Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by dressing up and acting like
a whore. She must have had the whole thing planned out because she sent me to
the store for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn't drink wine that often so it
made me just a bit suspicious when she insisted that i buy some, but i had no
idea what she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took about a half
hour. When I returned she greeted me looking like some hooker you'd find in an
alley somewhere.
She'd made her face up applying a very heavy base. Wearing long false eye-
lashes, very bright eye shadow, ruby red lipstick and a blond wig that I had
never seen before, my wife stood before me in only see-through black and red
bra with holes that her nipples stuck through, and a matching pair of crotch-
less panties that revealed her bush and meaty crack. She also wore a garter
belt, black fish-net stockings and to finish off her appearance, a pair of pink
high heels. She looked like something out of a sailor's dream.
I was speechless when I first saw her. I was dumfounded when she fell to
her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants, taking my cock out and slowly
licking the head until it started to stiffen. She then sucked if into her mouth
like a vacuum and made loud slurping noises while coating it with her hot
saliva. While she was sucking my cock i took the bottle of wine out of the bag
and unscrewed the cap. By this time she had pulled my pants down to my ankles,
and after removing my shoes she took them completely off me. As I filled up
two wine glasses she remained kneeling between my legs, cupping my balls and
licking them until they were soaking wet. I wasn't quite sure what else she had
in mind, but I sure as hell loved what she'd done so far.
After standing up and accepting the wine I offered, we clanked our glasses
together in a toast. She said, "Here's to being your whore." That was easy to
drink to. Then she grabbed me by my still-hard cock and led me in to the bed-
room where the lights had been dimmed to a romantic glow. After a long wet kiss
while jerking me off to keep me hard, she sat me on the edge of the bed, went
to the stereo, put on an album and began to dance lewdly. She was putting on a
show for me, and as I sat there watching her move sensually to the music, cupp-
ing her tits and squeezing them, thrusting her pussy out at me and grinding her
hips. I could hardly believe that this was my wife. The image that she was
creating was driving me crazy and hot with lust.
Every few minutes, she would bend over and kiss me, stroking my cock again
and again as a tease. I felt as though my dick was going to explode, and I
knew that was just what she wanted. Moving away from me while continuing to
dance, she reached behind her to unsnap the peek-a-boo bra that barely covered
her tits. They bounced into sight and she shook her shoulders from side to
side to make them wiggle. Then, while sticking her tongue out and running it
tantalizingly across her lips, she held her tits and pinched her nipples until
they were red and swollen - like my cock.
I wanted to grab her and fuck that hairy pussy in the worst way, but she
wasn't done with her show yet. Turning around so that her ass was to me, she
bent over at the waist and spread her legs wide so that her whole pussy and
asshole were plainly visible. To the beat of the music she pumped her ass up
and down, clenching and unclenching her brown-eye, and then slid her hand down
between her legs to rub her pussy lips so that I could see the juices gleaming
on her fingers. While continuing to stroke her crack she turned her head toward
me while licking her lips. "This cunt is all yours tonight," she said. "I want
you to fuck it as much as you like."
That was all I could take. I leapt up, grabbed her ass-cheeks and rammed my
throbbing cock into her, slamming it in and out until she was moaning at the
top of her lungs. The louder she moaned, the harder I fucked her. I wasn't
fucking my wife, but some horny slut who couldn't get enough cock. I didn't
want to come yet so I pulled out my cock and with one quick loud slap on her
ass I told her to get on the bed, which she did.
On all fours I knelt over her face and inserted my slippery cock into her
mouth and began to fuck her face, just as I had done to her cunt. With my balls
slapping against her chin I continued to fill her mouth with my pumping cock,
telling her at the same time to play with her pussy and keep it wet. With muff-
led, gurgling noises emanating from her cock-filled mouth, she lifted both her
long, sexy legs in the air and began to rub clit and pussy until she made her-
self come.
I withdrew from her mouth and positioned myself between her legs. Guiding
my cock into her hole, I sunk it in as far as it would go. While she begged,
"Fuck me, fuck me." I did exactly that until my balls exploded and fired a
stream of cum into her throbbing cunt. She came again. At that moment we both
cried out from the intense pleasure of our orgasms, and then lay still as our
perspiration dripped on to the sheets.
We fucked two more times that night. It was a great night of whoring and I'm
waiting for the next time she gets the urge look and act like a slut.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Good Girl
My first wife,Betty,was what you'd call a nice girl--pretty,honey-blonde,
soft-spoken,dependable,reserved.Our love life wasn't much though...not what
I'd hoped for when we got married.She seemed to have inhibitions about any
but the most "normal" sex acts,and I couldn't get a handle on them.However,
sometimes she seemed to hesitate before saying no,and I eventually persuaded
her to tell me why.
It turned out that she'd had fantasies about doing all sorts of things,but
out of guilt she'd always envisioned them as happening to an alter ego who
she called Nita."Nita is a bad girl",she told me.
"Well..couldn't you be Nita for me in bed?" I asked her.
She shook her head."I'd still know I'm Betty",she said.I thought about that.
The next day I bought her a dark wig,since she'd told me Nita didn't look
like her."When you wear this wig,you're Nita",I told her.She hesitated,but
said she'd try it.
That night,after she undressed,she put the wig on.She looked at herself in
the mirror,psyching herself up.Then we had the best sex we'd ever had.After-
wards,she took the wig off,kissed me goodnight,and went to sleep.
We started doing this several nights a week.I learned more things about Nita.
Nita never ate her vegetables,Nita went to reform school,Nita used blue
language(Betty *never* did),Nita smoked(or so she told me;this was a real
surprise,since Betty had made me quit when we got married),Nita played with
herself--and didn't mind my watching.I liked going to bed with Nita.The
thought crossed my mind that if I could get her to sleep in the wig rather
than going back to being Betty after sex,I might be able to get sex out of
her in the mornings too.
Betty told me that she didn't have any sleepwear that would suit Nita...all
her nightgowns were at least knee-length,and Nita was something of an ex-
hibitionist.I got out a catalogue from a sexy-underwear place that Betty
had told me I was perverted for getting,and asked her to pick out something
for Nita.She selected a pair of crotchless panties and a peekaboo bra.We
ordered them,and after they came she began to be Nita all night.
Within a few months,she was Nita all night,every night.The more she did
things that Betty would never have dreamed of doing,the less she thought of
herself as Betty.She took to wearing plenty of cheap makeup,and I got her
a broader wardrobe of ultrasexy underwear.I took to thinking how I could
get her to spend even more time as Nita.
Every morning she would scrub and turn into trim,prim Betty;every night she
would change into her wig and blatant undies and become pouty,naughty Nita.
I decided to get her some clothes to wear around the house that would suit
Nita.My first try was less than successful;the clothes I got her were way
too sexy for Betty,but not vulgar enough for Nita.She had to tighten and
shorten and slit everything to make them right."You'll have to go out shop-
ping for yourself,Nita",I told her.She shook her head;that was too much for
her...yet.
Now that she had clothes to wear around the house,she became Nita around
dinnertime,and increasingly stayed Nita through breakfast.I noticed she got
a bit dirty at times."Nita never washes",she told me.
"Nita...you're not Betty.You should say 'I'",I corrected her.The less she
thought of being Nita as an act,the better she was at it.She accepted the
correction,and from then on we often showered together,with me washing her,
though she had to wash her wig and her hair separately.
After about six weeks,I finally got her to go out shopping with me as Nita
to get some more Nita-type clothes.Like before,the stuff I suggested to her
never seemed naughty *enough*.I was amazed at the transformation.Nita wore
ultra-short dresses,ultra-short hot pants,peekaboo blouses,net or seamed
stockings that she would keep wearing even with runs in them.When she wore
panties--about half the time--they would either be crotchless or she would
wet them and never mind the smell.Nita was still nervous outside the house,
though,and I decided to build her confidence.
After a while I brought home a pack of cigarettes.After she had become Nita,
I showed them to her."I know you smoke,Nita",I said,"but I've never seen
you do it.Wouldn't you like a cigarette?" She took one slowly.I lit it for
her,and lit up myself for the first time in a long while.It felt good.I
showed her how to smoke,and after a little while she got the hang of it.
I encouraged her every evening,and in a month Nita was smoking more than I
was.I grew to love the way she ripped the top off a pack and stuffed the
cigarettes into her stocking tops,occasionally lifting her skirt to take
one out and light it from one she'd smoked to the bottom,and the way she
insouciantly blew smoke in my face.I had to live with the way she used
*anything* for an ashtray...that was the way Nita was,cheap and dirty.Most
important,once she had the habit,her strong concepts of her Betty self as a
non-smoker and her Nita self as a smoker made her feel less at home being
Betty and more at home being Nita.We started going out together regularly,
and she won some wet T-shirt contests(the kind of place I went with Nita
was very different from the place I had gone with Betty).
That summer we went to a topless beach,but I noticed Nita was ill at ease.
She occasionally checked her wig.I asked her about it later,and she said
she was nervous about anyone who knew Betty recognizing her.I got some hair
dye and we colored her body hair to match her wig rather than the hair on her
head,but it didn't help much.I thought about the problem.
A week later I bought a wig that looked a lot like Betty's hair,and another,
redheaded wig.When Betty got home that day I showed them to her."This wig is
for Betty",I told her,"and this one is for Nita".
"But Nita--"
"Nita *shaves her head*",I said,adding an embellishment of my own to Nita's
naughtiness for the first time.
Betty gulped,but accepted my suggestion.She took off her clothes,and I led
her to a mirror.First with scissors,then with a razor,I carefully shaved her
bald.She looked with wonderment at her changed appearance.She had symbolical-
ly crossed the line from being Betty,who occasionally pretended to be "Nita"
for me,to being Nita,who occasionally pretended to be "Betty" for the out-
side world.A wig falling off could never reveal Nita as Betty,only Betty as
Nita.
Nita didn't wear the redheaded wig much,but since she had started occasion-
ally flashing people,she occasionally used it to change her appearance.
About this time,since Nita had told me pictures of her appeared in men's
magazines,I started taking some and sending them to tacky sexy-letters mag-
azines...PLAYBOY et al were too respectable for Nita.Some of them got bought.
Nita was delighted,but it embarassed Betty so much I saw even less of her.
Not long after this we moved.Although we were still in the same metropolitan
area,we had crossed a state line,which meant we needed new driver's licenses.
I asked Nita if she could drive,and readily fibbing up a history,she said
she had been hot-wiring cars since she was twelve.I challenged her to get a
license of her own rather than renewing Betty's.Nita went down to the motor
vehicle office and got a learner's permit,and then took her written and road
tests--she entertained me with stories of how the instructor made eyes at her
and she teased him.Soon Nita had her own driver's license with her picture
on it,and Betty's had expired,which meant she had to commute to work as Nita,
changing clothes and wig in a bathroom;I hardly ever saw Betty around the
house after that.Since her driver's license was such an important ID,Betty
transferred her bank accounts into Nita's name.
A couple of months later,we decided to take our vacations together in the
Bahamas.Nita rummaged through her things(she had far more clothes than Betty
did by now) and found an old passport of Betty's,but it had expired."I
don't want to take my vacation with Betty",I told her,"I want to take my
vacation with you." With her driver's license,her bank ID,and some fancy
ootwork,we managed to get Nita a passport.While in the Bahamas,she got her
name tattooed on her ass.
After we got back,we moved again,this time only a short distance.Betty had
introduced herself to the neighbors in the last place,and they had wondered
about us since they saw more of Nita than they did of Betty.In the new place
Nita was Nita to everybody,even if it grossed them out.In fact,Nita took very
few of her "Betty" things along on this move.
I had lunch with Betty a few times,just for variety,but now that I knew life
with Nita I didn't understand what I'd ever seen in her.She was so dull.
About this time Betty's brother,who had been ill in the hospital for many
years,took a turn for the worse.He was the only relative she had,and she
visited him often.Before long he died,and she had barely gotten over that
when her boss,who had been less than understanding of the situation,fired
her.Not wanting Nita to suffer over Betty's problems,I suggested that she
get a job herself.
After she won another wet T-shirt contest,she managed to get a job in a top-
less bar.It was just the kind of job that suited her.She was nervous at first
over the fact that she was expected not only to hustle cheap champagne but
be fondled and suck off customers for extra cash.I told her it was okay as
long as she told me about everything,steered clear of disease(Nita had her
own doctor now;Betty hadn't been to one since we moved),and gave me the
money.If I wanted to live with Nita,I had to live with the kind of woman Nita
was.I went to the bar often,not only watching Nita,but all the people watch-
ing her.I placed bets with myself over whether customers would ask her into
one of the private rooms.I was glad to see her become the most popular
"hostess" in the place.
Through a regular at the bar we learned about a private sex club and became
regulars there.Nita found a job at another topless bar that paid a little
better,and I managed not to let anyone there know she lived with me...as far
as they knew I was just another man who came to stuff tips in her G-string
and buy overpriced booze from her.
One day Nita told me a patron had asked if she could appear in an X-rated
movie he wanted to produce.After hearing that the man had a good record in
the field,I told her to do it.All the men who'd seen her bod in magazines
deserved a chance to see it on film,and those who'd seen her in the flesh
deserved a permanent record.
