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When I woke up that fateful morning I had no idea I would have the best sex of my young life later that night. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed an amazing sex life with myself, my girlfriend/mentor Angela and a small but rewarding number of men. I have pleasured myself with a wide variety of sex toys that I own ranging from the average vibrator, suction cup dildos, inflatable dildos, pussy pumps, anal plug’s and anything else you can find on the internet that I can afford on my students salary.



I had experienced a mind blowing threesome with Angela and her man and most recently I had brought a very nice man home and completely dominated him in every way that I wanted.



As great as all of that had been, it was just a foretaste of things to come.



When I walked in to our local pub to meet my girlfriends for our normal Friday night drinks I didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary. I found my friends and sat down for our normal small talk and gossip. After a few drinks I excused myself for the restroom. On the way back to the table I stopped at the bar to talk to our bartender and order another round for myself and the girls.



As I waited for the drinks he came up behind me. He placed his hands on my lower back with force. He began to whisper into my ear as he pushed his body into mine from behind. At the time I figured it was an old male friend or one of the girls just fucking with me. But when he spoke I knew that it was him. The young, plain, very kind man I had taken home and dominated just recently.



“I hope you had fun using me last time, I know I did. But tonight it’s my turn, and I am going to make you cum until the sun rises.” As he spoke my pussy began to get hot and wet from what he was saying and from my memory of the things we had done last.



It was an amazing night for me, the first time I ever controlled a man completely. The first time I did everything I wanted to do and made him know that I was using him for my pleasure as much as he was getting pleasure from me. It was liberating to say the least.



His words shocked me because the very reason I picked him out of the crowd that night was because I thought he was a complete and true gentleman. Opening doors for women he did not know, having thoughtful conversations and buying drinks without hesitation. He was raised with respect and manners and I knew from this that he could follow my directions very well. So to hear him (and feel him) commanding sex from me like I was his, like I belonged to him was not what I expected in the least.



Regardless of what I expected it certainly excited me! I turned to face him and as I did he pulled me in even closer to his body. I could feel his strength controlling my skinny frame and I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my stomach. A thousand words raced through my mind and not a single one of them was “let me go” or “get off of me.” I was most definitely ready for this night, or at least I thought I was.



“My place again?” I asked and with that he led me out the front door towards his car. As we walked out I caught a brief glimpse of my girlfriend’s faces with their mouths half open as they processed what was happening. I laughed to myself as I thought about the texts and stories they would all be sending and expecting.



He drove me to my house without asking for any directions. The whole time we were in a silence that was almost unbearable but oddly made me that much more intoxicated by the thoughts of things to come. My pussy tingled and grew wetter and wetter as I sat there replaying scenes of amazing sex in my mind. Sex that I had had before or things I had seen from others.



I thought about the drunk girl video who does anal and loves it (do a search for it) or one of my other favorites with the muscular amateur and his tight girlfriend. I love good amateur stuff because I always think to myself “I should be doing that!”



I love the porno of Jenna Haze and belladonna because both are built like me, skinny with not much in the curves department but love to have all kinds of great sex.



I also like Flower Tucci because of her squirting videos. She is a lot like me with her squirting, she has her best “squirt while fucking” sex from anal because the pussy isn’t so full that it can’t release.



When I am in a really “nasty/kinky” mood I can’t get enough of Extreme Kream, especially her videos with brutal dildos or machines. Of course it is graphic and not “pretty” by any means but a woman who can control her body, holes and muscles that well has to be appreciated in my book plus her squirting is amazing!



These are the kind of things I had going through my mind as we sat in silence at the red lights, stop signs and what not. I was getting more and more wet by the second and when we finally pulled into my drive I was careful to get up out of my seat because I was sure that my sun dress was soaked.



As we walked into my house he shut the door behind us and then picked me up and carried me to my bed. He tossed me down and in one fast motion he pulled my summer dress completely off of me to reveal my small bare tits and my black thong. I sat up to pull his pants down and get my mouth onto his dick but as I tried he pulled me up onto my feet and looked me right into my eyes.



“I am going to do things you have never had done to you. You are going to do everything I tell you to and you will do it until I tell you to stop.” He had a very stern tone in his voice. He was not asking me, he was telling me!



With that he turned me around and pressed me against the wall. He pinned his arm above my shoulder and with the other arm he pulled the straps off my dress letting it fall to the floor. Because I am so small in the chest department and never wear underwear I went from fully dressed to completely naked in one swift motion. I could feel his hot body pressing into me and I could feel my dripping wet pussy throbbing for release.



He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side so that he could suck my neck.



I don’t mind the hair pulling but this was just a little bit more forceful than I was used to so my body fought a little. He felt the resistance and instead of letting up on me he pressed me into the wall, not too hard but not soft either. It seemed that he was letting me know that he was the strong one tonight, I could not stop him and I would have no choice but to do what he made me.



A sudden panic came over me; I had never been dominated like this. Rough sex was always something I liked watching but I had never been in the fire feeling my body being controlled before. I began to panic a little bit and right when my mind started to race I felt the soft, warm stroke of his hand across my butt cheeks. Then lower onto the back of my leg. My heightened sense from the way he was handling me made me feel every stroke of him, every movement sent a tingle to my spine and straight to my brain.



Just as I relaxed his hand landed hard on my ass. Then again, and again. He spanked each cheek a few times and I felt the blood rushing to my ass with each sting he delivered. It didn’t last very long but I was gasping against the wall when he was done. My mind was racing, my body tensing. Then I felt his fingers running up my inner thigh. I felt his finger brush against my clean shaven, soaking wet pussy and I shuddered at the feeling it left behind.



He picked me up and carried me on his shoulder to my bedroom and threw me down onto my bed. As he began to take his clothes off he told me what to do to him.



“Get over here and suck my cock.” He said plain, deep and stern. And I listened.



I crawled on all fours over to the edge of my bed, opened up my mouth and began to swallow his dick all the way down to the back of my throat. I used all my best skills on him just like the last time and his cock grew steel hard in my mouth. Right when I thought he was about to cum deep down in my throat he grab my hair and began to slowly fuck my mouth like it was my pussy. The last time I had his dick in my mouth I faked like I was gagging on him to give that extra visual and auditory stimulation to him and his ego. This time however he actually made me gag as he increased in speed and literally fucked my mouth hard with a hand full of my hair. I could feel his balls smacking into my chin and I started to have a hard time breathing. But I wanted his cum in my mouth so bad I kept going. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I forced him out of me as I gasped for air.



While I was catching my breath he walked over to my dresser drawer where I keep all of my toys and he grabbed a bunch of things and tossed them onto the bed by me. With each toy he threw at me I grew in excitement of the possibilities of what he could or would do to me with them.



I sat up onto my knees and started to finger myself while he went through my draw of goodies. He watched me slide a finger, then two and then three into myself while he stroked his cock.



“Get on all fours” he commanded me, and I did as I was told as fast as possible. I could feel him climb onto the bed behind me and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. I felt cool, water like feeling on my back and then his hand began to rub me all over. All over my tight ass and my lower back. All over my pussy and asshole. He slid a finger in each hole but quickly pulled out so that I couldn’t get full satisfaction from him. When he was done I was covered in lube and ready to be used for the rest of the night!



As I reached the limit of how much I could hold back he started going to work on me. He pushed me down onto my stomach and started to finger the shit out of my pussy. While fingering me he used his other hand to spread my tiny ass apart and lick all around, in and out of my little rosebud asshole. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he did his work and my pussy reached the edge.



“I’m cumming” I said…..and right before I could he pulled away from me completely. The sudden shock of him not touching me was crazy and I immediately reached for my clit to finish the job but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.



“Don’t you fucking cum yet. I didn’t tell you to cum for me!” But cumming was all I wanted to do. I could not believe he was making me resisting the one thing I wanted so bad!



“Grab your ass and spread yourself open for me.” He commanded, I could feel his warmth closing in on me and I did as I was told. His engorged cockhead touched the opening of my spread asshole and I shivered at the thought of him inside of me.



“Is this what you want from me?” He asked



“Yes” I whispered. And he pulled back away from me.



“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and I beg me for it.” My pussy was literally dripping wet wanting to cum and my asshole was throbbing from wanting him in me. The fact that he wasn’t touching me was driving me crazy and all I could think was…



“Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock in my asshole. Please make me cum all over this bed. Make me squirt all over you and myself and grab my hair and don’t stop doing it until I can’t be fucked anymore!”



With that he placed his dick back at my tiny opening and started pressing his way into me. It was so amazing, the tight feeling of him opening me up. My ass resisted at first but opened to let him in finally popping him in past the first opening. Once he was in me I sat back onto him to get him all the way in. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I love getting my ass fucked so I started rocking back and forth on his dick. After about a minute I had him all the way into me. Deep inside where I could feel him in my stomach. I love that feeling, for me that’s where my ass cum’s the best. Unfortunately for me his smart self knew that and right as I was hitting my sweet spot with his dick he pulled out of my ass just like he did my pussy!



It was torture, my pussy dripping wet and pulsating, my asshole throbbing and empty. I wanted to finish the job so bad, I wanted him in me at full speed but he was not. He would not give me what I wanted and it drove me to the edge and past where I had ever gone before as I strained to hold back my orgasm.



As I stayed put on all fours waiting for him my anticipation grew. Then I heard him open the lube bottle and I gasped a little at the thought of what was coming, even though I had no idea what that would be. First I felt something touch my ass. It was cool but not cold. It started going in and I did my best to accept it in. but it got harder and hard as he pushed.



“Fuck” I let out as I tried to take it inside me. He responded by backing out all the way to either tease me or let me relax a little bit. Both plans worked as I got that feeling again of needing to be filled and my ass relaxed and took more and more in on the second try. By this time I had figured out that he was putting my largest anal plug in me. It is Pyrex (plastic glass) and its 5 ½ inches long and a little more than 3 and a half inches across at the widest point! It is just about 10 inches in circumference I think!! If you have no idea what I am talking about, do a internet search for it and you will see  It is a great stretch and pretty hard to fit in even for someone who enjoys it but you don’t have to take it all the way in have a good time with it. For me it is a challenge that I love to take on and this night was no exception.



Now that I knew what I was in for I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy a little bit as he slowly moved in and out with my toy. It took a few minutes but finally I relaxed enough that the entire width popped past my outer ring and slid into me so nice, so full. The sudden fullness made my pussy get tight as hell just from the invasion and I was about to cum all over when he grabbed my hand and literally flipped me over onto my back!



“I still have not told you to cum. You think I didn’t see you playing with yourself? You will cum when I tell you to and if you cum before we will start this all over again do you understand me?” He asked with a hard voice.



“Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” I responded. I was really starting to get into the submissive role and it was really turning me on being told what to do so forcefully. Just the thought of what he would make me do to him or the things he was going to do to me made me unbelievably horny.



“Lay back and close your eyes.” He told me and I immediately wished I had a blindfold! But I did as I was told. I’ll put the blindfold on my “things to buy list!”



I felt something touch me around my pussy and then I heard the sound of air rushing. Right away I knew he was using a pussy pump on me while my ass was so very full with my plug. I had obviously used both toys before but I had never used them together. The feeling of my ass being as full as it has ever been combined with the pull and blood rush of my pussy being pumped made me feel so tight I don’t think anything else could possible fit inside of me. It was amazing!



“Now come suck my dick some more.” He told me as he laid down on his back.



I got up carefully so as to not pull the pump off of my pussy. As I got down into the dick sucking position my ass went up into the air and the plug and pump shifted ever so slightly into a new, even more intense position. I had to stop everything to gather myself so that I didn’t cum right then and there.



After I got control of myself I went to work on his dick. Sucking, stroking, and jacking him off. I could tell he was close right before he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his dick.



“Lick my balls.” He commanded as he raised his hips and pushed my face down. I again, did as I was told. I licked all around his balls, his taint, even his asshole. As I passed by his tight butt he grabbed my hair and forced my face into him, making me eat his ass. Normally this is not my favorite thing to do unless I am eating a girl and we have just showered but he smelled like soap and was completely clean of all hair so it was really quite a turn on for me. So I kept going, burying my tongue into his asshole as far as I could.



Suddenly he rolled off the bed, stood up and grabbed me by my face as he started to cum all over me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wave after wave of hot cum hit me and rolled down my young, slutty face.



“Oh my god.” He screamed out as I lapped up as much as he gave me.



He stepped back as I cleaned my face up and he caught his breath. Then he came to me again.



“Turn around on all fours.” I did so, as he took the pussy pump and released the pressure. The rush of blood leaving the area was so intense I started to cum.



“Oh my God please let me cum, it’s so good baby, please let me cum?” I pleaded as I tried to hold back.



I waited for an answer but got nothing. I flexed and squeezed all my muscle waiting for permission and when I didn’t hear him reply I closed my eyes and did everything I could to not release. Just then I felt his entire dick drive all the way into my pussy pushing me completely overboard and making me cum. I was so tight from my pussy being swollen from the pump and my ass being full with the giant glass plug that I could feel every single vein in his cock as it slammed in and out of me. Each thrust was another wave of orgasm hitting me harder and harder like a tidal wave getting ready to crash.



He pulled out fast and grabbed my hips. He swung me around so that I was on the edge of the bed and he flipped me all in one strong motion. He was literally manhandling me, not giving me any option as to what to do, and it was awesome!



I pretended to fight a little as he pushed my shoulders off the bed and down towards the floor but he over powered me and before I knew it I was lying on a pillow upside down looking at my own pussy.



He plunged his dick back inside my swollen lady parts and the orgasm picked right up where it had left off. After about a minute of stroking in and out of me and making sure I saw his dick going in me he pulled out.



“You came on my face last time, now it’s your turn. You can cum now and I want you to push that squirt harder than you ever have before.”



With that I started feverishly rubbing my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me and massaged my G-spot like it was a punching bag. The rough touch was just what I needed and I started to push as that “have to go” feeling came to me.



“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed as my juice sprayed all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my hair and the floor beneath me. I loved it, and when I opened my eyes and saw my swollen pussy pumping and pushing and opening I was in shock and in love with what he was doing to me.



I was pushing so hard I could feel the 3.5″ inch wide almost 10 inch around butt plug trying to pop out of my ass. I was a little worried about that both because of the obvious and because he had not told me to take it out. So I finally began to calm myself down and bring my orgasm back to earth. It had been about 5 minutes since I started cumming and I was literally light headed.



“Go take a shower and remove your toy. Then come back to me ready for more.” He told me almost reading my mind about how sticky and cum covered I was.



I got into the shower and turned it on hot but my legs were so weak I had to sit down on my shower stool. Sitting down on a butt plug that large is an interesting feeling to say the least and it shocked the hell out of me.



After I got my legs back and carefully, slowly removed my plug I washed myself from head to toe, got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large towel. I walked back into my room to find him standing naked by my bed spread which was laid out on the floor with a strange device lying on top of it.



“Take off the towel and go stand in front of the spreader bar.” He commanded. I had seen spreader bars in those kinky bondage porn clips before but I had never used one or actually seen one in real life before. It was kind of tough looking. All black, a metal bar with chains and leather cuff straps on the end and in the middle.

***This is more of a guide than a sex story. There is some exciting things but it is not focused on fantasy at all. This is about my life and how I work at making things work for me. I am not a doctor or a counselor; nothing I write is meant to treat or diagnosis anything. I am just a girl with a very little bit of life experience. This is “My Guide to Sex in a Relationship,” it works for me and I hope it works for you as well.



Over my five years in university I have learned a lot of things. A lot of things in school of course but even more out of school. I have grown from a timid, skinny, insecure young girl into a sexually confident young woman. I have now found my one true love in a man whom I least expected but am most excited. I fall in love with him over and over each day and am looking forward to our long, happy life together. I had a lot of help along the way to finding him and I learned my lessons well so I am going to share some of those lesson’s with you all in hopes that anyone who is willing may learn a little. (And don’t worry this doesn’t mean my stories are over, I still have some old ones and will be making many new one’s :-) )




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These are my personal keys to staying together, staying happy and staying sexually satisfied with one another.



The first thing I would say to anyone male or female is to really get into what you are doing, I mean put yourself mentally into it like it is the one thing you want most. That cum, that orgasm, that sweet sweat dripping off your bodies as you glide, slide and pound into one another. The reason guys like porn so much in my opinion is because the girls are so receptive. They aren’t repressed and hiding under the covers with the lights off. They don’t lay there quietly in one position expecting the man to get all the work done himself. They love what they are doing or at least act like they do and I have to say that even if you are not physically as into sex as you want to be, acting the part goes a long way into forcing your body to get with the program!



Men are creatures of confidence; if you build him up he will be better for you every time you go to bed. If you break him down you will end up resenting each other and your sex life will fail along with your relationship. Make him feel like he is the king of your world sexually, like he is amazing at the things he does. Let him know about the things you love him to do to you. “Oh my god baby, when you flipped me over and grabbed my hips and rammed into me, that felt amazing.” Or “I love the way you eat my pussy, it feels so good when you lightly flick across my clit like that.” Not only are you instructing him to get you off but you make him feel as if it was all his doing. One thing I will add to this is that the more you think about how great he is the more he will actually become great both to you and in fact so you are really doing yourself a favor as much as him.



Be vocal, say you like it, say you want more of it and let each other know exactly what it is you do want. I know that there is a great romance for women to want a man to sweep her off her feet and know exactly what buttons to push at exactly what time but the reality is you have to help him find the right buttons before he can call your number. Teach each other how to make love, how to fuck, how to screw and you will learn so much more about one another.



Give your body to the process. This is something I have learned recently that has taken me to new heights I thought I would never climb. Think about it this way, the first time you go for a run you can’t go 5K. But as you run more and more and build up your abilities you can run 5K or even more. Sex is the same way. The first time probably sucked or hurt or both, but it sure gets better right? The same should be said about our advanced sex lives, it should get better as we work at it.



Practice makes perfect and practicing by yourself can be the best teacher oftentimes. I’ll give a few sexy examples to make this more than just a how to book. I remember the first time I sucked dick. I was no good at it. I couldn’t take it very deep, I couldn’t suck very hard, I felt clumsy and embarrassed by the fact that I didn’t know what I was doing. A few years later I got the bright idea of practicing on one of my dildos. I found one that seemed about the size of my failed attempt and started trying things out.



I parted my lips and slid the toy into my mouth. I rubbed it around to get used to feel of a hard cock touching all over the inside of my mouth. I pushed it to that gag point and pulled back a little, then I pushed it more. My pussy began to involuntarily get wet so I started to rub myself to take my mind off of my gagging. As I slid a finger inside myself I slid the cock deeper into my mouth. Again the gagging so I backed out. I kept doing this in small motions until I felt the toy hit the back of my throat! I started moving it in and out as I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my wetness all over my clit. I leaned my head back and pushed the cock down into my throat. Then I pulled it out and then back down again. I was taking it all the way as far as it could go so I grabbed a larger toy and quickly started the process over again. Before I knew it I was sliding a good sized toy dick (about my love’s size) all the way down my throat as far as it could go and I was literally fucking my mouth with it! It didn’t do anything for me physically but the first time I let a guy fuck my mouth like that it did a great deal for him and I was extremely proud of my abilities in the bed room and a confident lover is a good lover. Now I can lay back on my bed and let him slide deep into my throat and back out at feverish speeds without any problem and he loves it!



I had the same experience with my asshole years ago as well. Anal sex was not the best thing in the world. It honestly hurt me some so I had a fear of it. But one day while in the shower I used a finger up my bum. I let it sit inside me while I felt my ass rim flex and squeeze at the intrusion. Quickly though it relaxed and allowed the penetration. I used another finger with the same result, a little shock and squeeze and then entry granted. Eventually I could easily fit three fingers wide into my ass with no pain at all or four fingers grouped together without the least bit of trouble.



