0 comments/  21839 views/  0 favorites

Visiting

By: Ikyoto



Her face was warm. She knew she was nervous, but did she have to be so nervous that she was turning red? After taking a deep breath she opened the door...

Months before she had met him at a friend's house. She didn't think he was the greatest looking guy she had ever met, but there was something about the way he looked at her - he didn't look at her chest, which was a nice change, he looked at her eyes... and into them. He talked about things she had wanted to hear and actually listened to what she said while they sat and talked! He didn't try being funny - he had honest humor... she felt like she liked him, but she didn't know him. Something inside him was sad and lonely. Damn.. She didn't want to be "filler" for someone. But he didn't push - he just held out his hand and let her make up her mind.

So here she was. She flew up to see him and after a short drive to the little perfect house with the white picket fence, she put her things in the room he arranged for her - It was really nice and if she wanted she could relax and not have to worry. Then he said she could relax and watch TV or make calls to people to let them know she got in ok. That was really sweet, and it gave her the feeling that she was safe. No that he ever did or said anything to make her feel that she couldn't trust him, but that was what he did. He let her find out things for herself instead of making a point of them.

By the time she got off the phone she was ready to just sit and do what they promised they would do before he left... Finish a conversation and just relax without worrying about other people intruding or being pests. Some privacy and relaxation was what she needed.

When she came out through the kitchen (the extra room was built onto the house where people could come and go as they pleased without bothering anyone) there was a note on the doorframe.

"Go to the living room and make a left"

The lights were out, but there was dim light coming in through a set of glass doors at one end of the living room. She was curious and just a little nervous. What was he doing?

She opened the door and her heart felt like it skipped a beat and tried to break through her chest at the same time. The hot tub was open and the ledge around it was covered in candles. The moon was streaming in through the bay window that looked out into the back yard - it was very normal, but the way the window was set you could see the sky framed by trees and the moon - the rest of the world was gone.

Floating in the water were roses - not petals, but roses. Each one had been set so that it floated upright and they played across the surface like small laughing fish.

She felt him come up behind her and she turned. He held a glass in each hand -the Champaign he had chilled in the back of the fridge and was hoping she hadn't seen. He looked like a little boy who had made a present and was afraid that it wasn't good enough. To see that look on the face of a man she knew to be so strong willed made her want to laugh and hug him - but she wanted to hear what he had to say first.

"Well... at least we have someplace to sit and look at the moon on the water." His smile made her weak...

She kissed him on the cheek as she took her glass and said "thank you" in his ear. Their cheeks touched and he turned towards her almost without knowing it - he didn't mean to, but it was as though he wasn't in control of where his lips went. There was almost a moment where they kissed - just close enough to feel the warmth and sense the how close they were... but she looked down and blushed as he smiled and lifted his glass between them.

She caught herself not breathing and thought, "This is crazy! I've never been shy when I wanted to kiss someone, and he certainly wants to! What the hell is wrong with us? We're acting like a couple of kids on their first date."

They sat and talked next to the tub while a cool breeze drifted though the window. She didn't remember moving closer and he never seemed to move, but some where in the conversation she found herself sitting so close she could here his breathing and he could feel the warmth of her leg against his.

She didn't move and neither did he, but they were face to face and she moved her mouth to tell him to kiss her - and her lips brushed against his. They were both breathing like they had run a mile but it was soft. He didn't rush and she didn't pull away - they were soft and beneath that softness they were both wanting this - She opened her lips only enough to let her tongue touch his lip and he moaned... he took her lower lip lightly between his and then touched the side of her face with his hand....

They stopped kissing, but only because they needed to breath. Her head felt light and she didn't want to open her eyes... she was afraid that she would see that he didn't have the same reaction to the kiss she did.

When she did he was still sitting with his eyes closed - and a single tear was on his cheek. Her eyes opened wide and she bit her lip! What had she done wrong? Was he that disappointed? She reached out to brush the tear away... H caught her hand.

"No.," his voice barely even a whisper. "Let me enjoy this." He kissed the palm of her hand and she felt him smile.

"You’re crying," she said in the same hushed tones, as if too much sound would shatter the room like glass. "Why? I never thought that one kiss could be that wrong."

He smiled into her eyes and she couldn't help but smile back... there was more to that smile - something she felt warm and pulsing inside her.

"It wasn't wrong." He moved his face to hers and as his lips brushed against hers, he said, "there are only so many perfect things in life - you should never let one of them pass without taking the time to savor it." He continued speaking with his mouth tracing along her jaw to her ear. "And that kiss was something to savor."

His lips caught her ear and he left it as soon as she gasped, but only to press his mouth against her neck, hard and open. She couldn't have stopped her head from going back if she had wanted to, and she did most certainly did not want to! She wanted his mouth and lips and teeth to keep doing just what they were - soft sucking motions and little bites that traced along the surface of her skin - and his tongue... Oh god, when he licked the sweat from her neck he made it feel like he was going to spear her through with it, but it was soft and wet and she wanted more... and ...

He stopped. Her eyes flew open and she saw why he stopped - he wanted her to look at him! He wanted to see her need and she finally was able to do what she wanted - she kissed him back the way she had always wanted to - without hesitation, without fear of not being enough. She finally was able to devour a man the way she wanted to, and he gave himself to her kiss as readily as she had given her throat to him.... She felt powerful. Not because she was taking anything, but because he was as open to her as he wanted her to be to him. There would be nothing they would not do for each other.

She grew afraid again - what was happening to her? There had been men before, but this was not her being willing to give him what he wanted and he wasn't demanding. They were touching each other as if they were only trying to do what felt right for the other. He was rubbing her back as he kissed between her breasts, not caring that her shirt was dry and harsh compared to her skin. She was straddling him and holding him to her as though her heart would stop beating if his wasn't there to feel... he looked up at her and with clear eyes said the one thing she wanted to hear because at that moment she knew it would be true.

"I want you."

She took his face in her hands and kissed him again. As she did she pushed her self against him telling him to touch her. His hands slid down her back and across her ass and around the backs of her thighs. He never touched her were she was already wet, but along the sides, making her whimper and push her ass back to make him touch her... and all this without her doing it - her body wanted this and she had let it take over.

She arched her back and took his hands from her ass and slid them up her body and around to her breasts. He held them, but not like they were there just for his enjoyment - he knew how to hold them and move his hands until her nipples were hard and then pinch them. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her shudder and her hips moved against him... He eased one arm around her and moved under her like a snake and she found herself on her back with him next to her.

"Not yet." He smiled and she finally saw what she wanted - he was sweating and his breathing was rapid. She moaned and rubbed her hand across his crotch and she felt what she had inspired - he was hard and she swore that even through his pants she could feel it throb.

He took off his shirt and pants and climbed into the hot tub. He turned around and smiled and sat in the corner. The heat from the water was intense - she could see him having to sink slowly and adjust to it.

"Why did you stop?" she was curious and almost ready to kill him! "I didn't want you to and you didn't either... what are you doing??" She knew he was up to something but her passion was making her angry and she wanted him to come back to her. And she wasn't going to take no for an answer!

"Well..." he said with an almost lazy tone, "I want you more than you know, but I once told you that we were going to do things right. I want this to last and what is going to happen all night is that I am going to do everything to you that you've ever wanted, but to do that I have to make sure you are ready and about to explode. I don't want quick - I want this to be remembered by both of us until we die."

She smiled and without a word turned her back. She knew he had wanted her - he never made any secret of it, but he always said that it would be on her terms. She knew she didn't need to tease him - he wanted her and all of this was to satisfy her and make it last. She took off her shirt and knew he was watching as she slipped her bra straps off one at a time... She knew it was turning him on, but she actually was doing it because she felt kind of shy! She wanted him to not see what she thought were flaws. What she didn't know was that he had pictured this many times and at this moment he knew that his mind's eye had no idea what it was trying to do - she was perfect to him. The next thing to go were her pants - and as she slid them off her hips she had to bend - and the sound he made was like that of a hungry animal. She had thought that getting out of the water and moving across the tub would be difficult, but before she could so much as move his arms were around her and he spun her around and his hands had pushed her hands halfway down her legs and his body was against her and their lips were together again. His cock was hard against her belly and she threw her arms around his neck and pushed her hips against him.

He broke the kiss and kissed and bit his way down her body, pulling her pants into a horrible knot at her feet. His mouth was level with her wet pussy and she was ready to fall over - She grabbed his hair and wanted him to kiss her so bad that she moaned, "oh god, please, PLEASE!" He kissed her thighs on either side, rubbing his face across her crotch - teasing her! His tongue traced a line across the front of where her sweet clit started and she tried to trust against him, but he had already turned his face!

She kicked her pants off her feet and as he retreated across the tub, smiling like a great evil wolf, she stood there and knew she was going to get him back for that.

"You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?" she put one foot into the tub. Damn it! She didn't think it would be that hot! How could he stand it?? Her bravado vanished when her foot told her she was in trouble. He smiled more and held out his hand.

"I'm not teasing. Teasing is what you do to get someone's attention and you don't mean to deliver." She let him help her in, his eyes never leaving hers, though she was careful to watch where she was stepping. "I want you to take me as I am and I want you to give yourself to me, but not without really wanting me - this has to mean something for both of us."

She didn't know how, but she was in the water up to the tops of her legs. His arms were around her and the heat and the steam made them both slick and soft. She hadn't felt him against her, not naked and not fully against her. The front of her body and his were touching everywhere and she put her hands on his chest and rubbed the hair that grew in the middle. When she looked up his face was soft, but his eyes... They were like lasers. He hid nothing from her there.

She almost cried because of that look. She pressed her mouth to his and felt him throb against her again. This time she reached down and moved him between her legs, rubbing herself along his cock. He moaned in that kiss and this time his head went back - he had only had one woman in his entire life act so openly about what she wanted and that was someone who had caused him pain... this time he knew it was right.

She drew her hips back and forth, but there was too much of an angle - she couldn't get him inside where she wanted to feel him. And he knew that all he had to do was bend his knees a few inches and they would finally be together, her hot and wet around him and him hard and deep inside her. But he wouldn't. He was still going to make this last!

He sat down - she knew that the heat and water would make doing anything in the tub painful - she pouted at him "Your an ass, you know that?" he smiled back at her and turned her around in the water and pulled her back - she stretched out her legs and half floated and let him hold her. The water was making her relaxed and his arms made her feel safe - something she had wanted. He felt needed and trusted - something he had missed for many years.

