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Playground

By: Lily_Magda



A light summer breeze blew through Valerie's hair as she walked out the front door of her apartment. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and closed her eyes as she drew a deep breathe in of the warm night air. It was on nights like these that it made Val feel good to be alive . While Val took in the essence of all that this night had to offer, she was not alone. A tall figure loomed in the darkness around the corner from where Valerie stood. He stared at her and just took in everything about this young woman. The way her jeans accentuated the curve of her legs and showed off her tight little ass so well and the way the slight breeze played through her short brown hair and fell into her face, hiding those big beautiful blue eyes of hers, the way she wore the tight little white shirt that showed off her lithe stomach while at the same time it hinted at the treasures underneath that were her perky, well rounded breasts.

"And it's all mine." He thought to himself as he waited for her to come to him, his hand stroking his already hardening cock through his black denim jeans.

Matt stepped out of the shadows from around the corner with a grin on his face as he stared at Val and then called out to her . "Hey, are you ready? Or do I have to come over there and drag you with me?" He said with a grin and a laugh. His eyes watched her, moving up and down her body, which he just couldn't get out of his mind. Just thinking about it made his cock even harder.

Valerie looked over at the voice and smirked a bit to herself, as she started walking slowly towards Matt. She looked at him, wearing his usual tight black jeans and short sleeve white shirt. His long blonde hair fell over his eyes which were a golden hazel color. She loved his eyes. They always seemed to have a look of hunger in them whenever she looked into them and she knew that hunger was for her and her alone. She couldn't help but wonder what he would do to her tonight. Just the mere thought of him made her all hot and wet. She could feel her jeans starting to stick to her pussy when her eyes lingered for a moment on the bulge in his jeans.

With a quick nod she walked over to him and looked up at him since she stood a few inches shorter than he did. When their eyes locked, it was as though they couldn't help themselves for a moment and Matt just grabbed Valerie's hair with one hand and her waist with the other and pulled her against him, crushing his lips to hers. Valerie whimpered softly into the kiss, her hands reaching around his waist and under Matt's shirt. She drew her nails down his back as he pulled her in closer, growling as he felt her nails dig into his back . After a few minutes, Matt drew back from the kiss and looked down at Val, strands of blonde hair hanging in his face as he growled softly at her. His eyes were glowing with passion and a deep seated hunger for her and only her. His eyes slowly looked down her body, her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed hard after the crushing kiss. He reached a hand up and grabbed her left breast with it, kneading it through her shirt and leaned his head down and put his lips right next to her ear, breathing softly against it.

"You are all mine, my pet, all mine." He whispered in her ear in a throaty growl

Valerie trembled in his arms as she heard the growl and the name she loved so much uttered in that simple sentence. She could feel herself getting hotter and wetter by the second. 

"Take me now. I want you to just take me and ravage me in the shadows Matt. Please..." She begged him . Matt smiled slowly but shook his head. 

"Not yet my dear. I have much planned for you this evening. " 

With that, he took his arm and placed it around her waist possessively and steered her down the block towards the park that was on the other side of the street. When they got there, it was late enough that the lights used to illuminate the playground that was in the park was already turned off for the night. They would not be disturbed here on this dark and moonless night.

Matt looked at Valerie with a smirk as he let his arm drop from around her.

"So, where do you want to play first Val?"

Valerie couldn't help but grin at him as she looked around at the various pieces of equipment nestled in the sand. After a moment or two she walked over to the swings and sat down on one and looked at him.

"I think the swings would make a very interesting place to start, don't you?" She said as she gently began to swing back and forth on it.

Matt just grinned and walked over to her, standing over her as he grabbed onto the chains of the swing. Once it had steadied, he growled again softly and motioned for her to get up. Valerie stood up and Matt grabbed her and turned her around as his arms encircled her waist and he brought his hands up and tugged on the bottom of her shirt and lifted it right off her head, throwing it to the side. He ran his hand up her now naked stomach and to the underside of her already hard, pert breasts. She let out a loud moan as she leaned back against him, reaching one of her hands around and down his side as far as she could reach. With a decidedly possessive growl, Matt placed his head on her shoulder and started to nip on her ear lobe. Then with his right hand he began to twist and turn the nipple of her breast hard between his fingers.

Valerie moaned louder, her breathing coming harder and a bit faster now. She continued to move her hand up and down his side and then moved downwards a bit as she found what she had been searching for. Valerie couldn't help but smirk a bit as she took her hand and cupped the huge bulge in Matt's jeans, feeling it just ready to burst out. She fumbled for a minute or two, having to stop a couple of times when Matt twisted her nipples hard and she couldn't help but gasp in pain and whimper a bit. Finally, Valerie managed to find the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down and reached her fingers deep inside and found the treasure she had been looking for. Matt's cock sprang out big and hard as she freed it from its prison. She started to stroke his with her hand slowly at first and then flicked her nail over the tip of it, feeling his wet juices ooze out onto her finger. With a grin, she took that cum soaked finger and brought it too her lips as she heard Matt growl in pleasure as she licked her finger slowly, bending her head back just enough so that he could see her every movement, slowly sliding her finger back and forth into her mouth.

Matt always loved it when Valerie did that. It was such a turn on to him to watch her lick either his cum or her own juices from off her finger and sometimes his. He didn't think it was possible, but he could swear that his cock got even harder than it was. He couldn't wait any longer as he spun her around and wrapped his arms around her again, once more crushing him to her and kissing her passionately. She moaned deeply as he slid his tongue deep into her hot little mouth entwining her own tongue with his. Matt's hands dropped down her sides and to her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, letting them just slide down her legs as he broke off the kiss and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back a bit so he could take in her lovely naked body. 

Val quickly took her hands now that she was free and pulled his shirt off over his head, throwing it over with her own. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them behind her so they were out of the way as Matt reached down and took his own jeans off, doing the same with his as well. Matt reached into grab Val close to him again, but she took a step back, a mischievous glint in her eye and shook her head. 

"Not just yet. I want to have a little fun with you myself first." She said as she knocked his hand away and knelt down in the sand in front of him. 

He grinned slowly as he looked down and watched her take his cock in both hands slowly, almost gently and just run them up and down his ten inch hard shaft. He reached down and petted the top of her head slowly, running his hand gently through her hair several times as she looked up at him, smiling. She then looked back down and slowly started to slide her tongue over his cock, starting at the tip of it and tasting several more drop of precum on her lips. Valerie took a moment to enjoy this as she looked upward and saw Matt shudder with pleasure. She felt his hand tighten its grip in her hair as she licked further up his cock, teasing him by going slowly. She did this for several minutes until she felt him start to tremble from the effort to keep himself from coming too soon. With a smirk, she looks up at him and blows him a kiss and then without waiting to see his reaction, she goes back down and takes his cock full into his mouth. 

She had started to go slow at first, but Matt just couldn't take it anymore. She always had been a tease when it came to giving blowjobs, but god she was good at it. He tightened the grip he had on her hair and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth until she gave a strangled gasping sound, almost gagging at first. She recovered quickly and got the rhythm going as she moved her mouth up and down his cock. She could hear him groaning in pleasure, with a few soft growls placed in between them as she went faster. Matt knew that he couldn't hold it for very much longer and he was a man of few words so he made a fist and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it hard.

Valerie knew that Matt was about to come and hard when she felt her hair pulled hard. She let out a loud whimper of pain when he did, but at the same time Matt let out a deep throaty growl and pushed his cock deep into her mouth as his hot, salty cum sprayed into the back of her throat. Val moaned softly as Matt pumped several times into her mouth and she took each mouthful and swallowed it eagerly. When he was spent, Valerie pulled herself away from his cock and began to lick it slowly, getting the rest of the cum off of it looked at him. 

Matt was panting and catching his own breath as he looked at Val. She was sitting in the sand now with her legs tucked underneath her and she had cum at the corners of her lips. He watched as her little pink tongue darted back and forth between her lips, getting every last drop of his juice from her face as she looked up at him with those big blue eyes of her, almost demurely. Just seeing her like that made his limp cock start to get hard all over again. He reached down and put his hands under her arms and gently pulled her back up to her feet next to him. He looked around the playground again and smirked as he eyes spotted the slide.

Valerie followed Matt's gaze and saw that he was looking at the slide and she looked back at him, not sure exactly what he had in mind this time. She looked down and saw that he was partially hard again and grinned a bit. It was never just one time with Matt. There were nights he just couldn't seem to get enough of her. She didn't mind in the least. Matt grabbed a hold of her hand, entwining his fingers with hers and led her over to the slide and kissed her one more time before spinning her around and putting a hand on her shoulder and coaxing her to bend down. Valerie looked at him a little puzzled since this something new. They had never done it from behind before but she was always willing to try something new.

Matt just smiled at Val as he watched her bend down and place her hands on the edge of the slide for balance. He had more in mind, but that could wait for a bit. He wanted to have some fun with her for a bit first before he took her completely. Matt stepped right up against her and let his cock rest against her ass as he reached down between her legs from behind and slowly start to stroke pussy lips with his fingers. She moaned quietly as she felt him down there, her legs trembling a bit. Matt put his foot against each of hers, getting her to spread her legs just a bit more so he had better access to her. He slowly started to slide a finger in between her lips as he heard her gasp softly. He brought his other hand down onto her bare ass with a hard slap and watched as it jiggled a bit and she whimpered softly. Hearing her whimper was making his cock get hard again by the second. He brought his hand down across her ass several more times until her ass was a nice soft rosy color.

Valerie was gasping and wiggling now as she struggled to maintain her balance on the slide. Several times now her hands had started to slip, especially when Matt had started spanking her. She couldn't help but whimper each time he did and it got louder with each slap. She felt herself getting wetter each time Matt slipped his finger in and out of her hot pussy as well. She let out a loud moaning gasp when she felt him start to use two fingers and she looked back at him, imploring him, begging him with her eyes to take her now. She started to move her hips back and forth, feeling his cock against her ass as she did. After several minutes, Val could take no more as she let out a loud strangled cry and her whole body began to writhe in place as her juices ran down her legs. Her whole body shook with each wave of pleasure that ran through her during her orgasm.

Matt grinned as he watched Valerie's body start to shudder and quake in the throws of orgasmic pleasure. He reached down between her legs and scooped up some of her juices with his fingers and stepped back a bit and rubbed it on his already hardened cock. He did this until it was coated and slick with her Valerie's own juices. Then he stepped forward and put his hand on the small of Valerie's back and leaned forward.

"Lay down on the slide on your stomach Val. I've got a little surprise for you"

Valerie looked back at him, confusion on her face but she did as he asked her and spread herself out on the slick surface of the slide. She reached up and gripped the sides of it to keep herself from sliding off as she looked back. She saw Matt's cock was once again hard and that it was coated with something slick, though she couldn't tell what it was. She turned head back around and waited to see what Matt was going to do next.

Matt grinned as he watched her spread out along the slide. Once he was sure she was in position, he stepped over and kneeled on the bottom part of the slide and then slide his hands under Valerie's body and gently brought her back towards him and as he did, he started to slide his cock slowly into her ass. Valerie let out a squeal as she turned her head in surprise. Matt locked eyes with her and smiled lovingly at her as he stopped for a second. Valerie looked back at him and she simply nodded, getting over her surprise at having Matt start to fuck her up the ass, which was something new entirely.

Matt continued to enter her ass slowly, using her juices to lubricate her virgin ass. He held her close to him as she trembled and writhed from the foreign intrusion. He moved his hands to her breasts once more, rubbing and massaging them slowly as he drew her nipples between his thumb and fore finger, tweaking them and flicking them back and forth. Finally he was in as far as he could go and he started pumping back and forth slowly out of her ass, his balls slapping against it each time he slammed into her tight, hot ass again and again. At first, Val had whimpered and moaned in both pain and pleasure but after the second or third time, she started screaming with pleasure as Matt continued to fondle one breast and dipped the fingers of his other hand deep into her wet pussy again. He then began to fuck her from both ends at the same time which had Valerie writhing and wriggling back and forth against him. Her hips began to gyrate in a wild dance as first they went forward to meet his fingers and then back wards as her ass went to meet his cock.

Val was sweating and convulsing as she cried out with pleasure. Never before had Matt taken her from both ends at the same time and the feelings were unbelievable. She felt as though she was going to explode again and just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of Matt, she felt him slip a third finger deep within her pussy, start to move back and forth within her folds. This was all she could take as she let out a loud scream of pleasure and felt her hot juices run quickly down her legs and all over Matt's fingers. She went limp from exhaustion as she felt Matt's hand leave her pussy and felt his fingers at her lips. She began to lick his fingers clean as she always had enjoyed the taste of her own self.

Matt meanwhile was pumping away at her ass from behind and felt his hand get all sticky as Val came hard. He couldn't believe how loud she was tonight since she usually wasn't much of a screamer. When he put his fingers to her lips though and she began to lick them that was the end for Matt. He grunted hard and rested his other hand on her hip as he let loose. He pumped once more hard and his hard cock exploded into Val's tight ass like a cannon. When he was finished, Matt leaned across Val's back, limp and out of breath. He reached forward and ran a hand through her hair gently as he caught his breath.

"How do you feel my pet?" He asked her quietly.

She looked back at him with a tired smile on her face and still out of breath. 

"All I can say...is Wow!" She said softly. "That was incredible Matt. I have never felt like that before"

Matt chuckled as he got up and extended his hand to her. She took it and he helped her up and pulled her gently into his arms and hugged her then kissed her softly for a long moment, growling softly.

"Then I guess we will have to do this again soon" He whispered seductively into her ear.

With that the two of them walked around and picked up their clothes, putting them on as they found them. Valerie grinned up at Matt as she walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"I hope soon means as soon as we get home" She said with a smirk as they began the short walk home under the moonless night sky.

Playground Foursome



Megan and I had been friends for years, but only recently had they gotten really close... You see, both Megan and me, by the way my name is Sierra, had gotten all these kinky fantasies about getting our guys together for a foursome. Well... I guess they were Megan's fantasies, but she brought me into them and they sounded so good I couldn't resist having them as my own. Megan was gorgeous, I must admit. She has long dark hair and dark eyes, smooth olive skin and a perfect figure with excellent tits. I'm not a lesbian, actually I've been with my boyfriend for years, but Megan... she was something else.

It all started at a party when me and Megan were both drinking, and accidentally spilled to our guys, Nick (hers) and Brendan (mine), that we'd like to get the 4 of us together. For weeks after that all they did was badger us about it, until we finally agreed on a date.

I live out of town, so that Saturday night I came home and walked into my house, only to see the three of them sitting there. I knew what was going to happen, but it still scared me pretty bad. We all left for a walk to try to get a little more comfortable. Your first orgy is pretty scary, especially when it's all planned out...

I was wearing a short black skirt and a tight white blouse, my shoulder length blond hair flowing down my shoulders. Megan was wearing a jean skirt and a tight low-cut blue shirt... which I admit was very flattering to her. We were down at the elementary school when Megan walked over to me and we started whispering. She put her hand on my bare leg, playing with the hem of my short black skirt and said "Are we actually going to do this?" 

I laughed and said "I think we are..." and then she leaned over and kissed me. It was gentle but very meaningful, her full lips pressed against mine and her hand running up and down my leg. By now Nick and Brendan had come over and saw us kissing. 

Nick, being the more adventurous one, sat down in front of us and slowly ran his hand up and down Megan's leg. Then he leaned on his knees and came forward on her; we stopped kissing and she lent back, Nick on top of her. Brendan then came down to me, crouched in front of me he kissed me hard. I knew he was getting turned on, as I started to undo his pants. As I slipped my hand down his pants I looked over at Megan and Nick; he had his hand under her skirt rubbing her pussy over her black thong. I was rubbing Brendan's hard cock as I watched them. Brendan slid off me and whispered in my ear "Here goes nothing baby..." and slowly pulled down my red panties, throwing them to the side.

It was only then that I realized we were going to be doing this in the elementary school park. Megan looked over and me and nodded suggestively. I leant over her and kissed Nick hard on the mouth, pushing him back and straddling Megan to face Nick. She grabbed my legs and pulled me back a bit so that my wet pussy was right over her face. Nick looked down at Megan as she reached her tongue up and teased my clit. I let out a soft moan and bit my lip gently. As Megan started to suck my clit harder I began grinding into her face, riding it, moving up and down, my head back, eyes closed breathing harder and harder. Then Brendan moved in between Megan's legs and pulled off her thong. He lent down and licked her softly, I could feel her body tremble below me.

After only a minute or so Brendan moved up and kissed me on the lips as he teased Megan's dripping pussy with the tip of his cock. Then Megan spread her legs further and Brendan pushed in hard. She moaned and sucked harder on my clit as he fucked her. Nick stepped over Megan in between me and Nick and faced me, his huge hard cock right in front of me. I looked at it for a second and then deepthroated him hard, looking up at him when I could to see his face as he moaned. I was so close to climaxing and Nick knew it, so he pulled me off Megan and pushed me to the ground beside her on my hands and knees. Then he got behind me and fucked my pussy doggy style. Brendan leant down on top of Megan, supporting himself and kissed her as he fucked her missionary.

I couldn't believe I was fucking my best friends' boyfriend! I had my eyes closed and didn't notice as Brendan was moving toward me, until I felt him sliding underneath me. Then Nick pulled out and Brendan slid in. I thought we were just switching, but suddenly felt pressure around my ass hole. I gasped as I felt his finger playing with my virgin ass, inserting one and then two, pushing in and out. I couldn't believe I liked it. Then I saw Megan coming closer. I leant back, still fucking Brendan and this time she sat on his face. Nick was still playing with my ass hole and I could feel his cock exploring it now. All of a sudden he pushed in, a shot of pain ran through my body and I yelled out. 

