compliance. She looks into his eyes and sees that they are full of lust. She understands why he is here. Before he can remove his finger from her lips she kisses it, to show him she understands. This makes him smile.

Dave rests his hand on her cheek. He uses his hand to explore her face. He runs his fingers through her hair and finally lets his fingers trace her mouth. Then he lowers his head and kisses Sarah.

At this point Dave begins to lose his nerve. He breaks off the kiss and moves away. Dave has always been very shy, especially around women, and has never had a serious girlfriend. He doesn’t want to offend Sarah, but he has never wanted to be with a woman so badly before. He hangs his head and, for the first time, he looks ashamed. Sarah slides over to him, lifts up his chin and kiss him, sliding her hand around to the back of his neck. He gives in and lies down on his back, glad to not be in control. With this understanding she kisses him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Dave enthusiastically kisses her back. She runs her left hand up and down his torso a few times before pulling Dave to a sitting position so that she can remove his shirt. Then she quickly removes hers.

Dave pauses again, shy at the sight of her bare breasts. Almost in slow motion he lifts his hands to touch them. Her nipples have already begun to harden. He lowers his face to kiss first one breast, then the other. He spends several minutes kissing and sucking her breasts while she holds his head to her chest.

Sarah slides her hand down his body until she reaches her prize. Dave's cock is hard and straining against his cotton boxers. She rubs it through the fabric and he pauses his suckling to sigh in pleasure. She presses firmly on his chest encouraging him to lie down. He helps her to remove his boxers. She kisses the tip of his hard pole, savoring the salty pre-cum that has formed on the tip. He sighs again, a little louder. She quickly removes her panties and straddles his face, putting them in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy is hot and wet and she needs something to keep this boy from waking the rest of the house. Dave had never eaten pussy before, but he is a quick learner. He eagerly licks up and down her pussy. He tongue-fucks her hole and licks her clit while she licks and sucks his cock. From the excited state that Dave is in she knows that he won't last much longer if she continues sucking his cock and she desperately wants to fuck him. 

Even though she is close to cumming she pulls away from his face. She grabs her purse from next to the couch and frantically search for the condom that she knows is in there "just in case." She finds it and puts it on him. She kisses Dave as she mounts his cock. They both moan as he slowly penetrates her. It feels so good and so right that she doesn't want to move. Slowly she rides Dave's cock, savoring every sensation. After a few minutes she begins moving faster. She kisses Dave and he massages her breasts. When he comes so does she. Reluctantly she pulls herself off of him, removes the condom and disposes of it. Then she lays down next to her very worn out, happy, lover.

When Sarah wakes up in the morning Dave isn’t with her. The condom has disappeared too. She can’t be sure whether she dreamed the previous night's events or not. She also can't find the shirt that she had gone to sleep in.



Dreams Can Come True



Hi, my name is Dirk. I'm pretty average guy, who is a courier for the county I live in. I not married just a single. I don't date much, I do flirt with the girls on my route, but other then that not much else. 

A lot of the girls on my route are married, but this one girl on my route is sooo hot I couldn't help but flirt. Her name Alisha. She's been married for a long from what I heard, had two kids, and was kinda a homebody. But I just couldn't help myself. I flirted for months and months with her, but she never really gave me any kind of sign. I wanted to be with her sooo bad, but I just didn't think she'd go for it. 

Well after about a hundred tries, I had finally kinda gave up. But then one day I was at one the stops I delivered to and was talking to this girl named, Nellie. Nellie was like a really good friend and she knew of my feelings for Alisha. Well I walked in and Nellie started motioning me over.

"Hey, Dirk what's up?"

"Notta. What about you?"

"Well..."

Nellie motioned me over closer into her office.

"What's up with you and Alisha?"

I was kinda dumbfounded because there was nothing going up between Alisha and I. So I was a little confused. I hadn't really talked or flirted with Alisha in about a week or two. I sat down in a chair next to Nellie and began to listen to the gossip.

"Well, Alisha and I talk as you Dirk. Well she said about a week and a half ago you just stopped talking to her and was acting mean to her."

Well I had stopped the causal talking and not been by her office in awhile. I had not been mean, just standing my ground.

"Well I have stopped talking to her, but god Nellie I haven't been mean to Alisha."

Nellie lend back in her chair and began to smile. Rubbing her chin, she began to tell me her thoughts on this matter.

"I think Alisha likes the attention, and now that you've stopped she's starting to feel like... I don't know, she's starting to notice she might have feeling for you. She's noticing that she's feeling a little empty."

I was shocked, Alisha had always said, things like, "I'm married." But she always had this little smile as she said it. I didn't really, think this was happening. Nellie was telling, me how Alisha, cared? I was stunted. Nellie laughed as I was setting there freaking out. Nellie continued to explained that Alisha ad always secretly, held something in her heart for me. 

I could handle it anymore.

"Your telling me Alisha, loves me?"

Nellie laughed out loud.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say love, but I think she'd definitely not shoot you down if you tried again to get with her."

I was stunted, I was trying to get my head together. Nellie pulled me by the arm and started to push me out the door of her office. 

"Go Dirk. Go on she's waiting for you."

"Yeah right Alisha's waiting for me."

Then the look on Nellie's face and feeling I was getting said it might not be a bad idea to hit the road to Alisha's stop.

The whole drive up all I could think of was Alisha, but then it hit me. Nellie could just be playing with me. I decided to check up on this little feel Alisha had for me. I called Nellie before I got to Alisha's stop and told her to call Alisha and tell her if she even wanted another chance if she was for real she needed to show me some kinda sign. Nellie asked confused.

"What kinda sign?"

"Anything Nellie, just use your imagination."

With that I hung up. I really didn't know what kinda sign.

I got to Alisha's stop and entered through the back door like always. Dropped off the first package, then head toward Alisha's office to pick up stuff across from her. The door to her office was open, but I didn't hear anything. I peeked in and there wasn't anyone there. I went to my drop off spot and there on the basket hung a sign, "Dirk come to the storage room, I need you take some things, to the next stop."

I almost fainted when I saw the sign. I set my stuff in the basket so I wouldn't forget it. I then moved to the back of the building, there on a door back to itself was the word "Storage" on a mounted sign. I opened the door hesitantly, The room was about the size of a normal bedroom. I could hear movement, and I called out.

"Alisha?"

"Dirk back here."

I shut the door behind me and I moved toward the back of the room. There was Alisha standing looking at me, she wore a nice black dress about down to just below her knees, not tight, but well formed to her body. She looked at me then began to move forward.

"What do you want from me Dirk?"

I did not know, I felt very deeply for Alisha, and I did want to be with her physically, but I didn't want to say, " I want to fuck you Alisha." Before I could even answer she lend forward and kissed me deeply. I had the feeling of her, pulling me into her through her mouth. I felt my cock beginning to come alive very quickly. 

Alisha pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. Her face was framed with light brownish black hair. Her Hispanic background showed in her eyes even though her hair lacked the jet black coloring. I lend forward to kiss her again, but she pulled back more.


"Do you love Dirk?"

I didn't know how to answer that, I didn't know what she wanted. Then I remembered what Nellie had said. Alisha did not love me, but she felt something, so I began to play on it.

"I do not love Alisha. I care for you. I want you, but I do not love you."

The look on her was shocked, but then as I moved forward to kiss her, she did not move. She began to breath very heavily while we kissed. I could feel her arms begin to wrap around me and embrace me. I too began to embrace her, but my hands slowly moved down to hold her ass . 

She made a little sound I can't begin to describe, as I squeezed her tight well rounded firm ass checks. Her tongue began to lash around my mouth even faster. She began to kiss at my cheeks and move to my neck licking and sucking. I was very glad I had shaved that morning, the skin of my neck was very sensitive, after a good shave. I could hear Alisha moaning softly, while kissing my neck. I moved my hands around to the front of her body, I gently rubbed the mound of her pussy, through the cloth of her dress, I could feel warmth radiating from her pussy. 

She pulled back quickly and looked very flushed. The neck line of her dress was low but not low enough to show tits. But the skin of her chest that was normally light sandy tan, it was now red.

"We can't... you know. Not all the way...okay?"

Alisha words kinda struck me as odd, I thought at first if we did have sex then what just kiss. But Alisha set on the edge of a large box, and began to lift her skirt. I knew what she wanted the moment I saw the black curly hairs of her neatly trimmed pussy. She looked at me then down at her pussy. I lowered myself to between her nicely shaped legs, her feet were exposed through the sandals she wore. Her little bright red toes nails, made me want her even more. 

I looked into her pussy, thick outer lips, and a nice bit of black hair just above the rosy red clit that just barely peek out of it's hood. I just pulled the clit hood back with, my thumb. She quivered, as I moved closer to look at her clit, now fully exposed, bright red like her toes, and standing completely erect. I guess it stood about a quarter inch, the hood hid it well. I breathed heavily, on her clit and she let out a deep breath she must have been holding. I gently kissed the clit, breathing in deeply the moist warm wet smell wayfaring up from her pussy. Even through the outer lips the smell way intoxicating. I pulled away and using my thumbs opened the lips the reveal a smaller redder set of lips. I looking at her pussy, then up to her face. Her head was tilled back and her mouth hung open as if the feel of my body so close to body was like heaven.

Lick lend my head do even lower and extended my tongue, to probe the area just between the pussy's bottom and her asshole. Then slowly as I could I licked up into her pussy. It was hot! Hotter then I think I had ever felt, on a girl. I could taste the juices of her body as they leaked into my mouth. That was now try to cover and suck her while pussy at once. I continued the lick up over her clit, and she let out a deep loud moan. 

I began to circle the clit gently touching her body lightly as I could with my tongue's tip. She began to let out little quivering moans. I did my very best to eat her pussy to the best of my skills. After about five minutes, she began to try and pull away. I knew she was close to cumming, I was not going to let her go that easily. I grabbed around to her ass and pulled her pussy even closer to my mouth. She tried to object but I keep up the motions of my tongue. 

"Dirrkkk...no! Stop it... feeeels tooo good!"

Then I felt the gush of hot liquid jet into my mouth. I drank until she could hold still, and there was nothing left to come out of her pussy. The taste was a mix of pee, and...I don't even know, but it was making my cock leak, like a sift. I needed something, but I had never thought of Alisha, sucking cock.

I stood and began to kiss her, but she put a firm hand on my chest.

"What are you doing?"

"I was going to kiss you. Do you not like the taste of your own pussy?"

"Yes, but don't you want some relief Dirk?"

With that she stood and began to lower herself to her knees. I quickly, pulled out my now fully erect and leaking cock. She took it in one hand and began to kiss the precum off the tip. The feel of her soft hand, holding my cock and the little sucking kisses were driving me crazy. I knew I wouldn't last long after she engulfed it all.

"Oh Alisha...I've wanted you since I first saw you."

With that, Alisha, inserted my cock deep into her moth. The warmth and wetness made me moan out loud, which in turn caused Alisha to suck and lash tongue around my cock even more. Alisha tried to talk to me around the cock in mouth.

"I never told you but, I saw you when they were training you. I wanted you bad!"