I also had many toys at my disposal and I learned to take them all inside of me. I would lie on my side while I slowly inserted them inside my most tight of holes. Then I would flex my ass on the toy as hard as I could and hold the flex for a while to fully grasp how tight I could get myself (and I can get really fucking tight!). After flexing I would release my muscles and let my rosebud open up to the foreign object inside of her. I would start using the toy in and out of myself speeding up and eventually using enough force that I would squirt my cum all over the place. One thing I love to do is get fucked in doggy-style position and while he is fucking my pussy I get a longer silicone dildo (so I can reach) and fuck my own ass with it as he watches me and fucks me! It makes me and him cum every time.



I have spent so much time training my ass that I can now go out in public with a butt plug in and do all of my daily duties and enjoy every step I take! (I do wear underwear just in case for some reason I was to lose control and it popped out in public, that would be embarrassing to say the least.)



Keep yourself clean! I cannot over state the importance of this. Honestly if you meet the best looking person in your life and they smell like b.o. you will back off. If you proceed with them and their breath is rancid you will shy away more and if they have a crotch that smells like week old meat you will most likely puke on them. Keeping yourself clean is both better for you and your lover or potential lovers. Trimming, shaving, waxing, etc. as well as the normal soap, shampoo and toothpaste are as much a sex toy as a dildo and a strap-on. Without the one you are much less likely to get the other.



Enemas are a vital part of my sex life now. I absolutely love anal sex, I can cum from it as easily as I can flick my clit or rub my g-spot but I have had to learn the skill over the years. One thing that helps tremendously for women is to know that there is no “accident” waiting to happen. Getting a good enema is like washing your pussy well to make sure it is fresh and clean. The cleaner you are the dirtier you are likely to get in bed! Make sure to never use the saline solution that comes from the drug store kits because it will dry you out and also make sure you never use your tap water unless it’s filtered. Get distilled water and warm it up in the microwave (but not to hot, you don’t want to burn your insides). They sell enema bags at most all drug or grocery stores but I actually prefer to get the douche bags and use them because they hold more liquid (2-4 quarts is my preference). Make sure you use warm water (helps keep cramping at minimum) and make sure to hold the liquid in as long as you can while lying on your back or in the doggy style position. Some people like to add a little bit of soap and others like to add some olive oil or mineral oil to the bag. Coffee, milk, and even wine are common practices for enemas and all have some medical and scientific backing to benefitting health. I prefer warm water only followed by a 4oz shot of water based lube just before penetration. Just get an enema syringe (I believe in America they are called enema bulbs) the ones that look like a baby nose sucker. (I guess you could actually use a nose sucker to get the lube in, that should work just fine). Doing this both cleans me out and lubes me up inside as much as possible and let’s face it, the better lubed we are the better the sex feels.



Take time to learn you own body. So many times we are in such a rush to get to the next place in life, school, work, the gym, a meeting or whatever. When it comes to masturbating we normally just skip to the end, get a vibrator on our clit and cum fast so we can get going to that next “thing.” (Normally for me it’s sleep.) But think of this, how can you instruct or guide a lover to the things you like most or want most at that time if you don’t know your own body?



I would never have known that I love to be double penetrated if I hadn’t taken the time to use two toys in myself at once. I love my magic wand but I would probably still just turn it on and put it on my clit if I didn’t take time to experiment with it. I like it on my asshole while I fuck myself with my long silicone dildo or vibrator (although sometimes both vibrations are to much.) I also like putting the wand on my clit while I ride my suction cup dildo or just lay on my back and fuck my pussy with a toy while I rub my clit with the wand. Or my pump up dildo, I love the full, full feeling I get from it and I also like to get it real big and flec my pussy muscles on it as hard as I can both sucking it into me and pushing it out as well. It trains the muscles and feels wonderful at the same time!



I would have never learned the anal skills I have today if I didn’t teach myself the proper way to do it for me. How to enema and lube myself. How to relax for entry, how to take larger object’s and flex on them. Vibrators, beads, plugs are all things I use to keep myself ready and able to cum at ease from my ass. Constant use only makes me want it that much more. I can’t even shower without sliding a finger or two inside myself!



And my biggest perhaps, I would have never learned to squirt had I not used that g-spot vibrator until I got that feeling. Once I felt like I had to go, (had to go pee is a pretty accurate description although I can now make a very clear distinction in the two feelings) I took the toy out of myself and allowed my muscle’s to release rather than the normal holding back I was so used to. I soaked my bed and myself and rocked my own world literally screaming out in ecstasy in the privacy of my own apartment. Now I can cum multiple times before my man is even close, I can get myself so wet that I can take more of a hardcore pounding and I owe it all to taking the time to find out about my own body.



For guys you need to realize (and your women do to) that just because your dick likes to be touched, stroked, grabbed, licked, sucked and fucked DOES NOT mean that is the only thing your body has to offer sexually. You have numerous erotic zones on your body just like women do but for some reason culture has programmed men to think dick and dick only when it comes to male satisfaction. Let your women try new things on your body.



The biggest male “Oh hell no” is of course the ass. Most men jump through the roof if you even mention touching their ass, except for the ones who have been man enough to allow their women to do so. Here is the thing boys, women love asses. We obsess over our own asses, we look at other women’s asses, we work out to get a “booty” or to work our booty’s off. We love nice asses and especially a nice man’s ass! So let her grab it, let her rub it, let her take you into the shower and wash it. Let her kiss it, lick it, stoke your lubed up cock while she eats you and maybe even let her go into you. That’s right let her lube her finger, lick your asshole and slide inside of you. Maybe use a vibrator in you? I have a strap-less strap on that inserts in my pussy and goes inside of you and vibrates both of us! The bigger the part that inserts in the women the better to hold onto you’re your pc muscles with and I have to say there is something amazingly powerful about using a strap-on as a women. It is simply an awesome point of view and if you have a man who is strong enough in his sexuality to let you go there by all means go for it, you will have fun being in his shoes for a while!



Men have a wonderful gift called the prostate and I promise you I have made my man cum from nothing but massaging him inside of his ass. So keep yourself clean boys and keep yourself open to new things because you just might fall in love with your own body as much as you love ours!



Be spontaneous. Planning things is great, we often times must plan well if we want to succeed. But over-planning only leads to let downs and false hopes. I prefer to prepare for anything and then let whatever happens happen. I have an entire draw full of toys that I can use for whatever situation. I have plugs, pumps, lubes, butterfly’s, beads, strap-on’s (for her or for him ;) ) wands, blindfold’s and gag’s (new to the collection) candles, music, cuff’s and on and on. You name it I probably got something you want. The point is I never know exactly what direction my man will take me or what path I want to travel from time to time. Maybe we fuck in the day at the school and I don’t need any of those things. Maybe we get into it on the couch while watching a movie and don’t need any toys at all. But maybe we have a couple glasses of wine and want to get lost in a night of fullness and cum. So be prepared but also be up for anything you like because you never know what is right around the corner for you and that can be as exciting as any sex toy.



Have more sex. A lot of people say they have a lot of sex but really don’t. Still more people fit sex in when they have “time for it” (weekends or date nights) and don’t really give it the time it deserves.



Whatever your sex level is right now I personally challenge you to double it for one month. If you are having sex once a day then go for twice daily and make sure you make it count, don’t just go through the motions. Remember to get into it and really let your body go. Not only will your libido increase but you will feel healthier and more excited about life in general (libido is a lot like waking up early or doing cardio, the more you do it the more you want to do it, the more you NEED to do it). Just remember that not only are you going for more sex but you are also making sure it is more “good” sex. If at the end of the month you hated all the great sex you were having then I have no idea what to say to you other than I feel sorry for your partner.



Variety is the spice of life. Once you have done the one month of double the good sex challenge I further challenge you to have another month of equal amounts of sex only never do it the same way two times in a row. Different finishing positions, different locations, different holes, let him cum on you instead of in you, (actually tell him to cum on whatever part of your body you want him on, this is extremely exciting for men to hear and see). Make sure that each sex session you have is both fulfilling for you and your partner but also different every time. Add toys but use a different one (you may need to shop a little for each other ), music, lighting, oils, porno movies, computer clips, stories or whatever else your naughty mind can think of, just make sure you keep things changing and you will thank me for it later. (Or at least your body will!!!)



Adding to the variety rule I further challenge you to make sure you are staying connected at a personal level as well as a sexual one. Many couples drift apart after the “honeymoon phase” simply because things stop being new, they stop being “fun” and therefore you stop having fun with one another. A major component of sex aside from the physical connection is the mental, spiritual and emotional connection. I am not talking one night stand or sex fling “fun” I am talking life changing, “I want to keep doing this forever with just you and me and damn everyone else that looks at us or talks about us” style connection. (Please note that I understand there are a number of people who are not monogamous but live very happy, fulfilling lives together. I, however am not one of those and will never be as I am way to possessive to even dream of such a life style with my life partner but I do not judge or condemn anyone else who is happy with that choice. )



Put as much effort into your life outside of sex together as you put into your sex life together. Often times the men need to work on this more and the women need to work on the sex more but if that doesn’t fit you than that’s awesome but there is always room for change. Also remember that each of you are responsible for both sex and connection. Just because girls like to talk more and go out more doesn’t mean that they get a free pass. Your challenge is to find out the things he really wants to go do and not just the things you want to do and vice versa.



Try setting up dates that are unannounced. Try different restaurants you have never been to or take a longer drive to see a movie at a “new” Cineplex. Go for walks, get partners massages (girls you can book this as well as a guy can). Buy each other inexpensive things just because it makes you think of each other. Stop and kiss each other just because you want to. Hold hands, hug in public, and tell each other I love you out of the blue and mean it! Do not let yourself fall into the “eat, work, tv, sleep” lifestyle that so many couples get comfortable in because sooner or later one of you will start looking for excitement elsewhere. You are each other’s best protection from relationship problems.



One of my favorite night’s so far with my man has been the night he told me he was coming over to watch a movie. I got all clean shaved, hair washed, used a enema, made sure my place was perfect and when he showed up he bragged my coat and said “let’s go.” I protested that I wasn’t dressed well and he told me not to worry that I looked great the way I was. He took me to an informal but amazing restaurant and got a sample of various foods I don’t eat often. He bought wine that we shared. We talked about life, about the future and then out of nowhere he blatantly asked me about my fantasies in a public restaurant!

As Mark’s rental rounded the corner to come into town he passed a familiar place and a smile flashed on his face. Of all the strip clubs he had enjoyed, the Pink Paradise was his favorite. It had nothing to do with the club, although they definitely served a killer rib eye steak. What they did have was one of his closest friends as their star dancer.



Mark made three calls after he checked in to his hotel room and took a shower. As he soaped himself, he reflected on the circumstances that brought him to this obscure, out of the way, mid west city. Phil Johnson had been Mark’s roommate in college and also became his best friend. After college, Phil returned home and married his high schools sweetheart Gloria. Their son David was born a couple of years later. David was a healthy, rambunctious boy that made friends with everyone. He was well liked by his teachers and fellow students alike.



David took sick when he was 15 and Mark learned he had Multiple Sclerosis. Phil and Gloria were devastated as was Mark. His three best friends were as well. David loved football and his three buddies were exceptional players. He couldn’t play but he loved to watch. His friends and their coach made room for him on the team bus when they traveled to play other teams. David was thrilled. As his illness worsened, his friends careers blossomed. These young men had all won football scholarships to great schools with excellent programs.



Late one night, Mark had received a call from Phil telling him that David’s condition had worsened and that it was doubtful he would last much longer. Phil then told him all about his three best friends and how absolutely wonderful these guys have been to David.



“Gloria and I have a huge favor to ask of you,” Phil said.



“Anything buddy, anything you need, you know I’ll be there for you.”



Phil went on, “They have been with David all their lives and they have treated him like a king. It seems they are each up for the draft this year and Gloria and I wondered if you’d represent them. I do chickenshit law but you are one of the top sports attorneys in the country Mark. David’s friends deserve the kind of representation only a guy like you can provide.”



“Say no more. If they will have me, then they are represented.”



Less than a week later, David passed away. Mark met his new athletes Jamal, Rashad and Chris at the funeral. What struck Mark was how alike they looked. Each man was over 6′ 2″. They had broad shoulders, slim hips and the brightest smiles you ever saw. Their personalities matched their appearance. They readily agreed to Mark’s representation. Mark told them how much he appreciated everything they had done for David and promised to do everything to make their football careers lucrative, to say the least.



They went high in the draft and Mark and his team were successful is negotiating excellent contracts with three separate NFL teams. Their stats increased each year and they became highly paid spokesmen in their own rights. They became wealthy beyond their wildest hopes. With the help of excellent tax attorneys and staying single, they were each able to retain their money and they invested it well.



Now don’t get it wrong. They were single and Mark learned that they were total horn dogs but they were discrete. Mark had returned to their home town because it was the off season and they were all home visiting their folks. This way, he could see all of them in one place. They had meetings and worked out all of the business arrangements they had to take care of. Mark told them he had something to do but asked them to meet him at the Pink Paradise at 9pm.



They left and headed out to dinner.



In a nice home on a secluded street not far from the hotel, Cherry stepped from the shower. She dried herself and admired her image in the triple mirror. Her flaming red hair was her trademark and she wore it well. Her eyes gleamed as she saw her perfect 34C’s in the mirror. Her nipples were, as usual, adorned with stylish jewelry. Today, she wore emerald studded nipple rings combined with dual studded belly button and clit bars. The ball on her tongue was, of course, surgical grade stainless steel. Two small tattoo’s adorned her body and her tramp stamp was elegant and refined, which was a reflection of her essence.



Her legs were her showpiece, long, slim and perfectly shaped. At 5′ 8″ and only 115lbs, she was a picture of perfection. Her legs led to the most amazing ass any man had ever laid his eyes on.



The secluded location of her home and the private pool allowed her to have an overall dark tan. The caramel color of her skin, the body jewelry and her natural attributes made her a walking wet dream. She was naked all the time unless she was working or shopping. She enjoyed the touch and the feel of her own body as well as that of other men and women.



Mark hit the shower and then picked up the phone. It was answered on the third ring.



“Hello.”



“What time do you start work tonight?”



“Oh my God, are you in town?”



“Hello darling. Are you into a nice lobster dinner?”



“I sure am! What time?”



“An hour, our usual place.”



An hour later Mark pulled into the parking lot and saw a familiar face exiting her car. Cherry ran into his arms and she kissed him passionately. Cherry was wearing 4″ heels and Mark always found it strange to kiss a woman taller than his 5′ 11″ but in her case, he didn’t mind a bit.



They were seated and ordered drinks and entree’s. He held her hand as they got caught up on things they couldn’t or wouldn’t chat about online. She looked lovelier each time he saw her.



“I have a surprise for you tonight,” Mark quipped as he reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out a flat jewelers box.



“What is this?”



“Open it and find out.”



Cherry opened it and stared in amazement. “Oh Mark, you shouldn’t have.” Cherry gazed back at the perfect triple stoned sapphire earrings, with matching sapphire nipple rings, double stoned sapphire belly button bar and double stoned sapphire clit bar. She leaned over and kissed him warmly. “Why are you so nice to me?”



“When I needed a friend, you appeared and you have never left. You have never asked me for anything and yet you, in your own quirky way, give me more than any other woman I know.”



“I’ll never figure you out Mark.”



“Don’t try, because it would only confuse you more. On the other side of this, I have a very special gift for you tonight. but you won’t know what it is until we get to the club.”



They finished dinner and Cherry and Mark left for the club. When they arrived, Mark saw that the guys were already there. He took Cherry over to them and introduced her to them. Rashad flashed her the brightest smile and offered her a seat.



“Oh I have to get ready for work but if it is alright, I will be back shortly.”



Mark attempted to sit but was dramatically dragged by the arm to the end of the bar.



“What the hell is this?”



“Those guys are three of my biggest clients. They are friends of mine. They were David’s best friends.”



“The boy who died?”



“Yes and I wanted you to meet them.”



“Meet them, the whole world knows who they are. Oh my God, why?”



“Because I know what you want, I know what you like and I know what you crave. Dammit, can’t a guy do a friend a favor?”



“You are so good to me!” Cherry exclaimed.



“Just remember hon, this is their home town and yes, everyone knows them, so be discrete and enjoy. I will expect a full report.”



She kissed Mark deeply and went to change.



Mark returned to the table and ordered a round of drinks.



Jamal laughed, “Mark, you always get the hottest women.”



“She’s my friend but she is not for me. I can’t give her what she wants. I am hoping that you three can.”



Chris looked at Mark quizzically and said, “That’s a load of crap Mark. You can give her anything you want.”



“Hey, is it my fault I was born white? I know this woman better than I have ever known any other, and I know that I can’t give her what she needs. Treat her well, treat her with respect, but take care of her completely please. Remember this guys, Cherry has to work for three years to make as much as any one of you make in an hour. Just stay away from the blow. Okay guys?”



“You got it boss.”



“I am going to go see Phil and Gloria. I’ll talk to you before I leave.”



“Give them our love and tell them that we will be over tomorrow to see them.”



“I will,” Mark stated.



As the lights dimmed, the music came up and the spotlights shone on a goddess wearing sparkling sapphires.



“Would you look at that!” Rashad exclaimed as Cherry danced on the stage. “How does Mark do it? This woman is awesome. Look at that body, damn, look at those legs!”



Chris laughed, “How does Mark do what? Find a drop dead gorgeous woman in our own home town that none of us even knew existed?”



“Precisely.” Jamal said.



“Well, we will just have to ask her.”



Cherry had removed her top and her spectacular breasts held the audience’s attention. The beat of the music was deep and driving, just the way she liked it. She moved with such grace and sensuality as she grabbed the dance pole onstage.



The beat increased and she went onto the pole with a look of lust on her face that was indescribable. She looked at her men and that look promised them the night of their lives. As she danced around the pole, she stroked it with both hands as she looked into each of their eyes. She licked her lips and went higher onto it. Cherry defied gravity as her slender body spun. She stroked her own body deliciously.



Somehow, as she came off the pole, she was naked other than for her heels. She inwardly smiled as she witnessed the look on those mens faces. Their dark, radiating skin, their bright white smiles and their hard athletic bodies had made her so wet in anticipation. It was normal for her to become aroused but not like this. She leaked onto her thighs and felt her own wetness that only inflamed her more. Flashing a broad, sensuous smile at the men, she left the stage and appeared at their table.



“Where is Mark?” she asked.



“He went to visit David’s parents. He told us to take very good care of you,” Rashad informed her.



“That does not surprise me in the least. I am so sorry about David. I know how much he meant to you guys. His loss affected everyone in this town. That is how I met Mark.”



“How so?” Chris asked.



“I had gotten off work and went to the coffee shop and I was sitting there and Mark was sitting across from me. I see a lot of men in my job but I had never seen such an attractive guy look so sad. I sat with him and just let him talk. He felt so sorry for David’s parents. I didn’t know about you guys and I doubt Mark did then as well. I just never saw a better man hurt so much.”



The guys bought another round of drinks and several other dancers came over to offer lap dances but the guys, politely informed them that they had their lady for the night. Each girl that came over was tipped nicely and eventually, no one else bothered. Cherry took them to the VIP lounge which, in this small town was empty but allowed a full view of the stage. She danced for them and they tipped her so well. These men were not only gorgeous, they were respectful and they were so nice to be with.



“Mark told us that you might like to party later. We’d really enjoy that if you’re interested,” Rashad told Cherry.



Cherry ran her hand along his leg and told him she would absolutely love that.



“What else did he tell you about me?”



“Well, as usual, he has a measure of understatement about him. He told us you were very pretty. He didn’t tell us you were as hot as you are. He also told us, and I don’t believe him on this, that he had never laid a hand on you. None of us believe that,” Chris stated.