He put his hand over my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Shh baby... it'll be okay. Just wait honey. Shh..." His soothing voice calmed me down and he pushed in and out slowly, gently. I was getting fucked in the cunt and the ass. I laughed and took it hard, riding both at once, not like I had much choice. I was cumming and started moaning louder, as was everyone else. Brendan was the first to cum, shooting his load in my hot pussy. That alone made me cum, my body jerking up as I screamed with ecstasy. Nick wasn't far behind filling my ass up with his cum, moaning louder than the rest of us... A few minutes later Megan's body spasmed and she came, Brendan licking her hot pussy hard and fast. When she did I pushed her off Brendan and leant on top of her kissing her hard. "This was great," I whispered... She smiled, "Me, Nick and Brendan have been planning this for months baby..."



Playground of Delights



(Chapter 17)

"Playground of Delights" (circa-1986)

When he told his brother Frank he was going on holiday to Spain with his friend Chris Hall he wasn't surprised to see him in the departure lounge at Newcastle Airport but he didn't expect to see him carrying his seen-better-days forces suitcase.

The roar of the Rolls Royce engines in reverse thrust and the shudder of friction brakes providing deceleration signalled that the Boeing 747 Jet had landed in Malaga Airport. 

After a fanfare of applause from anxious passengers, one of the cabin crew opened a pressurised door while the chief stewardess thanked everyone for flying with British Airways, reminding passengers to remove all their hand luggage and belongings from the overhead compartments before disembarking from the aeroplane. 

Impatient holiday makers hastily unbuckled safety belts and lifted from seats, pulling their baggage carelessly from overhead compartments, a human tide of people hustling in the aisle, preparing to do battle with each other, elbows against elbows, pushing and shoving, as if their very survival depended on them being one of the first to escape through a small hole in the side of the cabin. 

A stream of eager passengers descended from the aeroplane, their footfalls clanging in a noisy rhythm against the portable steel stairs, the intense heat of the mid-day sun and the watery hot air mixing with the smell of aviation fuel greeting them on the macadam surface.

By the time they reached the terminal building they were bathed in a sea of humidity. 

The taxi drive from Malaga airport to Marbella would normally take just over an hour, but with a maniac behind the steering wheel, weaving aimlessly through traffic at fear inspiring speed, ignoring traffic lights and finger gestures from other motorist, the journey took less than forty-five minutes. 

The Palm Beach Hotel was everything and more that the holiday company had described in their advertising literature. Air-conditioning bedrooms with panoramic views over the Mediterranean Sea, two swimming pools, coloured fountains and water sculptures all set within private landscaped gardens.

With a compulsion for sleepwalking and a fear of heights, Chris claimed the bed farthest away from the sliding doors to the balcony. After unpacking his suitcase he walked onto the terracotta balcony to take in the views over the Puerto Banus Marina. 

An impressive arrangement of smaller crafts nestled in the blue water next to bigger and more prestigious boats. A luxury cruise ship sat motionless on the horizon. Sailboats charged in the breeze. A long pointed speedboat with a tanned man at the wheel and a gaggle of teenage girls wearing micro-bikinis flew by. 

Life on the Mediterranean Sea seemed so exciting. 

"That'll do for me," Frank chirped from the adjoining balcony, wearing nothing but a pair of socks, pointing a finger at a magnificent luxury motor yacht heading slowly into the harbour, pulling on a cigarette and flexing his muscular forearms, the tattoos on his arms mementoes of his many tours in Northern Ireland and the Middle East, the ugly scar on his left thigh a cruel reminder of a piece of shrapnel that ended his career in the British Armed Forces.

"Rich bastards," Frank added, watching a smart waiter skipping around the deck serving food and drinks to eight people on a smoked glass table at the stern of the boat, a speed boat with six young girls aboard circling the launch, zigzagging in the swirling wake, the white spray from the sea splashing over the boat.

"If we stare long enough we might get an invite to lunch," Frank mocked, blowing smoke over the balcony. "We'll gate crash later. After we've had a few drinks," he grinned.

"Where's Chris?" Frank asked.

"Vertigo," he replied, placing his hand on his brow and feigning nausea.

"It's only seven fucking stories," Frank sniggered, pulling on his cigarette and scratching his balls, his suggestion to shower and change into fresh t-shirts and shorts and take a leisurely stroll along the sea front getting Chris on his feet.

Weaving their way through a knitted maze of never ending streets, music ringing out from the many bars and restaurants, the streets buzzing with an electric mix of vibrant tourists all anxious to spend their hard earned cash, rubbing shoulders with young people, old people, rich and poor, street sellers, artists, touts and beggars, the heat becoming unbearable, the mere mention of the air-conditioning inside the Palm Beach Hotel and a welcoming cold beer at the bar prompting an urgent change in direction.

A smart young man behind an impressive circular bar in the Palm Beach Hotel greeted them like long lost friends. "Ramon Cortez," he smiled, pointing proudly at the nametag pinned to his black waistcoat, wiping a cloth across the counter before placing mats in front of them.

Sitting on stools at the bar, nursing cold drinks, settling into the holiday mood, discussing their plans for the coming week, their conversation interrupted by the sudden commotion of a middle-aged fat man crashing through a door, his dark leathery appearance synonymous with someone who had spent too much time in the sun, a breathless voice announcing to the bar manager that his corporate clientele had arrived.

The fat man paused to catch his breath and light a cigar, making motioning gestures with his hands until he could operate his mouth, his light blue t-shirt stretching over a huge stomach, a brown leather belt struggling to hold up a pair of knee length khaki shorts, white socks hanging limp over Jesus sandals, a tattoo of a dragon running the entire length of his left arm, eight stubby fingers featuring gold sovereign rings and a Rolex Oyster Perpetual gold watch strapped to his wrist. 

An entourage of charismatic people of mixed ages and gender followed him into the room. 

Six blonde Barbie wannabe-famous-dolls, all in their early-twenties and all wearing the same white t-shirts displaying the corporate logo of 'Millio Sports & Leisure' across their pert young breasts laughed and giggled as they entered the room. 

Slim and curvaceous and sleek as cats, strutting around the room in well-rehearsed model walks, swaying their hips suggestively, flaunting their hour-glass figures to perfection, their nothing-to-hide sprayed-on lycra shorts attracting inquisitive eyes.

Two gay men walked into the room holding hands, their dazzling white teeth smiling lovingly at everyone in the room. One of them was dressed in a smart pink suit with a red flower attached to the lapel, his jet black hair heavily gelled, pulled tight over his head and tied in a neat pony tail at the back. 

The other gay man was dressed casually in a blue shirt and very tight fitting blue jeans.

A chubby, loud mouthed brash woman - with a lot of mileage on the clock - wrapped in a colourful sarong, wearing lots of costume jewellery and a black beret tilted on one side of her head above a mass of bright red hair, skipped across the room in bare feet.

An older couple arrived but stood quietly by themselves. Their body language hinting that they wished they were somewhere else. 

The woman looked to be in her early-seventies. She was smartly dressed in a two-piece cream suit and her grey hair was held in a neat bun at the back of her head.

The elderly man wearing a white linen suit and a jaunty fedora on his head looked a lot older than the woman. He had an unhealthy look. Withered skin hung from cheek bones and one side of his mouth sagged a little, presumably the cruel aftermath of a stroke. 

He looked as if he had lost touch with reality and was hovering in a modicum of confusion and uncertainty, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. 

Clearly too old to stand up without help, to him it was just another day nearer to death. 

('Somewhere, out there, was an anxious funeral director who already has his name and date of birth scribed into a bronzed plaque, knowing fine well that the final inscription announcing the date of his untimely death was only a matter of minutes away.')

After the bar manager had finished hugging and kissing the fat man on both cheeks he was told to prepare drinks for everyone, including the three men sitting on bar stools. 

In a heartbeat the bar manager stacked a row of wine glasses on the counter in the shape of a pyramid, a well-practiced hand raising a bottle of champagne over the top glass, a waterfall of sparkling liquid spilling slowly from the top before reaching the lower glasses, the Barbie-girls giggling and applauding, as if they had just seen a miracle unfold. 

The welcoming hospitality of a glass of champagne and the fat man's extended hand of introduction invited some trivial conversation, a little light humour and inevitable enquiry. 

"I see we have something in common," the fat man smiled, pointing a finger at a tattoo of three red and white plumes on Frank's left arm, raising his glass in salute to the familiar forces inscription, proudly confirming his former regiment in the British Armed Forces. 

Handshakes and acknowledgements exchanged, glasses clinking in toasts to lost friends, war and peace stories inevitable. 

"If we were all fucking instead of fighting the world would be a much better place," Frank barked, the fat man echoing his words, others around him forcing smiles.

All wonder stopped when a beautiful and seductive woman walked into the room. 

A vision of perfection, a smile that could steal your breath away, a deep olive complexion hinting at a Mediterranean origin, her eyes so dark they were almost black, raven hair running in two braids from the front of her head and meeting at the back, two shapely legs growing from a pair of towering heels, finishing somewhere near the diamond choker around her neck, the bright light playing against her white silk dress, cutting through the translucent material, providing fleeting hints at the exquisite treasures that lay beneath. 

Banging his glass on the bar counter, waiting patiently for silence and clearing his throat, the fat man announced that he would make a short speech followed by some introductions. 

"Joseph Mellio and his corporate team have spent most of the day on my yacht launching their new range of Millio Sports and Leisure" he confirmed, glancing at his expensive watch before continuing. "Because the day has been such a success we have decided to continue the campaign into the late evening." He paused and smiled. "Or for those who have the joie-de-vivre... into the early morning." 

For the next twenty-minutes he talked in length about his loyal clients, introducing members of the corporate team, his speech punctuated by too many toasts and too much information about how successful he had become and how he had to struggle in the early days to build up his business empire, making no secret that his success couldn't have been achieved without the removal of certain obstacles along the way. 

When he realised most of his audience weren't listening he decided to bring his speech to a close. After receiving an enthusiastic round of applause from his admiring followers he pointed a finger at the ceiling announcing to his guests that they were all welcome to join him and the corporate team in the penthouse conference suite to celebrate the continued success of Joseph Millio Sports and Leisure. 

As the evening gathered speed he discovered that the fat man's name was Jack Griffin. 

Jack had grown up in North London where he had spent most of his working life. He was the owner of one of the largest scrap metal businesses in London as well as the owner of three car dealerships in East London. One showroom was exclusive to prestige cars featuring Porsche, Ferrari, Aston Martin, BMW, Jaguar and the occasional Rolls Royce or Bentley. 

The other showrooms were devoted to the run-of-the-mill new and used family type cars. 

He was also the chairman and main shareholder of Griffin Construction Ltd, a multi-national building construction and civil engineering organisation, with offices in London, Glasgow, Birmingham, Liverpool and Belfast. And although Jack's business affairs with Millio Sports and Leisure were never discussed, his controlling influence over Joseph Millio indicated that he probably had a financial interest in the business.

The beautiful woman was an Italian called Martina Sasso. She came from a small village on the outskirts of Tuscany. One day Jack called into the restaurant for a business lunch where she worked as a waitress and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. They had been together for almost six years.

The gay man in the sharp pink suit was no other than Joseph Millio the owner of the fashion and leisure empire Millio Sports and Leisure. His boyfriend was a young man called Julian Greco, son of the shipping magnet Andrea Greco.

The chubby brash woman with a cavernous mouth and red hair was Sally Morgan, the agent and P.R. advertising executive for Joseph Millio.

The dead looking man was a retired entrepreneur called Max Holden who had made his fortune in the textile industry. The grey haired woman linking his bony arm was his wife and accomplished author of a dozen crime novels. 

During a brief conversation she told him that she had a new book coming out in a couple of months. She said it was full of murder, mystery and intrigue. After giving him the title of the book she said she hoped he might find the time to read it.

The Barbie girls were invited for their playground skills. 

The penthouse suite and conference centre took up most of the top floor, boasting eight bedrooms, three bathrooms, a large kitchen and dining area, a cavernous living room with a full length sliding door providing access to a huge terracotta balcony offering breath-taking views over the marina and the Mediterranean Sea. 

A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, white shirt and bow-tie played soft jazz music from a white Steinway piano.

Four waiters in stiff white jackets looked after the guests. Two waiters served drinks behind a bar while the other two waiters weaved their way through crowds of spirited people, offering hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne from silver trays. 

In the dining room a chef dressed in a smart white tunic with the obligatory tall hat stood behind an imposing buffet table serving a delicious spread of hot and cold meats, fish, savouries and deserts. 

The bar manager entered the room through a haze of cigarette smoke and a wall of bubbly people, his trusty employee Ramon Cortez following quickly on his heels, pushing a trolley with two cases of Dom Perignon and Bollinger champagne. 

Jack Griffin was clearly not ashamed of having lots of money and he certainly didn't feel guilty about spending it.

The six Barbie girls suddenly appeared from the bathroom, scantily dressed in white lace panties and wet t-shirts, their risqué outfits prompting a few raised eyebrows and several furtive glances, Joseph Millio announcing to the guests that a photo-shoot was underway. 

The interaction of playful gaiety, the erotic expression of unabashed youth, the efficiency and submissiveness of well-trained animals moving with graceful ease around the room, t-shirts clinging enticingly to shapely breasts, traces of dark areolas and nipples blossoming beneath the wet fabric, lace panties hugging hips and dipping between legs, offering a tantalising glimpse of the mysterious dark triangle hidden beneath the fabric. 

One of the girls climbed on top of the piano, kneeling on all-fours, flashing her eyes, arching her back and pouting her bottom, the lace fabric disappearing between two bubble shaped cheeks, her mouth slightly open, her tongue sweeping suggestively over shiny lip gloss, her fingers playing carelessly with a gold chain around her neck. 

A girl wearing a red bandana around her forehead posed provocatively on top of the bar counter, while two girls on the terrace orchestrated their bodies in glamorous positions, every movement carefully choreographed by Sally Morgan, ensuring maximum exposure to the seasoned professional flashing the Nikon camera. 

Frank had given up his conflicts of war stories with Jack Griffin, the pursuit of Sally Morgan now getting most of his attention. 

Chris was outside with one of the Barbie girls who had removed her wet t-shirt and was hanging it over the balcony to dry, two beautiful creations bouncing freely in the breeze, his wide eyes, slack jaw and bulging shorts resembling a man who had just entered heaven.

With his brother pre-occupied with Sally Morgan and his friend heading out the door with his arm around the attractive girl and a noticeable lump in his shorts, he took a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter, lit a cigarette and walked onto the terrace.

"Have you enjoyed the party?" a questioning voice whispered softly from the end of the terrace, the silhouette of the Italian beauty lying casually on a reclining chair, smoking a long black cigarette and sipping a glass of champagne, her white silk dress pulled up over her thighs, exposing endless golden legs and a teasing glimpse of white silk panties. 

"Yes," he replied, giving her his best smile, pulling up a chair and gazing into her sleepy dark eyes, wondering if she kept them open during a kiss. 

"You're husband certainly knows how to throw a party," he said, his eyes taking a quick tour over her stunning body. "Are you staying at this hotel?" he enquired. 

"Jack's not my husband," she said, pausing briefly and blowing a plume of white smoke into the air before answering his other question.

"Yes and No," she replied. "We usually sleep on the boat, although we do have a permanent room at the hotel. Jack's retired to the yacht. He had to leave the party early. He has a business meeting in London tomorrow with his executives," she smiled, leaning over and flicking her cigarette into an ash tray. 

"He's flying to the UK in the morning on the Millio corporate jet. He should be back in a couple of days. It'll give him a chance to see his dogs. Two Doberman Pincers - Laurel and Hardy. The dogs are the love of his life," she sighed, raising an eyebrow and stubbing her cigarette into the ash tray, an insincere smile lingering long after she had finished talking.

"Have you been to the marina yet?" she asked, lifting from the lounger, an infectious smile sweeping away the apprehensive silence, an invitation to take in the spectacular views of the Puerto Banus marina getting him to his feet. 

"Not yet," he replied, returning her smile and handing her a glass of champagne. "It certainly looks impressive," he offered, sipping his wine and looking down into the brightly lit marina, the closeness, the intimacy, the warmth of her body brushing against his legs, the persuasion of touch heightening expectation, smiles and laughter genuine, flirtatious whispers increasing arousal, hormonal chaos fuelling a growing lump inside his shorts. 

"Anything out there that catches your eye?" she asked, lifting her glass to her mouth, a black cigarette dancing between painted fingers, the unexpected question interrupting his hand making subtle adjustments to the untimely growth below his waist.

"That's rather nice," he replied, pointing a finger at the luxury motor yacht he had seen earlier in the day. 

"Then I must show you around. It was a birthday gift from Jack," she said, rather matter-of-fact, flashing her dark eyes, flirtatious suggestion forming behind sculptured lips "But if you intend to seduce me, young man...I must know your name."

"Let's walk on the beach, Mark Brand," she whispered, offering her hand. 

The promise of intimacy, the pursuit and expectation awakening the sleeping monster inside his shorts, knowing chances like this don't come round too often, aware that If he didn't act soon she might change her mind. "Fuck it," he thought, throwing caution to the wind, taking her hand and pulling her into his arms, lips melting together in a crushing kiss, the warmth of her breath welcoming his tongue into her mouth.




