2 comments/ 13990 views/ 0 favorites The Email By: Azuldrgon (A big special thanks to the most awesome Victoria for showing me how to make this become an inspiring visual in my head.) She made it home from work and quietly crept into the house so as not to wake up her slumbering roommates.. Placing her things down quietly, she eased out of her shoes, wiggled her tired toes into the hallway carpet, and then headed to the kitchen to warm up some dinner. It had been a long night at work and Gillian had begun to wonder if she were ever going to make it home from the hospital. As she warmed up the plate left for her, she noticed the computer was displaying the revolving "e"... the indicator that she had mail. Gillian already knew what the mail was, and felt a smile lift her lips, and she knew she was going to enjoy reading it after she'd eaten. While waiting for the microwave signal, she walked into her bedroom. Not bothering with the lights, she changed into her long white shirt with nothing underneath, and then walked back into the kitchen just as the microwave gave its signal. Reaching in, she withdrew the plate, put it on a tray and proceeded to the living room where her computer was. Pulling out her comfy chair, she opened the top drawer and set down her tray as she sat down. Gillian clicked the icon and began eating as she waited for the attachment to open and then became text on her screen. She felt the front of her nightshirt begin to stick to her as she read the opening lines. As she read the words on her screen, her fingers began to rub her nipples through the material of the shirt. She could feel her nipples hardening as she read line after line, and she imagined herself in the scene that unfolded inside her head as the two lovers romanced each other. The idea of the man in the story taking his cock and penetrating the young lady's body was almost bringing her over the edge, and she felt her pussy dampen at the thought. As she continued to read about how the lady was taking her man's huge cock from behind, she felt the wetness on her clit as she raised the hem just enough so she could feel the wetness unencumbered by the shirt's material. Gillian's body was filled with an aching need as she let one finger slowly trace the outer edge of her vagina as her eyes devoured the words and she uttered the moans and whimpers, as she felt that hard cock penetrating deep inside her, and filling her completely. The desire to be filled in the manner she was reading, completely consumed her as she inserted two fingers deep inside her warm and wet box. She let one of her fingers trail off and tease her anal opening as she fucked herself with three fingers. He had known his words would do this as she read about the climax. He knew she would be near her own climax by now, as she felt her juices coat her fingers in a slick glaze. Feeling unsatisfied, she then pulled the red vibrator out of her desk drawer and turned it on, hoping that no one would hear her as she started rubbing the plastic toy over her pussy lips as she continued reading. The woman in the story then took her lover's cock deeper inside her pussy, and Gillian's mind filled with the image and she imagined how it would feel to have that huge member inside her own quivering box. She needed more. She had noted that there was an audio version sent also, and she reached inside the drawer. Pulling out her headphones, she plugged them in and put them on. Soon the breathy voice of the sender began to recount the story in a different way. Gillian now could hear how the person behind the voice was stroking his member as he read the words he had written, and she imagined herself sucking his stiff cock as the vibrator entered into her sodden interior and began to buzz inside her. Another few more words and Gillian was in the throes of a second massive climax. This time, she felt the flow of wetness coat the chair she sat in and she released a soft moan as a way to release the tension created by this mysterious author. Slowly she spiraled back down to earth from the dizzying heights, and as her mind cleared of the entwined bodies, she began to save the story and audio to disk so she could share it with her buddies later. She could not suppress the grin that lit her face; for she knew her friends would practically cream their panties if they heard what she had done. This thought filled her mind with more dirty thoughts. Gillian then instant messaged her semi-mysterious author, letting him know he had succeeded yet again. She knew, as she wrote, that this would cause him to write yet another installment to keep her satiated on lonely nights like this and she breathed a quiet thank you as she sent it on its way. She then placed the vibrator into the hidden pocket of her nightshirt, picked up the tray that held her forgotten, and now cold, dinner and took it back into the kitchen. Rinsing off her plate and fork, she stacked them in the sink, and then she quietly headed for the downstairs shower where she could finish herself off properly. Across the Internet, the author smiled, as he read her message. His cock now softened, he was encouraged by the words Gillian had sent him from across the way and he finished the outline of her next story. He thought, and planned, how the day would evolve when he would get the chance to make his fantasy come true for the two of them. The Email It was a Thursday morning. I had just gotten to the office, my cubicle was on the south side of the third floor. I booted up my computer, got some coffee, and sat down to catch up on the daily slew of emails that waited for me when I arrived. I had a busy day of meetings and I had been up late the night before, so I was braced for a long day. After fifteen minutes of reviewing work emails, I jumped over to my personal hotmail account to see if my girlfriend Sandra had written anything, or if my sister had sent me her promised information on our trip we were planning with her family. Nothing from them. But there was another email in my inbox, with a moniker I had never noticed before. Hmmm... I didn't recognize it and it looked like junk mail to me. But I clicked it anyway. "I am one of four women in your life, but I won't tell you which I am. I might be Sandra, your lovely girlfriend of the last three months. Or I might be Kate, the head of the IT department in your company. Or I might be Darleen, the older woman at the end of your row of cubes who has always had a crush on you. Lastly, I could be Joanne, the head of HR. For the next week, you won't know. And for the next week, I own you. You follow my every command. If you accept, just reply 'yes'." My instinct was to look up immediately and see who might be watching me, and I did so. But that was silly, nobody knew what I had just read in my email! Nobody was watching me. In fact, most people hadn't gotten into the office yet. Who had written this to me? Was it some kind of joke, I pondered. What did she mean "follow my every command"? I was completely mystified, and I didn't really have time for this at the moment. I wasn't sure what I felt, but whoever it was knew who I found attractive. If a guy friend had asked me who I was most attracted to presently, these four would have been at the top of the list. Sandra, with her incredible smile and dazzling energy and playfulness. Kate, in that "I am so thin that you just want to reach out and carry me away" kind of way -- and, she exuded a secret sexuality that I just couldn't help but notice. And Darleen, who was older, confident, and had the most amazing rounded hips and neckline of any woman I had ever met. Joanne made dealing with HR issues almost impossible for me because I couldn't get the image of her naked out of my mind when I talked to her: she was taller than the others, with straight black hair that fell to her shoulders, blue eyes, and an intense femininity of the kind I fall for too easily. And I had a casual enough working relationship with each of the women at work that they would know about Sandra, my girlfriend, and I am sure I had mentioned each in some way to Sandra -- besides, she had been at the company summer party and had met each of the other three. So, that didn't give me a clue who might have written the email. Already, I was late to my first meeting, and was distracted by the email. I grabbed my pad, my blackberry, a pen, my coffee, and, after carefully shutting down my personal email, I bolted for the meeting. It seemed to last forever, and my mind shuttled between the conversation and the email nonstop. By the end of the meeting, I had to use the restroom, grab a bagel, and move to my next discussion. On the way, I passed Darleen's desk, and we locked eyes momentarily. I smiled, and got a cute smile back. I felt a vibe, but I couldn't be sure. Was the email from Darleen? Did she know and that is why I got that look, or does she always look at me that way? I entered the conference room and got lost in work details again. My third meeting, before lunch, included Kate. I had forgotten, alas. And my eyes were glued to her. She ran the meeting, and I just watched her lips move, her eyes dart, her arms gesticulating. I saw her breasts through her thin blouse, small but firm, and I think she saw me watching her. As the meeting wound up, she stopped me on the way out by putting her hand on my arm. "You seemed distracted today, everything ok?" she asked, with a noticeable twinkle in her eyes. I blurted out that things were fine, and dodged past her, stopped at the water cooler for something to drink, and rushed back to my desk. I wished I had a private office in a time like this, but I had no such luck. I walked to lunch on my own, and continued to ponder the email. What harm would there be in responding? I could just say "yes" and see where it led. After all, if it wasn't Sandra would that be so bad -- she and I had only been dating recently, and we hadn't slept together yet, and we hadn't set any expectation that we were not seeing other people in the meantime. So, it wasn't being disloyal. Or was it? I shook it off, and finished my soup. The afternoon went by in a blur, partly because I was tired, partly because I was working hard, and partly because I was distracted by the email. I worked out in the gym after work, and made it home to my apartment in the city by about 7 pm. Sandra was out with friends tonight, and so I made some quick food, and sat down to watch TV. But I noticed I wasn't interested in TV that night. My mind came back to the email. "Fuck it," I muttered to myself. I would give this a try. I booted up my PC, logged in, and wrote back, "yes" to the anonymous sender. Silly of me, but I actually waited in front of the PC for a few minutes refreshing my email expecting an instantaneous response. But nothing came. Not after two minutes, not after ten more. I gave up, and woke up several hours later. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I looked up at the clock and it was almost 1 a.m. I stood up to go to bed and glanced at my PC. There was an email in the inbox: "Congratulations. Welcome to your adventure. I look forward to torturing you! Here are the ground rules. 1) No orgasms without my explicit permission. 2) Wear no underwear until you are told otherwise. 3) Follow all other instructions you receive, no matter when or where. Enjoy!" This was too much! No orgasms, no underwear, follow all instructions! I loved it. I had never heard such a thing before. In the morning, after showering and dressing, I remembered the no underwear rule. I took my pants off, removed my boxers, and put my pants back on. Things swung a lot more losely, I immediately noticed, and only partway to the office I could feel an erection growing because of my penis rubbing on the inside of my wool trousers. I quickly ran my hand into my pocket and adjusted things so as not to look absurd. I tried to take my mind off the erection by focusing on work, and dove into my work routine the moment I got into the office. Joanne surprised me when she put her hand on my shoulder. "Can we talk?" she asked. I jumped out of my seat, and followed her back to her private office. She walked ahead of me and I watched her blouse breezing around her back and focused on her strong calves (she had joined a rowing club early in the summer and was in excellent shape) and her tight skirt on her hips. I almost bumped into her as she stopped and turned into her office. She was worried about my coworker, and asked me if I knew what was going on. I told her that I really didn't realize that there was anything to be concerned about, and couldn't help but let my eyes dart from her blue-eyed gaze down to her breasts and back to her lips, trying not to get caught in that way that I (and probably every other man on the face of the earth) had perfected -- timing every glance to when the woman turned away or shifted her eyes from mine or glanced down at her paperwork or computer. Her breasts were heavy, and high, and I could almost imagine running my tongue down the crest to each nipple. I shook myself out of my reverie to discover the erection had formed again, and the tent was somewhat obvious. I raised my voice to distract her and tried to subtly shift my penis with my hand in my pocket, while moving my other hand in a gesture to distract her. She said that I had been helpful, and to tell me if I learned anything else about my co-worker. I stood up and she reached her hand out and touched mine. "Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?" she asked, blushing. I knew she was married, she wore a huge diamond, and I was flabbergasted by her request. "You can't take your eyes off me, and I have a crush on you as well, so I thought we should at least discuss the situation," she smiled, both bold and embarrassed at the same time. I coughed, shrugged, and sputtered something about how I was really busy, turned and walked out. Maybe it was Joanne after all. She was obviously interested in me, and she seemed to have the trait of someone that would write such an email to me -- being so direct and aggressive. I couldn't get over the fact that she was married and asking me to dinner! I just put it behind me and focused on the rest of my day. After an hour at my desk, and two more rounds of fighting back my erection because of my mind wandering to Joanne, I got a new email. "Go to the bathroom as soon as you get this email, go into a stall, stroke yourself hard ten times. No orgasm. Return to your desk." Oh my god I told myself. Is this for real? She is going to tease me? But I was committed. I was hard before I even got to the bathroom, and I entered the stall. I had masturbated in the bathroom once in high school, but this was a strange feeling nonetheless. I unzipped, and my heavy cock fell forward, then bounced upward. I reached out, trying to imagine Joanne. But the other three women swirled in my mind, and I started stroking, slowly and tightly. I got to ten and felt like I would die if I didn't continue. I had once counted how many strokes it took to get to an orgasm, and at