It still turns us on when we talk about it. It’s one of those personal legends that come up when we’re naked and kissing and just on the verge of fucking. It happened during our trip to Mardi Gras one year. There we were with the crowd, smoke, booze, and beads all crushed around us.(…)
Last spring, my girlfriend Betty told us all that she was getting married and that she was planning a majorly hot bachelorette party at a local private club – complete with several male strippers. Gerald, my best friend and roommate, heard me laughing excitedly as I discussed the fun with Betty over the phone. Afterward,(…)
Joe and I have been known to get together whenever we can. It’s rarely planned; we like to hook up on a whim. I know his weakness – he likes it rough. And he knows mine – I love anal and always have. Together, we are one great team when we are horny. The last(…)
I like having sex in front of mirrors. Even when I’m all by myself, I will stand in front of my mirror with my dildo, plowing the vibrator in and out of my cunt while I watch myself. It’s such a turn on. I never have confessed this particularly pleasure to a lover before because(…)
When my husband told me that he wanted to try anal sex, I immediately got to work researching the topic. I read every article I could find, searched out advice from my favorite sex books, and even bought some instructional videos. I convinced him to watch the videos with me. Fred wasn’t surprised by my(…)
It still turns us on when we talk about it. It’s one of those personal legends that come up when we’re naked and kissing and just on the verge of fucking. It happened during our trip to Mardi Gras one year. There we were with the crowd, smoke, booze, and beads all crushed around us. Suddenly, in the midst of copious forms of drunken debauchery, I let the mood sweep me away and I lifted her skirt.
“What are you doing?” she yelled in my ear. Though in the noisy throng, it was barely a whisper.
“Just taking a look.” I smoothed my fingers over the blue fabric of her panties, feeling her ass. It is a thing of beauty!
“People will see,” she protested mildly.
“Go for it, man,” yelled some guy from the crowd.
That stranger’s encouragement suddenly made what I was doing that much better and I yanked her back against me with her skirt still flipped up. I pushed my cock against the split of her ass and felt her heat. It made me moan.
The crowd was pushing us along but when I saw a narrow alleyway, I pulled her toward it. “Come here.”
I knelt and pulled her panties down. Now under her sexy little skirt, she was completely naked.
“That’s hot,” a woman said as she passed by, checking us out. A drunken stranger curtsied clumsily and continued by.
“People will see,” Janet repeated, but she didn’t sound too terribly upset. Then she added, “People are seeing.”
I pushed up the front of her skirt, exposing her pussy. I buried my face between her legs, licking her so that her thighs shivered against my face. I was beyond caring who saw us. I just wanted to taste her on my tongue and lick her clean before turning her to face that fence so I could fuck her from behind. Rarely was I impatient, but in this instance I was absolutely frantic for her.
So I shrugged off her false protests and latched on to her fully, licking and sucking her wet slit and hard clit until she sighed deeply and held onto my hair, pulling my face closer. I pushed two fingers into her cunt and curled them, feeling her heat and the way her pussy walls clenched greedily around my fingers.
A man paused to hang in the alley’s entryway, looked, and said, “You only live once! Mardi Gras, baby!” And then he was gone.
But Janet came at that moment and her sweet juices flooded my mouth. That man looking at her and seeing her that way was what had pushed her over the edge. It was so forbidden and hot and it broke her open and made her cum so hard. I fucking loved it.
There were a few new people lingering in the street, watching us. Although I pretended they weren’t there, my heart was pounding away with excitement.
I turned my wife around and flipped up her skirt again, then kicked her legs aside a bit roughly. Her body was trembling with passion. I smiled. “Put your hands up on the fence,” I told her. I could talk softer away from the crowd.
She pressed her hands against the weathered wood and her wedding band sparkled in the fading sunlight. The way she was obeying me was an even bigger turn-on than knowing people were watching our intimate activities. I plunged a finger into Janet’s sweet cunt, and she moaned and pressed her cheek to the fence. She no longer seemed to care who might be watching.
She pushed her ass back against me, inviting me in. But I still wanted to tease her – to torment her soaking-wet cunt into wanting me even more. I added another finger and then a third, flicking at her G-spot. At the entrance to the alley, I heard someone speak and the sound made my dick jerk in my pants. But I continued on with what I was doing, pretending like I didn’t hear it.
I pushed my fingers in deeper and pressed my thumb against her asshole hard enough to make her go taut against the fence. As I shoved my fingers into her once more, she came again, and the people who had gathered around us urged her on.
Out on the street, the crowd continued to flow along. The music continued to play and the shouts of the crowd were still loud and excited.
She was ready and so was I. I pulled at my belt and bared my hard cock as my wife remained pressed to the wooden fence. Her whimpers went right to my dick and my balls. In fact, every sound she made just made me more urgently in need to fuck her. It didn’t seem possible, but every small cry proved it to be true.
“Please hurry,” she begged. Her fingers ran along the wooden fence, looking for purchase.
We definitely had a nice little crowd of watchers now. They clogged the entrance to our alley and softly urged us on.
Sliding the tip of my cock along her ass crack, I took my time, making her wait – making her tremble, making her beg.
“Yes, hurry,” one of the watcher’s said. I thought it was a man, but I wasn’t sure. With all the noise going on, it was hard to tell.
Pushing just the tip of my cock into her, I licked the back of her neck. Janet moaned and cried out and I slid into her a bit farther. Just another inch or two. She tried to push back and stuff herself full of my cock. I just laughed softly in her ear, and pulled out a little more. This was meant by a frustrated sob.
“Are you having a nice vacation?”
“Yes,” she blurted, nodding so hard that her soft brown hair swept against the fence.
I slid into her again—just another inch – and this time she sighed.
“Do you like them watching?”
When I asked, it seemed like I could hear them breathing – those few people who were standing there enjoying the show.
“Fuck yes,” she admitted.
That’s what broke my control. I was no longer able to do anything but act – so I did – pulling back just enough to see that her skirt just barely concealed where we were joined. I held her full hips in my hands and started to seriously fuck her – thrusting in deeply and desperately. I never looked at the people watching, but I could feel them there, watching every move we made.
I pushed one finger into Janet’s ass and heard someone in the crowd gasp. That sound made it hard for me to hang on, but luckily, Janet cried out at that moment. She was cumming yet again. I loved it. Normally I could only get one orgasm out of her – two if I was lucky.
Feeling her pussy milk me, rippling around me in hot, wet waves, I gave in and came too. I thrust my cock in deeply and emptied my load into her with a happy moan.
As I started to put myself back together and Janet let her skirt fall, our audience moved away. One man tossed us a wave as he left, saying, “Good show!”
I kissed her hard and with passion. “I think we might need to come back next year.”
“I think you are right!” she agreed.
We haven’t made it back yet, but this year we hope to. We want to get lost in the crowd again, and there’s an alleyway waiting for us there.
Last spring, my girlfriend Betty told us all that she was getting married and that she was planning a majorly hot bachelorette party at a local private club – complete with several male strippers. Gerald, my best friend and roommate, heard me laughing excitedly as I discussed the fun with Betty over the phone. Afterward, he told me that he’d all kinds of porn about those kinds of parties. He was really wishing he could go too, but knew that only girls would be invited. He even considered getting a job there as a waiter, but new that even the staff would be all girls. Still, for the next month he kept on me about the party – getting on my nerves about it in the process. I finally told him that the only way he’d get in was to become a girl, and he actually started to consider it. He asked me if I thought he could pass as a woman and sneak in as a guest.
At first I thought he was out of his mind, but when I really looked him over, I realized that it just might work. Gerald is slim and only five foot eight. His face is slender, with high cheekbones. His hair is blond and on the long side – but not too long. Since it was close to Halloween, I suggested we experiment – I’d turn him into a woman for the holiday. He was hesitant at first, but I reminded him that girls do tend to get pretty drunk and lose control at these parties so should at least consider it. Finally, he agreed.
For his Halloween costume, I simply made him a woman – no fancy celebrity impersonations or superhero stuff – just a woman in a dress and heels. Gerald fit perfectly in a size ten dress. We padded his hips slightly and cinched his waist to give him a good figure. It didn’t even take a lot of make up to transform his face into an extremely attractive woman. I thought he looked great – even better than some of the girls I know. But he needed some serious help learning how to behave like a woman. His alter-ego, “Amanda” was clumsy and ungainly. He almost crashed to the floor in his three-inch heels. He walked with heavy feet and sat with his legs apart, showing his panties. Amanda was going to get busted real quick.