Playground of Delights



Opportunity flirting with chance, stimulus reacting to responsive urges, instinct guiding impulse, closeness stirring intimacy, genitalia pushing together in a simulation of coital engagement, the pulsing limb inside his shorts pressing urgently against her pubic bone, arousal and expectation fuelling the fire of passion, a tingling sensation exploding inside her vulva, vaginal fluids pooling between her legs, pulses racing, senses swimming, a wanting woman coming to life.

Heels tapped in rhythmic echoes over marble floors as they headed along the corridor to the lift, pushing a black button on a stainless steel panel, the brief interlude giving them enough time to embrace in a passionate kiss, a bell chime and the sound of the lift doors opening momentarily breaking the sexually charged atmosphere. 

The sexually charged atmosphere followed them into the lift. The embrace impulsive, the kiss responsive, the pursuit inevitable, impatient hands sweeping urgently over intimate parts, touching and feeling, squeezing and groping, a mutual interaction of reckless foreplay, the straining bulge inside his shorts betraying evidence of his untimely arousal, the sound of the bell chime signalling that the lift was about to stop at another floor interrupting their impulsive moment of intimacy.

A well-built Spanish security guard smoking a cigarette and smelling of alcohol entered the lift. "Hola," he offered, pressing a button on the control panel, looking at his reflection in the mirror and muttering something under his breath, smiling at the beautiful woman dressed to perfection, frowning at the man fumbling with an embarrassing lump inside his shorts.

"I'll have to take these off," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder, lifting one foot and then the other, removing a pair of towering heels that weren't designed for walking in sand. "That's better," she smiled, giving his bottom a playful squeeze before taking his hand, strolling along the beach under a ceiling of glittering stars, listening to the sea lapping on pebbles, the moonlight throwing light over of her white silk dress, the alluring shadows silhouetting impossible curves, two people embarking on a courtship of expectation, both wondering how the night would unfold. 

The invitation of an upturned fishing boat provided the opportunity for a cigarette and to remove particles of sand clinging to her feet. He was on his knees and lifting her feet to his chest before the cigarette had touched her lips, his fingers gliding over insteps and arches, removing sprinkles of fine sand between her painted toes, running a warm hand up her long smooth legs and squeezing her thighs, teasing the mysterious junction between her legs, a promiscuous smile lifting the corners of her mouth, the cigarette abandoned in the sand, a persuasive gesture and an outstretched hand getting him back on his feet.

A meeting of eyes, lips greeting lips, mouths coming together in a smouldering kiss, tongues duelling in a gripping endurance of oral foreplay, pulses buzzing, heart beats increasing, breathing accelerating, a tangle of hands searching in the darkness, groping and squeezing, sweeping over curves, over genitalia, over flesh, over cotton, over silk, squeezing bulges, caressing breasts, squeezing each one gently in the palm of his hand, feeling them rising and falling beneath the soft fabric, lowering his hands to her waist, tracing the curvature of perfection, reaching around with both hands and clutching her bottom, gripping the soft flesh beneath the silky material, flexing his buttocks and thrusting his hips, letting her feel the throbbing pulse inside his shorts. 

A burning inferno between her thighs, lust overflowing with passion, need sweeping away caution, the promise of expectation forcing her to her knees, impatient hands fumbling in the darkness with his button and zip, the capture of fastenings eventually yielding under a chorus of curses and frustrated sighs, long painted fingers pulling his shorts and briefs over his thighs and down his legs before gathering at his feet in the sand.

The promise of expectation inflaming need, an insistent pulse between her legs, her breathing increasing, her breasts rising and falling, her fingers curling around the swollen limb, her dark eyes taking in the full glory of the white veined column throbbing in her hand, her eyes twinkling with hungry appraisal, her smile seductive, her lips forming words, a flirtatious invitation of promiscuous suggestion whispered in mocking enquiry. 

"I hope that can deliver what it promises," she mused, lifting the weighty object in her hand, working the length back and forth, pulling and tugging, sweeping her warm tongue over the scrotum, probing the rugged skin and teasing his hairy testicles, marking a warm wet trail up the impressive length, nipping the foreskin gently between her teeth, sweeping her tongue over the open eye, feasting on the sticky essence, gripping the awesome flesh, easing him into her hungry mouth, easing him out, scraping her teeth over the bulbous head, breathing him in, swallowing him deep, feeling the head assaulting the back of her throat, blowing him out, letting him slip from her mouth in choking gasps for air.

"Your cock is so big. Are you going to push all this inside me?" she smiled, flashing her eyes and lifting to her feet, brushing hair from her face, turning around and leaning over the upturned boat, lifting her dress over her hips, the silk fabric slipping between her fingers before gathering at her waist, both hands flat against the cool timbers, her legs parted, the impossible curves of perfection held in alluring capture beneath a shadowy veil of secrecy. 

A brief pause to focus his eyes and take in the architectural wonder poised in submissive offering before slipping his fingers into the elastic waist and sliding the silk knickers over sculptured curves with agonising slowness, his lustful eyes following every second of perpetual movement, pulling the soft fabric over her shapely bottom, gliding over mouth-watering thighs, sliding down never-ending legs and gathering at her feet, the silk garment abandoned in the sand, the insistent voice of a wanting woman interrupting the silence, breaking the solitude.

"Put it inside me. All of it" she pleaded. 

One hand pulling the cheeks apart, his other hand gripping his meaty cock, shuffling his feet in the sand, an urgent manoeuvre and a gentle thrust, the threatening limb slipping between the moist flaps and folds, easing inside her body, growing in length and thickening in girth, breathless gestures of encouragement and whispered words of reassurance stumbling in a muted monologue of compliments and broken promises, wriggling her bottom and moving her hips, shuffling her feet in the sand, clenching her teeth and pushing back, closing her eyes and twisting her face, the gruesome flesh stretching and filling, breaching and penetrating the burning inferno between her legs.

Eyes watering, mouths dry, visions blurred, pulses racing, moans chasing breathless gasps, hard flesh hitting soft flesh, genitalia embracing genitalia in a mutual interaction of carnal connection, a synchronised motion of give and take, pushing in and pulling out, entering and retreating, moving inside her body with determined thrusts, penetrating deep, bucking and thrusting, banging and grinding, all the way in, all the way out, plunging into her entrance, stretching and bruising her body with an unforgiving force.

"Fucking hell...," he blurted. I'm...I'm...coming," he announced, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, his body shaking and shuddering, his legs almost giving way under him, moaning and groaning through a chorus of euphoric grunts and breathless wheezes. 

"Don't stop. Come inside me. Let it all come inside me," she insisted, reaching back with both hands and clutching his buttocks, wiggling her hips and pulling him forward, his balls exploding, the heat of passion rushing up his shaft, the ejaculation powerful and sustained, firing in four consecutive spurts, a copious amount of seminal solution splashing with an unforgiving force inside her body, coating the inner walls of the vaginal vault, pulling his softening cock from her body, the last remains of liquid passion decorating her bottom and pooling between her thighs.

Sitting in the sand with their backs against the upturned boat, listening to insects humming around them, puffing and panting and sucking in air, sitting in silence, waiting for calm, waiting for their racing hearts to return to normal.

In the distance a police car and an ambulance sped along the main road, the wailing sirens joining in musical rhythm with a howling dog somewhere on the beach. A group of drunken people with threatening voices fought to do battle with each other in a narrow street, the two lovers on the beach oblivious to the mayhem, both uninterested in what was happening in the world around them. 

Martina's outstretched hand with a cigarette broke the cacophonous interlude.

The first intake of nicotine helped to ease the frustration of his premature release. He traced her eyes and forced a smile, a compelling urge to apologise hovering behind his teeth.

A painted finger touching his lips interrupted his gesture of apology, her eyes flashing with amusement, her smile genuine.

"You must come to the yacht tomorrow night for drinks," she invited. "About eight o'clock will be fine," she said, removing her finger from his mouth, a flirtatious smile lifting the corners of her mouth, the determination in her voice leaving little or no room for negotiation. 

"But I must warn you that I'm fond of a little bondage and domination," she smiled, blowing smoke above her head, her dark eyes seeking an answer.

"Eight it is then," he confirmed, the promise of furtive suggestion getting his full attention. 

"I must get back to the yacht." she smiled, taking his outstretched hand and lifting from the sand, skipping along the beach, stealing kisses under a million stars, fireworks lighting up the sky over the distant hills, shooting into orbit, exploding into a halo of white lights, living and dying in a heartbeat before falling back to earth in a tableau of silent pirouettes.

"Buonanotte" she smiled. "Or should I say arrivederci," she added, stealing another kiss and letting go of his hand, gliding graciously to her destination, the moonlight playing upon exquisite curves, the silk material slipping between the cheeks of her bottom, smiling and blowing a kiss from the palm of her hand as she walked onto the yacht, the silhouette of perfection melting away into the shadows of darkness. 

Heading along a dark deserted footpath back to the Palm Beach Hotel, a shadowy silhouette appearing from the shadows startled him. He turned on his heels to see Frank blowing lazy smoke rings into the air above his head, the bright red ash from his cigarette glowing in the darkness, lighting up a triumphant face.

"Have you had a good night Frank? You look like the cat that got the cream." 

Frank smiled at his brother and pulled on his cigarette. "Not bad," he replied. "That Sally Morgan got well and truly fucked tonight," he added, notching up his conquest by punching the air above his head. "She was gagging for it. I had her screaming for mercy," he grinned, with a hint of smugness. "The couple next door weren't very happy. They said they couldn't sleep because of the noise of the headboard banging against the wall for over an hour."

Although he had no reason to doubt his brother's description of the night's events he was aware that any emotion Frank had was delivered from below his waist. Frank was never particular with his choice of women. With some of his conquests a dimmer switch and a bottle of Jack Daniels were compulsory. He had lots of casual relationships, most of them one-night-stands. And if you asked him about marriage his reply was always the same. 

'Marriage is like a pack of playing cards. In the beginning all you need is two hearts and a diamond. By the end, you wished you had a club and a spade.'

"I think I should mention that I had a confrontation with that pretty boy Julian Greco." Frank said, crushing his discarded cigarette under his foot, the putrid smell of an overloaded sewer forcing them to move away from the narrow street. 

"As soon as I met that bloke I knew he was a dodgy geezer and someone who couldn't be trusted," he added, lighting another cigarette as they headed back to the hotel. 

"I noticed that he seemed to visit the toilets too many times during the evening. Nobody needs to piss that often," he smiled. "And then I spotted a small speck of white powder in one of his nostrils. At first I let it go, thinking it was none of my business. But when I saw him taking a couple of the girls into the toilet I couldn't ignore it so I followed them in. I caught him trying to get the girls to snort the white stuff, so I asked the girls to leave." 

Frank pulled on his cigarette and sniggered. "Julian told me to fuck off and mind my own business or he would have me thrown out of the party. Well at that particular time I had a raging hard-on and I was about to take Sally back to my room, so I ignored his threats." 

He smiled and lit another cigarette from the one he was already holding, his voice growing in confidence. "I told him I was about to leave but before I did I was going to cleanse his body of that filth. I grabbed him by the hair, pushed his head down the toilet and flushed it. 

I did that a couple of times until he was gasping for air and begging for forgiveness. I would have left it at that but he kept telling me how sorry he was and then he offered to give me money if I promised not to hurt him." 

A tired looking security man smoking a fat cigar greeted them outside the hotel entrance, the revolving door squeaking in quiet protest as they entered the solitude of the foyer, Frank's enthusiastic voice breaking the early morning silence and attracting suspicious looks from a couple of concierge staff sitting behind a reception desk. 

Raising a hand in a muttered apology, pressing a button for the lift and stubbing his cigarette into an ashtray, Frank lowered his voice and finished his confession. 

"There are some things in life that I can't tolerate. Drugs, Fools, Cowards or Pity, and Julian Greco had them all," he smiled, hunching his shoulders. "So I smacked him across the face a couple of times and left him in the toilet crying like a little girl."

It was only seven o'clock in the morning and already the day was incredibly hot. 

A beam of sunlight sliced through a gap in the bedroom curtains straight into his sleep deprived eyes, the voices inside his head blaming the unbearable humidity for the lack of sleep, his morning glory stirring beneath the bed sheet a precious reminder of the night on the beach with the Italian beauty, Martina Sasso. 

Her gentleness and understanding, her elegance and beauty, her passion and sexuality, her dark bewitching eyes and sensuous full lips, her smile, her long smooth legs, the capture of shapely curves hidden beneath exquisite underwear. The blow-job... The fuck over the boat...Martina was a beautiful woman. She had style. She was rich. She had a figure to die for and a smile that made wedding rings vanish from fingers. Martina had everything... Except fidelity.

The smell of her scent teased his nostrils, the promise of bondage and domination on the yacht later tonight filling his head with endless possibilities, slipping his hand beneath the cotton sheet, curling his fingers around his throbbing companion, images of her nakedness guiding his hand, pulling and tugging, the release fast and powerful, the bed sheet soaked in a sea of seminal fluids.

It was a strange name for a pub that didn't have a piano but the sign in the window reading, 'WE ONLY CLOSE FOR ONE HOUR TO ALLOW THE STAFF TO EAT AND SLEEP' was enough information for Frank to convince his brother that a few drinks in the Piano Bar mixing with gorgeous women would help to take his mind off what Frank referred to as, 'that fucking Italian woman.' 

The Piano Bar was unexpectedly busy for an afternoon, an overcast sky and a shower of rain forcing people from the beach into pubs. The music was loud. The fragrance of feminine aromas mingling with male testosterone filling the room with the promise of expectation, the flirtatious acquaintance of two girls sitting on stools at the bar getting Frank's attention.

He didn't have time to find out their names before he was spinning on his heels in retreat, a dismissive hand gesture and a string of abusive remarks following in his wake.

"Fucking lesbians," Frank barked, pulling up a stool at the bar, lighting a cigarette and reaching for his drink, burying the bitter rejection inside his glass.

In the ensuing silence that embarrassment always brings, Frank ordered another round of drinks, pulling on his cigarette as if deep in thought, the cogs of time moving inside his head, searching his memory files for a suitable story to lift the mood.

"I'll tell you a story about a friend of mine called Kevin Mills," Frank volunteered, pausing to pay the barman for the drinks.

"I met Kevin on a tour of Northern Island. We kept in touch after we left the army. Kevin had a passion for speed. He was an adrenaline addict. Fast cars. Fast bikes. Fast women. He was killed in a motorbike accident on the M6 motorway after colliding with an army vehicle.

"A fucking army vehicle," he cursed, crushing his cigarette into an ashtray.

"When Kevin discovered that his wife was having an affair he thought long and hard trying to think of a way to punish her. That's when an old army friend introduced him to a tattooist," Frank said, smiling into his glass.

"Kevin saw this as the perfect opportunity. After weeks of persuasion he eventually convinced his wife to have a tattoo. She decided that a single red rose discretely positioned on her lower back would be tasteful. When the work-of-art was completed she was told to keep the dressing on until the following day." 

Frank grinned and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling above his head.

"The divorce that followed was extremely messy but the perpetual body art of a red rose growing from the small eye of a huge cock and two hairy balls just above the bikini line gave Kevin Mills a great deal of personal satisfaction."

After an unconvincing snigger from Chris, Frank turned to face his brother, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, a hint of patronising cynicism in his voice. 

"When you get through with fucking that Italian woman, I'll see you in the Piano Bar later tonight," he mocked, swirling his glass on the wet surface of the table, tapping his feet beneath the bar stool as Thin Lizzy launched into 'The Boys Are Back in Town.' 

He didn't want to keep Martina waiting. He wanted to look his best. He chose a pair of white chinos and a striking white designer shirt which he thought would be appropriate for a surreptitious night of bondage and domination. 

He left the hotel just after seven-thirty taking the fifteen-minute walk to the marina.

A yellow orange glow settling just above the distant hills signalled the final minutes of the day would soon slip away and a galaxy of stars would be lighting up the Mediterranean sky.

A cruise ship sounded a horn as it headed into port and several yachts and motor launches were mooring up for the evening. 

A tourist boat with a string of coloured lights draped around the open deck moved slowly out of the harbour, a group of elderly people laughing and sipping champagne under a soft serenade of violins, embarking on an evening trip around the headland.

He traced the route from the previous night, strolling aimlessly along the marina, following a myriad of brilliant white crafts and endless rows of gleaming white boats, some of them bigger than houses, pausing to read the name 'Sasso' written in bold script letters along the bow of one of the most prestigious boats in the harbour. 




Playground of Delights



The captivating smile of perfection greeted him as he approached the yacht, a long stemmed glass of champagne in one hand, the other hand inviting him to take the access platform onto the launch.

"Hello again," she smiled, raising an eyebrow of approval, kissing him softly on the lips, a trace of perfume just enough to heighten her femininity and just enough catch his attention. 

"I wasn't sure you'd turn up," she said, offering him a glass of champagne, pointing a finger at the bowl of strawberries and an assortment of hors d'oeuvres on a white table cloth. 

"I thought my erotic fantasies might have scared you off," she smiled, flashing her dark eyes and slipping a strawberry between her lips, biting half and offering him the rest.

"Memories," she toasted, raising her glass in salute, skipping playfully around the deck with the elegance of a dancer, a black silk dress moulding like a second skin to impossible curves, the front cut low exposing a mouth-watering cleavage, shapely breasts bouncing invitingly beneath the silk material, nipples that couldn't be ignored blossoming through the soft fabric, the back of the dress open from the shoulders to her waist revealing an expanse of smooth olive skin, the long splits up both sides uncovering endless legs growing from a pair of five-inch black stilettos.