“Well guys, believe it. He and I have become the closest of friends and we both love the same things. Porn. We are both addicted to porn but he has never even so much as had a private chat with me. We watch porn and talk and comment a lot and sometimes that can get heated but he has never made any kind of move on me.”



Jamal just looked at her in disbelief, “Are we talking about the same Mark? Our Mark is the guy with the most gorgeous women on his arm. I mean, you are just as likely to see him with a model or a starlet. Mark gets more sugar than the brothers do. What is up with that?”



“Are they tall, thin, hot and horny black women? That is what he loves,” Cherry asked.



“Say what? Who told you that?” Rashad asked.



“He did. He and I watch black on black porn every night. He knows I adore big black men with huge cocks and he loves tall, slender, tight, sexy black women with small butts and nice tits. That is what turns him on.”



“Oh really,” Jamal smirked as he looked at his buddies.



“Yo mamma, you really like big, black cock? Come over here and see if you can make this bigger!” Rashad exclaimed as he grabbed his thigh.



Cherry gave him an very evil grin and began the sexiest lap dance she could do and she was rewarded with a bulge in his trousers that almost made her faint.



“Fuck that girl, he ain’t big. We’re bigger!” Jamal burst out.



Cherry could not wait until this night at work was over.



The club closed and she had the guys follow her home. Cherry was so wet by the time she got there and let the guys into the house. Mark had given her a wonderful gift and she planned to make the most of it.



Cherry put on the stereo, poured the guys a drink and bumped up a couple of lines of blow for her. She was really feeling good as she walked into the living room. Jamal put his large arms around her and pulled her close. She looked up into his eyes as he bent to kiss her. She melted at his touch and she began to undo his shirt as he kissed her deeply. He loosened her top and it fell to the floor. Her spectacular breasts came back into view and he gently cupped her and toyed with her Sapphire ornaments. Jamal bent and kissed her breast and his broad pink tongue teased her relentlessly. As he was doing this, he undid her skirt. It too fell to the floor and she kicked it aside.



Her naked body pressed against his as she undid his belt and zipper. As his trousers fell from his fantastic body, Cherry fell to her knees. Jamal did not disappoint her as his gorgeous member presented itself for her attention. She wrapped her hand around it and it was so spectacularly thick and long. Cherry rubbed his entire length and cradled his balls as her tongue began to caress every ridge, vein and inch of his manhood. She was a truly in heat and she rolled her tongue over his large head. Her mouth fell over the top and she began to take him into her mouth. Her mouth was open so wide and her tongue pleased him deliciously. She wanted all of him. She knew she could do it. She wanted to feel his cock deep in her throat. She relaxed, took a deep breath and began to allow him access to her hot, hungry throat.



“Fuck man, look at that. Look at how she is swallowing all of his cock!” Rashad exclaimed.



Rashad and Chris watched breathlessly as Jamal hit the back of Cherry’s throat. She grabbed his tight butt and her eyes rolled up. She became totally relaxed and she sank him deeper into her throat.



Cherry felt the head enter her throat and she pushed harder. She felt as his cock entered her lips and it kept moving deeper. She held his balls and felt his cock slide deeper. Two more inches and he would be all the way inside. Jamal pushed deeper and his cock slid in completely. She held him in and regained a steady breathing pattern. Jamal began to pull out and push back in. He was very gentle and he let her set the pace. They watched as his massive cock fucked her face and she flowed a steady stream of cum down her legs with each thrust.



Jamal began to really fuck her face harder. She pulled his hips faster to let him know what she wanted. Rashad and Chris, naked themselves, watched as Cherry was loving the face fucking she was getting.



Rashad walked behind her and put his hand on her sopping wet twat. He adjusted her and ran his massive tool along her pink wet slit. He entered her and she forced Jamal as deep as she could into her face. Rashad stretched her tight pussy with every inch of his huge cock. She moaned and sucked. She fucked and shivered as he drove deeper and deeper into her insatiable pussy. He was massive and she was loving this. He tore into her and she began to fuck his cock with wild abandon. He did not disappoint her. His rock hard pole drove into her and she felt him bottom out on her cervix. She pushed him so deep into her. Her body wracked with the most erotic feelings as her face and her pussy were being mauled so deliciously. Cherry was in a constant state of climax. This much cock was more than she had ever hoped for and she knew she was just getting started. With every stroke, she came. She came on Rashad’s cock and Jamal’s cock made her cum again with every long thrust.



Cherry’s throat had worked it’s magic and Jamal arched his back and bellowed as he began to cum deep in her throat. Cherry felt the torrent of hot cum as it traveled down Jamal’s huge cock as it rested on her tongue. She grabbed his hips and felt his hot sperm as it shot into her stretched throat. She pulled him from her throat and sucked and licked his spectacular cock dry. Jamal pulled out.



Of all the guys, Chris was the largest and he was truly enormous. Cherry gasped as she saw him coming towards her pretty lips. She absolutely went wild as she worked on the head of this amazing appendage. She licked it and soaked it and took it into her molten hot mouth. Her jaw ached as this lovely licorice log sank deep into her mouth. Her throat stretched wider than it ever had before while Chris settled deep in her throat.



Cherry could not stop cumming. Her hips flailed on Rashad’s staff and her wanton, slutty throat devoured the luxurious log that was Chris. Jamal’s huge hands caressed her breasts and her sexy six pack stomach as her pussy and throat were stretched beyond belief. Cherry’s mind raced as her pussy pulsed. Her craving for huge black cocks was being satisfied deliciously.



Rashad grasp her hips and began to viciously slam into her. She clamped down and she rode him hard as he unloaded a torrent of his hot seed into her narrow hips. Cherry came on his cock again and again. Her hips flailed unmercifully on this erupting organ while Chris impaled her face. Delirious desire drove her body into a seemingly unending orgasm of sweet, strong convulsions. His balls emptied as her body soaked up every ounce into her.



Chris held her head and she knew he was close. She felt his black dick swell and she dove hard onto his rigid flagpole. Cherry truly was a cum slut, she knew it and she loved it. She loved everything that was cum. The log in her throat began to pump, and pump it did. She adored the hard black fire hose as it went off in her mouth. She drank it down and licked him clean. His massive pipe softened between her teeth and she looked into his eyes with a promise of more, so very much more.



Cherry collapsed on the sofa. Her eyes straining to focus. Her body trembled and she was totally drenched. She tried to speak but coherency was not to achieved, at least, not yet. Her eyes darted from one to another and she saw perfect specimens of the male form. Lovely bodies and massive delicious cocks. Cherry was in heaven. The guys smiled broad white grins and helped her sit up.



Jamal went and made drinks as she regained some semblance of composure.



“Damn girl, where did you learn to do that?” Rashad asked.



Her voice was hoarse, her jaw ached yet she smiled, “My darlings, for me, that just comes naturally.”



They all laughed.



Cherry walked to the kitchen and unsteadily, yet determinedly, bumped several large lines and returned to suggest they would all be much more comfortable in the bedroom. They fell on the bed and she kissed each lightly and playfully. A sea of large, strong hands caressed every inch of her nakedness and she reveled in it. Her hands stroked their exceptional, dark organs. She toyed with every ridge and vein and the weight of each mans cock shivers through her craving body. The drug was kicking in big time and her desire was unquenchable.

Amanda and I had been fucking each other for three years. We were both professionals for a consulting firm in Indianapolis, and were both driven individuals. Neither of us had time for a relationship.



She was blonde, blue-eyed and forty-something, but with the body of a much younger woman. Her B-cups were pert, with thick nipples and areolae I could suck on all night. She was slender with just a touch of hippiness, which made it divine when I fucked her from behind. She was gorgeous.



The first time we fucked had been on a business trip to Chicago. After spending the day at the client site, we went out for dinner and drinks. Both of us had just enough booze to throw all thoughts of propriety out the window. It started with a friendly kiss, and ended in her hotel room, her on top of me riding my cock like an expert. Since then we have been regular lovers, meeting at a hotel every few weeks.



Unfortunately, a job offer came my way that I couldn’t turn down. I was stoked about the job, but was bummed that I wouldn’t get to fuck Amanda any more. I broke the news to her as soon as I had made my decision. She sighed wistfully, and then smiled.



“Well…we’ll just have to make our last night special then.”



“Totally,” I agreed.



“Meet me at the usual place the night before you leave,” she said, “and prepare for something…new.”



I was rock hard in an instant. I had often wondered how freaky she could be if given the chance. Lord knew I had a few things I wanted to try.



“I will,” I said, whispering seductively in her ear. “You prepare, too. This’ll be a night to remember.”



When the night came, I went to our regular hotel. When Amanda opened the door to the room, every thought I had left as the blood rushed to my cock. She was standing in a black leather bustier, to tight her tits were almost bursting out. She had on black leather opera gloves, thigh-high leather boots, and black silk crotchless panties.



“I’ve been waiting for you,” she purred. “I had to play with myself a little. I hope you don’t mind. It’s made me…juicy.”



Indeed she had. I could smell the must from her pussy just standing there.



“Then I won’t make you wait any longer,” I said, and came into the room. I dropped my bags beside the bed and grabbed her by the waist, soul-kissing her as I pulled her close. Her lips and tongue felt electric and tasted almost sweet. I realized that she had applied peppermint oil on her lips like a gloss.



Noticing my reaction, she smiled and pushed me back. “Strip,” she said. “Slowly. Let me see you a piece at a time.”



My cock was throbbing now. All of our previous nights had been quick and dirty. This was slow and sensual. I couldn’t wait to have her, but I wanted this to last all night.



I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, giving her enticing peeks at my chest and belly. As I opened it, she leaned forward and placed two peppermint electric kisses on my nipples. I sucked in my breath in a hiss. The current shot straight to my cock and I bucked forward unconsciously.



“Nah-ah,” she chided. “Not until I see the rest of you.”



My boots came of next, socks included. She bent down and had me raise each foot so that she could suck on my toes. I’d never been a foot man, but the feel of her soft tongue sliding over each toe, coupled with the electric buzz of her lips made me weak at the knees. I was struggling not to rip the rest of my clothes off.



I slowly lowered my pants, showing her the black silk boxers I had worn just for her. She smiled and kissed the backs of my knees and inside each thigh. Her head came up and her lips gently touched my cock through the fabric. I groaned as she gently blew through the silk onto my cock.



“Now the rest,” she whispered.



My whole body was alive and quivering and I lowered the last stitch of clothing and stood naked before her. My cock was standing straight up, all eight inches throbbing. I was so hard the head was engorged to the size of a shot glass. Amanda took my rod in one gloved hand and gently began stroking me.



“Do you like that?” she purred. “Do you like the way that feels?” “She stroked me, alternating between soft, gentle strokes and rough, faster strokes. I could feel and orgasm building in my belly.



“Do you want me to kiss it?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face. “Do you want my lips on your big throbbing, cock?



“Uh-huh,” was all I could muster.



Her head tilted forward slowly, her hand still stroking me. I could feel her hot breath on my straining flesh. My hips were moving in time with her hands, trying desperately to slide into her mouth for the final release.



“Lie on the bed,” she commanded. I hesitated, but she stood up and gently, but firmly, pushed me down.



As I laid there, my cock standing tall, she covered my body with hers, pressing her tits into my face. She pulled one out and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I sucked it in like a starving man, loving the way its hardness felt on my tongue.



As I sucked her tit, I had the unmistakable sound of Velcro. Before I knew what was happening, my arms were bound at the wrists, spread wide above my head. She moved off of me quickly and pulled two more straps from the bottom of the bed, binding my ankles. She had prepared before my arrival, cleverly hiding the straps beneath the bed. I was now spread eagle, completely helpless to her intentions.



“Now,” she said. “What shall I do with you?” She tapped a finger against her lips for a moment, and then she smiled. “I know!” she said. From the drawer of the bedside table, she pulled a silk scarf. My heart, already beating fast, quickened.



She gently tied the scarf around my eyes, making sure it wasn’t too tight. Then I felt her breath on my ear.



“I’m going to lick you, suck you, and fuck you,” she said. “And I’m not going to let you come until I’m ready for you.”



I moaned as her soft tongue flicked across my earlobe. The next thing I felt was her electric mouth exploring every inch of me. The peppermint oil was still intense and it felt as if she were dragging a live wire on my flesh. She covered every inch of my chest, down my legs, around my hips, and came close to, but not touching, my throbbing cock. I was ready to explode. She gripped the base of my shaft with one hand and squeezed. It was delicious. My urgent need slackened some, but I was still throbbing.



I gasped as, with her fingers still around my cock, she slowly lowered her hot, steaming pussy onto my shaft. My hips bucked, and she tightened her hand again.



“Not yet,” she crooned. “Not till I’m done.” “She slid slowly up and down my rod, moaning and telling me how good my cock felt in her. Every time I got close, she stopped and gripped my shaft until I recovered.



I don’t know how long she rode me, but I began to feel her quiver. Her pussy began to twitch. Her hips became more insistent as they began to rock. With a shout her body tensed, and I felt her pussy spray around my cock, soaking me. She gripped me hard as she came so that I had to ride through it.



She pulled herself off, her hand still on my cock. I was almost whimpering. I needed to come. “Now,” she said, huskily, “for something new.”



I didn’t have time to think. Her hand was still tight around the base of my cock as her warm mouth descended on me. The peppermint oil made the shaft tingle deliciously as her expert tongue wrapped around it.



Her other hand fondled my balls for a minute. Then, with a brief pause, I felt the lubricated leather of her index finger slide into my ass. She moved it around, teasing and then began to stroke my prostate, milking it. I was already bucking and moaning.



With one last stroke, she slid her lips down to the base of my cock, releasing her hand so that she could get all the way down. She bit me with her even teeth and pressed on my prostate one last time. When she let her teeth loose, I felt the orgasm explode in me.



I screamed as load after load of cum shot into Amanda’s pert mouth. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed each drop, her finger still pressing on my prostate. As I emptied myself, my cock oversensitive, she hummed. I writhed against my bonds, unable to move her away as she continued to hum around my sensitive cock.



I screamed. I shouted. I cussed. I came again, my entire body bucking, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. After a moment, she stopped, slowly sliding her lips off of me, I was spent.



“So, babe,” she said, smacking her lips. “What do you want to do next?”



“Let me loose,” I said, panting. “I’ve got a thing or two to show you.”



She unstrapped me and I got off the bed. The place where my crotch had been was soaking wet. Amanda sat in front of me, smiling impishly. I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting both of our cum on her tongue.



“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.



She smiled again and complied. When she was ready, she looked back at me, wriggling her ass. I could see her pussy still gleaming with her juices through the crotchless panties.



“What are you going to do to me?” “This,” I said, and took her pussy into my mouth. She moaned dropping her head down as I lapped her folds. Her pussy was usually sweet, but tonight it was especially good, her spray spicing her flavor. I gave her several minutes of a good licking, and then I pulled back and began working her panties slowly down her ass. As I did, I retrieved a twelve inch dildo out of my bag that was as thick as my wrist.



When her panties were about mid-thigh, I leaned forward and began to tongue her luscious ass. Her satisfied moan turned into a scream of pleasure as I began working that silicon cock into her cunt. As it stretched her, I would slide down and lick her lips, stretched wider and wider by the dildo.



I felt a little resistance about eight inches in and I knew I had reached her cervix. With a little more pressure, the head moved into her womb. Amanda was panting now, a stream of curse words hissing from her mouth. She moved her ass against my tongue and pushed back to take in more of the dildo.



When I finally pressed the silicon balls against her cunt lips, I could feel her quivering. Her ass was slick with my saliva, and her pussy was twitching around the dildo. I began tracing a finger around her clit while I worked, slowly moving the dildo in a small strokes.



Amanda didn’t last long. With a grunt, her pussy sprayed around the dildo, soaking my hand. Her knees almost gave way, but I kept her up.



“God damn,” she moaned. “That was incredible.”



“It’s not over yet,” I said. With a swift movement, I had lined up behind her. Clenching the dildo still embedded in her between my thighs, I slid all eight inches of my cock into her ass. She cried out in surprised pleasure as I pressed both cocks into her.



“Ever been fucked into a coma?” I asked. “Because you’re about to be.”



Then I let myself go. I pounded her ass as hard as I could, thrusting my rod deep into her body, while my thighs slammed the twelve inch dildo in and out of her. One of my hands was holding onto the leather bustier the other had taken a hold of her long, blonde hair and was pulling her onto my cock. She was screaming, crying, shouting, cussing, and growling as I pummeled her.



“Oh fuck! That’s it! Oh, Jesus, fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard! Son-of-a-fucking-whore-skank-bitch-mother-fucker-shit! I’m going to fucking explode!”



I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and she slammed back into me, driving my cock deep into her and the dildo all the way into her belly. I could feel her spray again, but I didn’t stop. She had shown no mercy to me, and I was going to return the favor. I pounded her harder, pulling her so that she arched her back. I could reach around now, and felt her tits as they shook with each thrust. I squeezed her nipples and she cried out again, giving my thighs another soaking. “I want your cum,” she begged. “Shoot it in me! I want it in my ass! Oh, Jesus! Fucking come in me!”



I felt my stomach go tight, her screams pushing me closer.



“You want it?”



“Yes!”



“You want my cum?”



“God, yes!”



“Want it up your ass?”



“Fucking give it to me!”



My cock exploded and I pulled her hard onto me, buried in her to the balls. She cried out again when the first hot spurt of jizz blasted deep in her ass. I kept coming, filling her up, by cock twitching and spasming, loads of my semen ejecting out of me.



“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Amanda was saying. I couldn’t move. We just stayed like that, me pulling her onto my cock by her hair, my hand on her tits, ball deep in her twitching ass and a twelve inch silicon cock buried in her pussy.



Slowly, we moved forward, lying down. She on her belly, me on top with my softening cock still in her ass. The silicon cock slid out of her a bit, but remained in her pussy. I kissed her ear and she moaned.



“Oh my fucking God,” she whispered. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”



“I dunno,” I confessed. “But let’s not waste it.”



We lay for a while longer, and then we got up. I slowly undressed her until she was as naked as I was. Both of us still dripping, we walked onto the balcony. In the open air, we fucked and held each other until the sun rose. Neither of us wanted the night to end.



My plane was leaving at noon, so I couldn’t stay. We showered together, giving each other teasing rub downs, until we were both so turned on we fucked once more, the water soaking our bodies.



We had breakfast together, talking about the night, the good old days, and how we would try to see each other again, although neither of us said it with any conviction. Then I left.



That wonderful night was two years ago. Now I’ve got a steady woman, but she is nothing like Amanda. I keep hoping our paths will cross again, and I sometimes find myself reliving that final night together.



If we do meet again, I still have the dildo. And…some more tools in my kit. Another night trying to top the last would be a perfect venue to test them out.

Beastly



The smell was going to attract someone. I’d pretty much figured that out already—hiding in some alley was only going to work for so long, the way I was panting and dripping. I was glad I pretty much never wore panties anymore, but I’d already dropped one ben-wa ball and I could feel the other one slipping. I rolled my head back against the wall, my ears pricked, every feline sense working to detect company. My hands kneaded at the bricks as I tried to fight the waves of my withdrawing orgasm, feeling the heavy metal ball slipping lower and lower.



I caught a whiff of smoke, heard the scuff of boots on the asphalt. I stayed calm, quiet, still catching my breath. I have perfect vision in the dark, so I kept my eyes squinted as I looked towards the mouth of the alley.



A large goat wearing nothing but a pair of torn jeans was coming my way. The black and gray fur around his throat and chest was messy and fluffed. I knew enough about goats to recognize that meant he was in rut. Almost instantly, I felt the heat in my loins rev up again. I lost the grip on my ben-wa ball and just as the goat was approaching me, it slipped free. I was too slow to catch it. The metallic ping-ping was enough to make him pause, and as the ball rolled into the light at his boots, he took a long draw from his cigarette and looked down at it.