They rested and before she got over heated he helped her out and dried her skin, now made even softer and more sensitive by the water. He used the thick towel across her and when he ran his hands across her ass she pushed back - she knew he liked her ass - he had told her so many times on the phone! He pushed between her cheeks and rubbed the towel across where his cock had been not five minutes before. The feeling made her wet again and she couldn't help but push back.... 

He stood and wrapped the towel around her and moved her towards the door - then she noticed what she hadn't seen the first time trough the living room - he had put candles on the table. There were long tapers, two of them. Between them were five or six smaller ones, different colors and sizes. They weren't lit... he was always thinking ahead and wanted them to last a while.

She heard him throw the heavy cover over the tub and he came out behind her and she smiled to herself as he put his arm around her waist. His lips found her neck and she moved her head to offer more of it to him.

He stepped around her and walked backwards with her hand in his and didn't pull her to the couch. He simply held out his hand and she kept hers in his.

As they sat he handed her the matches - old fashioned wooden ones.

"Light one." He said.

"Does it matter which one?" she asked, lighting the match.

"Each one means something. The first one you light will determine what I say next."

She looked at him sideways and leaned forward to light the one red one...

"And you're not going to tell me what they mean are you?"

He smiled and lit one of the taller ones from the red and used it to light the others. When he was done he was on his knees in front of her... one of her legs on either side of him and the towel barely covering her. He was moving his hand up her legs as he leaned towards her.

"Well," this said with a tilt of her head and her hand on his chest to stop him. "What's the red one mean?"

He stopped smiling and looked into her eyes.

"That I love you."

She saw nothing but truth in his face. He was baring his life to her.

She pulled him towards her and kissed him. Her legs pulled him up and over her as she lay back... she reached down and felt him in her hand - hard and ready. She guided him to her wet and aching pussy - they became lovers with one slow movement - her hips meeting his and his back arching as if to push through her to her heart. They started moving together, her rising to meet him and he moving deeper and faster.

She put her hand against his chest and he looked into her face - she opened her eyes and even though she wanted to never stop until she felt him cum, she caught her breath...

"What do the other colors mean," she almost couldn't speak - as she spoke each word both of their hips trust a little... they were not able to stop it, " Please, I have to know."

He took her hand from his chest and as he pushed deep into her and held himself there he kissed her wrist and bit her slightly - the sensation adding to the heat she was feeling as her clit was being rubbed by his pelvis and the base of his cock.

"They all meant the same thing - that I love you."

She stared into his eyes and let herself fall into them as she let her body go - she thrust against him until she felt the first stirring of him inside her. She knew he was close and knowing that made her start - the warmth in her belly and the throbbing between her legs.... she felt him starting to cum and when he did he pulled her up to him and buried his face against her hair and she felt his mouth on her neck and she felt... she felt...

She felt the warmth and the trembling and the wetness and the release - Her heart was racing and she felt herself not breath and she heard herself cry out and she didn't care....

They felt limp against each other. She needed to breath and she found that they had wound up on the floor. She was naked and straddling him and she was happy. He was rubbing her back and still semi-hard inside her... she moved to get off of him and his hips thrust up with her. She smiled and tried to move again, but he moved with her. And she felt him getting harder! She moved again but this time meaning to keep him inside. He pushed slowly into her and she looked down into his face as if to say, "do you want me again? Are you really ready for more?"

She didn't have to ask....

Visiting



Carmen and Ron were both in their late forties, and had been married, both for the second time for three years. Their up and down and tumultuous personal life was partly balanced and counteracted by an avid and lustful sex life, which was often very spasmodic due to long and wide separations.

They were on a short interstate working holiday and sitting forty floors up, in the piano bar of an International hotel, enjoying an after dinner drink.

Both had an vivid and profound interest in sexual variations and they often enjoyed discussing what if situations, involving a third person, none of which ever eventuated or was even remotely referred to outside their bedroom.

Carmen was considered by Ron to be a voluptuous size 14, with long well formed legs, with generous ham thighs which was a turn on for him. Her crowning glory as far as Ron was concerned, was her wonderful forty three inch arse which he enjoyed telling her constantly, “Was magnificent, and the flawless twin orbs of your beautifully proportioned arse are my ultimate turn on.”

Usually he told her this in bed as he was licking and kissing this part of her anatomy. He used to like putting her hand on his limp cock while she had her back to him and then as he licked and kissed her arse with his tongue, let her feel just how big his cock could get by kissing her arse.

Carmen liked and enjoyed the power her wonderful arse gave her over him, and also enjoyed being fucked from behind and the noise he made slamming into the twin orbs of her arse as he plunged in and out of her with his erection.

Often mid way through this, Ron would fantasise aloud to her that, “Some one should be watching this.”

Carmen often wondered if he really meant it or was just fantasising aloud, and also wondered how she would react given the opportunity.

As Ron went to the bar to order a second round of drinks, he noticed an obviously uncomfortable woman aged about forty, trying to catch the attention of someone behind the bar to order a drink for herself.

“Need some help?” Ron smiled.

“Can you order a gin and tonic for me, please?” a plummy English voice asked.

“I am here by myself for a few days on business and am fed up with spending every night alone in my room. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself.”

“Would you like to join my wife and I at our table?” Ron ventured gallantly, at the same time running his practised eye over her. She was a complete contrast to Carmen. Fair hair, size ten, he thought, and not voluptuous like his wife but interesting and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dark blue two piece suit with a white silk blouse. The blouse was undone perhaps one button too many, Ron mused, but the white pearls she wore gave the outfit a touch of class.

“I would love to join you both. My name is Zena,” she said as they reached the table and Ron introduced Carmen and himself.

Ron watched for any reaction from Carmen as Zena seated herself opposite Carmen with Ron sitting between the two women. Always a keen student of body language Ron watched fascinated as Zena sat and crossed her stockinged legs. Zena’s eyes closely watched for any reaction from Carmen at the same time, and picked up Zena’s appreciative gaze on her bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair. 

In no time Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same pose, a mirror reflection of each other. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. For Zena’s benefit, Ron wondered?

After a nervy start to the conversation Zena had told Carmen and Ron, in a very cultured English voice that she had just one night left in this city, before she flew out later the next day.

Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneer of English reserve and expensive well fitting clothes, both sexually and in bedroom conversation.

Would her genteel veneer disappear if someone had her in bed, he wondered. 

As the conversation raced along Zena could not keep her gaze off Carmen's tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron, “Carmen how do you get such a good tan on your legs?”

At the same time Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as much of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to tease her very obvious interest.

“My European blood I think. Actually I am the same colour all over. I love sun tanning nude. Ron likes to sit and talk to me while I do it. Especially when I am tanning my back. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice blocks on my nipples.”


Carmen was watching Zena for her reaction, and was not disappointed when she saw her eyes open wide and gleam with excitement. 

Carmen kept talking. “Ron is an arse man. He says my big arse is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty three inches he claims. He loves rubbing oil into it while I sun tan. He gets a real hard on kissing it, you know, and he says it’s the best for a few other things, as well.”

Ron was not sure if the drinks had made Carmen so free with her conversation or she was deliberately baiting Zena. Which ever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women.

By now Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation, and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard on. Hard on sounded far more interesting than turn on she thought, smiling to herself.

“Sounds terrific. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way.”

By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table.

“Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen.

“What do you call good? I thought only the French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,” Zena said her hand on Ron’s arm.

Zena continued, “I bet you are going to say that you just happen to have a bottle of your best Oz champers on ice in your room upstairs.”

“Why don’t we go and try it then,” said Carmen, jumping to her feet and taking both Zena’s and Ron’s hands. “I’ll break out the old cliches. You can see our etchings and the view is fantastic.”

No one spoke at all during the short elevator ride up the extra six stories to their room.

“Have a seat ladies and I’ll open the champers,” Ron said, a slight edge to his voice.

As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second glass, Zena said, “This really is good champers. I’m pleasantly surprised.” 

Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, and both seemed to be vying to see who could let their skirt ride up the most.

Ron could feel a tension between the three of them which permeated the room, a tension which he had never experienced before, and it was a tension which he could not easily identify.

Carmen stood and walked over to Ron, and took his hand as she guided him to his feet. “What else can we do to entertain Zena on her last night here, Ron?”

“Did you pack the scrabble?”

Carmen continued, looking straight at Zena. “I could start by showing you my all over sun tan,” her gaze never leaving Zena as she tried to gauge her reaction.

Zena’s agitated and very interested look and sexy smile was all the prompting Carmen needed to start undoing the zip of her dress, while both Zena and Ron watched, fascinated.

Carmen turned so that her back was towards Zena and as she undid the long zip on her dress and with her other hand pulled Ron toward her and started kissing him. 

The zip finished below Carmen's hips and Ron undid it, as Carmen asked, as slowly as his trembling fingers would allow, trying to tantalise Zena, and at the same time heightening Carmen’s obvious excitement and sexual build up.

Carmen wanted to have as much possible sexual impact on Zena as possible and as the zipper reached it’s limit, she shrugged out of the dress, still in her high heels and stepped out of it and stood with her back still to Zena, her legs apart, at the same time kissing Ron with passion, and pretending to ignore Zena.

All that Carmen had been wearing under her dress, apart from her perfume, was a flimsy white G string with double straps at the sides, which accentuated her sun tan and which showed as not much more than two white strings around her waste, the rest of the G string lost between the twin orbs of her magnificent arse.

Ron was watching Zena’s reaction. 

Zena supercool, merely took another sip of her drink and with a tremor in her voice which betrayed her outer calm, said, “Your suntanned arse really is magnificent Carmen. Absolutely fantastic. Can Ron kiss it while I watch?”

“Why not?” Carmen drawled.

“How will I know if he gets a hard on doing it though? You did say he got a hard on when he kissed your gorgeous arse, didn’t you?” Zena now very bold.

“Show her Ron. Get undressed and let her watch you get hard as a rock kissing my arse. And I mean hard as a rock. Can’t disappoint our guest, can we?”

Carmen helped Ron out of his clothes but left his brief and bulging underpants on him.

“You can remove his briefs Zena,” Carmen instructed.