After about three minutes Alisha had taken me in, I began to cum. I thought she would pull away or just spit it out, but she began to try and swallow my cock even more. Only a bit of cum, leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She licked it into her mouth as she stared deep into my eyes. She licked me clean and put my cock back in my jeans, and zipped me up. She stood and turn back to the box she reached to the far side and handed me a pair of black cotton panties, wet and smelling strongly of her pussy. 


"For you."

I took the panties in hand and looked at them, then up at her. She lend in and kiss me deeply, the taste of my own cum and the taste of her pussy mixed, and began to make a exotic sexy taste. She pulled back and turned to pick up a package.

"Here is the package you need to take to, Dora. The panties, are for you, when you need me."

I stood there stunned was that it, were we going to do this again?

"Well Alisha, when can I see you again?"

"Silly. Dirk you'll see me tomorrow."

I smiled greatly, thinking of the pleasure of her body again, but then she said something that blew me away.

"Dirk, not that. You'll see me just like you have for the past few months."

I was crushed. I would have dragged the pussy eating out for twenty minutes, had I known we'd never be together again.

Alisha reached out and gently, touched my face.

"Dirk we can't do this too often. People will begin to think things. I'm not going to leave my husband and kids. I care about you, and want to be with you, but I had a life before I meet you. I can't just abandon my family. I well find away to see you!"

With that she gave me a soul shacking kiss, and pointed toward the door, motioning for me to go. Before I left, she did ask for my number, and told me to be prepared at anytime, to get together. I smiled and left the room. I got my stuff and left to go to the next stop. 

Before the end of the day Alisha, had called on my cell phone and told me that I was great, better then she had had in a long time. I found out that she had gotten pregnant at seventeen and had to marry the guy. She told me that if we had met before she was pregnant she wouldn't have given me the time of day. But age and experience had taught her that, even though she was married, one lover on the side who understood the situation could be very, very fun! 

I learned quickly, just within one day of having a dream come true, that if I did as I was told, and stayed cool I could Alisha for a long time.



Dreams Can Come True



Lets see. Sweaty palms, dry mouth and butterflies in the stomach. Fear. All symptoms present and accounted for. To help dispel the nervous tension, I got up and walked around the hotel room one more time. It hadn’t changed. I checked the camera – still fully charged. Then my watch one more time. Five minuets. Five minuets and either one of the best nights of my life will begin... or one of the greatest disappointments. Will she come? Will my electronic stranger, my horny Sheila take that final step, run the ultimate risk? 

She of the dirty words and hot ideas. The hot wet pussy and the tight brown ass. The siren who wanted me to cum in her mouth and ass. We had met two months ago, exchanging hot erotic emails over the net. A secretive Indian girl with a straight?laced family... who logged on secretly, late at night, to talk dirty with a stranger. To ask for photo’s of his cock and his cum, and delighted in the idea of being wanked over. 

 Upload: If you choose to upload your story, it should be uploaded as a plain text file with a file name ending in ".txt" if possible. If your story has bold or italics and you need to upload a MicrosofWhat was I doing here? But… how could I not be. An attractive, horny girl was making promises my body and mind could not resist. Should I be guilty? My partner would be upset and distraught by what I contemplating… but then again, she was not helping her cause. A strong?minded Cantonese widow who liked vanilla, rose tinted, romantic sex. Anal sex was a total no no. Oral sex? She loved it. Being on the receiving end – and would lie for hours with her legs open... but so plainly disliked giving me that pleasure, that it lost its appeal. She may have reluctantly sucked my cock, but would not entertain the idea of letting me cum in her mouth. Speaking to her about sex was difficult, almost impossible. To her, sex was fundamentally “dirty”, and although I knew I could demand, or even force her, it was not me. I was not that kind of person. Her attitude was if I wanted that kind of sex, I should find someone else. She meant on a permanent basis, not the temporary one I had in mind.

Just excuses? Maybe… but I had known that kind of sexual relationship, had enjoyed that kind of sex. I suppose it was also the seat of my attraction to Asian/Indian girls. My ex had been a dark eyed, warm skinned, Indian girl who had shared all my sexual awakenings and almost half of my life. She was ten years gone, and I missed her on a daily basis. A wound that would not heal, an itch I could not scratch. A memory that grew stronger with the passing of time. Now, under the pretext of a ‘boys’ night out’, I had booked a hotel room and anxiously awaited her arrival.

t Word (.doc) or a Rich Text (.rtf) file, you can do so, but you cannot preview it online and it may take slightly longer to be posted because we must process .doc and .rtf files manually. If you have questions or concerns, pleaI paced the length of the room. My nervousness grew as the appointed time drew closer. Would it have been easier to find a prostitute? No… not that. I have nothing against the professionals, the working girls. On the contrary – I have paid for sex, very good sex, before now. But only after I had got to know the girls. Thai girls worked red light bars during my time in the army. Over time I had come to know a few, over the weak drinks they skilfully tempted out of us. I have never, despite my best intentions, managed a one?night stand, or a cold transaction of money and fuck me now. I suppose it is a matter of confidence. I needed to know a person, develop that confidence I needed to sleep with them. It sounds trite, but I am shy around women. Fear of failure? Fear on not meeting expectations? I don’t know how else to phrase it. So why was tonight going to be any different? Sex is the most vulnerable, trusting thing that you can do with another human being. And Sheila was a stranger… but no, I knew her innermost thoughts. I knew she wanted to feel a cock in her ass, and enjoyed the taste of semen in her mouth. I knew that the idea of photographing her naked body, taking pictures of her having sex turned her on… A knock on the door, and my heart was in my mouth. My knees felt weak and I stumbled in my haste to reach the doorknob. A deep breath. Open the door. The grainy, electronic image had done her a disservice. Young, a little over half my age. Her eyes, large and dark, four inches below my own. Slim, fit looking… altogether daunting. Any anticipatory erection I had developed awaiting her arrival was long gone. Long, straight hair and an engaging if slightly nervous smile. She was gorgeous, and without thinking, told her so. The smile grew broader, and a dimple appeared.

“Thank you.” An eyebrow raised quizzically. “Are you going to let me in.... or do we start in the hallway?” 

“God! Sorry... please...” and waved her into the room. Idiot! I cursed myself. Stop apologising. Stop sounding like a moonstruck teenager. There was a momentary hesitation, magnified by my own paranoia. Stop thinking so much! She stepped into the room, brushing past me. A delicate scent of exotic femininity filled my nostrils. She scrutinised the room. I saw her nod as she spotted the camera. From behind I studied her tantalising form. The short black dress, slim legs and firm curve of a shapely behind. My lost erection stirred. I bit back the desire to speak. To ask her why she was here. She was here to be fucked, just like she said on the net. Don’t jinx it. Don’t scare her away. Don’t blink in case she vanishes in a puff of smoke.

She turned, arms wide, with a “what do you think” expression. I broke my recently formulated rule and risked one more clarification.

“You really are quite beautiful”. The subtext, of course, was 'are you really sure that this is where you mean to be?' That dimple appeared again. God – how can any sane man argue with a dimple!

“Thank you once again.” Her voice was quiet, but quite distinct. Educated, controlled. “Are we going for plan A, B or would you rather have C?”

It took a moment for my befuddled mind to sort out what she referred to. I hope I did not blush. Being forward and horny on a keyboard is not the same as standing a few feet from sexual perfection. She had asked me to tell her what I would do if this night happened. What would I do if we ever met?… and I had formulated three scenario’s, confessing that I was unable to choose between them. Plan A involved her dropping to her knees, while I pulled out my cock and fucked her mouth. Plan B would be her bending forward over the bed, while I lifted her skirt, pulled down her pants and had her from behind, cuming in her ass. Plan C was a personal favourite. It required her to masturbate to orgasm for my viewing pleasure.

“Plan C” I spoke without a seconds hesitation. Another dimple, and a shake of the head. “I would have put money on plan A.”

“All in good time.” And I fought the urge to leer. It was only just starting to dawn on me that this was really going to happen. This beautiful girl was going to share her body with me, fulfil my wildest fantasies. If the gods were having a laugh at my expense, I was starting to think that it was already worth it. This girl had given my two months of pleasure and delight without me leaving my keyboard… a bolt of lightning now would seem like fair exchange.

Sheila slipped out of the short coat and sat on edge of the bed.

The already short hem of her dress rose up, revealing the length of smooth brown thighs. I almost had a heart stoppage. She wore stockings! Admittedly they were the hold up type, no garter belt – but god! Whoever invented tights should have been strangled at birth, or least put against a wall and shot for crimes against mankind. Her hand helped her hemline higher and exposed the skimpy, pale lace and silk knickers. They seemed to glow, contrasted against her rich colouring. She smoothed her palms over her inner thighs and a little hesitantly, lightly stroked a fingertip over beautifully, full curved front of her pants, tracing the cleft of her sex. Looked up at me through lowered eyelashes. I snapped my drooling jaw shut and tried to imagine a calm, appreciative expression. And probably failed miserably.

“I’ve never done anything like this before...”, her voice was quieter, deeper and defiantly teasing. I looked up into her face and found her expression as unfathomable and inscrutable as any fabled oriental. The educated, English accented words from her had developed a throaty quality that her original greeting had lacked. I nodded dumbly. If sex had a sound, she was it.

“It’s really very strange… but I’m so wet already. If you touched me, I’d cum.” She breathed huskily. Hussy. But she was clearly enjoying herself.

My resurrected erection was now distending the front of my trousers uncomfortably as I struggled to find words that would sound sane and reassuring. I probably sounded like I like a village idiot about to have a stroke.

“Take you time… show me your breasts… those nipples you told me so much about.”

She pouted, and glanced pointedly at my groin. The instinct to cover the bulging front of my trousers was hard to resist, but I managed it.

Her left hand never ceased its gentle stroking, as she used her right to slowly slip the shoulder straps down and reached awkwardly behind her to reach the zip at her back. I started forward to help, but a commanding shake of her head stopped me. As the top of her dress loosened, it lowered, and bared the warm brown swell of her small, firm breasts. She wore no bra… please see comments about tights. As promised in her emailed advertisement, her nipples were tiny, dark chocolate in colour. Good enough to eat.

She caressed herself, a circling thumb catching on the hard nub of her nipple. She spread her thighs wider, the incessant stroking harder, firmer. She made a production of caressing the stocking clad thighs and kicking her tiny black shoes off.

“Are you just going to stand with your tongue hanging out?” Ouch.

“Sit.” And pointed with a jerk of her chin to one of the rooms upholstered chairs. 

“Show me your cock. Show me how hard you are.”

Her voice was teasing, but with a discernable edge of hunger. A little self?consciously I pulled the chair over and sat facing her, never once taking my eyes off her. The action of her ever?moving finger traced a damp groove in the front of her pale knickers and I was hungry for more. Reluctantly I unzipped my trousers, and shoved my hand down inside my underwear. Men do have this habit of holding themselves, it’s kind of comforting I suppose, a habit. It felt especially good when aroused... and I was extremely aroused. She slipped a finger under the edge of knickers, touching her pussy directly and she let her expression show the pleasure it gave her, even as she shook her head.