I knew he could smell me, and that he knew where I was standing. No point in hiding out. Rolling the other ball in my hand, I danced out into the alley way, flashing him a sure grin as I bent at the waist to retrieve its partner. He blew out a long cloud of smoke once I rose. The clinking of the metal balls in my paw was the only sound for awhile. The smell of his cigarette was sweet, not like a regular smoke or even a cigar. It actually reminded me a little of candy.



“I’m Tarragon,” I said smartly, my heart going all pitter-patter in my chest. I found myself wondering about the size and shape—but mostly the size—of what he had between his legs.



A too-long smile snaked back along his muzzle. I couldn’t tell in the dim light, but his horns looked deep red, and his eyes didn’t seem to have any color at all. Looking into them, I suddenly felt afraid, which is very unusual for me. I hook up with strangers on an almost-daily basis, and I know how to take care of myself.



“They call me the Beast,” he said. His voice was very low, rumbling, a predator’s voice. It sent unwarranted chills down my spine. He took another drawn-out drag of his cigarette before flicking it off to the side, letting the smoke escape in tendrils from the corners of his mouth. There was definitely a hint of cherry to the smoke.



“Mmm,” I said, “Wonder why they call you that?” I couldn’t help myself. The ben-wa balls were just a warm-up, and now I was ready for the real thing. The scent of my musk from the balls in my paw combined with the goat’s own strange flavor was intoxicating.



Suddenly, I was up against the cool brick wall again. The Beast’s larger form over me got my heart jumping in my chest again. I admit, I was excited with the risky location as much as the goat’s fervor. His mouth tasted like cigarettes and chocolate, and his long, flat tongue forced its way into my mouth in a way I might expect from a larger predator. I felt his blunt fingers on my thigh; he’d already pushed my skirt up, and was grabbing my ass, pulling me against him. Through the thick denim of his jeans, I could feel the hint of his organ. It wasn’t even hard yet, but I could tell it was big.



I caught a breath of air when he pulled back, licking his black lips. I noticed that the Beast had fangs—a goat with fangs—so he was probably not all goat. It explained a bit—I may be a cat, but even I am usually larger than a goat. The Beast towered over me by at least a good foot.



“You like danger,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “That’s good. I am very dangerous.”



As if in response, my heart began to race, pumping more adrenaline through my veins. I could feel his breath on my whiskers.



Suddenly, he spun me around. I pressed my cheek against the brick, my eyes closing as he shoved my skirt up around my hips. My tail flagged, but he grabbed it, moving it aside. I knew he was looking at the leather cuff around my tailbase, and sure enough, a second later his hand came down on my rump with a sound slap. I gasped, instinctively spreading my legs further and bracing myself against the wall. My rear lifted on its own, silently asking for more. I was not disappointed.



I can’t explain why I enjoy being spanked. I certainly don’t always enjoy being talked down to, and I am nobody’s pet or slave. The feeling of a well-placed palm on my ass sends jolts of pleasure right where I need it, and that doesn’t really need explaining. It just feels fucking good.



The Beast knew just how to slap me, too. Fingers together, slight cup to his hand, on the bottom of my ass cheeks. He squeezed just before moving his hand away. My gasps were becoming more vocal as the vibrations traveled to the sweet spot between my legs and I was sure that there was a puddle beneath me by then.



When the Beast was finished with that, I felt him squeezing my rear with his large hands. The flesh beneath his fingers was hot and throbbing. I moaned unabashedly. It was taking all the strength I had to keep my hands splayed on the wall on either side of my head—I wanted so badly to dip my fingers into my slit, to quench the fire that was burning there. I told myself to be patient.



Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. I felt the rough tips of his fingers slide up between my sopping lips, rubbing, but not penetrating. A groan escaped my clenched teeth as I arched my rump higher still, my back aching.



“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I heard him whisper, just before his fingers moved away. I bit my lip to stifle a plaintive cry, my entire body thrumming like a taut chord. I heard him strike a match, smelled the sharp sulfur, and I knew he was smoking again. The sweet smell of his flavored cigarette wafted over my shoulders as he leaned against me, his almost hoof-like fingertips pulling my camisole up, over my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, either, and my breasts filled his large hands. I heard him take a drag of his cigarette, the soft crackling of the burning paper close to my ear.



He spun me around again, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it to his fly. I’d realized by then that he was not the type to get hard over just a little stimulation—he was going to need some special attention. I knew just the thing. As I diligently unbuttoned his pants, pulling the tight zipper down, he puffed away on his smoke, the cigarette dangling from his slightly parted lips.



The Beast wasn’t wearing any underwear, either. He didn’t have a sheath, at least, not one like other furs. His organ hung down into the right pant leg. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed it earlier—even flaccid, I could see the shape of it perfectly pinned against his leg by the denim. My mouth was watering already. I tugged the heavy flesh out, feeling its sleeping weight in my paws. Without direction, the Beast moved silently back just enough for me to kneel in front of him.



“What a beautiful cock,” I heard myself say. His fingers through the fur between my ears let me know that my words pleased him. I pulled back the skin over the flat head of his penis, enticed by the salty-sweet smell, entranced by the feeling of his blood at last flowing into this piece of meat. I opened my mouth, knowing that once he was hard, I wouldn’t be able to get it in there. My tongue slipped beneath his foreskin; the slight abrasiveness on his sensitive parts made his length twitch with anticipation. I sucked on his tip, rewarded by a few drops of hot liquid on my tongue.



It wasn’t long before I had to let him pop out of my mouth, but I didn’t let his organ go neglected. I pushed it up—must have been at least a foot long, by now—and licked the underside of it, all the way from the thick, curly fur at the base to the still-glistening tip. My hands danced around his cock, pulling the mottled flesh, massaging more blood into it. I let my drool lube his length, all the while imagining how it was going to feel, my own sex pulsing with hunger.



“Get up,” he grunted finally, just when I was beginning to consider letting one paw slip between my thighs. I couldn’t move fast enough. Finally standing, leaning back against the bricks again, my heart was racing and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. When had I dropped my ben-wa balls?



The Beast did not give me long to linger. He pushed up my skirt again, his cock leaving damp spots on the thin fabric as it bunched at my waist. He lifted me and I placed my hands on his arms, superficially delighted in the bunching muscle under my palms as he steadied me against the wall.



He didn’t even have to aim. I felt the blunt tip pressing against my sex, willing it to stretch. It rubbed teasingly against my clitoris, hot and slick, and I moaned loudly. My moan stopped short as that thick head pushed past my defenses, squeezing into my toned tunnel, spreading me. Pleasure blossomed, sprouting as he continued to push in, hardly giving my body time to adjust for his size.



I dug my heels into the small of his back, willing him forward. He groaned with the effort, his noise making me clench my muscles reflexively. This made him pause, then suddenly, quickly complete his push into me, hilting that long, thick staff inside of me. I could feel the dull ache inside me that meant he was pressing against my cervix, but before it could get uncomfortable, he was drawing his cock out again, the cigarette hanging limply from his lips as he panted. “Fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, dropping ashes on my chest.



The going was extremely slow at first, with the exception of his first push in. I slid my arms up to his shoulders, my hands clenching bunches of his long fur. It didn’t seem like he was going to be able to speed up at all; my body did not want to conform to his larger size. This was to no loss of pleasure for either of us, however, and I felt my body shake as I neared my first orgasm. Sensing this, the Beast took the dying cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, exhaling smoke from his nostrils as he claimed my mouth again, pressing his body inside me. He stuck to shorter pumps, stroking my deepest recesses, the blunt tip of his cock still tapping my cervix. The thought of his cum filling me, breaking past that seal, suddenly overcame me, pushing me over the edge. I gasped and yowled with my climax, my claws digging into him as he continued to thrust against my flexing muscles. He never paused, but worked through my orgasm, his hips finally able to move faster. As I calmed, panting, the sensations were doubled, tripled, and I couldn’t keep my mouth quiet anymore. Every movement the Beast made inside me elicited some sort of cry of pleasure, and I never heard him complain. I knew we wouldn’t be allowed to carry on like this much longer—we were sure to be found out.



Again, he seemed to sense my thoughts. The Beast pulled his long cock out of me with a wet, sloppy sound. I made a pitiful noise, but he was already pulling my skirt back down and setting my unsteady feet back on the ground.



“Your apartment is close,” he rumbled, stuffing his jeans. I didn’t ask how he knew, I just led the way there. I noticed gratefully that no one was standing at the entrance to the alley.



The moment we were inside, he closed the door behind him and locked it. The Beast lifted me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom, as if he had been here before, and knew where every turn was, every hidden piece of furniture. He dropped me unceremoniously on the bed and closed the door behind him. I was taking off my shirt as he was dropping his jeans, kicking them aside. I wiggled out of my skirt, watching him as he moved over to the shelf built into the wall by the door.



My apartment is my personal place, but my bedroom is a shrine to that which I enjoy the most. I am not ashamed to say that I have my best dildos and other toys displayed on these shelves, along with magazines and books of an erotic nature. The artwork on the walls, tastefully nude throughout the rest of my home, is significantly more sexual in my bedroom.



His expression a mask, the Beast chose a canine dildo from my collection. It was a moderate length, more of a challenge for me because of the bulbous knot near the base. I cannot properly use this one on my own, and seeing him bring it over to me, armed also with a small bottle of lube, awakened a refreshed sense of arousal.



“Turn around,” he directed, kneeling on the bed. His organ was in a half-awakened state, still sticky with my honey. “Let me see that ass again.”



I did as I was told, my heart beating with excitement. Without the distraction of public sex, I could focus my curiosity around him. I felt his wide hand on my rear cheek, rubbing, then giving a little playful slap. I sighed, bowing down on the bed and nuzzling into a pillow. This raised my hips, and my legs parted, presenting myself to him. My tail lifted, the tip brushing my back. I felt him sliding the tapered tip of the dildo along my slit, steadying me with his hand on my rump. Terribly slowly, he pushed the rubber dick inside of me. I was still sopping wet, and it went in easily, being significantly more modest than the Beast’s.



He wiggled the hilted dildo inside of me, rubbing my clit with a finger as he pressed the knot against my opening. I felt my body resisting, trembling, but I couldn’t stop myself from pressing back against it. He rocked it, making the dildo nudge my walls, pressing insistently. He drew it out marginally and slammed it back into me, much the way that a rutting dog would do, and this sent the most carnal of signals down my spine. Though I knew I wasn’t being mated, I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure this was sending through my body. My gasps became more vocal, and I felt my pussy start to clench against the slick rubber.



The knot was slamming into me, and I knew I was starting to stretch over it. I had a little experience with knots on real lovers, so I knew that I wouldn’t really be stretching over it—it would more like be forced into me, and this was what the Beast was trying to accomplish. I dug my claws into the pillow and bit it as he rammed me with the dildo again and again.



Then suddenly, I was tied. The knot was beyond my outer defenses, my inner walls clenching against it and trying to hold it in while trying to expel it at the same time. I heard the Beast make a small pleased noise.



“Don’t you let that slip out, now,” he said. Panting, I turned my head to look at him. He was stroking his long dick with the lube. My eyes widened, but I felt a trill of excitement run through me.



I watched him until he moved behind me, outside of my vision. Mentally I reminded myself that I should get a mirror or two for my room.



Even though I was prepared, I still started a little when I felt his fingers probing at my back door. I rarely indulge in anal—too much of it can be unhealthy, and while I may be promiscuous, I still want to take care of myself. I knew what to expect and forced myself to relax, concentrating instead on the pressure of the canine dick lodged in my cunt.



With every courtesy, the Beast lubed me up with his fingers first, stretching me with them, while his other hand was stroking his cock against my ass cheek. I felt him slide two, then three fingers inside of me, but I was still focused on the dildo, determined to be relaxed enough for his oversized cock to slip into my ass.



When he finally did press that flat tip against my rear, I felt him slip a hand around to the hilt of the dildo as well, wiggling it around inside my pussy. The sudden pleasure this awakened rolled through me, and I didn’t even feel the usual pain of the initial entrance. It was more of a pressure now, the pleasure multiplied by the feeling of his penis pressing against the canid dildo that plugged my snatch. He eased into me, taking his time for both his benefit and mine.



He was so long, so thick, that it ached my back once he hilted in me. The vibrations of his organ sliding out of me, the way it moved the thick knot of the dildo tied to me, was easily sending me teetering over the edge again. The Beast had put his hand beneath me, flicking my clitoris with his fingers, as if I needed the extra stimulation. I came hard, crying out in my pleasure, as he popped his cock out of my ass and slid it back in again. His hand grabbed the dildo, working it around in my tunnel as I came down from my climax, extending my bliss. My head was swimming and my vocals only grew louder.



“How’s that?” he asked, his free hand slipping under me to grab a swaying breast. His weight over me was hot and heavy. “Do you like my big cock in your ass?”



I moaned my assent, unable to find words at the moment. He was rutting me now, hardly pulling out a few inches before slapping back against me. Still weak from my orgasm, I let his thrusts rock me. I felt him tug on the dildo until the knot popped free, and it seemed like the base of his cock swelled inside me, grateful for the extra room. He was pumping me with the dildo now in a beat that offset his own motions, rubbing the base of the rubber dick down to nudge at my very sensitive clitoris. I groaned into the pillow, knowing he was going to make me come again.



My next orgasm rolled into me, making my entire body seize up beneath him, my breath caught in my throat. He snatched the dildo away and pinched my clit, sticking his thumb into my tunnel and bending it to press into my g-spot while he pounded away at my ass. I came down from it quickly, panting and leaning into the pillow, wet with my own drool. He pulled his organ out of me and stepped back from the bed.



I felt open, exposed, but most of all, cold. I didn’t have the energy to do much besides roll over onto my back, following him curiously with my eyes. He’d gone over to the shelf again, and I knew what he was doing instantly. I had some gentle cleaning wipes for sensitive areas for such an occasion—again, taking care of my body—and he was taking one out of the little white box to clean off that magnificent cock. I blinked at it, trying to focus my eyes—was there a knot on it before?



He dropped the wipe into the trash pail next to the bed before crawling back over the rumpled coverlet to me. The Beast lifted my legs, opening them for himself, as he slid into me like it was his rightful place. He fit like a key. His organ was hot, pulsing, pressing against my cervix with an intensity I hadn’t noticed before, but any idea of pain was far gone out of my mind. I felt what was definitely a knot pressing against me, but after being tied with the dildo, I was ready for it. The Beast grunted over me, rutting me now more like an animal, jamming his knot against my pussy. My paws were on his chest, fingers lost in the knotted, messy fur, clinging to him. My hips rose to meet his unnecessarily.



With a loud wet noise, his knot popped inside of me. I felt the flat tip of his cock nudging harder against my cervix and I cried out uncertainly. He made a sort of growling noise, jerking his hips, but never enough to pull his knot out of me. I was overcome by the mental image of his dick filling me, pressing against my uterus. Amazingly I felt another climax rising inside me.



He came first, loudly, and hot; the strong, wet spurts of his seed painting my deepest recesses. I imagined that I could feel the liquid breaching my cervix, even spilling out beyond his knot. He came and came, and I thought he would never stop. But before he finished, I came with him. My orgasm milked him for all he was worth. He shuddered over me, his inky eyes squeezed shut and head held high. We rocked together, both of us still gasping in the final throes of our climax when his knot popped free. I could feel the sticky jizz running down my ass, soaking the bed sheets. The release of pressure inside me was almost as pleasurable as the sex.

The good thing about having a good looking set of girlfriends is that you have to do less than half of the work to get picked up. Generally, several men will come over and try to work their charm on said girlfriend, and within the first minute she will pick one and go with it. That leaves all of the rest for the average scavengers like myself. Don’t feel sorry for those of us who are less awe-inspiring in looks. We know what we are. We know that when we DO get the one of the hottest men in the room, we need to be proud of ourselves and allow the subtle cloud of ego to surround us until morning when we realize he must have been drunk.



However, since the hottest man in the room usually goes to my friends, we have to settle for the next best thing. That is how I met Scott. And Scotty.



I was at a bar called 555 years ago, when 555 was the cool place to be. The men had flocked around my friend Greta and were fanning their peacock feathers as far as possible, and she was enjoying the attention (ignoring me) and making her choice. I kind of sat back in my chair and sipped my Cosmopolitan, watching her do her thing with complete admiration. Someday, I wanted to be like Greta.



Suddenly, someone grabs the back of my hair and bites my neck with a gentle nibble. “What the….?” I quickly turned around to see who it was. He was tall and skinny with dark hair and dimples so adorable I instantly wanted to put my tongue in them. He said “Those guys have it wrong. They should be working on you.”



He had me at hello.



He continued to flatter me, telling me he could tell I was smart and he appreciated that I wasn’t throwing myself at all of the guys… and that the only reason all of those men were paying attention to my friend was because of her boobs. Everyone knows that was true, but I still tried to defend her. “She’s super nice too!” I told him.



His name was Scotty and he was just moving here from California. He was meeting his friend at 555 sometime that night, and would I like to have a drink with him while he waited? Hell yes I did. Greta didn’t even notice I was landing a hotty of my own, and I was glad – because had she noticed, I’m sure she would have turned her charm on him and I’d be back to my Cosmopolitan once again.. It was the way of the world.



At some point Greta stumbled over and introduced herself, but Scotty was short with her and made it clear that he was into me. I ate it up because that NEVER happened. He said his friend Scott would be there soon. I don’t think she was willing to wait to see if he would top her current piece of eye-candy, because she threw a $20 on the bar for the bartender, blew him a kiss, grabbed the arm of the winning peacock that night, and they were out the door.



Scotty and I hit it off, and when his friend Scott arrived, I was totally comfortable with them both, and we were having a good time. It was getting late though, and they talked me into going to another bar for last call.



Last call came and went, and they knew the owner so we had another. But it was time to end the night, and none of us were ready for the party to end. It was just getting started. Scott invited me to his place for some late-night hot-tubbing. This was getting better with each minute, and without many responsibilities at that time, I had no problem with the idea of spending naked time in a hot tub with two near-strangers.



Scott’s house was gorgeous – though quite a few miles away from downtown Lansing. His hot tub was on the back deck and I shyly hid behind a towel before slipping into the suds. Both of them were naked but I pretended I didn’t notice. We smoked a joint in the hot tub and chatted and looked at the stars and flirted. Scotty made his move and kissed me, while Scott watched.



Finally, we went downstairs to a media room and had some drinks while listening to reggae. It was very fitting, I thought and giggled, since I don’t smoke very often. Scotty was all over me, and Scott was doing what I usually do when I’m the third wheel. He was working hard at not being insignificant, the poor little whippersnapper. Eventually, however, it was obvious that Scotty and I wanted to be alone, so Scott slipped out of the room.



Scotty was the perfect combination of rough and tough and his penis was just a little too large for my body. Which meant it was perfect. We screwed around for at least an hour before I realized that Scott had somehow sneaked back downstairs, and was sitting on the corner of the sectional sofa watching all of the action. When I saw him, I feigned a shocked surprised look, but continued to ride Scotty, all the while staring Scott in the eye.



“Fuck this” Scott said, and ran up the stairs. Scotty just shrugged and kept going at it. He really was amazing in bed. Then Scott come back downstairs, and his pants were off and his penis was in one hand, a bottle of vegetable oil in the other.



Yep, you know where this is going.