least the time I tried it was six hundred give or take a few. So ten wasn't going to do it, but I sure wish it had! I zipped back up, and left. The rest of my afternoon was hell. I couldn't focus, and kept fighting back my erection. Kate was in my mind now, and I wanted to lift her up and hold her in my arms while my cock grazed along her back, wet at the tip, and seeking her tightness. I bit down hard on my pen to focus myself, and went back to work. By the time I got home I had to quickly change to go to dinner with Sandra. I was hard again, and I reached out to stroke, but ignored my cock and put on jeans and a t-shirt to rush to a local diner for dinner. I stopped briefly at the computer and there was a new email: "No orgasm with Sandra -- no matter what. None allowed." Given that we hadn't even been sexual yet, I figured that wasn't a problem and smiled. I walked quickly up to the restaurant, running a few minutes late. Sandra looked great, and was smiling waiting for me. She wore a green sweater and her work slacks, and she had on a pair of earnings I had gotten her as a gift the week before. We ordered pancakes for dinner, a favorite of ours, and shared a stack of four. We chatted about our days. She asked how I was doing, her hand on mine, flirting. The pancakes were great, and we left for a bar where we each ordered a glass of wine. We talked about her job as a copy editor at a non-profit, about her colleagues, and about my two major projects that were behind schedule. As the wine ran low, she asked if she could come over to watch some TV. I liked the idea, and we walked to my condo together. After getting in, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. We had kissed before, but this felt more urgent. It was wonderful, and she pulled my hand up to her breast. She was being aggressive and I could tell that I was responding powerfully to her advance. She held my hand over her breast, then lifted her heavy sweater and placed my hand directly on her skin -- she had no bra and her nipple was hard under my palm. I redirected my hand and had her nipple between my fingers in a flash and she moaned into my mouth as her body pressed up towards mine. Her hand was on my belly and before I knew it she was rubbing my hardness through my jeans. Suddenly I remembered the email and I pulled back just enough to say, "Sandra, this is wonderful, but can we wait a little before things get completely sexual? I am totally attracted to you, I want you, but I also want to take this a little more slowly if that is OK with you?" She smiled, then pouted, then laughed. "I thought you might say that", she replied, "I had a feeling you were a take-it-slow kind of guy. You shy? Everything ok? I love feeling your body, and I want more of it not less". I couldn't tell if she said it from the perspective of the author of the emails, knowing I was on hold, or not. I explained that I was feeling fine, that it had nothing to do with not wanting her, but that I just wanted to take it slowly. She nodded, and put her lips back on mine, and we kissed for a long time, and chatted, and purred into each others' ears. She eventually left after a TV show, and I was left to a cold shower and a bed alone, with images of her amazing breast in my mind all night long. Work was hard the next day. I had an early flight to Newark, a long cab ride to our client's office, a boring meeting, and then I had to do it all in reverse to get home. I made it back to the office just before 5 pm, and was getting ready to head home when I decided to check my email. A new message was waiting for me: "I hope things with Sandra remained under control. Have you been a bad boy and had an orgasm? You better hope not. New instructions. 1) At home tonight, stroke 1,000 times, but in such a way that you don't have an orgasm. 2) When you get the package in the mail, open it and follow instructions exactly." At that exact moment, with the email open on my screen, I heard a voice from behind me. "How was Newark handsome?". It was Darleen, and I swirled around, blocking her view of my screen, slightly red in the cheeks, and trying to digest the email at the same moment that I entered into the conversation with Darleen. "Newark is Newark," I said lamely, trying to smile. "Glad to be back." Her "handsome" statement had further thrown me off -- she and I flirted sometimes, but this was new, and more forthright. She smiled, and asked if I would like to walk to the subway with her. I knew she took the same subway, but in the opposite direction, because I had met her several mornings arriving at the station. "Sure, let me just shut things down", I replied. I quickly turned, killed the power on my monitor, grabbed my bag, and we walked out together. The walk was four blocks, but in that time we chatted about the weather, work, her 8 year old son who was misbehaving recently. As we got to the station, she turned to me, and I stopped to talk, awkwardly. "I have been meaning to tell you... I know you are going out with Sandra... And she seems really nice... I um. I hope you two are getting on well. And, I, um," she stuttered. She seemed a little nervous, which was new for her. My eyes were taking in her neckline, her amazing neck itself -- somehow so attractive to me, its curve, thinness, her hair coming down to meet her neck. "Yes?" I inquired. "Well, here's the deal. I um, um, I find you very attractive, and, this is hard for me to say given how different we are in age and, um, but, if you wanted to go on a date sometime, just to try, I ah would be open to that, you know?", she stammered. She was normally so confident, and secure with herself. I had never seen this side of her. She was either putting on a show, or she was genuinely anxious about her display of interest. Red again, and feeling my erection once more entering into the picture, I swung my overcoat over my crotch, and said, "Darleen, I don't know what to say. I love the idea really. I am seeing Sandra, but that is casual. I love the idea of going out, like on a, um, date. Why don't we do that? You pick a place and time?" Now I was stuttering! It must be contagious, or maybe we were both just nervous. "I look forward to it, I will send you an email", she said, suddenly much more confident. And she gave me the wink as she twisted on her heels and entered the subway. She was gone before I could really say anything more. This was getting to be too much, I thought to myself. Darleen wants to go on a date! And I have to go home and masturbate 1,000 times? I was starting to feel tortured. Maybe that was the point, I asked myself. I looked down and noticed my erection forming again. After several days of this, I was finding erections beginning at awkward times, in meetings, in the bathroom, after working out, in the morning in bed, in front of Darleen. But I was willing to go with it some more. I could always bail out if I wanted to, after all I was my own man and no law was written that I had to follow all email instructions I got! I got home, showered, left my suit and tie strewn across the sofa, and called Sandra. She was in a bad mood about work, and we talked for awhile. She brought up the previous evening. "At least you got to work out yours sexual energies after I left, right?" she said. I replied, "Yah, right, sure..." and quickly changed the subject. We agreed to meet for a bike ride on Saturday, and I hung up. Now for the real challenge I told myself. 1,000 times. I got in bed, turned out the lights. It was too dark, I thought, so I opened the window blinds. The erection was fucking waiting for me, down there! I didn't even have to fantasize -- it was just standing at attention. Alas. 1,000 eh? I guess the counting will distract me I thought. So, I started. Slowly, I got to 47 and suddenly felt my balls tighten up against me, a sure sign of my orgasm starting to construct itself. Damn it! I stopped, and sat up in bed. How is this going to work? If after only 47 I am in this state, what is it going to take to get to 1,000? Well, it took over two agonizing hours. I would stroke, get close, and wait, stop, change positions, let my erection subside a little, and start again. After 20 cycles of almost cumming, I reached 1,000. At this point, my cum had dripped from the tip, my hand was a little stiff, and my cock was aching for release. Just aching, dying, desperate, needy. It literally needed release and quickly. But I couldn't go there. I decided to "stay with the program". Like a diet, I told myself. I finally rolled over to go to bed. Just as I was fading to sleep, I remembered the package. I hadn't looked in my mailbox when I got home. And here I was naked in bed, but I couldn't sleep without checking. It would distract me. So I got up, put on my jeans and a tshirt, and went out to check the mail. It was a warm evening, and the stars were out, which calmed me. I was still shaking from the torture session. Sure enough, in the mailbox was a package, about the side of a book, in cardboard, no return address. I took it into the kitchen and cut it open carefully. Inside was a note, type written, and a small plastic ziplock bag. I folded open the note: "Wear this at least 30 minutes each day." I glanced at the bag. Inside was a black rubber-looking ring, about the size of a giant plumbing gasket. Oh boy, I told myself. I had never tried something like this, but I immediately knew what it was: a cock ring. She wanted me to put this on for 30 minutes a day? That sounded easy enough, in reality, given how large the ring was. The trouble would be keeping it on! I laughed. I thought things were going to get harder, not easier! And that realization made me sleep like a baby, for the first time in over a week. Friday went easily. No travel, no trouble from my boss. I had lunch with some workmates, and was diving back into work when I happened to check email. "I assume the package has arrived. I hope you enjoy that! Starting today, no touching yourself. None at all." The Email That was impossible I told myself. That was over the top, especially under the circumstances. But I was determined to follow the instructions if possible. I can do this I told myself, over and over. I went back to work, keeping my mind away from the new directions. When I got home from work, I realized I had to go for 30 minutes with the ring. "No problem," I said outloud to myself. I washed the ring carefully, and went to put it on. I was erect, of course, as I seemed to be so often intermittently now. I put the ring on the tip and realized it wasn't as big as I thought. It was actually hard to get over the head, and roll down to the base of my cock. And when I settled it there, my erection pulsed even harder. Incredibly hard actually. And the urge was far stronger than it was before I put the ring on. "Fuck," I said, out loud, to myself. This is really not good. I showered, erect. I put on clothes, erect. I watched TV, erect. After about 20 minutes, I could feel my cock wanting to have an orgasm in a whole new way. It felt like the ring itself was going to make my orgasm happen. I watched the cock pulsing, the ring tight on the base. I focused on relaxing, and with intense effort I was able to pull back away from the orgasm that I could feel building. At the 30 minute mark, I whipped off the ring immediately -- it was painful at that point from the pressure, and my penis quickly faded. What a relief. But I realized that tomorrow was another round of this. What was supposed to be easy turned out to be almost impossibly hard. And being forced not to touch myself made it all the worse. Biking with Sandra was fun. We spent a long day on the bike trails that departed near my condo, had lunch together picnic-style, kissing and flirting along the way. We were parting ways, in her basement where I had helped her hang her bike back up, when she kissed me again, moving her hand down to my penis. Through my biking shorts, she rolled her fingers on my balls, and her tongue suddenly darted to my lips. This wasn't working for me, given my situation, and I had to pull back. "If you don't feel like I can hold you and please you like this, can you please please me?", she asked, in a breathy powerful feminine way. I hadn't thought of that, I realized. I just hadn't really considered that possibility. And before I knew it my teeth were on her nipple through her slinky biking shirt. She moaned and let me push her back against her washing machine. Her hips automatically pressed upward and her hand guided me down to her thighs. I flipped her shirt and jog bra out of the way, and teased each nipple harder. She held my hair, and pushed my head to her belly. She had an amazing body, and I had never experienced it before. I was really enjoying myself as she peeled her biking shorts down, and pushed my mouth onto her clit. It was hard already, and she rocked against the washer, pushing her hips to my mouth. I felt smothered, but I continued, taking in her clean but very salty workout taste, and holding my hands around her hips. Her orgasm shuttered through her body, starting at her clit, and vibrating upwards through her belly, chest, and finally her lips, which uttered repeated little whimpers with each wave. "Ok, go home now, before I force you to change your mind about your abstinence! But if I don't get access to your cock soon, this relationship isn't going to work, you know that right?", she said. I nodded, smirking in response to her smirk. And I packed it up and biked the short distance back to my house. I couldn't get the image of her breasts out of my mind, and her incredible scent and taste stayed with me for hours as well. At home, I went through my 30 minute cock ring exercise. This time I knew at least what to expect. I put it on, and decided that time might pass better if I distracted myself. I called my sister, and managed 10 minutes of chatting with her while my erection raged in my pants. Then I cooked an omellete and some fried potatoes, took a shower, and just as I sat down to eat, my 30 minute timer went off. It was agony, but I had survived. I ripped the ring off, thankful to be free of the close-to-orgasm agony it perpetrated. Dinner was great, but my night was hell. I had to release my sexual energy and soon, or I would die. It felt like agony. Every time I woke up I would be hard, with a sexual dream or image in my mind, and this went on for hours until I finally got up on Sunday morning. I made coffee, and checked email: "I don't think you can take it any more. I need to see what your manhood looks like. I have been imagining you since the day I met you. Take three images of your cock for me: one flaccid, one hard, one with the ring on. Send them to this account. Pronto." My breath was sucked out of me. Take pictures and mail them to her? Never. I dismissed it out of hand. No way. I started my breakfast, and left to do some errands. I was not doing that for her. I didn't even know who she was from among the four women! But by the time I was back from returning some movies and buying food, I had changed my mind. It was kinky, and