Ron was taking deep breaths trying to slow down and play along with Carmen’s game. He already had an erection but was determined to make himself even bigger and harder by kissing the cheeks of Carmen’s arse while Zena watched.

Zena, still immaculately and fully dressed struggled to pull his briefs over his erection as he kissed Carmen’s twin orbs, hoping that Zena would hold his cock and feel it grow as he kissed his wife’s arse.

And to his great delight, she did. Ron felt sure that this was his best erection ever and he was starting to think of the best way to use it for as long as possible.

“I need two hands for that,” Zena said, her voice with a definite tremor of excitement, “my hand won’t go all the way around it.”

Carmen was still standing in high heels and still with her G string on as Ron knelt on the floor behind her, kissing and tonguing her arse. Zena still fully dressed, with both her hands holding Ron’s erection knelt on the floor alongside Carmen and starting to kiss and suck Ron’s erection, and slowly take it into her mouth.

Carmen watched over her shoulder, fascinated as a virtual stranger filled her mouth with her husbands cock, at the same time as he kissed the naked cheeks of her arse.

“You can suck on him all you like Zena, but you’re not having him.”

Ron spoke for what seemed like the first time in ages. “Let’s go into the bedroom. Carmen can make the rules.”

In the bedroom Carmen took control. ‘Sit there Zena,” she said pointing to a chair in the corner. “Take your clothes off though. We want to see you. Don’t we Ron?”

Zena stood before them and with great aplomb and obvious practice, slowly and deliberately undressed, chatting the whole time.

“This jacket came from Bond Street, this skirt came from Paris, blouse from Milan” and so it went. All the time Ron watching appreciatively and surprised at what a lithe body Zena had. Firm breasted, surprisingly large and very erect nipples, tucked in waste and even a fantastic, well rounded arse for a size ten. Her last item of clothes added even further to Ron’s turn on. “Crotchless panty hose, from Sydney.”

“Leave those on, and your shoes, as well” Ron instructed. “They look fantastic. I must get some for Carmen.”

“I want watch you to suck Ron some more, but he has to finish off by fucking me while you watch, Zena. All right?”

Zena led Ron by the hand and sat in the corner chair, which was just the right height for Ron to stand in front of her so that she could cup his balls with one hand, slide the other hand up and down his erection near it’s tip and suck on the head of his erection all at once.

“Do you like me doing this?”

Ron could barely distinguish which female voice was asking the question he was so immersed in his pleasure. Carmen standing close by, legs akimbo, in high heels, displaying her brilliant legs to maximum effect, obviously very turned on by another female sucking her husband. She could sense his slow yet intense build up, and was determined to have Zena watch him have his ultimate pleasure with her.

Carmen came and stood alongside Ron and started kissing him on his lips, watching Zena suck him at the same time.

“When you are ready Ron, come to bed and fuck me from behind, while Zena watches. Don’t be too long. I want Zena to hear you slamming into me.” 

While she spoke those words Carmen pulled her damp g-string off standing close to them, so that both Ron and Zena were aware of her doing it. She then put her hand on her husband’s very erect prick and took it out of Zena’s mouth. 

“Sit there and watch, Zena. Talk to me while Ron fucks me from behind,” Carmen instructed as she positioned herself and Ron sideways on the bed only a few feet from Zena, with her feet pointing towards Zena.

Carmen had positioned herself perfectly so that as Ron entered her Zena would have an unobstructed view.

“Watch the way Ron does this Zena. It’s his specialty.”

As Carmen was saying this Ron was positioning himself to enter Carmen and used both of his hands to grip the cheeks of her arse, as he entered her, sure in his own mind he had never been so turned on ever before.

As Ron slowly slid his full length into Carmen he could see Zena playing with herself, through her crotchless pantyhose.

Carmen spoke first. “Can you see his cock going all the way up me Zena?”

“It looks fantastic”, Zena replied, her voice with a definite quaver.

“God you two have turned me on,” Zena said, though Carmen and Ron were so immersed in their own pleasure they barely heard her.

By now Ron was quickening the pace and tempo of his thrusts and was very aware of the noise he was making as he slammed against the cheeks of Carmen’s glorious arse.

“Ron has always wanted someone to watch him do this to me. And I must say I like it too,” Carmen smiled to Zena. 

“The noise you are making is fantastic,” Zena groaned, close to orgasm, as she masturbated herself. 

“Fuck me harder. Come on, really hard. Faster. Harder. Faster,” Carmen urged. “I am just so turned on. Harder. Faster.”

Ron was aware of some one repeating, “Harder, Faster. Harder, Faster,” as he plunged harder and faster. Was it Zena? Was it Carmen? Or had they both said it?

By now he had such a grip on Carmen that he was pulling her body towards his to meet his every quickening thrust.

“Is he good? Is he good? Is he good?” he was vaguely aware of Zena asking the question of Carmen just before his ultimate orgasm.



Visiting 67201



You are listening to songs on your stereo.

Erica and I arrived to your house after calling an hour before. We knew you were going to have the weekend alone, and the house to yourself. We stalked you just a little bit online to ensure you'd be available for an evening, telling you we wanted to Skype with you -- and instead we knock on your door.

Erica has long black wavy hair and a tanned complexion. It is the Hernandez of her last name ... she loves the sun and warmth. Her mother's maiden name of O'Brien gives her bright blue eyes and large, high breasts. She's tall, standing 5-foot-8, but is still several inches shorter than I am. She is wearing a sundress, and nothing else. Her nipples are raised in the breeze of Kansas.

She and I smile and say very little. You stammer just for a moment as you feel butterflies swirl. We can tell you're nervous, so we hold our hands together and take yours. We shut the door and as the lock clicks shut, I kiss you on your lips. Erica giggles and nuzzles against your neck, her hands wrapping around the small of your back and my high shoulders. We collide our tongues as music plays in the background; we slowly spin like a middle school couple at a first dance. Your hands are places around my waist and Erica's waist.

My lips are momentarily occupied by Erica as she breaks our kiss, and then she turns to you and kisses you deeply. I bite against your neck and breathe against your ear. My right hand and Erica's left fall from your back to your ass, gripping it tightly, Megan. Pulling you close to our bodies... your breasts feeling my chest and Erica's breasts. Erica spies a couch and pushes us toward it. My energy is apparent through my shorts and I unzip them, and pull off my collared shirt. Erica grabs my boxer shorts and pulls them down, instantly wrapping her soft hand around my hard erection. We push you to the couch and you sit down as I pull her sundress off her shoulders and down to the floor of your home. Her body, beautiful, is already arching as I kiss her neck. Her breasts rise and fall as she breathes and rubs my cock. I slip a finger against her clit and run it inside her pussy for just a moment to give you a show.

She and I fall to our knees, and pull off your shirt. We attack you from both sides, breathing against your ear and kissing your neck. We both place our lips to yours, and let you suck our tongues for just a moment each. Erica pulls off your shorts and I pull off your panties, wet already. We sit up and look at you, and lean down to kiss your supple breasts. You have two hands on your breasts, and two hands spreading your legs....

It is my turn first. I kiss down your belly and bit up to your knees. Erica's hand falls between your thighs and spreads your pussy wide, her fingers rubbing your clit. I kiss up your inner thigh and lick against her finger, rubbing my wet tongue against your hot clit. And then my tongue dives deep into your pussy. She leans back so you can look down at my actions against your sex. She takes your right hand and places it on her shaved pussy, letting you play as I play with you... I continue my ownership of your pussy as I lick deep and longingly, and then get more aggressive sucking hard against your clit.

She kisses you deep on the lips, her breasts falling against yours. My hands spread your legs apart as I lick into you, looking up to see the beauty together. Two of your fingers press into you -- and I reciprocate by starting to fuck you with my two fingers. She arches and grinds down on you until she has a soft climax. She wants to taste you as well and she kisses down your breasts and belly until she kisses my tongue, sharing your wetness.

I get up and kiss your right nipple, and then your left, before I kiss you deeply, my tongue darting deep into your mouth. I hold back your arms and look down as Erica attacks your cunt, her tongue bulleting into you.

I rub your clit with my two fingers for a moment, and then lean up and present my cock to you ... bringing your lips to it as it is needing your kiss. I massage your tits as she eats out your pussy and you suck on my cock. Three of Erica's fingers start pounding you as she sucks your clit and you climax for the second time with a partner.

"She is ready to be fucked," Erica says to me, kind of ignoring you.

I pull my cock from your mouth and kiss your neck and lips before I step down from the couch and replace Erica between your legs. She holds your pussy wide as I burn my cock into your body. She kisses your mouth and you share my taste with hers and yours -- a kaleidoscope of humans in your kiss. I fuck you softly just until you are used to the size of my eight inches, and then start pounding you hard and fast, slapping your ass for a few moments, and leaning down and kissing your breast and your neck again. My free hand slips into Erica's pussy with two fingers as I fuck you... and I pull them out to run her wetness between your breasts so I can kiss her flavor on your skin. I recrash her insides as I crash into you, pull my fingers out again and slip my two fingers into your mouth ...

She growls against you, her long hair tangled with yours. "Cum on his cock, Megan. Cum all over his cock," she says as she rubs your clit in a fast circle. We are all starting to sweat and breath heavy and I fuck you fast and dominate your body with mine. "You are ours right now!" she tells you. "And right now, I want you to cum!" 

Your body arches in crazy angles as your pussy walls vibrate down on my enraged cock. I hold my cock so deep inside you as your orgasm arrives and peaks ... and slowly start fucking you again as you start to come down. My balls are swollen in pleasure and it is my turn. Erica looks at me and kisses me ... then turns and looks at you.

"You don't get his cum in you this time, Megan. This time, it's on your breasts."

I feel my rush and fuck you furiously for 30 more seconds, announcing aloud I'm going to cum. I pull my cock out of your pussy and Erica grabs your hand with hers, both of you stroking my erection for a few more seconds before cum bursts from the head, shooting over your breasts and belly. The white ooze is on your skin and your hands, and Erica begins licking it up off your breasts...

I lean down and kiss you ... and Erica leans up to share my cum with your lips.

"Nice to meet you," I say as we cuddle together for a moment. I move in back of you on the couch, my softening cock against your leg.

"Yes," Erica says. "We are happy to be here, Megan. She gets up with us, and she and I sandwich you in a few moments of afterglow. 