Her lips were soft, her tongue cool from the champagne, the kiss brief but passionate. 

"Walk with me. Let me show you around the boat," she said, filling their glasses with champagne, the acquaintance of her hand, the intimacy of touch fuelling the fire of passion, chemicals charging adrenaline, pulses racing, eyes searching eyes, compliments following compliments, kisses stolen at any given opportunity, her voice captivating, her elegance and beauty seductive, the promise of bondage and domination torturing his mind. 

Sitting on deck loungers, sipping champagne, breathing in the scent of the Mediterranean Sea, feasting on the intoxicating smell of arousal, breathing in the unmistakable aroma of sex, flirting and laughing, sharing information, some light-hearted and some serious, discussing their background and hopes for the future. 

She talked briefly about her estranged relationship with Jack and how they first met when she lived in Tuscany and a little information about their business activities although from what she was saying it appeared that he kept her at arms-length with most of his business interests and certainly his finances. However, it was clear to see that Jack had made them filthy rich, and all Martina had to do was to spend his money.

When he mentioned children it became clear that he had reminded Martina of something very painful from her past. She told him that when she was in her late teens she had fallen in love with a man from her village in Tuscany. When she found out she was pregnant they were both overjoyed and planned to get married. 

A weighty loneliness stared out from empty eyes, a wounded voice and a broken heart describing complications during childbirth and the pain and devastation of losing a child. 

"Let's walk to the upper level," she whispered, forcing a smile and lifting from the lounger, the invitation breaking the crippling silence hanging between them, the sparkle and calm returning to her eyes, the painful memories swept away in the soft caress of the wind.

A full moon reflected a white beam of light stretching as far as the eye could see over the black still waters of the Mediterranean Sea, her elegance and charm captured in the hide and seek of shadows, the silhouette of personified perfection dancing and twirling in perpetual motion around the deck. 

The embrace passionate, lips meeting in romantic unity, the kiss warm wet and meaningful, biting his lower lip in playful capture between her teeth, sucking it inside her warm mouth, tongues duelling in an exchange of heated of breath, chemicals stimulating senses, pulses throbbing, gestures responding to impulse urges, impatient hands sweeping over curves, squeezing soft feminine flesh, groping hard masculine flesh, two people swimming in a sea of frustrated emotions, two lovers desperate for carnal connection. 

"Oh yes," she breathed, feeling the swollen limb pressing urgently against her thigh, sweeping her hands across his chest, opening the smooth white buttons on his shirt, a teasing smile pulling at her lips, reaching into the ice bucket, opening his mouth and placing an ice cube on his tongue, lips crashing together, tongues embarking on a mission of playful pursuit, searching his mouth, sweeping and dancing over teeth, probing the cold object with her warm tongue, holding the playful capture long enough until the ice cube melted away in a cool stream of liquid passion. 

"Unhook my dress," she smiled, flashing her eyes with flirtatious intent, lifting a hand to his face and brushing water from his chin, his well-practiced fingers loosening the tiny hook and eye, slipping the straps from her shoulders and down her arms, the black silk falling to her waist, shapely breasts bouncing invitingly in the breeze, nipples the size of two thimbles blossoming from dark areolas, cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, kneading softly, feeling their weight, their warmth and softness filling his hands. 

Lips met. Lips pulsed. Lips parted, the kiss passionate and meaningful, arousal fuelling emotions, bodies pushing together in a simulation of coital foreplay, eager hands moving with sensitive meaning, caressing one breast and squeezing the other, twisting and pulling both nipples in playful capture between his fingers and thumbs, reaching around her waist, gliding over soft feminine curves, squeezing her shapely bottom, feeling the silk material slipping through his fingers, before dropping to the floor around her ankles.

A gasp and a deep intake of breath, the perfection of beauty caught in his vision, eyes wide open, hypnotised by her unabashed nakedness, the Italian Goddess standing precariously on a pair of towering heels wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of black lace knickers, holding his arm for support, lifting one foot and then the other, kicking her shoes playfully across the deck, stepping out of the dress with the grace of a ballerina.

The embrace warm and tender, two people held in capture on the upper deck of the yacht, her raven hair blowing carelessly in the breeze, a full moon lighting up the sky high above the Mediterranean Sea, obscure shadows of intimate suggestion stretching across the deck, two lovers engaging in a courtship of seductive acquaintance, a mutual engagement of understanding, an urgent enquiry of coital persuasion.

The closeness, the promise of intimacy, the familiarity of touch, the acquaintance of soft lips peppering light kisses of affection across his neck before lowering to her knees, two hands gliding playfully over his chest, following the trail of her moist lips, sucking his hard nipples on the way down, wiggling her tongue, holding each one in erogenous capture between her teeth, smearing his stomach in a wet stream of saliva, slipping her hands inside the waistband of his pants and pulling them to the floor, nine-and-a-half-inches of liberated flesh springing free from the dark confinement of his briefs, the gruesome muscle bobbing and swaying in front of her eyes.

"You're so big," she whispered, an eager hand working the formidable limb up and down, pulling and tugging with vigorous intent, the momentum gathering speed, the bulbous head playing hide and seek beneath a shroud of loose foreskin, easing him into her hungry mouth, feasting on the meaty shaft before easing him out, sucking and blowing, pulling him back, taking him deep, swallowing the length from the head to the root, a helpless mouth stretching in choking gags around the girth, cheeks bulging in submissive protest against the brutal invasion, blowing him out in breathless gasps for air, dragging her teeth slowly along the swollen limb, leaving wet trails of saliva along the length and a smearing of lipstick glistening on the smooth head. 

A frustrated sigh and an uncomfortable shuffle, the hardwood timber surface torturing her knees, a familiar dampness manifesting inside her knickers and a nagging pulse between her legs, a gesture of movement taking his outstretched hand and lifting to her feet, insistent words dancing impatiently behind her teeth.

"I need this inside me," she breathed.

A firm hand around her waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, lifting her into his arms, navigating his way carefully across the deck, carrying her through pair of sliding doors and into the main cabin, a low light casting ominous shadows across the room, a playful whisper, a seductive voice of persuasion and a motioning hand guiding him in the direction of a beam of light spilling through an open door. 

The bedroom was spacious, two large candles on the bedside tables lighting up a mirrored ceiling above a king-sized bed, lavender scented rose petals and an oasis of pillows spread over black satin sheets, two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne cooling in an ice bucket on a small table by the bed hinting at the promise of erotic theatre, a carnal arena for endless hours of illicit entertainment. 

The bed dipped under her weight, the satin sheets cool against her back, closing her eyes and opening her legs, a viscous liquid bleeding through her knickers betraying evidence of her urgent need for penetration.

A vulva aching with desire, a familiar pulse between her legs, a wanting woman desperate for physical contact, shuffling on the bed and lifting her bottom just enough to slide the black underwear down her legs, the lace panties abandoned on the floor. 

She kept her eyes closed. She spread her legs and opened her body. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to dominate her. She wanted him to hurt and abuse her. She wanted him to fuck her like a wild animal. 

The promise of expectation burning between her thighs, a racing heartbeat pounding inside her chest, her breasts rising and falling, deep intakes of breath forcing frustrated sighs, waiting impatiently, keeping her eyes closed, listening for sounds, for movements, for anything, waiting and listening, embracing the silence, joining in the conspiratorial fantasy, a promising extravaganza of mystery and excitement. 

An impulsive movement, the bed creaking under his weight, a shuffle, an orientation of heads meeting feet, an urgent adjustment for oral stimulation, the warmth of his thighs brushing against her arms, the thickening muscle throbbing on her chest, the unexpected acquaintance of a cold object sweeping in mystifying circles over heated flesh, a breathless gasp of uncertainty spilling from her mouth, her eyes opening wide in startled protest. 

The capture of intimate suggestion, a vision of playful familiarity, his bottom perched just above her face, two hairy testicles dangling over her nose, an ice cube in his hand dancing playfully over curves in a seductive ballet of intimate foreplay, an eager tongue following the trail of cool water, down one leg and up the other, teasing her inner thighs, a brief enquiry of her pubic bush, dipping between the slippery flaps and folds, sweeping in lazy circles over the swollen clitoris, his cool lips peppering a path of chilling kisses over the urethra, a wet tongue teasing the delicate petals of her inner heat, feasting on the fleshy lips of her labia, the cool liquid pooling between her thighs.

"Cosi ti piace giocare con i cubetti di ghiaccio," she smiled, amusement flashing in her dark eyes. "Well I like to play with ice cubes too," she mused, giving his balls a playful squeeze, leaning over and opening a drawer in the bedside table, removing two silk ties and a bottle of strawberry oil. 

"I hope you know how to tie a woman to a bed and give her a good fucking?" she said, handing him the silk ties, taking four ice cubes from the champagne bucket and inserting them inside her vagina, a playful smile lifting the corners of her mouth. 

"I told you I like a bit of bondage," she giggled, offering her hands in submissive capture. "This is your playground of delights," the temptress invited, her bondage complete, her legs open, an invitation of playful pursuit hovering behind a suggestive smile, a raised eyebrow and questioning eye demanding action.

"You have to make the ice cubes dance until they disappear forever." 

A head flooding in a sea of erotic possibilities, a diverse enquiry inspiring curiosity, primal urges overcoming hesitancy, an iceberg of an erection stretching the wet lips of her vulva, sliding seamlessly inside the cold confines of her slippery vault, two bodies moving to persuasive urges, the probing connection of unquenchable unity gathering speed, pushing in and pulling out, quick strokes following slow strokes, hard strokes chasing fast strokes, in and out, back and forth, slapping and squelching, ice cubes dancing over his hot fleshy limb, clashing in a duel against the inner walls of her cold interior.

Hard and fast, gathering speed, pushing in and pulling out, the acquaintance of cold and heated genitalia fused together in a coital rhythm of give and take, the compliance of furtive expectation fuelling arousal, the union of surreptitious connection growing in a mutual exchange of animated smiles and triumphant cries, discomfort giving way to pleasure, the ice cubes eventually yielding to the heat of passion, cool streams of water spilling down his cock and over his balls, pooling on the bed sheet beneath them.

"Wow, fucking with ice cubes. Who would have thought? That was certainly different," he uttered, through a throaty gasp, collapsing on the bed and burying his face in her hair, breathing in the moist remnants of passion. 

"It was a strange sensation but nevertheless a remarkable and momentous fuck," he smiled, his face a mask of pleasure, sucking in precious air through his nose.

Amusement flashed in her dark eyes and a wicked smile lifted the corners of her mouth. 

"After you catch your breath you can untie my hands and I'll let you try the strawberries. There just as much fun," she grinned. "I call them fuck-me-fruit." 

He wasn't surprised to discover that the furtive acquaintance of strawberries were just as stimulating as the ice cubes, but he was a little surprised when she pulled them from her vagina and offered them to his waiting mouth. 

"I'm going to cover your body in oil and then I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop," she smiled, brushing hair from her face, squatting over his back and taking the bottle of strawberry scented oil from the bedside table.

Shuffling on the bed, shifting her weight and walking on her knees, letting him feel the moist lips of her vulva opening over the cheeks of his bottom before spilling a generous amount of oil from the container, sweeping her slippery hands over his back, massaging his neck and arms, working his shoulders with her fingers and thumbs, pressing gently at first and then applying a little more pressure when she thought it appropriate.

"You'll like this," she whispered, pouring oil over his lower back and buttocks, smoothing it into the valley between the cheeks of his bottom, sliding a fingernail along the perineum before dipping into the crack of his arse, teasing and probing the dark orifice with a slippery finger, twisting and pulling the anal hair, his cock reacting to the persuasion of touch, pressing hard against the bed, pre-cum seeping from the open eye, his arousal at the point that he thought if he didn't turn over quickly he might end up fucking the mattress.

She was on top of him before his back hit the mattress, her feline giggles and laughter accompanying a lavish coating of oil over both their bodies, flashing her eyes and giving a little extra lubrication to the primed instrument before making an adjustment on the bed, the union of two bodies aligned in a position of sixty-nine, slipping and sliding in a creative dance over oily skin, a courtship of flirtatious expectation, a seductive invitation of coital foreplay, fondling and groping, moving to the persuasion of touch, a potent combination of intimate exploration, a methodical mission of carnal discovery.

The warmth, the softness, the weight of her tits flattening against his chest, her slippery bottom sliding over his thighs, her vulva pressing against his thick appendage, cupping her breasts in both hands, pushing her tits together and wrapping them around his oily limb, holding his straining cock in promising capture between her cleavage, sliding up and down in a seductive rhythm of pleasure, massaging the length, embracing the girth, sweeping her tongue over the bulbous head, feasting on his pulse of life, rejoicing in the responsive moans and satisfying groans spilling from his lips.

Pulses racing, heartbeats smothered under breathless gasps, chemicals fuelling a turbulence of impossible urges, the urgency of coital expectation gathering speed, body-to-body, skin-to-skin, flesh-to-flesh, him on top of her, her on top of him, slipping and sliding, touching and fondling, groping and squeezing, lifting and lowering, swaying and bouncing, grunting and panting, wriggling her bottom, lifting up and dipping down, smothering his face in a sea of warm secretions, assaulting his nostrils with the musky smell of maturity, a brief pause and a deep intake of breath, a gesture of persuasive movement, shifting his weight on the bed, adjusting position, an impulsive diversion of sexual orientation. 

She followed his motioning gesture, lying face down on the satin sheets with a pillow tucked under her tummy, his slippery hands travelling in a downward path marking a thrilling trail of oily fluids over her smooth sculptured back, taking in the feminine curves of perfection, sweeping over the delightful invitation of a pouting bottom, kissing and biting both bubble cheeks, pulling them gently apart in a calculated intrusion of intimacy, bathing the dark orifice with his tongue, breathing in the musky odours of sex before proceeding down her legs until he reached her feet. 

His grip was firm but his fingers were sensuous, teasing the tight gaps between each painted toe, applying increased pressure on the arches, working the soft textures of her instep, gliding back up her long legs, peppering warm kisses and soft bites along the way, tasting the strawberry flavoured oil on his lips before coming to rest on her bottom. 

A brief pause to take in her captivating beauty before pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the dark valley of hidden secrets, teasing and probing the anal opening, easing a slippery finger slowly and gently inside her anal passage, involuntary thrusts responding to the unexpected visitor, arching her back from the bed, a welcoming invitation for anal enquiry forcing its way between clenched teeth. 

"That feels so good," she whispered, lifting onto her knees on all fours with her arms outstretched on the bed and both hands flat on the mattress, arching her back, her bottom perched submissively on the edge of the bed, opening her legs, opening her body, looking back over her shoulder, the promise of a shameless invitation hanging on her lips.

"Put that big thing inside me and fuck me hard."

Shuffling forward on his feet, trying to find purchase on the carpeted floor, both hands holding her waist, opening his legs and manoeuvring into position, the threatening limb swaying about like a thoroughbred colt preparing to mount a mare in heat. 

Glancing over her shoulder and brushing hair from her face, a welcoming smile lifting the corners of her mouth, shifting her weight on the bed and opening her legs in a responsive gesture of commitment, clenching her teeth and bracing her body for entry, reaching back with a guiding hand, curling her fingers around nine-and-a-half-inches of throbbing muscle, sucking in air through her nose before easing the fearsome object inside her body.




Playground of Passion



After three of those delicious frozen concoctions, "180 Octane" I think they were called, we left the Fat Tuesday in downtown Greenberg feeling lightheaded and passionate. The band's last song had been low, and had a tinge of the blues. We danced close, our bodies pressing into one another's, and our hips grinding in unison. The sensuous dance aroused us both, and our faces were tainted with lust.

I wasn't ready for the night to end. The liquor had me mixed with adult desires and childish merriment. I suggested we go to the park.

"The park?" Ryan questioned and pulled me to him, a smile playing on his lips. "Ah, does my girl wanna play?"

I murmured in his ear, "I want to play with you...on the slide, on the swing, on the merry-go-round."

He took my hand and led me to the car, where he opened my door. Before I got in, he gazed deeply into my green eyes. He touched my face, and our lips met with a fiery coupling. The kiss became even more desirous. He swept his hand up the nape of my neck, and grabbed my hair, tugging it just hard enough to make me want him to take me right there in the parking lot. He pulled away, eyes never leaving mine, and walked around to the driver's side.

We pulled into the darkened lot at the park and killed the lights. There were houses very close by, so we had to be discreet. I felt like a teenager sneaking out at night. We played a game of cat- and- mouse, running from tree to tree. He finally caught up to me at the slide steps. He grasped my hands in one of his own and held them above my head. I always loved that feeling of being helpless to him, of surrendering to his power. His tongue began making little circles from the bottom of my neck to the tip of my earlobe. I started to feel that aching inside; that desire for him. 

His tongue parted my lips and began to dance with mine. At first it was a slow dance, and then the hunger was like an erupting volcano. It became fierce. His grip on my wrists tightened. I was utterly weak to his strength. My body quivered to his touch as he used his free hand to roam my flesh. My breath caught in my throat when his hand cupped and massaged my breast. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers, making me shudder with pleasure. 

Then, his hand released mine and allowed me to touch him. I felt the silkiness of his black hair beneath my craving fingers. He drew soft fingers up my tanned thigh. Shivers erupted throughout my body, and my nails slid across his muscular back. He slipped his fingers under my skirt to find that I hadn't worn any panties. 

I went up a couple of the slide steps. 

"That's my girl," Ryan said.