But Gerald was willing to work hard to learn to sit and move like a woman. I suggested he start looking on the Internet for instructional videos and he seemed to bury himself in the task. For the next few months, I never heard a word about it. But I noticed things. His hair was getting longer, for one, and I could tell he was watching his weight. I would hear him sometimes too – heels clicking on the floor, and I was sure he was practicing. I was anxious to ask but knew I needed to just be patient until he was ready to reveal his secret.
Suddenly, last month he was ready. One evening after we’d finished eating dinner, Gerald came out in a classic little black dress he’d picked out himself. It fit him perfectly. It was three inches above the knee, with long lacy sleeves. He was wearing sheer silky pantyhose and four-inch heels and could walk perfectly in them. He twirled and strutted across the floor just like a woman and even his hips moved correctly. As he sat down, he gracefully smoothed his dress under his butt and lowered himself onto the chair. He slid back in his seat and crossed his legs perfectly. He asked me how he did and I told him he was just about perfect. Really, the only thing he needed was a little help with his makeup.
The day of the bachelorette party, Gerald was terribly nervous. I had bought all the makeup he would need for a full transformation. He spent time in the bathroom and then came out with his body totally hairless. I poured him some wine and told him I would fix him up perfectly. I painted his fingernails and toenails with a pretty red polish to match his lipstick. He’d let his nails grow out just enough, like the nails of a professional woman. I made up his face with foundation, rouge, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, lip liner and gloss, and spritzed perfume here and there. I also attached some pretty hair extensions to lengthen his blonde hair and complete the look.
Then the dressing began as Gerald slipped on his padded bra and panties, his slip, pantyhose and heels. As I zipped up his beautiful black dress, it fit Gerald like a glove. I would have definitely hit on him, if I were a man or a lesbian – he looked that good! I got ready myself and we headed off to Betty’s party. I made sure he had a gift in hand so he looked like he belonged. I knew nobody was going to check his ID, but I was sure everyone was going to be checking “her” out.
The party was just as hot as Gerald thought it would be. Lots of drinks and girls going wild over the good-looking hunks as they stripped naked. There were three of them and they all had huge cocks. My friend Betty was definitely getting her money’s worth. Some of the girls moved away as those cocks were thrust in their faces, but other women couldn’t resist reaching out with their hands – and even with their tongues! Even I took a lick!
When one super hot guy stopped in front of me – one who’d been dressed like a fireman before stripping – I held his balls and stroked his cock until he was hard and huge. I licked my lips and then sucked on the tip of his cock, looking up at him with seductive passion. He just stood there enjoying my grasp, his eyes heavy with pleasure and lust. I gave a sideways glance at “Amanda” and raised my eyebrows. I was daring her to take a nibble – or even more. I whispered to her that if she wanted to be viewed like a woman, she should act like one. I gently moved his thick cock in her direction and put her hand on it. Amanda began to stroke it, looking nervous but intrigued. I moved my hand to the back of Amanda’s neck and urged her head forward. Two inches of cock disappeared into Amanda’s mouth, then three, and finally four.
The girls were cheering Amanda on – telling her to make him cum and swallow his load. I firmly held the fireman by the balls, and Amanda by the back of her neck. I could feel that the fireman was getting closer to climax. Suddenly, he spurted his hot cream into Amanda’s mouth and a little dribble of semen oozed from the corner of her lips. I scooped it up with my finger and watched Amanda lick it up. I whispered to “her” that she gave a wonderful blowjob.
Contrary to those hot porn videos, the girls may go a little crazy at the sight of naked dancers, but not many are actually willing to suck cock in public. The other two strippers had been dressed as a cop and a soldier and suddenly, they were dancing in front of Amanda too, hoping for the same treatment. It didn’t take very much encouragement before Amanda was willing to suck them dry too! Many of the girls shot videos and photos of Amanda’s performance on their phones, and she told me later that it was a thrilling experience.
After the party, Gerald and I went out for coffee. I asked him if he’d enjoyed himself as a woman that night and he admitted that he had. Very much. Since that evening, Amanda and I have gone out together several times – to dinner, the movies, and on shopping trips. I have a brand-new girlfriend and I love it!
Joe and I have been known to get together whenever we can. It’s rarely planned; we like to hook up on a whim. I know his weakness – he likes it rough. And he knows mine – I love anal and always have. Together, we are one great team when we are horny.
The last time we got the chance to hook up was when we closed up the shop after a big sale before the holidays.
“You wanna grab some stock out of the back to replenish the shelves? There are two things we sold out of today. You grab one box and I’ll grab the other.” Something in his eyes was heated and I could feel the heat of his gaze on my skin.
“Sure, give me the heavy lifting.”
He shrugged his big shoulders and grinned. “We can swap. You go into the cramped space where the candles are and I’ll—”
“Fine! Fine!” I said, laughing. He was right. The storage area was clean but parts of it were very cramped and I wasn’t a fan of tight spaces.
I could still feel his eyes on me as I moved, and the knowledge that he was staring at me caused a steady pounding pulse in my stomach and my cunt. I was hoping that we would somehow collide that night—and make each other cum hard in the process. Maybe we’d even grab a beer together afterward.
I never really bring it up though. I prefer to hope and let these encounters manifest on their own.
The merchandise, as usual, had been put in the wrong place by the store’s day shift. When I bent to dig them out from behind some other boxes on a bottom shelf, Joe’s hands clamped down on my waist. “I saw you looking at me,” he said, his voice heavy with lust.
It was hard to breathe, hard to swallow, but very easy to shiver—trapped there in his grip as I was. I said nothing.
“I can tell when you need it,” Joe told me. He gripped my stretchy blue skirt and pulled it down and the white tails of my blouse fluttered around my waist. His hands found the top of my black tights and I heard him tear my nylons away. My pussy was sopping wet with desire, but that’s not where he’d be going. Not there.
I nodded in response. Yes, I did need it. Yes, this was good.
Joe’s fingers tickled along my spine before stroking my lower back in a deceptively gentle way. He cupped my ass and leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Do you need it? Am I right?”
He was going to make me say it. “I need it,” I managed, though my voice was choppy and weak from excitement.
“Need what?” he teased.
“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, hoping he’d let me get away with being just a little coy.
“Is that it?” he pressed.
I shook my head no. If I was going to get what I wanted, I was going to have to say it. “I need you to fuck my ass.”
“That’s more like it!” Joe said, bending me forward. My arms leaned on the shelf in front of me and I pushed my ass back against him – tempting him and inviting him.
He slipped his fingers inside my pussy deeply, nudging my G-spot and the wet depths of my cunt. Then his cock followed, plunging easily into my pussy hole as he drove his wet fingers into my rectum. I moaned, hanging my head and holding my breath. He was getting me ready – getting me where I wanted to be so he could fuck me the way I really needed it.
My hair slid along the shelf, my fingers making trails in the dust. His cock slammed me hard, pushing me forward so that my toes were barely touching the floor. Joe’s fingernails dug almost painfully into my hips and his roughness made my pussy clamp down on his cock.
“Feels like you are really turned on,” he said as he pulled free of me quickly. It made me sigh. He slid his fingers in and out of my ass, stretching me open and making me ache for him. My cunt was clenching – empty. I whimpered.
“Hold on, sexy. Just a minute more.” He added another finger to my ass hole, and it stung so good! My body gave itself over to his finger talents and I gripped the edge of the shelf as he slid his fingers out and lined up the head of his cock with my stretched ass. Then, moving with slow torture, he entered me with just the tip of his cock. I was panting with need.
“You want more, don’t you?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
Joe pushed forward and his cock continued to probe my body, stretching my asshole taut. My free hand found its way to my pussy and I simply pressed. The added pressure made his intrusion all the sweeter.
“Did I say you could do that?” he asked, slapping my ass cheek once, hard enough that I felt blood rush to the surface of my skin.
Another inch and then another, before his cock was in all the way – balls deep – and we both paused to breathe. Soon, though, his stillness became maddening, and another whimper popped out of me. I could feel my cunt pounding to the same beat as my heart.
“I know. Just a second . . . ” Then he was moving – slow and steady at first, making sure he didn’t hurt me until I was ready. When I began trembling, Joe wound my long, blonde hair around his fist and pulled hard enough to snap my head back and make my nipples rub hard against my white blouse.
“I want you to cum – hard!” he said, yanking again.
His blue eyes stared at me when I caught his gaze in my peripheral vision. My head held tight by his grip on my hair, I could barely see him. But I could understand that gaze. “You may touch yourself.”