I had never had anal sex before, much less two men at once! But he didn’t really ask and didn’t really give me the opportunity to protest, because as I was riding Scotty, Scott sort of slipped his cock right into my ass, as if I were a porn star and do it all the time. I was appalled, and struggled a little to get away, but he held my head back by my hair and continued to pump his fat cock into my ass. Scotty was staring right into my eyes, holding my gaze, willing me to trust them, and eventually I stopped struggling. The thought about how slutty I was behaving turned me on even more. Scotty grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth down to his and he asked me if I wanted them to stop. I couldn’t believe it, but my answer was “NO, absolutely not!”- and I knew it was the right answer when he bit my lip and called me good girl.



A few more minutes, and both cocks were in my face and I had the challenge before me of making them both cum. I worked very hard on this, and eventually was rewarded with two streams of hot white cum dripping down my chin and onto my tits. The three of us fell into a heap on the floor and I erupted into a fit of giggles, which I only do when the sex was really really good.



I slept the rest of the night with Scotty in his bed, and he fucked me over and over again. Most of the time, a one-night stand, especially one that has such interesting content, ends quickly with an embarrassed last glance and a walk-of-shame. This one didn’t end for three months.



That’s right. I had two boyfriends, and I fucked them both often for three months until Scotty moved back to California. Literally – movies, dinner, drinks and sex with both of them for three months straight. Sometimes it would be all at once, but usually, I’d fuck one of them, and then I’d sneak into the other’s bedroom and take care of him, too. It was one of the best relationships of my life. And also one I KNOW my friends would not understand, so I didn’t tell anyone. It was my own dirty little secret. Until now. Now you know, too.

For first time readers of this story, BE WARNED, it’s nasty. If you can’t handle a sick twisted woman in heat, then find something more vanilla.



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As they walked out the back door of the restaurant, Cathy asked Harry, “Where are we off to now?”



He guided Cathy to her car, by placing his hand on her ass and answered her, “Oh I think I’ll let it be a surprise, cunt.”



She knew that she looked like hell, so she said, “I look terrible, Harry. If you don’t want me to embarrass you, then we better stop somewhere so I can clean up a bit.”



As he shoved her into the car, he told her, “No need for that, bitch. You’re going to fit right in. Now shut up and trust me, we don’t have far to go.”



When he put the car in gear, he asked Cathy, “How many times have you cum today?”



She hadn’t had time to give it any thought, but it was several times, that was for sure. “I think maybe six or seven, certainly more than I’ve ever had before. Now that I think about it, it’s amazing. I never would have believed that any woman could have that many orgasms, and certainly not me.”



Harry smiled and, in a matter of fact tone, said, “Only a true slut could do that. Before the night is over, you’ll more than double that number.”



At first she thought he was joking, yet he had spoken it so believably that she began to fear what it would take for her to go that far. Then she worried about what kind of condition she would be in, after experiencing so many climaxes.



Cathy had been so deep in thought she didn’t realize that Harry had pulled into the back of another business. He told her to get out, and she asked, “What’s this place?”



He chuckled and told her, “Just show a little patience and you’ll see for yourself.”



They entered through a back door, which evidently was Harry’s mode of egress to several establishments in this area. As she walked down a long, dimly lit hall, she became even more fearful. At the end, he pushed through a curtain and she found herself standing in an adult toy store. Actually, that was too kind of a term for the sleazy, smelly store.



There was a smuttiness about it that turned her stomach. As she looked around, she saw all sorts of sex toys, from handcuffs to full-sized inflated dolls, with open mouths and pussys, just waiting for those who couldn’t afford a cheap hooker to use for their sexual release. Some of the shelves hadn’t been dusted since Clinton was president, and the floor was filthy. This was definitely Harry’s kind of place.



Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the store saying, “There’s somebody you gotta meet.”



As they approached the front counter, she was aware of a few men in the store, looking over adult books, all of which had a kinky picture on the cover. Two guys were checking out the nipple clamps and whips, but they all stopped and stared at Cathy, as she was reluctantly dragged up front and presented to the clerk.



Harry started out, “Hey Jimmie, I want you to meet Cathy. She’s one of my cunts,” he said no more.



The middle aged man was short and skinny, somewhat like Harry’s two buddies, Tom and Nick. He was completely bald, his face looked like it had been stabbed a few hundred times, with an ice pick, he was missing a few teeth and part of one ear was gone. This was not the man one brought home to meet mother.



Jimmie looked her over, before saying, “Damn Harry, she looks like she’s been fucking all night. This ain’t some hooker you picked up is it?”



Harry seemed insulted by the man’s comment. “Hell no, she ain’t no prostitute. She’s just a whore who needs a lot of action. I saw your safe sign, so I thought I’d bring her by and see what kind of thrills we could dig up for the cunt.”



Jimmie looked back at Cathy and asked, “What’s that huge stain on her blouse?”



She was being talked about, as though she wasn’t there, as though she was just a thing, not a human being. She was mortified at his question, as the truth of it was even more humiliating.



Harry gazed at the front of her blouse and said, “I ain’t sure what that is, but she did spend some time alone with Wanda.” To Cathy he commanded, “OK cunt, tell us what the hell happened to your shirt.”



She was desperate to avoid revealing the vulgar fact of her performance on her knees between the oafish woman’s fat thighs. Yet she knew that Harry wasn’t about to pass up a chance for her to debase herself. She took a breath and gave the short brief version. “I was performing oral sex on her and she squirted this on me.”



Harry cast her a disgusted look. “Come on cunt, you can do better than that. Give us some details, cunt.”



Cathy looked down at the floor, and then began the explanation of everything, just as it happened. “Wanda stripped naked and sat on the toilet. After she pissed and shit, she had me crawl to her and lick beneath her hairy armpits. They were all stinky and covered with sweat. She had me clean under her saggy old tits, which had their own special flavor.” Cathy was becoming aroused, as she related the vile scene she participated in, with depraved woman.



“Then she shoved my face into her filthy crotch and told me to lick her asshole. I did and I loved it.” She was really getting worked up now. “I could taste the fresh crap on her ass, but I cleaned it up really good. She moved my head to her crotch and said for me to eat some pussy. Wanda’s cunt was as nasty as the rest of her. I licked and sucked, stuck my tongue way up into her pussy, and when she was close to cumming, I sucked on her fat clit. That’s when she unloaded a huge blast of cunt juice all over my blouse, and it was strong and musky flavored. Then I couldn’t help myself, I came too.”



By then, Jimmie had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. It seems that her more detailed story had brought forth his need for satisfaction. Harry looked at her, as though asking a question, but he didn’t say a word; he just looked back at Jimmie. She understood Harry’s intent for her.



Cathy walked around the counter and went to her knees, and then asked Jimmie, “Rather than whacking off, wouldn’t you prefer to ram that cock down my throat and fuck my face?”



He grunted and placed a hand behind her head, guiding her lips to his throbbing prick. She accepted his shaft, as it slid over her tongue and she closed her warm mouth around its girth. Jimmie moaned and began pushing in and out, as she sucked and massaged his cock with her lips. “Suck it hard, you fucking slut. This ain’t gonna take long.”



The ruthless abuse of her face was intoxicating to her and Cathy felt her pussy rapidly moisten. But before she could really get into it, Jimmie blew his fuse early, filling her mouth with a small load of cum, which she easily swallowed. He groaned and laughed at the same time, as pulled her mouth down to his balls one last thrust.



Harry yawned, as though bored and said, “Be sure to let everyone know where she’ll be.” Now what the hell did that mean, she wondered.



As Jimmie tucked his limp prick back into his trousers, he said, “OK Harry, take her to the rear and be sure to get her into booth thirteen.” She had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t object, as Harry pulled her along toward the back of the store.



They passed through a dirty old curtain and she found herself going down a row of doors, each one numbered. As Cathy walked with Harry, she heard the sounds of porn movies and realized that this was one of those seedy places where men went to view short scenes of dirty films. Although she had never told anyone, she had been curious for a long time about these places. Well, she thought, here’s my chance.



At door number thirteen, they stopped and Harry took a key out of his pocket. That made her notice the other doors didn’t have locks on them, only this one. As he turned the key, he looked at her and said, “You’re going to love this. It’s just the right kind of new fun for you to expand your horizons.” His vulgar laugh sent a shudder down her spine, yet it also sent a tingle to her loins.



Once inside, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim red light in the low ceiling. As her vision improved, she saw a large screen TV, behind a Plexiglas shield. It had stains on the bottom portion and Cathy knew that men had masturbated here and left their seed flowing down the screen cover. It was the most sleazy, nasty little room she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to get off on whatever happened to her in this wretched environment.



There was a built in bench to sit on across from the TV. He sat down and told her, “Get your clothes off, cunt. It’s show time.”



Quickly removing her filthy blouse and skirt and handing them to Harry, she stood before him nude save for her high heels. Harry began smiling, while starring at her. She had no idea what he was waiting for and was rather hoping that he would start a sex tape, so that she could see a few nasty scenes before he used her.



Harry never said a word. After two minutes, he smiled and pointed to the wall on her left. For a brief moment, she didn’t know what she was supposed to see, but then her eyes found the object of his aim. There, protruding through a hole in the wall was an erect penis. Harry stood, folded her clothes and placed them on the dirty floor in front of the hole.



“There you go, cunt. You’ve got a nice soft pad for your knees and a nice hard cock to suck.”



Cathy was aware of such places. There were called glory holes, but she had thought that they were for gays. It was a reminder of her abysmal ignorance regarding these matters, as she sunk to her knees and got her first close up of a wall with a cock growing out of it.



The owner of the deflating prick was apparently white and of average size. Through the wall he said, “Come on bitch, suck it. Quit fucking around, you damned whore.”



She extended her fingers to his shaft and massaged it back to its full length. She told him, “Just you hang on buddy, I’m going to suck every bit of cum from your balls and swallow every damn drop of it.” His vulgar, demanding command had triggered her own vile need to debase herself.



Cathy teased the head of his manhood, with her tongue, and then licked the underside of his helmet, eliciting a deep moan from the other side of the wall. He drew his prick back a little and tried to drive it into her mouth, banging the wall with his torso, as he did. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly glided down the length of it, until her nose touched the wall. She swallowed a few times, which further stroked the underside of his pulsing cock.



It took only three minutes for the man to begin cursing and groaning, as he dumped a rather substantial load into her mouth. “Drink it, you dirty old whore.”



She swallowed every bit of it and after she let his limp prick slide from her lips she told him, “I’m a dirty whore, but I’m not old.”



Harry loudly said, “NEXT!” He pointed to the opposite wall, where another male shaft came through a larger hole, allowing his cock and balls to be available for her services.



This guy’s dick was a bit larger and much thicker. She quickly shifted to that wall, taking her folded clothes with her and placing them on the dirty tile floor. They didn’t provide much comfort, but were just soft enough to kneel on; and that’s all she needed to let her focus on the nasty pleasure of strange cocks shooting off in her mouth.



She started out by licking his balls and was pleasantly rewarded with the taste of musky sweat. The guy wasn’t a talker, which disappointed her. She enjoyed the derisive insults that were hurled at her, as she gave her mouth to dirty men. Cathy realized that she was submitting her lips, tongue and throat, not to him, but to her own vulgar lust. In a way, she was using him just as much as he was using her.



When the man’s scrotum was pristine, she moved to the base of his shaft and began the cleansing process, slowly working her way up to the top of his long prick. Once she reached the head, she saw the tell tale signs of his pre-cum and hungrily licked it off, and then drove her mouth down the length of his cock, The man’s loud moan, wasn’t as good as him calling her a whore, but it was acceptable praise for her rapidly growing talent at sucking cock.



His moans came more quickly, as she slid her sucking lips up and down his hard prick. She knew he was close, so she fondled his sensitive testicles and gave them a little squeeze when he began to cum. She was rewarded with a rather large burst of slimy goo, some of which she could not contain, as it ran down her chin and onto her breasts.



The vile scene from this play, in which Cathy acted the filthy slut on her knees, was a powerful image in her mind. So, it was with a slight brush of her fingers upon her throbbing clit that she exploded through another mind bending orgasm. As her climax concluded, she used her other hand to smear the remains of the man’s cum around on her face. She felt so completely vile and dirty. She reveled in the sheer depravity of her act.



When she looked at Harry, he merely pointed back to the other wall and said, “Suck.” Another erect penis was looking at her, with the one big eye already leaking man juice from the tip of its angry head.



She didn’t think to bring her clothes to pad her knees this time. She crawled on all fours, like a bitch in heat, anxious to give her services to the next dog with a stiff cock.



With her fist wrapped around this one, she began to slobber all around the head of it, taking pleasure in the loud, lewd sounds she made in the process. “Oh you hot fucking slut. Don’t tease me, you nasty bitch, just suck and swallow.”



She was glad to accommodate him, driving her mouth down the length of his cock, until she hit the wall, and then gagging herself, as his manhood stroked her tonsils. She did this several times and she knew from his filthy epithets that he was close. The man loosed a loud cry and delivered forth a deluge of filthy cum. She pulled away, after the first burst of jizz filled her sucking maw, allowing the rest of his seed to expend itself on her face. Cathy had risen to a level of lustful decadence which she had never experienced. She luxuriated in the beautiful vileness of her act and shuddered with renewed pleasure, as the stranger’s cum dripped from her face and decorated her breasts.



She looked at Harry and he softly told her, “Now my sweet little piece of shit, you’re really beginning to understand the power of your own sick lust. Enjoy yourself for a while. I have to have a chat with Jimmie.”



As he left, she heard him lock the door. That frightened her, but only for a brief moment. Cathy realized that she was safer with it securely locked. She turned to the opposite wall and saw another hard penis waiting for her. This one was very large and very black. Her stomach knotted and growled with the knowledge that her first black cock was about to invade her mouth and gag her with its enormous length. She attacked it with gusto. She came hard way before he did, but he didn’t care, as long as she got him off.



Cathy lost all track of time and space. She went back and forth, from one wall to the other, sucking and endless supply of cocks. She had no idea how many men had used her mouth. Just that phrase, in her mind, caused her pussy to quiver. She also didn’t know how many times she had cum tonight. If she counted her house, the restaurant and here, it must be near a dozen. She wondered if that was some kind of world record.



It took her a few minutes to realize that there were no more wonderful cocks for her to suck. The walls were empty and she felt disappointment at the thought that she could actually have enjoyed a few extra blasts of protein rich liquid from nasty, horny men.



The key in the door lock drew her attention. Harry walked in and told her, “Pick up your clothes and follow me, but don’t wipe off your face or tits.”



Cathy hadn’t even thought of what she must look like, with perhaps dozens of men’s creamy fluid drenching her body, she had to look like a real sicko slut. She closed her eyes and tried to envision what others might see and was sorely tempted to diddle her clit one more time, as her mind responded to the mental image with another surge of passion. But she managed to keep her hands off of her pussy, as Harry seemed to be in a hurry. So she grabbed her filthy clothes and followed him out of her new favorite room.



They went to the end of the dark passageway and through an unmarked door. Cathy found herself standing before eight men in various stages of undress. Some had their pants down to their ankles, some had removed their pants and a few just had their dicks poking out through their zippers. All of them were fondling their cocks.



Harry smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her to, “Get on your knees, slut. It’s still feeding time at the zoo.”



Cathy knew what was expected of her. Indeed, she thrilled at the prospect of seeing the whole body of the man she was sucking. And performing before a group of men who were waiting to plunge their cocks past her sore lips raised her lust back to the high level it had been just a short time ago. She hoped that she would be fucked as well; preferably at the same time she was giving a blow job. It had been a secret desire of hers for a long time.



Cathy didn’t disappoint them and neither was she disappointed. The nearest man grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch saying, “Come on, you fucking whore, eat cock.” He didn’t wait for a response from her; he slapped her hard, causing her to yelp. When she did, he thrust his stiff prick into her mouth and didn’t stop pushing it into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat.



It was a bit more brutal than she was ready for, but she knew that in a few brief moments she would love it. To her delight, another guy knelt behind her and began smacking her ass. She knew then that he intended to plow her sopping wet pussy and she wiggled her butt, as best she could, to entice him to use her hungry hole. Without warning, he plunged his cock into her. He marveled at the fact that his prick went completely in, telling the others, “Hey fellas, this bitch is so fucking turned on that my dick didn’t feel no resistance at all. What a nasty slut.”



Cathy wanted to thank him for the compliment, but with a stiff cock plundering her sucking maw it was out of the question. The man in her pussy wouldn’t cum for a minute or so, but she had no control of her body now. She came hard as she reveled in the totally obscene picture she must have made for the others. Over and over, she thought to herself, ‘I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m a slut.’



The men used her aching throat and pussy, dumping load upon load into her mouth and cunt. She was vaguely aware that some men, having used her once already, were jerking off and shooting their reduced loads on her back and in her hair, although much of it landed on the filthy floor.



Cathy came…oh yes, she came…several more times. She had a fleeting wonder if she could qualify for the Guinness Book of Records. Her depravity had reached such a level that it washed all decency from her being. She knew that she could never go back to being the insipid little wall flower that she had been for her entire life. A new Cathy was born in this room and she was a filthy cock loving piece of shit whore. Furthermore, she didn’t want to go back; not after the extreme pleasures she had discovered this evening.



The endless line of cocks had reached an end; yet Cathy, on all fours, swayed back and forth in a trance like state, expecting more penises to ravage her mouth and cunt. Finally Harry’s voice brought her back. “You stupid fucking whore, you wasted some of the guys jizz. Now put your face down to the floor and lick it all up, while I fuck your ass.”

My real estate business was going well, and I was in Hong Kong for a few days, meeting a client from the United States that was about to construct a multi-storey apartment building in town. There were three companies competing for the tender to sell the apartments, and I felt confident because I had worked with this client before. His name was Trent, and he was a little older than me, aged in his mid-fifties, and was married with two grown up children.



The background to the rest of the story is that I, at age 46, was married to Steve, and work in my own real estate business which I purchased from my former boss, Al. I am tall, blonde and still have nice bouncy boobs and a curvaceous arse. I like to fuck, but in recent months have been trying not to play outside my marriage too much, preferring to fuck Steve as often as he is willing.



I was, in my hotel room, having arrived the day before. The meeting was tomorrow, and I decided to go shopping to find something new and classy to wear. Two hours later, I was in the spa in my room, sipping on some champagne and eating some strawberries when my mobile rang. It was Steve.



“Hi baby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I’m sorry we can’t be together, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when you get home, ok?”



We chatted a while and I promised him I would be a ‘good girl’ on this trip, and would save myself for his surprise when I got home.



The next morning, after showering and dressing in my new outfit, I went down to enjoy a buffet breakfast before heading downtown to the meeting. As I sipped on my coffee and ate a Danish, I looked round the restaurant and noticed a young couple about ten metres away. They appeared to be on their honeymoon. He was a dark skinned guy with amazing white teeth, and she was asian, from Japan I guessed, as he skin was pure white and her hair jet black. They were a striking couple, and I smiled to myself at the thought of my own honeymoon all those years ago, when Steve and I had been in Bali and I had worn the see-through white swimsuit in the pool and ended up fucking three other men on my very own honeymoon!



Aaaah, those were the days, when we were wild, crazy and fucked like rabbits.



Soon after I was in a cab on the way to meet Trent, and as I climbed from the cab onto the street, I checked my appearance in the windows and smiled. My classic black high heels were classy, yet provocative, with their five inch heels. My red satin blouse was flashy yet sophisticated, and the buttons were undone just enough to flash the black lace of my push-up bra, highlighting my boobs. My black boned jacket completed the outfit, and I had chosen to put my hair up in a bun, completing the look with some brand new Chanel earrings as a birthday treat for myself.