We went to California,where Nita did the movie and got offers to do several
more.The producer told us she was a real find,and paid to have her boobs
enlarged a bit,but Nita felt being a movie star didn't fit with her image as
a cheap slut,and decided to wait a few months at least before doing another
picture.
We went to Reno,and in the tackiest quickie-wedding chapel we could find,I
formally married my second wife,Nita.As we sped off in a rented convertible,
Nita reached under her saucy minidress,took off her panties and exuberantly
threw them out of the car.When we got home,I inserted a wedding ring in her
nipple.
We gave away the last of Betty's clothes,and buried her college diploma and
a few of her odds and ends in the back yard as a sort of funeral.There really
wasn't any reason to have her around any more.
I love life with Nita.She's my kind of girl.
soft-spoken,dependable,reserved.Our love life wasn't much though...not what
I'd hoped for when we got married.She seemed to have inhibitions about any
but the most "normal" sex acts,and I couldn't get a handle on them.However,
sometimes she seemed to hesitate before saying no,and I eventually persuaded
her to tell me why.
It turned out that she'd had fantasies about doing all sorts of things,but
out of guilt she'd always envisioned them as happening to an alter ego who
she called Nita."Nita is a bad girl",she told me.
"Well..couldn't you be Nita for me in bed?" I asked her.
She shook her head."I'd still know I'm Betty",she said.I thought about that.
The next day I bought her a dark wig,since she'd told me Nita didn't look
like her."When you wear this wig,you're Nita",I told her.She hesitated,but
said she'd try it.
That night,after she undressed,she put the wig on.She looked at herself in
the mirror,psyching herself up.Then we had the best sex we'd ever had.After-
wards,she took the wig off,kissed me goodnight,and went to sleep.
We started doing this several nights a week.I learned more things about Nita.
Nita never ate her vegetables,Nita went to reform school,Nita used blue
language(Betty *never* did),Nita smoked(or so she told me;this was a real
surprise,since Betty had made me quit when we got married),Nita played with
herself--and didn't mind my watching.I liked going to bed with Nita.The
thought crossed my mind that if I could get her to sleep in the wig rather
than going back to being Betty after sex,I might be able to get sex out of
her in the mornings too.
Betty told me that she didn't have any sleepwear that would suit Nita...all
her nightgowns were at least knee-length,and Nita was something of an ex-
hibitionist.I got out a catalogue from a sexy-underwear place that Betty
had told me I was perverted for getting,and asked her to pick out something
for Nita.She selected a pair of crotchless panties and a peekaboo bra.We
ordered them,and after they came she began to be Nita all night.
Within a few months,she was Nita all night,every night.The more she did
things that Betty would never have dreamed of doing,the less she thought of
herself as Betty.She took to wearing plenty of cheap makeup,and I got her
a broader wardrobe of ultrasexy underwear.I took to thinking how I could
get her to spend even more time as Nita.
Every morning she would scrub and turn into trim,prim Betty;every night she
would change into her wig and blatant undies and become pouty,naughty Nita.
I decided to get her some clothes to wear around the house that would suit
Nita.My first try was less than successful;the clothes I got her were way
too sexy for Betty,but not vulgar enough for Nita.She had to tighten and
shorten and slit everything to make them right."You'll have to go out shop-
ping for yourself,Nita",I told her.She shook her head;that was too much for
her...yet.
Now that she had clothes to wear around the house,she became Nita around
dinnertime,and increasingly stayed Nita through breakfast.I noticed she got
a bit dirty at times."Nita never washes",she told me.
"Nita...you're not Betty.You should say 'I'",I corrected her.The less she
thought of being Nita as an act,the better she was at it.She accepted the
correction,and from then on we often showered together,with me washing her,
though she had to wash her wig and her hair separately.
After about six weeks,I finally got her to go out shopping with me as Nita
to get some more Nita-type clothes.Like before,the stuff I suggested to her
never seemed naughty *enough*.I was amazed at the transformation.Nita wore
ultra-short dresses,ultra-short hot pants,peekaboo blouses,net or seamed
stockings that she would keep wearing even with runs in them.When she wore
panties--about half the time--they would either be crotchless or she would
wet them and never mind the smell.Nita was still nervous outside the house,
though,and I decided to build her confidence.
After a while I brought home a pack of cigarettes.After she had become Nita,
I showed them to her."I know you smoke,Nita",I said,"but I've never seen
you do it.Wouldn't you like a cigarette?" She took one slowly.I lit it for
her,and lit up myself for the first time in a long while.It felt good.I
showed her how to smoke,and after a little while she got the hang of it.
I encouraged her every evening,and in a month Nita was smoking more than I
was.I grew to love the way she ripped the top off a pack and stuffed the
cigarettes into her stocking tops,occasionally lifting her skirt to take
one out and light it from one she'd smoked to the bottom,and the way she
insouciantly blew smoke in my face.I had to live with the way she used
*anything* for an ashtray...that was the way Nita was,cheap and dirty.Most
important,once she had the habit,her strong concepts of her Betty self as a
non-smoker and her Nita self as a smoker made her feel less at home being
Betty and more at home being Nita.We started going out together regularly,
and she won some wet T-shirt contests(the kind of place I went with Nita
was very different from the place I had gone with Betty).
That summer we went to a topless beach,but I noticed Nita was ill at ease.
She occasionally checked her wig.I asked her about it later,and she said
she was nervous about anyone who knew Betty recognizing her.I got some hair
dye and we colored her body hair to match her wig rather than the hair on her
head,but it didn't help much.I thought about the problem.
A week later I bought a wig that looked a lot like Betty's hair,and another,
redheaded wig.When Betty got home that day I showed them to her."This wig is
for Betty",I told her,"and this one is for Nita".
"But Nita--"
"Nita *shaves her head*",I said,adding an embellishment of my own to Nita's
naughtiness for the first time.
Betty gulped,but accepted my suggestion.She took off her clothes,and I led
her to a mirror.First with scissors,then with a razor,I carefully shaved her
bald.She looked with wonderment at her changed appearance.She had symbolical-
ly crossed the line from being Betty,who occasionally pretended to be "Nita"
for me,to being Nita,who occasionally pretended to be "Betty" for the out-
side world.A wig falling off could never reveal Nita as Betty,only Betty as
Nita.
Nita didn't wear the redheaded wig much,but since she had started occasion-
ally flashing people,she occasionally used it to change her appearance.
About this time,since Nita had told me pictures of her appeared in men's
magazines,I started taking some and sending them to tacky sexy-letters mag-
azines...PLAYBOY et al were too respectable for Nita.Some of them got bought.
Nita was delighted,but it embarassed Betty so much I saw even less of her.
Not long after this we moved.Although we were still in the same metropolitan
area,we had crossed a state line,which meant we needed new driver's licenses.
I asked Nita if she could drive,and readily fibbing up a history,she said
she had been hot-wiring cars since she was twelve.I challenged her to get a
license of her own rather than renewing Betty's.Nita went down to the motor
vehicle office and got a learner's permit,and then took her written and road
tests--she entertained me with stories of how the instructor made eyes at her
and she teased him.Soon Nita had her own driver's license with her picture
on it,and Betty's had expired,which meant she had to commute to work as Nita,
changing clothes and wig in a bathroom;I hardly ever saw Betty around the
house after that.Since her driver's license was such an important ID,Betty
transferred her bank accounts into Nita's name.
A couple of months later,we decided to take our vacations together in the
Bahamas.Nita rummaged through her things(she had far more clothes than Betty
did by now) and found an old passport of Betty's,but it had expired."I
don't want to take my vacation with Betty",I told her,"I want to take my
vacation with you." With her driver's license,her bank ID,and some fancy
ootwork,we managed to get Nita a passport.While in the Bahamas,she got her
name tattooed on her ass.
After we got back,we moved again,this time only a short distance.Betty had
introduced herself to the neighbors in the last place,and they had wondered
about us since they saw more of Nita than they did of Betty.In the new place
Nita was Nita to everybody,even if it grossed them out.In fact,Nita took very
few of her "Betty" things along on this move.
I had lunch with Betty a few times,just for variety,but now that I knew life
with Nita I didn't understand what I'd ever seen in her.She was so dull.
About this time Betty's brother,who had been ill in the hospital for many
years,took a turn for the worse.He was the only relative she had,and she
visited him often.Before long he died,and she had barely gotten over that
when her boss,who had been less than understanding of the situation,fired
her.Not wanting Nita to suffer over Betty's problems,I suggested that she
get a job herself.
After she won another wet T-shirt contest,she managed to get a job in a top-
less bar.It was just the kind of job that suited her.She was nervous at first
over the fact that she was expected not only to hustle cheap champagne but
be fondled and suck off customers for extra cash.I told her it was okay as
long as she told me about everything,steered clear of disease(Nita had her
own doctor now;Betty hadn't been to one since we moved),and gave me the
money.If I wanted to live with Nita,I had to live with the kind of woman Nita
was.I went to the bar often,not only watching Nita,but all the people watch-
ing her.I placed bets with myself over whether customers would ask her into
one of the private rooms.I was glad to see her become the most popular
"hostess" in the place.
Through a regular at the bar we learned about a private sex club and became
regulars there.Nita found a job at another topless bar that paid a little
better,and I managed not to let anyone there know she lived with me...as far
as they knew I was just another man who came to stuff tips in her G-string
and buy overpriced booze from her.
One day Nita told me a patron had asked if she could appear in an X-rated
movie he wanted to produce.After hearing that the man had a good record in
the field,I told her to do it.All the men who'd seen her bod in magazines
deserved a chance to see it on film,and those who'd seen her in the flesh
deserved a permanent record.
We went to California,where Nita did the movie and got offers to do several
more.The producer told us she was a real find,and paid to have her boobs
enlarged a bit,but Nita felt being a movie star didn't fit with her image as
a cheap slut,and decided to wait a few months at least before doing another
picture.
We went to Reno,and in the tackiest quickie-wedding chapel we could find,I
formally married my second wife,Nita.As we sped off in a rented convertible,
Nita reached under her saucy minidress,took off her panties and exuberantly
threw them out of the car.When we got home,I inserted a wedding ring in her
nipple.
We gave away the last of Betty's clothes,and buried her college diploma and
a few of her odds and ends in the back yard as a sort of funeral.There really
wasn't any reason to have her around any more.
I love life with Nita.She's my kind of girl.
I Dare You
Sometimes my husband and I like to play a
game we call "I Dare You." It all started innocently
enough. We were at an amusement park, and Chad
dared me to go on the big roller coaster. I did it, and
then dared him to go on this scary free-fall ride. He
wouldn't do it, and I said instead he'd have to do
anything I wanted in the bedroom that night when we
got home. He agreed, and I made him eat me for an
hour. It was great.
After that day, we decided to keep playing "I
Dare You," and always with the same rules. The person
who wouldn't take the dare had to do whatever the
other person wanted in the bedroom for an hour. One
day when I lost, Chad said he wanted to extend the
repayment activities to outside the bedroom. He had
me dress in a real thin blouse, with no bra, and made
me go to a mall on the other side of town with him,
exposing my practically bare tits to everybody who
wanted to look at me. Little did he know I'd been
showing my body off to people in public for the last
couple of years. I had no idea Chad was interested in
this sort of thing, and it thrilled me to do it for him. To be
able to share my exhibitionist tendencies with my
husband was a real turn-on, and when we got back to
the car, Chad fingered me to orgasm right there in the
parking lot.
The next time Chad dared me to do something I
purposely didn't do it, just so I'd lose the dare. Chad
told me to put on a short tennis skirt, and a loose tank
top, with no bra. He also gave me a pair of very
naughty panties he'd ordered for me from a mail order
catalogue, and made me wear them. They were
white see through, and my pubic hair was clearly visible
beneath the thin material, along with the slit and folds
of my cunt. Then we went back to the mall across
town again.
Inside the mall, Chad told me to go to this
athletic shoe store and try on shoes alone. He said he
would follow me in and watch. He told me to let the
clerk see my pussy, and when I did I got so wet I could
smell my essence, and so could the clerk, I'm sure. The
poor kid got so flustered looking up my skirt his cock got
hard. I felt sorry for him, especially when I
"accidentally" touched his dick with my toes. He
looked up at me, startled, and I just smiled at him and
said, "Oh, gee, sorry." Then I giggled. His face turned
beet red, and I bet he jacked off as soon as we left the
store.
We walked all through the mall, and the tank top
I was wearing was so loose my tits were visible through
the sides of the armholes. Chad told me he could
even see my nipples through the thin top, and by the
time we left I told Chad my panties were so wet it felt
like I'd peed in them.
"Do it," he said, when we got to the car.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Pee in your panties. Right here, Annie. Right out
here in the open."
For a moment I was shocked, but then I got the
strangest feeling, and I did it. I actually stood there
and pissed, feeling it running down my legs and into my
shoes. As Chad watched me his cock started growing.
When I finished, Chad told me to get into the car, and I
did.