I almost babbled with relief as his thrusts became harder and more demanding. My fingers stroked circles around my clit and my whole body responded – becoming taut with anticipation. I shoved fingers into my greedy cunt and pressed my hand against my swollen clit.
“Harder,” he groaned. He could feel my fingers through that thin barrier of skin that separated my cunt and ass.
I thrust my fingers deeper. “Oh,” was all I said as I hovered there on the edge, waiting.
“Cum!,” he commanded, and then I did. My body shook with the effort to not scream as my orgasm moved through me. It was so much hotter to be quiet – secret – illicit.
He slammed into me hard enough to rap my hips against the edge of the shelf. With a rough growl he came inside my ass, pinning me in place with his body.
Then he chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. “You up for a beer? ”
My knees were shaking, as were my hands. “I am.”
“One day we might have to take this act of ours into the real world. You know – a real date.”
I blushed. “Maybe,” I said. “But not yet.”
“You like the secret,” he said, turning from me. It wasn’t a question.
I like having sex in front of mirrors. Even when I’m all by myself, I will stand in front of my mirror with my dildo, plowing the vibrator in and out of my cunt while I watch myself. It’s such a turn on. I never have confessed this particularly pleasure to a lover before because I was afraid of sounding vain. I could only imagine the conversation it would inspire. “You want to watch yourself cum? You get off on the lust in your eyes?” At best, I’d be completely mortified. But worse than that, I might be completely shut down by a potential lover.
Most of the time, I can figure out a way to get what I’m looking for without too much effort. Most bedrooms have a mirror somewhere, and with a little clever planning, I can usually catch at least a glimpse, if not a full view of the action. Sometimes, I’ve worked even harder for my pleasure. One time, when I found a wall of mirrors in a public restroom at a local grocery store, I confessed to my lover at that time that I wanted him to fuck me there. He thought I was into the risk of almost getting caught and I let him. But the reality was that I got off watching the two of us fuck in all those mirrors.
I did the same thing in a dressing room in the clothing department of a store. I saw a three-way mirror that made my pussy wet. I had to be really sneaky, but I got my beau in there and had my way with him while seeing our images reflected infinitely. That was amazing – seeing us fucking each other over and over and over from every angle.
But little did I know that when I signed up for dance lessons at a local studio, I would truly meet my match. Not only in dance – but in passion.
I took Latin dance when I was young, but over the years, the skill had been lost. However, I regained my rhythm fairly quickly, and I sure did love the four walls of mirrors.
Enrique was the owner of the studio and also my instructor. After the second group class, he offered me a private lesson. I thought he was simply trying to get more money out of me but he told me, “No charge. You have a gift.”
The real gift for me was being able to work and practice without any other students. We were the only people in the building, and we would begin just the way any proper lesson should. Enrique put the music on and held out his hand. In moments, we were dancing as if we’d been dancing together for years. However, I couldn’t resist turning my head to catch a glimpse of our reflections even thought I should have been focused on him. He noticed and pointed it out and I did try my best to stop, but my eyes kept wandering.
“You like the way we look together?” he teased me.
I took a deep breath, and for some reason, I quietly confessed, “I like watching . . . ”
“Watching?,” he prompted.
Here was my chance to tell a man what I really liked, but I wasn’t sure I could do it. The music was still playing, though – with this erotic rumba beat. I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. I told him, “I like watching myself with a partner.” I was hoping he’d get the double-entendre of the statement, but just to be clear, I added, “not just a dance partner – but a lover.”
His eyes gleamed. He suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace and dipped me and I could feel his cock. He was as hard as my pussy was wet. When I was upright once more, he said, “I have a suggestion.”
My heart was pounding as fast as the rhythm section on the CD. “Yes?” I asked, nearly panting.
“What if we try this naked?”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was stripping my clothes off immediately – shoes, stockings, jazz pants discarded – tiny scrap of a halter tossed away. Enrique undressed with slightly more time – and grace – and I was struck by the vision of his perfect body. Male dancers have some of the most amazing bodies with their long, lean muscles, six-pack abs, tight glutes. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and I could barely breathe.
“Like this,” he said. He offered me his hand once more, and now we were dancing in the nude. I was absolutely riveted by the sexiness. Every twirl gave me delicious views of us naked, but we were not joined. This was only foreplay. I was completely juicy and had to wonder how long he would wait before he touched me between my legs and found out what I already knew – that I was wetter than I’d ever been before. Of course, he would have no way of knowing I was more aroused than ever, but he would certainly notice that there was an ocean between my thighs.
After a few more spins, he dipped me again, taking my breath away. Then he set me all the way down on the smooth, polished floor. I moaned with anticipation, wondering what would be coming next and hoping it would be me.
But Enrique had surprises in store for me. He didn’t climb on top of me in missionary position. He didn’t turn me around for a delicious sixty-nine, either. Instead, he told me to get on my hands and knees. I do so and found myself facing one wall of mirrors. Then he got behind me and teased me, stroking his cock against my pussy. The music was still playing and the songs blending from one to the next, different rhythms, different beats. Enrique waited for a moment longer while felt the pressure of the head of his cock against the lips of my cunt hole. Then suddenly, he thrust. I cried out as I felt him enter me deeply. He was well hung – long and thick, and he sure knew how to wield his sword. He held my hips and powered his cock in and out and in again. That’s when I realized he was fucking me to the rhythm of the music.
I was looking right into the mirrors as he reached up and grabbed my ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. He used my hair for leverage as he fucked me, and I knew then that I had never found a partner who better matched me sexually. He seemed to intuitively know everything I wanted even before I realized that I wanted it. He surprised me when he slipped out of me and slid under my body, running his tongue in delicious circles around my swollen clit. I had been on the brink of cumming and his mouth just me over. He just pulled away long enough to tell me, “Don’t stop watching. Keep looking at yourself.” I did as I was told and came hard all over his face while staring into my own eyes. He seemed to savor every moment of my orgasm. Finally, when it was over, he gracefully slipped out from under me and stood in front of me.
Then it was my turn to take charge. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his huge cock. I couldn’t really see myself at this point as he was blocking the view, but he seemed to realize this too. As he fucked my mouth he also pulled back a little. I moved after him – on my knees in a rather awkward fashion, and then I realized that he was turning so I could still see in the mirror while I sucked him. He just seemed to think of everything!
I gave my best attention to his thick dick. I worked my lips along the head and sucked as much of the shaft into my mouth as possible. I could taste me on him and I savored every drop of that. When he got close to cumming, he began to pull back once more. I was confused, but he kept moving until he was behind me.
“Just watch,” he said, and I did as he told me. I watched as he stroked his rod and then showered me with his cum – all over my back, thighs, and ass. I loved the show and shivered as he stroked me, rubbing his cum into my skin.
He helped me stand up and took me to his office to a private shower. We spent time showering each other off under the hot water, losing ourselves in each other once again. That’s when he told me that he’d been looking for someone like me his whole life – someone who was as kinky in the same ways that he was. I looked around and noticed that the bathroom was completely covered in mirrors. I knew that I had finally met my match.
When my husband told me that he wanted to try anal sex, I immediately got to work researching the topic. I read every article I could find, searched out advice from my favorite sex books, and even bought some instructional videos. I convinced him to watch the videos with me.
Fred wasn’t surprised by my obsessive research. I am an information junkie and always want to learn everything I can about any new endeavor. Sex is no different. Thankfully, Fred understands my penchant for learning.
I began preparing myself for anal penetration a month before letting Fred anywhere near my rectum. I spent days with butt plugs pushed deep inside my asshole, and gradually increased the size until I thought I’d be able to handle an actual cock. I actually wore the largest butt plug for nearly three full days – when at work or having dinner out with friends. I wanted to make sure I was as prepared as possible so that the first anal experience Fred and I shared would be perfect.
A few weeks after our first conversation about it, I was ready. Fred and I went out for dinner. I was wearing my butt plug, but I didn’t tell him. I planned to surprise him with it later that evening. While we talked, I noticed that he was being very careful not to ask about my anal research. I knew he was anxious to find out how it was going and when he’d finally get a chance to penetrate my ass, but I enjoyed making him wait. It wasn’t until we were in the car on the way back to his place that I told my husband I was ready for the real thing. He was very excited and happy by the news.
Actually, we were both so excited that the drive home was excruciatingly long. I was glad we’d gone to a restaurant so close to home. Fred drove so fast, we were home in less than ten minutes – and suddenly it was time for the real fun to begin.