“Uh uh. Show me. Show me your cock. Wank for me.”

I pulled myself free of my pants with a familiar reluctance ? fear of judgement? Women may feel it unfair, but they do not have the graphic display of potency and sexuality that an extremely visible erection involves. A disappointed look, an amused smile… and it’s all over. Most males, unless unusually blessed, live in a world of fear that the might be less than adequately endowed. Most women are well aware of how conscious we can be about our cocks… but often lack the empathy of just how it feels, and what damage they can do to delicate male egos. A kindly or admiring word can do wonders for their sex lives. My sexy Sheila’s early emails included a request ? “How big is your cock – I love big cocks. Send me a photo.” She will probably never know how much fear surrounded the honesty of my answer, and the trepidation went with my attached photo. I berated myself for not exaggerating. Six inches fell well short of the eight that filled any erotic stories or hard?core videos. Her reply had been awaited with a mixture of hope and a fear of ridicule. She proved to be not only a beautiful, but also a clever, person. Kind words and a compliment to the effect that six inches was more than adequate and that she wanted the pictured cock buried in her body.

Sheila rolled her eyes. She was fingering herself, but the action was hidden by the damp strip of her knickers. I must have made some kind of noise, because her gaze focused once more upon me. She eyed my rock hard erection and then glanced down between her thighs. She smiled serenely, and withdrew a shiny wet finger, and held it up, displaying it to me.

“See how wet you make me.” She teased, before touching it to her pursed lips, and lapped at it with her small pink tongue. This time I heard my groan.

“Aah… show me. Show me your pussy.”

Her left hand eased the material aside, and I had my first real time, real life look at her pussy. I have never yet managed to express the strength of attraction, sheer pleasure that the sight of that magical piece of flesh between a woman’s thighs gave me. I guess that we are genetically programmed to find them irresistible. Its not only me… males have an almost fatal, lemming like urge to throw themselves at the female sex. Loving husbands risk their wives and children. Powerful men and successful politicians risk their reputations and careers and fortunes for a sniff of pussy. 

Sheila had the power to strip men of their wealth, their families and their dignity. Did she realise that? Do any women really appreciate that? A butter smooth, warm brown gold, full lipped groove. Not an unsightly hair in sight. Her, oh?so?lickable labia looked swollen, a gleam of pink inner wetness tantalised invitingly. Mesmerised I watched her replace the recently licked finger to the slick groove. She rubbed it gently over the apex, parting the lips to caress the hooded nub of her clitoris. Her eyes rolled up once more, her mouth hung slack. I watched as a tremor ran though the length of her body.

“Oh baby… oh yes… I want your cock in me..”. Action matched her words, as she drove two fingers deep up into her vagina. Her body jerked, and she was into her stride. The hypnotic sight of her writhing body, splayed out thighs and her wrist blurring as she vigorously finger fucked herself.

Fuck plan C – plan A was suddenly very imminent. I lurched up out of the chair, awkward with my open trousers. Her words, already rendered incoherent as she gasped and grunted, were stifled as I pressed my aching cock into her waiting, open mouth. I grasped two handfuls of her long dark hair and pulled her deeper onto me. I could feel her body shaking under the onslaught of her busy fingers, as she spluttered and gagged on my throbbing length. I came almost at once, spurting into the very back of her mouth, and I could feel the pulsating action of her swallowing desperately. I was hunched over her head, jerking manically, emptying myself into her. Her snorting, choking noises got worse, until I hurriedly pulled back, my semen and spit smeared cock slipping free of her lips. A trickle of diluted semen escaped from the corner of her mouth, until a skilful swirl of pink tongue recaptured it.

She was still gasping as I pushed her over backwards onto the bed, legs sprawled out, wide spread, two fingers still buried deeply between the lush lipped cunt. I hurriedly pulled my shirt off over my head and stepped out of the crumpled heap of my trousers. She gazed up at me, all wide eyed, slack jawed and heaving chest. She continued to finger herself as I knelt on the edge of the bed, between her wide spread thighs.

Roughly, I grasped her legs behind each knee and raised them, her sticky fingers slipping free and reaching for my rock hard, well?lubricated cock. With her knees virtually on her chest, her pussy was an enticing, wet lipped groove of pure sexuality. I reached under the firm swell of her bottom, gripped the waist of her knickers and forcefully pulled them off her hips and along her raised thighs, over the bend of her knees and off her ankles. I would have liked to pause and admire the exposed, vulnerable beauty of her cunt and newly exposed dark whorl of her anus… but I knew that having cum, I had to keep fucking through the lull that follows ejaculation. Her fingers found me, wrapping around the base of my shaft and pulling me down towards her cunt. My cock was extremely sensitive, making me gasp as she rubbed me along the hot cleft of her pussy, before stuffing me into the mouth of her hot, grasping, vaginal opening. Keeping her knees together, virtually resting on her breasts, I pressed into her, one long deep lunge that had me buried deeply between her fat lipped slit. She grunted appreciatively, an “uh!” of expelled air. Her cunt gripped me firmly in its hot wet grasp, and I could have remained there an eternity, dieing happily in her embrace. Instead, I began to thrust back and forth, pulling almost entirely free of her, before plunging deep once again. Hard and fast, keeping my hardon past the post?climatic phase. Her hands now grasped her bum cheeks, pulling them apart to add a few my millimetres to the depths I could plunge. I also recalled an email about how she loved thud of swinging balls against her anus. I had my head down, hands on her knees, looking down at my pale, veined cock thrusting between the warm brown lips of her sex. I could see the mouth of her vagina, a moist pink ring that gripped my shaft, moving back and forth in sympathy. I parted her knees, and looked up her exquisite body to her face. She was rocking her head from side to side, mouth in constant motion and I struggled to make sense of the noises she was making. “Oh baby... fuck... oh yes… fuck me… fill my cunt…”. Ok, I could live with that,

An achy knee urged a change of position, and I collapsed forward, over her, her thighs parting and wrapping around my waist, and I buried my face into her shoulder. I slid my hands under her ass, raising her, and found my fingers against the burning knot of muscle of her anus, already very slippery with her flowing pussy juice. I gently probed the wrinkled muscular ring, marvelling at the heat I could feel. Doctors do have a point with their love of rectal thermometers. The grunted “Do it” rang in my ears, and ever happy to oblige a lady, I slid my forefinger into her asshole. Past the second knuckle and her whole body lurched and shook, her thighs tightening uncomfortably around me. 

Having cum in her mouth, I was in that kind of detached, mechanical phase. I was aware of her body’s motions, trying to find the points that made her react. I was aware of the tight, pulsating grip of her anal sphincter around my finger, how she reacted a slight change of angle to my thrusts. Secure that my hardon was going to last, with no urge to climax again, I free to start playing with this delicious body. I rose onto my elbows and gazed down at her beautiful face. A woman never, I repeat never, looks more beautiful than when she is enjoying the feel of your cock inside her body.

I kissed her for the first time, and I swear she came, with my cock, my finger and my tongue inside her. Or maybe she faked it… men don’t really care – as long as they don’t know. Women often find this odd, but men are happy to be lied to. Successful (even less successful) prostitutes have exploited this since time immemorial.

I took hold of her wrists, and made her suck her aromatic fingers, then stretched her arms to the sides, as it on a crucifix. I had come across the odd female pleasure in gentle restraint, and Sheila seemed no different. She moaned and writhed happily beneath me, body heaving to meet my thrusting cock. I stretched her arms up over her head and found her equally responsive. Her exposed armpits, and their wisp a silky hair gave me a mild insight into that particular fetish. 

This had been going on for fifteen minuets or so, and my body was staring to protest. I slowed and finally halted, cock deep inside her, and lay my head upon her heaving chest, toying with those dark and delicate nipples. The crushing grip of her thighs relaxed, and we lay quietly for a while, savouring the muscular grip and occasional squeeze of her cunt, each time I twitched my cock. She continued to whisper and mutter complimentary, horny words of encouragement. 




Dreams Can Come True



Having caught my breath, my second wind, I rose up onto my knees once more, simply enjoying the sight of her. She took the opportunity to remove the sweaty, twisted rope from around her waist, the crumpled remains of her black dress. I took the time to caress her thighs and flanks, those firm, warm hued breasts. Touching her body and smooth warm skin was a sensuous delight impossible to put into words. It twitched my muscles, making my cock leap inside of her, and she responded in kind, her vaginal sheath squeezing back. We played the inane game, laughing with simple minded delight for a while, before the urge to make her moan came over me once more. I rolled her onto her side, and started to slide back and forth in her warm clinging embrace, enjoying the view, half pussy, half ass. Her buttocks were smooth and wonderfully firm. Quite irresistible. I fucked her slowly now, enjoying the sight of my penetration of this beautiful, sexy young woman. The tempo grew slowly, relentlessly. I eased her over, onto her stomach, struck once more by just how sexy her ass was. 

“Oh yes…. Baby, fuck me like a dog… fuck my ass.” 

Holding her hips, I raised her onto her knees. Rear entry has always been my favourite position, the view of a sexy ass, the taut rim of pussy… and was pleased that she did not struggle onto her elbows or onto all fours. Instead, she arched her back, face on bed, as I slow fucked her from behind. Her bottom was wonderfully smooth and firm, cool to the touch, compared to the wet heat my cock was engulfed in. The darker, shadowed groove and tight knot of her anus was impossible to resist, and I pressed a thumb into her, feeling that odd sensation of my cock only a thin membrane away. I helped with a large dollop of saliva, moistening and stretching her muscular ring.

I was almost motionless, as Sheila was now forcing the pace, her body sliding back and forth on my impaling cock. I was content to let her get on with it, simply enjoying the sight of her tight cunt working back and forth upon my ridged length. Her movements gradually speeded up, until any semblance of rhythm dissolved into a series of wild jerks and buttock clenching spasms. “Fuck… cuming… you make me cum… oh Baby… oh”

The irresistible combination of her words, the cool firm curves of her buttocks in my hands, her clenching pussy and the hot anal sphincter made me suddenly aware that my detachment was fading. As her climatic throes subsided, her words stilled, it was her turn to catch her breath. I eased out of the warm embrace of her cunt. She made an unhappy, mewling sound, and a hand flapped around as if to stop my withdrawal. She started to twist over, but stopped suddenly when I also popped my thumb out of her anus, and pressed the tip of my cock to the opening. I spread her butt cheeks with my hands and pressed deeper. “Aah… aah… aah” she moaned, the frequency rising as I forced her sphincter wider. There was no hungry thrusting back to impale herself this time, and she actually moved away… with nowhere to go. Despite the loosening action of my finger and thumb, and the copious lubrication of pussy juices, she was tight… extremely tight. No sudden lunges this time, just a slow, steady pressure forcing myself deeper, ever deeper into the furnace of her asshole. She collapsed forward, face down on the bed and I went with her, to end up lying along her back, my cock sliding inexorably deeper. I withdrew slightly, then slid back, starting a slow fuck into her raised buttocks.

I nuzzled the back of her neck, then whispered into her ear.

“Where is my white cock now?”

“In… in my ass… aah!”

“What kind of cock?”

“A hard… hard white cock… uh“

“And what kind of ass?”