We are listening to songs on your stereo.



Visiting



The lad was nervous, I could tell.

But then I had kept him nervous for a very long time.

He sat with one hand in his lap, fingers clenched tightly into a fist, and the other gripping the handle of the truck door. Eyes wide, taking in the scenery as I maneuvered through town.

Part if his tension I assumed was the fact he thought I was driving on the wrong side of the road. The boy had spent the first twenty years of his life living in England and I could see the twitches in his hands and shoulders each time another car came towards us as he fought to keep from grabbing the wheel.

That was quite amusing.

The other thing which was keeping his heart rate up was the fact I was taking him for a visit for the very first time as my owned puppy. Not just out as two guys doing whatever.

The boy was going to be exposed to people he had never met before and there would be no doubt in their mind that he belonged to me. Underneath the sweatshirt and loose sweatpants were things which very few people would consider to be "normal" clothes. In a very few minutes he was going to show off those things which had, up to that point, only been seen by me.

He was quite nervous.

And I was quite amused.

"All right, Nathan?" He nodded, his lips a little tight.

"Yes, Sir. All right." I chuckled softly and patted his thigh while I drove with one hand.

"Deep breaths, puppy. Relax. You'll be fine. I'll be right there beside you and they are nice people. Remember, you have been wanting this for a long time." Eyes closed for a moment, he took a long shuddering breath and tried to calm his hammering heart.

"Yes, Master." He whispered, then shook his head and opened his eyes. "I do want this. I just... I want you proud of your pup, Sir." My hand squeezed his thigh and I made sure he saw the proud smile on my lips.

"You haven't let me down yet, boy. And I do not believe you will now. I will be very proud to show you off as my puppy. You are beautiful and sweet and very very obedient. No Master could ask for a better pet. Remember that." A hint of a blush crept across his cheeks at my praise. He picked up my hand and held it up. His soft lips kissed my knuckles.

"Thank you, Master. Your puppy is proud to be yours, Sir."

"Such a good boy."

I turned right off of the main drag down the narrow alley then left on the gravel road behind what used to be the old Masonic lodge decades ago. Tall dark green trees and thick undergrowth blocked most of what could be seen out the passenger side. Small gaps allowed glimpses of the houses down below while the old brick walls of the backs of the buildings went by on the other. Ghostly faded signs in barely visible paint gave hints of what used to be in the buildings ages long past.

I knew if we were on the other side, the store fronts would all be insurance agents and resale shops, salons trying desperately to be trendy and hip and the occasional mom and pop deli or cafe. The fronts were all clean and well tended with bright eye-catching signs, interspersed with the flash of neon. Siren calls to lure in customers laden with cash.

But customers rarely ventured back here. The road was merely gravel and dirt with deep valleys and ruts where the rains had washed away the surface, making driving at any good speed difficult and bumpy. Back here the buildings were partially covered with wild vines and trees let go out of control. Piles of debris and trash and old discarded appliances peeped from mounds hidden in the weeds. The bricks were dark and blackened with age and soot from the days when wood and coal were the choice for heat and much of the mortar had cracked and crumbled, leaving many of the bricks loose and, in some cases, missing completely.

If I had a mind to, I could pick up enough bricks from the ground on this block alone to lay a walkway from my house down to my workshop, more than wide enough to run a hand truck or wheelbarrow from one to the other.

But I digress.

Halfway down the block I swung the truck up into a rutted driveway between two of the buildings, back tires spinning briefly in the loose gravel. We came to a stop parked halfway in the sparse grass next to another pickup truck. In front of the other truck was a flatbed trailer held upright with wooden scraps of lumber. On top of the trailer sat a lone broken soda machine which appeared to have been there for several years.

In the passenger seat, Nathan looked a little dubious. And just a shade more nervous. The expression on his face conveyed a fear I was going to sell him to a biker gang or lead him into some serial killer's basement abattoir. After I put the truck in park, my hand patted his thigh again in a reassuring way.

"Relax, puppy. It's nicer on the inside. This is just camouflage. Breathe." He took a few slow deep breaths, as I had taught him.

"Ready, boy?" He shook his head both back and forth and up and down.

"Yes and no and maybe, Master. Let's do this."

Laughing, I led him down the steps to the basement door.

"Uncle Rex!!" As always, Marigold was a warm flurry of curly brown hair, soft lips and firm little body pressed against mine while her arms went around my neck. Those sweet lips opened to mine as I kissed her and my hands went from her back to her waist then further down as I patted and squeezed that delightful bottom while we kissed.

I had known the girl all of her life and watched her grown from a sweet and delightful inquisitive child into a strong and self assured amazing young lady with a taste for the kinkier side of life which both pleased and amazed me. It wasn't all that long ago she had finally managed to achieve her secret dream of seducing dear old "Uncle Rex" and crawling into my bed. A highly erotic journey we had both greatly enjoyed.

She pulled back after an endless wonderful moment, eyes looking into mine as she whispered "I've missed you, Sir." I smiled and patted her bottom again. Marigold's eyes darted sideways towards the boy and back to mine. My eyebrows waggled and I nodded silently. She unwound herself from my neck and stepped over to where my puppy waited.

"Ohmygodyouaresofreakinghot." It all came out in long long rush, melding into a single word. Before the startled boy could even stammer out a reply, she threw her arms around his neck and stopped up his lips with hers. He let out a confused but pleasantly surprised squeak and, after a moment of hesitation, hugged her back.

While the sweet girl was thoroughly introducing herself to an equally sweet though somewhat taken aback boy, I was trading a handshake and a hug with Marigold's husband, Wyatt.

"Rex." He said. "Good to see you."

"Bash. You look good yourself. Always glad to be here." I tipped my head over to the two who were still engaged in getting to know each other and gave him a smile. "Been waiting for this." He nodded and smiled as well.

"So has she. She's been on pins and needles all day." He gave me a wink. "You always know how to get her all wound up."

Just like his amazing young wife, Wyatt Bastian "Bash" Granger was one of the nicest people I had ever met in my life. Every time we met he was happy and at peace with the world. Of course, he was also one of the last people in the world you ever wanted to piss off. He was small, as was his wife and my puppy, but his size had nothing to do with his strength. Bash had always kept himself in excellent physical shape. He had also spent a good portion of his life doing difficult and dangerous things, just because he was able to. Combat veteran. Firefighter. A guard at a maximum security prison.

All things he did because he could and because somebody had to do them.

Not only did I love him for who he was, I admired him for what he could do. Most of the things he did scared the crap out of me. The man was aptly named.

Besides, he kept my favorite girl deliriously happy and I loved him even more for that.

"Mari. Let him breathe." Somewhat guiltily, she stepped back, keeping one hand on his chest. Nathan's face was flushed and his expression was a mix of happy, horny and extremely uncomfortable.

The happy and horny needed no explanation. Mari had the same effect on everybody she met. The reason for his discomfort would become apparent in a few moments.

In the mean time, Bash stepped up and pumped Nathan's hand in his strong grip and pulled him in for a hug. "Nathan. Good to meet you. Welcome to the family."

"Ummm... thank you, Sir." The boy's eyes were kind of wide for several reasons. One, he was meeting the husband of a woman he had lusted after for quite some time. I'd shared a few pics of my golden girl over the years. And two, said husband was a rather dangerous looking man. Bash was wearing blue jeans and motorcycle boots and a t-shirt with a black leather vest and his long curly beard reached halfway down his chest. What topped off the whole "outlaw biker" look was the 9mm pistol strapped to one side of his hip. A fashion accessory he never ever saw living in the United Kingdom.

But the warm hug and the easy smile on Bash's face completely offset his initial appearance and his earnest and welcoming greeting just threw the boy for a loop. I had to suppress a chuckle watching the emotions crossing his face.

This sketchy looking character with a gun knew Nathan wanted desperately to sleep with his wife and yet he was good with it? Even welcomed it?

Americans are all crazy.

"Nathan." My voice broke him out of his reverie.

"Yes, Master?"

"Present, puppy." One finger pointed to the floor by my feet. His face flushed again.

"Y-yes, M-master." His hands shook a little as he gripped the hem of the sweatshirt and pulled it up over his head. While he carefully folded the bulky shirt I admired his strong smooth chest and well muscled arms. Riding low around Nathan's neck was a deep burgundy leather collar with brass fittings. Lower down a matching harness wrapped around his chest and shoulders. It helped to accent his strong chest perfectly.

Even further down a smooth taut belly with an enticing hint of rippled abs led to a line of hair which led from his navel and disappeared down into the waistband of his sweatpants. He laid the shirt down on a nearby counter and my view was momentarily obscured as he kicked off his shoes and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.

The boy paused and his eyes went to me. I nodded and he sighed softly then tugged down the sweats and pulled them off of his legs.

I was torn between looking at my puppy and his fine body and the looks he was getting from Marigold and Bash. Her eyes were wide and I saw the tip of her tongue slip out and lick her lower lip. Bash wore an appreciative smile curling up one corner of his lips and he nodded.

From the waist down my boy wore nothing but a steel and plastic cage wrapped around his prick and balls, held shut by a small brass padlock in the shape of a heart. His pubic hair had been trimmed short and neat, offsetting the general hairiness of his legs. Wrapped around Nathan's knees were a pair of black nylon knee pads.

It was more than obvious despite being trapped in the little cage the boy was fighting with an almost painful erection. His large young prick filled the cage almost to overflowing and it bobbed up and down in it's confinement. The ring which circled his balls tugged against his sack as his body tried to get him hard.

Though we had experimented and played with denial before he arrived here to be mine, it had only been within the last couple of weeks since I had been able to get my hands on him personally had he experienced being actually physically locked away. Having his cock locked in the chastity cage was something the lad was having a difficult time getting used to.

I'm sure Marigold practically raping him with her mouth did a lot to leave him in his present distress. And being almost naked in front of strangers was adding to it considerably.

Ahhh... it was so amusing to be me, sometimes.

While Nathan folded his sweats and slipped back into his shoes, I pulled a leather leash from my back pocket and dangled the clip from my hand. The boy quickly stepped to my side, knelt down by my leg and clipped the leash to his collar then lowered his eyes and laid his palms on his upper thighs.

The perfect picture of a sweet and submissive pet boy.