I was met in the foyer by a young asian woman who introduced herself as Ayumi, Trent’s personal assistant, and we made our way to the penthouse level of the building. At the top we got out and walked down a short corridor into a massive open space, featuring glass all the way around, giving amazing views of Hong Kong harbour and the city. Trent greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I flushed at the memory of the one night we had spent together. I was ravenous that night and ended up begging this American stud to push his small cock into my tight arse as he was not really pleasing me much with his fucking. I was embarrassed as I thought back to that night, but kept my composure, hoping my sexual kinks would not have a negative effect on my ability to win the contract.



I was the last to arrive for the meeting, and as we sat in the leather chairs round the conference table, Trent made introductions. I was the only one who had chosen to come and tender for the contract alone. The other two companies were represented by five people in total. David and Candy were joint partners from a firm in Sydney, and they were hoping to break into the Melbourne market by securing this contract. The other company was a firm from Singapore, and they had three men, all very formal and business-like. One was a sales agent, Stuart; the second the lawyer, Toshi, and finally there was Yanaka, the owner of the company, and a much older man than the rest of the people at the meeting. I thought it unusual that the owner himself would attend a business meeting, but was to learn later that he was very much a ‘hands-on’ type of owner.



Trent began by explaining the details of the property that we had all received by email, before going over the process for selecting the successful company to handle the sale of the apartments. It was a process I was familiar with, and I sat quietly, my eyes wandering the room assessing the competition.



When finished, Trent gave each of us the chance to present, and I have to admit, whilst a little nervous in front of the strangers, my competitors, I was quietly confident of winning the tender.



The meeting last about two hours, and as we finished, Trent said his goodbyes and wished us all well. I made my way back to the hotel, removing my clothes and showering as I was a little hot from the meeting and needed to freshen up before deciding what to do with the rest of the evening.



In the shower I was playing with my boobs, pinching and fondling my nipples, when my mobile rang. I stopped playing with myself, dried off and wearing only a towel, picked up the phone to check who the missed call was from. It was Trent.



I dialled his number as some water dripped off my thighs onto the carpet.



“Hi Trent. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower, honey.”



“Ooh, now that sounds tempting!” he said, flirting with me!



I had promised Steve I would be a good girl, so I decided to play straight.



“I was wondering what you were up to for dinner tonight? I’m in town alone and thought it might be nice to have a gorgeous woman to escort around town if you’re interested.”



“Hmm, well, I seem to recall last time you made me an offer like that we ended up being very naughty! But dinner sounds nice.”



“Ok, great,” he said, “I’ll pick you up round eight. Wear something nice because the place I’m taking you is sort of formal, ok?”



“Formal?” I asked. “Well, lucky I bought something suitable then isn’t it? See you at eight.”



I spent the next couple of hours just relaxing, and by the time the room phone buzzed, announcing Trent was there to pick me up, I was quite hungry. I was wearing a simple black cire gown with red roman gladiator stiletto sandals for maximum effect, and had my blonde hair down, with matching bright red lipstick.



The dress was just slightly see-through when light was behind it, and as it was completely form fitting, I had chosen not to wear a bra, but simply a tiny little Wicked Weasel thong on my bottom, as it highlighted my buns. If I’d been in the mood to ‘play’ I would have left the thong off altogether, but my promise to Steve was fresh in my mind and I was planning to be a good girl, have dinner and then fly home the next afternoon and wait to see if I was successful with the tender, before fucking my husband’s brains out, win or lose!



As I exited the elevator into the foyer, my heels clicked on the Italian tiled floor, and I noticed a few eyes cast my way. I felt flattered that, at age 46 I was still able to run heads with my looks. I walked slowly on purpose, seeing Trent seated in the lounges near the revolving doors.



He stood to greet me.



“Now that is a stunning dress.” he said, making me flush with pride as I felt my nipples tingle and harden, pressing against the very thin material.



Taking me by the hand, we looked every bit the courting couple, and we headed out into the warm night air towards the car that was waiting, his chauffeur holding open the door for us.



Inside the limousine we each had a glass of champagne as we headed to the restaurant, arriving about ten minutes later.



As we entered the restaurant, Trent put his hand on the small of my back, and I tingled as his fingers paused, feeling the outline of my tiny thong. He smiled at me as we walked in, and were greeted by the waiter.



I was surprised to see that we were shown to a table with several other people already seated. Puzzled, I looked to Trent, and he smiled, then whispered in my ear, “Very important customers, babe. These are the project financiers. They wanted to meet the agent I have recommended for the tender to act on their behalf.”



I was shocked.



What Trent told me meant that his decision was already made, and that I had won the multi-million dollar tender!



I wanted to scream out in excitement, but I was aware of my surrounds. I wanted to ring Steve and tell him the great news, but Trent was starting to introduce me, and I knew the significance of the people I was meeting for the first time, given Trent’s sudden announcement seconds earlier.



Dinner was a blur, and I’m sure I had too many glasses of champagne, but I felt amazing. My mind kept racing thinking about the tender and what it meant in terms of financial windfall for my agency. As I sipped my fourth glass of champagne, I felt something brush my thigh. I looked down and noticed a hand. Next to me, the man I had been introduced to, Jason, was calmly talking to Trent across the table, but his hand was purposely now rubbing my thigh through the thin material of my dress.



I politely lifted his hand from my thigh, not wanting to attract attention. However, Jason was persistent as well as slightly rude, and a few seconds later his hand was once again on my thigh as he chatted away. I felt my face flush a little, feeling the warmth as he gently squeezed my thigh, and I shifted nervously in my seat, not wanting anyone else to see what he was doing.



Once more I removed his hand, and this time I crossed my legs as I hoped that would stop him being so naughty.



It didn’t.



Minutes later, as he turned to talk to me and asked me what I thought about the new apartments, his hand once more touched my thigh, this time delving slightly further, coming to rest in the cleft between my crossed legs.



I am sure I blushed, and as I mumbled an answer, finished off my fourth glass of champagne, I felt my nipples stiffen as Jason’s fingers began to work their way deeper, even though my long gown was stopping him from getting inside.



As we finished our dessert, a band began to play some soft music, and a few couples rose to dance. I was almost relieved when Trent asked me to join him for a celebratory dance. Jason’s hand quickly disappeared and Trent took me by the hand, and I was glad he did for I actually stumbled a little from too many champagnes!



Once on the dance floor, Trent took me gently in his arms, and I placed my own arms around his neck, as much as a balancer as anything else. He whispered in my ear as we danced.



“You look ravishing in that dress. Did you realise it is almost see-through?”



I pretended to be shocked.



“What? It is not!” I replied, my nipples now throbbing as I knew men had been watching me all night as the light from the chandelier had been casting outlines of my curves under the dress.



“You big tease! You know very well we can all see your braless boobs and amazing arse!”



I smiled and giggled a little, feeling very tipsy and rather horny. As I pressed my chest into his, I felt his hands lower to the globes of my bum right there on the dance floor. My mind went to Steve, back home, and I fantasized that he was standing behind me, about to press his own body against my arse cheeks, sandwiching me between myself and Trent.



My mind was snapped from my fantasy by the feeling of a man, a real man, not my imaginary husband, standing behind me. It was Jason.



“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Trent.



“Not at all, be my guest,” said Trent, before guiding my arms across to Jason who assumed the same position, only a little closer.



He was tall, and I found myself looking upwards as he began to talk, his hands innocently placed upon my hips at this stage.



“Trent tells me you’re quite the businesswoman.”



I blushed, pleased that Trent had described me that way to his associate.



“He also tells me you’re a wicked fuck.”



I was shocked, and my eyes must have given me away, as I pulled back from him.



He trapped me, pulling me firmly against his muscular chest, my own big boobs squashing hard against him now, my nipples aching as my senses confusion took hold.



“Relax, I am impressed. He tells me you’re the best fuck he’s ever had.”



I had no response apart from the burning sensation in my pussy as I tried to digest what he had just said



.



The music stopped and we headed back to the table with the other guests.



My mind was racing. I was dying to get home to Steve, to take hold of his cock and suck it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it, but he was ten hours away by air!



“Well folks, it’s been a great day,” said Trent, standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get Dee back to her hotel as she has a big flight home tomorrow to share her news with her husband, Steve.”



As we all said our goodbyes, and the other owners wished me well with the sales, Trent took me by the hand and we were hailed a cab by the concierge. Just as it arrived, Jason came almost running out the door of the restaurant too.



“Mind if I join you? Trent tells me we’re staying in the same hotel!”



“Of course she doesn’t mind. Jump in,” said Trent, before we all climbed in and headed towards the hotel.



In the back of the cab it was a bit of a squash, and I was in the middle. Trent was a gentleman of course, but Jason was all over me with his hands, and his left arm he put on the back of the seat behind me, his fingers rubbing the skin of my neck as we drove along. I liked the feeling on my skin, but my mind was telling me to stay true to my husband and wait till I got home to satisfy the incredible urges that were coming from my pussy and swollen nipples.



We chatted as we drove, and thankfully, before long, we made it to the hotel.



Flustered from the close contact of being sandwiched between two men other than my husband, and Jason’s fingers on my neck tickling me all the way home, I was in need of some release. I couldn’t wait to get up to my room, ring Steve and then masturbate with him together on the phone to release the sexual tension that had built up in my loins.



The men showed me up to my room, and despite some urging by Jason and an offer of a drink by Trent, I managed to maintain my composure and decline their offers and went to my room alone. Trent and Jason decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar, and I headed to the elevator alone. Inside the elevator, I was aware of just how flushed and horny I was. I was alone, and while watching the lights head towards the 14th floor, I played with my nipples that were very hard and poking against the thin material of my dress. I actually gasped as I tweaked my right nipple and felt a surge of lust through my pussy as the sexual energy in my body took hold.



Inside my room, I peeled off my tight black dress, and then, wearing only my small thong, I decided to be a little naughty. I went into the bathroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and took a photo of myself pinching my right nipple and pouting. It turned me on pinching it like that, and I knew Steve would love it, so I texted him the photo, before stripping off completely and jumping into a nice hot shower.



As the water ran over my shoulders, I soaped up my big boobs and played with them, before dropping my right hand to my pussy and giving myself a good wash, before fingering myself too, noticing just how wet I was inside. I pumped three fingers in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of heat inside my pussy, and as the water flowed down over my boobs, I closed my eyes and imagined Steve fucking me, his strong hands squeezing my tits as he pumped me from behind, just the way I liked it.



I was just about to climax in the shower, when there was a knock at my hotel room door, and I froze, my fingers still buried in my cunt.



Who could that be? What did they want? Could I ignore them and maybe they would go away?



I chose the latter course of action, but, as I stood there in the shower, the water flowing down over my fingers still buried inside my pussy, the knocking at the door came a second time.



“Dee? Are you there? It’s me, Trent. I forgot to give you the details of the tender and I don’t think I’ll be up when you leave in the morning.”



Dammit.



I pulled my fingers reluctantly from my pussy, washed my own juices off them and then turned off the water.



“Just a minute.”



Quickly grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my body, folding the end down inside my cleavage , my hair dripping wet, and went to the door. I was flushed in the face, horny as a toad, and had just about climaxed after fingering myself in the shower seconds earlier, having sent my husband a racey photo. I hardly felt like answering the door, but given the tender with Trent was worth well over a million dollars to my agency, I knew I had to answer it.



Opening the door in my towel, water dripping off my legs and hair, I was surprised when not only Trent, but Jason too was standing there.



I was hoping Trent would just give me the envelope he was holding, but he asked if he could come in and explain the details to me, so I let them both in, trying to cover myself as best I could.



“Sorry to catch you at such an awkward time, babe.” Said Trent.



“You might be, but I’m sure not!” said Jason, “You look hot, Dee, mind if I join you when you’re finished being all business-like with Trent?”



He smiled, half joking, but his words caused my nipples to throb once more, and I felt them poking against the towelling material as his eyes cast their way up and down my entire body as I stood there.



Trent spent a few minutes going over the details with me, and then, as I stood there my pussy on fire from the earlier arousal, kissed me on the cheek, his hand patting my butt as we said our farewells. Then, Jason stood and approached, and his cocky attitude was starting to get to me. As he kissed me on the cheek, pausing a few seconds, his breath was warm against my face, and his hand pressed against my breasts in the towel, and I swear he even felt one of my erect nipples for a second.



Three minutes later, they were gone, and I was spreadeagled on the bed, my fingers buried inside my hot, wet cunt as I imagined what it might have been like to rip off my towel and fuck them both, right there and then.



Just as I approached orgasm again, my mobile phone beeped.



It was a text message back from my husband, Steve, and showed his hard cock that I knew so well, in his fist being pumped with our bed in the background. The text message said, “Horny, huh? Good! Enjoy yourself! See you soon….love, Steve.”



My mind raced. “Enjoy yourself!” Did that mean he wanted me to masturbate again? Did it mean more than that? Was he encouraging me to fuck without him being here?



My hazy, hot, aroused mind was playing tricks on me, and my fingers inside my pussy once more were rapidly causing me to approach the orgasm I was yearning so badly.



As I fell back on the pillows once more, I thrust the three fingers of my left hand back inside my pussy, and began to fuck myself to orgasm. My right hand was pinching and pulling my nipples, the way I love them to be touched during sex, and I was almost there within a minute or two..



Knock, knock.



“Fuck! What now?” I almost yelled as I was snatched from my cum yet again, my nipples red and swollen, my pussy sopping and the fingers of my left hand wet with my juices.



I grabbed the towel and covered up again, then opened the door, expecting Trent to be there telling me he had forgotten something.



It was Jason.



I wanted to kill him for snatching me from my orgasm yet again, but my body was betraying me. My mind told me to tell him to go away, but my pussy wanted him to tear off my towel and fuck the shit out of me. Steve’s text message had confused me, the alcohol had affected my judgement, and the frustration that had built up inside me all night was getting to me, so I stood there, in my towel, hair all over the place, face flushed, fingers wet from pussy juice and smelling like a women’s pussy.

“Fancy a nightcap?” he asked, holding up a bottle of really nice champagne. My Achilles heel. It was Moet Chandon, and I was actually a little thirsty from all my hard work trying to make myself cum.



“I have an early flight and I’m married, so one drink and then you have to go, ok?”



“Whatever you say, babe. I just wasn’t in the mood to sleep and seeing you in that towel like that before made my cock hard as a rock. I just had to see you one more time before you fly out tomorrow.”



He sounded almost sincere, despite the fact I knew he was there for only one reason. The thing was, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t wanting exactly the same thing!



He popped the cork and I grabbed some glasses from the mini bar, and sat down on the bed next to him as he poured.



“To you. May you sell all those fucking apartments before Christmas!”



We clinked glasses and I gulped down the frothy, cold liquid, before Jason topped up my glass again.



“Naughty. What happened to one glass?” I teased, my body relaxing a little more now as I sat there in my towel, my boobs still pressing against the towelling material.



“Well. It’s too good to waste, and I happen to know it’s your favourite. Steve told me.”



A puzzled look came over my face.



“Steve told you? When did you talk to him?” I asked, confused.



“He texted me about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you the photo looked great and to enjoy yourself.”



Now this was confusing, and very arousing at the same time. As I sat there, still wet, horny and wearing only a towel, this man I had not met before dinner that night was sipping champagne on my bed, saying that he had received a text from my husband, and, in my opinion, had almost given this stranger approval to be with me.



“How did he get your number? Do you know him?” I asked, wanting some clarification.



The champagne was getting to me again, and my whole body felt warm and fuzzy, especially my pussy and nipples



.



“Trent introduced us online when we were doing reference checks for the tender applications. It’s company policy for us, so I called Steve and had a chat. He seems like a good guy. I must say, I had no idea how fucking hot you look standing in front of a mirror in just your g-string!”



He held up his phone and showed me the picture I had sent Steve earlier.



That bastard! My own husband has sent a sexy pic of me to another man!



My pussy twitched and shook at the thought, and as I gulped down the remainder of my second glass in five minutes, Jason took that as a signal of approval.



He took me by the hand, put my empty glass on the small table, and then removed my towel, very slowly from around my body. My hair was still quite wet, and I knew my nipples were really erect as I stood there, completely naked in front of this ‘almost’ stranger.



We kissed, and his tongue was hot and wet inside my own mouth as his hands explored my arse, pressing my boobs against his chest for the second time that night. However, unlike earlier on the dance floor, when I had mildly protested, this time I was like putty in his hands, begging him to ravish me and release the orgasm that had been welling inside me for an hour or more.



For a brief moment the married woman inside me took over, and I stepped back, removing his hands from my arse.



“Jason…….I…I can’t do this. I’m married, remember?”



He paused for a moment, then, with a forceful rush, he spun me round and before I had time to protest, his finger found my clit and started to rub it the way that drives me absolutely crazy.



I was his, and he knew it.



I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to finger me, and he took the bait. Slowly, as his right hand continued to play with my clit, his left hand dropped and two of his fingers found my sopping wet cunt, yearning for penetration.



I moaned and leaned back against his body, his mouth biting down on my neck as he almost lifted me off the floor with his fingers inside me, pumping up and down and causing my body to once again start the climb to orgasm.



I was ravenous and the thought of cheating on my husband made me even sluttier as I reached down and found his zipper, undid his pants and then stuffed my hand inside, finding his hard cock and giving the shaft a few hard strokes in my fist.



Momentarily he removed his fingers from inside me, long enough to take his pants off, and remove his shirt, before spinning me round once again, and then kissing me full on the lips again, as his hands reached down to push inside me once more.



His three fingers were now inside me, pumping slowly, as his thumb throbbed my clit and his other hand held me tightly round the waist. I was putty in his hands as he worked me towards the orgasm I knew would be a massive explosion of lust.



I squeezed his balls and pulled them down away from his cock quite hard, and he responded by jamming the fingers up inside me even further. His thumb on my clit was driving me crazy and the orgasm began to well inside me from my pussy walls as my nipples ached from hardness as they pressed against Jason’s muscled chest.



My knees began to shake as I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I was moaning loudly, wiggling my hips to move Jason’s fingers inside my cunt as we kissed.



Just then, the doorbell rang.



Again!



“OOooh, fuck!!” I moaned into Jason’s neck as his fingers froze inside me. His thumb stopped moving across my clit and I let go of his large balls.



“Who the hell could that be?” I cursed.



Jason threw on his pants, panicking.



I grabbed the towel and covered up once more, my body truly on fire, the orgasm ripped from my grasp as I walked towards to hotel room door.



“Who is it?” I hissed, wondering who it might be that had interrupted my orgasm yet again!



“It’s me, Trent! I left my room key on your dresser! Can I just come in and grab it, please?”



I looked across the room to the small dresser near the TV, and, sure enough, there was a room key sitting there!



“Ok, hold on!”I said through the door, before looking at Jason and indicating he should hide in the bathroom. After all, I wasn’t sure how me fucking one of the owners might appear to Trent!



Jason grabbed his things and jumped into the bathroom, before I opened the door.



“Sorry about this, Dee. I’m really embarrassed. Were you asleep? You look a little…flustered!”



I smiled, thinking that I was about as far from asleep as I could be!



“No, no. It’s ok. I was just chilling out and thinking about Steve. It’s my birthday today and Steve tells me he has a surprise waiting for me when I get home tomorrow.”



“Today? Why didn’t you tell me? Ooh, I would have got you a cake to share with the others at dinner!”



He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he said, “Happy Birthday.”



The problem was, that as he stepped forward, my towel chose that very moment to drop completely to the floor, leaving me standing totally naked and exposed at the very instant Trent kissed me on the cheek!



I’m not sure what Trent thought, but he must have given it as a signal from me because the next thing I know, the birthday peck on the cheek turned in to a full-on tongue kiss, and his hands were all over my body, squeezing my boobs and wandering down to my arse.



I was in a state of combined shock and total arousal, having experienced such a sexually frustrating evening to date. I responded the way my nipples wanted. I responded the way my pussy begged me to.



I kissed him back and threw my arms round his neck, yearning for him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, finger me and fuck me.