“My… uh… my brown… my tight brown ass… oh god… oh god, you feel so big!”

Clever girl. Ever want a happy man? Tell him he feels so big! I fucked her with a slow, steady tempo. I felt her hand down between her thighs, under her body, touching herself. She came again and despite the tight grip of her ass and the pleasurable motions of her body beneath me, I knew that I was not going to come. I needed a little more visual stimulation than the back of her head. Nothing like a quick blowjob to slow things down. I stayed inside her as I rose to my knees and rolled her over, swinging one long thigh awkwardly across my body, until she lay panting on her back, thighs spread, cunt exposed above my embedded hardon. Now I could watch her slack jawed expression of pleasure, admire those beautifully proportioned breasts and… 

“Show me your pussy, spread it for me, finger it.”

She complied eagerly, treating me to the full glory of her exposed sex, sliding fingers into her honey filled hole, flicking the swollen hooded clit and spreading the inner lips. The subtle hues from slick brown outer labia to the delicate pinks of the inner surfaces... a beauty impossible to capture. The erotic vista and the added lubrication of trickling pussy juices were having their effect. I began to fuck her ass with more urgency, the build up to climax a mere matter of time. Her fingers, deep in her cunt, rubbed against my cock… what a wonderful sensation. Her eyes widened with delight as she noted my increased tension and tempo.

se contact us and we'll be happy to help.You may “You’re going to cum! Oh yes…. Oh baby cum in my ass…” Her free hand reached down, trying to grip my slippery shaft, and they were enough to bring upon my crisis. I struggled internally to hold it up, increasing the tension, the pleasure of ejaculation. She was now fully concentrating on me with a wide?eyed wonder.

“I can feel you… You’re cuming… Cum in me baby… Cum in my ass…”

And so I did. The intensity of a second climax, held for as long as possible, can be intense… and this certainly was intense, much to her evident delight. Groaning and grimacing I collapsed onto her, cock jerking and spurting deep in her ass. She loved it, cooing and cuddling and I confess I hammed it up a bit. Men tend to suppress orgasm to such and extent, it can be more of a disappointment than a pleasure. Annoyed when they finally loose it, and that the demonstrations or orgasmic delirium that women seem to love so much are largely an act for their benefit. We all like being lied to a times.

We lay entwined for a long time, and eventually my wilting cock slipped ignominiously from her. I stirred, sleepily, content to remain in her embrace forever. It could not be. Forcing myself to move, I eased off her warm, inviting form.

“Shower.”

“Hmm… “ she seemed equally content to lie immobile.

“How about a soapy finger up your ass?” I tempted. That got a sleepy reaction.

“I’d rather have a soapy cock.”

“Don’t be greedy – and get that tasty ass into the shower.”

She yelped pleasantly as gave the ass in question a light slap.

choose whether readers can vote on your submission or not. If you choose to opt out, your submission will nI followed the wriggle and jiggle of her bum into the shower, and my cock twitched with renewed life. God… she was one red?hot piece of ass!

The shower was fun. It gave the opportunity to run soapy hands all over her body… particular attention being paid to her pussy and ass, not forgetting those wonderful breasts. The shower was big enough for one of us to kneel at a time. I nearly broke my neck when she wrapped a leg around my upper body, and then tried to get the second one up there with it – my own fault, as sucking on her swollen clitoris seemed have that effect. For her part she sucked me back to a sizable erection, but I feared she might down if she carried on for much longer, and stopped things long before completion.

Dry, clean and most of the sexual tension gone from the air, we retired to the bed for a bit of kissing and cuddling. I ran my hands over her body incessantly, unable to tear myself away. It was pleasant, relaxed. We were horny, but satiated and in no great hurry for the rematch, content to enjoy the moment. I couldn’t help my curiosity, and asked the question that had been at the back of my mind ever since this assignation was first discussed.

At first I thought that she was not going to answer me, but eventually she sighed.

“Why am I here?” A thoughtful pause

“It’s hard enough being hit on by every male I meet… the temptations are great. I like sex, I like orgasms and hard fucking… but I can’t trust them. I’ve had it happen. Nice guy. Trusted him, believed him. Had my wicked way, then I’m hearing off friends how he goes round telling his mates what a great lay I am.” 

A flash of anger, and a deeper hurt.

ot be eligible for the monthly prizes. It is your choice.Notes: You may include any special instructions in the Notes field. These comments will not be shown on the site, they will o“Chatting to you... Well, it was different. You’ve done most of the things I’m still dreaming of doing. Going around boasting clearly isn’t your style. You have too much to risk. More than me.” She gave a level, hard?eyed look.

“I’m not looking for a relationship. I just want fucking. You want the same thing too. And you’re safe… I guess. You’ve been open with me… maybe too open. But it worked this time. I’m trusting that you are no mad sadist stalker type – and I don’t think you want to hurt, or leave your Chinese girlfriend.”

She lifted herself up onto one elbow, her hand fumbled for my erection, tightening around me. 

“I like hard cocks… cuming in my mouth. I want dirty, hard fucking sex and I have to be very discreet about where I find it.” She began a slow masturbatory movement up and down my shaft.

“But your biggest plus was telling me how much you wanted to take pictures of me. I loved that idea. I frigged myself silly just thinking about it, the camera flashing as you cum in my mouth... fill my ass.” She raised her head and glanced over at the table. “Speaking of which… how about it?”

“Filling you ass or taking photos?”

“God! Don’t you just hate decisions like that?”

“OK baby, show me what you got...” I mimicked, pouting like some stereotypical, seedy glamour photographer. She laughed, spreading those silken thighs wider still, the glistening lips parting invitingly. The flash illuminated the shadows.

“Fingers, baby. Give me some finger.” I crooned inanely.

It seemed hard to hold the camera steady, watching her delicately stroke herself. “Hold it there, poised at the opening...” more serious now. I wanted no blur of movement. She grimaced and pursed her lips. “Stop? You mad? Two good frigs and I’ll be cuming!”

“No temper tantrums now. Be professional!”

She pouted beautifully but obediently froze the fingers, tips poised at the coral pink mouth of her vagina. Flash.

“Give me some more… hold it.” Flash. “Lovely”.

“Now all the way… ooh yes.” Flash. “Hold it…” Flash.

I stepped back, and studied her frozen, incredibly horny pose, finger deeply imbedded inside her arched body.

“Hold the pose... but lets see some expression… think about the biggest cock you’ve ever had…”

A dreamy look of rather intense physical pleasure convulsed her features. Truly a delight to behold. Flash. Flash. Flash.

nly be read by the webmaster before posting the submission on the site. If you used the volunteer editing program, you should include the name of your editor in this box.  Approved for view     Editor's Pick     Contest Winner  No ContestHalloweenHoliday 2001ValenWe played around with the full gamut of erotic poses, but I insisted on at least one of each with a finger or two deep inside that delightedly cute pussy. So many girls pose for photos. They will insert vibrators, plastic toys and even root vegetable to their pouting pussies and assholes… but all too rarely a simple, erotic, finger or three. My knowledge of lesbian sex come form hard?core photography… do they never finger each other?

It was an intensely exiting session, and we both grew increasingly horny. I let her go twice, photographing her in the throes of a self induced orgasm. Wet thighs, swollen lips and glistening fingers. God she was beautiful.

My own rampant state could finally no longer be ignored. It was not easy, and I had to stop several times to let the imminent crisis of orgasm pass. She found it all hilarious and made little effort to help. I took a series of orals, lollipop licks, and the full series of a kiss on the glans to a breathless deep throat. Then her pussy, a similar series of pre, during and full length penetration from a variety of angles. She appeared to love every moment and claimed to find the whole process a total turn on. Having to hold a pose, my cock throbbing inside her while I tried to tease a series of facial expression out of her. She excelled at them all... most women do, I suspect. Innocence violated, satisfied temptress, lust fulfilled, bored slut or abandoned whore. She had them all. The rear entry shots lead on rather naturally to the anal session. 

I had her finger her tight, dark asshole, and photographed the loosening and lubrication. I had brought some jelly along for this very moment. I almost lost it again as my cock touched the hot opening. I ignored her amused taunting to let it happen, and her laughter at my attempts to cool my ardour. I managed to squeeze myself into her wonderfully tight opening, and managed to take a series of deeper and deeper penetrations. It was my turn to mock as she suddenly began to shake, and I felt her busy hand between her thighs, fingers at her pussy once again. My turn at mocking her lack of control did not last long as her sphincter tightened around me, her body jerking with her orgasm. No! I dropped the camera onto the bed, and gripped her slim waist, hands on her hips and was suddenly thrusting into her asshole with a frantic urgency.

“Oh... Oh… fuck… fuck… aaaah!” she grunted and gasped nosily, and I groaned in sympathy, spurting deep in her ass. I managed to keep hold of my reeling senses, and slapped a firm buttock.

“Keep still… hold it a moment” and groped around for the camera. Cursing my shaky hand I managed to frame my pale, embedded cock. Flash. I eased out of her slowly. Flash. Flash. And managed to capture her beautiful, cock loosened, well fucked, brown asshole, seeping the money shot smear of creamy cum.

It was nearly midnight. Another shower, a hurried tidy up and we checked out of the hotel – sorry, change of plans! The concierge gave us a very dirty look. I drove her home and watched from the car as she disappeared into her family’s house. I sat there for nearly half an hour, not really being able to convince myself that it wasn’t all just a fevered dream. I drove home slowly, and remember nothing of the journey. I let myself in and crept upstairs.

My partner stirred sleepily as I slipped in beside her.

“Good night?” 

“So so… old mates ? you know what its like.”

The end.



Dreams Can Come True



I feel my nerves start to crawl. Did I really want to do this? Before I can back out, I knock on the door. They are expecting me and it is too late now. I couldn't even run to escape. They know. The door opens and I am asked in. Is it the last question I will hear for the day. The logistics and specifics are discussed; then fun begins. 

Before I can even stand up, I notice there are 3 really large men standing behind me. Before I can even think of what to do next, a pair of handcuffs and leg irons are slapped on me. Next comes the leather hood with inflatable bladders. Sound and vision are lost and the bladder forced into my mouth is also inflated. Two tubes inserted into my nose allow me to breath. Four sets of hands thwart any thoughts I have of running off. Stumbling I am led to what I assume is the dungeon. 

All my clothes are removed and I can feel leather thigh, wrist and ankle cuffs, belts, a posture collar, and a corset being put on me rather tightly. Some leather tube top is fitted on me that "shelves" my breasts and makes them stand out. I am sat in a sling and my arms and legs are spread wide and secured so moving is not an option. I am leaned back but not too much so I can't see when the eye covering of the hood is removed. Before me is a large mirror. The sling leaves the entire area from my waist down, which is exposed to the world, accessible for anything. There are 3 large, handsome men moving about. All I can hear are muffled sounds. One "gentleman" has a large sized, ribbed butt plug in his hand and he is moving towards me with a smirk on his face. In it goes, subconsciously accepted rather easily. 