"Take them off and give them to me," he said, his
eyes nasty looking. He was unzipping his pants, and he
took his cock out. It was real hard, and jism was starting
to drip out the end of it. I slid the wet panties down
over my feet and gave them to Chad, as he
requested, wondering what he was going to do with
them.
"Now suck me. Blow me, right here," he said, and
while I watched, he slowly brought the panties to his
mouth and started sucking them.
"Oh Chad," I groaned, fingering my prissy pussy as
I went down on him. I put his dick in my mouth and
licked the jiz off the end of it. As usual, it was sweet,
warm and slippery, just the way I like it. I couldn't get
the thought of Chad sucking my piss soaked panties
out of my mind, and almost immediately Chad began
coming in my mouth, filling it with his thick honey-cum.
I took his cock out and let some of it spray on my face,
which Chad loves, then moved up next to him and
kissed him. He licked the cum off my cheeks and lips,
then sponged my face off with my wet panties.
"Taste them," he said, his voice trembling with lust.
I did, sucking deeply on the wispy underwear, tasting
the acrid almost bittersweet taste of my pee mingled
with the sweetness of Chad's cum.
"Oh FUCK!" I cried out, fingering myself furiously as
another powerful orgasm blasted through my body.
"What a delicious kick. What made you think of doing
something like this?" I asked, and Chad just grinned at
me and said we were just getting started.
Later that week, I lost another dare, and Chad
told me he wanted to include a couple of friends of his
in our game. When I asked who, he told me Ben and
Lenny, two members of Chad's bowling team. Both of
them are in their early fifties, much older than Chad
and I. I'm only 28, Chad's 35, and we're both in
excellent condition. Ben and Lenny are a little
paunchy, and neither one is very good looking. Also
the poor bastards are both married to fat, plain looking
women. Still, they are rather sexy. I mean, the hungry
way they always look at me when I go watch Chad
bowl is a turn-on sometimes. To see that much
admiration and desire in a couple of old geeks is a
compliment. I wondered what Chad wanted me to
do for, or with, them, and in a way I was getting
excited just thinking about it.
After bowling, Chad invited Lenny and Ben to
come home with us. When we got there, he asked me
to go change into something sexy while he got beers
for the guys and himself. I asked him how sexy, and he
just grinned at me and said, "So Lenny and Ben can see
everything, baby. Your tits, your cunt, and your ass,
okay? Then they're going to fuck you."
My pussy was tingling so much when I got to the
bedroom I had to touch it. Immediately I had an
orgasm, which only made me hornier. I went to my
panty dresser and got out a very sheer, sexy negligee
and put it on. It was pale lavender, with lots of lace,
cut low in front and very short, so short it didn't cover
my pussy. Then I put on a pair of matching panties,
with a big slit in front, so I could get fucked right
through them without taking them off. I also put on a
pair of elastic nylons, pulling them up over my thighs. I
looked at myself in the mirror, and admired the slutty
vision I saw there. I was a picture of erotic sensuality.
My large tits were straining against the thin fabric of the
nighty, with my aureoles and nipples clearly visible. My
pussy was wet, and also clearly visible, and the panties
were so narrow my cunt hair stuck out around the
edges of the bikini underwear.
Thrilled to be able to expose myself like this to
someone other than Chad, I walked back into the
living room to greet my audience. Chad had turned
down all the lights, and lit several candles around the
room, creating a sexy atmosphere. A sensual SADE CD
was playing on the stereo, and when I walked into the
room the men all just gasped.
"Holy fuck!" Lenny said. "She's a fucking goddess."
"Oh baby, you can say that again," Ben echoed.
Basking in the attention of these horny old men, I
asked Chad what he wanted me to do next.
"Dance for us," he said. "Play with yourself for us.
Let these guys see how wet your pussy gets when
you're hot."
I began to let my body sway, to and fro, in time
with the sexy music. Casually I began to caress my tits,
fingering the nipples between my thumb and
forefinger. I smiled at Lenny and Ben as I danced over
directly in front of them. I was really getting hot now,
and as I moved my hands down my body toward my
cunt, I told them to take their cocks out.
"W...what did she say?" Ben stammered.
"She said to take your cocks out, like this," Chad
said, unzipping, pulling his erect cock out, fondling it in
front of the men.
"Really?" Lenny asked, unbelieving.
"Then she'll want you to fuck her, if you want,
won't you baby," Chad said.
"Yes. Do it," I breathed, sliding a finger inside my
pussy through the slit in the panties I was wearing.
The men took their cocks out and started jacking
off for me. Ben was uncircumcised, and I noticed how
much more foreskin he had than Lenny or Chad.
Suddenly I wanted to see what it would feel like in my
mouth, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and
simply started sucking his cock before he could say a
thing.
"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned, as I pressed the tip of
my tongue all around the head of his cock, sucking on
the foreskin, nibbling on it, chewing it like some kind of
sexy gum.
"Unbelievable," Lenny gasped, and I heard Chad
tell him to get behind me and fuck me.
"Really?" Lenny said, and Chad said yeah, that I
loved cock.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he said, and I
saw him unbuckle his pants and take them off. He was
wearing old man's boxer shorts, and he pulled them
off, too, revealing a flabby belly and thick, hard cock.
His balls were swollen and tight, and when he moved
behind me I reached back and pulled the edge of my
panties aside so he could stick his dick in my pussy.
"Hmmmmm!" I hummed, my mouth full of Ben's
cock as Lenny slid his dick inside me. It felt good,
different than Chad's, thicker, but not as long. A
different sensation, and I liked it, especially since I was
doing it in front of my husband and Ben.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum," Ben groaned, and I
reached up beneath his balls and slid a finger behind
them, over his anus, rubbing it. It was all sweaty, and it
didn't take much for me to push my finger up inside his
asshole. That was all it took. He grunted, his cock
jerked, and suddenly it was filling my mouth with thick,
juicy spurts of hot cum. I sucked the cum into my
mouth without swallowing, and when my mouth was
full I pulled away, letting him spew a few more bursts on
my face.
I turned so Chad and Lenny could see me, and
began pushing the cum out of my mouth with my
tongue, letting it run down my chin to my neck. It felt
so sexy, I wanted more. I pulled away from Lenny,
forcing him to remove his cock from my cunt. Then I
turned around and crawled beneath his cock.
"Cum on my face," I said. "Do it all over me.
Make me feel like a nasty slut!"
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!" Lenny groaned, and his
cock started spurting all over me. He shot one burst
into my hair, and it ran down over my forehead. Most
of it landed on my cheeks, until I stuck my tongue way
out. Then he leaned over and dumped a huge load of
cum all over my outstretched tongue.
Chad was jerking off like crazy, and I crawled
over to him and took his cock inside my mouth, letting
him feel the hot, mushy load of cum there that Ben
and Lenny had given me.
"Oh baby, I love you," he moaned, and then he,
too, was pumping cum inside my mouth. Again I
waited until I had a mouthful, then pulled back and let
him shoot off the rest of it all over my face. When he
was finished, I crawled up his body and began French
kissing him, pushing the cum from the men into Chad's
mouth.
"Eat it," I hissed, spitting inside his mouth. "Eat all
that nice, rich cream, baby. Suck my tongue, like it was
a cock. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you. You'd like
to suck a hot cock and have it cum in your mouth like I
just did, wouldn't you."
"Yes!" he hissed, and I was startled. I'd just been
saying that shit to tease him. Now he was admitting
he'd like to suck a cock. Amazing. I thought about it as
I continued to push cum into his mouth, and I decided
I'd like to see him do it. Suddenly I got an idea.
"Ben, you didn't get a chance to fuck me, did
you. Wouldn't you like to?" I asked, flopping down onto
the couch, spreading my legs for him.
"Fuck yeah, I'd like to," he said.
"Then let Chad suck your cock until it gets hard so
you can fuck me."
Ben looked at Chad, and Chad looked at me. I
told him to do it, to suck Ben's dick and get it hard for
me so it could fuck me. Chad turned to Ben, then
dropped in front of him, and began doing it. My
husband was actually sucking a cock, right there in
front of me.
Ben groaned, and when he was hard, Chad
grasped the cock he'd been sucking and brought it
over to me, inserting it inside my pussy. Then he lay
down next to me, and I had Lenny come over and
give us his cock, which Chad and I both began
sucking, together, until it got hard. When I felt Lenny
was ready to come, I took his cock and held it against
Chad's lips, jerking on it until it started spurting. some of
the cum landed on my lips, and I sucked it into my
mouth, savoring the taste, but most of it landed on
Chad.
"Open your mouth. Taste it," I said, my voice
husky, consumed with lust. Chad did it, and I jerked on
Lenny's cock until it was spurting more cum, directly into
Chad's mouth. It was a fucking hot scene, especially
when Ben started coming. He filled my cunt with jism,
and when he was through I made Chad go down on
me and eat that, too. It was the hottest fucking day
and night of my life, and I intend to repeat it, often....
game we call "I Dare You." It all started innocently
enough. We were at an amusement park, and Chad
dared me to go on the big roller coaster. I did it, and
then dared him to go on this scary free-fall ride. He
wouldn't do it, and I said instead he'd have to do
anything I wanted in the bedroom that night when we
got home. He agreed, and I made him eat me for an
hour. It was great.
After that day, we decided to keep playing "I
Dare You," and always with the same rules. The person
who wouldn't take the dare had to do whatever the
other person wanted in the bedroom for an hour. One
day when I lost, Chad said he wanted to extend the
repayment activities to outside the bedroom. He had
me dress in a real thin blouse, with no bra, and made
me go to a mall on the other side of town with him,
exposing my practically bare tits to everybody who
wanted to look at me. Little did he know I'd been
showing my body off to people in public for the last
couple of years. I had no idea Chad was interested in
this sort of thing, and it thrilled me to do it for him. To be
able to share my exhibitionist tendencies with my
husband was a real turn-on, and when we got back to
the car, Chad fingered me to orgasm right there in the
parking lot.
The next time Chad dared me to do something I
purposely didn't do it, just so I'd lose the dare. Chad
told me to put on a short tennis skirt, and a loose tank
top, with no bra. He also gave me a pair of very
naughty panties he'd ordered for me from a mail order
catalogue, and made me wear them. They were
white see through, and my pubic hair was clearly visible
beneath the thin material, along with the slit and folds
of my cunt. Then we went back to the mall across
town again.
Inside the mall, Chad told me to go to this
athletic shoe store and try on shoes alone. He said he
would follow me in and watch. He told me to let the
clerk see my pussy, and when I did I got so wet I could
smell my essence, and so could the clerk, I'm sure. The
poor kid got so flustered looking up my skirt his cock got
hard. I felt sorry for him, especially when I
"accidentally" touched his dick with my toes. He
looked up at me, startled, and I just smiled at him and
said, "Oh, gee, sorry." Then I giggled. His face turned
beet red, and I bet he jacked off as soon as we left the
store.
We walked all through the mall, and the tank top
I was wearing was so loose my tits were visible through
the sides of the armholes. Chad told me he could
even see my nipples through the thin top, and by the
time we left I told Chad my panties were so wet it felt
like I'd peed in them.
"Do it," he said, when we got to the car.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Pee in your panties. Right here, Annie. Right out
here in the open."
For a moment I was shocked, but then I got the
strangest feeling, and I did it. I actually stood there
and pissed, feeling it running down my legs and into my
shoes. As Chad watched me his cock started growing.
When I finished, Chad told me to get into the car, and I
did.
"Take them off and give them to me," he said, his
eyes nasty looking. He was unzipping his pants, and he
took his cock out. It was real hard, and jism was starting
to drip out the end of it. I slid the wet panties down
over my feet and gave them to Chad, as he
requested, wondering what he was going to do with
them.
"Now suck me. Blow me, right here," he said, and
while I watched, he slowly brought the panties to his
mouth and started sucking them.
"Oh Chad," I groaned, fingering my prissy pussy as
I went down on him. I put his dick in my mouth and
licked the jiz off the end of it. As usual, it was sweet,
warm and slippery, just the way I like it. I couldn't get
the thought of Chad sucking my piss soaked panties
out of my mind, and almost immediately Chad began
coming in my mouth, filling it with his thick honey-cum.
I took his cock out and let some of it spray on my face,
which Chad loves, then moved up next to him and
kissed him. He licked the cum off my cheeks and lips,
then sponged my face off with my wet panties.
"Taste them," he said, his voice trembling with lust.
I did, sucking deeply on the wispy underwear, tasting
the acrid almost bittersweet taste of my pee mingled
with the sweetness of Chad's cum.
"Oh FUCK!" I cried out, fingering myself furiously as
another powerful orgasm blasted through my body.
"What a delicious kick. What made you think of doing
something like this?" I asked, and Chad just grinned at
me and said we were just getting started.
Later that week, I lost another dare, and Chad
told me he wanted to include a couple of friends of his
in our game. When I asked who, he told me Ben and
Lenny, two members of Chad's bowling team. Both of
them are in their early fifties, much older than Chad
and I. I'm only 28, Chad's 35, and we're both in
excellent condition. Ben and Lenny are a little
paunchy, and neither one is very good looking. Also
the poor bastards are both married to fat, plain looking
women. Still, they are rather sexy. I mean, the hungry
way they always look at me when I go watch Chad
bowl is a turn-on sometimes. To see that much
admiration and desire in a couple of old geeks is a
compliment. I wondered what Chad wanted me to
do for, or with, them, and in a way I was getting
excited just thinking about it.