I wanted to try it. I got my old digital camera out and snapped a few pictures quickly while I was still flaccid. Then one as soon as I got hard, and finally I added the ring and snapped a couple more. The lighting was poor, but they were good enough. I chose three, and sent off the email. Then I did 30 minutes "in the ring" as I was beginning to call it, finishing dripping in cum, and trying to distract myself by cleaning the house, and shaving. It didn't work very well. I couldn't get Kate's eyes out of my mind, and Sandra's breasts. I couldn't take this much longer and I knew it. Later in the afternoon, I got another email: "I am blown away by that cock of yours. This can't go on any longer. Meet me at room 215 of the Lux Hotel downtown at 6:15 -- they will give you a key no questions asked. Let's settle this once and for all. Wear the cock ring, and follow my every command." I hadn't realized that this might end in actually meeting the woman. I thought somehow, naively, that this was just fantasy for her, and for me. But I hadn't planned on meeting Kate, or Sandra, or Joanne, or Darleen. But apparently it was very real. I decided it must be Sandra, who wanted me so badly from the day before, who was dating me. It must be I told myself, and I wanted to enjoy this like never before. I packed my shoulder bag, the cock ring, and caught a cab to the hotel at 6 pm. I checked into the room at the front desk, stopped by the restroom to put on the ring, and took the stairs up the second floor. At 6:15 exactly, I knocked on the door to room 215. Nothing. I knocked again. Nothing still. I took out the digital key, slid it through the keypad, and watched the red light blink to green, letting me in. Hesitantly, I pushed the door open, entered a dark hall space, and let it close behind me. The lights in the main room were on dimly, and some sunlight was still making it in the windows. I set the bag down, my cock hard now with the ring squeezing it. There was a note on the floor of the hall, folded up. I picked it up, unfolded, and read it. "You made it. I thought you would never come. I asked housekeeping with an unusual request. They helped me bring a large sheet of plywood into the room. I told them I needed it for a desk space. In reality, it is for you. When you enter the room, you will see it between the beds, facing you, propped up with braces. It is well-braced -- don't worry, you cannot hurt it. At hip height is a three inch diameter hole, smoothed over, and painted. Take your clothes off, put your cock through the hole. I am on the other side. Let me take care of things from that point onward." Still no news on who she was. I could see this game was getting even more interesting. Put my cock through the hole for her, and not know who she is! That was frightening. I was in over my head at this point, but I couldn't back out. I stripped naked, the room was warm. The light was fading a little from the windows, but a table lamp was on I could see well still. At full attention, my cock wanted the hole. It really wanted this. I walked forward, and there was the huge sheet of white-painted plywood, with rigid wood braces running down to the floor in each direction. Quite a project I surmised. But my attention was on the hole. I had never wanted something so badly before. I couldn't see around the other side, and couldn't see who was there. I walked up to the hole, and it was perfect height for me. My nipples hardened instinctively. I shuttered briefly. I walked closer, trying to look into the hole a little, but I could see nothing distinct. I stood tall, and took a deep breath. Here goes I told myself. And I put the head of my cock through the hole, just an inch or two. I waited. Nothing. Then a cold drop of something liquid fell on the head. I pushed forward another couple inches, into air. I heard her moan airily -- but I couldn't distinguish whose voice it was. Then her mouth wrapped around the head and she sucked once, hard, wetting the entire head. Unbelievable pleasure ran up my thighs into my back and my balls. I pressed forward until my balls rested hard on the cold wood. My cock bobbed, and her mouth closed around me again. A hand stroked the shaft several times, hard, and I started to build up my orgasm. It had been so long, and I was so fired up, I just had to cum. But at that moment, she stopped. And it was air again. I felt the tip against warmth next. And the warmth enveloped me. I could tell she was mating with me now. She pushed back in one long, slow stroke hard, and I heard the moan again, deeper this time. Another moan, and I was fully mounted inside her. No movement, just blissful tension and pressure. "Go!" she said, urgently. I still couldn't make out who it was. Kate? Darleen maybe? But my brain wasn't functioning very well at this point. I started moving my hips. As I pulled outwards, I could see her lips through the hole briefly. Then I pushed forward. Within several seconds I was pumping hard, with yelps coming on the other side at each penetration. My balls slapping the wood added to my excitement. Within ten strokes I was building to my orgasm. I pushed as hard and fast as I could, and was suddenly pulsing my semen into her pussy. Filling her hard, I pumped and fucked as hard as I could. "I fucking want that pussy," I screamed out, unconsciously. "I want to fucking let my cock go, after all your rules and restrictions," I blurted, as I continued to let her tightness milk me fully. Her moans let go with each pulse of my cum into her. My muscles tightened and relaxed with each release of semen, each pulse wracking my body. I finally finished, and stood panting, my cock slowly shrinking. She pulled forward, and I pulled back. Heavy but softer, my cock dripped semen still. And I shook in afterglow. I had to know who I had just fucked so hard. I walked around the plywood stand. Spread eagle on the bed was Kate, her tight breasts and hard nipples showing, her fingers flying over her clit, her head pushed backward over a pillow, her lips open, fast breathing into and out of her lungs. So it was Kate, after all that. But the real shock came when I saw Sandra standing next to the hole. She smiled. "That was amazing," she said "but I am not the only one that wants what you have. I trust you. Help Kate -- we have been friends for a year now, before you and I met, and we hatched this plan together." My eyes bulged out. Semen was draining down her leg, her breasts still heaving. My eyes darted back to Kate, her fingers pressing her clit hard, and her little opening was exposed to me. I shook my head. But Sandra nodded, and put my hand on Kate's belly. Kate squinted at me through mostly closed eyes. "Yessss," she said, seductively, and continued with her masturbating. Faster now. Sandra pushed me down on the bed, and Kate jumped up, rolled over me, and started rubbing herself on my slowly hardening penis. She was out of control. The moment I was hard again, she mounted me and was rocking in her own little bliss within seconds of mounting me. She was thin, and strong, her tiny breasts rocking slightly with each motion. She came hard on my cock, but continued immediately. I held her hips to help her move, and watched Sandra out of the corner of my eye. She had put my hand on her clit and was rocking her clit against my palm while Kate started to build up again, shaking her head from side to side. Sandra hopped onto the bed, and straddled my face, and started moving her clit on my tongue. And Kate and Sandra held hands in a bracing way, pushing off of each other, as they each fucked me. They weren't being sexual with each other, but they were working together to take full advantage of me. Kate was cumming again, clenching me, yelling loudly, "That is a fucking awesome cock... I need every inch of it... Fuck that feels good." And suddenly Sandra's clit was fully hard and she moaned and started cumming as well, grinding harder onto my tongue and teeth, both screaming together. The sound of the two screams, and the pressure on my body put me over the edge, and I let go inside Kate, pulsing over and over and over until I was completely exhausted, laying on the bed, almost asleep. Sandra rolled over onto her side, curling my head into her grasp. Kate pulled forward, let my cock flop out, and kissed my neck and ears. Nibbling, and rubbing, teasing and giggling. "Thank you for playing along. You were a real sport, and my god I love your body," she whispered into my ear, as she teased me. Both of them purred as they held me, and I drifted into and out of sleep. We stayed up late, after ordering room service. It wasn't sexual after our release -- it was warm, and playful. We talked about the emails, whose idea it was, how they had met before I had known Sandra. We left it open as to whether it might happen again, but Sandra and I knew our relationship was off to a trusting and exciting start indeed! The Email Amy received the strange email from an address she didn't recognize. The name of the sender was Ms. Frazier and the subject line simply said "Open me, Amy". She wasn't going to open it, just send it to the Junk folder...but something told her to go ahead and read what it had to say. Dear Amy: You don't know me...but I know you. I've been watching you for a while now. I know your schedule and I know where to find you at all times during your school day. I don't mean to scare you. I just want to play a little game with you. You interest me. At this point, Amy felt a shiver of fear and excitement run down her spine. Someone was watching her every move at school?! Who could it possibly be and how did they find her? She read on. Tomorrow, I'd like you to follow a set of directions for me. The first instruction will be in this email and from then on it will be just like a little scavenger hunt. I will give you instructions as to where to go and what to do at each point. I have no doubt in my mind that you are curious enough to follow these instructions because at the end, you will meet me in the Student Union for coffee. Do you want to meet me, Amy? Are you a curious little pet who will follow my instructions explicitly? Meeting me will be your reward as long as you do as I say at each point in our little game. I'll be watching you. Does that thought make you wet? The thought did make Amy wet. Amy pondered the dangers of doing this. How bad could it be? Besides, if something felt uncomfortable, she could just stop and leave, right? Meeting for coffee in the Student Union was safe enough. Amy was too curious to just delete the email. She made up her mind to keep reading and play the game set before her. What was the worst that could come of it? You will begin in the campus library at 10:00 am. On the second floor, there are a set of computers at the far west end of the building. You are to go there and sit at computer number 3. Underneath the keyboard, there will be a handwritten note giving you instructions on what it is I expect to see you do. It is a fairly secluded area and I promise you will be safe from too many prying eyes. In fact, every single place that I send you will be safe and somewhat secluded. I have no desire to get you in trouble...I only want to toy with you for a bit before we meet. Or, shall I say, I want you to toy with yourself for a bit before we meet. By the time the game is over, you will be begging me to take you somewhere secluded... The last sentence resonated through Amy. Ms. Frazier made the game sound very intriguing. The very thought of a strange woman watching her perform tasks that she assumed were of a sexual nature exhilarated her. Amy was a natural submissive and she loved being instructed on what to do. It gave her pleasure to know someone else was gaining enjoyment from her actions. Amy re-read the email and then ran to her closet to decide on what to wear the next day. She decided to opt for a low-cut, flowing blouse and a pair of jeans that were fitted nicely to show off her behind. While choosing her outfit carefully, Amy pondered the email's sender-Ms. Frazier. "I wonder if she's a professor..." Amy mused aloud. She decided it didn't matter who she was or how she'd found her, Ms. Frazier was already under her skin. The next morning, Amy dressed carefully. She kept checking the time to ensure she was on campus and at the computer she had been instructed to be at on time. She finished dressing and checked her reflection in the mirror. Amy smiled at herself. She definitely looked good. She hurried to grab her things and head for her car. The short drive to campus went quicker than normal and she seemed to find a parking spot with more ease than usual. So far, things were going her way this morning. Amy found herself looking around as she walked slowly from her car to the University Library. She didn't notice anyone watching her, but she felt like there were eyes on her. The hair on her arms stood up and she had goose bumps as she approached the doors of the library. She smiled at the librarian at the Information Desk as she made her way to the elevator. She stepped in and pressed the button for the second floor. The elevator rose up a flight and the doors pinged open. Amy stepped out and her eyes swept over the area. She didn't notice anyone that stood out. But, then again, she didn't know what she was looking for, either. She made her way slowly to the indicated computer and sat her things down. She looked around self-consciously and gingerly lifted the keyboard to find the piece of paper hidden beneath it. The game had begun. I see that you have chosen to play my game. That is a wise choice, pet. You won't regret this, I promise. Amy took note of the beautifully scripted handwriting and the quality of paper it was written on. Her body reacted with a chill at being called "pet". That stirred something in her. It made her want to please this woman more than anything. She read on... At exactly 10:10 (use the computer clock to time it correctly) I want you to rub your nipples through your shirt for a full 2 minutes. They should harden up nicely and you should begin to get wet...unless you already arrived in that state. At 10:15, rise and gather your things. Be certain to bend at the waist so I can see that full, round backside of yours. I like my girls to be thick and Rubenesque, like you. I want you to take your time gathering your things so I can take my time watching you. Once you are finished, you will move to the next location: your 11:00 class in the lecture hall. You will sit in the very back row and ensure that you are alone. During the course of the class, you will rub your mound through your jeans periodically. I want you to be wet and at your breaking point by the end of the class. Once your class is finished, you will go to the bookstore and find a copy of the MLA Handbook on one of the tables in the small reading nook at the back of the store. Flip through the book until you find the next note. Ms. Frazier By the time Amy had read the note carefully, it was 10:06. She glanced quickly around the secluded area of the library and saw