He began kissing me at my knee, and ended at the pool of honey that he had created with his tantalizing tongue. One little flick across my clit and I was moaning for more. 

He looked into my eyes and asked, "Do you want it?"

"Yes," I murmured, opening my legs wider for easier access.

He gave me a sly grin, and disappeared between my legs. He made love to my pussy with his mouth as if he were kissing me face to face. His lips were velvety soft and his tongue moved in gentle, rhythmic circles around my clit. It was erotic and passionate. I looked around me, at where I was: a public playground on the steps of a slide. The sheer idea of being caught aroused me, and still I had this wonderful tongue now whipping back and forth across my bud. 

My hips swiveled to meet his twirling tongue. From deep within me came a series of sighs. I was nearing ecstasy. I began to moan and buck against his face. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of nostalgia. I was paralyzed with pleasure, and the spasms seemed to go on forever. 

When they finally subsided, Ryan looked at me with those robin blue eyes. They never left my face as he kissed his way up my body. He was bulging, so I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, freeing him from his confinement. That's where I left him, as I scrambled up the steps and coasted down the slide, giggling wildly.

I ran to the swing and pushed off the ground with my feet. I glanced over at where he stood. He looked bewildered. I gave him a come-and-get-me look. Peering around him, he held his member in his hand and strolled over to the swings. He took a seat on the swing next to mine.

As I swung higher and higher, he stroked his cock while he watched my long, blonde hair trail behind me. Alas, he grabbed my slender leg and stopped me. 

"My turn," he said offering himself to me. "You know what to do."

I knelt before him admiring the beauty of his sex rod. He liked to be touched softly at first, so I began by rubbing the juices that had already formed around the tip of his cock. My silky fingers then gently moved up and down the length of his shaft. My hands left him unattended only as I unbuttoned my shirt. I moved closer to him and placed his rock hard cock between my double Ds. 

He groaned his pleasure as I fucked his cock with my tits. He grabbed my head in his strong hands, urging me to take it into my mouth. Bending my head, I suckled the tip of his cock each time it came sliding up between my breasts.

With one hand, I began to gently caress his balls. The other held his cock firmly in place as I licked him up one side and down the other. I took only the head into my mouth, teasing him until he could handle it no longer. 

"Take it all in, baby," he whispered hoarsely.

I fixated my eyes on his, and slowly took the length of his love tool into my mouth. His body relaxed, and his head rolled back.

"Oh, Jessica, you are so hot. Yeah, baby, suck my cock," he said drawing in a sharp breath.

My lips tightened around his rod. My tongue was circling the tip of his dick while I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. Every few seconds, I'd stop to take his entire being into my warm mouth.

"Oh, Jess, don't stop now," he groaned as I picked up the pace.

His legs shifted. He thrust his hips toward my face, and I was forced to take every inch of his manhood down my throat. He hardened even more, and I knew it was time. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his groin. 

"Oh, yeah, I love to fuck your face," he moaned. 

With one final thrust, I felt his hot cum spill down my throat. He shuddered with pleasure as I touched his balls gently while he released his seed. I always loved the look on his face when he came. He was so sexy.

He couldn't move for a moment, so he just held my head in his arms.

When Ryan finally came out of his euphoria, he stood and arranged his clothing. Grasping my hands, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, tasting his own juices on my lips. Arm in arm, we headed back to the car. These are memories that will last a lifetime.



Playground Playmates



He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue.

"Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself.

Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life. 

Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.

He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her.

Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body. 

Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing.

She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?"

His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees.

Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket.

Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire. 

Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa.

Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid. 

He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast.

"Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?"

Her face was in full flush. She nodded her consent. Slowly, she turned to place the glass on the table next to the trimmer. Deliberately she turned so that her body forced him to view her from the rear. She climbed on her knees up onto the sofa and rested her face on the bolstered back. Her hands slowly reached back, caressed her hips for but a second, moved lower to capture the fullness of her buttocks and slowly spread herself for him.

He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers as the alabaster globes parted to reveal the dark treasure hidden between them. His hands trembled slightly as he squirted some lubricant onto his finger and began to massage it into the wrinkled skin of this most erotic portal. 

He could hear her breathing change, becoming deeper and more frequent, as he gently slid first one, then two fingers inside the tight opening. It always amazed him how tight she was, how strongly she gripped him there. Then he slowly, almost apologetically removed the fingers, leaving her agape for the briefest of seconds as he applied lubricant to the plastic plug. He kissed his way down her back, across the swell of her hips, then lapped at the top of her ass cleft as he gently pressed the tapered tip of the instrument into her opening. 

Accepting, eager, she pressed outwards from somewhere deep inside, relaxing the restriction of her muscular ring and easing the entry. The probe quickly slipped inside her. She was forced to stretch to her widest width. Her anal ring pulsated as it gripped down on the narrow base. She rose slowly and turned to him, her look a combination of angel and slut, of fear and desire, and of apprehension and surrender.

They kissed deeply and she put one hand on his chest as if only by pressing herself away could she leave him, even if only temporarily. She wiggled her ass at him and looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Let me throw on something fit for public. Let's get the hell out of here!"

She reviewed her own reflection in the full-length mirror with a critical eye. She wanted to please him! She wanted him to look at her from across any room and experience the same lust for her as she had for him. 

Her dress was a simple black sheath that clung to her like a glove. From the hemline to mid-calf was a slit that revealed her well-defined dancer's legs. She traced her body with her fingertips and experienced the thrill of anticipation of things to come this evening.

When she stepped into the living room he was standing on the balcony with his back to her. He was unaware of her presence. This allowed her the pleasure of watching him from a distance. He was so handsome in his black turtleneck sweater and tweed jacket. His sliver hair shimmered from the light of the moon. As she walked towards him, she was suddenly overcome with a degree of sexual arousal that was foreign to her. 

The plug filled her so intimately and massaged her anus, with each step creating involuntary contractions that rippled throughout her dark cavern. Her inner walls clung to this gift he had so lovingly placed inside her and caressed this tool as an extension of her lover. Her vaginal walls began to moisten; so delicious was the pleasure produced by each step she took. Her nipples were now in a full state of arousal from the pressure and tug of the delicate gold braid. 

She wondered how she could possibly make it through this night without screaming out for the entire world to know that she and this wonderful man were playing such a secret game!

She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm ready if you are baby." She whispered as her tongue traced his earlobe.

Through his trousers she could feel the evidence of his manhood bulge. He was wearing the silver cock-ring that she had presented as her memento to remind him always of this day. The metal ring held his testicles in full bloom. His erection was hard and elongated and very evident even fully clothed. 

"Is this for me?" she teased.

He turned and pulled her into his arms where they exchange a passion filled kiss while his own hand sought to feel the base of the artificial cock that filled her ass. "Think of this as me within you all night!"

"Ready to play?" He was a skillful driver and maneuvered the car into the traffic congestion with ease. "I want you to check you inhibitions at the door!"

"Where are we going?"

"Patience, Sugar, you're really going to like the place! I promise!"

Less than twenty minutes later, they were parked outside of a nondescript building with an almost obscure sign that said, THE PLAYGROUND. He came to her side of the car and took her hand to help her exit the car.

"Make them all drool doll!" he said as he impishly pinched her buttocks.

She smiled at him with a devilish grin. "I want you to walk behind me and watch my ass and try to imagine what this feels like! And, oh yes, these are for you" she winked as she handed him her delicate panties. "I wore them long enough so you can smell me when you miss me!" 

With a swish and sway to her walk she taunted him. His eyes were glued to her! She could feel his desire burn through the small distance that separated them. He caught up with her just before they reached the door.

Once inside she was tantalized by all that she saw for this was no ordinary playground. Each of her senses was immediately accentuated! This was a haven for hedonistic desire.

Music permeated her with a beat of wild tribal proportions. All around her couples were dressed for seduction, heat radiated from them, mirrors reflected light from their jewelry, dresses and the glimmer of sexual tension in all of their eyes.

Only the first minute had past and already she was held a willing captive to this environment. She squeezed his hand, "You really did it this time, Charles! I love it!"

The crowded dance floor was the object of her attention. She led him by the hand as her body surrendered to the music. As though in a hypnotic trance she began to respond to the rhythms. He followed her willingly even though he did not much enjoy dancing, but he did so enjoy watching her dance. Tonight he knew she would dance like she had never danced before.

Television screens hung around the lounge playing a different drama on each. Every imaginable sexual deed was portrayed as the playground continued to fill with new faces and new potential playmates.

"Let's get a drink." He guided her to a small table in the corner where she would be offered an unobstructed view of the landscape.

He stepped behind her just as she was about to be seated and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her dress. The leather felt cool to her naked buttocks; but the padding was not soft and offered no cushioning for the plug. Pride prevented her from even flinching. She took that seat with a royal flair.

His hand kneaded her neck and shoulders as he directed her attention to a couple on the dance floor. "Keep an eye on those two, Sugar. Watch the heat between them! We might want to catch some of that action!"

The woman was slight in build with natural blonde hair. She danced around her mate, tempting him, rubbing against him, enticing him to respond to her! As though bewitched by a spell cast by her movements he began to roll her blouse upward. So she danced there bare breasted with an illuminate smile.

"Charles, I am so wet! I am not going to be able to leave this chair!" He laughed at her and smiled with a mocking grin.

"Yes, you will! Come on, time to dance again!" He left her no choice, dance she would!

He managed to position them so they danced beside the beautiful blonde nymph. Her eyes were like flames. She turned to Charles and stepped between them becoming his partner. "What's your name?" His eyes drilled into hers. His voice was deep and dripping with thick "honey coated" sexuality. His fingertips brushed lightly over her nubs. She grinned broadly without missing a beat of the music. 

"Charlotte." She responded and twirled about to face his woman. Charlotte wrapped one arm around Sugar's waist and pulled her closer. She slid her body up and down, thrusting her pelvis forward, and grinding her feminine mound against first Charles and then his lady. Her bare breasts were aglow in sweat. Charlotte laughed coyly as she stretched upward on her toes and locked her lips in a deep kiss with Sugar's sweet lips. Both women danced to the music they now orchestrated. Charles was delighted to watch his lady in such a confused state of mind. Her face flushed with surprise, desire, and a hint of embarrassment. She was obviously stunned by the action. Yet. she returned the kiss as though it was the most natural of acts.

Charlotte's hand squeezed Sugar's buttocks, and her hand then sought the tender nipples. "I'd like to kiss these too!" On and on the two women danced oblivious to all others.

Oh that music! Shamelessly her body undulated with the beat, she danced as she visualized Charles fucking her when they got back to the hotel. 

Charlotte sensed that the time was now and dropped to her knees and lifted the black dress. Their eyes were glued to the others. Charlotte's sweet tongue flickered across the freshly trimmed mound and then darted forwarded. Her juices were already flowing! One hand held her buttocks tightly so that Sugar could not squirm away. Her bud was caressed between Charlotte's lips. Her knees felt weak and she began to tremble. She did not faint but she could not support herself any longer and she sank to the floor. Both Charles and Charlotte caught her before she made contact with the ground.

No one else stopped dancing! No one else seemed to notice.

Charles led her back to their table and insisted that she drink a glass of water to refresh her once again. He noticed her eyes grow round and large. She was entranced. He followed her gaze over to the bar.

There sitting in all her glory was another blonde woman, her frame was large and her hair was bleached and teased high. Her breasts hung low and were huge and bare. Her legs were spread wide and hung over the shoulders of one of the players. Her jeans were around her ankles. His face was buried deep into her cunt curls. She humped against his face and howled as she reached orgasm. He licked his way up her torso. Then he wiped his mouth on a napkin and drained a new bottle of beer in one continuous gulp. 

"Anything goes" seemed to be the code of this establishment, provided it was consensual. And, they had only begun to explore all there was to offer.

"You have 'fuck me' written all over your face." Charles had slipped his hand between the leather cushion and her flesh. His index finger manipulated the embedded plug. "And, before the evening is over, you are going to be begging me to fuck you in front of all these people. 

With a quick nod of his head and a gentle tug on her arm, Sugar stood to follow her man. She glanced back at the stool where she had just been seated and saw the glistening trail of evidence that marked her escalating state of arousal. Any lingering doubts or insecurities disappeared as Sugar cupped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly. 

"I want this!" Her voice was deep and sexy.

Charles smiled. "When the time is right, you're going to have to beg me to plunge this inside you! I can't wait to see what hole you choose!" His smile of reassurance always kept her on solid ground no matter what height or depth they choose to explore. He pinched her taut nipples and she cried "Ahhh" with unrestrained pleasure. 

She loved this man. She'd follow him anywhere. She would do anything to please him.

They were all there for the same reason, a shared commonality, and a mutual penchant for the erotic pleasures life had to offer. They were there to watch and be watched, touch and be touched, fuck and be fucked! There was something for everybody at this Playground.

"Shall we go check out the rest of the place?" He guided her with his hand at the small of her back down a dark mirrored hallway.

Standing in an open doorway was a man wearing a tuxedo tailored to reveal his well-defined pecks and tight buns. The room was a changing area, the last oasis where one shed clothing and any latent inhibitions. 

Charles turned Sugar so she faced the lockers and unzipped her dress and leaned his body close into hers. "Take a deep breath, Babe. I'm going to slip this little toy out your luscious ass. I want it available for me!"

She laid her face against the cool metal for support. Her hand sought his hot erection as his fingers gently tugged at the base of the plug that so snugly filled her. The base of the toy stretched her as it began to exit the dark tunnel. Her ring contracted in a series of quick spasms. She sighed softly and closed eyes enjoying the orgasmic ride. Charles kissed the back of her neck and pocketed the toy.

"I want you to fuck me now!" Her was low and sultry. A rivulet of cum crept down her inner thigh.

"NOT YET! You have to beg!"

Wrapped in thick white towels they stood before the two heavy double doors. There was no hesitation! They were here for fun and that was the promise that awaited them on the other side of the door.

Debauchery! There was a sea of naked humanity! Each was engaged in a personal indulgence to satisfy their appetite for sexual pleasure.

Charles scanned the room quickly as he accessed the acts and the actors. Sugar was already swept away by the visions and sounds of passion play. They began to snake their way through the tangle of bodies. He was guiding them to an area where a series of private rooms were available. 

They found themselves in a room full of mattresses that were already occupied by several groupings of those already in orgy mode.

Charles and Sugar found a spot against the wall. They had a front row seat to watch the mesh of wet genitals, hungry mouths, writhing bodies and sounds of ecstasy.

Sugar's fingers were toying with her clit as she watched. Charles sank to his knees and assaulted her with his tongue between her lips. Her cunt has the most delicious flavor! He absolutely loves eating this woman! His tongue bathed her lips and collected every precious drop of juice. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, and pressed her legs apart so he had access to tease and toy with her tight pucker. Sugar's fingers were working furiously.

Charles swirled his tongue around her rapidly swelling clit and pushed the fleshy hood back with his tongue tip. He lapped and stroked that usually hidden sensitive skin beneath the underside. He concentrated on her most responsive spot. She began to moan and thrust her hips into his mouth. She was ready to cum!

Charles fastened his lips over her clit and sucked hard, stretching her little girl cock, and flicking his tongue back and forth over the inflamed tissue. Sugar's ass clenched, her body shook as orgasm flooded her being.

As she was recovering, Charles moved up her body with a trail of wet kisses and covered her mouth with his own to share her own exquisite flavors. He cradled and cuddled her body next to his. Sugar stroked his cock until it was once again fully awakened.


A spot on the mattresses became open. Sugar led Charles to a reclining position and crawled between his legs and took his thick rigid cock between her lips. Her tits bounced, the nipples hard with the restraints of the gold chord that bound them, as she sucked with true desire.

Charles pulled her upwards and had her impale her cunt on his ready cock. She rode him for a few thrusts before taking charge once again. One of her favorite games is "clit fucking". She gently removed his cock from her pussy and laid it flat against his belly. She settled her puffy cunt on either side of it and began to hump her hips back and forth with each pass and rubbing her clit across the ridge of his cock head.

Her second orgasm was nearing. Charles reached up and took a tender nipple between his thumbs and forefingers as she continued to fuck herself to climax. She collapsed against his chest and lay there breathing deeply.




Playground Playmates



Charles was not ready to stop. He flipped her body over and buried his cock deeply within her. He was thrusting so enthusiastically that the head of his cock popped free. He moved it across her clit again. 

Sugar was whimpering and trying to position her body so that he would penetrate her ass. She tugged on her nipples and her eyes looked slightly wild. 

"Put it in my ass! Please, Charles, put it in my ass!" Now this qualifies as begging!

Charles grunted as he lifted her legs and spread them. He pressed his cock head gently against her ring. He expected instinctive resistance, but was rewarded with the wonderful sensation as his head popped inside the tight hot grip of her ass. She closed her eyes and sighed as she adjusted to the feel of him.

When she opened her eyes again she signaled that it was okay to continue. Slowly, tenderly, he began to work deeper and deeper into her ass with each thrust. He was on fire and the look in hers eyes was even wilder than before. 

He lifted her legs higher so he could watch the erotic sight. The tiny opening held him like a vise. The muscular ring stretched from it's normal tight pucker to a wider perfect circular opening that massaged his cock with each new movement. He saw her juices wash the smooth patch of skin between her cunt and the opening of her ass. She was glistening wet.

Charles could hold back no longer and began to truly fuck her. She sensed he was close and lowered one hand to her cunt and the other to her nipple. There was no casual toying, but rather a true finger fuck as her hand turned into a blur, working back and forth against the swollen tip of her clit.