As soon as we were inside, Fred was trying to tear off my clothes as fast as possible. He’d been so patient during the last few weeks that it was no surprise to see him so out of control. In all honesty, I was feeling just as impatient, and started tearing his clothes off him too! We were already down to our underwear by the time we made it to our bedroom. Then we got out the lube and condoms that I’d laid aside in preparation for our anal event.
We climbed into bed and continued grabbing and groping and kissing each other more before we finally got down to business. I slid Fred’s briefs off his hard cock sprung upward. Then he pulled off my panties and got his big surprise. As soon as he saw that shiny red base between my ass cheeks, he moaned.
“Oh gawd,” he said. “Have you had that in all night – even at the restaurant?” I nodded. “That is so hot!” he moaned.
I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next. I half expected him to remove my plug and slide his hard cock into me, but he had something else in mind. He grabbed a condom, rolled it over his dick, and slid deep into my cunt. My pussy was dripping wet after spending all day aroused, and he entered me with ease. With his cock in my cunt and the plug in my ass, I felt stuffed full and ready to explode. It felt so good!
He pushed me flat on my back as he fucked me, and he drove deeper with each stroke. I felt waves of pleasure all through my body. I bent my knees and planted my feet on the mattress so I could thrust up against him, and every time my ass hit the bed, it moved the plug inside my ass. It was turning me on like crazy and I could feel an orgasm quickly building. Fred pumped furiously as I inched closer and closer to a climax, and when he sensed I was on the verge, he slammed into me as deep as he could and held still. That did it – the pressure from his cock and the anal plug set me off and I came all over his cock.
I’d cum faster than I usually did, but Fred was still hard and ready for the main event!
He moved off me so I could roll over onto my stomach. Then he took hold of the base of my plug and eased it out until it slipped free. He put the toy on the nightstand and grabbed the lubricant. I heard the cap open and then felt the cool gel as he squeezed it onto my ass. It dripped down my crack and then he spread it around. He slid a finger into my ass to make sure the lube got inside, which was the most important thing.
By the time he was ready to enter me, my ass was wet and ready and I was crazy with anticipation. Fred pulled my ass up so I was on my knees and in perfect line for his cock. I turned to watch him guide his cock into my tight opening. The combination of pussy juice on his dick and the lube he’d used helped him slip the tip in, but it still took a moment for my ass to open enough to take the rest of his shaft. He took his time, carefully pushing in inch by inch, and in a minute or two he was completely enveloped between my cheeks.
I’d been preparing for weeks, but still, having a real cock deep in my ass was an entirely new experience. It was so different from all the silicone toys I’d been practicing with. For one thing, it felt a lot better! His cock filled my ass better than any of the toys had, and I could feel every ridge as he shoved in deeper and deeper. It was so thrilling that I was sure I would cum at any moment, before any of the real action even started.
Then he began stroking in and out, and I immediately experienced tremors of pleasure. His thrusts were smooth and even, with each one more intense than the last. I’d known it would feel good, but I had no idea I would like it that much. Wow!
Each time Fred’s cock slid out of me, leaving just the tip between my cheeks, I moaned. I loved the friction of his cock slipping in and out of my ass. I desperately wanted to buck against him – to thrust back as hard as I could. As excited as I was to have him penetrating my ass, though, I knew Fred was just as excited and I wanted to give him every opportunity to fuck me the way he’d fantasized before I just went wild and started doing what felt good to me.
However, it turned out we were thinking in very similar ways. As if he was reading my mind, the minute I started craving deeper, harder thrusts – he began giving them to me. His cock pounded in and out of my ass at exactly the right speed and with the perfect amount of force, and soon it was impossible to control my own bucking, writhing, and moaning.
I couldn’t help it – I moved wildly beneath him, slamming my hips against his and forcing his cock to pound even harder in and out of my asshole. My toys had been fun, but this was off the charts! My orgasm was building quickly and I was moaning loudly as I wiggled my ass. I wanted to get closer and take Fred deeper. Finally, I reached my climax, shrieking as my pussy spasmed and my ass clenched tightly around Fred’s thick cock.
I was so hot that I felt feverish – as if my body was on fire. I loved it. I continued shoving back against my husband as I came and he was right behind me with his own intense climax. I felt his cock pulse as he came inside me.
When Fred slid his semi-soft dick out of me a few moments later, my ass felt sadly empty. But I was completely satisfied and happy. All the preparation and research hadn’t prepared me for how incredible it would be to feel Fred’s cock plundering my ass.
Now my husband and I are anal experts. It has become a regular, and very satisfying, addition to our sexual fun. The next thing I want to try is getting Fred to use some of our anal toys on himself. I can’t wait to write about it when he does!
My wife and I call it having a guest for dinner. If it’s a slow and lonely night at the diner and the right man walks in – one that passes my wife Angela’s muster, we give each other the nod. The door gets locked, and as my wife pulls the big industrial blinds down, she tells him he’s our last customer of the night.
We watch him eat as he tries not to stare at the way her little pink uniform rides up when she reaches for the shade pull or the way her stocking tops peek out from under her short skirt. She’s an old-fashioned girl and has a thing for old fashioned thigh-high stockings that stay up on their own. We let him eat and when he’s finished, she makes her move while I watch from the kitchen.
Our last guest was a big trucker. He had an open faced roast beef sandwich and then realized that all those dirty things he’d fantasized about as he watched Angela might just come true!
“Can I get you anything else?” she asked flirtatiously.
My mouth was dry just watching her. My dick was hard and my heart was beating so fast I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
“Just the check, I guess,” he said.
Angela got so close to him that his breath could have moved the fabric of her pink uniform and finally, he seemed to get the message. Still, to make sure, Angela grabbed his big hand and put it on the back of her thigh, so his fingers splayed up and under her skirt.
I pressed myself fully to the wall to get the pressure of it against my cock. This was my favorite part—when she made her move.
“Are you sure? Nothing else at all?” Angela asked. She took a step closer and her knees hit the bench. His hand instinctively slid a little higher under her skirt. I could see from his face that he had just discovered her secret – She was naked under there.
He stammered, like any decent guy would. Then she forward and said, just loud enough for me to hear, “Not even a blowjob?”
He stammered some more, and I felt a little bad for him, but I was excited too. Angela’s mouth is like no other and he had a real treat in store for him!
She dropped to her knees on the old ceramic tile flooring and began to work the guy’s belt. I turned off the radio earlier when I made his sandwich, so there was nothing preventing me from hearing the subtle whisper of his zipper and the swish of fabric as she pulled his fly open. She’d positioned her luscious ass so that I could see what her mouth was busy doing while also admiring her wet pussy and hot bottom, too.
Her pussy lips were glistening and she shook her ass a little – just for me. I had to smile and then I had to touch myself. I unzipped my pants quietly and grabbed my cock in my fist just as she began to lick his cock. The guy’s eyes slammed shut as she sucked his tip into her hot mouth, but then he forced them open again so he could watch her.
I squeezed my cock roughly, to get the shooting sparks of pleasure without allowing myself to cum. That would have to wait. I knew this was just the beginning of the fun.
She lowered her mouth with excruciating slowness until his cock was completely in her mouth and down her throat. He made a sound that was part growl, part whimper, and he thrust his hips up just a bit. Not hard enough to cum, but hard enough that I saw my wife’s hands fist her uniform skirt from the sudden force.
She shook her ass at me again, and I thought about sliding my cock into her wetness and fucking her while she sucked him off. Maybe I will do that in the future – but for now, I stroked my cock and watched her lick his shaft and tease the head of his cock with her tongue. She held her tongue rigid and drove the tip into the weeping slit in his cock head. He moaned and thrust his hips up again.
I held and caressed my balls, held my breath and waited.
Her fingers slid up his thigh, and then she was fondling his balls, cupping and squeezing gently. Then she ran her fingertips over the delicate skin as she sucked him. I watched her cheeks hollow out with her effort, and then watched her tongue play along the sides and back of his dick.
The lucky guy was panting, moaning, and gripping the edge of the table with his hands. Then, she stood up and slid her uniform up – baring her belly, cunt, and ass for our guest. “Do you eat pussy?” she asked, smiling. Her long black hair had come loose from her bobby pins and hung freely around her shoulders.
He still looked stunned, but he nodded and she stepped closer, showing him her naked cunt. And just so you know, no one has ever turned her down.
She opened her legs and planted one foot on the seat, near his thigh. Then she spread her pussy lips wide open. He drove his face roughly against her, eager to consume all of her to the point of being frantic. He grabbed her ass with one hand and stroked his cock with the other as I watched. I was breathless and overwhelmingly turned on in the kitchen.