After bowling, Chad invited Lenny and Ben to
come home with us. When we got there, he asked me
to go change into something sexy while he got beers
for the guys and himself. I asked him how sexy, and he
just grinned at me and said, "So Lenny and Ben can see
everything, baby. Your tits, your cunt, and your ass,
okay? Then they're going to fuck you."
My pussy was tingling so much when I got to the
bedroom I had to touch it. Immediately I had an
orgasm, which only made me hornier. I went to my
panty dresser and got out a very sheer, sexy negligee
and put it on. It was pale lavender, with lots of lace,
cut low in front and very short, so short it didn't cover
my pussy. Then I put on a pair of matching panties,
with a big slit in front, so I could get fucked right
through them without taking them off. I also put on a
pair of elastic nylons, pulling them up over my thighs. I
looked at myself in the mirror, and admired the slutty
vision I saw there. I was a picture of erotic sensuality.
My large tits were straining against the thin fabric of the
nighty, with my aureoles and nipples clearly visible. My
pussy was wet, and also clearly visible, and the panties
were so narrow my cunt hair stuck out around the
edges of the bikini underwear.
Thrilled to be able to expose myself like this to
someone other than Chad, I walked back into the
living room to greet my audience. Chad had turned
down all the lights, and lit several candles around the
room, creating a sexy atmosphere. A sensual SADE CD
was playing on the stereo, and when I walked into the
room the men all just gasped.
"Holy fuck!" Lenny said. "She's a fucking goddess."
"Oh baby, you can say that again," Ben echoed.
Basking in the attention of these horny old men, I
asked Chad what he wanted me to do next.
"Dance for us," he said. "Play with yourself for us.
Let these guys see how wet your pussy gets when
you're hot."
I began to let my body sway, to and fro, in time
with the sexy music. Casually I began to caress my tits,
fingering the nipples between my thumb and
forefinger. I smiled at Lenny and Ben as I danced over
directly in front of them. I was really getting hot now,
and as I moved my hands down my body toward my
cunt, I told them to take their cocks out.
"W...what did she say?" Ben stammered.
"She said to take your cocks out, like this," Chad
said, unzipping, pulling his erect cock out, fondling it in
front of the men.
"Really?" Lenny asked, unbelieving.
"Then she'll want you to fuck her, if you want,
won't you baby," Chad said.
"Yes. Do it," I breathed, sliding a finger inside my
pussy through the slit in the panties I was wearing.
The men took their cocks out and started jacking
off for me. Ben was uncircumcised, and I noticed how
much more foreskin he had than Lenny or Chad.
Suddenly I wanted to see what it would feel like in my
mouth, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and
simply started sucking his cock before he could say a
thing.
"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned, as I pressed the tip of
my tongue all around the head of his cock, sucking on
the foreskin, nibbling on it, chewing it like some kind of
sexy gum.
"Unbelievable," Lenny gasped, and I heard Chad
tell him to get behind me and fuck me.
"Really?" Lenny said, and Chad said yeah, that I
loved cock.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he said, and I
saw him unbuckle his pants and take them off. He was
wearing old man's boxer shorts, and he pulled them
off, too, revealing a flabby belly and thick, hard cock.
His balls were swollen and tight, and when he moved
behind me I reached back and pulled the edge of my
panties aside so he could stick his dick in my pussy.
"Hmmmmm!" I hummed, my mouth full of Ben's
cock as Lenny slid his dick inside me. It felt good,
different than Chad's, thicker, but not as long. A
different sensation, and I liked it, especially since I was
doing it in front of my husband and Ben.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum," Ben groaned, and I
reached up beneath his balls and slid a finger behind
them, over his anus, rubbing it. It was all sweaty, and it
didn't take much for me to push my finger up inside his
asshole. That was all it took. He grunted, his cock
jerked, and suddenly it was filling my mouth with thick,
juicy spurts of hot cum. I sucked the cum into my
mouth without swallowing, and when my mouth was
full I pulled away, letting him spew a few more bursts on
my face.
I turned so Chad and Lenny could see me, and
began pushing the cum out of my mouth with my
tongue, letting it run down my chin to my neck. It felt
so sexy, I wanted more. I pulled away from Lenny,
forcing him to remove his cock from my cunt. Then I
turned around and crawled beneath his cock.
"Cum on my face," I said. "Do it all over me.
Make me feel like a nasty slut!"
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!" Lenny groaned, and his
cock started spurting all over me. He shot one burst
into my hair, and it ran down over my forehead. Most
of it landed on my cheeks, until I stuck my tongue way
out. Then he leaned over and dumped a huge load of
cum all over my outstretched tongue.
Chad was jerking off like crazy, and I crawled
over to him and took his cock inside my mouth, letting
him feel the hot, mushy load of cum there that Ben
and Lenny had given me.
"Oh baby, I love you," he moaned, and then he,
too, was pumping cum inside my mouth. Again I
waited until I had a mouthful, then pulled back and let
him shoot off the rest of it all over my face. When he
was finished, I crawled up his body and began French
kissing him, pushing the cum from the men into Chad's
mouth.
"Eat it," I hissed, spitting inside his mouth. "Eat all
that nice, rich cream, baby. Suck my tongue, like it was
a cock. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you. You'd like
to suck a hot cock and have it cum in your mouth like I
just did, wouldn't you."
"Yes!" he hissed, and I was startled. I'd just been
saying that shit to tease him. Now he was admitting
he'd like to suck a cock. Amazing. I thought about it as
I continued to push cum into his mouth, and I decided
I'd like to see him do it. Suddenly I got an idea.
"Ben, you didn't get a chance to fuck me, did
you. Wouldn't you like to?" I asked, flopping down onto
the couch, spreading my legs for him.
"Fuck yeah, I'd like to," he said.
"Then let Chad suck your cock until it gets hard so
you can fuck me."
Ben looked at Chad, and Chad looked at me. I
told him to do it, to suck Ben's dick and get it hard for
me so it could fuck me. Chad turned to Ben, then
dropped in front of him, and began doing it. My
husband was actually sucking a cock, right there in
front of me.
Ben groaned, and when he was hard, Chad
grasped the cock he'd been sucking and brought it
over to me, inserting it inside my pussy. Then he lay
down next to me, and I had Lenny come over and
give us his cock, which Chad and I both began
sucking, together, until it got hard. When I felt Lenny
was ready to come, I took his cock and held it against
Chad's lips, jerking on it until it started spurting. some of
the cum landed on my lips, and I sucked it into my
mouth, savoring the taste, but most of it landed on
Chad.
"Open your mouth. Taste it," I said, my voice
husky, consumed with lust. Chad did it, and I jerked on
Lenny's cock until it was spurting more cum, directly into
Chad's mouth. It was a fucking hot scene, especially
when Ben started coming. He filled my cunt with jism,
and when he was through I made Chad go down on
me and eat that, too. It was the hottest fucking day
and night of my life, and I intend to repeat it, often....
Bedroom
It started out as a lark. Tim, my boyfriend, was hanging around
in my workroom while I was trying to finish up some sculpture that
had been ordered. Specifically, I was making stoneware copies of
an original that I had made several months ago, so it wasn't as
if I was doing anything really creative. Tim would tease me a
little just to keep me interested in him then he would go off
around the room looking and asking all sorts of questions. At one
point he came back to me saying that he was surprised that none
of the men I had sculpted were built anything like him and, to
make sure I didn't misunderstand him, he cupped the bulge in the
front of his pants. Now, mind you, Tim isn't one to brag but he
certainly would have reason to if he wanted. His cock is a good
9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter most of the way. The
first time we made love I was sore for two days afterward and not
because I had been a virgin. Or maybe I was in the sense that I
had never before been fucked by such a prodigious weapon. I
wouldn't have even let him near me if I hadn't been so horny that
time.
But back to my story. When Tim teased me about not using his cock
as a model for any of my sculpture, I got this crazy idea of using
his tool directly for duplication just like I do with my original
sculpture. I told him about my idea and he was certainly less
than enthusiastic to be sure. But then I teased him a little
about being afraid to let anyone see his "secret weapon". That was
almost enough to convince him he should let me make a mold of his
dick. When I told him how simple and harmless it would be he
finally agreed.
I instructed Tim to completely disrobe before we proceeded because
we didn't want to ruin his clothes. I took off my clothes, too,
more because I wanted to be naked with him than because of any
danger to my clothes. While I mixed the special powder with ice
cold water, Tim ran his cock up and down my ass making me have
second thoughts about what we were about to do. I really wanted
to fuck.
But it would be a waste of good material to stop now so I started
slopping the stuff onto his stiff cock. As the icy material hit,
Tim reacted first with a few choice words about my trying to kill
him, then with his cock dropping several degrees in elevation.
Now, one thing I didn't need at this point was an impression of
his limp cock so I handed him the gloppy mixture and told him to
continue to spread it on while I knelt behind him and began
tongueing his asshole. I don't particularly like doing it but
it is guaranteed to turn him on no matter what. Sure enough,
within seconds his rod was as stiff as before.
I continued my tonguing until the material set. This stuff sets
up within 2 or 3 minutes. I could tell the time had come because
Tim complained about not being able to put any more on his cock.
At that point I reached around to test its firmness. It was
ready. I tugged it sharply which caused Tim to yelp in pain. I
had pulled out about 15 pubic hairs but even more the suction
developed from this mold of his cock sucked his prick more than
he'd ever been sucked. As I continued to pull it off, he
complained that I was going to suck his balls right through his
cock. With that I gave his balls a sharp pinch causing him to go
partially limp and freeing up the mold.
Tim helped me mix up the quick-setting plaster that we would use
for the first model. It is pink because it is used by dental
technicians to model gums for false teeth. We figured that would
add to the realism. Within a minute after we had poured the
liquid mixture into the mold it had set hard. I peeled the mold
off hoping it would be able to be used several times. The
likeness was astounding. Although it was cold plaster I got hot
just peeling it.
Tim was even more fascinated with it than I was. After all, I
had see his cock close up but he's always been 18 inches or so
away. As he examined and felt this stone imitation of himself,
his cock became almost as stiff as the plaster model. He self-
consciously tried to open his mouth wide enough to encompass the
model and realized it would be impossible. It also dawned on him
just how such a tool would feel sliding up his ass like he's slid
his into mine.
That day I didn't give him a chance to worry about anything since
by that time I was ready to be fucked. But it did give me some
ideas for future projects.
In fact my next project was a model made of a stiff rubbery
substance with the firmness of tire rubber. It will bend slightly
but not easily. It was also black as a tire although the finished
product was smooth and almost glossy in places. The material takes
up heat so that it feels much more comfortable to the touch than
the plaster model I had made before. I had molded a six inch
handle on the base of it so that it would be easier to work with
during construction but it turned out it was too good to cut off
afterward also.
While putting the finishing touches on it I got so hot my pants
were literally showing the dampness through both layers of cloth.
The shape and size were Tim's but the color made it look like the
cock of a black man. I decided to call it the Black. As I said,
just working with it was getting me horny so right there in my
workshop I shamelessly dropped my pants and proceeded to insert my
new toy between my legs. My mind told me that it was exactly the
same size as Tim but the blackness brought to my imagination the
vision of a tall black dude fucking me. By the time I had the
entire shaft inside, I was literally whimpering with pleasure.
The next day Tim came over and I got this awful idea in my head.
As usual, Tim's thoughts were on sex and within an hour of his
arrival we were naked in my bed. Telling Tim I wanted to try
something new, I spread hand lotion all over my hands and began
to massage his cock and balls. He was delighted at the sensation
and didn't fuss at all when I slipped a finger down along the
crack of his ass. In fact, he was so preoccupied with what I was
doing to him that he readily turned over on his knees when I asked
him to. Pretty soon, I had one hand pumping a very slippery cock
and the other prying open his anus.
By first slipping one then two fingers into his ass I knew I was
heightening the sensations he was getting on his cock. When I
felt he had reached the proper degree of relaxation, I quietly
placed the Black against his hole and pushed with all my might.
It slid easily until it was half buried in Tim's ass hole but
there it stopped. But Tim let out a yell that could have woken
the dead. Leaving the Black for a moment, I grabbed Tim's balls
and told him that I would rip them out if he let out another cry
like that. I squeezed just enough that he knew I meant business.
However, he began moving his bowels in an effort to dislodge the
black menace. That simply gave me the opportunity to slide it all
the way in. Tim moaned and begged me to please remove the giant
cock. To see my macho boyfriend completely at my mercy gave me
such a thrill. But I didn't want to kill him so I yanked the
Black out...almost. Having been fucked in my ass, I knew that he
would then beg for it back to fill the void and reduce the vacuum
I'd just caused. He did, while gasping for breath as if I had
slugged his stomach. This time I pushed it in slowwwwwly then
began a series of slow ins and outs.