"Do it! Cum in my ass! I want to feel you fill my ass! NOW!"

And fill her, he did. One last thrust left him deeply embedded in her bowels and he exploded. At the same time, her hips lifted off the bed in the easily identifiable throes of her own orgasm. 

The muscular spasms wracking her body caused her to lift head and torso simultaneously as each new wave flowed through her. Her mouth was agape as if her soul was demanding comment. But, no noise came forth.

Her right hand desperately tugged at the tightly clamped nipple, pulling on the gold chain and stretching the swollen flesh almost beyond possibility. Her left hand made it's way down the soft flesh of her belly and fanned her clit. The ripples of her climax were clearly visible as her body quaked with a new round of contractions. Finally she committed her passion vocally.

"Damn! I was born to fuck!" 

Her body was still involuntarily arching up from the bed. Her face and chest was flushed to a full crimson. She stopped strumming her swollen clit and began pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Deep gasps began to intermingle with soft sobs as this final stimulus pushed her over the last hurdle and her cunt exploded with the liquid proof of full body climax.

The hot juices gushed over his cock that was still embedded in her ass and down his tightly drawn balls. Charles was pulled back from the semiconscious state produced by his own orgasms and brought the room once again back into focus.

The wiggling mass of humanity that had initially captured Sugar and Charles in minutes before had stopped their own activities long enough to view this total coupling. They were watching intently. Before Charles and Sugar could feel the least bit self-conscious the applause began. It began with one woman who had to drop her lover's cock to begin the demonstration. She patted almost quietly as the others joined her. In seconds the entire room was applauding and lauding for more!

Feeling her ass twitch and clutch his slowly softening cock, he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Shameless whore!" he chuckled as he lifted his lips from hers.

Giving his cock one last squeeze, she kissed him, then bit down gently on his lower lip.

"Pervert!" she hissed as she smiled.

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PLAYGROUND PLAYMATES

He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue. "Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself. Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life. 

Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.

He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her. Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body. Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing. She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?" His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees. Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket. Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire. Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa. Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid. He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast. "Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?" Her face was in full flush. She nodded her consent. Slowly, she turned to place the glass on the table next to the trimmer. Deliberately she turned so that her body forced him to view her from the rear. She climbed on her knees up onto the sofa and rested her face on the bolstered back. Her hands slowly reached back, caressed her hips for but a second, moved lower to capture the fullness of her buttocks and slowly spread herself for him. He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers as the alabaster globes parted to reveal the dark treasure hidden between them. His hands trembled slightly as he squirted some lubricant onto his finger and began to massage it into the wrinkled skin of this most erotic portal. He could hear her breathing change, becoming deeper and more frequent, as he gently slid first one, then two fingers inside the tight opening. It always amazed him how tight she was, how strongly she gripped him there. Then he slowly, almost apologetically removed the fingers, leaving her agape for the briefest of seconds as he applied lubricant to the plastic plug. He kissed his way down her back, across the swell of her hips, then lapped at the top of her ass cleft as he gently pressed the tapered tip of the instrument into her opening. Accepting, eager, she pressed outwards from somewhere deep inside, relaxing the restriction of her muscular ring and easing the entry. The probe quickly slipped inside her. She was forced to stretch to her widest width. Her anal ring pulsated as it gripped down on the narrow base. She rose slowly and turned to him, her look a combination of angel and slut, of fear and desire, and of apprehension and surrender. They kissed deeply and she put one hand on his chest as if only by pressing herself away could she leave him, even if only temporarily. She wiggled her ass at him and looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Let me throw on something fit for public. Let's get the hell out of here!"

She reviewed her own reflection in the full-length mirror with a critical eye. She wanted to please him! She wanted him to look at her from across any room and experience the same lust for her as she had for him. Her dress was a simple black sheath that clung to her like a glove. From the hemline to mid-calf was a slit that revealed her well-defined dancer's legs. She traced her body with her fingertips and experienced the thrill of anticipation of things to come this evening. When she stepped into the living room he was standing on the balcony with his back to her. He was unaware of her presence. This allowed her the pleasure of watching him from a distance. He was so handsome in his black turtleneck sweater and tweed jacket. His sliver hair shimmered from the light of the moon. As she walked towards him, she was suddenly overcome with a degree of sexual arousal that was foreign to her. The plug filled her so intimately and massaged her anus, with each step creating involuntary contractions that rippled throughout her dark cavern. Her inner walls clung to this gift he had so lovingly placed inside her and caressed this tool as an extension of her lover. Her vaginal walls began to moisten; so delicious was the pleasure produced by each step she took. Her nipples were now in a full state of arousal from the pressure and tug of the delicate gold braid. She wondered how she could possibly make it through this night without screaming out for the entire world to know that she and this wonderful man were playing such a secret game! She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm ready if you are baby." She whispered as her tongue traced his earlobe. Through his trousers she could feel the evidence of his manhood bulge. He was wearing the silver cock-ring that she had presented as her memento to remind him always of this day. The metal ring held his testicles in full bloom. His erection was hard and elongated and very evident even fully clothed. "Is this for me?" she teased. He turned and pulled her into his arms where they exchange a passion filled kiss while his own hand sought to feel the base of the artificial cock that filled her ass. "Think of this as me within you all night!"

"Ready to play?" He was a skillful driver and maneuvered the car into the traffic congestion with ease. "I want you to check you inhibitions at the door!" "Where are we going?" "Patience, Sugar, you're really going to like the place! I promise!" Less than twenty minutes later, they were parked outside of a nondescript building with an almost obscure sign that said, THE PLAYGROUND. He came to her side of the car and took her hand to help her exit the car. "Make them all drool doll!" he said as he impishly pinched her buttocks. She smiled at him with a devilish grin. "I want you to walk behind me and watch my ass and try to imagine what this feels like! And, oh yes, these are for you" she winked as she handed him her delicate panties. "I wore them long enough so you can smell me when you miss me!" With a swish and sway to her walk she taunted him. His eyes were glued to her! She could feel his desire burn through the small distance that separated them. He caught up with her just before they reached the door.

Once inside she was tantalized by all that she saw for this was no ordinary playground. Each of her senses was immediately accentuated! This was a haven for hedonistic desire. Music permeated her with a beat of wild tribal proportions. All around her couples were dressed for seduction, heat radiated from them, mirrors reflected light from their jewelry, dresses and the glimmer of sexual tension in all of their eyes. Only the first minute had past and already she was held a willing captive to this environment. She squeezed his hand, "You really did it this time, Charles! I love it!"

The crowded dance floor was the object of her attention. She led him by the hand as her body surrendered to the music. As though in a hypnotic trance she began to respond to the rhythms. He followed her willingly even though he did not much enjoy dancing, but he did so enjoy watching her dance. Tonight he knew she would dance like she had never danced before. Television screens hung around the lounge playing a different drama on each. Every imaginable sexual deed was portrayed as the playground continued to fill with new faces and new potential playmates. "Let's get a drink." He guided her to a small table in the corner where she would be offered an unobstructed view of the landscape. He stepped behind her just as she was about to be seated and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her dress. The leather felt cool to her naked buttocks; but the padding was not soft and offered no cushioning for the plug. Pride prevented her from even flinching. She took that seat with a royal flair. His hand kneaded her neck and shoulders as he directed her attention to a couple on the dance floor. "Keep an eye on those two, Sugar. Watch the heat between them! We might want to catch some of that action!" The woman was slight in build with natural blonde hair. She danced around her mate, tempting him, rubbing against him, enticing him to respond to her! As though bewitched by a spell cast by her movements he began to roll her blouse upward. So she danced there bare breasted with an illuminate smile. "Charles, I am so wet! I am not going to be able to leave this chair!" He laughed at her and smiled with a mocking grin. "Yes, you will! Come on, time to dance again!" He left her no choice, dance she would!

He managed to position them so they danced beside the beautiful blonde nymph. Her eyes were like flames. She turned to Charles and stepped between them becoming his partner. "What's your name?" His eyes drilled into hers. His voice was deep and dripping with thick "honey coated" sexuality. His fingertips brushed lightly over her nubs. She grinned broadly without missing a beat of the music. 

"Charlotte." She responded and twirled about to face his woman. Charlotte wrapped one arm around Sugar's waist and pulled her closer. She slid her body up and down, thrusting her pelvis forward, and grinding her feminine mound against first Charles and then his lady. Her bare breasts were aglow in sweat. Charlotte laughed coyly as she stretched upward on her toes and locked her lips in a deep kiss with Sugar's sweet lips. Both women danced to the music they now orchestrated. Charles was delighted to watch his lady in such a confused state of mind. Her face flushed with surprise, desire, and a hint of embarrassment. She was obviously stunned by the action. Yet. she returned the kiss as though it was the most natural of acts. Charlotte's hand squeezed her buttocks, and her hand then sought the tender nipples. "I'd like to kiss these too!" On and on the two women danced oblivious to all others. Oh that music! Shamelessly her body undulated with the beat, she danced as she visualized Charles fucking her when they got back to the hotel. Charlotte sensed that the time was now and dropped to her knees and lifted the black dress. Their eyes were glued to the others. Charlotte's sweet tongue flickered across the freshly trimmed mound and then darted forwarded. Her juices were already flowing! One hand held her buttocks tightly so that Sugar could not squirm away. Her bud was caressed between Charlotte's lips. Her knees felt weak and she began to tremble. She did not faint but she could not support herself any longer and she sank to the floor. Both Charles and Charlotte caught her before she made contact with the ground. No one else stopped dancing! No one else seemed to notice.

Charles led her back to their table and insisted that she drink a glass of water to refresh her once again. He noticed her eyes grow round and large. She was entranced. He followed her gaze over to the bar.

There sitting in all her glory was another blonde woman, her frame was large and her hair was bleached and teased high. Her breasts hung low and were huge and bare. Her legs were spread wide and hung over the shoulders of one of the players. Her jeans were around her ankles. His face was buried deep into her cunt curls. She humped against his face and howled as she reached orgasm. He licked his way up her torso. Then he wiped his mouth on a napkin and drained a new bottle of beer in one continuous gulp. 

"Anything goes" seemed to be the code of this establishment, provided it was consensual. And, they had only begun to explore all there was to offer.

"You have 'fuck me' written all over your face." Charles had slipped his hand between the leather cushion and her flesh. His index finger manipulated the embedded plug. "And, before the evening is over, you are going to be begging me to fuck you in front of all these people. 

With a quick nod of his head and a gentle tug on her arm, Sugar stood to follow her man. She glanced back at the stool where she had just been seated and saw the glistening trail of evidence that marked her escalating state of arousal. Any lingering doubts or insecurities disappeared as Sugar cupped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly. 

"I want this!" Her voice was deep and sexy.

Charles smiled. "When the time is right, you're going to have to beg me to plunge this inside you! I can't wait to see what hole you choose!" His smile of reassurance always kept her on solid ground no matter what height or depth they choose to explore. He pinched her taut nipples and she cried "Ahhh" with unrestrained pleasure. 

She loved this man. She'd follow him anywhere. She would do anything to please him.

They were all there for the same reason, a shared commonality, and a mutual penchant for the erotic pleasures life had to offer. They were there to watch and be watched, touch and be touched, fuck and be fucked! There was something for everybody at this Playground.

"Shall we go check out the rest of the place?" He guided her with his hand at the small of her back down a dark mirrored hallway.

Standing in an open doorway was a man wearing a tuxedo tailored to reveal his well-defined pecks and tight buns. The room was a changing area, the last oasis where one shed clothing and any latent inhibitions. 




Playground Playmates



Charles turned Sugar so she faced the lockers and unzipped her dress and leaned his body close into hers. "Take a deep breath, Babe. I'm going to slip this little toy out your luscious ass. I want it available for me!"

She laid her face against the cool metal for support. Her hand sought his hot erection as his fingers gently tugged at the base of the plug that so snugly filled her. The base of the toy stretched her as it began to exit the dark tunnel. Her ring contracted in a series of quick spasms. She sighed softly and closed eyes enjoying the orgasmic ride. Charles kissed the back of her neck and pocketed the toy.

"I want you to fuck me now!" Her was low and sultry. A rivulet of cum crept down her inner thigh.

"NOT YET! You have to beg!"

Wrapped in thick white towels they stood before the two heavy double doors. There was no hesitation! They were here for fun and that was the promise that awaited them on the other side of the door.

Debauchery! There was a sea of naked humanity! Each was engaged in a personal indulgence to satisfy their appetite for sexual pleasure.

Charles scanned the room quickly as he accessed the acts and the actors. Sugar was already swept away by the visions and sounds of passion play. They began to snake their way through the tangle of bodies. He was guiding them to an area where a series of private rooms were available. 

They found themselves in a room full of mattresses that were already occupied by several groupings of those already in orgy mode.

Charles and Sugar found a spot against the wall. They had a front row seat to watch the mesh of wet genitals, hungry mouths, writhing bodies and sounds of ecstasy.

Sugar's fingers were toying with her clit as she watched. Charles sank to his knees and assaulted her with his tongue between her lips. Her cunt has the most delicious flavor! He absolutely loves eating this woman! His tongue bathed her lips and collected every precious drop of juice. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, and pressed her legs apart so he had access to tease and toy with her tight pucker. Sugar's fingers were working furiously.

Charles swirled his tongue around her rapidly swelling clit and pushed the fleshy hood back with his tongue tip. He lapped and stroked that usually hidden sensitive skin beneath the underside. He concentrated on her most responsive spot. She began to moan and thrust her hips into his mouth. She was ready to cum!

Charles fastened his lips over her clit and sucked hard, stretching her little girl cock, and flicking his tongue back and forth over the inflamed tissue. Sugar's ass clenched, her body shook as orgasm flooded her being.

As she was recovering, Charles moved up her body with a trail of wet kisses and covered her mouth with his own to share her own exquisite flavors. He cradled and cuddled her body next to his. Sugar stroked his cock until it was once again fully awakened.


A spot on the mattresses became open. Sugar led Charles to a reclining position and crawled between his legs and took his thick rigid cock between her lips. Her tits bounced, the nipples hard with the restraints of the gold chord that bound them, as she sucked with true desire.

Charles pulled her upwards and had her impale her cunt on his ready cock. She rode him for a few thrusts before taking charge once again. One of her favorite games is "clit fucking". She gently removed his cock from her pussy and laid it flat against his belly. She settled her puffy cunt on either side of it and began to hump her hips back and forth with each pass and rubbing her clit across the ridge of his cock head.

Her second orgasm was nearing. Charles reached up and took a tender nipple between his thumbs and forefingers as she continued to fuck herself to climax. She collapsed against his chest and lay there breathing deeply.

Charles was not ready to stop. He flipped her body over and buried his cock deeply within her. He was thrusting so enthusiastically that the head of his cock popped free. He moved it across her clit again. 

Sugar was whimpering and trying to position her body so that he would penetrate her ass. She tugged on her nipples and her eyes looked slightly wild. 

"Put it in my ass! Please, Charles, put it in my ass!" Now this qualifies as begging!

Charles grunted as he lifted her legs and spread them. He pressed his cock head gently against her ring. He expected instinctive resistance, but was rewarded with the wonderful sensation as his head popped inside the tight hot grip of her ass. She closed her eyes and sighed as she adjusted to the feel of him.

When she opened her eyes again she signaled that it was okay to continue. Slowly, tenderly, he began to work deeper and deeper into her ass with each thrust. He was on fire and the look in hers eyes was even wilder than before. 

He lifted her legs higher so he could watch the erotic sight. The tiny opening held him like a vise. The muscular ring stretched from it's normal tight pucker to a wider perfect circular opening that massaged his cock with each new movement. He saw her juices wash the smooth patch of skin between her cunt and the opening of her ass. She was glistening wet.

Charles could hold back no longer and began to truly fuck her. She sensed he was close and lowered one hand to her cunt and the other to her nipple. There was no casual toying, but rather a true finger fuck as her hand turned into a blur, working back and forth against the swollen tip of her clit.

"Do it! Cum in my ass! I want to feel you fill my ass! NOW!"

And fill her, he did. One last thrust left him deeply embedded in her bowels and he exploded. At the same time, her hips lifted off the bed in the easily identifiable throes of her own orgasm. 

The muscular spasms wracking her body caused her to lift head and torso simultaneously as each new wave flowed through her. Her mouth was agape as if her soul was demanding comment. But, no noise came forth.

Her right hand desperately tugged at the tightly clamped nipple, pulling on the gold chain and stretching the swollen flesh almost beyond possibility. Her left hand made it's way down the soft flesh of her belly and fanned her clit. The ripples of her climax were clearly visible as her body quaked with a new round of contractions. Finally she committed her passion vocally.

"Damn! I was born to fuck!" 

Her body was still involuntarily arching up from the bed. Her face and chest was flushed to a full crimson. She stopped strumming her swollen clit and began pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Deep gasps began to intermingle with soft sobs as this final stimulus pushed her over the last hurdle and her cunt exploded with the liquid proof of full body climax.

The hot juices gushed over his cock that was still embedded in her ass and down his tightly drawn balls. Charles was pulled back from the semiconscious state produced by his own orgasms and brought the room once again back into focus.

The wiggling mass of humanity that had initially captured Sugar and Charles in minutes before had stopped their own activities long enough to view this total coupling. They were watching intently. Before Charles and Sugar could feel the least bit self-conscious the applause began. It began with one woman who had to drop her lover's cock to begin the demonstration. She patted almost quietly as the others joined her. In seconds the entire room was applauding and lauding for more!