For the first time I try out my restraints. They turn from their duties and watch me attempt to move. They are professionals and I am totally immobilized. I turn my attention to the mirror. The leather corset has my small breasts lifted and since I am not cold, my nipples betray my excitement. The men are moving about preparing my other events. Two nipple clamps are produced with bells on them. They are clamped to my breasts and he even gives them a flick so they jingle. The embarrassment is beginning but by no means complete. 

Now starts the shaving. A pair of battery operated clippers is buzzing in the hand of another "gentleman". The muffled sound of the clippers is getting louder as bits of my pubic hair start to hit the floor. I can see everything in the mirror. I am beginning to look like a little girl. Quickly he finishes and out comes the shaving cream and a razor. I can imagine the rasping sound of the razor as he shaves me clean. I try my bonds again but to no avail. They just smile. A woman enters the room carrying a case. She comes over, fingers my labia and says something I cannot hear. She then gets the shaving cream and razor and shaves me again. Just when I thought that was over! She then opens her case and produces a jar of black ink and other tools. She also smiles as she approaches me. She pulls up a chair and begins to paint my lips with a tribal design. The paint is cold and she takes a long time. Thrashing about is not producing any results so I just take it. Finally she stands up and is finished. From the butt plug to my belly button, I have a large, black tattoo. Just as she clears my sight, another "gentleman" appears with another clamp. This one is for my newly painted clit. It has a chain that connects to my nipple clamps. There isn't any slack in the chain and my hood is pulled up as my nipples are pulled down. What a sight. But they aren't quite finished with that area of my body yet. There is an open hole, they can place something into! Out comes a large dildo and it is placed into the only place they can put it. Plugged and painted.

The 3 men now place the other half of the sling across my chest and undo my right leg and right arm restraints. Before I can break free, they flip me like a pancake and re-secure me so I once again cannot move. So now, I am spread eagle, on my stomach, suspended from a sling, with my butt in the air, and my painted vagina still in full view. I hadn't realized, but the sling was attached to rails in the ceiling. I am slid down the rails like a side of beef. They move me to a bench type piece of furniture. This isn't looking good. I am lowered over it and re-secured again. My new position has me kneeling, with my ankles, calves and thighs restrained in heavy leather cuffs that are buckled and locked to the bench. My waist and chest are also secured. There are arm extensions built into the bench so my arms are out 90 degrees from my body, and my wrists, elbows and upper arms are secured in the same manner as the rest of my body. For my head, which is still hooded, there is a hole in the bench. They push my head into the hole and it is likewise secured by heavy leather straps. Needless to say, my 3 clamps are not happy with the situation and I am feeling that also. What next?

The air is released in the ear portion of my hood and I can hear. Everything sounds so loud now. Then WAP. My butt plugged ass is on fire. It seems as if I had been a bad girl and am getting spanked. This doesn't last too long though. The plug and dildo have a mind of their own and are trying to work their way out. The guys see this and out comes a belt with more buckles and locks. Now I won't have to worry about losing a plug or dildo. They are securely fastened, not going anywhere and even pushed in further.

My legs are now loose but only long enough for fish net stockings to be slid on and secured to a garter belt. Who would have guessed, but there are stiletto heels out there in size 12.

Time for a new position. Heavy chains are attached to my ankle and wrist cuffs and I am taken to a seat that looks like a saddle but there is a large hole in the middle. I am spread eagled again, but hat damn butt plug and dildo are removed! My joy is quickly replaced with fear when 2 large dildos are positioned even with my anus and vagina through the hole in the saddle. They are attached to some type of machine that repeatedly bores me like a drill. The machine is started and I am poked first in the ass, then in the vagina- over and over. Mitts are placed over my hands- as if I could do anything with my hands at this point. The mirror is repositioned in front of me so I can see what they are going to do next. I thought it hard for me to worry about anything else but I was wrong. Plus let's now forget about the bells and chains attached to my nipple and clit clamps. A stockade device is wheeled up to me as I sit on the fucking saddle. It has a hole for my head including the posture collar. The block of wood is at least 6" in height to accept the full length of my collared neck. It comes apart and the front half is wheeled in front of me and the back part is wheeled to my back. It is designed to fit in conjunction with the saddle. There are rings on the top, so the posture collar can be secured to it, rendering the person's head and neck totally immobile. A bad situation is going to get worse. The front and back pieces are brought together and secured.

My hood is now removed, but another inflatable gag is brought out, stuffed into my mouth and inflated before I can spit it out. I have a tube sticking out of my mouth connected to an inflating bulb.

A nose ring is brought out and squeezed together on my septum so I look pierced.

My "artist" comes back and with her case, begins to apply makeup to my face. Of course I can see everything with the mirror close by. She starts with the lipstick. Red of course. She paints my lips and they look pouty and full, especially with the gag tube sticking out of my mouth. She moves to my eyes. Black eyeliner, red rouge, red eye shadow, false eyelashes all make me look like a cheap slut now. She grins as she moves away from me but says "don't worry Honey; I'll be back in a bit. Wait until you see what's next."

I love my hair. Or I did. The men start to comb it. Then they braid it so tight, it feels like my eyes are pooping out of my head. I close my eyes for I know what is to come next, but I don't hear it. The pressure on my eyes is slowly released as my braid is separated from my head. All I hear is a shrink-shrink. The electric clippers were temporarily abandoned for the good old fashioned hand clippers. But once my braid is free from my head, though, out come the power clippers roaring to life. Each of the guys takes a turn making pathways across my head. They are careful though, to avoid the mohawk which is now taking shape in the mirror. My shorn head is appearing, along with a 4"tall strip of hair that is 2" wide from neck to forehead. They seem intent on having the mohawk stand out, so they bring out a new, higher pitched sounding shaver. A Remington. Now, my entire head, minus the Mohawk, is being cleared of any remaining bits of hair. Let's not forget the shaving cream and razor! The temporary white creamed looking helmet is scraped off bit by bit. This time it's a straight razor and deafening. A slut with a mohawk. But the hair games aren't over. After my head is shaved, the mohawk is rolled in red perm rods as tight as it can be, then the strip of hair is dyed bright pink. A slut with a clown mohawk. For the first time, I see the video camera. 

The woman appears with her case again. A new canvas for my artist- my shiny head. She pulls a chair over to my stockade, starts rubbing my shaved head and says "told you I'd be back. How do you like your new do? I just love the shaved look!" She takes out brightly colored dyes and starts working on my head. Trapped in the posture collar and stockade, I can again only watch as she works her way around my head. Colored images appear on my bald scalp. She asks the men if she can shave off my mohawk and they approve. She makes quick work of my row of hot pink curls, and for good measure, off come my eyebrows. She shakes her head and says "how careless of us to forget your brows! I can paint you some better looking ones!" She starts up on tattooing my head again. It seems like an eternity but she finally finished. She it pleased with her work of art and takes out a camera to capture the images.

One of the guys then moves towards with me with what looks like a gun. A piercing gun. He smiles as he grabs hold of my right ear and places 4 new studs up my ear. He then moves over and grabs my left ear and adds 6 new studs to that. Almost done he says! 

Slowly I am released from my stockade, chains, clamps, belts, dildos, bells, collar and gag. The nose ring stays, the dildos stay (still belted but hidden now), and the clit and nipple clamps stay. They are careful to keep me cuffed though. They dress me in shorts that couldn't be any shorter, and a shirt that says "Yes- THAT'S shaved and tattooed also, and I loved it." We leave the dungeon and they put me in a car blindfolded. The car stops and I am told, if I want to be released and allowed to return home, I must follow them as they shop and stop for lunch. What choice do I have? I have no idea where I am. I follow them for the next 3 hours as people stare and point at me. Public humiliation. The final step. Life doesn't get any better.



Dreams Can Come True



"I'm not wearing a bra." She softly whispered although they were the only two in the room.

"I know, Silly. I helped you get dressed........Remember!!" Her best friend and now matron of honor whispered back to her. "With this dress there isn't any way to wear one". The beautiful, ivory white, brocaded dress swept down from her neck to barely cover her full breasts, and left her smooth, tanned back totally bare. The heart shaped cutout in the front showed the beautiful inside curves of her breasts and swelled with the fullness that was restrained behind the top of the dress.

Smiling, with tears in her eyes, she listened as her friend told her to get still so as she could do the last touches on her eye make-up. She thought of the white horse drawn carriage that would take them to the small chapel in the woods where the ceremony would take place. The lake beyond the chapel would be its' normal shimmering blue that would be seen through the trees surrounding all the area.

Stepping back, her friend exclaimed, "NOW, you look positively radiant....so let's go see what a carriage ride is all about!!!!"

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The deep, low rumble of a voice saying "I'm here to see Mrs. Jenkins" caused her to look up from the nurses station into the fathoms of the deepest blue eyes that were staring down on her.

"Uh, Uh, Sure, I can help you with that," was all she seem to be able to say as she starred back and finally realized the he could see down the front of her scrub top. Quickly, she got up and went to lead him down the hall to Mrs. Jenkins room, and felt like she was acting as totally rattled as she felt inside. She told him that Mrs. Jenkins had just gotten there today, and that they had her all settled in and comfortable after the transfer from the hospital.

Bouncing back to the nurses station, she thought, "Humm, wonder if he noticed my bouncing when I took him down to her room." Then, almost gasping, she realized that she had worn her totally sheer bra, and he had, no doubt, seen down her scrub top. Muttering to herself, she knew that others had told her that they could see all the way to her nipples whenever she had worn that bra under her uniform tops.

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Blushing at the thought that he had probably seen a good, full impression of her breasts with her rosy pink nipples; she then remember that he had no ring on his finger.........so, maybe, just maybe, he was single. But, the never ending paperwork soon had her mind back to normal and other calls where there to also occupy her mind.

However, the occasional thoughts of his eyes and voice seem to keep her nipples hard and rubbing against her top whenever she had to hurry down the halls on the patient calls. The small town and nursing home didn't offer many opportunities to meet good dating material, much less anyone that could be a possible husband.

"I wanted to thank you, and let you know how happy my grandmother seems to be here." The soft, melodious deep voice interrupted her as she was bent over filling out a chart. Looking up, and then straightening up very quickly, she smiled back into those blue eyes that were smiling at her.

"Uh, Uh, Uh, we try our best to keep the residents here happy." She stuttered, as she knew that if he hadn't before, then he sure had a great viewing of her this time.

"I'll be down here every couple of weeks to see her, and would love to take you out to eat sometime when I'm down. If that's okay with you???" He said, while smiling at her and waiting for her response.

"Uh, sure.........that would be great. But we don't have many........actually any decent restaurants here." She replied, blushing, totally flustered and very aware of her nipples popping out as if they were determined to be seen.

"Well, there were some in a few of the larger towns about 20 to 30 miles from here.........I noticed them when I drove through to get here." He said, as if he didn't want to take her answer as anything, but a yes.

Nodding her head to agree with him, she took his outstretched hand as he introduced himself and held her small hand in his large one, as they stood smiling at each other. Finally, he had to ask for her number, so he could call ahead of time in two weeks when he planned to come down again. After giving her his business card, he asked if it was all right to call her in a few days to check on his grandmother.