Tim's cock, which had shriveled when I had first inserted the
black, was now as stiff as ever and I was getting so turned on,
I wanted it inside me. I crawled down between his legs and
pushing myself under him managed to bring him back down inside my
throbbing love pot. He held my feet tenderly while his balls were
crushing against my swollen clit, the Black was sliding in and out
of his bum, and he was sobbing. I moved the angle of the dildo
to what I knew would massage his prostate better and immediately
got a yelp of surprise and pain from Tim. That was followed by
spasmodic jerks that I have come to recognize as impending
ejaculation.
I wasn't very far behind. As Tim started to come, I pulled the
Black out all the way, then pushed it back in all the way. Again
and again I fucked Tim's ass furiously as he fucked me and his
come seemed to last forever. God, what a feeling!
The next model we made with the mold was of flesh colored latex.
This time we included a tube from the base to the tip so that
liquid could be pumped deep inside whatever the cock was penetra-
ting. Then we molded a couple of balls free hand and attached them
loosely to the prick. Inside the balls were rubber balls which we
glued to a Y connection and that to the cock tube. When we were
done the result looked even more like Tim's cock except that
squeezing these balls dumped their load. The Y even had a special
connection that prevented liquid from coming back in unless pressed
in just the right way.
Now it was my turn to be exploited. Tim gently worked the Black
into my ass until I was more or less relaxed. Then he substituted
the Squirt, as we called him, having filled the artificial balls
with what he told me would be a "soothing" solution. He then
washed the Black and inserted it into my vagina. I felt full but
not uncomfortable. Tim positioned me on hands and knees in front
of him so that I could suck his cock while he played with the toys
sticking in my bottom holes.
As I gulped on Tim's throbbing cock, Tim pulled and pushed, in a
more or less random fashing, the two artificial rods that were
fucking me. I was definitely getting into the action as my pussy
was getting wetter and I was losing touch with reality. I felt
liquid squirt up into my intestines. It jerked and spurted in like
Tim's sperm would have and I had a mini-climax right then. This
was going to be fun, I thought.
After a minute or so of enjoying the friction of the three cocks,
I suddenly realized that I needed to shit, badly needed to shit.
I tried to remove Tim's cock from my mouth to alert him to my
problem but he was too far gone to let me. Tears were welling up
in my eyes as I struggled to hold in the rising tide. I saw then
that Tim knew what my problem was and my distress was actually
leading him to a climax. I couldn't free myself and soon, in
addition to the cramps that were racking my bowels, I felt Tim's
hot sticky cum hit the back of my palette. I gagged. I felt like
I was suffocating now. But still he continued.
Finally, his hardness left and I pulled away and ran to the toilet.
Yanking out the Squirt, I opened my bowels and pushed. What seemed
like a gallon of putrid liquid rushed out giving me an instant
high. I even began pissing before I realized that the Black was
still in my front portal partially blocking my pee hole. While I
sat there catching my breath, I noticed the empty Fleet Enema
bottle on the edge of the sink. No wonder I had had such an
uncontrollable urge. I wanted to be furious at Tim but when I
thought of how I had violated his backside, I decided that we were
now about even.
in my workroom while I was trying to finish up some sculpture that
had been ordered. Specifically, I was making stoneware copies of
an original that I had made several months ago, so it wasn't as
if I was doing anything really creative. Tim would tease me a
little just to keep me interested in him then he would go off
around the room looking and asking all sorts of questions. At one
point he came back to me saying that he was surprised that none
of the men I had sculpted were built anything like him and, to
make sure I didn't misunderstand him, he cupped the bulge in the
front of his pants. Now, mind you, Tim isn't one to brag but he
certainly would have reason to if he wanted. His cock is a good
9 inches long and 2 inches in diameter most of the way. The
first time we made love I was sore for two days afterward and not
because I had been a virgin. Or maybe I was in the sense that I
had never before been fucked by such a prodigious weapon. I
wouldn't have even let him near me if I hadn't been so horny that
time.
But back to my story. When Tim teased me about not using his cock
as a model for any of my sculpture, I got this crazy idea of using
his tool directly for duplication just like I do with my original
sculpture. I told him about my idea and he was certainly less
than enthusiastic to be sure. But then I teased him a little
about being afraid to let anyone see his "secret weapon". That was
almost enough to convince him he should let me make a mold of his
dick. When I told him how simple and harmless it would be he
finally agreed.
I instructed Tim to completely disrobe before we proceeded because
we didn't want to ruin his clothes. I took off my clothes, too,
more because I wanted to be naked with him than because of any
danger to my clothes. While I mixed the special powder with ice
cold water, Tim ran his cock up and down my ass making me have
second thoughts about what we were about to do. I really wanted
to fuck.
But it would be a waste of good material to stop now so I started
slopping the stuff onto his stiff cock. As the icy material hit,
Tim reacted first with a few choice words about my trying to kill
him, then with his cock dropping several degrees in elevation.
Now, one thing I didn't need at this point was an impression of
his limp cock so I handed him the gloppy mixture and told him to
continue to spread it on while I knelt behind him and began
tongueing his asshole. I don't particularly like doing it but
it is guaranteed to turn him on no matter what. Sure enough,
within seconds his rod was as stiff as before.
I continued my tonguing until the material set. This stuff sets
up within 2 or 3 minutes. I could tell the time had come because
Tim complained about not being able to put any more on his cock.
At that point I reached around to test its firmness. It was
ready. I tugged it sharply which caused Tim to yelp in pain. I
had pulled out about 15 pubic hairs but even more the suction
developed from this mold of his cock sucked his prick more than
he'd ever been sucked. As I continued to pull it off, he
complained that I was going to suck his balls right through his
cock. With that I gave his balls a sharp pinch causing him to go
partially limp and freeing up the mold.
Tim helped me mix up the quick-setting plaster that we would use
for the first model. It is pink because it is used by dental
technicians to model gums for false teeth. We figured that would
add to the realism. Within a minute after we had poured the
liquid mixture into the mold it had set hard. I peeled the mold
off hoping it would be able to be used several times. The
likeness was astounding. Although it was cold plaster I got hot
just peeling it.
Tim was even more fascinated with it than I was. After all, I
had see his cock close up but he's always been 18 inches or so
away. As he examined and felt this stone imitation of himself,
his cock became almost as stiff as the plaster model. He self-
consciously tried to open his mouth wide enough to encompass the
model and realized it would be impossible. It also dawned on him
just how such a tool would feel sliding up his ass like he's slid
his into mine.
That day I didn't give him a chance to worry about anything since
by that time I was ready to be fucked. But it did give me some
ideas for future projects.
In fact my next project was a model made of a stiff rubbery
substance with the firmness of tire rubber. It will bend slightly
but not easily. It was also black as a tire although the finished
product was smooth and almost glossy in places. The material takes
up heat so that it feels much more comfortable to the touch than
the plaster model I had made before. I had molded a six inch
handle on the base of it so that it would be easier to work with
during construction but it turned out it was too good to cut off
afterward also.
While putting the finishing touches on it I got so hot my pants
were literally showing the dampness through both layers of cloth.
The shape and size were Tim's but the color made it look like the
cock of a black man. I decided to call it the Black. As I said,
just working with it was getting me horny so right there in my
workshop I shamelessly dropped my pants and proceeded to insert my
new toy between my legs. My mind told me that it was exactly the
same size as Tim but the blackness brought to my imagination the
vision of a tall black dude fucking me. By the time I had the
entire shaft inside, I was literally whimpering with pleasure.
The next day Tim came over and I got this awful idea in my head.
As usual, Tim's thoughts were on sex and within an hour of his
arrival we were naked in my bed. Telling Tim I wanted to try
something new, I spread hand lotion all over my hands and began
to massage his cock and balls. He was delighted at the sensation
and didn't fuss at all when I slipped a finger down along the
crack of his ass. In fact, he was so preoccupied with what I was
doing to him that he readily turned over on his knees when I asked
him to. Pretty soon, I had one hand pumping a very slippery cock
and the other prying open his anus.
By first slipping one then two fingers into his ass I knew I was
heightening the sensations he was getting on his cock. When I
felt he had reached the proper degree of relaxation, I quietly
placed the Black against his hole and pushed with all my might.
It slid easily until it was half buried in Tim's ass hole but
there it stopped. But Tim let out a yell that could have woken
the dead. Leaving the Black for a moment, I grabbed Tim's balls
and told him that I would rip them out if he let out another cry
like that. I squeezed just enough that he knew I meant business.
However, he began moving his bowels in an effort to dislodge the
black menace. That simply gave me the opportunity to slide it all
the way in. Tim moaned and begged me to please remove the giant
cock. To see my macho boyfriend completely at my mercy gave me
such a thrill. But I didn't want to kill him so I yanked the
Black out...almost. Having been fucked in my ass, I knew that he
would then beg for it back to fill the void and reduce the vacuum
I'd just caused. He did, while gasping for breath as if I had
slugged his stomach. This time I pushed it in slowwwwwly then
began a series of slow ins and outs.
Tim's cock, which had shriveled when I had first inserted the
black, was now as stiff as ever and I was getting so turned on,
I wanted it inside me. I crawled down between his legs and
pushing myself under him managed to bring him back down inside my
throbbing love pot. He held my feet tenderly while his balls were
crushing against my swollen clit, the Black was sliding in and out
of his bum, and he was sobbing. I moved the angle of the dildo
to what I knew would massage his prostate better and immediately
got a yelp of surprise and pain from Tim. That was followed by
spasmodic jerks that I have come to recognize as impending
ejaculation.
I wasn't very far behind. As Tim started to come, I pulled the
Black out all the way, then pushed it back in all the way. Again
and again I fucked Tim's ass furiously as he fucked me and his
come seemed to last forever. God, what a feeling!
The next model we made with the mold was of flesh colored latex.
This time we included a tube from the base to the tip so that
liquid could be pumped deep inside whatever the cock was penetra-
ting. Then we molded a couple of balls free hand and attached them
loosely to the prick. Inside the balls were rubber balls which we
glued to a Y connection and that to the cock tube. When we were
done the result looked even more like Tim's cock except that
squeezing these balls dumped their load. The Y even had a special
connection that prevented liquid from coming back in unless pressed
in just the right way.
Now it was my turn to be exploited. Tim gently worked the Black
into my ass until I was more or less relaxed. Then he substituted
the Squirt, as we called him, having filled the artificial balls
with what he told me would be a "soothing" solution. He then
washed the Black and inserted it into my vagina. I felt full but
not uncomfortable. Tim positioned me on hands and knees in front
of him so that I could suck his cock while he played with the toys
sticking in my bottom holes.
As I gulped on Tim's throbbing cock, Tim pulled and pushed, in a
more or less random fashing, the two artificial rods that were
fucking me. I was definitely getting into the action as my pussy
was getting wetter and I was losing touch with reality. I felt
liquid squirt up into my intestines. It jerked and spurted in like
Tim's sperm would have and I had a mini-climax right then. This
was going to be fun, I thought.
After a minute or so of enjoying the friction of the three cocks,
I suddenly realized that I needed to shit, badly needed to shit.
I tried to remove Tim's cock from my mouth to alert him to my
problem but he was too far gone to let me. Tears were welling up
in my eyes as I struggled to hold in the rising tide. I saw then
that Tim knew what my problem was and my distress was actually
leading him to a climax. I couldn't free myself and soon, in
addition to the cramps that were racking my bowels, I felt Tim's
hot sticky cum hit the back of my palette. I gagged. I felt like
I was suffocating now. But still he continued.
Finally, his hardness left and I pulled away and ran to the toilet.
Yanking out the Squirt, I opened my bowels and pushed. What seemed
like a gallon of putrid liquid rushed out giving me an instant
high. I even began pissing before I realized that the Black was
still in my front portal partially blocking my pee hole. While I
sat there catching my breath, I noticed the empty Fleet Enema
bottle on the edge of the sink. No wonder I had had such an
uncontrollable urge. I wanted to be furious at Tim but when I
thought of how I had violated his backside, I decided that we were
now about even.
Dancer
God, it's a slow night, she thought. Her G-string was not
cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs. Beside her lay
the lace corset she was to wear. I hate working weeknights, she
grumbled aloud. Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise
Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether. Noone wants a
dancer who can't get into the act. She pulled the string high
into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror. She
ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled. God, I look
sexy, she thought. The high heels seemed to make her long legs
even more sultry and inviting. Slowly, she stretched, and
watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled. Her breasts
swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as
she righted herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it,
pulling tightly on the drawstrings. Her breasts seemed to swell
as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up
and in. A white dress- easily removable, was just what she
needed to complete the outfit.
Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside. She
sighed, and felt a slight dejection. There was noone, really, who
seemed to get her in the mood. But, that had happened before,
and it would happen again. It appeared as if she would have to
make the best of it as usual. Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy,
even if she did clear over $300 a night.
The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once
more, and she heard the DJ announce her name. She walked out
of the dressing room, and into the club. She had managed that
walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and it
made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER. She
walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat. Good. Something
to really move to. She started twirling around on the lighted
table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like physical hands.
She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds,
and she loved it. It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the
object of so many men's desires. In her perverse fantasies, a
select group of four or five men would come up on stage and
take her, right then and there.