"Aaaawwwwh!" Mari breathed softly, a smile running across her lips. "That is so cute!" Her eyes went back and forth between the two of us. "You guys look so good together."

I could but agree.

We decided to adjourn to the sitting area, where there was a large old overstuffed couch and a couple of comfortable chairs. Nathan rose and followed me at the end of his leash, one step to the side and one behind, like a good pup should. Marigold reached behind the couch and pulled out a rectangular foam pad and laid it on the floor in front of my place on the couch. It was a comfortable place for a pet to kneel and she should know. In our special times together she had spend no small amount of time kneeling there herself.

My fingers unclipped the lead from his collar and I pulled the boy in for a kiss. One finger gestured towards the side counter.

"Why don't you get us some coffee, pup?" He lowered his eyes briefly.

"Of course, Master." He paused. "May I, as well, Sir?" My smile was warm and genuine.

"Yes you may, puppy. You've been a very good boy. You deserve a reward." I leaned in and kissed him again and whispered. "Both now and later." He shivered.

"Thank you, Master!"

We all watched as my boy went over to the coffee maker and put four cups on a tray then quickly filled them all with the steaming brew. Since the pot was low, he dumped the remainder and the filter and quickly scooped grounds into a new filter, refilled the carafe and got another round going.

Bash raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

"I'm impressed." A proud smile came to my lips.

"He is a very good boy. Willing and eager to please. Besides, he really wanted to make a good impression on you guys. He was pretty nervous. Giving him a small task helps take his mind off of his nerves."

Bash settled into the easy chair at the end which was his and Marigold snuggled up to my side on the couch while we all admired the lad's firm little butt as he bustled about getting the coffee ready.

"Before he came here I thought about sending him to a school for butlers in England. It tickled me to imagine having a formally trained butler as a housepet. But the boy convinced me he was more than willing to be trained any way I wished, as long as I did it myself." A grin settled across my face.

"Even though we are far from done, training my pup has been a memorable experience. Much cheaper and more fun than sending him off somewhere else."

While we chatted Nathan came back carrying the tray, walking carefully and not spilling a drop. He stopped and shot me a glance and I nodded towards Bash. He stepped forward and went down on one knee, offering the tray with lowered eyes.

"For you, Sir." Bash's eyes had a warm twinkle of pleasure as he took the preferred cup.

"Thank you, Nathan."

"My pleasure, Sir." Moving smoothly, Nathan rose and turned and went down on his knee again in front of Marigold.

"Miss."

She giggled delightedly, one hand briefly over her mouth before she could reach out and take a cup. "Holy crow..." She giggled again and leaned forward to run her fingers lightly across his cheek. "I could get really spoiled with you around." We all smiled even wider watching the blush spread across his face.

"It would be my... extreme pleasure, Miss Marigold... to spoil you in any way you wished."

From my vantage point I could plainly see the plastic cage around my pet boy's prick twitch several times as he thought about how much he craved the chance to please her in any and every way.

From the chair on the end, Bash chuckled into his coffee, almost spilling it on his chest before he lifted the cup away. A retort came to his lips but before he could speak Nathan lowered his head in his direction again and added "And you as well of course, Mister Bash. As family to my Master, I am yours to command." The twitching of his cage didn't slow down a bit.

It was quite easy to see the smile making his curly mustache twist upwards as Bash's eyes ran up and down my puppy's body appreciatively.

"Well now..." Was all he could think of to say.

While we were distracted, my boy rose once more and stepped sideways onto the soft mat between my feet. This time he went down on both knees as a proper pet boy should and lowered his eyes.

"Yours, Master."

I wasn't sure if he was referring to himself or the cup of coffee or both but decided it didn't matter as all three premises were indeed true.

"Yes, puppy. Mine."

"In all ways and in all things, Master." I smiled softly as I lifted a cup from the tray.

"And such a good boy." That earned me a shy glance and a smile as he laid the tray aside and hid his face in his own cup. Despite his nervousness, he had carried himself well in this situation and made me extremely proud to call myself his Master.

Not like I wasn't already. Nathan was so beautiful and so sweet and so submissive and he stirred me in so many ways it was all I could do to keep from grinning like a maniac twenty four hours a day.

Although the conversation and the presentation had been purposefully kept low key, the sexual tension in the room was as thick as a London fog. I suspect all I had to do was say "Now!" and my puppy would have found himself invaded on all sides in a happily moaning dog pile of needy flesh.

But now was not the time.

Not just yet, anyway.

The boy had only been mine for about three weeks so far and I was trying to make his transition to an Owned puppy slow and complete. Until he flew halfway around the world to give himself to me, he had never been with another man and even his experience with women was rather limited. It was somewhat fortunate for me the boy was a bit shy on his own so almost every experience I was able to give him was brand new.

Because Nathan was young and extremely hot I had been giving him quite a bit of experience since his arrival. It had been hard on me to slow down and be careful. It was even harder simply to get out of bed with that beautiful horny puppy curled up next to my body. I wanted to spend all of my time with my prick in those warm strong hands or between those soft pretty puppy lips or delving between his firm ass cheeks and deep into his snug and so very tight little puppy butt.

~Long slow happy sigh~

We had been having fun.

Lots of it.

One part of his training and his future life Nathan and I had often discussed was that I was going to take him places as my pet and, on rare occasions, require of him to please other people. It was going to be a very short and discerning list, but there would be a list.

As a matter of fact, at this moment only Mari and Bash were on it. My puppy knew a time would come when he would be directed/allowed to serve and please and play with one or the other or both of them with or without his Master present and he was eagerly awaiting his chance to shine.

But in the mean time this was a chance for all of them to get to know each other.

That too, was high on my agenda. Getting the three of them comfortable with each other. After all, I was thirty plus years older than my young but completely legal sized pet boy. I wasn't going to be around forever and I had to make provisions for him to be owned by someone after I was gone. If things worked out as I planned, I would be leaving him to Bash and Mari in my will.

But let's just keep that a secret between us for now, shall we?

The three of us reclined against our respective cushions and Nathan leaned against my leg while we sat and chatted and sipped our coffee. I'd given Bash and Mari the cliff notes version of our relationship and they were both interested and asked many questions. I answered most of them with my pup only adding a shy comment or two now and then. Most of our conversation was about him and it made him blush deeply.




Visiting



It had been my intention from the outset to make this a bit of a trial for my pet boy. I wanted to see how far I could push him in front of company while still keeping his aplomb. Several times during our talk he had sighed softly and his cage had twitched in wanting.

Finally, as pup returned from refilling our mugs, Mari asked the question I had been waiting for.

"So... exactly what is that he's wearing?" I wanted to kiss her for asking.

So I leaned over and did.

With a wide smile, I pointed to a spot on the floor and raised two fingers. The boy went to his knees, back straight with his fingers locked behind his neck, just as he'd been trained.

"This m'love, is the MCD-9. The very latest in male chastity devices. Clean, simple, easy to use and..." I paused and rolled my eyes at my good boy. "... reasonably comfortable for the wearer. Provided, of course, he doesn't get too many erections while wearing it." A wry smile painted itself across my lips.

I, being the evil bastard I was, had tried to get him as hard and wanting as often as possible when I had him locked away. It was proving not to be very... difficult to accomplish.

During the initial phase of our relationship when it was strictly over the internet and everything was all theoretical, I had made it plain to Nathan if he were to actually come here to be mine, I would keep him in chastity. The notion shook him to the core but it didn't upset him too much as he was several thousand miles away at the time. It was, as I mentioned, all theoretical.

Once he had actually arrived it took me about a week to get the boy calm enough I was able to slip the device on his prick and get it secured. There were several aborted attempts as he tended to get hard as soon as I touched him. I wasn't one to let a hard wanting puppy toy to go to waste.

The whining and begging which came after he was locked away were highly amusing. And it kept my boy highly motivated to please his Master whenever possible. Once secured, my puppy would do anything and everything I asked to be let free once more.

Which was the whole point of the process, after all.

Make each and every time he was free a special time.

I was calling it a win in my book.

Bash frowned a bit and raised one eyebrow. Mari gave me an exaggerated sad face and cried "Awwwwh! Uncle Rex, it's cruel! How can you be so mean to such a sweet boy?" Nathan gave her a grateful smile and tried to relate without moving or speaking how much he really agreed with her. I just shook my head.

"Dear heart, I do mean things because I'm a Dom and mean things is what we do." I shot her a look. "I don't recall a certain little girl complaining when I turned her over my knee and paddled her ass until she cried. Do you?" She blushed slightly and shook her head.

"Besides, before I took Ownership of him this boy played with himself all of the time, as lads his age are wont to do. Several times a day. I'm sure it was fun, but he was well on his way to making his orgasms completely meaningless. Just another time-killing exercise."

"When he gave himself to me I took control of his play time. Only allowed it on certain days and at certain times. Made him perform little rituals which I had given him. Things to do and say before he could even touch himself."

"I gave his play time meaning and each orgasm began to be special. Isn't that right, puppy?" Nathan lowered his head and nodded ruefully.

"Yes, Master. It was... brilliant." My hand went around and picked up his caged prick and balls in my hand, holding them gently but firmly in my palm. The boy let out a startled squeak and caught himself before he actually moved but a very evident shiver ran up and down his frame. I could feel his pulse quicken in his firm trapped bit of flesh and once again it twitched as my boy tried to get hard and was thwarted by the cage. He tried to stifle the moan rumbling from his chest but it leaked out through the walls of his ribs.

One finger of my other hand teased up and down the cleft between his fine firm ass cheeks, which quivered and clenched and spasmed, torn between his body's natural reaction to keep me out and his overwhelming desire to plead for me to go further. The boy gasped softly and wiggled.

"I could, if I so desired, bring him to a spine-shattering orgasm right here and now without once allowing him to become fully erect. We discovered that just the other evening. It was quite amusing to watch. And you liked it, didn't you, pup?" He shivered again in my grip, fingers clenching against each other behind his neck.

"Oh, mmmmm... g... y-yes, M-master! ... please..."

"Please what, Mine?"

"P-please allow your puppy to play, Sir." I shook my head slowly.

"You know better than that, boy. We discussed it this morning. What did I tell you?"

"N-not... not until we are home again, Sir." He sounded like he was about to cry.

Mari looked really unhappy with me.

"And what did I tell you we would do when we got home again, pup?"