"Uh, certainly........Sure, you can call me anytime. Well, that is, whenever you want to check on your grandmother." She seem to stutter as she was lost in the blueness of his eyes again, and doing flip-flops inside.

2

Despite having talked several times prior to the impending date of him taking her out to eat on a weekend, she was still extremely nervous and on edge the closer to the actual date. After the inital checking on his grandmother, they had chatted about everything else in the world and found a tremendous amount of compatible areas in their lives. From the times he would call and the length of their chats she was able to be fairly sure that he wasn't married, and didn't seem to be committed to anything or anyone other than his job at a bank. 

"Hi there!!! You look even better than I had remembered, and I pride myself on my memory." He exclaimed as he handed her a large bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you. Come in for a minute, while I put these in a vase." She replied, smiling back at him, and feeling her stomach doing sommersaults either from hunger or nerves.

"Only a minute." He answered back. "As I'm starving and ready to eat most anything..........Well, maybe, not nursing home food, but anything else."

"Great, I've got a Chinese buffet in mind for us to eat at......if that's all right with you." She timidly asked as they were going out the door. 

His casual attitude and acting as though they had known each other for some time helped to put her at ease, and his light compliments on her dress made her happy that he didn't know how many times she had changed before deciding on what to wear. Laughing and teasing each other about little things soon had her in a fantastic mood and more anxious than ever to make this a great date for him also.

Curiosity finally got the better of her and she had to ask, "What was the first thing you noticed about me???"

"WELL, there were TWO things that I definitely noticed about you." He admitted after a long pause.

Even as her nipples got hard and tried their best to make themselves very evident again, she had to know what he had noticed. "And they were???"

"Your gorgeous warm eyes, and that fabulous mane of hair." He said, as he smiled and looked over at her. "Why??? What did you think I would notice???

Laughing deliriously, she had to take a few minutes before she could even hope to answer him.

"Uh, I'll tell you later, but that wasn't what I was thinking."

"Okay." He laughed back. "But I'll hold you to that as you've gotten my curiosity up now."

As she stuffed herself with a second plate of the great seafood items on the buffet, he had to ask, 

" Where are you putting all that??? I swear, if you get another plate or other stuff, we'll have to call for a wheelbarrow to roll us out of here. That is, if they don't throw us out of here first for bankrupting them from eating too much. I'm a bigger person than you, and I'm having trouble keeping up with all that I'm eating..............so, where's it going??? They be verrrrry hoppy we don't eat here two or three times a week."

Giggling at his imitation Chinese accent, she wondered if it wasn't the plum wine he had insisted that she try with their food or just a moment of happy silliness. Finally, she had to tell him about the bouncing down the halls at the nursing home, and that is what she thought he had noticed.

"WEEEEEEELLLL, I definitely noticed that, but was trying to be a gentleman and not be too forward on the first date. But, since you brought it up.........we just can't have that, and will have to test your theory............So, go take it off!!!" 

"HUH???" was all she could say as she starred at him sitting back on his side of the booth.

"GO and TAKE it off, so we can know if it's true or not." He stated without blinking as he starred back at her.

Giggling, she starred at him for a minute and then deciding that he wasn't kidding took her purse and went to the Ladies room.

3

"OUTSTANDING............Absolutely BEAUTIFUL...........and you were right!!! I paid very close attention and there is a world of difference. Going to the Ladies you were bouncing all over the place and coming back it was almost completely gone. AND, not only that, but that dress seems to fit a lot better now."

With a giant smile, she was pleased that she had made him so happy and her nipples felt as though they were glowing under her dress from rubbing against the silky fabric of the dress. Standing when she had come back to the booth, he stepped next to her, and taking her in his arms, very gently gave her a full kiss while holding her body against him.

"I've wanted to do that since I first met you." He said, while still holding her against him.

Blushing she realized that several people around them were looking at them and smiling their approval of his and her actions. After stating that she was full and couldn't eat another shrimp, they left for the movie that they had planned on seeing.

During the movie without a thought she had taken his hand that was around her shoulders and moved it to where it was over her breast. After a bit, she realized he was very tenderly massaging her nipple and even lightly pulling on it during some of the more intense moments of the movie. Since it felt so good, she didn't say anything or protest when he switched and repeated the actions on her other nipple.

Driving back to her house, she sat next to him, and after a long, deep kiss that almost seemed like an oral examination of each others' tonsils; he had continued the nipple stimulation that had began in the theater. Although they didn't talk much during the drive back, they both seem more than content with each other and his rolling and pulling on her nipples.

"If I don't leave now...........I'll never want to leave." He murmured while still holding her after several very intense kisses once they had gotten back to her house. "But.........one last thing.........." Then he leaned over and kissed her nipples through her dress, and swore to call her the next day, so they could plan the next weekend.

TOTALLY wet and screamingly horny was how she felt, and thought, "Well, this was a most different and wildly unusual first date I've ever had." Rubbing her nipples, she was eagerly awaiting his call for the next date.

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Looking down on the glittering, sparkly "ROCK" on her finger, she smiled and through misty eyes told her best friend............"Yeah, let's go see what this carriage ride is all about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"



Dreams Can Come True...



After a long day tiring at work you're happy just to be home, walking in the front door you see a note on the table as you pick it up and read it you feel a little disappointed... the message reads...

"Hi babe, I won't be home 'til a bit later, relax and I'll see you soon".

Deciding to skip dinner you run a hot bath and open a bottle of wine, stripping slowly you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror dark blue, almost black eyes look back at you, running your gaze down your body you see a trim figure, nice firm breasts, not large but still noticeable... a light tan darkening as it reaches your long nipples. As your gaze drifts down you can just see a few wisps of pale hair peeking from between your thighs, as you look you feel a slight tingle... should you play first or wait 'til you've relaxed with the wine......

Bath and wine first you decide.... after a nice long relaxing soak you climb out and move naked to the bedroom... still wet you pull back the bed covers and pile the pillows up so you can lean on them... laying down you glance down your body straight in the mirror on the dresser as you've done so many times before when you're alone... you can look at your reflection and can see up between your partly open legs, you can make out the slight mound of your almost bald pussy... staring at you reflection you slowly run a finger over your mound and feel a quiver....

You wonder what He would think if He found out you did this when He wasn't around... you imagine Him walking it and finding you wet and naked on the bed... teasing yourself while you look on in the mirror... you feel yourself becoming more aroused at the thought, and can't help stroking across your mound again.... this time you part your legs more and now you can see your pussy lips, slightly red from the heat of the bath and glistening from your arousal, you run your finger down and over the lips feeling a stickiness there slowly you rub up again... this time slipping it just inside your pussy lips coating your finger in the juices... 

You feel your breath coming slightly faster now... look straight at you face you raise your finger to your mouth and slowly run your tongue around it, imagining He was licking across your pussy... you feel your pussy pulse and move your other hand down slipping a finger inside to find the just hardening tip of your clit... you flick your finger across it causing your body to jump... again and your body pulses as you gasp... 

changing hands you lick your own juices off your finger as you tease and play with your clit... faster and harder you rub wishing it was Him... wanting to lay back and have someone else use you so you could lose yourself in the feelings.... slowly you tease yourself until you can't stop yourself.... suddenly wave after of pleasure racks your body... a long low moan escapes your lips as you cum again and again... drained you fall asleep where you are...

Hours later you wake as you feel a hand on you... then lips lightly kissing your body... slowly you open your eyes to see Him... naked leaning over you... you glance down to see He is already getting hard... as you go to speak He stops you with a finger to your lips.... then He moves your hand up and quickly ties your wrist to the bed head.... with leisurely moves He quickly ties your other hand up... saying nothing He kisses down your body to your pussy...

One taste... He looks up at you and says "you've been bad... i'm the one that should have done that to you..." then He moves away... you feel disappointed until He returns to the bedside... this time He leans down and whispers "you'll have to be punished..." you're surprised as He slowly ties a silk scarf over your eyes... blindfolded you feel him move down your body kissing and licking...

He starts to tease and torment you... feeling Him touch and stroke you, not being able to see is pure pleasure... and pure torture!! Each time you come close to orgasming He stops... making you moan and He doesn't start until you've calmed down again... suddenly He stops and moves away... your moan is low and long....

Almost immediately he comes back... starts lightly kissing your stomach, up to your breasts... round each nipple before sucking them long and hard... shivers of pleasure hit you... all you can think is... "he's never done anything like this before..." again he kisses down to your stomach this time he doesn't stop... down to your thighs and down again... you feel a pressure on your legs and realise he's forcing them apart... he starts kissing back up the inside of each thigh...

You're trembling as he approaches your pussy... you can feel your juices almost flooding out of you... he stops... you feel his breath on your pussy so close... you want to scream for him to bury his tongue inside you, but you're scared he'll stop if you say a word... suddenly as he moves again pushing his tongue inside your wet hot throbbing pussy you feel pressure on the bed beside you!! 

The blindfold is ripped off you and you stare up at Him... past His rock hard enormous cock... He pushes it into your mouth forcing you to suck it... in ecstasy all you can do is take as much as you can in to your mouth... you try to look down and He stops you... you know He can't be sucking on your pussy!!

Your almost screaming with pleasure now... the unknown tongue is buried deep inside your pussy.... searching out your soaking hole... you feel it push inside... you cry out... you can't stop the orgasm... wave after wave of pleasure washes over you... He's taken his cock away but you can't do anything and the tongue uses you again and again... panting for breath you look down to see one of his friends looking at you over your pussy mound... slowly he stops this exquisite torture...

So many times you've both talked about having another man use you while he watches or joins in... so many times you've backed out at the last minute... he knows you so well to do this so you couldn't back out..

Now He slowly unties your hands, as you're pulled up to a sitting position his friend comes round the side of the bed... now you have 2 rock hard throbbing cocks pointing straight at you... you look at his friend and then at Him... still no one has said a word... slowly he reaches out and takes your hand raising it to his friends cock... making you grasp it... again you look at him... He smiles and with one phrase gives you permission... "Do it"... 

Now you slowly start to move your hand, back and forward... exposing the head... as you move your hand faster you see a drop of clear liquid appear on the end... without thinking you lean forward and with the tip of your tongue lick it off... the friend gasps and you feel his cock twitch in your hand... now you can't help it... leaning forward you envelope this hard hot cock in your mouth... working it deep in with each move of your head..

As you suck the cock deeper in you run your fingers down the rest of the shaft to his balls... lightly you drag your finger nails over them... you feel him shiver... all of a sudden you feel Him pull you up off the bed on to your knees... you feel Him gasp your thighs and push you forward, almost choking you right on to His friends still growing cock...

Slowly He allows you to slip back a little... as you do He thrusts and His hard, hot throbbing deep into your aching pussy... now both cocks are inside you thrusting together... making you moan louder with each thrust... building the pleasure to almost intolerable heights...faster He thrusts, harder each time... you feel like He's going to split your tight pussy as he thrusts deeper and faster each time...

Gradually you feel Him start to shake as he starts to cum... you try to scream as he floods your hot willing pussy but His friends cock is too deep... almost instantly the cock in your mouth twitches and your throat is filled with the friends hot cum... forced to swallow you can't make a sound as your body is racked again and again with the most powerful orgasm you've ever felt!! 