She twirled around, and saw him. He was there, sitting
right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She
hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, and yet he was
ready. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his presence was
that commanding. Even so, there was a show to do. She
reminded herself, one must remain detached. You are their
fantasies, that's all.
The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and
her garter belt. Soon, it had left her body completely, and she
kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her foot. Instantly, she
felt better. There was someone worthing dancing to, and he
would PAY. As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and
more comfortable with the dance. She went over to one side of
the table, opposite of where he was sitting. She ground her
crotch into the young man's face, humping the air. She could
see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then
smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it
inside the G-string. She stood up, and bent over, her ass
inviting a dollar bill from the young man's companion. She
looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of the table,
and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he
smiled sardonically. How cocky he is, she thought. We'll see
how he lasts. She moved up and into the center of the table,
and did a complete split, her back to him. She knew that her
ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right. As she
spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better. Her legs
splayed apart, where she usually liked them, and only a small
piece of fabric between her most private place, and him. She
rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a perfect view
down the corset. She opened her legs wide open, leaving her
core open to the other side of the table. Rolling onto her hands
and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and her
chest heaving. She stood up just in front of him, and undid the
corset ties. The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts
tightened and smoothed. All the while, she gyrated her hips
towards him. She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front
of him. She lifted a leg, and brought the high heel down behind
the other one, allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar.
He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the G-
string away from her body. He wedged the dollar lower into
her crotch. When she looked at him, it happened. He smiled,
and opened his mouth. His tongue came out and flicked at her.
She gaped. His tongue was at least six inches long!
She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what
she had just seen. It was the first time she had ever been
shocked like that at work, and she had seen a lot. More
importantly, she felt something that scared her. Something
inside of her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW.
Immediately, she felt her juices flowing, and realized that she
had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might prove
embarrassing.
Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and
walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room. On her
way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to have the man come into
the room after her. He protested at first, but her pleading look
finally made him give in.
She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on
the door. She told whoever it was to come in, and sure enough,
he was there. She waved him in.
"Follow me," she said. He followed her into a closet, where
they kept the outfits which the ladies wore. In the closet, there
was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside her. "If
you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use
it." He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands
on his head, and guided it down to her pulsing core. Her G-
string was already soaked, and the thin fabric running up and
through her crotch was making her even hotter.
He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric. He
grabbed her ass with his hands, and positioned her on the edge
of the shelf. He pulled at the G-string with one hand, and by
lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the flimsy piece of
material. She pulled at his hair, to get going. He flicked his
tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had
thought. The first thing he did was smile at her completely
shaved nakedness. With such a small piece of costume, it made
sense, but still it made life a lot easier.
He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never
touching it, but simply running circles over and around. She
raised her other leg onto the shelf, and thrust her pelvis into his
mouth. With one long lick, he licked the back of her love canal,
the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through
her slit, and rested on her clit. She almost screamed, but caught
herself just in time. Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised
on the shelf. They slid down into a perfect split on the shelf,
and she leaned back into the wall.
Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened
her lips wider, and spread them apart. He ran his tongue up
one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, encircling
her clit. As he did, she shuddered. She knew that it wouldn't be
long before she came; it never was. Grinding her groin in men's
faces had long prepared her for this. Then he did it.
He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy. The
extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes fluttered open
in ecstasy. He looked up at her, and when she looked down on
him, he showed her his tongue in full length. She watched as he
rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one
thrust, he forced it inside of her. It was too much. She gasped
as it reached inside of her. It was so damn long! Somehow, he
managed to make licking motions inside of her, and she lost all
control. She was coming violently, grabbing his head and
pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could.
He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more
lapping motions. He caressed places inside her body she didn't
even know existed. She felt her muscles groping and pulling at
his tongue, stretching it inside of her. He rotated his tongue
around her inner walls, licking violently. Her orgasm was soon
followed by another, just as powerful. His tongue had explored
her just as deeply as it would have had it been a dick, and she
collapsed after her second orgasms finally subsided.
He wasn't finished, however. He started licking her up
and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower lips. He
flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her clit, making it
protrude slightly from her inner folds. Then, he closed his lips
around it, and sucked gently. She gasped once more, and even
cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his
mouth.
She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over
the shelf edge now. He finished playing with her clit, and
started running his tongue around her muscles leading to her
hole. Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole, every
once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each
thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips.
He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused
on her tight asshole. He ran his tongue gently over it, and ran
back up to her clit, then back down. She worried briefly about
what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a dancer
required her to be clean- everywhere. Besides, he was
definitely enjoying himself, and she definitely didn't want him
to stop.
He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until
she relaxed. By prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue,
he was able to inch his way in. Her eyes shot open, as she had
never felt this before. This was something new! Her ass
muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue
provided pleasurable resistance. Soon, she was able to control
her muscles somewhat, constricting and relaxing, constricting
and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling him out. He thrust his
tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her
entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive.
As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware
of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, where she
could not tell, she felt the beginnings of something powerful.
She reached down between her legs with both hands. With one
hand, she played with his hair. With the other, she ran her
fingers over her clit. She massaged her clit with one finger, and
thrust three others into her whole. But still, his tongue explored
her ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something
unfamiliar.
Deep inside her, it came. It rocked her whole entire
body. At the same time, her whisking fingers caused another
orgasm, but it was two different sensations. She had heard
about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible. Now, she
was experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm
at the same time! Her eyes rolled back into her head as her
entire lower body seemed as if it wer about to explode. He
continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body, while she
fingered herself into oblivion. All at once, she came. Her own
fingers were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and
pulsating pussy, and she felt her muscles twitch and grab at his
tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed upon itself. The orgasms
never seemed to go away. Her moans were quite loud, now, but
she didn't care. She was lost among a sexual experience she
hadn't even dreamed of.
Fatigued, she fell asleep. She did not know when, but she
did not remember her body slowing down. When she awoke, he
was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations which
lingered between her legs.
cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs. Beside her lay
the lace corset she was to wear. I hate working weeknights, she
grumbled aloud. Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise
Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether. Noone wants a
dancer who can't get into the act. She pulled the string high
into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror. She
ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled. God, I look
sexy, she thought. The high heels seemed to make her long legs
even more sultry and inviting. Slowly, she stretched, and
watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled. Her breasts
swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as
she righted herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it,
pulling tightly on the drawstrings. Her breasts seemed to swell
as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up
and in. A white dress- easily removable, was just what she
needed to complete the outfit.
Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside. She
sighed, and felt a slight dejection. There was noone, really, who
seemed to get her in the mood. But, that had happened before,
and it would happen again. It appeared as if she would have to
make the best of it as usual. Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy,
even if she did clear over $300 a night.
The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once
more, and she heard the DJ announce her name. She walked out
of the dressing room, and into the club. She had managed that
walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and it
made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER. She
walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat. Good. Something
to really move to. She started twirling around on the lighted
table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like physical hands.
She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds,
and she loved it. It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the
object of so many men's desires. In her perverse fantasies, a
select group of four or five men would come up on stage and
take her, right then and there.
She twirled around, and saw him. He was there, sitting
right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She
hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, and yet he was
ready. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his presence was
that commanding. Even so, there was a show to do. She
reminded herself, one must remain detached. You are their
fantasies, that's all.
The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and
her garter belt. Soon, it had left her body completely, and she
kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her foot. Instantly, she
felt better. There was someone worthing dancing to, and he
would PAY. As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and
more comfortable with the dance. She went over to one side of
the table, opposite of where he was sitting. She ground her
crotch into the young man's face, humping the air. She could
see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then
smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it
inside the G-string. She stood up, and bent over, her ass
inviting a dollar bill from the young man's companion. She
looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of the table,
and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he
smiled sardonically. How cocky he is, she thought. We'll see
how he lasts. She moved up and into the center of the table,
and did a complete split, her back to him. She knew that her
ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right. As she
spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better. Her legs
splayed apart, where she usually liked them, and only a small
piece of fabric between her most private place, and him. She
rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a perfect view
down the corset. She opened her legs wide open, leaving her
core open to the other side of the table. Rolling onto her hands
and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and her
chest heaving. She stood up just in front of him, and undid the
corset ties. The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts
tightened and smoothed. All the while, she gyrated her hips
towards him. She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front
of him. She lifted a leg, and brought the high heel down behind
the other one, allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar.
He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the G-
string away from her body. He wedged the dollar lower into
her crotch. When she looked at him, it happened. He smiled,
and opened his mouth. His tongue came out and flicked at her.
She gaped. His tongue was at least six inches long!
She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what
she had just seen. It was the first time she had ever been
shocked like that at work, and she had seen a lot. More
importantly, she felt something that scared her. Something
inside of her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW.
Immediately, she felt her juices flowing, and realized that she
had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might prove
embarrassing.
Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and
walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room. On her
way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to have the man come into
the room after her. He protested at first, but her pleading look
finally made him give in.
She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on
the door. She told whoever it was to come in, and sure enough,
he was there. She waved him in.
"Follow me," she said. He followed her into a closet, where
they kept the outfits which the ladies wore. In the closet, there
was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside her. "If
you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use
it." He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands
on his head, and guided it down to her pulsing core. Her G-
string was already soaked, and the thin fabric running up and
through her crotch was making her even hotter.
He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric. He
grabbed her ass with his hands, and positioned her on the edge
of the shelf. He pulled at the G-string with one hand, and by
lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the flimsy piece of
material. She pulled at his hair, to get going. He flicked his
tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had
thought. The first thing he did was smile at her completely
shaved nakedness. With such a small piece of costume, it made
sense, but still it made life a lot easier.
He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never
touching it, but simply running circles over and around. She
raised her other leg onto the shelf, and thrust her pelvis into his
mouth. With one long lick, he licked the back of her love canal,
the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through
her slit, and rested on her clit. She almost screamed, but caught
herself just in time. Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised
on the shelf. They slid down into a perfect split on the shelf,
and she leaned back into the wall.
Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened
her lips wider, and spread them apart. He ran his tongue up
one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, encircling
her clit. As he did, she shuddered. She knew that it wouldn't be
long before she came; it never was. Grinding her groin in men's
faces had long prepared her for this. Then he did it.
He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy. The
extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes fluttered open
in ecstasy. He looked up at her, and when she looked down on
him, he showed her his tongue in full length. She watched as he
rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one
thrust, he forced it inside of her. It was too much. She gasped
as it reached inside of her. It was so damn long! Somehow, he
managed to make licking motions inside of her, and she lost all
control. She was coming violently, grabbing his head and
pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could.
He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more
lapping motions. He caressed places inside her body she didn't
even know existed. She felt her muscles groping and pulling at
his tongue, stretching it inside of her. He rotated his tongue
around her inner walls, licking violently. Her orgasm was soon
followed by another, just as powerful. His tongue had explored
her just as deeply as it would have had it been a dick, and she
collapsed after her second orgasms finally subsided.
He wasn't finished, however. He started licking her up
and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower lips. He
flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her clit, making it
protrude slightly from her inner folds. Then, he closed his lips
around it, and sucked gently. She gasped once more, and even
cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his
mouth.
She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over
the shelf edge now. He finished playing with her clit, and
started running his tongue around her muscles leading to her
hole. Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole, every
once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each
thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips.
He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused
on her tight asshole. He ran his tongue gently over it, and ran
back up to her clit, then back down. She worried briefly about
what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a dancer
required her to be clean- everywhere. Besides, he was
definitely enjoying himself, and she definitely didn't want him
to stop.
He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until
she relaxed. By prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue,
he was able to inch his way in. Her eyes shot open, as she had
never felt this before. This was something new! Her ass
muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue
provided pleasurable resistance. Soon, she was able to control
her muscles somewhat, constricting and relaxing, constricting
and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling him out. He thrust his
tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her
entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive.
As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware
of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, where she
could not tell, she felt the beginnings of something powerful.
She reached down between her legs with both hands. With one
hand, she played with his hair. With the other, she ran her
fingers over her clit. She massaged her clit with one finger, and
thrust three others into her whole. But still, his tongue explored
her ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something
unfamiliar.
Deep inside her, it came. It rocked her whole entire
body. At the same time, her whisking fingers caused another
orgasm, but it was two different sensations. She had heard
about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible. Now, she
was experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm
at the same time! Her eyes rolled back into her head as her
entire lower body seemed as if it wer about to explode. He
continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body, while she
fingered herself into oblivion. All at once, she came. Her own
fingers were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and
pulsating pussy, and she felt her muscles twitch and grab at his
tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed upon itself. The orgasms
never seemed to go away. Her moans were quite loud, now, but
she didn't care. She was lost among a sexual experience she
hadn't even dreamed of.
Fatigued, she fell asleep. She did not know when, but she
did not remember her body slowing down. When she awoke, he
was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations which
lingered between her legs.