My mind however was focused on three things as my body went into auto pilot and we began get sexually serious right there standing near the door. The first thought, as his hands mauled my tits the way he knew I loved them being touched, was that my husband was at home, and it was my birthday and he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home the next day. The second thought as my pussy ached and my clitoris throbbed as his fingers found it and gave it a delightful tweaking, was that Trent’s cock had failed to satisfy me the one time we had fucked previously. The third, and possible most sexually arousing thought, as that Jason, with the sexual confidence and large cock, was still in the bathroom, and that he could probably hear Trent and I getting it on now as Trent was starting to moan and I was also doing a little squealing as our tongues entwined and his fingers did a merry dance on my clit and pumped in and out of my very wet pussy.



My mind was racing but my body was winning. I parted my legs as Trent continued to push his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I found myself almost wishing he would jam more of his fingers into me, and push them deeper with every thrust as I was dying for some serious sexual release.



I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, and his small cock was well and truly erect, bulging in his underwear. He stopped finger fucking me, which caused me to gasp and whimper, my own fingers replacing his as one hand frigged my clit and the other pushed four fingers into my snatch, without any difficulty whatsoever. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed, and whilst Trent continued to shed his clothes, I finger fucked myself towards a rapidly arriving orgasm that I had been needing for hours now.



“Whoa, birthday girl. Slow down there!” said Trent, his lack of awareness of the sexual needs of a woman once again on show.



I was dying to cum and just wanted him to either help make me cum, or shut up and let me do my thing.



However, I guess he didn’t get to be the CEO of a multi-national company without getting his way, and before I had a chance to speak, he had taken my hands away from my clit and pussy, and guided me back towards my bed, where he lay me down on my back, and thankfully, spread my legs and began licking my clit with his tongue.



I lay back, closed my eyes, and my hands drifted to my large boobs with their swollen nipples. I squeezed and played with my tits, all the while imagining Steve fucking me the way he does so well, from behind, and with the force of a Mack truck!



The tongue on my clit was very good, and I was pleased to see that Trent had improved his cunnilingus skills since we had fucked. He was actually pretty good at it now, and I found myself starting to rise to orgasm once again that night.



Just as I felt the surge of passion start to rise from my cunt, with the hot, wet tongue lashing my clit quite fast now, there was a movement to my left, and I spotted Jason peeking through the bathroom door!



I was momentarily snapped from the focus of my orgasm as my mind raced. I wondered what Trent would think if he saw Jason. I wondered what my husband, Steve would think if he knew I was in my room making love to one man while another stood watching, having started the whole extramarital thing earlier that night!



I didn’t care, as my nipples, pinched between my fingers, and my clit, being tongue lashed by Trent, took control of my thoughts once again.



I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my own pleasure, and felt the orgasm start to surge once more from my loins as Trent continued to lick me.



About a minute later, enjoying my rising orgasm, I opened my eyes as I pinched and twisted my aching nipples, and saw that Jason, now totally naked, was standing on the side of the bed opposite Trent, his huge, hard cock pointing lewdly above my head. I glanced to Trent, buried tongue deep in my pussy, but he seemed oblivious to his colleague standing over me.



Instinctively I reached for his wonderful cock, realising that this was the only cock in the room capable of satisfying me that night, and I took it in my mouth as I lay spread-eagled being licked to orgasm.



The scene must have looked erotic indeed. I was on my back, my large boobs showing off their erect nipples, a man buried between my legs licking my pussy. I was now deep-throating the very large cock in my mouth and as the man I was sucking moaned and reached down to squeeze and play with my boobs, it started!



Like an avalanche rumbling from the mountains of snow, the orgasm started low in my pussy and began to take over my entire being. The built up sexual tension and frustration of the night’s events had a dramatic effect, heightening my usual sexual energy and causing my body to convulse and shake like a tsunami of sexual release.



It was indeed a good thing that my mouth was full of cock, because my moaning and squealing as the biggest orgasm of my life took over my body was intense! I am sure I would have woken Steve back home in Australia with the volume of noise I made as I came, had the cock in my mouth not started to spurt its own orgasmic load of semen directly into my hungry cock sucking throat! I gulped and shook, swallowed and convulsed, came and digested the huge load of cum that was deposited into my cumming mouth as I climaxed on the wonderful tongue that was licking me to climax.



I shook and came for almost a full minute, my boobs squeezed by Jason as I swallowed his cum. I was on sexual fire as Trent slowed his licking in response to my amazing contractions around his face with my thighs.



I licked the remaining cum off Jason’s cock and lapped at his balls, moaning like a pussy cat eating its food. I was so fucking satisfied it was crazy, and I remember thinking it had been the best orgasm ever, just as Trent removed himself from my thighs, and stood up to reveal a glistening face, coated with my pussy juices all over his tongue, lips, mouth and cheeks.



As Jason recovered from the ravenous blowjob I had just given him, and I luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss, my mouth still covered in Jason’s cum, I reached for a glass and rolled off the bed to pour myself a drink.



“Well, that was a nice surprise! Happy Birthday, Dee!” said Trent.



“No, thank, YOU!” said Jason, giving his now flaccid cock a nice shake as he stood there, his other hand on his hip.



“Well actually, I should be the one thanking both of you. You have no idea how good that orgasm was, or how long I was waiting for it! You guys teased me all night and then with Jason hiding in the bathroom, and Trent forgetting his keys just at the wrong moment, jees!!”



We all shared a giggle, and then there was a brief moment of awkward silence, until Trent, the more conservative of the two men in my hotel room, spoke.



“Well, I guess we should head off and let you get some sleep!”



Truth be known I was totally wishing they would both stay and fuck me ragged until I couldn’t walk.



“Well, I guess you’re right. My flight leaves early and I’m sure Steve will have something big planned for when I get home.”



That’s when Jason, the cocky one whose lovely cock I had just drained of a huge load and swallowed, spoke up.



“OOoh, come on, babe! Don’t try and tell me you don’t want a pair of cocks to fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You know you want it bad, and Trent and I are just the guys to give it to you. Get over here and let me suck on those gorgeous titties of yours and let’s get this fucking party really started so we can give you a proper birthday present.”



I was a little shocked, but he was totally right.



“I’m not sure we should stay, Jason. After all, Dee is a married woman!” said Trent, before the three of us giggled together.



“Well. If you put it like that, how could I refuse?” I said, walking slowly over towards the cocky stud, my big boobs shaking nicely as I wiggles my body to make them shake even more



.



I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips, his hands dropping to cup my arse behind me, and as we enjoyed a really hot kiss, Trent moved in behind us and pushed his little dick between my thighs, and I moved around until I nestled it between my butt cheeks, and felt the heat coming off the little cock behind me, as the large one hanging downwards in front of me started to come to life again and I felt it poke my belly.



Jason then collapsed down on the bed, and I fell onto my hands and knees before him, taking his cock in my mouth and marvelling at the way it started to swell once more. I can’t speak for other women, but the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth as I suck it is one of the most amazing sensations I have experienced. I kept sucking Jason until his cock was rock hard again, my right hand playing with his balls, tugging on them as I deep throated his impressive manhood. Behind me Trent had positioned himself with his cock pushing at my pussy entrance. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to. Even though he had a small cock, I guided it into me and the sensation of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time caused me to gasp a little.



Trent then settled into a nice rhythm playing with my tits as he fucked me doggie style, and I kept sucking Jason’s cock at the same time. Jason leaned forward as I was being fucked, sucking his cock, and started to scratch me back with long raking movements, which was sensational. I was in cock heaven as the two men pumped me like a spit roast and fucked me in between them, cock in pussy and mouth at the same time, boobs played with and back being scratched. It was lovely and I was totally enjoying being fucked by the two men.



We stayed in this position for a good five or ten minutes. I’m not sure because it was so heavenly that time seemed to stand still as I rolled back and forth on the cocks inside me at both ends.



Jason then decided that he wanted some fucking, and I have to admit I was glad he did, because he had a cock that felt almost twice the size of poor Trent’s little wiener.



The guys swapped positions as I spun around on the bed, offering my wet pussy to Jason, who pushed his nice cock inside me with one long, deep thrust that was heavenly. Then, in front of me Trent played with my boobs and I took his slimy, juice covered cock into my hungry mouth and first licked my juices off it, before being easily able to deep throat him with every suck.



Before long Jason worked into a lovely motion with really long, deep strokes that hit the bottom of my pussy every time he pumped into me. Just as I thought it could not get any better than this, his fingers found my clit and I once again felt an orgasm surging through my body. The feeling of another cum approaching was too much for me, and I reached back and pushed my own finger into my cunt where Jason’s cock was pumping in and out. I rubbed my finger along the shaft of his cock as he fucked me, and I moaned as I felt the larger penetration caused by my own finger inside me at the same time. Then, when it was coated with my own love juices, I pulled my finger out of my pussy, leaving Jason’s cock in there to fuck me alone, even as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. I reached back and found my bum, poking my wet finger into my arsehole and playing a little first, before pushing it all the way in until my entire finger was buried in my own arse.



I knew it must have looked hot to Jason, and so I decided to have some fun with the two men fucking me.



“Oooh, I can feel your cock going in and out of my pussy, Jason. My finger is fucking my arse and I can feel your big clock sliding in and out through the skin back there. Can you feel my finger fucking my arse baby? Can you?”



I was on my knees, being fucked from behind by a huge cock. Jason was pumping me with fantastic long, deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he pumped me. I was sucking a cock in my mouth, and finger fucking my own arse at the same time.



I decided it was time to really blow these guys minds and show them what a hot fuck I could be when my husband was not around and I was in the mood to fuck.



I dislodged both cocks and my own fingers from my arse, then asked Jason to lay down on the bed. I then turned to face away from Jason, my boobs facing Trent, giving Jason a full on view of my arse and back. Then, lowering myself down, I pushed his amazing cock into my arse, slowly, moaning and making sure the guys heard exactly what was happening with every inch that pushed into my tight arse.

I enjoy being a submissive to my husband, Alex. Our sex life is fantastic when it’s just the two of us, but several times a month he takes me out somewhere to find someone else for me to fuck. I never know where we are going. He chooses what I wear, and I never know the gender of the person I will be fucking, or the number of them for that matter. He does not demean me while doing this, instead he chooses a scenario that I have had a fantasy about, or that he has envisioned. It is meant to bring pleasure to both of us and allow us to fulfill fantasies.



My job is to tell him any fantasy I have. I describe them in detail while he fingers and licks my pussy. He helps me to enhance my sexuality in things that I would be afraid to do without his guidance. I never tell him no. If he chooses something for me, that is what I will do. Truth be told, every bit of it makes me hot. I love his deciding what I am going to and all the planning he puts into it.



This story is one I often replay in my head when he is out of town. I use toys to recreate what I can and I know how much my husband loves me because he gives me these fantastic nights. Not every husband is willing to allow his wife to fuck another man, much less groups of people.



First a little bit about myself. I am average height and average weight for a woman. I know how to play on my features and be either coy or downright slutty and I love both. I can turn heads when I want to. I love cock and I love pussy. Most of all I love pleasing my husband. We are in our early 40s and everything about us is “average.” We have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and dog. Soccer games, football games and cheerleading practice are on our daily schedules. We are typical family next door, but behind closed doors, especially bedroom doors, we are far more free.



I came home from work on a Friday night to find my husband sitting on our bed. He was naked, cock at full staff and ready for me. I dropped to me knee in front of him, happily taking his cock into my mouth. Once I got his full length in my mouth, I knew. He is only this hard when he’s about to take me out somewhere. My pussy tingled with excitement. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the length of my cock. He grabbed my head, keeping it still.



“You are a slut tonight and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I want to,” he commanded. Oh, my pussy got so wet.



As he held my head, his strokes were long, hard and fast. I had to resist the urge to gag and adjust a little bit so I could take his length down my throat.



“Oh, your hot mouth is better than your pussy tonight,” he groaned.



He only lasted a few minutes with his assault on my mouth before I was slurping up his sticky cum. He came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. My mouth dripped with his cum. I didn’t want to waste any, so I wiped it off my face, rubbed it on my tits, then licked it off. I licked his cock nice and clean, making sure to get every drop.



My pussy was aching for relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting it. On our nights out, he wants me as wet as possible when I meet my partner or partners.



When Alex was finished he pulled me to a standing position and started removing my clothing. He led me to the bathroom, lifting me onto the counter, sliding my ass to the edge as I braced myself.



On the counter were the razor and shaving cream. With the agony my pussy was already in, this was going to be difficult. When he shaves my pussy I always struggle to keep from cumming. All the playing with my pussy gets me worked up.



He slathered my throbbing lips with shaving cream, meticulously using the razor to clean every hair from my pussy and ass. By the time he was done, my entire body throbbed with desire and anticipation. He gave my clit one slow lick before I got down. I couldn’t wait to get to wherever we were going, but I knew he would be slow, making me wait.



We returned to the bedroom for me to get dressed. I never know what the outfit is going to be. It can be anything from barely there to school marm, covered to my ankles with my hair pulled into a tight bun. Each part of the unknown fuels my excitement.



I already had a clue since he told me I was going to be a slut tonight. This probably meant barely there, or leather, or something along those lines. These were actually my favorite outfits, but I didn’t tell him that. I saw his cock harden whenever he dressed me in one of these outfits. Tonight was no exception. When he opened the box and revealed the outfit, he pulled my hand to his cock, which had hardened again. Another thing I never know during our adventures is if he will be part of them. Sometimes he does nothing but watch. Other times he is actively fucking me. I hoped tonight it would be the latter since his cock was hardening quickly. Nights like this usually meant I’d be in for a good, hard cock pounding.



The first item he pulled out was a lace garter belt. He held it out for me to step into. As he slid it up and over my hips, I quivered. His hands were hot on my skin. Next came the stockings that were attached to the garters. He ever so slowly slid them up my legs, his palms firm on my legs so I could feel the heat of his hands. His fingers grazed near my clit, but never touched it. I wanted to feel his fingers so badly.



Tonight there were no panties. My pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Next he pulled out a black mini skirt. As with the garter belt, I stepped into it with his hands running up my legs. It fell just a couple of inches below my ass. I do yoga to keep my body in decent shape and it has done wonders on my ass. I have a nice jiggle to it when I get fucked, but it looks firm and has a traditional heart shape. The skirt showed it off well. My last piece of clothing was a bustier that laced up the front. It didn’t cover much of my tits. It came up just over my nipples. My tits jiggled as I walked. They aren’t huge, but they are a mouthful and my nipples are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them played with.



I wore no jewelry except my wedding ring. My hair was down, just past my shoulders. My lips were a vibrant red and very glossy. My eyes were played up, but I doubted any man would notice them tonight. The final adornment was my shoes. Black 4″ heels. They had a pattern that came to mid calf that criss crossed and tied; another part of my submission.



He did something he had never done before after he finished dressing me. He reached for a small container that contained a green gel. He pushed up my skirt and spread the gel across my clit. It tingled on contact and it wasn’t from his touch. There was something in the gel that made me tingle. Every time I moved it tingled more. This was going to be the most excruciating pleasure.



He didn’t say another word. He just took my hand, leading me to the car. We got in and drove in quiet for about 45 minutes. I had to keep as still as possible or the gel on my pussy would start me tingling all over again. We stopped at an area and a bar I was not familiar with. We could hear some loud bass thumping as we got to the door. He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. There was definite anticipation mixed with apprehension. I didn’t know what was on the other side of the door.



When I walked in, it didn’t take long before heads were turning. My pale white skin stood out in this bar. There were a few other white couples in the bar, but it was mostly black and Hispanic. I was most certainly in the minority here. As I walked, the gel made my clit tingle. Each step brought most wetness in my pussy and incredible sensations.



We didn’t stop for a drink as we usually do. Instead we walked up to another couple and Alex asked them if they would like to dance with me. He then told them I liked both men and women and loved to be felt up as I danced. Soon the three of us were on the dance floor while he bought our drinks.



Dancing was exquisite and torturous at the same time. The gel on my clit was still very active and every move I made sent jolts straight to my pussy. I was also wedged between the couple, with the man behind me, grinding his cock into my ass, and the woman running her hands over my tits. My husband simply stood at the bar, watching. The man behind me started running his hands up my legs and under my skirt. When he could tell that there were no panties under my skirt, he went to slide it up. I started to tug it down.



Alex shouted, “Leave your skirt up. Show off that fine pussy and ass! Unless anyone minds that is.”



It started slowly, then I heard chants of “Pussy and ass, pussy and ass, pussy and ass…” It continued until I pulled skirt up around my waist, showing off the garters and stockings. When I did, a round of applause went around the bar.



My husband left the bar and joined me. He told me he wanted me to properly thank the couple for dancing with me. I didn’t understand what he meant until he placed each of my hands on their crotches. He asked the couple if they would like me to stroke them. The woman of the couple said she’d prefer if we both gave her husband a blowjob if we were agreeable to that. My pussy dripped as we waited for the response.



“Sure. My wife is happy to suck cock. Would you like privacy or an audience?” He asked.



“Oh, I don’t mind an audience,” she responded.



Things were moving quickly and my pussy was damn hot and wanting relief. We were on the edge of the dance floor as we pulled the husband’s pants down. A nice thick cock sprang to attention. It was dark but not black. Pre cum was already dripping from the head. I didn’t wait, lowering my mouth, taking as much in as I could. Lowering to my knees, I began to swallow his cock, or as much of it as I could. I struggled to get his length into my mouth without gagging.



“Let me show you how to deep throat,” his wife said. She proceeded to swallow his whole damn cock in one swift move. I watched in awe as she easily manipulated his meat down her throat, quickly and his full length each time.



“Now you try,” the wife told me.



I tried again, still not able to take everything. I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle tug. He took this as a sign to shove his cock farther down my throat. I gagged as he did. His wife grabbed my head, sliding it up and down his cock, pushing me further and further with each stroke. When his balls slapped my face, I realized I had his entire cock in my throat. His wife continued using my head and mouth to fuck her husband. Alex simply stood behind me stroking my ass.



“Suck his big hard cock,” the wife told me repeatedly. “You look like you like having a cock in your mouth.”



This man had stamina. He continued pounding in and out of my mouth. His wife joined me, cupping and sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock when he pulled out of my mouth. My mouth hit her tongue as I stroked back down on him. Each time we touched I felt the fire in my pussy.



I heard the wife say, “I think he’s going to cum. I want some too.”



She pulled me off his cock so we could both suck and lick him when he came. I pumped the base of his thick cock while we licked away. As we continued, we were rewarded with a face full of cum. We licked and sucked until he was dry. I happily lapped the cum from his wife’s face, licking her mouth, taking her tongue deep into mine.



I almost screamed when my husband’s hand found my clit. I had been dripping for so long, and tasting cum on another woman only made my own need to cum stronger. His mere touch nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll find you someone to lick your pussy.”



“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to cum once I had a tongue on my now tender pussy.



He took me to the dance floor, with my skirt still at my waist as he stroked my ass. I didn’t know who in particular he was looking for, but he worked our way through the crowd, my pussy waiting in anticipation. Several people reached out to grab my ass, or run a hand over my pussy or tits as we made our way through the crowd. Finally he stopped. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out.



“Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man.



“Hell yeah,” the man responded.



“Follow us,” my husband said.



He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have no problem with having people watch me have sex. Knowing that people are watching me and that there are men who would fuck me given the chance, makes it far more exciting to me. I’m also quite vocal when I fuck, so being discreet isn’t really an option anyway.



My husband looked at the man, saying, “She’s all yours.”



The man knelt in front of me, eagerly lapping at my pussy. My husband dropped his pants, pulled my head back and stuck his cock in my mouth.



I had my first orgasm in minutes. It had been a long time coming. My screams were muffled around my husband’s cock, but I knew people had heard me and were watching us.