Slowly they let you sink to the bed without a word... shaking you roll over to look at them both and you realise your pussy is leaking His cum all over the bed and His friends cum has run down your chin...as you wipe it off with your hand and hungrily lick it off you glance at the two men that have just unmercifully used you and gasp to see their cock still standing up hard and ready... He looks at you and smiles...

With an almost evil grin He looks at you and says "On your knees facing me...."

OH GOD DREAMS CAN COME TRUE!!!



Dreams Can Come True



Tracy sat in yearbook class and opened the piece of paper Brian dropped on top of her desk as he walked by on his way out the classroom. He had asked the teacher if he could use the restroom. Tracy slowly unfolded the letter, curious of the letter's contents.

Brian was on the successful football team, but he rarely played because he was only 5'6" and only 112 pounds. He was also on the wrestling team where he was very successful. In his school, football was where the popular jocks were, not on the wrestling team. 

Tracy was on the a star on the basketball team her first two years, but broke her arm her junior year and had to sit out the season. She was finally able to play again, but felt subconscious about the big scar on her arm. She had a beautiful face, athletic body and was always smiling.

Brian had admired Tracy from a distance. His only conversations with her were exchanges of greetings as they passed. What Brian admired the most, besides her natural beauty and athletic ability, was the fact she would talk to anyone. It didn't matter if the person was the star of the football team, the smart nerd or the ugly duckling of the class, she always believed everyone was equal. 

Tracy opened the letter and felt tears stream down her face as she read the letter. Brian had written her and expressed how happy she made him when she would smile at him or say hello. He told her how he didn't feel like he fit in, but he always felt comfortable around her and envied how she had such a good life and so many good friends.

She pulled out a pen and paper. She wrote him back and told him she was grateful for his kind words. She also told him that she also had her insecurities about fitting in. She told him that she thought he was a great guy and that she would like to be his friends.

He was afraid to return to the classroom. He wasn't sure how she would react. He had shown his vulnerable side and now felt naked. He wandered the hall for a few minutes before finally gathering the strength to walk back into the classroom. He opened the door and avoided contact with Tracy as he walked past her and sat down in the desk behind her. Tracy turned around and looked at Brian. Brian looked up to see Tracy's beautiful blue eyes looking directly at him. She smiled and handed him a letter before turning back around.

Brian was too nervous to open the letter right away so he waited until the class bell rang. He sat down for his next class and read the letter. His heart began to swell as he read her words of encouragement. He never dreamed she would want to be his friend. He was so happy he had opened up to her. His only regret was that he hadn't told her sooner. They were going to graduate in less than a month and head off to different colleges. He hated that he would not have much time to build their friendship. 

Brian and Tracy ran in different circles and though they had written back and forth and exchanged Christmas cards, they had only seen each other a half dozen times in the past sixteen years. Brian had moved South. Tracy married her college sweetheart and started a family with him. She loved her husband very much.

Brian had several relationships, but never married as he was unable to find a woman who made him happy. He was always thankful for the way Tracy treated him in high school. He regretted never asking her out, but cherished his memories they shared briefly before graduating high school. 

He sat down Wednesday evening and logged onto Facebook. He read through the daily posts when he saw Tracy's name appear online. It had been three years since he had talked to her. He clicked on her name and sent her an instant message to say hi. They chatted for awhile as the caught up with the happenings of each other's life. Brian mentioned that he was returning to his hometown in a month and said he would love to see her.

Tracy smiled at the thought of seeing her old friend. Brian had mentioned in the chat that he had a high school crush on her. She wondered why he never mentioned this before. She had no idea he felt this way. She felt her future might have been different had he had the courage to mention it years ago. She loved her husband, but had always admired Brian. 

Tracy and Brian met up for lunch when he returned to town. Brian could not help but stare at Tracy as they talked. He tried not to make it obvious, but Tracy was aware of his ogling eyes. She found it flattering that he found her attractive. She felt like her sagging boobs and aging face were making her less attractive then when she was a teen.

Tracy was glowing about her children and her loving husband. She mentioned that she was missing him sorely because he had been working 80 hours a week for the past three weeks. Brian told her about his life in Florida and the joys of living in the south. They finished lunch and Brian walked her to the exit. Brian told Tracy it was great seeing her and asked if he could see her again before he left town.

"I would love to see you again. Do you have any plans tomorrow evening? My husband is working and my mom is taking the kids so I can have some free time."

"I always have time for you.", Ryan said as he leaned in and hugged her.

He smelled her perfume and the scent of her skin as he held her close. He could feel her breasts pressing against him as they hugged. Tracy pulled away and gave Brian her signature smile. Ryan was melting.

"I get off work at five. How about if we meet at the park around six?", Tracy asked.

"That works for me. Be prepared to have a great time."

"I enjoyed seeing you today. I have missed you Brian. I am looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow."

Brian felt like heaven on earth. He had forgotten how beautiful her blue eyes and dirty blond hair were. He jumped in his car and drove away. That night he lay restless envisioning Tracy naked making love to him.

The next day Brian visited a few of his friends while anxiously awaiting his date later on with Tracy. He was hornier than he had been in a long time, thinking about her. He wished he could take her in the park and make love to her. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but knew she was happily married.

Brian sat on the park bench waiting for Tracy to arrive. He was wearing his best pair of jeans and tan polo shirt. He listened to the breeze blowing through the oak trees and distant noises of a small farm town. He looked up as he heard the sound of tires on stone interrupt the normal surrounding sounds. His heart raced when he saw her black Tahoe pull up. 

Tracy was nervous. She had rushed to get together and tried on three different outfits before deciding on a pair of tight bluejeans and a white tee-shirt. She combed her hair that hung past her shoulders and decided to just throw hairspray on and go. She stepped out of the car and saw Brian standing up from the picnic table. She walked toward him and gave him a big hug. 

He asked her if she would like to take a walk by the canal. She smiled and said she would love to. 

"I am so glad we are getting to spend some time together. I have missed you Brian."

"I have missed you too, Tracy. You have no idea." 

Her hand bumped against his hand a few times as they walked. Without thinking about it, Brian took Tracy by the hand. He was surprised when she didn't pull away and intertwined her fingers with his. Her skin was so soft. It had been awhile since Brian had been with a woman. 

Tracy's hear was pounding. She could feel her mouth go dry. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. The silence between them suddenly seemed awkward. She broke the silence.

"It is so beautiful and peaceful out her. Listen to the birds chirp." 

"I know. It is perfect. Beautiful scenery, the songs of birds and a beautiful woman walking with me."

"Brian you are silly; but thank you."

"I mean it. You are so beautiful. I wish I would have told you years ago how beautiful you are."

"Brian you really mean that?"

"Yes, I have always wished you were mine. You are so smart, so beautiful, and so kind to everyone. You have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen."

"You are making me blush. Stop it. My body is falling apart. I am not built like I was in high school and three kids have taken a toll on me."

"You have grown into your body well. I think you are just as beautiful as ever. You are everything I have dreamed of."

Tracy laughed. She was trying to hide the excitement she felt happening inside her. "You dream of me? About what?"

"Well, ummmmm. Yeah, I have dreams about you. To be honest. I have dreams about making love to you and having your kids. I dream about the life we would have had together if we were a couple."

She wasn't sure why, but she was enjoying hearing what he was saying. Maybe it was because her husband had been too busy to make love to her in over a month. Maybe it was just an abundance of hormones. Whatever it was, she was turned on by hearing that Brian had dreams of her. She briefly envisioned them naked and making love. She realized she had not replied. She didn't want Brian to feel awkward. Tracy turned to Brian and gave him a big hug.

Brian hugged her back and held her close to him. He hoped she did not notice he now had a raging hard-on. He loved holding her and didn't want to let go. He could feel hormones of lust and love flowing through his blood. As Tracy slowly began to pull away, he placed his hands on her cheeks. Without thinking, Brian leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Tracy's lips before they both pulled away.

His eyes met Tracy. Their eyes were clouded with the lust of Cupid as they stood motionless. Their noses practically touching. Tracy tried to reject her body as she felt herself lean forward until her lips softly touched Brian's lips. She felt her lips suck in his top lip and her eyes slide shut. She felt Brian's hands on the back of her head, holding her as he sucked gently on her bottom lip.

Like a bolt of lightning, Tracy came back to reality and jerked her head backwards. She gently pushed Brian away and apologized.

"I am so sorry Brian. I never should have done that. We shouldn't have done that. I don't know what came over me."

"It is okay Tracy. I think it is my fault. I was overwhelmed with emotions and shouldn't have kissed you first."

"I shouldn't have kissed you back. I guess it is just that my husband has been working so much lately and I am missing his touch. This isn't fair to you. Maybe I should go."

"No, please stay Tracy. I don't want you to leave and I don't want it to be awkward between us. Maybe we should go do something else."

"Yes. I think the scenery is getting to me and making me want you so bad."

Tracy couldn't believe the words that just escaped her mouth. She wished she could take them back. She shyly looked down at her feet.

"I know. I feel the same way, but you are married to a wonderful man and I don't want to ruin your family. Come on, let's go up to 'The Stick' and have a few beers."

Tracy looked up and smiled. "Good idea."

The two spent a couple hours conversing with each other and their friends while enjoying beers. They enjoyed the night as it quickly passed into morning. Tracy was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. It didn't help that she was also horny. She was convinced that she was going to take her husband and make love to him when she returned home.

Brian interrupted her thoughts as she slid a shot in front of her. She grinned slightly.

"What is this?"

"A celebration shot."

"What are we celebrating?"

"Our friendship...our great time we are having...our night together."

Tracy looked his in the eyes. She saw the look in his eyes. She quickly looked away and smiled, chasing the lustful thoughts from her mind. She grabbed the shot and toasted him before slamming it down.

"Wow! That was awesome. What was it?"

"Panty-dropper."

She giggled. "You're wishing huh?"

"Oh. Umm that wasn't even in my thinking. It is now though."

They both laughed. Tracy stood up and put her arm in his, pulling him out of the booth and heading toward the back door of the bar. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Follow me before I change my mind."

Brian was a little confused. He knew what he wanted that to mean. He knew how awesome it would be if she meant what he wanted her to mean. He knew better though. He followed her out the back door as she dragged him toward his car. He unlocked the passenger door and helped her inside. He circled the car and sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

Tracy leaned over and planted her lips against his mouth. She aggressively pressed her lips against his as if she couldn't get enough. Brian wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. Her tongue separated his lips and pressed against his tonsils. He gasp for air then met her tongue with his. Brian's hand cupped her left breast. Tracy continued making out with him. The sound of swishing saliva filled the car.

He briefly pulled back and spoke while gasping for air, "Let's get out of here. I don't want anyone so see us and tell your husband."

She pulled back and began buckling her seat belt, "Oh my god. You are right." She began giggling. "Let's go somewhere alone. God I can't believe I am doing this, but I want you so bad."

Brian felt like getting out of the car and doing a happy dance. Instead, he started the car and put it in reverse. They drove to a hotel in the next town. Tracy held Brian's hand as she lay against the window, her eyes closed.