no one. She folded the note and slipped it into her purse and then turned to the computer to watch the time. As the minutes ticked by slowly, she pondered why she was so eager to play this game. The idea that someone had been watching her and knew her schedule as well as she did should have creeped her out...not turned her on! Yet, there was something about it that she could not deny enjoying. Finally, the clock turned to 10:10 and Amy took a deep breath before beginning to lightly tease her nipples through her thin blouse. She glanced around guiltily for a moment but she was enjoying it so much she doubted she would stop even if someone walked by. She tried to keep her eye on the clock but she kept closing her lids in ecstasy. By the time she realized it, the clock already said 10:03. Amy stopped teasing her nipples abruptly and sat very still until 10:15. As far as she could tell, no one was around nor had anyone been around the entire time she had been teasing herself. At exactly 10:15, Amy stood and bent over to gather her things up slowly. She unzipped her bag and then re-zipped it slowly to waste a bit of time. She even wagged her bottom in the air a bit to tease Ms. Frazier. Finally, she stood up and headed to her Biology class in the lecture hall. Sticking exactly to the note, Amy sat in the very back row in the corner of the lecture hall. No one was around her, thankfully. Although, she was so turned on that she was not sure she wouldn't perform her task even if someone else were nearby! She could hardly concentrate on the lecture and she was glad her professor recorded them so she could take notes later. Amy spent the entire class period with a glazed look in her eye and her hand between her thighs. Her mound was hot and wet. She was almost certain there was a wet spot on her jeans. Amy didn't care, though. She just kept rubbing until she was close to orgasm. She would stop for a few moments and then resume the rubbing. Once the class was over, she nearly jogged to the Student Union bookstore to find the copy of the discreet MLA Handbook on the table. Who would think to open this book up and find a note describing Amy's next tasks? She sank down into one of the comfy chairs and grabbed the book from the small, round table. Her breath was coming in sharp, ragged pants. With shaky fingers, she flipped through the book until she found the same high quality paper folded neatly and tucked into the center of the book. She pulled it out and opened it to see what Ms. Frazier had in mind for her next. You have done a wonderful job so far, pet. Amy's body thrilled once again at the word and she kept reading. Watching you in the lecture hall was a joy. The expression on your face was priceless. I could tell how much you enjoyed teasing yourself while you should have been taking notes, you naughty girl! You have one final task and then you will meet me for coffee. Once you have finished reading this note, you are to go to the restroom and make yourself come. When you finish, do NOT wash your hands. I want you to smell of sex for me. You may clean yourself up with toilet paper, but be certain to leave enough on your fingers for me to enjoy your "perfume". Once you have finished in the restroom, you will come to the coffee shop on the second floor of the Student Union. You will know who I am because I will have a cup for myself and a cup across from me, for you. Non-fat, chai tea latte, right? Now, go do as you have been told. Ms. Frazier Amy's mouth dropped open. How did Ms. Frazier know what she drank and which coffee shop she frequented in the Student Union? Amy stared at the note for a moment. The moment of truth was upon her. Ms. Frazier was finally allowing her to come and then she would get to meet the mysterious woman. Amy hopped up quickly. Folding the note and tucking it into her purse with the other one before hurrying out of the bookstore. She decided to visit the restroom on the fourth floor of the Student Union because she knew it would be the least busy. She didn't want to be embarrassed by not washing her hands and leaving the restroom in front of anyone else...and, she was a little afraid of making noise while she came. She knew the fourth floor restroom was the safest one to go to. Amy headed towards the elevator and rode up to the fourth floor in silence. She didn't realize until the doors opened that she had been holding her breath. She stepped out and went straight to the restroom. Choosing the stall against the furthest wall, Amy closed the door behind her and dropped her bags quickly. She was panting again and couldn't seem to undo her jeans fast enough. She sat down on the toilet, spread her legs wide, and immediately dove 2 fingers inside of her. She gasped and bit her lip to keep quiet as she plunged her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She couldn't help the wet, sucking noises and hoped no one was in a nearby stall. Amy pulled her fingers out and let them tease her clit. Her fingertips flew over her clit, rubbing it into a frenzy. Finally, she came. She was a "squirter" and she could hear the gush of come as it hit the water in the toilet. Amy bit her lip harder to keep from moaning out loud. The pent-up sexual frustration of the day finally released and Amy could think clearly once again. She listened to be certain she was alone in the restroom and then cleaned herself up with the tissue as she had been instructed. She lifted her fingers to her nose and smiled. Ms. Frazier would be happy. Amy pulled her jeans back up and fastened them quickly. She took a shaky breath and stepped out of the stall. She looked around and realized she was alone in the restroom. She checked her hair and makeup, tugged on her blouse a bit, and grabbed her things. It was time to go meet her...what? Her stalker? No, that had too many negative connotations. She could feel that Ms. Frazier was different. She was no stalker. She had just taken an interest in Amy and wanted to play a game with her...and Amy had been happy to oblige. As Amy got on the elevator and headed down to the second floor, she was shaking a bit with anticipation. It had been an exciting and stimulating day, to say the least! The elevator pinged and she stepped out onto the second floor. Amy took a deep breath and headed for the coffee shop. She looked around and saw one woman with her back to the entrance. Amy immediately peered around her and noticed a cup in front of the empty chair. Her legs were shaky as she approached. Ms. Frazier took a sip of her coffee and looked up into Amy's eyes. She smiled warmly and said in a velvety voice, "take a seat, Amy, dear. I've been waiting for you." Amy nodded and sat down. "I can see you are a bit speechless, so I'll go first. As you already know, I am Ms. Frazier. I took an interest in you last semester and have kept my eye on you since then. I toyed with different ways to introduce myself to you, but this one seemed to be the most fun. Don't you think?" Amy nodded mutely and Ms. Frazier continued on. "Since I know all about you, let me tell you a little about me. I am the Vice Chancellor for Finance and Administration. I first noticed you here in this coffee shop. Last semester, you got a non-fat, chai tea latte every Monday and Wednesday morning at 8:15 am. I liked your sense of style, your promptness, your regularity. I began checking up on you. I monitored your grades...you are an excellent student. I took note of the classes you are taking and have taken in the past and I'm impressed. Drink up, dear, it's getting cold." Amy followed her order and took a sip of her cooling latte. Ms. Frazier was professionally dressed. She was striking, probably in her mid 40's, and had an air of dominance and power about her. She was obviously a stern, but caring woman. Amy was immediately attracted to her. Ms. Frazier was exactly the sort of woman Amy liked. Older, dominant, and professional. As Amy was sizing her up, Ms. Frazier reached for Amy's hand and pulled it to her nose, inhaling and smiling. "What a good pet. You followed all my directions exactly. You'll be rewarded for that," said Ms. Frazier. Amy whispered back, "thank you...Ma'am." Ms. Frazier smiled broadly. "We have dinner reservations at 6:00. Dress accordingly, dear, I'm taking you somewhere nice." She looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled like a Cheshire cat. "No panties," she said in that velvety voice. Amy nodded. Ms. Frazier kissed Amy's fingers and then dropped her hand. "I will pick you up at 5:15. Please be on time. I don't like to be kept waiting." With that, Ms. Frazier stood and walked away. The Email... Damn it. Very unhappy I missed that. Were there any pictures? How many guys ended up showing up? (sidenote: sometime after I've done alot of Ri#al^n, I'd come over and have you tie me up and let other men use me,yes #1D, no #2D,,,,, #1Drugs, #2Diseases. What all did the other guys and you get to do to him, and is he really just 18? I'd love to hear/read (or see pics) about that. What kind of things is this boy into (or what could we do to him)? Was he there specifically to be used by the other men or was he just participating in the fun(I hope he likes being used?) Does he live near here and do you have frequent contact with him, would you be able to see him again soon? Would he be interested in another meeting with maybe just you and I? Depending on his level of adventure, maybe you wouldn't even tell him I'm coming. Just find out if he'd do a threesome when you talk to him and when the night happens I just show up a little later. You could plan to have him naked, blindfolded, ready, and hungry for cock in your bedroom at a specific time"7:30", "9:00", or "whenever works best", and I would know in advance to show up at that specific time) You could tell him not to move and that you'd "be right back", only when you come back, you are holding my naked body and the real fun could begin. I would be very interested in coming over sometime when he is there. Would he let you tie him up bent over a chair or on his back on your bed with his arms to the bedposts and his legs to the bottom of the bed (make sure it's easy to untie his legs, so we can put them on his shoulders while I facefuck him while you pound his ass..) Mmm, thinking about him gagging on my cock while he has a cock buried deep inside of him feels so good, or at least blindfold him and tie his hands behind his back and put him in your bathroom with the lights off to wait to be used by us? Then I could show up right after and first you could get me naked, then lead me to the boy and have me do all sorts of dirty things to him. Do you still have that big dildo? Also, would he shave his pubes and cock? Or maybe you could do it for him, and shave his asshole too? I can't even believe how hot it would be to come into your place and have you strip me at your front door, put the collar on me and lead me to your bedroom where this boy is tied and blindfolded. You could put him on his knees and have him suck me, have me suck him. Have me on my knees sucking you both. I'd love to press my throat so deep on his cock that my face hits his stomach. I've never fucked someone with a dildo before, Id really love to do that to this boy with everything shaved and his hands tied behind his back. I'm getting such a hardon thinking about face fucking this slender, shaved 18 year old on his knees with his hands tied behind his back while reaching over him and fucking his ass with your big dildo. While I'm doing all this you can watch, or fuck my mouth so I drool all over this boy we both get to use. I've also really wanted to be fucked while sucking on another cock, you could have him lie on his back on your bed, and place me in between his legs and have me start sucking him while you loosen my ass with lube and your fingers, then slowly pushing all the way into me. It would have to start off slow so I could become used to the feeling of you filling me up. I'd love to have you watch me do all this and anything else you'd want me to do. We could probably find some sort of mask/hat/whatever to keep it kind of anonymous. I'm going to go get off thinking about this, I hope you can write me an answer to all these questions as soon as you can, I've got your phone # and I know where you live. If you set up the situation, I will make sure to be available whenever as long as it's dark outside and the lights are all off. that's about it, I probably wont talk, but a few simple vebal cues should suffice, that and forceful physical guidance. Anyways, let me know. p.s. This kid NEEDS everything shaved, or at least trimmed reeeeeeaaallly short, like buzz cut short. The Email Warning - I like reconciliation stories. If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story. I receive an email from my wife Katy. I'm already at home, looking for some used car parts online. "Phil, I'll be a little late today. Love you. Katy." So, far, nothing unusual. She's been a little late at home from time to time recently. Her job requires it. I'm just about to reply as I notice the sender address. It's not her usual email account. It's a web-mailer account I've never seen before. I'm surprised. What does that mean? She has an additional email account that she's kept secret? Why? The reason can't be good, I suspect. I reply, but I do it to her normal address. And I replace the sender address in the quoted text with her usual one. I'm suspecting that this has been a slip-up and I don't want her to notice it right now. If she realizes it, she might delete the secret account immediately. And I'd really like to know what might be hidden there. So I try to log into her account on the web-mailer's site. I have her user-name, which is her "secret" email address. She uses only three passwords for everything. They are a combination of names and numbers. I've often tried to convince her to use safer passwords, to no avail. I try all three, and none works. So she really tries to hide this. I combine the names and numbers in other ways and my second attempt is spot on. Her old dog's name and her year of birth. Now I'm really beginning to feel the adrenalin rushing through my veins. We're married for four years. I love her deeply. And I've always assumed she feels the same for me. Everything seemed to be just perfect. And this might be very moment my whole life changes. I'm definitely not looking forward to it, but I need to know. I brace myself. Okay, let's see. All emails in the inbox folder are from Anne, her best friend. Okay, I'm relieved. I even consider not to check them at all. Katy surely deserves some privacy. But why does she need this special account to talk with Anne? Okay, I'm just going to check the most recent one. Both Katy and Anne have the annoying habit to quote first and type the text below. So I see the email in chronological order. Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Okay, Anne. I've done it. I've given the ugly, leering bastard from the bakery a good down blouse view. No bra, as requested. I held the pose for several seconds. He took his time to check out my tits. It was very exciting. Even if he's such a turd. Maybe especially because he's such a turd. Your turn. I dare you to go to our shoe store in a short skirt and flash your bare pussy to the cute salesman with the long blond hair. Katy Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews You bitch. You know that I fancy this guy a little. It was a lot of fun. He choked suddenly and his eyes got big. I smiled at him innocently meanwhile. He tried to touch my leg, but I stopped him. You're next. Take a guy's hand in a crowded place and place it on your tit for several seconds. Have fun. Anne Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Done. I took the bus today. Just for one stop, so I could walk back easily. I wore a nice and tight top. I selected a nice looking, but very young guy. I think he was no older than twenty years and seemed to be a little shy. I tried not to think about it and just took his hand. He looked at me questioning and I just pressed it onto my tit. I think everybody was looking. But I kept looking into his pretty blue eyes. It was quite hot, actually. I got a little wet down there. Your task will be to touch a man's cock through his trousers. Katy Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews No problem. I went into a crowded bar and just pretended to stumble backwards. I had to steady myself against some guy. I used his cock to do it. That was almost too easy. Okay, Katy. We'll up this a little. You have to put a hand into man's trousers and touch his bare cock. Kiss him on the mouth meanwhile. Anne Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Anne, you bitch. That was a huge step upwards. But I did it. I went to a bar and just asked someone politely about it. I explained that it is for a bet. Of course, he agreed. I did it and it was not too bad, actually. He told me to call him in case I need him again. We both had to laugh. Okay, Anne. Get a man's cock out and wank him to completion. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Wow, your dare shocked me a little. We have to stop this before it gets our of hand. But I'm not going to be the one losing this. I did it the same way you did. I just asked someone nicely. Of course, he was all for it. I wanked him and let him cum onto the floor. Some of it got on my hand though. He also offered me his help for future bets. Katy, suck a man's cock to completion. You can use a condom if you want to. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Easy. I asked the same guy again. He was overjoyed to help me. Yes, I actually used a condom. So it was not messy at all. His cock was nice, but not as nice as Phil's. Suck a man's cock to completion without a condom. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Okay, I also used the same guy. I sucked him and luckily he turned out to be quite clean. His cock was a little on the smallish side, but it didn't matter. Before he came, I took him out of my mouth and jacked him to completion. Is that what you wanted? I think it was a little unfair. He deserved to come in my mouth, I think. So your next task is to do this properly. Suck a man's cock to completion and swallow. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Okay, this time I chose someone else. I didn't want to start some kind of affair with someone. But I used the same method. This time I asked a student at the campus. Of course, he was all for it. I have only swallowed Phil's cum so far. And still I prefer Phil's. But a dare is a dare. Okay, Anne. Let someone fuck you with a condom. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Wow, you bitch. That was a tough one. Actually fuck someone? But okay, as you've said. A dare is a dare. I used the same guy. And we did it in the men's toilet at this bar. It was dirty and arduous. Next dare: Let someone fuck you without a condom and come into your pussy. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Anne, at first I though you weren't serious. What about safer sex? But I don't want to lose this bet. So I asked guy number 2 again. As a young student he seemed clean enough. And he was so horny that he didn't ask any questions. I used a motel room for it. It was quite nice actually, but it lacked the intimacy I have with Phil. Okay, Anne, since you've upped the ante - let someone fuck you in the ass. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews I'm glad that you didn't talk about condoms. My dare was irresponsible, I'm sorry. The ass fuck itself was easy. Same guy, same toilet. I'm used to getting it into the bum. No stress. Let's make this a little more daring. Blow a man to completion while another takes you from behind. Of course with condoms if you want to. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Uh, you bitch. My student had to ask a friend but they were more than willing to help. Although he complained about the condom a little. It was nice, but a little mechanical, arduous and unfeeling. It had no big appeal to me. Let a black man fuck you. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Really? I've always wanted to do that. Although it meant that I had to find a new man. I asked my friend about it and he knew a guy. To my disappointment, he was not overly big endowed. Pretty standard, I think. Okay, let's make this more interesting. Katy, get your nipples pierced. [Ah, that's why she suddenly had them pierced. So, unfortunately, I have proof that she actually did what she describes here. Shit. So she actually let a stranger fuck her without protection? I will have to get myself tested. And divorced.] Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Okay, I've shown you my piercings. So you already know everything. But that was nasty. I don't want to lose Phil. Don't endanger my marriage. I'm still a little pissed that you haven't considered this. As a revenge I dare you to lick a stranger's ass and balls. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Uh, Katy, how nasty. I took my usual helper home and scrubbed his ass and scrotum clean in the tub for about half an hour. Then I quickly licked both. Done. You should have specified where and how long I have to do it. I had to suck the disappointed man off afterwards. Okay, let's make a real tough one. Katy, get off the pill and fuck a black man without protection once. During your fertile time. Play the impregnation roulette. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Katy_Andrews To: Anne1984 Okay, you win. I won't do that. I love Phil more than anything. I want to have his children and only his. We have to stop this. You love Andy, remember that. You win, but I want to state that you won in an unfair way. Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: The Dare From: Anne1984 To: Katy_Andrews Right. It was not fair. But still I win. Let's not forget that. Wow, that escalated quickly. She actually has cheated on me. For a stupid dare game. A series of bets. What do I do now? As a first step I save all emails. She stated that she has already stopped this madness. But today, she announced to be late again. And she surely had her nipples pierced recently. As a surprise for me, she said. I didn't like it very much, but tried to be gallant about it. I think that it somehow has tainted her beauty. So, what do I do now? I have no idea. I hear her keys in the lock. She opens the door and smiles sweetly at me. Then her look turns to concern. "Honey, everything okay?" "Where have you been?" "What's up? I've been at work. Don't you trust me any more?" "No." "What? Seriously? What has happened?" She looks a little unsure. "Why have you got those piercings?" "Don't you like them?" "No, they damaged your beautiful tits. But that wasn't my question." "I got them for you." "Last chance for the truth." She looks quite worried now. "Okay, okay. Anne dared me to do it. Partially. And I wanted to please you." "And you wanted to please me by sucking a man and letting another fuck you from behind?" "Oh, Phil. I'm so sorry. It never happened. That was just girls talk. I bet she never did her part either." "I don't believe you." "You have to. I've never fucked any of these guys. I swear." "Have you let that guy from the bakery look down your blouse?" "Yes. Sorry. And I did more. I've placed this young guy's hand on my tit. And I put my hand into the trousers of a man and touched his cock. And I sucked someone to completion with a condom. But I felt terrible afterwards. The first things were innocent fun. But after this blow-job, I felt terrible. Guilty. Full of remorse. Even if I had touched him through the rubber only. And I stopped everything. For a while, I lied to Anne. But I was afraid that she took her part seriously and that I destroyed her marriage. So I decided to stop everything and let her win. You know how much I hate losing." "Yes, but you might have lost more than your silly game." "Phil, please don't say that. Just because of a blow-job with condom?" "Yes, maybe. And because I'll always be unsure at which point you really stopped the game. If you have fucked others. See, you're late home from work today. I'll always wonder what you've done. How shall I trust you again?" "What can I do? I know that I've been a silly bitch. But I don't want to lose you." "Call Anne. Make her come over." "Seriously?" "Yes. Then we'll ask her how much she has actually done." "Oh, that will be humiliating. I have to admit cheating during our game." "Oh, you're a cheater anyway. Don't worry. We both know that already." "Yes, you're right. I'll call her." Shortly afterwards Anne comes over. Katy had stated that this is an emergency. "Ah, Anne. I'm a little embarrassed. But how far have you actually gone during our game?" "What? What game?" She smiles at me and tries to look normal. "Phil knows everything. I don't know how." "Oh god, you dumb cow. Phil, you're not going to tell Andy, are you? It was just harmless fun." "How far have you gone, Anne?" I ask. Anne looks a little contrite. "Katy, actually I've done none of these things." "WHAT?" "Yes, and I've assumed you never did anything either. It was just a fantasy. I mean, letting a black guy impregnate you? Seriously? I thought that you knew from the beginning. Oh, my god, how far have you gone?" "To the blow-job with condom?" "Including it?" "Yes. unfortunately." "Oh my god, Phil. It's all my fault. This was my idea. Katy just got this totally wrong. You know how much she hates losing. For me it was a fantasy. I assumed that it was the same for her. When she got her nipples pierced, I thought she did it for you and had just picked up the idea from our game." "Well, she might have lost me." "Noooo," both women wail. "What can we do to make this up to you?" Anne asks, winking. "No, Anne. I'm going to stay faithful. As long as I'm still married. And even if I divorce her, I'm not going to do anything with married women." Anne looks shocked. "Okay, I think I'll leave you two alone now. Phil, please don't dump that silly bitch. She loves you dearly. Let her pay, but don't dump her. If I can do anything to make amends, let me know." "I'll think about it." After she leaves, I look sternly into Katy's eyes. I have decided to believe her. Mainly because I've just remebered that I've been with her all the time on the day she had supposedly sucked off the student. So if she had lied to Anne about that rather simple task, the wilder ones were almost certainly fictional as well. "Okay, Katy. I forgive you this time. Only this time. It was your one-time wild card. But you'll have to pay." "Okay, whatever it takes." She seems to be immensely relieved. "You will perform the complete list." "What?" "Without the condoms." "Phil, don't make me do this. Please. No other men, please." "No. Only with me. No other men, ever. But not only once. As often as I want." "Oh." Her face lights up like a Christmas tree. "I can do that. So you want to see and touch my boobs?" "Yes." "You want me to suck you off?" "Yes." "Sucking with swallowing?" "Definitely." "Ouch, the buttfuck?" But she's still smiling. "Yes." "What about the piercings? Shall I keep them?" "I'm undecided." "Uh, what about fucking without birth control?" "That's definitely on the list." "Oh, Phil, I love you." She flings herself into my arms and we're both happy. Well... I feel that could have gone a lot worse. I'd hate to lose her. Instead, I finally get the kids I've always wanted. The Email Addict He was working on designs for a new office building but his mind was constantly being diverted to wondering whose email he was to receive tonight. All he could think about was undressing and playing with his cock as he read and answered the messages that were always there. He had been corresponding with a number of single men and women in addition to a couple and had been having regular cybersex with them for quite a while now. When he started computer sex, about a year after his wife died, it was strictly with women but gradually he began to enjoy looking at cocks when he went to various sites and soon found that he wanted cock as much as pussy and started having cybersex with guys and found it as stimulating as any with women. Ron Peterson and Sandy had been married for 7 years when her car had been run over by a runaway trailer truck on the parkway. They had an ideal marriage and had known each other since high school when he was on the football team and she was the head cheerleader and Ron had been devastated by what happened to her. He had thrown himself fully into his work ever since and it took a very long time before he started to get the old feeling in his loins again. Since he had absolutely no time to meet anyone and didn't like hookers, he started by masturbating while on the computer as it was his only outlet and a very safe one at that. After a while, he looked forward to his computer sessions and soon found that his cock got hard as soon as he saw an email from one or more of his cyberlovers. He bought himself a digital camera and traded photos of his cock and body up to the neck and had a great collection of cocks and pussies of all his cyberlovers. He loved getting naked and playing with his insatiable penis as he read and then answered his lovers. He would usually cum two or three times a night during the sessions and would go to bed with a satisfied smile on his face. He worked until around nine and then, as usual, had dinner in the neighborhood Italian restaurant since they stayed open late and then walked the two blocks to his building. As soon as he checked his messages and looked at the mail, he stripped off his clothes and sat down to check his box for mail. Sure enough there was a message from Joe, who loved cyber sucking his cock every chance he got and, knowing how much Ron loved his penis also, always sent one or two new photos of his precum welling up in his slit in beautiful closeup shots and his beautiful organ erupting with his cum streams frozen in mid air. He held his thick erection in his hand as he read what Joe was doing to him and then he answered him and was oozing delicious precum