I could hear how eagerly he slurped and licked her. His tongue sliding all over my wife’s pussy and clit was amazingly loud and I imagined him driving his tongue into her wet hole even if I couldn’t actually see him do it. His fingers dug into her ass as he pressed his face even more eagerly between her legs. Suddenly, she came hard, grabbing his hair and holding his face to her while his fingers danced along her ass.
She dropped back to her knees and swallowed up his cock with one fast motion. Her mouth slid quickly down his length, allowing his cock to fuck the back of her throat. He arched his hips up and cried out, so close to cumming that he was almost mindless with pleasure.
At the last moment, she pulled back and yanked open the top of her uniform, offering him her chest and deep cleavage. “Cum all over me!”
He didn’t object at all – he just grabbed his cock and jerked it three times before spurting his cum all over her pale, milky skin. I watched the pearlescent spray coat her flesh and stood there biting my lip and holding my dick. I couldn’t move.
He needed to leave now – as soon as possible.
Angela smiled and told him, “Dinner was on the house. I’ll show you out.”
He was stunned and didn’t question her or argue. He pulled his clothing together and allowed her to walk him out. She patted his arm like he was a good boy as he left and then locked the door behind him.
I heard the soft hiss of the swinging door to the kitchen as she pushed it open. Then I was on her, pressing my body against hers. Her spunk covered titties were sticking to my chef clothes as she took my cock in her hand and squeezed.
“So, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me?”
To answer, I stripped her bare and smeared his load all over her breasts. I bent her over the stainless steel prep table and spread her thighs, driving my fingers into her cunt – her cunt that had been primed by some other guy’s mouth and lubricated with some other guy’s spit.
I dug my fingers into her fleshy ass and thought about how some other guy’s hands had just been there. It took all my resistance to not cum on the first stroke, but I managed. I drove into her hard, pounding into her as I brought her to orgasm twice. Her tight cunt massaged me as she came. She pushed herself against me, driving me in deeper and I couldn’t resist it any longer. I remembered the way he’d licked her pussy and came on her skin. As my cock exploding, shooting my hot load into her, I was already thinking about our next dinner guest.
A few years ago, while I was attending college in Florida, I met my husband-to-be, and we started dating. We were sort of an odd couple, Jerome being a black man of six feet two, while I am an Asian girl, less than five feet tall, with long black hair reaching past by butt. Jerome was a sexually experienced man of 27 and I was still a virgin at 21.
We had been going out for a couple of weeks when he finally made a move on me, and he was pretty disappointed when I told him that I intended to remain a virgin until marriage. It looked for a moment like our relationship might end right there, but while he pouted, I reached over and unzipped his pants. He was surprised but watched as I pulled his thick, lovely, dark circumcised penis out and began stroking it gently until it was hard as a rock. It was a wonderfully large dick – at least eight inches long. Of course he wanted me to go down on him then, but I told him to relax and I would give him an experience he would truly enjoy. Then I put my hands on him in a much less gentle way, working my magic on him. There in the car, I had him squirming and moaning on the seat for the next 20 minutes or so before I finally allowed him to shoot his sperm all over my hands.
When he finally recovered a bit he said, “Oh my gawd, that’s the best orgasm I’ve have ever had! You must have done that before!
I just smiled.
He continued, “Most girls don’t really know what they’re doing when they jerk you off. They just pull on you until it starts to hurt and whether or not you’ve cum, you’re glad when they stop. How many times have you done that?”
“Thousands,” I honestly replied.
He laughed, “Give me a break! Seriously, how many?”
“I’m being honest,” I said. I began to tell him my story.
I came to the United States when I was 18, but I had no skills or money. My Aunt Kim sponsored me and when I couldn’t find a decent job within a reasonable amount of time, my Aunt told me I could start working for her.
Aunt Kim owned a very busy massage parlor in a strip mall in a very business oriented area of town. Men of all kinds – from businessmen to blue-collar workers – even cashiers and store managers – all ages, races, and so on – came to my Aunt Kim’s business for a relaxing massage throughout the day. There was enough work to keep my Aunt and four other women busy taking care of all the clients. She hired me to assist her as a trainee and my first task was learning to rub these men – naked – with hot oil. It was normal to me – serving a man’s needs is part of our culture.
My first client was a middle-aged business man. I helped him out of his coat, and soon he was lying naked on the table, with just a towel over his butt. Kim rubbed oils over this man’s body and squeezed and kneaded his muscles. We were both wearing wraparound garments over white cotton panties, but when Kim got on the table to apply pressure to the man’s back muscles she slipped out of the dress and used her ample breasts as well as her hands to massage him.
While she worked, Kim showed me how to use my hands on the man. She held my wrists and directing my hands over his thighs. As we were finishing, Kim asked him if he wanted a “happy ending,” and he said yes. He rolled over on his back, and the towel was all tented up over his erection. Kim took off my wraparound garment and sent me to the other side of the table. She poured oil on my hands and guided them around the man’s penis. She let me stroke him unguided and then joined in so our four hands were moving up and down slowly around his thick cock. Every time our hands glided upward, I could tell his cock head got more sensitive. As we worked, Kim talked to him – telling him how beautiful his cock was and how it was the biggest she’d ever seen and she couldn’t wait to see it explode and how lucky his wife was to have a cock like that to enjoy. Suddenly he came, shooting large spurts into the air. My Aunt showed me how to slow my pace, stroking him more gently until we had drained all the cum from his dick. We both got a big tip before he put on his clothes and left.
I had never seen a man cum before, but by the day’s, I had seen it at least six more times. It seemed like just about every man who came for a massage wanted a “happy ending.” My Aunt showed me several other ways to bring a man to climax, and I was a quick learner. The object was to give the man pleasure for at least ten minutes. By keeping him hard and not allowing him to cum until he was truly ready – it gave them much more pleasure.
Before long, I became the main attraction at the parlor. I was young, pretty, talented – and many clients asked for me by name. The other women didn’t necessarily like that, but they also knew I was bringing in business, which gave them all more work. They eventually put me on a four-day-a-week schedule so they could make more money when I was off, and that was good for me since I had more time to watch TV and work on my English. After a year I could read English well and speak it without an accent, although I still spoke in pidgin English at work. The clients expected it.
I would strip down to a cute little thong that showed off my small curvy ass. I’d rub my oily naked tits along the man’s chest and thighs. I always wore my hair up during the massage, held in place by a single ivory chopstick. But when I started the “happy ending,” I would pull out the chopstick and allow my long black hair to tumble down. I always loved the way my client would sigh and his penis would get really hard. I’d use my oily hand to slowly squeeze and stroke his cock, using a variety of grips—overhand, underhand, ascending overhand/descending underhand, one-handed, two-handed, golf grip, and so on. I must have had at least 20 grips. I paid attention to rhythm, too – pace and beat, all adjusted to fit the client and his state of arousal. Knowing when to squeeze below the head or at the base to stop them from cumming too fast – and when to slow down and when to quicken the pace for a big finish – all of these were important skills I developed to bring in the big tips and get repeat customers.
Many of the clients wanted to touch me and I constantly got offers from men wanting to fuck me, but I was always in control and never let them cross any lines. I was even offered five-figure amounts of money for sex, but I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t a prostitute. I was simply providing them with an enjoyable and relaxing service. They enjoyed it, and frankly, I enjoyed it too. I liked having that much control over all those men – holding their cocks and balls in my hand while they begged to get off. Beautiful dicks of all sizes and shapes—black, white and yellow ones, old ones and young ones—and it was my job to hold them and stroke them until the man was ready to spew his seed, and then clean him off with a warm wet towel so he could go back to work refreshed and happy.
Yes, I really loved the work and the pay was exceptionally good, but I wanted to go to college and have a normal life. So I saved and studied, and by the time I was 20 I had enough money and enough knowledge to gain admission to a college far away from the city I had been living in. I was a good student, and I dated casually until I met Jerome.
Jerome was fascinated by my story, but he didn’t seem to know whether to believe it or not. He couldn’t imagine how someone who had played with so many cocks could still be a virgin. In the weeks that followed he enjoyed the delights of my manual experience, but try as he might, he got no closer to sticking his cock anywhere except in my hands. There were days that I would happily jerk him off four or five times – and he would love it every time.
Eventually Jerome asked me if I would service his roommate as well. I thought it was a silly request, but I really did miss the satisfaction of handling a variety of cocks and I missed the power that came in making a man wait until I was ready to release his seed onto his belly. So I started having encounters with some of Jerome’s friends that continue to this day.