Brian felt that he should take her home, but he didn't want to ruin his chance to live out his fantasy. He pulled into the hotel parking lot where he was staying and pulled her toward him. His passionately kissed her lips, tasting her salty skin. Her eyes sprung open. She smiled as he kissed her. She leaned in and put her hand on his inner thigh.

"Wait, wait, wait. Let's get inside." Brian pleaded.

Brian unlocked the hotel door and let her inside. Tracy sat down on the bed and watched Brian as he shut and locked the door. The lock had an arousing sound to it. She thought about how she had secretly fantasized taking Brian from time to time. She looked up to Brian and blew him a kiss. She stood up and approached him. Their lips smashed together as their hands began exploring each other. Tracy grabbed Brian's ass with her right hand while his hand found her found her breast over her shirt. 

Her soft breast felt wonderful in his hand. He lusted to feel even more of her body. His hands slid up her shirt when she spun him and pushed him down on the bed. 

"Sit there and watch."

Brian's eyes bulged as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Time seemed to stand still as she slowly unzipped her jeans and slid them down her broad hips. He watched intently as the jeans slid down her legs, revealing her white lace panties. He looked up at her eyes. She winked at him then slowly pulled her shirt over her head.

His eyes scanned her body. He watched as her toned stomach sucked in. His eyes moved to her breasts covered with a matching white lace bra. His eyes scanned down her body to her panties. He strained to see her hidden pussy before moving down her long legs. He admired her thick, athletic thighs. The eye candy was more than he had ever imagined. He could feel his jeans begin to bulge.

"Is this what you want to see?", Tracy asked as she began unsnapping her bra and letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes moved to her breasts. They sagged slightly as they bounced out of her bra. He stared at her beautiful areola and her hard, puffy nipples. He watched as she turned around and bent over, pulling her jeans over her ankles.

His eyes scanned her wonderfully shaped butt cheeks and moved between her legs. He caught a glimpse of the crease separating her pussy lips as she moved her legs. He wished she stay there forever and wanted her on top him now, all at the same time.

"Is this real or am I dreaming?", he exclaimed.

She turned back around and smiled coyly. "This is your dream. Now kiss my breasts. Make them feel good."

Tracy slowly approached him, standing between his legs and pulling his head towards her breasts. Brian put his hands on her ass and pulled her close to him. His right hand grabbed her breast and began kneading it. His mouth lips softly wrapped around her left nipple. His tongue softly circled her nipple. 

She threw her head back and tied her hair back in a ponytail. His warm mouth and roaming tongue were just what she needed. They made her feel so good. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this excited and horny. It had been years since sex with her husband was exciting. 

Her hands moved to the back of his smooth head and held it tight against her breast. 

"Oh yes. You are making me so wet. This feels so good."

His lips sucked on the opposite breast and began kneading her other breast aggressively with his other hand. Her soft breasts felt wonderful inside his hand. His warm lips teased her hard, puffy nipple.

He moved his hands back to her hips and guided her to the bed. She landed on her back, Brian on top of her. She began pulling his shirt over his head. He reached down and began removing his own jeans hastily. Their motions were a blur as they worked together to undress him.

He pressed his hips against her groin, moving his legs between her. His lips alternated between kissing and sucking her breasts. Her hand ran up and down his back. Her body dancing in the light; her hips gyrating against his hips. 

She enjoyed his soft, wet lips against her breasts. Her motor was revving as he tuned her body up. She was ready for more. She wanted his lips on hers. She wanted to feel all of his hot body pressed up against her. She placed her hands around his head and slowly pulled him towards her lips.

"Get up here and kiss me. I need to feel your lips on mine."

He slid his body up her body until his hard dick pressed against her pussy. She let out a soft, playful moan as his lips met hers. Passion took over their bodies as their lips joined. Their hips grinding against each other. Their moans filling the air. 

"I want you inside me. Will you please make love to me, Brian?"

"Not yet. I want to see you in all your glory and taste you first."

With that Brian slid over beside her body and placed his hand on her hips. She lifted her hips while he slowly removed her panties. He slid down to the side of the bed and stood before her feet. He pulled the panties over her ankles. He took the chance to imprint the image of her naked body in the deep recesses of his brain, forever imprinting her in his memories. He took inventory of her sweaty chest moving up and down. His eyes moved curiously down her slick stomach to her glistening mound. His eyes became transfixed on her outer lips that hid her golden treasure. Her closed legs raised to his chest as she giggled.

"You are staring. Take off your boxers and let me survey you."

Brian laughed as she slowly slid his boxers down his hips. Tracy watched eagerly as the cloth slid down and revealed his saluting boner. He kicked the boxers off his feet and spread her legs.

"Oh my." was all she said.

He slowly slid his body between her long, spreading legs until his nose was inches from her pussy. He could see moisture glistening from the folds of her inner lips. He took a deep whiff of her sexual scents. His fingers massaged her mound. He used his index and middle fingers to make small circles on her skin. His fingers slowly inched down over her outer lips, massaging them.

She softly moaned as he teased her labia with his fingers until he reached the bottom of her pussy. He leaned in and slid the tip of his tongue slowly up her slit, stopping just before her clitoris. Her lips began to pull back and reveal her intimate self to his hot, wet tongue. His tongue glided up and down, left then right over her pussy. She squealed when the tip of his tongue lavishly touched her swollen clit.




Dreams Can Come True



"Ohhhhhh Brian. That feels so good. MMMMMMMMMM"

Brian reached over her hips and held her by her inner thighs as her hips danced like a falling leaf in the wind. Her moans increased while his tongue continued to tease her clit. He changed pace and began drawing circles with his tongue. The tip of his tongue would dip deep inside her at the low point and glide over her clit at its' peek. 

"Please make me come. Ohhhhhh! You feeeeeeeeel Ohhhhhh! Make me feel sooooo good." Tracy groaned as her hips began to gyrate violently.

He held her tightly and concentrated on her clitoris. He sucked her hood inside his mouth, surrounding it with his lips. His tongue separated the hood and wiggled inside. Her juices flowed down his chin. Her hips locked as her body began to shiver.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Brian gave her a few final licks before he slid up her body and held her. He wiped his face on the sheets before sucking her bottom lip in his mouth. He could feel her heavy breath on his nose. She kissed him back. Her lips pressed hard against him. She pulled back and smiled ear to ear.

"That was awesome. My husband has not had such passion in a long time. Now it is your turn."

Tracy rolled Brian to his back as she slid down his body. She took his hard dick in her mouth and feverishly sucked him into her mouth. Brian was really horny and knew he would not last long. She began bobbing her head up and down as she wrapped her right hand around the base of his penis.

She pulled back momentarily and looked up at his face. "Give me your delicious cum. I want to taste you."

Brian's hips bucked as her warm, soft lips slid down the length of his penis. She could feel his muscle throb in her mouth as she bobbed up and down. She took his full length in her mouth, then slid her lips up to the tip of his penis before slamming her lips back down til her lips met her hand. Brian's hips arched pressing his member to the back of her throat.

Tracy's hand slid up his slick penis chasing her lips up his hard dick then reversed and slid both down his dick. Brian released a moan of his own. Her warm lips and tight grip were starting to push him over the edge. A few more quick stokes and he exploded inside her mouth. He slurped up his juices until his hips collapsed on the bed. 

Brian opened his eyes and smiled as he looked down to see his eyes meet with the smiling angel. He could not get over the fact that he was here with the most beautiful women he knew lying naked on the bed with him. After a few minutes of rest, Brian positioned Tracy in the middle of the bed and climbed on top of her. He could not help but smile the biggest smile ever. The moment he had been dreaming about for years came to fruition as his dick returned to form and slowly slid inside her. He arched his back as his pushed his hips to her hips.

They moaned together as they gave each mutual pleasure. Brian stopped and took a moment to enjoy the pleasure upon meeting her hips. He could feel her inner walls twitch. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips before lying his head next to her ear. He took her ear lobe between his lips. A soft moan escaped from her voice box.

Brian was not as big as her husband, but the passion in the room made up for his lack of comparable length. She estimated he was an inch or two shorter and a little less in width. This was only other dick she had inside her in the last 15 years. 

Brian pulled out before carefully sliding back inside her awaiting womb. After a few strokes of intense pleasure, he started to pick up the pace. Each thrust inside her was rewarded with a joyous moan from her beautiful mouth. 

Tracy enjoyed the difference in hip movements Brian brought to the bed. She enjoyed sex with her husband, but it had lost it's spice in the last few years. She could not believe how horny she was. The thought of the situation turned her on more as she tried to grasp the realities of the events taking place. Her head spun as he thrust his hips against her with a quickening pace. She spread her legs wide and lifted her hips, giving him better access to her womb. His warm breath and wet lips against her ear was driving her crazy. It was as if he knew which buttons to push.

Their bodies danced like tree branches in the wind. Their souls found a deep connection as their bodily fluids mixed. She could feel sweat dripping down her face. Her hands wrapped around his back and held on tight as he rode her. Her hips began to dance in unison with his, slamming up against him as he collapsed down onto her. She squeezed her inner walls, trying to keep him from pulling back as he removed his hips from hers.

He could feel his balls beginning to contract as they pushed the remaining semen toward his cock. He was amazed at how tight her pussy was, despite having 3 children. He wanted this moment to last forever, though he knew she would soon milk him for all he was worth. 

"Ohhhhh God you feel so good inside me. Wow, I never knew you were such a good lover. Mmmmm. You are going to make me come again. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Her words were pushing him closer to his orgasm, he wanted to focus on something else in order to last longer, but he could not pull his mind away from the present. He was living out his dream. He grunted and thrust forcefully against her hips several times as he pushed towards a crescendo. At the last moment, he pulled his dick from her vagina. His semen shot up her body, landing on her mound and stomach. He shot another couple streams then he plummeted down on top of her sweaty body.

Their chests bounced up and down against each other. They lay silent for awhile until they regained their composure. Brian scooted down and took advantage of the chance to suck on her soft breasts and nipple. He scooted his body beside her and took her left breast in his hand. Her boob was so soft to his touch. He could not get enough as he squeezed it gently.

"You had better stop that or I am going to be unbelievably horny again. If I am gone too long, my husband is going to wonder where I am." 

Brian cursed to himself in his mind as he removed his mouth from her nipple. He continued kneading her breast, however, as he leaned up and planted a passionate set of kisses on her lips. She kissed him back before pulling away and brushing his hand off her breast.

"I think you have had enough you horn dog." They laughed.

Tracy slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Brian gave her privacy as she showered. He took a quick shower as she dressed and freshened up. When they were cleaned up, he reluctantly escorted her to his car. He tried to drive as slow as possible without being obvious, enjoying every moment he had with her.

Brian pulled down her driveway and put the car in park. Tracy thanked him for the wonderful evening and winked as she opened the door. She leaned in and pecked him on the cheek before wisping out the car and heading up her drive. She seemed to walk in slow motion as Brian watched her walk away from him and return to her normal life.

It was two years before they ran into each other again, though the meeting was nothing more than an exchange of words and a hug. Brian was sure he saw a gleam in her eyes he had not seen before, however.