“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention,” my husband said. “You’ve got plenty of people watching you suck my cock while you get sucked. You like that, don’t you. You like having people watching you fucking.”



I could only groan in response. My mouth was full.



The man licking my pussy did not let up after I came. His tongue probed everywhere, including sliding back to my ass.



My husband told him, “Oh, she has a tight ass. See if you can get it loosened up for her.”



The man slid three fingers into my pussy, fucking me furiously, getting my pussy nice and wet while he continued to eat me. Being a slut was exactly what I wanted tonight. I felt another orgasm building. The finger fucking came faster and harder until I burst. My cum flowed down the man’s fingers, which he spread on my ass. He wasted no time in sliding a finger in and pumping away.



“Yeah, loosen her ass up. She’s going to need it,” my husband stated.



Damn. What else was going to happen tonight, I wondered. I didn’t have time to think much, because the man slid a second finger into my ass, while tonguing my clit. My husband continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The sensations flowing across my body were pure bliss.



When the man pushed three, then four fingers into my ass, I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and screamed as yet another orgasm hit me.



“Oh, yeah, fuck my tight ass,” I screamed. “Eat my wet pussy,” I begged him. He continued until the orgasm subsided.



“Oh, that ass is nice and wide now,” the man said as he licked around my hole.



“You can fuck her if you want until I get back,” my husband stated.



The man wasted no time in sliding into my pussy. He slid in easily since I was damn wet. I had been denied an orgasm for hours, then given three inside of an hour. I’m sure I reeked of sex.



The man fucking me undid the ties on my bustier, freeing my tits. He pinched and pulled them while he slammed his cock into my wet pussy. My tits are sensitive to begin with, but the sexual frustration and the excitement of the crowd gathering around us heightened my sensations. This man was using my body like his own fuck doll and I loved every minute of it. My body felt jolts of electricity going to my clit and tits each time he slammed his cock into me.



He was pounding away when Alex returned with another man. I struggled to focus as my pussy clenched around the cock fucking it. This man was built big. Everything about him was big. He had broad shoulders, was easily over six feet, large hands, a square jaw, and a huge cock inching closer to my mouth. He was easily 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. His skin was black as coal.



I simply screamed as I came, my pussy clenched hard and tight around the man’s cock, giving it one hell of a massage.



“Shoot that cum on her tits,” Alex told the man fucking me. He moved quickly, his cock exploding with thick cum, covering my chest. My tongue stuck out, hoping to catch some that I could taste.



“Give her your cock to clean off. We don’t want you to have to leave with a messy dick,” Alex told the first man.



He eagerly filled my mouth with his still hard cock. I sucked him dry, cleaning his cum and my pussy juice from him. I love the taste of my pussy on a cock and welcome any chance to suck it off. When the man left, he gave me a good slap on my ass, telling me what a good fuck I’d been.



The new man had taken my hand, wrapping it around his monster cock. My fingers barely fit around him. I groaned with anticipation. His black hands massaged my creamy white tits. He replaced one hand with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hard nub. I squirmed all over the table.



Alex bent down to tell me, “This night is far from over. Shortly you will have your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock.”



“Oh yes, give me more,” I cried.



Alex took his place at my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his cock slid into my pussy. His quick manipulation of my clit, along with the sight of my white hand around this big black cock had me cumming quickly. It was going to feel damn good when he filled my pussy with it.



As Alex continued pumping my cunt, the man gave me his cock to taste. Any woman that could take him into her mouth had my admiration. My mouth was stretched just to take in the width, not to mention the length. He was gentle as I worked to swallow as much as I could.



“You look beautiful with that big black cock in your mouth,” Alex told me. “And you have quite an audience.”



I attempted to turn my head, which was difficult with my mouth stuffed, but what I could see showed me that we were surrounded with watchers. Some of the crowd was issuing instructions to the two men.



“Fuck that pussy hard.”



“Shove that cock down her throat.”



“Grab those tits and work them.”



“Flip her over and give her a good fuck.”



The last comment registered somewhere. Alex maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees on the table. It was a bit of a relief since it made it slightly easier to suck the cock in front of me.



Each time Alex slid his cock into me, my mouth pushed forward onto the man’s cock. I wanted it in my pussy so badly, but Alex decided what happened. If I asked to have the man fuck me, he would make me wait longer, and I didn’t want to wait.



I felt something cold and wet on my ass. I realized that Alex was spreading lube across my asshole. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers deep into my hole. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass. It wasn’t the first time I had his, or any, cock in my ass.



A loud groan escaped my mouth as he plunged his full length into my ass in one swift move.



What came next came as a complete surprise to me, but was the fulfillment of a fantasy.



Alex pulled me off the cock in my mouth, straightening me so my back was against his chest. He held me up by my tits.



“It’s time,” Alex said to the other man.



What did that mean?



I found out when the man closed in on us, sliding his cock into my pussy.



A primal groan came from my throat as the monster cock slid into my pussy, stretching it wide. It was a good thing I was so wet or he probably would have ripped me open. As he slid further and further in, the pleasure began to come. Alex slowly slid in and out of my ass, as the man pushed further and further into my pussy. I had never been so stuffed.



It took a few minutes before the men were able to establish a rhythm, thrusting into my holes at the same pace. They were hitting spots of pleasure I never knew existed. I could no longer contain my pleasure.

Lloyd’s Angel: Birthday Presents



November 2010



We kissed, and my cock was hard against my stomach. I was more than ready to continue, but she eeled out of my grasp and stood up. I expected her to strip herself or me, but she surprised me by just standing there and grinning.



“Angel!” I protested. “I can’t believe this; it’s my birthday!”



She wrapped her arms around herself and twisted back and forth. “I want it more than you do, trust me; but you can have me every day, and we haven’t done presents yet!”



“Presents, plural?”



Angel nodded. “It’s a big day. You’re 75, and technically I’m 2!”



I frowned repressively and stood up, too. “I thought we just agreed, Angela, that technically you’re 27 and some change, and I seem to recall you had a birthday party, which you quite enjoyed. It sounds like you’re double-dipping.”



She stuck out her tongue at me. “We both know that party was for Angel. And you. Angela didn’t get to do anything at all, except stand up Rose.” Putting her hands on her hips, Angel declared, “it seems only fair that if Angel can have a sex party on Angela’s birthday, Angela should be able to have a sex party on Angel’s birthday.”



I grinned. “Okay, already; you’re making my head hurt. Where is this party?”



“Upstairs — I hope.”



“Rose?” I’d almost forgotten her until Angel mentioned her. “Isn’t this a little abrupt?”



Angel grinned wickedly, and I realized I was still as hard as an eighteen-year-old. “I don’t think so; if I’m wrong, we’ll just have to behave ourselves during dinner and fuck ourselves blind afterwards. Now, if you’ll just grab the wine?”



I was enjoying this newly assertive side of her, and decided to relax and let her drive. I retrieved the bottle from the side table and followed Angel out the door. I thought again about how good the slacks looked on her, and realized the extra length of her legs came from the heels she was wearing. It was tempting to think about leaning forward and goosing her, but visions of broken legs in the stairwell dissuaded me.



We walked along the hall to what I presumed was Rose’s apartment. Angel peeled a post-it off the door and flashed me a triumphant smile as she held it out for me to read: “come in.” She whispered, “Be quiet; it’s a surprise,” and opened the unlocked door.



“It’s Angela,” she called softly while I locked the door and set the bottle down on the kitchen table.



Rose’s voice sounded from the bedroom. “I’m in here.” I thought she sounded a little tense.



Angel gestured frantically for me to follow her, and together we walked over to the bedroom doorway. “Rose!” she exclaimed as we looked inside.



“Oh my God!” screamed her friend. Rose was stretched out atop the bed, completely naked, with her wrists handcuffed to the headboard. She writhed in a futile attempt to conceal herself, obviously embarrassed. Her blush spread all the way to her chest.



I admired her tits, slightly larger than Angel’s, and figure, which I found only slightly less pleasing to my eye. She sported a pierced navel and a small landing strip above her copiously flowing pussy; the covers beneath her were soaked and I could smell her desire from the door. Out of the side of my eye I could see Angel making the same examination I was; my cock felt harder than ever.



“I’m so embarrassed,” moaned Rose, tugging on the cuffs again. “Can you unlock these now?” She looked at the nightstand and Angel, unwilling to meet my gaze for even a second.



Angel seemed disinclined to move, so I took it upon myself to walk over and pick up the key that was sitting atop a sheet of folded paper on the stand. The cuffs I recognized as standard issue. I unfolded the paper and read a brief note in Angel’s handwriting: “If you’re ready to take a chance, be sure these are all you’re wearing. 6:30PM. Love, Angela. PS: Make sure the door is unlocked.” I looked over at her and bounced the key in my hand. “Well?”



“In a minute,” Angel told me. She crossed in front of me and sat on the edge of the bed beside Rose. “I’ve always wondered,” she said softly, looking down, before leaning forward and kissing her friend. It was a long kiss, and Rose’s arms strained against the cuffs. Judging by moans I heard, she didn’t want to push Angel away. The women finally came up for air, both gasping. “More fool I,” Angel said cryptically, but I could guess her thoughts. “Well, no time like the present,” she said more cheerfully.



I held out the key, but she waved me away. “No, I want to know what the big secret in this nightstand is.”



“No! Angela!” Rose screamed. “Don’t you dare open that!” She thrashed energetically but had no way to interfere as Angel opened the top drawer. It was a measure of her desperation that she resorted to calling on me. “Lloyd, can’t you stop her? Do something!”



What I wanted to do was stick my cock in something, but I was afraid if I even adjusted myself I’d shoot my load in my pants. I settled for watching Angel’s methodical search of the nightstand.



The top drawer held odds and ends, including a small wand vibrator and a tube of lubricant, along with some condoms. They were hardly worthy of notice. The next drawer was lingerie, which Angel sifted quickly aside before producing an egg-shaped vibrator with an external battery pack and a string of beads. Those went on the top of the nightstand with the other toys.



Rose was blushing again, but both Angel and I had searched enough people carrying contraband to know that whatever she feared, we hadn’t come to it yet. That became apparent when Angel removed a set of flannel pajamas from the bottom drawer and exposed a gigantic double-headed dildo that looked like it had been stolen from a horse. Even bent nearly double, I was surprised it fit in the drawer.



“You use this? By yourself?” Angel inquired, resting one end between Rose’s breasts and then slowly pulling it so the head dragged from her cleavage to nearly her crotch before it was lifted away. Rose watched it like a bird transfixed by a snake. “Tonight, I’m afraid you’ll have to share.”



Setting the dildo aside for the moment, Angel selected the egg vibrator and turned back to Rose.



Rose clamped her legs together and moaned, “Come on, Angela, can’t you just release me?”



“A little help please,” my beautiful vixen requested. It never occurred to me to refuse or, for that matter, convince Rose to stop resisting. I knelt at the foot of the bed, bracing one foot against my knee, and spread Rose’s legs apart. They were muscular, but she put up only token resistance.



Once her objective was revealed, Angel slid the egg slowly into Rose without turning it on, and then pulled it out again, slick with moisture. She adjusted its positioning, and began pressing it against Rose’s ass. “Come on, Rose, open up for me; you know you want it.”



Rose shook her head, but she drew her knees wider apart and I saw fresh drops of dew appear on her labia as the egg was swallowed up by her sphincter.



“What a greedy little ass you have, Rose,” purred Angel. She lifted the battery pack to where Rose could see it, leaned down, and gently blew on her friend’s pussy while she thumbed on the vibrator.



All of us were surprised by what happened. Rose’s hips seemed to levitate off the bed and I thought she might break the headboard as she wailed and climaxed explosively. A fraction of a second later, Angel cried out in surprise and bucked so hard she lost her balance. She actually bounced her head off Rose’s stomach before falling off the bed. I would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so erotically charged.



Both women orgasmed again before Angel could find the remote and switch it to its lowest setting. “Rose,” she gasped, “I had no idea!”



The redhead didn’t look embarrassed now; she looked, well, hungry. “I’ve been here for an hour and a half, just in case you got here early. I spent it all fantasizing about what might happen, getting hotter and hotter with no way to get off.”



I slipped off my jacket. “I think we’ll be having dinner late,” I told the ladies when they looked at me.



Rose’s eyes were wide, but Angel leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Rose closed her eyes and nodded briefly, and then the two of them kissed again.



“Could I have a word, Angela?” I asked, once they’d parted. We walked out of the bedroom, just far enough Rose couldn’t hear us. I looked at Angel, who was nearly bouncing with anticipation. “What’s up? I don’t want to force Rose to do anything against her will, and I thought you weren’t that into other girls.”



“It’s Rose,” she told me, as if that explained everything. “She needs a good fucking — didn’t you see how excited she is?” Angel slowly pulled my tie free, using body language that had me ready to chuck the entire discussion. “I want to fuck her, too. I just imagined your voice telling me.”



That probably should have sounded alarm bells, but most of my spare blood supply was below my waist and nobody was home upstairs. “But she’s okay with this? I know she didn’t expect two of us.”



Angel aimed a devastatingly smoldering look at me. “I reminded her she’d do anything for me.”



How had she figured that out? I gaped, but she was already walking back into the bedroom, working her hips with every stride. “Screw it,” I decided, following; there’d be another day.



In the course of her time at Home Run, Angel had learned to sell a striptease like nobody else I’d seen. Perhaps I was biased, but Rose watched from the bed like she was living in a fantasy. Her slit was leaking condensation like a cold glass on a warm summer day.



I’d watched Angel disrobe before, but that didn’t mean I was tired of it. She hadn’t done a tease for somebody else in my presence for a while, but the occasional glance in my direction reassured me I wasn’t far from her thoughts. I stripped without affectation, looking forward to quenching my desire in her body.



Finally, all of us were naked. I watched Angel for a hint about what to do next; it was refreshing not to be driving for a change. Rose looked back and forth between her friend and my erection.



Angel broke the tableau and knelt on the bed between Rose’s legs. “Have you ever shared this with anyone?” she asked, picking up the double-headed monster again. Rose blushed in response. “Tell me what you want, then.”



“Make love to me,” Rose whispered, barely loud enough to hear, and darkened even more.



“Is this for making love?” Angel asked, bringing one end to her face and kissing it. I had no doubt she could have deep-throated an astonishing length of it, but it was too wide to fit in her mouth. “Or is it for fucking?” She ran a finger down Rose’s stomach, laughing lightly as her friend raised her hips in a vain effort to increase the level of contact. “Did you say something?”



Rose bucked, trying to hook her legs around Angel and pull her in, but the teasing brunette was just far enough down to deny her the required leverage. “Fuck!” she panted. “Just fuck me, already!”



“What?” Angel dangled the cock so one end rested on Rose’s mound just above her creaming gash, but lightly enough that Rose’s struggles didn’t succeed in forcing it between her glistening lips.



“Fuck me, oh, fuck me now!” Rose screamed, loud enough I began to worry about the neighbors. “Fill me up!”



After shooting me a quick triumphant glance, Angel rose on her knees and spread them slightly. She proceeded to work one end of the dildo into herself and twisted until nearly half its length had disappeared inside her. Given its girth and the speed with which she’d impaled herself, I knew Angel had to be dripping with excitement, too.



The tube of rubber hung obscenely between her legs as Angel crawled closer to the redhead chained to the headboard. Rose had already drawn up her knees and spread them wide, offering herself eagerly. This time, when she rocked her pelvis upwards, the head of the artificial cock sank into her, and she let out something that was halfway between a gasp and a sigh.



The gap between their flexing bodies steadily lessened until it disappeared, and then Angel drew smoothly back and began to repeat the process. I realized it was the first time she had been with somebody without my cum marking her. It was a little unsettling, and my erection urged me to remedy the situation.



I knelt on the bed behind Angel, admiring the play of muscles that led up to her tight buns.



“Fuck my ass,” she ordered me. “I want to feel you exploding inside me!” She slowed her thrusts and arched her back, exposing her clenched sphincter and giving me an aiming point.



God, she was tight, especially with that monster filling her womb, but I slid right in. I didn’t inquire about details, but ever since that first night, Angel kept her ass cleaned and lubed for use at a moment’s notice. Rose gasped as I rammed all the way home and pushed Angel into her.



I withdrew slightly, balancing on one hand so I could reach around and grab a breast with the other, and let Angel do the work. She rocked back and forth, alternately impaling herself on me and the dildo, and I felt her heart racing beneath my hand.



The reach was a little harder, but I moved my hand to Rose’s bobbling breast and kneaded it. I twisted her nipple and felt her buck underneath us, biting her lip and moaning. The slick heat of Angel’s rectum gripped me as her body writhed against mine. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and didn’t want to be the first to pop. It didn’t sound like Rose was far behind, and I wasn’t worried about Angel.



My eye fell upon the forgotten battery pack lying beside Rose. With a devilish grin, I let all my weight fall on Angel, pressing us together in a sweaty flesh sandwich. Both girls gasped in surprise, but my hand was free to grab the remote and thumb it to high, while holding on for dear life.



Rose bucked like a bronco, screaming, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” as the added stimulation pushed her into a mind-numbing orgasm. I knew how strong it was because Angel climaxed too, shuddering as her bowels convulsed around my throbbing cock. She felt like heaven, and I panted as my load pumped into her ass.



That, of course, set Angel off again before she could even draw breath. She cried out incoherently, and only the intruders pinning her in place fore and aft kept us from tumbling apart. Rose was looking frankly a little frenzied, so I switched off the vibrating egg. All of us panted wordlessly a moment longer.



“Happy birthday,” I told my incomparably sexy companion, and then leaned forward to kiss her on the back of her neck. I leaned back, withdrawing from her ass, but paused a moment to wipe myself on her cheeks as her rosebud reluctantly closed. All felt right with the world again.



Any thoughts we might be finished were quickly dashed. I was still admiring the view when Angel pulled herself off the dildo, leaving the other end impaled within Rose, and reversed direction to face me. “Suck me clean,” she demanded, and sat on Rose’s face.



I was a little nonplussed, initially. “Come on, Rose. Get going! Get that tongue of yours way up inside my ass and lick out all that tasty cum!” Angel wriggled and seated herself more firmly atop her friend, while Rose’s legs kicked uselessly.



The kicking stopped, and Angel’s breathing deepened. I reminded myself that she wouldn’t be doing this unless Rose wanted it, since only her partner’s orgasm could release her own.



“Come here, wise guy,” Angel beckoned, and reached out to draw me forward by my cock. She took me in her mouth, without any expectation of milking me a second time, but rather in the near-ritual cleaning she performed almost every time we made love.



I felt no regrets about pulling free a few minutes later and enjoying the view. Angel, her hair spilled out of its confining twist, rocked slowly atop Rose, her eyes closed. On impulse, I walked around the bed to the nightstand and used the key to unfasten the cuffs on Rose’s wrists. Immediately, her hands came up to pull on Angel’s thighs.



Angel’s eyes flew open and she shifted slightly, bending down to focus on Rose’s stuffed pussy. The pair began a frenzied sixty-nine; their tongues attended to swollen clits while Angel began pistoning the dildo into Rose again. Rose’s fingers found their way to Angel’s dripping cunt and asshole.



Their breathing gave way to rough gasps and short keening cries, and then both bodies tensed and relaxed in another simultaneous orgasm. For once, I felt no temptation to meddle.



Perhaps, at long last, I’d received a birthday present after all: patience. I lay down beside them, caressing Angel’s flank, and didn’t worry about my physical capacity. Later — maybe that night, and maybe not — I’d be ready again; and when I was, my Angel would be there for me.



I decided I’d better see what Rose had in her freezer; I didn’t think either of them would be moving from the bed for the rest of the evening.

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