all through his oral worship of Joe's beautiful penis. After sending the message, he opened one of the photos that Joe had sent and enlarged it to full screen as he licked and sucked every inch of it as well as his full, tight balls while he stroked himself to Nirvana and shot hot cum all over his stomach and thighs. Then he opened an email from Myra, a married gal who was bisexual and wasn't satisfied with the sex her husband gave her. She loved to create threesomes for them with another gal so she could have her cock and pussy as well and she never failed to get him horny with her descriptive writing style. This time it was a gal named Terry who she met on the train coming home from work. Myra had called him from the station and asked if he could pick them up as they would like to come over for a while. When he pulled up to the curb, he saw a very attractive blonde with a wicked body standing alongside Myra, who was no slouch herself. The two beauties piled into the car and a few minutes later he was unlocking the door to the house. "I called my husband and told him that I'm stuck at the office and would home late tonight so I have the entire evening free", Myra said as soon as the door closed behind them. She also told him that on the train ride, she and Terry had found that their vibes for each other led them to talk very freely and that, if he didn't mind watching for a while, she and Terry would like to get to know one another better. "You know damn well that I love to watch you with another woman just as much as you like to watch me with another guy" , he said with a smile. Myra walked over to Terry and the two of them looked into each other's eyes a long time before Terry's hand encircled Myra's breast and they tenderly kissed. The soft kiss gradually turned into a deep soul kiss as both of them ran their hands over their bodies. Then Myra reached up and started unfastening the buttons of Terry's blouse and Terry started doing the same to her. As more and more of their beautiful bodies were exposed, Ron's cock was bursting through his pants so he quietly removed his clothes also and lightly stroked his erection as he watched them from a sofa chair across the room. Terry lay down on the carpet and Myra lay down alongside her and began to run her hands over Terry's magnificent, full breasts and tweak her enormous erect nipples. They soul kissed again and then suddenly Myra pulled away and said, "I can't wait any longer, I have to taste you!" and, with that, turned around and dipped her head between Terry's sexy thighs. Ron's penis was jerking in passion as he watched Terry's eyes glaze over as Myra started orally worshipping her cunt. "I love what you're doing to me. Please don't stop." she told Myra and then reached out and pulled Myra's crotch within reach. "I want to taste you also." she said as she turned on her side and they rested their heads on each other's thighs as they licked and sucked their pussies. Ron could see Terry's eyes from between Myra's legs as she lapped at the delicious cunt and every once in a while she would look at him and smile with her eyes as she buried her tongue deep inside the tasty pussy and Myra's gasps and muffled moans would turn them both on. They lost themselves in each other for quite some time before Terry started quivering and moaning as her orgasm took her away on a wild ride and she fed her juices to the hungry mouth at her crotch. As she shook in ecstasy, Myra joined her and surprised Terry with the quantity of her cunt juices. Terry didn't miss a beat and sucked up every drop that flowed down the passage and the two of them went off to that special place together. They lay there with their mouths still glued to each other for a long time after their orgasms abated and then Terry pulled her mouth from Myra's cunt as she exclaimed, "Look at our audience! It looks like he's about to cum also!" Myra got up and both of them looked at Ron whose penis was throbbing and jerking. "I think he's been a very good boy and deserves some attention, don't you?" Myra said as she walked over and straddled one of his legs and reached down to grasp his thick penis in her hand. Terry came over and straddled his other leg and both of them took turns playing with his erection and balls. He told them that, after the show they just put on, it wasn't going to take much to make him cum so Myra got up and picked up a coin from the table and asked Terry to call it in the air. "Heads! You win Terry so you can have the honor of his first load tonight and I'll wait til later", she told her. Terry got down between his spread thighs and started licking him from his tight balls all the way up his thickness to the swollen head. When she found a drop of precum sitting in his slit, she quickly licked it up before it could drop and exclaimed with joy, "His precum is like nectar! I love its flavor!" Myra told her that his precum was her personal favorite and she looked forward to tasting it every time she was with him. Terry went back to nursing on his crown and squeezing up as much precum as she could before she started to try and swallow as much of his meat as she could take. Myra crawled up on the arms of the chair and pushed her wet cunt to his mouth and began to sensuously face fuck him as Terry sucked deeply on his organ. With his face covered with delicious cunt and his nostrils breathing in her heady scent while Terry was doing such a wonderful job on his penis, he was lost in pleasure and his orgasm came rushing up the pipe as his penis began spurting hot cum into her hungry mouth. She kept voraciously sucking deeply on his penis to get as much cum juices as possible and finally he had to gently withdraw his organ as it needed rest for a while. He continued eating Myra until she shuddered and released another torrent of her hot juices which he happily lapped up. While relaxing, he asked Terry if she was married and she told him that she was and added, "I want you to meet my husband because I want to watch the two of you have beautiful sex just like Myra and I just had." Ron asked about her husband and was told that he was just about Ron's size and had a cock very similar to his only maybe a little thicker. "Oh my, I'm going to have to meet him also" Myra exclaimed and Terry told her that she couldn't wait for the two of them to work her husband over. Then Myra told Ron that she wanted him to fuck her and got down and sucked his penis good and hard before she straddled him and lowered her cunt to his hard pole. She rode him like she was riding on a saddle and then cried out as she bore down on his thickness and wet him with her juices. After giving her time to recover, Terry tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "May I cut in?" as Myra reluctantly lifted herself off the gorgeous erection which was covered with her orgasmic offering. Terry took her place and sighed deeply as she lowered herself on the thick, smooth penis. She fucked him with long, deep thrusts and both of them went off on a pleasure trip together as she whimpered and moaned each time his cock was buried deep inside her and his cock tip brushed against her cervix. Then she suddenly bore down on him as her orgasm overcame her and she wet his organ with her juices. Her cunt kept contracting around his penis as she slowly came back to earth and then Myra tapped her on the shoulder, saying, "Now it's my turn to drink his juices" and, as Terry slowly lifted herself off the throbbing erection, Myra got down on her knees and began licking her juices off his penis before swallowing as much of his delicious meat as possible while bobbing her head up and down on his rod. Terry had done a wonderful job on his organ and had kept him high and horny all through her fucking and now Myra was taking over and sending him up on another fantastic trip with her talented and very hungry mouth. She had once told him that she completely loses herself when she has a delicious cock in her mouth and that she actually enters a very special world of extreme pleasure which she would like to stay in forever. Right now, she was proving her point and had him totally in her power with her mouth, throat and tongue. He was in another world and slowly but surely felt his orgasm approaching. She started to deep throat him and swallow around his organ giving him a milking sensation in his cock and he gave himself up to the pleasures she was providing. She moved only slightly in an up and down motion with her head but with her throat muscles milking his shaft at the same time, his penis suddenly erupted in a series of spurts shooting ropes of hot cum down her throat with each spasm. She greedily gulped down each load and then squeezed his shaft from the base up to bring up the last drops of his juices as she nursed on his cockhead. Then both of them had to get home so they cleaned up and dressed while he watched them, in a state of exhaustion, from the chair. By the time he finished reading her fantasy, his penis was throbbing and he was ready for another session. He grasped his thick, long shaft in his hand and felt its aliveness and warmth and didn't want to let go. He knew how to keep himself high for long periods of time without cumming, especially after a previous orgasm so he stroked his shaft and pulled on his balls while rereading Myra's story and kept himself high and very hot. After finishing her story for the second time, he decided to open his photo program and looked at some photos of Myra's gorgeous spread and close-ups of her pussy and anus. He took out his favorite toy, his Fleshlight, and lubed it before inserting his throbbing organ and then sat back in his desk chair and fantasized that he was fucking Myra as he moved the toy up and down on his erection. He wound up sucking her pussy and asshole before he put his cock inside her and a short time later, he erupted with another series of spasms which shot streams of cum deep inside his toy. By this time, he was tired and went right to bed to watch the late news before falling asleep with thoughts of Joe, Myra and Terry as well as others on his mind. Just before falling asleep, he thought about tomorrow night and whose emails he would receive and he couldn't wait and wanted the time to pass quickly. The next day was a busy one and he had been lost in work all day and before he knew it, it was night and almost time to leave. After dinner at Alfredo's, he headed home at a quick pace as he was anxious to see whose messages were waiting and who he would be having sex with tonight. He undressed and slipped on his terry robe, leaving it open and sat down at the computer and opened his mail. There was an email from Angela and Marco, a bi couple from Rio, who loved having a threesome from time to time. This fantasy involved he and Marco putting on a show for Angela who watched while using a vibrator. Marco was on top of him feeding him his beautiful penis while sucking his cock from base to tip and pulling his mouth from Ron's throbbing cock from time to time to tell him how delicious he tasted. Angela's eyes were riveted to her husband's mouth around my organ and she would utter something like, "Marco darling, suck that beautiful cock for me. I want to watch you bring him to orgasm and swallow his cum." as she moved the vibrator in and out of her wet cunt. Marco told him how much he loved sucking his cock especially while his was being so well taken care of also. They sucked each other to heaven and took one another on one high after another until suddenly Marco's thick organ began spewing ropes of cum into Ron's eager mouth and he swallowed load after load until there was no more. Just as Marco finished his last spasm, Ron exploded in orgasm and fed the wonderful mouth his offering which was gulped down hungrily. Then they heard Angela cry out that she was cumming and they watched her as she squirmed and shuddered with the vibrator on high and deep inside her hole as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. He decided to have a return session with them and started writing them his answer while licking up the copious amount of precum that had started oozing out his slit. He wanted to fuck Angela while Marcos fucked him and it didn't take long for him to get into the fantasy. His cock was throbbing and felt so good, he found it hard to let it go and get back to typing but the thought of having his organ buried deep inside Angela while feeling Marco's thick cock moving around in his ass was enough to keep him in the story. He decided to really get into it and lit up a joint and took a deep hit. A few minutes later, it was like he was really fucking her while being fucked and he fully entered the world of fantasy and experienced the fabulous sensations he found there. When Marco's organ started shooting hot cum deep in his ass, he buried his cock deep inside Angela and let go his load which triggered her orgasm and the three of them went off to another world together. After sending off the email, he looked at some of the photos that they had sent him while savoring the nectar that was flowing out of his slit. Then he lubed his organ and slowly stroked it from the base to the crown while pulling on his balls. He was so hot from reading their fantasy as well as writing them back that it didn't take long before his juices worked their way up his shaft and he started spraying cum all over his thighs and stomach. After cleaning up and resting awhile, he went back to his box and noticed a message from Tanya, who was a TV he had been writing to for some time. She, (and he always referred to her as a she), had an absolutely gorgeous body which was totally female with large, full breasts except for a thick, 8" penis and a pair of beautiful balls. He hadn't seen her face yet but her body was enough to get him off. He loved sucking her cock while looking up at her fabulous breasts and sexy nipples. Tanya provided almost everything he desired in a sex partner. The only thing that would be better would be a beautiful hermaphrodite who could offer everything he could possibly desire but since he hadn't met one yet, he loved having cybersex with Tanya. This time, she dropped in to fuck him and her vivid description of how she felt as she moved her thick organ in and out of his ass had his penis awake immediately. He started playing with his cock as he read her fantasy and was soon off on another beautiful high as she told him how good her cock felt in his warm, comfortable ass and how good his cock felt in her hand as she stroked him. Her descriptions had his precum flowing and he was enjoying the delicious nectar as he read. Tanya loved to get into minute descriptions of feelings and actions and her fantasies were long but he loved every minute of them as they kept him in that beautiful world of sensation and pleasure for quite some time. Suddenly, her cock swelled and began spurting cum into his ass and with the first splash, his orgasm overcame him and he shot a load all over the sheet as she stroked his thick shaft until his last spasm ended. By the time he