Honey, Im Home..By Scatwoman
Chuck Whitebread gets out of his car after a hard day of work at theoffice. He is wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. He starts walkingto his front door, carrying his keys and spies the motercycle carelesslyparked on his fonr lawn. He looks back at he house suspiciously. When hegets to the door, he notices it's ajar... INT WHITEBREAD HOME Chuck puts down his briefcase and keys on the end table and locks thedoor behind him. CHUCK Honey? Honey are you here? He walks around a bit, taking off his coat and tie. CHUCK Damn bitch better not have left the door open when she went shopping... He goes upstairs and looks in the bedroom. No-one is there. CHUCK Fucking stupid cunt... how hard to I have to slap her to get some senseinto that thick skull of hers! When she gets back...! Chuck picks up a newspaper and heads to the bathroom. When he opens thedoor, his eyes open wide and he drops the paper, shocked at what he sees. His wife and his daughter (Virginia and Wendy) are naked in the bathtubwith their hands behind their backs and their heads bowed, faces flushedred with shame. Chuck's son Brad is bent over the toilet with his faceresting on top of the back of the toilet, hands tied behind his back andtwo dirty jockstraps stuffed in his mouth. A dog collar around his neck ishooked to a leash tied to the toilet pipe so that he cannot stand upstraight. Luke is fucking him up the ass and Brad's virgin anus is beingstretched beyond beliefe to accomodate Luke's footlong, three inch diameterblack cock. Luke in plunging it in nice and deep and Brad's eyes arerolled back as sweat pours down his face and he grimaces with every thrust.Brad sees his father and screams through his muffled mouth. Virginia andWendy look up too but do nothing. CHUCK Holy- what the fuck?!?! LUKE Hey, look, it's Father Knows Best! Chuck runs out of the bathroom to the nightstand by his bed and pullsout a gun, but just as he does so, Luke bitch-slaps him and the gun goessprawling across the floor as he flies back onto the bed. He lands on hisstomache and Luke grabs his pants and literally splits them in two. As heis about to be raped, he sees his wife pick up the gun, their daughter isstanding beside her. CHUCK Shoot, Wendy, shoot! For Godssake, shoot the bastard!!! Luke looks back and backs off of Chuck, looking cautious. CHUCK Do it, Wendy! Shoot that fucking nigger for breaking into our house andmessing with our family! Luke looks at Wendy. Wendy is holding the gun on Luke, slowly walkingup to him. She glances at Chuck. CHUCK Do it! She glances at Luke's huge cock, then at Luke. She hands Luke the gunand falls to her knees at his feet, stroking his dirty mammoth penis andstarts sucking his balls. CHUCK Wha- wha?! LUKE Well, well, fucker, looks like you're in a world of shit now! Virginia comes over and wraps her arms around one of luke's arms andwhispers in Lukes ear, giggling and face flushing. LUKE Good idea, bitch. Get over here, fucker. Luke points the gun at Chuck. He thinks about bolting, but knows Lukewill not hesistate to shoot him. He slowly comes over. LUKE Get to work, whitey. Luke motions to his hard cock with the gun. Chuck is to stunned to sayanything. Virginia comes over to him and grabs his arm. Wendy is watchingfrom below, still sucking Luke's balls. CHUCK S-Virginia? VIRGINIA Go on daddy, suck his cock! CHUCK Wh- what did you do to them? LUKE Nothin' I'm not gonna do to you, now get down on it, faggot! VIRGINIA Better do as he says, Daddy, he's VERY strong... (grinning sheepishly) Virginia lowers Chuck to his knees and pushes his head to Luke's filthycock. Chuck tries to pull back but Virginia holds him there. Chuck looksaround at Virginia and Luke and sees Brad watching from the bathroom, stillleashed to the toilet, his asshole still gaping wide from his fucking. Thehead of Lukes cock is against his lips now and Virginia starts applyingpressure to the back of his head. He looks down and sees his wife, lustfilling her eyes, fingering herself slowly as she watches her husband'shumiliation from below. Luke's free hand comes down and squeezes Chuck'sjaw, forcing it open. Virginia pushes down on Chuck's head and slowlyLuke's cock slips between his lips and into his mouth. Wendy maons softly,her eyes widening. Further and further, Virginia pushes her father down onthe cock, making him deep-throat it. VIRGINIA That's it Daddy, take it all down.. it seems like a lot but you'll getused to it! When he's about halfway down, Virginia feels resistance and startspumping his head up and down on the cock, making him make obscene slurpingnoises. LUKE Mmm... your whole famlily is good at suckin' cock, Chucky! You shouldbe proud- yo mouths were MADE for suckin' big black dick! Virginia starts pumping harder now, then, overcome by her own horniness,she takes a hand away to finger herself. Wendy reaches up and grabs theback of Chuck's head and takes over the pumping, pulling him down to hercloser and closer with each stroke. Virginia stands up and wraps herselfaround Luke's leg, and kisses him deeply, rubbing herself on his thigh ashe grabs her ass with his free hand and fucks her ass with his middlefinger- she groans at the width of his finger, the size of Chuck's penis.Meanwhile Wendy is pumping her husband's head up and down on Luke's cockharder and harder, keepin him down at the bottom of the stroke longer andlonger. She does this for a few minutes, each time getting more and moreblack cock to disappear between their two faces, frigging herself morevigorously. Finally she gets all of Luke's cock down her husband's abusedthroat and groans loudly as their lips touch, not a trace of black cockvisible between their sets of lips, except for a few pubic hairs stickingout between their lips. She hoild him there, their eyes locked, his glzedin c\shock, hers filled with lust, and she hears Luke groan, she knows hisseed is coming. She sucks Luke's balls harder and feels them pump hot jismdown her husband's gullet. Chuck's eyes open wide with surprise and panicas he feels the cock pulsing in his mouth, the jets of hot nigger spermfilling his stomache. Wendy cums like a madwoman, screaming through theballs in her mouth and she cums again and again with each pulseof scumsshee feels shoot from Luke's balls... Wendy suckles Luke's balls a bit longer, savoring the experience,stillgazing through half-lidded eyes at her husband, still impaled on the cock,black cum oozing down the shaft of Luke's still half-hard cock. A brownfilm has formed around Chuck's lips from sucking his son's shit off Luke'scock. The shit mizes with the cum and drips down into Wendy's mouth whosavors the now familiar taste. Virginia has cum screaming into Luke'smouth, grinding her hairless pussy aginst his muscular thight. Luke takeshis middle finger out of her ass and she shudders, barely able to stand. He sticks his shitty finger in her mouth and she sucks it clean withperverse passion. LUKE Sorry Chuck, but there aint been a little white whore born yet thatcould resist my big black meat... you just got yourself a newhouseguest... Wendy moves off his balls to Virginia's ass, licking the excess shitfrom her asshole and licking her cunt clean. Luke pulls out of Chuck'smouth and lets him fall to the ground. Chuck looks around, sees the gun,then grabs it and shoots Luke. he isn't even scratched. CHUCK What theLuke bitch-slaps Chuck and the gun goes flying across the room. LUKE Stupid bitch! Just for thatLuke throws Chuck down on the bed, grabs hisshoulders tightly and shoves his cock all the way up Chuck's ass. CHUCK ARRGGGH!H!H!H! VIRGINIA Oh yeah! Fuck him! Fuck daddy's ass! Virginia and Wendy start rubbing each other and kissing while watching.But Luke just holds it all the way in, and relaxes. LUKE Got a message for you, Chuckie... Chuck looks confused,, then uncomfortable, then realizes what'shappening- Luke is pissing up his ass- he starts struggling, but to noavail. LUKE Mistress Mishi sends her kindest regards! Chuck is struggling, starts sobbing waching his little blonde daughterand his wife going at it like a couple of bitches in heat- turned intosluts by the huge black cock that's filling his bowels with hot piss. Hefeels uncomfortably full and wishes he had never met Mishi... Continuing "Honey, I'm Home" When Luke is done with Mr. Whitebread, holds him over son's mouth andmakes him shit the cum & piss enema into son's mouth. He has the motherand daughter do it too.
The Landlord
With a kiss good bye from my husband, the door opened and he was gone. Putting down my coffee cup I closed my robe from my husbands last minute grope of my breast(a daily activity)and stood up to check the planned events of the day on the calendar on the wall of the kitchen. It was to be a normal Monday, the car pool would be stopping at 8:05, the vet’s appointment was at 10:30, and the car was scheduled for an oil change at 11:45, and I have to call the landlord to have the furnace serviced.
After the children were off to school I started the shower to clean myself up after a long night of hard love making. All the usual activities, wash and condition my long blond hair, lather up the loofa sponge with my peach flavored body wash, and remove the stubble now growing around my husband’s favorite body part.
It was an unusually warm autumn day so I dressed in a short above the knee sun dress with little spaghetti shoulder straps. Tugging on the dress to make sure it covered the hot pink g-string and matching strapless bra, it was time for shoes. After deciding on my lace up open sandals, I grabbed my purse, put the dog in the car and off I went.
Once again the dog was less than thrilled to be visiting the vet, so after a 10 minute struggle to get him out of the car and into the office I decided to stop at the local grocery store. Yes I think my husband deserved a nice dinner after his splendid performance last night, Roast beef it is. With the groceries loaded into the back of my car I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and speed dialed our landlord. Two rings later his gruff voice answered the phone with an enthusiastic "well hello Mrs. Mitchell". I reminded him that it was time again for the furnace to be winterized, he replied, I will try to fit you in today but I can’t guarantee that I will be able to. I asked him to see what he could do because the rest of the week I had scheduled to be out of the house all day.
"I will do my best" he replied, "I have no doubt you will" was my response.
At last the chores were done and the rest of the day was mine to relay and take my time getting the house and dinner just right for when Tim gets home. As I pulled up to my house I noticed Wayne’s (Landlord) truck pulled in the driveway. Oh good I thought. Wayne was leaning against the side of his truck beaming when I stepped out of my car, showing a little leg. "I did my best Mrs. Mitchell", he gloated. "Not yet you still have work to do", I gushed. I could feel my body start to react to this slight sexual banter. Wayne helped bring in the groceries and set to work on the furnace.
Wayne was a huge man. About 6’6 and 230lbs his muscles were literally stretching out his black t-shirt. All the women in the area were always finding little chores for Wayne. Gossip was that Wayne was a real tiger, always doing his "best" to keep his property’s looking and working good.
All the groceries were in the fridge; I grabbed a soda and the laundry basket and hit the stairs down to the basement. Wayne was laying on his back looking up into a filter on the furnace, I could not help staring at his form laying on the floor, his shirt had lifted away from his jeans to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein Shorts, and a peak at his stomach; that to my satisfaction was very tan and covered with a thick layer of honey colored hair. I could feel myself starting to get wet. I hastily set down the soda, and with a weak smile at Wayne picked up the Laundry basket and headed over to the washer.
I could feel his eyes moving over my body, I did not know weather or not to feel embarrassed, or horny. "Pink looks good on you, Mrs. Mitchell"! Not understanding where the statement I turned to look at him, his eyes were blazing, and I could not help but notice the extremely large bulge in his jeans. "What" I stuttered, "when you leaned over to put your clothes in the drier your dress slid up a bit", "looks like your thong could use to be dried". I wanted to die!!! "I am not like your other tenants Mr. Adams, so my thong is none of your business, and you are not the reason why it is wet" I proclaimed. I grabbed the basket and marched up the stairs not bothering to shield myself from his gaze. Once I hit the landing I had to lean against the wall to keep myself from collapsing.
About 2 hours later I was in the kitchen starting dinner when I heard the cellar door close, when I turned around Wayne was standing behind me with his shirt tucked thrown over his shoulder. He looked like he was hand carved by a master craftsman. I immediately started to get wet again. "If your thong is none of my business, than my body is none of yours so you can blink now". "If you enjoy looking you can, if you want to touch me, you can, if you want to do more that is your choice". Here was an open invitation for me to have my way with this stunningly beautiful man. "I can’t I am married, and I love my husband" blurted from my mouth, "I will not come between you and your husband, and loving him has nothing to do with this". Seeing the confusion in my face he approached me engulfing me in his embrace. "I’ll stop if you want me to" he whispered into my ear. I melted in his arms, I could not tell him no. His skin was so hot my body started at once to react to his touch. "Not here", I gasped. At once he picked me up in his huge arms and carried me down the hall, our lips never breaking apart.
Setting me back on my feet at the foot of my bed, with one strategic and gentle tug my dress was around my ankles. While he professionally undid my bra from the back I fumbled with his belt. I could not stop myself I not only wanted him, but I needed him. With his belt off and jeans unbuttoned I yanked them down so he was standing in front of me in just his black Calvin Klein jockey shorts. His man meat was beginning to expand and push his jockeys away from his body. I had to get them off of him; feeling his cock swell with my touch almost made me cum. He was huge, at least 11 inches and as thick as my wrist, with balls the size of kiwis. I started to remove my soaked thong while he licked my nipple and stroked my back when he grabbed my hands and said "I’ll take care of that for you", the words I were about to say never made it past my lips. Wayne picked me up and guided me onto the bed, kissing every inch of my hot body. After paying special attention to my breasts he started to lick his way down to my hot, wet, hairless pussy. I don’t remember him ever removing the thong, the next thing I knew his mouth and tongue were thrashing around, causing me to violently shutter in ecstasy. He made me cum 3 times before he moved from my well worked pussy.