Feeling her ass twitch and clutch his slowly softening cock, he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Shameless whore!" he chuckled as he lifted his lips from hers.

Giving his cock one last squeeze, she kissed him, then bit down gently on his lower lip.

"Pervert!" she hissed as she smiled.

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PLAYGROUND PLAYMATES

He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue. "Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself. Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life. 

Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.

He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her. Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body. Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing. She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?" His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees. Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket. Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire. Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa. Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid. He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast. "Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?" Her face was in full flush. She nodded her consent. Slowly, she turned to place the glass on the table next to the trimmer. Deliberately she turned so that her body forced him to view her from the rear. She climbed on her knees up onto the sofa and rested her face on the bolstered back. Her hands slowly reached back, caressed her hips for but a second, moved lower to capture the fullness of her buttocks and slowly spread herself for him. He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers as the alabaster globes parted to reveal the dark treasure hidden between them. His hands trembled slightly as he squirted some lubricant onto his finger and began to massage it into the wrinkled skin of this most erotic portal. He could hear her breathing change, becoming deeper and more frequent, as he gently slid first one, then two fingers inside the tight opening. It always amazed him how tight she was, how strongly she gripped him there. Then he slowly, almost apologetically removed the fingers, leaving her agape for the briefest of seconds as he applied lubricant to the plastic plug. He kissed his way down her back, across the swell of her hips, then lapped at the top of her ass cleft as he gently pressed the tapered tip of the instrument into her opening. Accepting, eager, she pressed outwards from somewhere deep inside, relaxing the restriction of her muscular ring and easing the entry. The probe quickly slipped inside her. She was forced to stretch to her widest width. Her anal ring pulsated as it gripped down on the narrow base. She rose slowly and turned to him, her look a combination of angel and slut, of fear and desire, and of apprehension and surrender. They kissed deeply and she put one hand on his chest as if only by pressing herself away could she leave him, even if only temporarily. She wiggled her ass at him and looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Let me throw on something fit for public. Let's get the hell out of here!"

She reviewed her own reflection in the full-length mirror with a critical eye. She wanted to please him! She wanted him to look at her from across any room and experience the same lust for her as she had for him. Her dress was a simple black sheath that clung to her like a glove. From the hemline to mid-calf was a slit that revealed her well-defined dancer's legs. She traced her body with her fingertips and experienced the thrill of anticipation of things to come this evening. When she stepped into the living room he was standing on the balcony with his back to her. He was unaware of her presence. This allowed her the pleasure of watching him from a distance. He was so handsome in his black turtleneck sweater and tweed jacket. His sliver hair shimmered from the light of the moon. As she walked towards him, she was suddenly overcome with a degree of sexual arousal that was foreign to her. The plug filled her so intimately and massaged her anus, with each step creating involuntary contractions that rippled throughout her dark cavern. Her inner walls clung to this gift he had so lovingly placed inside her and caressed this tool as an extension of her lover. Her vaginal walls began to moisten; so delicious was the pleasure produced by each step she took. Her nipples were now in a full state of arousal from the pressure and tug of the delicate gold braid. She wondered how she could possibly make it through this night without screaming out for the entire world to know that she and this wonderful man were playing such a secret game! She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm ready if you are baby." She whispered as her tongue traced his earlobe. Through his trousers she could feel the evidence of his manhood bulge. He was wearing the silver cock-ring that she had presented as her memento to remind him always of this day. The metal ring held his testicles in full bloom. His erection was hard and elongated and very evident even fully clothed. "Is this for me?" she teased. He turned and pulled her into his arms where they exchange a passion filled kiss while his own hand sought to feel the base of the artificial cock that filled her ass. "Think of this as me within you all night!"

"Ready to play?" He was a skillful driver and maneuvered the car into the traffic congestion with ease. "I want you to check you inhibitions at the door!" "Where are we going?" "Patience, Sugar, you're really going to like the place! I promise!" Less than twenty minutes later, they were parked outside of a nondescript building with an almost obscure sign that said, THE PLAYGROUND. He came to her side of the car and took her hand to help her exit the car. "Make them all drool doll!" he said as he impishly pinched her buttocks. She smiled at him with a devilish grin. "I want you to walk behind me and watch my ass and try to imagine what this feels like! And, oh yes, these are for you" she winked as she handed him her delicate panties. "I wore them long enough so you can smell me when you miss me!" With a swish and sway to her walk she taunted him. His eyes were glued to her! She could feel his desire burn through the small distance that separated them. He caught up with her just before they reached the door.

Once inside she was tantalized by all that she saw for this was no ordinary playground. Each of her senses was immediately accentuated! This was a haven for hedonistic desire. Music permeated her with a beat of wild tribal proportions. All around her couples were dressed for seduction, heat radiated from them, mirrors reflected light from their jewelry, dresses and the glimmer of sexual tension in all of their eyes. Only the first minute had past and already she was held a willing captive to this environment. She squeezed his hand, "You really did it this time, Charles! I love it!"

The crowded dance floor was the object of her attention. She led him by the hand as her body surrendered to the music. As though in a hypnotic trance she began to respond to the rhythms. He followed her willingly even though he did not much enjoy dancing, but he did so enjoy watching her dance. Tonight he knew she would dance like she had never danced before. Television screens hung around the lounge playing a different drama on each. Every imaginable sexual deed was portrayed as the playground continued to fill with new faces and new potential playmates. "Let's get a drink." He guided her to a small table in the corner where she would be offered an unobstructed view of the landscape. He stepped behind her just as she was about to be seated and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her dress. The leather felt cool to her naked buttocks; but the padding was not soft and offered no cushioning for the plug. Pride prevented her from even flinching. She took that seat with a royal flair. His hand kneaded her neck and shoulders as he directed her attention to a couple on the dance floor. "Keep an eye on those two, Sugar. Watch the heat between them! We might want to catch some of that action!" The woman was slight in build with natural blonde hair. She danced around her mate, tempting him, rubbing against him, enticing him to respond to her! As though bewitched by a spell cast by her movements he began to roll her blouse upward. So she danced there bare breasted with an illuminate smile. "Charles, I am so wet! I am not going to be able to leave this chair!" He laughed at her and smiled with a mocking grin. "Yes, you will! Come on, time to dance again!" He left her no choice, dance she would!

He managed to position them so they danced beside the beautiful blonde nymph. Her eyes were like flames. She turned to Charles and stepped between them becoming his partner. "What's your name?" His eyes drilled into hers. His voice was deep and dripping with thick "honey coated" sexuality. His fingertips brushed lightly over her nubs. She grinned broadly without missing a beat of the music. 

"Charlotte." She responded and twirled about to face his woman. Charlotte wrapped one arm around Sugar's waist and pulled her closer. She slid her body up and down, thrusting her pelvis forward, and grinding her feminine mound against first Charles and then his lady. Her bare breasts were aglow in sweat. Charlotte laughed coyly as she stretched upward on her toes and locked her lips in a deep kiss with Sugar's sweet lips. Both women danced to the music they now orchestrated. Charles was delighted to watch his lady in such a confused state of mind. Her face flushed with surprise, desire, and a hint of embarrassment. She was obviously stunned by the action. Yet. she returned the kiss as though it was the most natural of acts. Charlotte's hand squeezed her buttocks, and her hand then sought the tender nipples. "I'd like to kiss these too!" On and on the two women danced oblivious to all others. Oh that music! Shamelessly her body undulated with the beat, she danced as she visualized Charles fucking her when they got back to the hotel. Charlotte sensed that the time was now and dropped to her knees and lifted the black dress. Their eyes were glued to the others. Charlotte's sweet tongue flickered across the freshly trimmed mound and then darted forwarded. Her juices were already flowing! One hand held her buttocks tightly so that Sugar could not squirm away. Her bud was caressed between Charlotte's lips. Her knees felt weak and she began to tremble. She did not faint but she could not support herself any longer and she sank to the floor. Both Charles and Charlotte caught her before she made contact with the ground. No one else stopped dancing! No one else seemed to notice.




Playground Playmates



Charles led her back to their table and insisted that she drink a glass of water to refresh her once again. He noticed her eyes grow round and large. She was entranced. He followed her gaze over to the bar.

There sitting in all her glory was another blonde woman, her frame was large and her hair was bleached and teased high. Her breasts hung low and were huge and bare. Her legs were spread wide and hung over the shoulders of one of the players. Her jeans were around her ankles. His face was buried deep into her cunt curls. She humped against his face and howled as she reached orgasm. He licked his way up her torso. Then he wiped his mouth on a napkin and drained a new bottle of beer in one continuous gulp. 

"Anything goes" seemed to be the code of this establishment, provided it was consensual. And, they had only begun to explore all there was to offer.

"You have 'fuck me' written all over your face." Charles had slipped his hand between the leather cushion and her flesh. His index finger manipulated the embedded plug. "And, before the evening is over, you are going to be begging me to fuck you in front of all these people. 

With a quick nod of his head and a gentle tug on her arm, Sugar stood to follow her man. She glanced back at the stool where she had just been seated and saw the glistening trail of evidence that marked her escalating state of arousal. Any lingering doubts or insecurities disappeared as Sugar cupped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly. 

"I want this!" Her voice was deep and sexy.

Charles smiled. "When the time is right, you're going to have to beg me to plunge this inside you! I can't wait to see what hole you choose!" His smile of reassurance always kept her on solid ground no matter what height or depth they choose to explore. He pinched her taut nipples and she cried "Ahhh" with unrestrained pleasure. 

She loved this man. She'd follow him anywhere. She would do anything to please him.

They were all there for the same reason, a shared commonality, and a mutual penchant for the erotic pleasures life had to offer. They were there to watch and be watched, touch and be touched, fuck and be fucked! There was something for everybody at this Playground.

"Shall we go check out the rest of the place?" He guided her with his hand at the small of her back down a dark mirrored hallway.

Standing in an open doorway was a man wearing a tuxedo tailored to reveal his well-defined pecks and tight buns. The room was a changing area, the last oasis where one shed clothing and any latent inhibitions. 

Charles turned Sugar so she faced the lockers and unzipped her dress and leaned his body close into hers. "Take a deep breath, Babe. I'm going to slip this little toy out your luscious ass. I want it available for me!"

She laid her face against the cool metal for support. Her hand sought his hot erection as his fingers gently tugged at the base of the plug that so snugly filled her. The base of the toy stretched her as it began to exit the dark tunnel. Her ring contracted in a series of quick spasms. She sighed softly and closed eyes enjoying the orgasmic ride. Charles kissed the back of her neck and pocketed the toy.

"I want you to fuck me now!" Her was low and sultry. A rivulet of cum crept down her inner thigh.

"NOT YET! You have to beg!"

Wrapped in thick white towels they stood before the two heavy double doors. There was no hesitation! They were here for fun and that was the promise that awaited them on the other side of the door.

Debauchery! There was a sea of naked humanity! Each was engaged in a personal indulgence to satisfy their appetite for sexual pleasure.

Charles scanned the room quickly as he accessed the acts and the actors. Sugar was already swept away by the visions and sounds of passion play. They began to snake their way through the tangle of bodies. He was guiding them to an area where a series of private rooms were available. 

They found themselves in a room full of mattresses that were already occupied by several groupings of those already in orgy mode.

Charles and Sugar found a spot against the wall. They had a front row seat to watch the mesh of wet genitals, hungry mouths, writhing bodies and sounds of ecstasy.

Sugar's fingers were toying with her clit as she watched. Charles sank to his knees and assaulted her with his tongue between her lips. Her cunt has the most delicious flavor! He absolutely loves eating this woman! His tongue bathed her lips and collected every precious drop of juice. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, and pressed her legs apart so he had access to tease and toy with her tight pucker. Sugar's fingers were working furiously.

Charles swirled his tongue around her rapidly swelling clit and pushed the fleshy hood back with his tongue tip. He lapped and stroked that usually hidden sensitive skin beneath the underside. He concentrated on her most responsive spot. She began to moan and thrust her hips into his mouth. She was ready to cum!

Charles fastened his lips over her clit and sucked hard, stretching her little girl cock, and flicking his tongue back and forth over the inflamed tissue. Sugar's ass clenched, her body shook as orgasm flooded her being.

As she was recovering, Charles moved up her body with a trail of wet kisses and covered her mouth with his own to share her own exquisite flavors. He cradled and cuddled her body next to his. Sugar stroked his cock until it was once again fully awakened.


A spot on the mattresses became open. Sugar led Charles to a reclining position and crawled between his legs and took his thick rigid cock between her lips. Her tits bounced, the nipples hard with the restraints of the gold chord that bound them, as she sucked with true desire.

Charles pulled her upwards and had her impale her cunt on his ready cock. She rode him for a few thrusts before taking charge once again. One of her favorite games is "clit fucking". She gently removed his cock from her pussy and laid it flat against his belly. She settled her puffy cunt on either side of it and began to hump her hips back and forth with each pass and rubbing her clit across the ridge of his cock head.

Her second orgasm was nearing. Charles reached up and took a tender nipple between his thumbs and forefingers as she continued to fuck herself to climax. She collapsed against his chest and lay there breathing deeply.

Charles was not ready to stop. He flipped her body over and buried his cock deeply within her. He was thrusting so enthusiastically that the head of his cock popped free. He moved it across her clit again. 

Sugar was whimpering and trying to position her body so that he would penetrate her ass. She tugged on her nipples and her eyes looked slightly wild. 

"Put it in my ass! Please, Charles, put it in my ass!" Now this qualifies as begging!

Charles grunted as he lifted her legs and spread them. He pressed his cock head gently against her ring. He expected instinctive resistance, but was rewarded with the wonderful sensation as his head popped inside the tight hot grip of her ass. She closed her eyes and sighed as she adjusted to the feel of him.

When she opened her eyes again she signaled that it was okay to continue. Slowly, tenderly, he began to work deeper and deeper into her ass with each thrust. He was on fire and the look in hers eyes was even wilder than before. 

He lifted her legs higher so he could watch the erotic sight. The tiny opening held him like a vise. The muscular ring stretched from it's normal tight pucker to a wider perfect circular opening that massaged his cock with each new movement. He saw her juices wash the smooth patch of skin between her cunt and the opening of her ass. She was glistening wet.

Charles could hold back no longer and began to truly fuck her. She sensed he was close and lowered one hand to her cunt and the other to her nipple. There was no casual toying, but rather a true finger fuck as her hand turned into a blur, working back and forth against the swollen tip of her clit.

"Do it! Cum in my ass! I want to feel you fill my ass! NOW!"

And fill her, he did. One last thrust left him deeply embedded in her bowels and he exploded. At the same time, her hips lifted off the bed in the easily identifiable throes of her own orgasm. 

The muscular spasms wracking her body caused her to lift head and torso simultaneously as each new wave flowed through her. Her mouth was agape as if her soul was demanding comment. But, no noise came forth.

Her right hand desperately tugged at the tightly clamped nipple, pulling on the gold chain and stretching the swollen flesh almost beyond possibility. Her left hand made it's way down the soft flesh of her belly and fanned her clit. The ripples of her climax were clearly visible as her body quaked with a new round of contractions. Finally she committed her passion vocally.

"Damn! I was born to fuck!" 

Her body was still involuntarily arching up from the bed. Her face and chest was flushed to a full crimson. She stopped strumming her swollen clit and began pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Deep gasps began to intermingle with soft sobs as this final stimulus pushed her over the last hurdle and her cunt exploded with the liquid proof of full body climax.

The hot juices gushed over his cock that was still embedded in her ass and down his tightly drawn balls. Charles was pulled back from the semiconscious state produced by his own orgasms and brought the room once again back into focus.

The wiggling mass of humanity that had initially captured Sugar and Charles in minutes before had stopped their own activities long enough to view this total coupling. They were watching intently. Before Charles and Sugar could feel the least bit self-conscious the applause began. It began with one woman who had to drop her lover's cock to begin the demonstration. She patted almost quietly as the others joined her. In seconds the entire room was applauding and lauding for more!

Feeling her ass twitch and clutch his slowly softening cock, he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Shameless whore!" he chuckled as he lifted his lips from hers.

Giving his cock one last squeeze, she kissed him, then bit down gently on his lower lip.

"Pervert!" she hissed as she smiled.

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PLAYGROUND PLAYMATES

He watched the bubbles spiraling upwards in the tulip glass, then pressed it to his lips and filled his mouth. The Laurent Perrier exploded in a thousand mingled flavors as it bathed his tongue. "Can it possibly be three years?" he thought to himself. Three years, meeting every other month, would be eighteen encounters like the one that was to follow this evening. All told, there were eighteen delicious, decadent experiences with this wonderful woman. She was his escape for what would other wise have been and ordinary life. 

Each encounter escalated in intensity, each one more exhilarating, and each one more intimate than the one before. He sipped at his glass again and began to enjoy a mental slide show when the door to the bedroom opened and she walked into the room.