"You promised you would let your pet out to play, Master." He shivered. "Long and hard."

"That's right, boy. And we will. Long and hard." With one last squeeze and a pat on his bottom I released him and sat back against the cushions of the couch and waved a hand at my quivering pet.

"Don't worry. My puppy gets plenty of play time and my favorite toy doesn't stay in it's cage very long. But this is an important milestone in his training. He knows... has known for quite some time... that I will be taking him out into places as my pet boy. There will be times and locations where he will be out among strangers at the end of my leash and he is well aware he must learn to behave and control himself."

"The cage is not strictly about being mean to him and denying him an erection. Although..." I chuckled softly. "I do love the pleading look in his eyes when he is begging to be released."

I'm sure if he was facing me, I would be seeing that very same pleading look.

Retrieving my cup from the side table, I took a sip then reached over and patted Mari on the thigh. Her hand came down and covered mine but I could still see the uncertainty in her eyes. My golden girl was always so tender hearted. Her stoic husband had the same look. Even though he was strong and had this tough guy persona, he still cared deeply about those he considered as family.

Since I had brought Nathan in and introduced him as mine, in the eyes of Marigold and Bash he was family and that was that.

"While our relationship was still on the internet, I told him quite a bit about you guys. Not just my words and descriptions, but pictures and video as well. I shared everything about my life with my boy. By the time came when he arrived, he knew as much as I did about the two of you."

"He wants you. Deeply and desperately." I glanced around Nathan's back at Bash.

"Both of you." The statement got me another raised eyebrow and a small nod.

"And I have told him there will come a time when he will be allowed to serve one or both of you, separately or together. That choice is entirely up to you. And, of course, whether or not you want him to play with at all." That brightened them up and I got smiles and nods from both. 

"But..." I raised a finger. "It is not going to happen today."

Mari gave me an exaggerated pout, making me chuckle.

"Yes, dear. I know. The boy is quite pretty, isn't he?" She nodded. "And I am training him in how to use his hands and lips and that exquisite body to please anybody. Of course he doesn't have much experience pleasing a woman, but I am sure you will be more than instrumental in expanding his resume'."

After all this time, my little Hermione was an open book to me. Some of the signs were quite obvious. The way her nipples had hardened under the thin material of her dress. The tip of her tongue unconsciously licking her lips. I could see her toes curl slightly and her hips moved, as if she were trying to get comfortable.

Looking closer I could see a slight increase in her breathing. Those soft pink lips parted to bring in more air. A little tinge of color deepening her cheeks and her pupils expanded just slightly.

She wanted him almost as badly as he wanted her.

Feeling a bit more wicked than usual, I leaned towards her and lowered my voice almost into a whisper, but more than loud enough everyone in the room could hear.

"That pretty young cock of his is long and thick and strong and it tastes... delightful." A tiny moan of wanting slipped past her lips before she could clamp them shut again and she turned those big gorgeous eyes of her towards me.

"Uncle Rex, I..."

"No, dear. Not today."

"But... but..." I had to be firm.

"No, love. Not... Today." She gave me a frustrated smile.

"You are so mean...!" I smiled back and patted her cheek.

"And you love it. You know you do." I snapped my fingers lightly.

"Come, pup. Snuggle two." Walking on his knees, the boy turned and came back up onto the soft mat between my feet and laid his head in my lap with his arms around my waist. My fingers curled in his hair and caressed the back of his head while he made contented but somewhat frustrated noises.

"I didn't come here to intentionally frustrate you, Mari. Or you, Bash. What I came here to do today was make sure my puppy is able to behave himself around new people or in public. To make sure he wouldn't panic or freak out and embarrass himself or me." My fingers tousled his hair adoringly. "And he did wonderful." I smiled.

"My good boy is going to be well rewarded when we return home this evening." Head still pressed into my belly, my puppy wiggled and shivered, his arms holding himself tight into my body.

"Your puppy loves you, Master." He murmured.

"And your Master loves his pup with his whole heart." I replied. A touch on my arm got my attention to see a hopeful look on Mari's face.

"I hope he isn't going to take up... all of your time." That brought an amused chuckle to my lips and I leaned over and kissed her again. I could feel my cuddled puppy turn his head and watch.

"Not at all, greedy little girl. There will always be time for my favorite fox."

The first time we played I brought her a set of fox ears and a tail I had made myself. They had become some of her favorite costume accessories. And mine as well. She looked amazing as a fox.

She looked amazing as anything. But there you go.

One hand curled in Nathan's thick dark hair. "Perhaps next time we can make it more of a group activity." I said. "Give my puppy some varied experience while his master is nearby so he doesn't get too nervous." I tugged on his ear gently. "Or too carried away, for that matter." He buried his head in my lap and squeezed me.

Though my boy was sweet and very submissive and willing to please he was also quite young and tended to forget his place sometimes in the heat of passion. He was learning self control but once in a while his eagerness got the better of him. More often than not Nathan had found himself face down over my lap while I divided my time between lecturing him on pet etiquette and paddling his firm tender ass.

He was learning.

And I was seriously enjoying teaching him.

As soon as the words left my lips I was planning a group play time in my head. While I had spent several evenings with Mari, we had yet to include her more than generous husband in any of the activities. Not that I was averse to it, of course. He was pretty enough in his own right and I obviously didn't have any difficulty playing with other men sexually.

The right opportunity just hadn't arisen. But I was thinking it was more than time enough to take care of that.

Like his adorable bride, Bash was a bit of a "switch" when it came to BDSM play, just in the opposite direction. While Marigold was definitely more sub than Domme, Bash was more Dom than sub but both could play either role quite well and enjoy themselves. Eyes flickering back and forth with a little wistful smile I fantasized first about three willing subs and then about two Doms and two pets and the fun which could be had.

From my expression it was patently obvious the direction my thinking was headed and both Bash and Mari smiled at me. And with his face in my lap, the boy could feel something twitching against his cheek through the material of my jeans and knew exactly how his owner was feeling. Turning his head, he placed a kiss on my prick through my pants.

Then another.

Then one more. Trying his very best to get me to relent and let him free of his cage early.

But that wasn't going to happen.

With a growl I grabbed a handful of his hair and tipped the boy's face up to look into my eyes.

"Do I need to take you over my knee, boy? Spank your little puppy ass until you remember your manners? I am wearing my belt, you know. I don't think it would take very long for you to be quite sorry." His eyes were wide.

"No master, please! I'm sorry. I'll behave, sir!" I held his gaze for just a moment, then grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head up for a long deep kiss. His mouth opened readily to mine and our tongues danced together for just a moment before I pulled him into my chest, arms wrapped around his head.

A wry smile curled up one corner of my lips.

"Maybe next time, then." He shivered at the thought of being spanked in front of strangers. I was fairly certain if I had looked his little plastic cage would have been twitching like mad. In our short time together I had spanked the boy several times. Some for punishment and some just because I liked doing it and frequently used it as foreplay.

Much to his surprise, my little scamp had managed to get himself off several times by rubbing his prick against my thigh while I was reddening his ass. Of course I had immediately noticed what he was doing and helped him along as best I could, making it look like it was just a happy accident.

The pup thought he was "getting one over" on the old man and I was making sure he crawled across my lap without any fuss when I wanted him to.

Counted it as a win.

In the mean time I could see none of the conversation had been lost on Bash and Mari. They were both conversant not only in the terms of the BDSM world, but in the way I talked as well and they knew I was going to take the boy home and fuck him silly just as soon as I could. The sexual tension in the room got so thick it made me a little dizzy and my prick was getting cramped, even though I wore fairly loose pants.

The way those two were shooting each other looks and glances I wondered if they would even wait til the door was shut behind us before they were naked in each others arms.

Not that it mattered, really. Not to me, anyway. I'd enjoy the show.

But I'm afraid my poor frustrated puppy might burst into flames.

Or burst something else. Something I might really want later.

I patted my cuddled pup on the head softly. "Think it's time we were headed home, puppy. Master has some... things... which need attention." Both Mari and Bash chuckled, my meaning not lost in the slightest. Mari laid a hand on my arm.

"I wish..." She had a torn almost forlorn look in her eye. I gave her a smile and patted her hand.

"Next time perhaps, love. We can plan a day together." A glance back and forth around the room. "And perhaps a night. My puppy will make us breakfast in the morning. If we don't wear him out completely, anyway." I leaned over and kissed her again.

"I promise my boy will show you all of his tricks. And just how badly he wants to please the both of you." I grinned. "Repeatedly." She shivered in anticipation.

"But for right now a certain little puppy is in desperate need of some relief. Think I'll take him home and see if I can drain off a little bit of his excess... energy." Still kneeling in front of me, Nathan nodded and nodded hopefully.

"As much as I hate to say it, go get dressed, pup."

"Yes, Master!" His need gave his feet wings and he was up and dressed once more in a flash. The boy stood and danced from foot to foot while I gave my two dear friends hugs and kisses and when Mari kissed him again he groaned aloud into her mouth and I was fairly sure we were going to have to put his pants in the wash when we got home.

After Master's play time, of course.

Once we were securely belted in and I started the truck I asked "Is there anywhere we need to go or anything we need to get before we get home, pup?" He shook his head furiously.

"Bolt cutters, locksmith, nearby motel?" I laughed and backed down the dirt driveway. As I did one hand reached in my shirt and pulled out a small brass key which hung from a leather thong around my neck.

"I've got your key right here, boy. And home is only fifteen minutes away."

Nathan groaned theatrically.

"Fifteen whole minutes...?"



Visiting A Friend



Coming home from a hard days work, my soles ache, my back cramped, and I have a head ache the size of Montana. I had ten clients today, my boss threw out the Chagrin file that I had been working on and my co-worker, John cancelled our lunch to Le Chalet. I was forced to grab a quick bit of chow mein around the corner. Oh yes, my day was progressing wonderfully.

Taking the key out of my coat pocket, I open the door. The apartment is dark and I'm overwhelmed by the smell of cologne flowing through the cool air. A small light illuminates the counter top in the kitchen. Flicking off my three-inch heels and leaving them lazily on the tile floor, I immediately head towards the bathroom. The warm water cascades over my flesh as I swirl the water around in the tub. I have just enough time to get a quick bath before Cedric gets home from work. He will be in for a big surprise, I'm not supposed to be here.