At first Jerome used to sit and watch as I would strip down and jerk his friends off, but after a while he got bored with it, I think, since I would never do anything else for them. Now they usually come around when he is out. I give them a massage and a “happy ending” just for the joy of it. I really do love watching their cocks sliding through my hands, and feeling the power I have over them as I hold their balls and gently release them of their hot spunk.
Now that we are married, Jerome and I enjoy a wonderful and varied sex life. He makes me very happy. Still – there is nothing like feeling my hands slipping up and down on a straight smooth cock – or gently squeezing a large banana-shaped dick or playing with one that isn’t circumsized, so I can work the foreskin back and forth and watch the cock head get darker every time it peeks out. Sometimes it is a wonderful purple by the time I let it cum and I love the way it throbs in my hand as the cum spurts out.
One thing that Jerome doesn’t know is that I often have my own silent orgasm along with them, locking my thighs tightly and squeezing my wet pussy lips together. But that’s okay – he doesn’t have to know everything.
I’m a professional, and rather dominant woman in charge of sales. I have a crew of workers under me. I bring home a six-figure paycheck and have all the headaches that go along with it. I just want to get this info out there before I tell you about my latest fantasy. All day long, I tell people what to do – it’s just part of the job. My team reports to me, and if they do well, I get praise – and if they don’t, I suffer the wrath of my own bosses. I’m tough when I have to be – and some have even called me a hard-edged bitch – which is what being in charge requires at times.
But when I’m home, all I want is to release the reins and relax. I want my man, Vincent, to take charge of me. I want him to tell me what to do and put me in my place. Thankfully, Vincent is more than up to that challenge.
On weekends, I like best to just be Vincent’s love slave. I serve his every whim and fulfill his every sexual need. I even try to predict what he is going to want before he can formulate the idea himself. While Vincent lounges in bed, I make his favorite breakfast and deliver it on a tray. We do this regularly on Saturday and it gives us both great pleasure.
But this weekend, I decided to do something a little different. After cooking his breakfast, I stripped naked and tied on a sexy apron I found in a lingerie catalog. I took off my slippers and put on a pair of stiletto heels, the type favored by strippers. Finally, clad in my little slut apron, heels, and nothing else, I carried my husband’s breakfast to him.
Vincent sat up in bed as I entered the room. He was definitely expecting breakfast, but he wasn’t expecting me to look the way I did.
“Oh, baby,” he said as I set the tray down on the bedside table. “What’s on your mind?”
I shrugged shyly. Suddenly I was feeling a bit self-conscious. I thought Vincent would eat his breakfast and then maybe we would fuck. But apparently, Vincent had different plans.
“Come here. Let me take a look at you.”
I stepped closer to the bed and turned in a circle for him. Vincent whistled. “I love the way that string dangles between your ass cheeks,” he said. “And those ‘fuck me’ shoes are so hot!”
My face felt flushed. Vincent was inspecting me with the scrutiny with which I inspect the work of my sales team. I’m not usually on this side of this kind of thing, and that’s probably why I get so turned on by being submissive to Vincent. It is such a different sensation for me.
Breakfast was forgotten. Vincent pulled me onto the bed with him so I was on his lap, facing him. He stroked my breasts and then bent forward to suck my nipples. I was getting wet and Vincent could feel it, too, since I had no panties on and was straddling his body. I was creating a very damp spot on the crotch of his red pajama bottoms.
“Why did you decide to dress like this?” he whispered in my ear as be began to stroke my clit.
“I saw the apron in a catalog and had to have it.” I said, then added, “I couldn’t resist.”
“And the shoes?”
I couldn’t explain the shoes. I had seen them and knew I had to have them. I could never wear shoes like that to work – only at home.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” Vincent said, “so I can play with your apron ties.”
I quickly climbed into position on the bed. Vincent stripped and got behind me. He held my hips and slid his cock between my pussy lips but he didn’t enter me right away. He just got the head and shaft nice and wet. While he played with my slit, he also played with the ties on the apron, exactly as he’d described. He arranged the strings to fall between my ass cheeks. It ticked and I squirmed a little. But Vincent kept up what he was doing. Then he parted my cheeks and let the apron strings tease my exposed ass hole. I began to tremble with anticipation. I love when Vincent plays with my asshole. The extra stimulation always makes me cum harder and more intensely.
When I began moaning, desperate for more attention, Vincent thrust his stiff cock into my aching pussy in one hard and fast stroke – sealing his body to mine. My cunt muscles began to tremble and squeeze his cock and even then, I wanted more. I wanted him to pound me deep and hard, but Vincent would not.
Instead, he just lifted the strings and danced the tips over my sensitive asshole. I could feel my hole clenching and unclenching involuntarily. I was helpless and I think Vincent liked the way my pussy was tightening on his thick dick, too. He continued to tease and torment me – not really fucking me – just messing with me as he heated my desire up ot the boiling point. My outfit definitely seemed to bring out a new side of Vincent.
“You like that, don’t you?” he teased. I wanted to say that I did, but that I wanted him to fuck me, but I knew better. If I tried to rush him, he’d just slow down further. He doesn’t give me what I want when I ask. He always makes me wait. He continued to tease, “Why do you like having your asshole played with?”
I was glad he was fucking me from behind so he could not see my face. Talking like this is always makes me blush. “It just feels naughty,” I admitted. I hoped that was enough of a confession for him.
“It is definitely naughty,” Vincent agreed. He gently parted my ass cheeks and spread me open. This was definitely not going the way I had expected. I’d dreamed about simply being fucked in the apron but now it looked more and more as if things were going to get anal. Vincent began to trace his thumb over my asshole. Then he asked, “Where’s the lube?”
I pointed to the bedside table and he reached over me to grab the bottle out of the drawer. Quickly, he lubed up my asshole, taking extra time to slip a finger inside of me – opening me as he gave me a little fucking with the tip. I moaned and pressed my face into the mattress, raising my hips up for him. Then Vincent started to thrust into my pussy, but I knew he wasn’t doing that to get me off. He was just lubing his cock up with my cunt juices.
Vincent pulled out and flipped me over, surprising me. On my back, I looked up at him. He slung my legs over his shoulders and parted my ass cheeks once more. We’d never had anal sex in this position before. I was totally excited but also filled with embarrassment that he was looking directly at me as he speared me with the head of his cock and buried it deep in my well-lubed asshole.
“Your shoes are so sexy,” Vincent told me as he moved my legs so he could admire my heels while he fucked me. “Between those shoes and the apron – I’m undone. I want you to wear this outfit all weekend. That’s it – just the apron, heels, and nothing else.”
He was rocking in and out of me now, fucking my ass as hard and fast as he does my cunt. But he did let one hand slip down to my clit and he began to pinch and stroke it in rhythm to his thrusts. I soon realized that I was holding my breath. I’d inhale, but then I would forget to exhale for several seconds. Soon, I was panting. My pleasure was building. The feeling of having my ass filled and my clit stroked was taking me higher and higher the that volcanic orgasm I knew was coming.
Vincent told me, “I am going to fuck you repeatedly this weekend. After this, we will go shower off, and then I’m going to eat your cunt while I fuck your mouth. Then I’ll fuck you outside on the deck. By Monday, you will be lost in a haze of lust.”
I already was. I started cumming right as Vincent thrust hard and filled my ass with his semen. I waited while he gently slid out of me, removed my shoes untied my apron. We went to the bathroom together to take a shower, and the whole time I thought of Vincent’s promises. I had started out intending to surprise him, but he’d turned things around on me – just like any good Master will do.
In our world, there are many things that are never questioned, because the answers are already there, deep in our minds and in the depths of our hearts. When you know those answers, there is nothing that a committed person won’t do to make sure that their lover is happy. Such is the case in my current relationship. Oh, you don’t wanna hear about all the mushy stuff? You want me to get right to the good parts? Well, if you insist!
When you walk into our house, you see the same things that are in every other house in America. It’s a cute, little abode with quaint furnishings. The same everyday paintings hang on the wall, along with a hall full of family and school portraits. We have a loveseat and a couch like everyone else, and an old TV. Yet, there is a secret that many don’t know about. A secret that many could only dream of, one that releases all bounds of insecurity and allows only instinctual behaviors—one based on lust.
Walking into our bedroom may startle you. There are pictures of women bound and gagged hanging on our walls, sex toys laying about, and instruments for enhancing pleasure and pain hanging from our ceiling and headboard. The story that I am about to tell you involves some of those instruments.