He could feel his face flush as she padded across the thick carpet towards him. The look on her face could best be described as playful, but with an obvious undercurrent of passion and excitement. He could feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of her. Her long legs were cloaked in light opaque colored thigh high stockings. Her legs flickered with a slight luminescence when the light hit them just so. Her bra was a demi-cup that cradled her breasts upwards. This insured that her nipples and the top half of her areola would be exposed. The jiggling of her breast flesh as she walked inflamed him as always, and he enjoyed the display for a moment before his eyes moved slowly down her body. Other than the hose and the bra, she remained naked. Although light in color, the hair between her thighs was full and almost the same color of her hair, a cross between strawberry blonde and a light red, and the notch at the top of her sex clearly visible and enticing. She reached to pick up her own glass of champagne, her breasts almost tumbling free from the bra as she did, then sat at the edge of the sofa across from him. Her eyes sparkled. "You like?" His excitement became obvious when his voice cracked slightly, "Good God! Yes baby. Now you've done your job, it's time for mine!" He closed the distance between them, bent to kiss her, and then slowly dropped to his knees. Slowly, as if to prolong the pleasure, he spread her thighs apart. He noticed the slight reflection of her moisture as he reached into his trouser pocket. Long ago they had discovered there are many uses for a moustache trimmer other than those displayed on the box it came in. A wanton look spread across her face as she lay back, took another sip from her glass, and watched him as he went about his work. With near professional precision he traced the outline of her pubis, as if marking the boundary between innocent flesh and the object of his desire. Satisfied with the first phase, he began running the trimmer across first her mound, then the puffy curves of her already swelling lips. He brushed the silken hair at the top of her slit upwards so it could receive equal attention, and when he was satisfied with his work, turned the razor off and set it on the cocktail table at the end of the sofa. Wordlessly, he lifted her to standing and reached into his other trouser pocket. His hand returned to view, a coil of gold captured in his palm. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to allow his access, one hand still holding the bubbling liquid. He nuzzled the end of one bra cup down, exposing the whole of her nipple, then using his lips and teeth, brought it from partial to full attention. He continued to nurse on her as his hands toyed with the strand of gold. At each end was a silver clasped slipknot. He opened it just enough to slide down the length of her nipple, then pulled it taught. She gasped as she felt the pressure, not from pain, but from arousal. She took her free hand and stroked the back of his head as he repeated the procedure on her other breast. "Sugar, you look so fucking hot! You ready for the final touch?" Her face was in full flush. She nodded her consent. Slowly, she turned to place the glass on the table next to the trimmer. Deliberately she turned so that her body forced him to view her from the rear. She climbed on her knees up onto the sofa and rested her face on the bolstered back. Her hands slowly reached back, caressed her hips for but a second, moved lower to capture the fullness of her buttocks and slowly spread herself for him. He could feel his cock twitch in his trousers as the alabaster globes parted to reveal the dark treasure hidden between them. His hands trembled slightly as he squirted some lubricant onto his finger and began to massage it into the wrinkled skin of this most erotic portal. He could hear her breathing change, becoming deeper and more frequent, as he gently slid first one, then two fingers inside the tight opening. It always amazed him how tight she was, how strongly she gripped him there. Then he slowly, almost apologetically removed the fingers, leaving her agape for the briefest of seconds as he applied lubricant to the plastic plug. He kissed his way down her back, across the swell of her hips, then lapped at the top of her ass cleft as he gently pressed the tapered tip of the instrument into her opening. Accepting, eager, she pressed outwards from somewhere deep inside, relaxing the restriction of her muscular ring and easing the entry. The probe quickly slipped inside her. She was forced to stretch to her widest width. Her anal ring pulsated as it gripped down on the narrow base. She rose slowly and turned to him, her look a combination of angel and slut, of fear and desire, and of apprehension and surrender. They kissed deeply and she put one hand on his chest as if only by pressing herself away could she leave him, even if only temporarily. She wiggled her ass at him and looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Let me throw on something fit for public. Let's get the hell out of here!"

She reviewed her own reflection in the full-length mirror with a critical eye. She wanted to please him! She wanted him to look at her from across any room and experience the same lust for her as she had for him. Her dress was a simple black sheath that clung to her like a glove. From the hemline to mid-calf was a slit that revealed her well-defined dancer's legs. She traced her body with her fingertips and experienced the thrill of anticipation of things to come this evening. When she stepped into the living room he was standing on the balcony with his back to her. He was unaware of her presence. This allowed her the pleasure of watching him from a distance. He was so handsome in his black turtleneck sweater and tweed jacket. His sliver hair shimmered from the light of the moon. As she walked towards him, she was suddenly overcome with a degree of sexual arousal that was foreign to her. The plug filled her so intimately and massaged her anus, with each step creating involuntary contractions that rippled throughout her dark cavern. Her inner walls clung to this gift he had so lovingly placed inside her and caressed this tool as an extension of her lover. Her vaginal walls began to moisten; so delicious was the pleasure produced by each step she took. Her nipples were now in a full state of arousal from the pressure and tug of the delicate gold braid. She wondered how she could possibly make it through this night without screaming out for the entire world to know that she and this wonderful man were playing such a secret game! She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm ready if you are baby." She whispered as her tongue traced his earlobe. Through his trousers she could feel the evidence of his manhood bulge. He was wearing the silver cock-ring that she had presented as her memento to remind him always of this day. The metal ring held his testicles in full bloom. His erection was hard and elongated and very evident even fully clothed. "Is this for me?" she teased. He turned and pulled her into his arms where they exchange a passion filled kiss while his own hand sought to feel the base of the artificial cock that filled her ass. "Think of this as me within you all night!"

"Ready to play?" He was a skillful driver and maneuvered the car into the traffic congestion with ease. "I want you to check you inhibitions at the door!" "Where are we going?" "Patience, Sugar, you're really going to like the place! I promise!" Less than twenty minutes later, they were parked outside of a nondescript building with an almost obscure sign that said, THE PLAYGROUND. He came to her side of the car and took her hand to help her exit the car. "Make them all drool doll!" he said as he impishly pinched her buttocks. She smiled at him with a devilish grin. "I want you to walk behind me and watch my ass and try to imagine what this feels like! And, oh yes, these are for you" she winked as she handed him her delicate panties. "I wore them long enough so you can smell me when you miss me!" With a swish and sway to her walk she taunted him. His eyes were glued to her! She could feel his desire burn through the small distance that separated them. He caught up with her just before they reached the door.

Once inside she was tantalized by all that she saw for this was no ordinary playground. Each of her senses was immediately accentuated! This was a haven for hedonistic desire. Music permeated her with a beat of wild tribal proportions. All around her couples were dressed for seduction, heat radiated from them, mirrors reflected light from their jewelry, dresses and the glimmer of sexual tension in all of their eyes. Only the first minute had past and already she was held a willing captive to this environment. She squeezed his hand, "You really did it this time, Charles! I love it!"




Playground Playmates



The crowded dance floor was the object of her attention. She led him by the hand as her body surrendered to the music. As though in a hypnotic trance she began to respond to the rhythms. He followed her willingly even though he did not much enjoy dancing, but he did so enjoy watching her dance. Tonight he knew she would dance like she had never danced before. Television screens hung around the lounge playing a different drama on each. Every imaginable sexual deed was portrayed as the playground continued to fill with new faces and new potential playmates.

"Let's get a drink." He guided her to a small table in the corner where she would be offered an unobstructed view of the landscape. He stepped behind her just as she was about to be seated and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her dress. The leather felt cool to her naked buttocks; but the padding was not soft and offered no cushioning for the plug. Pride prevented her from even flinching. She took that seat with a royal flair. His hand kneaded her neck and shoulders as he directed her attention to a couple on the dance floor. "Keep an eye on those two, Sugar. Watch the heat between them! We might want to catch some of that action!" The woman was slight in build with natural blonde hair. She danced around her mate, tempting him, rubbing against him, enticing him to respond to her! As though bewitched by a spell cast by her movements he began to roll her blouse upward. So she danced there bare breasted with an illuminate smile. "Charles, I am so wet! I am not going to be able to leave this chair!" He laughed at her and smiled with a mocking grin. "Yes, you will! Come on, time to dance again!" He left her no choice, dance she would!

He managed to position them so they danced beside the beautiful blonde nymph. Her eyes were like flames. She turned to Charles and stepped between them becoming his partner. "What's your name?" His eyes drilled into hers. His voice was deep and dripping with thick "honey coated" sexuality. His fingertips brushed lightly over her nubs. She grinned broadly without missing a beat of the music. 

"Charlotte." She responded and twirled about to face his woman. Charlotte wrapped one arm around Sugar's waist and pulled her closer. She slid her body up and down, thrusting her pelvis forward, and grinding her feminine mound against first Charles and then his lady. Her bare breasts were aglow in sweat. Charlotte laughed coyly as she stretched upward on her toes and locked her lips in a deep kiss with Sugar's sweet lips. Both women danced to the music they now orchestrated. Charles was delighted to watch his lady in such a confused state of mind. Her face flushed with surprise, desire, and a hint of embarrassment. She was obviously stunned by the action. Yet. she returned the kiss as though it was the most natural of acts. Charlotte's hand squeezed her buttocks, and her hand then sought the tender nipples. "I'd like to kiss these too!" On and on the two women danced oblivious to all others. Oh that music! Shamelessly her body undulated with the beat, she danced as she visualized Charles fucking her when they got back to the hotel. Charlotte sensed that the time was now and dropped to her knees and lifted the black dress. Their eyes were glued to the others. Charlotte's sweet tongue flickered across the freshly trimmed mound and then darted forwarded. Her juices were already flowing! One hand held her buttocks tightly so that Sugar could not squirm away. Her bud was caressed between Charlotte's lips. Her knees felt weak and she began to tremble. She did not faint but she could not support herself any longer and she sank to the floor. Both Charles and Charlotte caught her before she made contact with the ground. No one else stopped dancing! No one else seemed to notice.

Charles led her back to their table and insisted that she drink a glass of water to refresh her once again. He noticed her eyes grow round and large. She was entranced. He followed her gaze over to the bar.

There sitting in all her glory was another blonde woman, her frame was large and her hair was bleached and teased high. Her breasts hung low and were huge and bare. Her legs were spread wide and hung over the shoulders of one of the players. Her jeans were around her ankles. His face was buried deep into her cunt curls. She humped against his face and howled as she reached orgasm. He licked his way up her torso. Then he wiped his mouth on a napkin and drained a new bottle of beer in one continuous gulp. 

"Anything goes" seemed to be the code of this establishment, provided it was consensual. And, they had only begun to explore all there was to offer.

"You have 'fuck me' written all over your face." Charles had slipped his hand between the leather cushion and her flesh. His index finger manipulated the embedded plug. "And, before the evening is over, you are going to be begging me to fuck you in front of all these people. 

With a quick nod of his head and a gentle tug on her arm, Sugar stood to follow her man. She glanced back at the stool where she had just been seated and saw the glistening trail of evidence that marked her escalating state of arousal. Any lingering doubts or insecurities disappeared as Sugar cupped her hand around his cock and squeezed tightly. 

"I want this!" Her voice was deep and sexy.

Charles smiled. "When the time is right, you're going to have to beg me to plunge this inside you! I can't wait to see what hole you choose!" His smile of reassurance always kept her on solid ground no matter what height or depth they choose to explore. He pinched her taut nipples and she cried "Ahhh" with unrestrained pleasure. 

She loved this man. She'd follow him anywhere. She would do anything to please him.

They were all there for the same reason, a shared commonality, and a mutual penchant for the erotic pleasures life had to offer. They were there to watch and be watched, touch and be touched, fuck and be fucked! There was something for everybody at this Playground.

"Shall we go check out the rest of the place?" He guided her with his hand at the small of her back down a dark mirrored hallway.

Standing in an open doorway was a man wearing a tuxedo tailored to reveal his well-defined pecks and tight buns. The room was a changing area, the last oasis where one shed clothing and any latent inhibitions. 

Charles turned Sugar so she faced the lockers and unzipped her dress and leaned his body close into hers. "Take a deep breath, Babe. I'm going to slip this little toy out your luscious ass. I want it available for me!"

She laid her face against the cool metal for support. Her hand sought his hot erection as his fingers gently tugged at the base of the plug that so snugly filled her. The base of the toy stretched her as it began to exit the dark tunnel. Her ring contracted in a series of quick spasms. She sighed softly and closed eyes enjoying the orgasmic ride. Charles kissed the back of her neck and pocketed the toy.

"I want you to fuck me now!" Her was low and sultry. A rivulet of cum crept down her inner thigh.

"NOT YET! You have to beg!"

Wrapped in thick white towels they stood before the two heavy double doors. There was no hesitation! They were here for fun and that was the promise that awaited them on the other side of the door.

Debauchery! There was a sea of naked humanity! Each was engaged in a personal indulgence to satisfy their appetite for sexual pleasure.

Charles scanned the room quickly as he accessed the acts and the actors. Sugar was already swept away by the visions and sounds of passion play. They began to snake their way through the tangle of bodies. He was guiding them to an area where a series of private rooms were available. 

They found themselves in a room full of mattresses that were already occupied by several groupings of those already in orgy mode.

Charles and Sugar found a spot against the wall. They had a front row seat to watch the mesh of wet genitals, hungry mouths, writhing bodies and sounds of ecstasy.

Sugar's fingers were toying with her clit as she watched. Charles sank to his knees and assaulted her with his tongue between her lips. Her cunt has the most delicious flavor! He absolutely loves eating this woman! His tongue bathed her lips and collected every precious drop of juice. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, and pressed her legs apart so he had access to tease and toy with her tight pucker. Sugar's fingers were working furiously.

Charles swirled his tongue around her rapidly swelling clit and pushed the fleshy hood back with his tongue tip. He lapped and stroked that usually hidden sensitive skin beneath the underside. He concentrated on her most responsive spot. She began to moan and thrust her hips into his mouth. She was ready to cum!

Charles fastened his lips over her clit and sucked hard, stretching her little girl cock, and flicking his tongue back and forth over the inflamed tissue. Sugar's ass clenched, her body shook as orgasm flooded her being.

As she was recovering, Charles moved up her body with a trail of wet kisses and covered her mouth with his own to share her own exquisite flavors. He cradled and cuddled her body next to his. Sugar stroked his cock until it was once again fully awakened.


A spot on the mattresses became open. Sugar led Charles to a reclining position and crawled between his legs and took his thick rigid cock between her lips. Her tits bounced, the nipples hard with the restraints of the gold chord that bound them, as she sucked with true desire.

Charles pulled her upwards and had her impale her cunt on his ready cock. She rode him for a few thrusts before taking charge once again. One of her favorite games is "clit fucking". She gently removed his cock from her pussy and laid it flat against his belly. She settled her puffy cunt on either side of it and began to hump her hips back and forth with each pass and rubbing her clit across the ridge of his cock head.

Her second orgasm was nearing. Charles reached up and took a tender nipple between his thumbs and forefingers as she continued to fuck herself to climax. She collapsed against his chest and lay there breathing deeply.

Charles was not ready to stop. He flipped her body over and buried his cock deeply within her. He was thrusting so enthusiastically that the head of his cock popped free. He moved it across her clit again. 

Sugar was whimpering and trying to position her body so that he would penetrate her ass. She tugged on her nipples and her eyes looked slightly wild. 

"Put it in my ass! Please, Charles, put it in my ass!" Now this qualifies as begging!

Charles grunted as he lifted her legs and spread them. He pressed his cock head gently against her ring. He expected instinctive resistance, but was rewarded with the wonderful sensation as his head popped inside the tight hot grip of her ass. She closed her eyes and sighed as she adjusted to the feel of him.

When she opened her eyes again she signaled that it was okay to continue. Slowly, tenderly, he began to work deeper and deeper into her ass with each thrust. He was on fire and the look in hers eyes was even wilder than before. 

He lifted her legs higher so he could watch the erotic sight. The tiny opening held him like a vise. The muscular ring stretched from it's normal tight pucker to a wider perfect circular opening that massaged his cock with each new movement. He saw her juices wash the smooth patch of skin between her cunt and the opening of her ass. She was glistening wet.

Charles could hold back no longer and began to truly fuck her. She sensed he was close and lowered one hand to her cunt and the other to her nipple. There was no casual toying, but rather a true finger fuck as her hand turned into a blur, working back and forth against the swollen tip of her clit.

"Do it! Cum in my ass! I want to feel you fill my ass! NOW!"

And fill her, he did. One last thrust left him deeply embedded in her bowels and he exploded. At the same time, her hips lifted off the bed in the easily identifiable throes of her own orgasm. 

The muscular spasms wracking her body caused her to lift head and torso simultaneously as each new wave flowed through her. Her mouth was agape as if her soul was demanding comment. But, no noise came forth.

Her right hand desperately tugged at the tightly clamped nipple, pulling on the gold chain and stretching the swollen flesh almost beyond possibility. Her left hand made it's way down the soft flesh of her belly and fanned her clit. The ripples of her climax were clearly visible as her body quaked with a new round of contractions. Finally she committed her passion vocally.

"Damn! I was born to fuck!" 

Her body was still involuntarily arching up from the bed. Her face and chest was flushed to a full crimson. She stopped strumming her swollen clit and began pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. Deep gasps began to intermingle with soft sobs as this final stimulus pushed her over the last hurdle and her cunt exploded with the liquid proof of full body climax.

The hot juices gushed over his cock that was still embedded in her ass and down his tightly drawn balls. Charles was pulled back from the semiconscious state produced by his own orgasms and brought the room once again back into focus.

The wiggling mass of humanity that had initially captured Sugar and Charles in minutes before had stopped their own activities long enough to view this total coupling. They were watching intently. Before Charles and Sugar could feel the least bit self-conscious the applause began. It began with one woman who had to drop her lover's cock to begin the demonstration. She patted almost quietly as the others joined her. In seconds the entire room was applauding and lauding for more!

Feeling her ass twitch and clutch his slowly softening cock, he smiled as he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Shameless whore!" he chuckled as he lifted his lips from hers.

Giving his cock one last squeeze, she kissed him, then bit down gently on his lower lip.

"Pervert!" she hissed as she smiled.