finished her email, he was hot and his cock was fully erect, throbbing and begging for attention but, since Tanya had fucked him so beautifully, he decided that she deserved a good blow job in return so he had her lay back and relax as he took his time and started licking her from her gorgeous breasts and nipples down to her fantastic, thick erection and full balls. He was stroking his throbbing penis between sentences and enjoying the flavor of her precum as it welled up out of her cock slit. Then he started deep throating her magnificent organ and slowly worked the cum out of her balls. She cried out as her orgasm overcame her and her thick penis began spurting streams of delicious cum into his waiting mouth which he hungrily swallowed until her penis stopped jerking and the cum streams ended. He held her cock in his mouth until it started to soften and then let it slip out as he lifted his head and smiled at her as he rose. He sent off the message and, since he had been dripping precum all through the story, he decided it was time for release so he opened his photo program and put a picture of her on full screen so that he could enjoy looking at her as he stroked to orgasm. It didn't take long before his balls emptied and he shot rope after rope of his cum over his thighs and stomach. Then he cleaned up and went to sleep with a satisfied smile and thoughts of who he would be having sex with tomorrow night. As usual, he threw himself fully into his work and the next day passed quickly. He decided, as a change of pace, to try the Spanish restaurant a few doors down and after a delicious meal of shrimps al ajillo, he entered his apartment and headed directly for the computer to check his mail. Sure enough there was a message from Bob and one from Myra so he stripped off his clothes and sat down at the computer to play and read. He read Bob's first as he loved the way he described sex with him and always got him in the mood real fast. Bob dropped in to 69 with him and as he read the email, he started to ooze precum which he brought to his lips each time it appeared in his slit. Bob described in detail how his cock felt in his mouth and how good it tasted. The Email Addict He also described how wonderful his cock felt in Ron's mouth and he had Ron's organ throbbing as he read what they were doing to each other. In the middle of the fantasy, Bob told him to look at the photo he had attached as it showed how horny he was while writing it and when Ron opened the attachment, he saw Bob's beautiful erection in closeup and a huge drop of precum sitting in the slit waiting to be licked up. His penis jerked at the sight of that gorgeous organ and he decided he would cum later while sucking up the delicious precum awaiting him. They sucked each other to orgasm and both shot their loads at about the same time and greedily fed on each other's cum juices. Ron answered Bob's message by having him bend over the arm of the couch as he fed his cockhead into his anus after rubbing the tight little hole with precum. He fed his thickness into the warm hole and listened to Bob's moans as each inch disappeared inside. He stroked in and out and squeezed Bob's fat cock as he fucked him until his organ erupted and shot stream after stream of hot cum deep into the receptive ass. Then after his last spasm ended, he kept his penis deep inside and pulled Bob's cock until it jerked in his hand and shot his cream all over the bed sheets. By the time he sent his message off, he was ready for a good cum and sat back and stroked his throbbing penis while rereading what Bob was doing to him. Just before cumming, he picked up his camera and took a few shots of his cum streaming out of his cock as he knew that Bob would love to see them in his next email. He got himself something cold to drink and sat back with anticipation as he opened Myra's message. Myra told him that she took the liberty of inviting Terry and her husband to join her at his place since she was quite sure that he would like to join them in a little playtime. She had just met George for the first time when Terry arrived a short while ago and was quite sure that Ron was going to like him. They were on the way over now and should be at his place soon so he would see for himself. They arrived at his apartment a short while later and after the girls greeted Ron with big hugs and kisses, Myra introduced him to George. As Ron and George clasped hands in greeting, each of them felt the strong vibes that surfaced as soon as they shook hands. George was his height and maybe a few pounds heavier but still very well built and looked to be in terrific shape. They went into the living room and after settling them down with drinks, he sat down next to Myra and placed his hand on her thigh as they sipped their drinks. Terry suddenly said, "We three know one another quite well, at least physically, but you two have never seen my husband and I would very much like to show him off, if it's alright with you." Ron and Myra looked at each other with a big smile and told her to go right ahead since they would love to get to know George. She moved over on the couch and sat down on Ron's other side and asked George to please come over in front of them and remove his shirt. When he took it off, both Myra and Ron exclaimed about his sexy, manly chest and muscles. Then Terry asked him to remove his trousers, shoes and socks and when he stood before them in his shorts, she told them to watch very carefully as she was going to perform a magic trick. She reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over his shorts on his crotch and slowly but surely there appeared a bulge in the material which grew larger and larger until it seemed it was going to burst through the fabric, "Now darling, please take off your shorts and let my friends feast their eyes on my favorite toy", she said to him. When he stood up after removing them, both their eyes were riveted to his manhood as it was magnificent. It was about the same size as Ron's but it was a lot thicker and was a work of art. The crown was beautifully sculpted and sloped back to a deep ridge which encircled it completely and had a deep slit in the tip. The shaft was a gorgeous, thick pole that formed the perfect base for the crown and Ron couldn't help exclaiming, "Now that's would I would call a COCK!", and Terry asked George to move closer so that they could touch it and hold it in their hands. Ron reached for the fabulous organ as George approached and ran his hands all over the shaft and head and then cupped his tight, full, massive balls in his hands and looked up at George and asked him if he was in the mood for a beautiful blowjob because as soon as Myra had a chance to examine him, he was going to suck it for him as he found it totally irresistible. George smiled down at him saying, "I would love to have you worship my penis so it's yours whenever you're ready." Ron relinquished his examination to Myra who held the thick shaft in her hand and squeezed it and said to Terry, "No wonder you always have such a big smile on your face! If I had something like this to play with, I'd be hysterical all the time!" She ran her hands up and down the shaft and played with his balls when Ron asked her to please let him take over for a while and, as soon as she sat back, he guided George over in front of him. George's beautiful penis was standing straight out in front of him and Ron leaned forward and licked the tip of the crown just over the tiny slit as he grasped the full ball sac in his hand. When his mouth covered the satin smooth skin of the swollen cockhead, he knew he was going to love sucking this wonderful cock as it felt great and tasted great. He was nursing on the crown when George asked him if they could lay down on the couch as his knees were turning to water. In answer, Ron stood up and removed his robe and led George over to the other side of the room and had him lay back and relax as he settled himself between his parted thighs and went back to worshipping his penis. Meanwhile, Terry and Myra had removed their clothing also and were sitting back on the couch with their feet up on the seat, their legs spread wide and were playing with each other's pussies as they watched Ron and George. Terry was telling Myra that she was going to love having that gorgeous cock inside her cunt and that she was going to go absolutely wild when he shot his load into her. Myra was licking her lips as she watched Ron suck the fantastic penis and balls and told Terry that she couldn't wait to suck George's cock like Ron was doing. Then George stopped moaning for a moment and asked Ron, "How about coming up on the couch in a 69 so I can get to know you also. I can't wait to suck that beautiful penis of yours!" Ron needed no urging and settled himself on his side just as George was and rested his head on George's thigh and gazed at the beautiful organs in front of his eyes. He moved forward and captured the large crown between his lips and resumed nursing it while playing with George's big, full balls and slipping a wet finger in his tight anal opening. When George's mouth closed around his cockhead, he was in heaven! As he went off on a wonderful high, he heard Terry cry out as her orgasm hit followed by Myra shortly thereafter. He continued sucking the swollen crown when he started tasting something really delicious and realized that George was oozing precum which was like nectar! He squeezed the thick shaft from the base up and a large drop of nectar showed in the slit which he deftly licked up with his tongue before it had a chance to run down the shaft and then he took the entire crown in his mouth and drew deeply on it to suck out more. He fed on the delicious juice for some time and when he felt George's mouth taking more and more of his cock down his throat, he began doing the same. He relaxed his throat muscles and took more and more of the thickness down his throat and when he could take no more, he swallowed around the shaft and held it deep as the feeling of that thick cock filling his throat was wonderful and he never wanted it to end. The two of them held each other deep and worked their throat muscles over their shafts as they both went off to Neverland together. Terry and Myra were 69ing on the couch also and lifting their heads from time to time to watch the guys and when they saw George suddenly stiffen and cry out as his orgasm hit, they watched with passion as Ron began to gulp down each load that George fed him. Then they heard him moan loudly as he drank George's juices and his body jerked compulsively as his organ began spewing the contents of his balls into George's voracious mouth. The two of them held each other's cock in their mouths long after their last spasm and after some time, Ron lifted his head and thanked George for an absolutely fantastic feeding session. "You realize that I could easily become addicted to your cum. I'm already addicted to your delicious precum", he told him. "Believe me, the feeling is mutual." George replied. Meanwhile, the gals had gone back to some serious eating and they watched as Terry's ass began quivering as she wet Myra's searching face and tongue with her juices and Myra replied in kind by bearing down on Terry's mouth and rubbing her clit over her face as she came. When the two of them sat up and noticed the guys watching them, they asked if their show was anywhere as good as the show they put on for them which had them so very horny they had to do something about it. "Now", Myra said, "we want to be fucked by those magnificent organs, so get them hard for us fast!" Ron smiled at her and told her they'd do their best but first he wanted a cold drink and would anyone else? As they sat around drinking and relaxing, Terry told them that watching George suck cock was one of the greatest turn ons for her and she always looks forward to it as a prelude to a hot sex session. Myra told her that she, too, was turned on by watching them but probably not as much as Terry since it was her husband involved. Terry answered, "I love to watch it so much that I've gone out and picked up a guy and brought him home just so I could see it. If he wasn't bi, I'd tell him that if he wanted to do me anyway he wished for as long as he wished, he would have to let my husband suck him first, and I never had a turndown." Ron asked him if he enjoyed every cock she brought home for him to suck and he replied, "There were a couple of uninteresting ones in the beginning until I suggested that she pre-qualify any candidates by asking their size and girth beforehand and since then, she's doing great." Myra muttered something about her husband's almost non-existent libido and how much she envies Terry. Myra walked up to George with a gleam in her eye as she settled herself between his legs and told him that it was time for her 10 o'clock feeding as she held his soft penis in her hand and leaned forward and took the soft meat in her mouth. As she sucked the awakening organ, it grew larger and she was forced to back off a bit as it hardened and became, once again, the magnificent tool that it was. She smiled up at him with happiness in her eyes as she sucked his thick penis and pulled on his balls. She rarely came across cocks like this and was enjoying herself immensely. Its length and thickness was magnificent to see and sucking on that delicious meat was heaven itself so she lost herself in sucking him and almost forgot that she wanted this fabulous organ in her cunt especially after what Terry had told her to expect. She lifted her head reluctantly from his crotch and told him, "Now, my dear, I want this gorgeous penis of yours inside my pussy" and she got down on the carpet and spread her legs wide and held out her arms to him. She looked so sexy laying there, he couldn't wait to insert his rod into her and got down on his knees between her legs and fit the tip of his thick crown to her wet and waiting cunthole and slid it inside. As his huge crown entered her, she uttered a low animal growl and lifted her hips to help him get deeper as she tossed her head from side to side and moaned, "Oh yes, fill me with your thick meat. I want you to fuck me until I can't cum anymore!" and she lost herself in the pleasures that his enormous organ was giving her. His penis was stretching her cunt wider than she had ever felt before and her cunt was very tight around his shaft as he stroked deeply into her feeding her more and more of his cock with each stroke. When he could go no further, she was thrashing her head from side to side and whimpering each time his cock tip brushed against her cervix and her cunt contracted around his thick pole and milked him on each downstroke. Terry was playing with Ron's organ as they watched and Ron couldn't tear his eyes away from George's sexy ass as he stroked into Myra and she noticed this. "Why don't you go over and fuck my husband,?" she asked, "he'd love it especially when he's inside a pussy." Ron needed no urging and positioned himself behind George and ran his hands over