I remove my smooth black panty hose, stepping out of them then working the zipper on my jet black mini-skirt. Instinctively running my hands over the length of my toned thighs, curling my fingertips at my knees. I unbutton the soft white beads of my blouse and let it drift slowly to the floor. I lastly remove my white silk bra which clings, restricting the fullness of my breasts. My nipples are instantly hardened by the coolness of the air on my warm soft flesh. I slip into the warm lavender bath. The water enveloping over my hips, stomach, and chest, before finally ending at the base of my breasts. 

I must've fallen asleep in the next 45 minutes because I awoke to the sound of the door creaking open and slamming from across the room. The door to the bathroom is closed and I realize the water is cold. Shivering at the realization, I stand myself up and wrap a soft green towel around myself. I feel the cool water cascading down the small of my back. Getting goosebumps quickly I begin to pad myself dry, paying special attention to my legs and feet. Being preoccupied with getting the cold water off my skin, I don't care to notice Cedric standing in the doorway, an appreciating grin painted across his face.

"Let me help you with that." He says seductively in that southern tone that drives me wild. He walks over to my naked body, his large hands run down my shoulders as he removes the damp towel from around my waist. He folds the towel in two and gently runs it over my thighs, then gently turns me around to towel my damp curly hair. Finishing, he hangs the towel on the railing as I stand still, newly dry and naked with my back towards him.

"Come with me." He whispers, as he reaches for my hand. He leads me into the small enclosed kitchen. His hands lay on my waist as he lifts me up onto the cold wooden counter top. The strong muscles in his arms flex and I look into his glazed green eyes. The fire still burns within him as he grins at me.

Suddenly and forcefully his hands pierce my thighs as he pulls them open, exposing my cleanly shaven sex. I moan as I feel his fingers scratch over the insides of my thighs. I put my head back and move to the edge of the counter as I feel his hands run down to my ankles. Opening my eyes I see that Cedric has now gotten onto his knees, my small slim feet lay on either sides of his shoulders. His eyes are fixated on the glistening opening of my sex.

"Mmmm… " he moans. " that looks yummy." Adding jokingly while caressing the soles of my feet. I gently run my toes along his jawline, finally planting them on his furry chin. I trace the outline of his gotee with my big toes, as his fingers run between my toes making me quiver in excitement.

"mmmm… these look yummy too." He whispers at my feet. His warm breath covering over my right toe as he parts his lips to take it in. His tongue runs over my blues painted toe, alternating down the row to give each one it's deserved attention. His warm wet mouth closes over each toe. His long soft tongue slithers over and between, sucking gently on the tips. I moan and quiver as he moves his mouth over to my left foot, continuing to lick and taste my small feet. His hands rub at my ankles and massage the arches.

"That feels so good." I moan in desire as he pauses to look at me. I look down at him. My small feet cupped by his hands, my toes glistening from the warm wet attention his tongue had just given me. His wet lips slowly moves towards my wanting foot and he takes me in again into his mouth. This time I feel his teeth gently racing across the backs of my toes, nibbling at the sides. Another ten minutes passes before he finally gives in to his wanting.

Letting go of my legs, I watch him stand, the bulge of his manhood visible through his khaki shorts. He rests between my open legs, pressing his manhood against my swollen sex and kissing my lips softly. Parting our lips, our tongues wrestle impatiently as my hands fidget with the button on his shorts. I nibble fiercely at his lower lip, sucking gently before moving to his fuzzy chin.

He moans loudly as my hands grasp his hard cock, squeezing him gently, letting my thumb encircle over the small opening on his tip. His body quivers in excitement. Grabbing me roughly by my round ass cheeks, he pulls me off the counter top to the floor. I pull his shorts and boxers down to the ground, his manhood fully exposed, his strong legs pressed against mine as he pins me against the wall.

His left hand wraps around my small waist while his right scans over the contours of my body. His thick fingers trace down to my wet sex, spreading my pink lips to find my erect bud; soft and smoothly massaging it as his lips find my ear lobe, suckling it tenderly. His manhood presses against my stomach and my hand gently stroking him, urging him on. Deserting my love bud, his middle finger pierces into my pussy hole as I yelp out loud. 

"Oh yeah!" I moan deeply as his finger pumps my sex roughly. His left hand still grabbing at my hip.

"Turn around." He orders out of no where and flips me around. He puts his hand onto the middle of my back and pushes me over. My breasts make contact with the cold counter top and my hands spread out in front of me as I grab at the shelving in front of me. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance as he runs it up and down the length of my dripping slit before impaling me roughly, filling me up to the brim. 

'Ohhh!!" I moan loudly. I feel his balls slap against my ass cheeks and his hands grasping at my hips hard.

He begins to thrust himself into me as my body bounces with the weight of his body against me. Increasing his pace, I find myself rubbing my erect clit and pushing towards my first orgasm.

"Fuck!!" I yell, not realizing what I had just said.

"You like that you little slut?" he huskily moans as his hand slaps against my right ass cheek. My head pulls back as I yelp a yes.

Another slap, this time a little more forceful and I let out another cry.

"Tell me you like it!" he orders.

"Yes…. Yes……." Another slap occurs against my tender bum. "Yes!!!" I scream as I rush towards an incredible orgasm. My body convulses and I scream in pleasure as Cedric doesn't let up on the pace. His hard body slaps rapidly against me as I moan loudly with each thrust his cock makes into my tight pussy. My juices drip down the insides of my thighs as he continues to give a ultimate fuck.

Suddenly he slows his pace and withdraws his cum covered cock and turns me around to face him. His hand lightly strokes his cock as his other reaches for something in the cabinet. He pulls out a small plastic bottle of "Magic Potion"

Taking the cap off he pours a quarter size amount onto his hand, rubbing it along the shaft of his beautiful cock then taking another quarter size amount rubs it up and down the length of my ass. I moan in pleasure and close my eyes. I arch my back and bend back my head. I feel his lubed up cock rub up against my slit, down to my small little tight bud, then back up towards my clit. As he slowly runs it back down my crack to my anus, I look into his eyes. Looking back at me with desire, he shoves his thick cock into my tiny love hole. I scream in pleasure as the tip of his cock bursts through.

Slowly his length enters my ass and I close my eyes. He increases his pace in my lubricated asshole while I moan in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck!!" I yell as he begins to pump me with all the force he had earlier. My tight asshole being assaulted and yet it feeling so damn good. I feel my second orgasm beginning to build and I let Cedric know.

"Fuck yeah… cum baby.. cum….." He whispers as he watches his thick cock disappear in and out of my tight little hole.

Then I hear his throaty gasps as he yells "I'm cumming.."

As he yells those words, my body convulses once more and my inner caves expand as my juices flow…. 

"Fuck!!!" I scream as his semen fills my bowels. He arches over me kissing my back as his cock gently softens within me. My juices flow down my thighs in excess.

He slowly removes himself from me…. Cum dripping off of him.

"God that was good." He says happily.

"Mmmm.. yes it was." I reply.

He gently runs his pointer along my dripping slit, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it eagerly.

'Mmmm." Is all he can say.



Visiting A Friend At Work



It was a warm spring day, and I was driving around finishing up errands, when I realized I was in the neighborhood of a longtime friend. There had always been some built up sexual tension between us longing to have that one experience that would put us over the top. I figured since I was in the area, I would drop by for a little visit just to say hello.

I dropped by the front desk to ask for her, for it had been a long time since I had seen her in person. The receptionist made the page, and soon enough she came through the side door. She looked amazing with a smile to melt any mans heart, and make it race with sexual deviance. She was in great shape as always, and wearing a pretty sexy outfit by work standards. Her blondish hair flowing as her head turned to the side with a smile. "What a surprise it is seeing you here." We continued to chat while heading back to her office. We sat down in the office, and the small talk quieted as we began to reminisce about old times.

We use to chat on the phone on a regular basis, and one day I had heard a moan come from the other end of the line. Not a moved out of a bad position type of moan. More of a feeling good type of moan. It may have stemmed from the sexual conversation, which we were having. The most we have ever done was make out after a party when we first met. What a kisser! Very passionate and very exciting. The type that makes a cock rock-hard in a matter of seconds. I had asked her why she was moaning, and when I got an evasive answer, I asked something I have never ask someone before. I asked her where her hand was, and she said under the pillow. Not the answer I was expecting. Then I asked again. "Where is your other hand?" She said. "Where do you think it should be?" I swallowed hard, and told her that I think it should be in your panties." Needless to say that lead to my first phone sex experience. I'll save that story for another day.

As we talked about her first, and I believe only, lesbian experience, I began to notice her squirm in her chair. She was a very sexy blonde with a great figure. She had taken dance most of her life, and was in great shape. She was wearing a dark button down blouse with long sleeves and slacks to accent her muscular legs. I asked her to stand up for I knew she was in a sensual mood. "Did you like those photos I had sent you via email of my cock," I asked? She stood up, and said yes and that they had turned her on just at the site of seeing my cock for the first time. I asked her if she would like to see my cock in person? My cock had become stout, once I had noticed her squirming in her chair. She said she would love to see my cock up close. I was wearing blue jeans, and a casual collared shirt. I said, "You are a bad girl," and proceeded to unbuckle my pants and zip down my fly. I slowly reached into my pants, and pull my cock out from the binding of my boxers. She gasped at the site of it, and I could tell she didn't believe I would actually do such a thing. Especially in her work place.

I began to massage my cock in front of her, as she began to unconsciously rub her breasts and nipples through her blouse. I said, "You have very firm nipples" as she realized what she was doing. She innocently whispered, "thank you." I said, "I could use more stimulation if you know what I mean?" She just smiled, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse down to her waistline. She opened her shirt up, revealing a black lacey bra, as her nipples pushed their way through the fabric. She slowly slid her right hand into the cup of her bra as she searched for her hard nipples. She stood there squeezing her nipples, as her left hand rubbed the outside of her other breast. All the while, I was stroking my cock for her to see, and the possibility of someone walking in to view such a scene.

I said, "I don't think rubbing your breasts is going to do the job!" Not to be outdone, she reached for the zipper of her pants, and slowly began to open up the front of her pants revealing her matching black lacey panties. Mmmm, my cock was beginning to hurt with swollen passion. She turned around, slowly pulled her pants down, as they slipped from her muscular ass, revealing her black thong panties. She was bending over so far that the back of the shirt lifted up, so I could see the mound, which the panties were covering her pussy lips. She had been moist, as I could see plainly though her panties. She stood up and released the blouse from over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She subsequently let the loose straps of her bra drop to the sides of her arms.