When people enter our bedroom, some notice only the pictures on the wall or the nifty handcuffs on the dresser. However, some are more observant and notice the headboard. The headboard? you ask. What the hell is so special about a headboard?
Well, from this headboard hangs quite an interesting piece of rope, tied in a very interesting knot. Don’t ask me what kind of knot it is, that’s my husband’s job to know. But as you follow the rope, it leads up to a bar attached to the ceiling. The rope goes over the bar, and hangs down. The rope is then tied around a special lady’s wrists and pulled at the opposite end to raise her hands up over her head and even sometimes stand her up. The knot is then fastened at the headboard. At this point, my husband may do whatever he wants to his willing captive, because she’s been rendered helpless.
One night, we decided to play with the aforementioned “instrument.” He instructed that I get on the bed and kneel. He then blindfolded me, lifted my hands over my head, and then I felt the rope. Oh, boy—the rope! Excitement overwhelmed me. Bondage is my favorite type of play. However, he didn’t raise me to my feet. He left me on my knees, with my arms in the air and my legs apart slightly.
At that very moment, I felt the gentle touch of a woman’s hand caressing my breast. I thought, Wow, this is gonna be a good night!
The woman started kissing me, and at the same time, I felt the stinging kiss of my master’s crop on my back. All right, I thought. Playtime at its fullest. My mystery lover then lay on her back with her face between my thighs. I could feel her breath on my pussy. But before long, it wasn’t only her breath I felt; I also felt her tongue on my clit. She began licking my button, and as I moaned, the crop landed again—but this time, with extra force. The two of them working me together was such an arousing scene, one that I can say I have never experienced before. I still had no idea who this woman was. I then heard him loosening the rope at the headboard. I wondered what was going on, but I remained silent. I then felt my husband’s gentle hand urge me forward. Ah, there it was! I was now lying on top of this woman as she was still licking my pussy. I started to return the favor. Then I felt him run the crop down my back, to remind me that even though I couldn’t see him, he was still there. He then slapped the crop against my ass two or three times, almost enough to make me come.
While my mouth explored her slit, her tongue was attacking my clit. Soon I felt his tongue join hers on my pussy. “Oh, my God,” I moaned. His tongue playfully roamed along my asscrack, and I couldn’t contain my desire. I wanted to come so badly, but it wasn’t time. I couldn’t help but wonder when he would give me permission to climax. But I couldn’t focus on that now; I needed to focus on the effect their attention was having on my body.
I quivered with every flick of her tongue and every lash of his crop. Finally, he filled my aching pussy. His cock was rock-hard, and he slowly entered my cunt. As the woman kept licking my clit, he was sliding himself in and out of me and tugging on my hair. I started begging him, “Please, Master, let me come.”
He made me wait, as always, drawing out my pleasure.
My husband eventually dismissed the woman from the room. In seconds, he’d removed the blindfold and released me from the rope, looking deep in my eyes. He grabbed me by my hair and whispered one little word as he flicked the fingers of his free hand against my clit. That one word—come—sent me into the orgasm from heaven. It was the most amazing experience ever.
Charles and I have always enjoyed a deliciously satisfying sex life. When we first met during college, were quite active sexually – two to three times a day every day. After marriage and children, life slowed us down to what we figured was a more normal, grown-up pace.
A few years ago, though, we started to spice up our sex life by adding good friends to our fun. We weren’t exactly sure how to do this – so we discussed our options. We thought about online swinger sites and sex clubs, but the thought of going to a sex club both intrigued and scared us. We decided to start out by posting a profile on one of the more popular swingers sites.
We found some experiences that were amazing and some that were not, but our eyes were definitely opened to the joys of swinging and swapping. But last night, we had an experience that was absolutely over the top and fulfilled a huge fantasy – sex with strangers!
Charles bought some furniture, totally out of the norm for him. But he found a beautiful new sofa and loveseat and had them delivered. We spent time rearranging three rooms on two floors of our home. When we were finished, I noticed a small rip in the fabric of the new sofa. Unhappy, Charles soon had the store on the phone. They agreed to send someone out, although they said it would probably not be until later that evening.
We had just finished dinner and seen our daughter off to her friend’s house for a sleepover when our doorbell rang. Charles greeted our guests as I topped off my glass of brandy.
I heard Charles say, “The sofa is here in the family room.”
I went to greet our guests. They were standing in our family room – the most attractive couple I had ever seen. Charles introduced me to Samuel and Lynette. Samuel stood tall, right at six feet or so, and he was very muscular with broad shoulders and a nice trim tummy under his dress shirt and slacks. Lynette was also tall, about five feet nine, and she had the most gorgeous body. The form-fitting clothing she wore – a tight sweater and matching skirt, really emphasized her curves. Both were blonde with thick wavy hair and vibrantly blue eyes. This was not at all what I’d expected.
Charles and Lynette began talking about the furniture and Samuel joined me in the kitchen. We casually leaned against the center island and chatted. I learned that Samuel and Lynette were from Wales and that they owned the furniture store. They took pride in their customer service approach, which was to get directly involved whenever a problem came up.
I found it easy to lose myself in Samuel’s amazing blue eyes. I blushed when he asked if I was feeling okay – embarrassed to realize that my attraction was so obvious. I could not believe my bold response, either, when I cam right out and said, “I’m sorry Samuel. I just got lost in your beautiful eyes.”
I was stunned, unable to believe I’d really said something so bold. Our recent sexual experiences had made me much more direct and comfortable with strangers. I was even more stunned when Samuel touched my hand and told me, “Thank you Lisa. I find your eyes just as beautiful – and the rest of you, as well.”
Charles and Lynette had come up with a plan for repairing the furniture. They joined us in the kitchen and I realized that our night might end sooner than I wanted. Thinking quickly, I told them both how much I appreciated their customer service and then asked them to join us for a drink. I was very happy when they accepted. We spent an hour or so enjoying a wonderful conversation while passing around some flirty wine that encouraged even flirtier behavior between the four of us. I returned to the kitchen for another bottle – and Samuel followed me.
I felt him behind me. Suddenly, his hands went to my waist and he pulled me back against him. I felt his hard cock against my ass. I turned to face him but was concerned about how Charles’s might react to this. However, I saw that Lynette and Charles were busy enjoying a very passionate kiss. As soon as I knew that Charles was open for a night of festivities, I relaxed, looked at Samuel, and allowed myself to get lost in those blue eyes once again. This time, he leaned forward for our first kiss and I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. I ran my hands up and down his body, feeling his muscular frame. He held me in his arms and began to caress my ass. I massaged his shoulders and ran my fingers through his thick blonde hair. My hands moved to his chest and I began to unbutton his shirt. I could feel his hard cock against me and couldn’t wait to explore every inch of his body.
As we shed our clothing in the kitchen, the same thing was happening in the family room. Our house rang with soft moans as we all experienced each other for the first time. Swinging and swapping had allowed us to enjoy that “first-time” feeling over and over again. It is so incredibly delicious and gave us an absolute intoxicating and addicting high!
I stood before Samuel in a red bra and panty lingerie set. He stood before me in a pair of briefs.
“Lisa, you are so beautiful and sexy. I need to see more, to touch you, to taste you, to make love to you.” His words were as hypnotizing to me as his muscular physique.
“Please . . .” was all I could say as I reached down to stroke his cock through his briefs which were as damp as my lace panties.
Samuel slid aside the material of my bra, exposing my nipples. He rolled them and played with them before sucking one and then the other into his mouth. I tossed my head back and moaned as he pleased me. I took a firmer grasp of his cock and he pressed one hand against my wet pussy. Soon his expert fingers had exposed my cunt to him. He slid one finger – then a second one, into my tight, wet tunnel. I bit my lower lip and moaned.
“Mmm . . . so wet baby . . . you feel so good, so tight,” Samuel sighed.
I glanced into the family room and saw Lynette kneeling in front of Charles. He was naked and reclined on the sofa. I could see the perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I was crazy with the need to suck on Samuel that way. I pushed him back against the island and knelt at his feet. Gently massaging and kissing his balls as I tickled his thighs with my nails, I finally opened my mouth to suck the length of his cock into my mouth and throat.
“Fuck . . . Oh, gawd . . . That is so good!”
I stroked his cock and he laced his fingers in my hair, helping to set my pace. I glanced toward the moans in the other room. As Samuel fucked my face with his thick dick, I saw Lynette straddling Charles on the sofa. She lowered herself onto his hard cock and they both cried out with pleasure.
“Fuck me Samuel,” I begged. “Please fuck me!”