George's full ass cheeks before rubbing his cock over the puckered anus and wetting it with his precum. Then he pushed the crown inside and heard George moan loudly as it disappeared inside his ass. He matched his strokes to George's fucking and started feeding his cock inside inch by inch as George moaned, "Fuck me baby, let me feel that gorgeous cock deep inside me as I fuck this wonderful pussy!". The three of them lost themselves in pleasure and were off on a fantastic high when Ron suddenly felt something probing his anus. He turned and saw Terry wearing a strapon and slowly but surely feeding it inside his ass. She held his hips in her hands and started long, deep strokes into him in rhythm to his motions as he fucked her husband. From her cries of passion with each stroke, he assumed it was a double ender and that she was being pleasured by it also and soon the four of them were off to another world that none of them ever wanted to leave. Ron was getting fabulous sensations from George's pleasure hole and each time he withdrew his organ for another deep stroke, he felt the dildo fill his ass and he was in heaven. Myra was the first to cum and her cries of ecstasy as she wrapped her cunt around the thick pole filling her made them even hotter. Then Ron felt his orgasm boiling up out of his balls and thrust his organ deep inside George's ass as he announced his cumming. When his organ swelled and began spurting gobs of cream deep inside the sexy ass, George cried out in passion and Ron felt his spasms as he pumped his hot cum into Myra who screamed in delirium as George's juices splashed inside her cunt. As they slowly returned to earth, Terry suddenly cried out that she was cumming also and she pumped the dildo in and out of Ron's ass so that the other end rubbed her clit and intensified her orgasm. The four of them stayed locked together for quite some time after their orgasms and finally Terry sighed and withdrew the huge dildo from Ron's ass so that he could slide his still hard organ from its comfortable home and allow George to withdraw his cock from Myra. After reading all this, Ron had been leaking gobs of precum and his penis was throbbing and badly in need of attention so he decided to answer Myra tomorrow night and finish himself off right now. He went over and got his favorite toy and poured some lube inside it and inserted the head of his swollen organ to the realistic pussy lips and pushed it inside as he sighed in pleasure and lost himself to the feelings he was experiencing. As he slowly stroked his penis in and out of the toy, he brought up some photos of Myra's gorgeous cunt and lost himself in the fantasy of fucking it as he stroked. It didn't take long before his cock started jerking and pumping streams of cum into the depths of the toy and he sighed in contentment as he sat back and rested after his last spasm ended. He went to sleep with thoughts of answering Myra's email tomorrow night and wondered who else he would be having sex with when he got home from work............ The Email Adventure It started with an email. Our last story on Literotica brought us some good comments, some criticism and one email. The email was from a couple. I'll keep the names secret but call them Jan and Rob. The email said that they liked the story and had similar fantasies. The email concluded: 'If you feel like it, drop us a line.' Well, the story they responded to was called "Anniversary Adventure" and was about a chance swinging encounter with another couple. Our fantasies tend to run to unplanned, chance group sex scenes that get hot and then hotter. Usually we and the other couple end up naked with all inhibitions gone, giving in to, and letting go with, pure lust. So far our fantasies have been just that, fantasy. Hot fantasy but not reality. While we occasionally talked about what the next step would be, about what would be hot in reality as opposed to our fantasies, what we would do and what we wouldn't, we had yet to face the reality of our hot sweet dreaming. So far we had agreed that going to a sex positive resort sounded great and was in the doable category. We had fun searching out and reading about Desire, Hedonism, and a campground in Minnesota called Two Creeks that is clothing optional and for adults only. We wanted to go, talked about what we might see and do there, but found it difficult to find the time. We had been about to arrange the details when the email came. The email got us thinking in a different direction. We sent a message back. 'Thanks for the kind words, keep in touch.' And they did. We found out they were close in age to us, liked many of the same things and were attractive. Soon the emails got explicit. "I like it when Rob fucks me from behind. One of my fantasies is to have a cock in my mouth as he fucks me. I let the movement of his cock in my pussy move my mouth on the other guy's cock. I just open up both ends and let them move me back and forth in waves of hot cock penetration. Right now, as I write, I can feel that electric hot feeling in my pussy and I am clenching with desire, my tongue is tingling, wanting to wrap around the tip of a hot dripping cock." I loved that Jan wrote really hot emails. We would read them together and then make love. And of course we wanted to reciprocate so, in writing back, my wife shared: "I've been fantasizing about that as well, I imagine the hot cock moving in my pussy and pushing me forward so that the cock slides down my tongue deeply into my mouth and I suck it in till the hands on my hips pull me off the cock in my mouth and push into me from behind. They begin to move faster and faster, both men hungry for my warm wetness." She continued "I can hardly sit still as I write, I feel my hips squeeze my pussy forward as though the cock is there right now. Suddenly, my pussy clenches hard and I buck as in my mind they both come at the same time. I can smell the come covering my lips as it drips out of the corners of my mouth and from the nether regions of my throbbing, happy, full pussy." Jan wrote back, "That's hot. I'd like to watch you getting fucked by your husband while my husband puts his thick hard cock in your mouth. I want to see your husband push you from behind and move you right onto my husband. I want to watch your husband's face as my husband buttocks clench and push forward into your face and warm mouth. I want to smell the smells of you and your husband and my husband. And then I want to clean off my husband's cock while he softens. "Then, of course, I would want you to help them get hard for me and my turn. I'd want you to show them how you can have another orgasm with a long hard dildo. You would do it for me, giving them the show of their lives, making loud happy sounds, moaning as you move the vibrator on your clit and the long dildo in and out of your pussy. Maybe then you would lick it for them up and down as they ran their hands up and down their dicks. By that time, they would be ready for me and I would want you to watch them both fuck me, with my husband in my pussy and your husband's cock moving into my mouth. I want to be double fucked until I scream with the pleasure pouring through my pussy and I want to hear both of them grunt and groan and then see your face, see you smiling and liking it. I would know because I had too." Once the writing became so hot, we started taking and mailing sexy lingerie pictures of our wives. Jan's picture showed a pretty redhead, with curvy tits and a smooth round ass. In one she was wearing nothing but a blue thong which was pulled partway down her thighs and she had her bright red nails parting her pussy lips and lightly caressing her clit. I got very hard, and my wife shared how hot that would be for Jan and Rob to see. "Honey, Rob is going to like how hot you find his wife" and she had me unzip my jeans and take a picture of my hard cock and in the next few days, my cock would tingle as I wondered when they would open the email and look at the picture of my engorged cock. My wife meanwhile enjoyed looking at pictures of Rob as well. Rob was nearly bald with a good build and I could see the look of desire on my wife's eyes when she opened the email with a shot of him fully clothed except with his zipper down and his hard cock sticking out. She said, "Honey, this is really hot and took another picture of me with my pants down over my ass, and my cock sticking out. Then she took a picture of me sitting down and reading the paper while she sucked my hard dick. It took a while to coordinate, and you can believe I did not notice a thing on the page, it was so hot sitting with the paper covering my face, but my hard cock moving upwards toward her face while she kissed and licked the tip. She sent that email 'to Jan, with love...' I'm not sure who first suggested webcam but it happened soon after the pictures started. This is how it went to the best of my memory. My wife and I spent some time deciding how to dress. I tried shorts and nothing else, a suit, a sports jacket and slacks while my wife tried lingerie, a see through robe and others. It was hot watching her but we were both a little nervous, kind of like a first date. When we opened the cam we were sitting at a table in our bedroom each with a glass of wine. My wife had on a black dress and pearls. I had on a black robe, tied tight. Rob and Jan were lying down in their bed with the computer between them. Jan had a glass of wine in her hand as well and Rob had what looked like whiskey or scotch on the rocks. We could see their faces, but nothing else. We started with small talk, about the weather and that sort of thing. We were all nervous I think. After some really boring small talk my wife told them how hot they both looked in the pictures and they shared the same and we started to relax, so she asked, "OK, I'm curious, what are you two wearing?" Jan moved the computer back letting us see a completely naked Jan and Rob. "Wow." my wife said. "I think the ice is officially broken." Jan pulled the camera back to their faces. "That was really hard to do. The wine helped." I said, "Good for you, though. We spent the last hour trying to decide how to dress." We all laughed and with a good gulp of wine I smiled at my wife and she smiled back, still a little nervous but there was this sparkle in her eyes as I moved the camera a little and reached down my hand lifting my wife's dress slowly up her leg, showing them her wet, hot, inviting pussy. I dipped my fingers into her pussy in front of them and then pulled them out, smelled them and licked them. "WhooHoo!" Jan cheered while her husband chuckled. "I'm wishing I were not so far away, that's a scent I would like to try," Rob answered. Everything became quiet for a moment. Just when it started to get uncomfortable I said "Now what?" Jan said, "I know, we will take turns, first we will tell you what to do while we watch, then we will switch. OK?" I looked at my wife and she smiled. Together we nodded. "Perfect!" Ok since you are first naked, you start giving the directions." I suggested. Jan said to me. "Ok handsome man, Stand up in front of the camera and take off your robe. I want to see what's under there." I was nervous, but excited, and very happy to oblige such a beautiful woman and also, my wife, whose eyes were sparkling with excitement and something else. I turned around and dropped the robe. I looked back over my shoulder but Jan laughed and commanded me to turn around. I think they had been drinking more than we had and were less inhibited then we were. Even with my inhibitions I was rock hard and when I turned around my erect cock lurched to the camera. Jan started to say something when Rob interrupted and said to my wife, "Now it's your turn. Stand up and bend over. Now pull your skirt up over your hips. Let me see your ass and pussy." My wife is beautiful and hot and I knew this would get Rob going. Especially since she had on see-though stockings and no panties. He then said to me, "Lick her pussy for me," and I did, eagerly and with an eye to the camera. My wife nearly came. I don't know if it was from the pussy licking, being watched or what but she could have come quick and hard. But I stopped just in time. "Now it's our turn," I said. My wife asked Rob to hold his cock up to the camera. She was turned on now and letting go, just like in the stories. She pretended to lick his cock. She asked Jan to get on all fours and turn around so I could pretend to fuck her. It was all so hot. Jan said, "Alright my turn. Use words to tell me how you feel and like fucking my pussy from behind." My wife interrupted and said, "OK, but Rob, you must put your cock in her mouth while my husband talks." It all went fast, ending with my wife down on all fours facing the computer while I fucked her from behind with Rob stroking his cock right in front of the camera, and thus, right in front of her eyes. When Rob flicked the tip of his cock and moaned, his cock pumped and my wife started to come, and come and come. I fucked her hard until I exploded in her pussy. Jan interrupted the afterglow when she said, "Now it's my turn." She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and started to play with herself. Then she said to me, "Let me see your cock. I want to watch it get hard while you watch me." I wasn't sure I could get hard again that quickly but as she caressed her pussy she began telling a fantasy of the four of us getting together in a hot tub. There was a lot of talk about tits resting on the water, women bent over the edge of the tub while husbands fucked their pussies or their asses. My cock started to stiffen pretty quickly. Jan watched me and smiled. Then she said, "Let me know when you're close and we'll come together." The mutual masturbation between the two of us was slow and exquisite and she kept going, bringing herself to the brink of coming and then backing off. The story also built to a climax. When I got to the point of no return I looked her in the eye. She knew. She went over the edge too. The look on her face as she came was exquisite, as was the wiggling and thrusting of her hips. My wife and her husband came as well. I was lost in my own world but while this was going on my lovely wife had her hand on her pussy watching Rob stroking his long cock. When it was done, something had changed between us. It was no longer awkward, we were friends. My wife stood up and grabbed the wine bottle, filled our glasses and then put the bottle in front of the computer screen. "That's my way of symbolically filling yours as well." She smiled wistfully, "If you were here I would hug you both." They smiled too and together we toasted each other and the delights of wild sex and then in the soft afterglow we said our goodbyes. The next day an email appeared in our mailbox. It said "Jan.n.Rob's picks of great halfway hotels. The cities were about halfway between the two homes. Definitely something to think about. "Do you think it's time?" I asked my wife. She lifted the half empty wine bottle from last night and smiled, "What do you think?"