She then turned, and then let her bra drop to the floor. She then invitingly asked if, "sitting there all you can do?" Somehow I realized, I had lost control of the situation. I walked up to her with my cock jetting out of my jeans. I went up, and penetrated her mouth with my tongue, kissing her like I had never done before. Just when I realize she was pulling at my cock, I knew I had the go-ahead to fuck the shit out of her. As she pulled on my cock, I began to suck on her ripe nipples. She had very sensitive nipples, and swollen in ecstasy. I grab the bare ass around her thong panties, and began to squeeze her ass all-the-while sucking on her breasts.

In an instant, she pulled me back up and announced "I want your cock in my mouth!" She dropped down, and jerked my pants down to the ground. She quickly dispensed of my boxers, which were at the time caught under my cock and balls. She quickly began to suck on my cock, and looked up deeply in my eyes, as if to wish me a thank you. As she sucked intensely on my shaft, and played with my balls, all I could do was play with her hair, and moan at my pleasures. After several minutes of this, I had to return the favor and taste her sweet pussy lips on my tongue.

I quickly stood her up, while pulling her wet lips off my slippery cock. I turned her around, and bent her over at an angle, onto her desk. With her hands one the desk, this allowed me to drop down to my knees, and present my tongue to her wet dripping pussy. I pull the black thong panties; she was still wearing, to the side around on her ass, thus revealing one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen. As soon, as the panties were pulled to the side, I could see another drip of juice beginning to drop from her lips. I quickly brushed in to suck up the offering onto my lips. I began to suck on her lips, as they gently hung from her crotch. The moment my tongue had hit her clit, her body slightly jetted up, and forward, as if someone had put a sliver of ice on it.

I continued to suck her pussy with all, which my tongue could take in. She moaned almost too loud, so as to make me wonder if anyone was going to walk in through the door. I then stood up, and pulled my cock in tight to her pussy. I ripped off the thin black thong from her waist, and threw it to the side. I didn't want her to forget about it, so I figure her lack of panties later in the day would serve as a pleasurable reminder of the current event. I gently toyed the head of my cock against her pussy to the point of separating the lips with the mushroom shaped head. She moaned, as she wanted it all the way inside of her wet dripping pussy, which had already begun to run down the shaft of my cock.

I slowly force my cock in between her lips, as her pussy began to suck around my shaft. I slowly increased my pace, as the thrusts became harder and faster. Every time her pussy created a sucking feeling around my cock. I reached around, and began to squeeze her nipples from which she was already doing. She whisper in between breaths, "Fuck that pussy!" I continued to do such, for I was commanded to do so. I fucked her so hard, she could hardly keep her breath. After a few moments, she announced loudly, she was going to cum, so I fucked her as hard as I could. My pelvis slammed against her pussy, creating a slapping and sucking noise. 

She screamed, "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" I felt the inside of her pussy begin to swell, and pulsate around my cock. I knew she was cumming, and I quickly pulled out of her pussy, and told her I was going to cum on her face. She obliged, and I shot my creamy load all over her face, as she reached up, and pushed a load from her chin into her mouth, so as not to miss any. She slowly sucked the rest off my cock, and looked up and smiled at me, with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. She laughed and said, "ummm, you have to cum by more often!"



Visiting a Gloryhole



Gloryholes. Are they real? How do I find one? What's it like to visit one? Is there an etiquette to follow? Are they safe?

Are they real? Yes! I've visited several of them. How many? I didn't keep count. Ten? Fifteen? I don't know. I've visited them from Philly to St. Louis to Florida and lots of places in between. Deploy the power of the internet to search around for one near you. There are several sites that will help. Or, look for sex shops that advertise "Video Preview Booths" and check for yourself.

Let's get the controversial part out of the way: Are they safe? Gloryholes are as safe (and unsafe) as any one-night-stand or most other anonymous hook-ups. Look, we all know the safest sex is either abstinence, masturbation or limiting yourself to one, well-tested, completely faithful partner. Setting that aside, oral sex among healthy adults is (relatively) very safe. It's even safer if you don't have any open cuts or sores in your mouth. Even safer if you take a look at the big dick you're about to put into your mouth and inspect it for sores or cuts. Safer still if you consider the typical clientele of most gloryholes: married, middled-aged white guys. Still, sex is never without risk and if you're a hypochondriac, have too much OCD or just a worry wart - then stay the fuck away, okay?

What about the dangers of sticking your dick into a hole in the wall? Dude (and you're definitely mostly a dude if you have a dick), if the other guy didn't want your dick, he wouldn't have ASKED for it, you know? We're not talking about sticking your dick inside a random hole out in the world. We're talking about sticking your dick inside the adjoining walls of two booths showing sex movies. 

Where do you find the booths? The ones I've visited are about the same. Booths are typically found inside sex shops that sell X-rated DVDs and adult toys. Look for sex shops that advertise "Video Preview Booths" or "Peep Shows." Many require a purchase of tokens before you visit the booth area. There will be a sign. A few have an admission fee for heading in the booth area and you're expected to have a pocket of singles for the video machines. The clerk behind the counter ain't gonna judge you. Mumble that you want some tokens, hand them some money and you're on your way! Not all sex shops with preview booths have gloryholes! Some only have a few gloryholes tucked at one end or other of the row of booths. Do your research, it's why Google exists!

What's it like in the booth area? With few exceptions, most of the booth areas I've encountered are dark hallways with very poor lighting. There are usually several guys milling around in the booth area (more about that in a minute). I have visited a few where the booth area is as well lit as the store, but that's definitely the exception. 

What's with the guys hanging out in the hallway? Who knows?! I don't ever get why some places seem to have lots of guys hanging out in the hallway. Some of these same places will have "No loitering" signs posted and STILL have guys hanging out in the hallway. Maybe they're waiting for a chick to visit a booth. Maybe they're hoping Prince Charming will visit. In general, though, most are waiting to see who goes into a booth with a gloryhole. Hey, if you have a chance to check out the person sucking your dick, wouldn't you take it? Maybe they're waiting for a black guy to go into a booth or a white guy or a pirate. 

There's another way to visit the booth area that doesn't involve gloryholes. It's waiting for someone to invite you into their booth. You make a bit of eye contact with one of the guys, enter the booth near them, leave your door ajar and hope they follow you. If they don't, they aren't interested. If they do, well, start sucking!

What are the booths like? Most of them are small, very small. Think about it, it's a retail space and the more booths they can fit into a small space, the better the owner's chances at making some money! So, how small? I've been inside some that were no more than three or four feet wide and nearly as deep. Meaning, you have enough room to step inside the booth, turn around and close the door. Some have a bench built into the wall. Some will include a chair. Sometimes the chair inside looks like something the thrift store would reject. I've seen some with wastebaskets and towels available, too. Depending on the place, the booths might be exceptionally clean or really nasty and dirty. Peek inside a few booths. Take a look! If you don't like what you see, head somewhere else.

Otherwise, the booths will have a TV, typically behind a piece of glass or Plexiglass and a machine for your dollars or tokens. The doors typically have a lock and, unless you want unexpected company, lock your door. Above the door will be a light that signifies if the person inside is spending money or not. Maybe the light changes from green to red or just lights up. Remember, the owner of your local sex shop is there to make money. FEED THE MACHINE! Some places require their help to check for occupied booths where no one is spending money. 

How big are the gloryholes? Usually, there's nothing more between the booths than a piece of plywood. I've seen gloryholes big enough for someone to climb through them (though only once in a real dive of a place). I've seen some that feature a door or panel, where you can decide if you want the gloryhole open or closed. Some holes are crude, as if other people spent hours digging away at the wall with their pen knife. Some have been professionally cut between the booths. I've seen them vary in size from about as big around as a fist to being the size of a dinner plate. A few have been too low for me (I'm rather tall). I've read complaints about some places where guys thought the holes were too tall for short guys.

Okay, inside, the door is locked, a movie is playing, now what? If you're a guy hoping to suck some dick, whip it out! I know, that seems counterintuitive. If you're there to suck dick, why do you need to pull out YOUR dick? Simple answer. The guy getting into the booth next to you will probably take a peek to see what you're doing. If they see you with your dick out, then they know you mean business. 

Mostly, you get inside your booth, pay your money, find a channel you like (most booths have a channel selector) and wait for someone to get into the booth next to you. Remember those guys standing in the hallway? Most of them saw you go into a booth. If they're interested, they'll get into the booth next to you. If they're not interested, then fuck'em. Wait until someone else shows up. Maybe you'll spend twenty minutes sitting in there; ready, willing and able. Maybe you'll do nothing more than close the door and you'll have a buddy next door.

How do I let the other guy know I want to suck his dick? Stick a couple fingers into the hole and wiggling them around. Sometimes, a guy might try shoving his tongue through a hole, but seriously, just a couple fingers will do. If the other guy is interested, he'll get the point. 

What if I want to do more? Dude, that's on you. I go to suck and be sucked. If you want it up the ass, then I hope you brought condoms and lube. 

He wants to suck me, too! Maybe. Some guys do, some guys don't. Up to you, champ. Some guys enjoy getting half a blowjob and leaving. Don't ask me why. I've been told (multiple times) that I'm very accomplished sucking dick, but maybe my style doesn't please everyone, I don't know. 

I'm a chick, can I visit one? Hell yes! Have I seen it? Yes, but not very often. However, it DOES happen. Expect the most of the guys to be shocked seeing a woman in the hallway. They'll be curious and I'm willing to bet, very nice to you, too. 

Who goes to gloryholes? Mostly, middled aged guys and mostly white guys (though that can vary depending on where you are). 

When is the best time to go? I've found that lunch time is a great time to go. Mid-afternoons can be good. Right after work is alright, too. Think about it, most of the guys are married and sneaking away for a bit of a thrill that no one is ever going to know about. Most of the day Saturday can be good, too.

Anything else? Yes, buck up and go! Check one out. See what's happening. Maybe you'll just look around and not do anything and that's okay. Maybe you'll find a new hobby and that's okay, too. Mostly, though, use your common sense and have fun!