It was now my turn. I used every muscle in my body to force him onto his back; I went down his body tasting every bit of him, giving him little bites in strategic places. Finally I reached his huge meat pole; I was a little worried on how to fit a cock of that size into my mouth but wasted no time at all in attempting. As I started to gently tease it with my tongue Wayne let out a loud moan of pleasure. This was just the encouragement I needed. With a deep breath in I shoved his cock deep into my mouth, working it in and out with as much suction I could give. Feeling Wayne’s hips grinding with my hand stroking him while I his hard hot cock was forcing its way further down my throat told me to keep going. I pulled his cock from my stretched lips and took to his balls, licking them, pulling them; I could feel his cock start to pulse. Not wanting to loose my reward I took his cock back in my mouth and fed on it. Sucking, stroking, and pulling at his balls; Wayne let loose, grabbing the back of my head and forcing his exploding cock further down my throat, I felt his hot cum wash over my inside. He could not speak due to his gasping for breath. When he finally re-composed himself he took me in his arms and forced his tongue into my mouth like a man.
Covered in each others juices I felt his cock swelling against my hot thigh. "I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life", he growled in my ear. In one swift motion I was on my back with Wayne planted firmly between my legs. I braced myself against the headboard in anticipation of his huge cock entering me. My pussy was so wet his entire meat glided deep into me with little hesitations. Slowly at first Wayne was teasing my pussy with his cock, He leaned over me pressing his hairy chest down onto my firm hot tits. His cock felt like it was six foot long while he pressed it back into me. Faster and faster he proceeded to impale me. Our bodies were moving in a simultaneous motion. Melting together I pulled him down onto me firmly and panted harder into his ear; He obliged. The breath was stolen from my body while he fucked me hard and fast. My pussy was stretched, I’m sure to its limit and he was penetrating me further and deeper than any other man I have ever been with. I could feel his hot cock head ramming against my uterus, feeling like he was stabbing at my insides, his balls slapping hard against my ass and his body grinding against my clit my body gave one great shutter and I came with him still fucking my socket. "Your not done yet, I’m gonna make you come at least 2 more times", Wayne proclaimed.
He lifted me up pushing me onto my knees, and positioning himself behind me. Fearing this activity because it promotes deeper penetration, I hesitated to allow him access to my love portal. This seamed to get him going even more. With the small amount of force it took him to access me, I found myself rocking back and forth on his enormous cock, after a while I noticed that he was not fucking me, but I was fucking him. "Fuck my cock", he kept saying over and over. I could feel his cock start to pulse again, I leaned back into him until I could feel his forest of pubes pressing against my tight ass hole, maintaining this position I squeezed my over sexed, well warned cunt on his cock until he filled my love nest with what felt like a gallon of steamy hot jism.
I pulled myself out from under my sweaty, hot man and collapsed on my marriage bed, pulling my large lover down on top of me. "Just because I let you fuck me still does not mean my thong’s are any of your business", I said. Laughing he said, "let me know if there is anything else around the house you need me to take a look at", after an afternoon of the hottest, nastiest fucking I have ever had in my life, I will be sure to require his services again, and again, and again.
Pulling ourselves off of each other we jumped in the shower and cleaned up a little. Getting turned on by the sight of his body covered in water and my hands rubbing him from top to bottom got me wetter than the water did. Apparently he was hot as well because i could feel his hard cock sliding between my legs searching for the enterance to my drenched pussy. He picked me up, with my back against the wall he plowed into me with the force of a thousand horses. We came together and once again he filled my crevice with his love juice. Watching him get dressed and covering up his body mad me look forward to the next time I can find something that needs repair.
A few hours later after dinner was finished and the kids were in bed, my husband asked me "how was Wayne today", very cooly i replied "he was great he did the job and went on his way, saying to let him know if I need anything else". I felt like the worst wife / person in history, that is until i noticed the lipstick mark on the band of my husbands boxer shorts. Not saying anything or remarking on my new discovery I found myself turned on by the fact that we both fucked other people today, and were still turned on by eachother. Now if I could only figure a way to have sex with the man that I love, and the man that I love to fuck at the same time i would be one happy housewife.
After the children were off to school I started the shower to clean myself up after a long night of hard love making. All the usual activities, wash and condition my long blond hair, lather up the loofa sponge with my peach flavored body wash, and remove the stubble now growing around my husband’s favorite body part.
It was an unusually warm autumn day so I dressed in a short above the knee sun dress with little spaghetti shoulder straps. Tugging on the dress to make sure it covered the hot pink g-string and matching strapless bra, it was time for shoes. After deciding on my lace up open sandals, I grabbed my purse, put the dog in the car and off I went.
Once again the dog was less than thrilled to be visiting the vet, so after a 10 minute struggle to get him out of the car and into the office I decided to stop at the local grocery store. Yes I think my husband deserved a nice dinner after his splendid performance last night, Roast beef it is. With the groceries loaded into the back of my car I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and speed dialed our landlord. Two rings later his gruff voice answered the phone with an enthusiastic "well hello Mrs. Mitchell". I reminded him that it was time again for the furnace to be winterized, he replied, I will try to fit you in today but I can’t guarantee that I will be able to. I asked him to see what he could do because the rest of the week I had scheduled to be out of the house all day.
"I will do my best" he replied, "I have no doubt you will" was my response.
At last the chores were done and the rest of the day was mine to relay and take my time getting the house and dinner just right for when Tim gets home. As I pulled up to my house I noticed Wayne’s (Landlord) truck pulled in the driveway. Oh good I thought. Wayne was leaning against the side of his truck beaming when I stepped out of my car, showing a little leg. "I did my best Mrs. Mitchell", he gloated. "Not yet you still have work to do", I gushed. I could feel my body start to react to this slight sexual banter. Wayne helped bring in the groceries and set to work on the furnace.
Wayne was a huge man. About 6’6 and 230lbs his muscles were literally stretching out his black t-shirt. All the women in the area were always finding little chores for Wayne. Gossip was that Wayne was a real tiger, always doing his "best" to keep his property’s looking and working good.
All the groceries were in the fridge; I grabbed a soda and the laundry basket and hit the stairs down to the basement. Wayne was laying on his back looking up into a filter on the furnace, I could not help staring at his form laying on the floor, his shirt had lifted away from his jeans to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein Shorts, and a peak at his stomach; that to my satisfaction was very tan and covered with a thick layer of honey colored hair. I could feel myself starting to get wet. I hastily set down the soda, and with a weak smile at Wayne picked up the Laundry basket and headed over to the washer.
I could feel his eyes moving over my body, I did not know weather or not to feel embarrassed, or horny. "Pink looks good on you, Mrs. Mitchell"! Not understanding where the statement I turned to look at him, his eyes were blazing, and I could not help but notice the extremely large bulge in his jeans. "What" I stuttered, "when you leaned over to put your clothes in the drier your dress slid up a bit", "looks like your thong could use to be dried". I wanted to die!!! "I am not like your other tenants Mr. Adams, so my thong is none of your business, and you are not the reason why it is wet" I proclaimed. I grabbed the basket and marched up the stairs not bothering to shield myself from his gaze. Once I hit the landing I had to lean against the wall to keep myself from collapsing.
About 2 hours later I was in the kitchen starting dinner when I heard the cellar door close, when I turned around Wayne was standing behind me with his shirt tucked thrown over his shoulder. He looked like he was hand carved by a master craftsman. I immediately started to get wet again. "If your thong is none of my business, than my body is none of yours so you can blink now". "If you enjoy looking you can, if you want to touch me, you can, if you want to do more that is your choice". Here was an open invitation for me to have my way with this stunningly beautiful man. "I can’t I am married, and I love my husband" blurted from my mouth, "I will not come between you and your husband, and loving him has nothing to do with this". Seeing the confusion in my face he approached me engulfing me in his embrace. "I’ll stop if you want me to" he whispered into my ear. I melted in his arms, I could not tell him no. His skin was so hot my body started at once to react to his touch. "Not here", I gasped. At once he picked me up in his huge arms and carried me down the hall, our lips never breaking apart.
Setting me back on my feet at the foot of my bed, with one strategic and gentle tug my dress was around my ankles. While he professionally undid my bra from the back I fumbled with his belt. I could not stop myself I not only wanted him, but I needed him. With his belt off and jeans unbuttoned I yanked them down so he was standing in front of me in just his black Calvin Klein jockey shorts. His man meat was beginning to expand and push his jockeys away from his body. I had to get them off of him; feeling his cock swell with my touch almost made me cum. He was huge, at least 11 inches and as thick as my wrist, with balls the size of kiwis. I started to remove my soaked thong while he licked my nipple and stroked my back when he grabbed my hands and said "I’ll take care of that for you", the words I were about to say never made it past my lips. Wayne picked me up and guided me onto the bed, kissing every inch of my hot body. After paying special attention to my breasts he started to lick his way down to my hot, wet, hairless pussy. I don’t remember him ever removing the thong, the next thing I knew his mouth and tongue were thrashing around, causing me to violently shutter in ecstasy. He made me cum 3 times before he moved from my well worked pussy.
It was now my turn. I used every muscle in my body to force him onto his back; I went down his body tasting every bit of him, giving him little bites in strategic places. Finally I reached his huge meat pole; I was a little worried on how to fit a cock of that size into my mouth but wasted no time at all in attempting. As I started to gently tease it with my tongue Wayne let out a loud moan of pleasure. This was just the encouragement I needed. With a deep breath in I shoved his cock deep into my mouth, working it in and out with as much suction I could give. Feeling Wayne’s hips grinding with my hand stroking him while I his hard hot cock was forcing its way further down my throat told me to keep going. I pulled his cock from my stretched lips and took to his balls, licking them, pulling them; I could feel his cock start to pulse. Not wanting to loose my reward I took his cock back in my mouth and fed on it. Sucking, stroking, and pulling at his balls; Wayne let loose, grabbing the back of my head and forcing his exploding cock further down my throat, I felt his hot cum wash over my inside. He could not speak due to his gasping for breath. When he finally re-composed himself he took me in his arms and forced his tongue into my mouth like a man.
Covered in each others juices I felt his cock swelling against my hot thigh. "I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life", he growled in my ear. In one swift motion I was on my back with Wayne planted firmly between my legs. I braced myself against the headboard in anticipation of his huge cock entering me. My pussy was so wet his entire meat glided deep into me with little hesitations. Slowly at first Wayne was teasing my pussy with his cock, He leaned over me pressing his hairy chest down onto my firm hot tits. His cock felt like it was six foot long while he pressed it back into me. Faster and faster he proceeded to impale me. Our bodies were moving in a simultaneous motion. Melting together I pulled him down onto me firmly and panted harder into his ear; He obliged. The breath was stolen from my body while he fucked me hard and fast. My pussy was stretched, I’m sure to its limit and he was penetrating me further and deeper than any other man I have ever been with. I could feel his hot cock head ramming against my uterus, feeling like he was stabbing at my insides, his balls slapping hard against my ass and his body grinding against my clit my body gave one great shutter and I came with him still fucking my socket. "Your not done yet, I’m gonna make you come at least 2 more times", Wayne proclaimed.
He lifted me up pushing me onto my knees, and positioning himself behind me. Fearing this activity because it promotes deeper penetration, I hesitated to allow him access to my love portal. This seamed to get him going even more. With the small amount of force it took him to access me, I found myself rocking back and forth on his enormous cock, after a while I noticed that he was not fucking me, but I was fucking him. "Fuck my cock", he kept saying over and over. I could feel his cock start to pulse again, I leaned back into him until I could feel his forest of pubes pressing against my tight ass hole, maintaining this position I squeezed my over sexed, well warned cunt on his cock until he filled my love nest with what felt like a gallon of steamy hot jism.
I pulled myself out from under my sweaty, hot man and collapsed on my marriage bed, pulling my large lover down on top of me. "Just because I let you fuck me still does not mean my thong’s are any of your business", I said. Laughing he said, "let me know if there is anything else around the house you need me to take a look at", after an afternoon of the hottest, nastiest fucking I have ever had in my life, I will be sure to require his services again, and again, and again.
Pulling ourselves off of each other we jumped in the shower and cleaned up a little. Getting turned on by the sight of his body covered in water and my hands rubbing him from top to bottom got me wetter than the water did. Apparently he was hot as well because i could feel his hard cock sliding between my legs searching for the enterance to my drenched pussy. He picked me up, with my back against the wall he plowed into me with the force of a thousand horses. We came together and once again he filled my crevice with his love juice. Watching him get dressed and covering up his body mad me look forward to the next time I can find something that needs repair.
A few hours later after dinner was finished and the kids were in bed, my husband asked me "how was Wayne today", very cooly i replied "he was great he did the job and went on his way, saying to let him know if I need anything else". I felt like the worst wife / person in history, that is until i noticed the lipstick mark on the band of my husbands boxer shorts. Not saying anything or remarking on my new discovery I found myself turned on by the fact that we both fucked other people today, and were still turned on by eachother. Now if I could only figure a way to have sex with the man that I love, and the man that I love to fuck at the same time i would be one happy housewife.
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