Samuel pulled me to my feet and leaned me across the island on my stomach. From this angle, I had a perfect view of Lynette fucking my husband, and all indications that they would both explode soon.
I didn’t say another word as Samuel plunged his cock into my wet pussy. I lifted my left leg onto the island so he could plunge deeper inside my cunt. Fueled by the sight and sounds Charles and Lynette were making, Samuel fucked me hard, plunging deeper with every stroke. It felt as if his cock grew larger with every thrust. I reached down and stroked my clit. The combination of watching Samuel’s wife fuck my husband, his huge dick deep in my cunt, and my finger circling my clit was leading me to an intense orgasm.
“I am going to cum Samuel. Fuck me hard! Here I cum!”
The waves of intense pleasure washed over my body as my first orgasm rolled through me. My cunt clutched his cock, pulsing around it. He continued to pound me – his strokes continuing. I was overtaken by a second orgasm as he yelled out that he was cumming. His cock filled my cunt with shot after shot of hot sperm – he just kept cumming until he was spent. We stayed linked together and watched Charles and Lynette slowing down from their orgasms.
I thought then that the night might be over, but it had only just begun. The next thing I knew, the island was cleared and Samuel had lifted me onto the cold quartz counter top. Lynette was in the room, coming closer to me and saying something about dessert. Suddenly, she pulled me close to the edge of the counter, spread my thighs, and began to feast on her husband’s cum as it seeped from my body.
I was so entranced with the amazingly beautiful Italian countryside that I didn’t realize how late it was getting. I pulled my rental car off the road and checked my guidebook for the nearest villa or bed-and-breakfast. There was one nearby, and I soon found the sign, in front of a very beautiful, quaint, and obviously well maintained house and farm buildings.
The door was opened by a beautiful young woman in her mid twenties. She was wearing jeans, a loose-fitting work shirt and slippers. If anything, her outfit accentuated her fresh, country look of short brown hair, dark friendly eyes and a welcoming smile.
As she spoke, I was enchanted by her full, lush lips. They were were red and moist without the benefit of makeup. Thankfully, she spoke some English, so it didn’t take too long to arrange the rental of a room on the second floor of the main house. The room was very clean, and I was grateful to find modern plumbing. On hearing that I had not had supper, she asked me to join her.
I learned that Francesca had never married and with only some occasional part-time help, ran her family’s 500-year-old farm and vineyard by herself.
After dinner, I helped her wash dishes. She was delighted and surprised. Then I went to my room so she could get her rest since she had to be up early to do chores.
The next day at breakfast, she was angry. The man who was supposed to help her that day couldn’t come to work. I offered to take his place. The day was hot and as the heat intensified, I took my shirt off. I hoped Francesca would not be offended. She didn’t seem to mind. I keep myself in fit condition with regular workouts. My waist is trim and my muscles are hard. Occasionally, I noticed Francesca watching me, but she didn’t seem displeased.
After our dinner that evening, she said she had a headache and headed to her room early. I stayed downstairs reading a book. I heard her in the kitchen later and glanced up from my reading. I almost dropped my book when I saw her.
Francesca was wearing a full-length purple satin gown and matching robe. She looked incredible. My cock hardened as I watched her move about the kitchen. The satin gown emphasized her her firm breasts, followed the tantalizing curves of her slender waist and hips, and outlined her long shapely legs. The thigh-length split in her nightgown gave me delicious peeks of her supple thigh. When she saw me watching her, she blushed and turned to return upstairs, but in her rush, she tripped on a stool and turned her ankle.
I hurried to her side. She couldn’t walk without help so I offered to carry her upstairs. She hesitated a moment, and then agreed, allowing me to lift her up and take her up the stairs. The lustrous material of her robe and gown caressed my bare arms and caused my already-hard cock to strain against my pants.
As we entered her bedroom, I felt like the whole world was transformed. In contrast to the rest of the house and farm, this place was completely luxurious and erotic. Satin and lace was everywhere. The window curtains were pleated satin, her dressing table was covered in lace, her sheets and pillowcases were soft green satin, and the bedspread was satin and lace. I glanced into her open wardrobe and saw many satin and lace dresses and nighties in different shades and lengths.
I carefully walked across the beautiful, erotically feminine room and carefully laid Francesca down on her double bed. She noted my surprise and interest in her room and explained to me that satin and lace were such a sensuous contrast to the often rough work clothing she had to wear every day. It was her way of rewarding herself and some days she could barely wait for the evenings.
I sympathized and understood her desire to wear soft fabrics like silks, satins, and laces. I admitted that I love to see women in soft, sensuous materials. However, I also wanted to admit to her that I love to wear satin and silk myself, but I hesitated. Although I prefer to wear women’s satin underclothes and sleepwear and love to feel the softness caressing my hard muscular body, I didn’t want her to think badly of me. I do love to feel my cock become rigid as I smooth the silky material over my chest and down over my stomach, though. I to press the silk between my thighs, while my hard cock throbs against the soft and slippery fabric.
Just thinking about it caused my cock to twitch in my pants, and Francesca noticed.
When she realized how turned on I was by her secret satin and lace world, she slipped out of bed and turned on the overhead light, flooding the room in a warm glow that was only slightly brighter than the light from her table lamp. Apparently, her ankle had miraculously healed, and I realized that her “accident” had been designed exclusively to get me to her room.
While I was wondering what she had up her sleeve, she took my hand and led me over to a series of framed drawings on her wall. I was surprised to see that each sketch showed a very fit and muscular man in various poses. Each one was wearing a different piece of lingerie or sleepwear made of satin or lace.
She saw how excited I was as I looked at her artwork, and then wistfully admitted to me that she would love to have photographs of men in similar outfits and poses. She looked at me rather shyly and then softly asked if I would consider posing for her. She added the tantalizing compliment that that I was incredibly well built – better than any of the guys in her drawings – and a lot better-looking.
There was no way I could resist such a request, especially when she began unbuttoning my shirt. The thought of posing in her lingerie in front of her was a total turn on – almost more than I could handle.
She took my shirt off and my chest, shoulders, and arms. Then she walked over to a drawer and pulled out the sexiest pair of satin panties I had ever seen. Smooth and seamless, they had lace around the legs and waist. She handed them to me and sent me to her bathroom to change while she set up her camera equipment.
My legs were trembling. I stripped off the rest of my clothing and slowly pulled those beautiful, sensuous satin panties up my legs and over my throbbing hard cock. I was so turned on from the feel of them that I almost came. I smoothed the material over my firm buttocks and then settled my rock-hard rod into place through the silky panties.
Returning to Francesca’s bedroom, I saw that she had laid out satin, silk, and lace gowns and lingerie of all varieties. She picked out a floor-length gown of exquisite emerald green lace and she carefully helped me put it on, smoothing and caressing the material until my skin tingled with pleasure. When she stroked my hard cock, I heard her gasp. She let the gown flow down over my hips to my ankles.
She asked me to caress myself and move around so the hem of the nightgown would swirl around my legs. I didn’t need to be told twice. I let myself move and really enjoyed myself, just as I have done in front of motel room mirrors when I was alone on business trips. I could hear her camera clicking as I moved, and had to focus at times on not cumming when the sensuous material caressed my flushed skin.
I posed in many things that night – teddies, baby dolls, short gowns and pajamas. I flexed my muscles to show the contrast between the soft, feminine clothing and the strong, muscular man wearing them. Francesca shot close-ups of the nightie over my thighs and the lace around the bodice – against my hairy chest.
I knew if this kept up much more, I was going to cum for sure. But then I realized that Francesca was also incredibly turned on. Her hands trembled and she finally had to put down her camera.
I changed into a nightgown similar to the one she wore and walked over to her. Suddenly, Francesca was in my arms, pressed close against me. Our lips met and tongues explored each other’s mouth. We caressed, stroked, and explored each other. We finally fell onto her bed and rolled together with the gowns and sheets adding to our lust. Suddenly my orgasm exploded and soaked the panties and our nightgowns.
We cuddled for a short time until my erection returned. Now I could take my time to make love to this incredible woman the right way. We had the whole night ahead of us – to fuck and taste and get completely lost in each other and to try on all the rest of the sexy items in her wardrobe.
To help us remember our incredible night of passion, Francesca set up the camera so that it took pictures of us at timed intervals. The lens caught us as we dressed and undressed each other. There were also incredible close ups of our lovemaking – in amazingly explicit shots.
Now I’m home, writing this letter and I’m looking through the photos in front of me while my cock pulses against the satin fabric of the panties Francesca gave me.
What was to become my obsession began with simple black lettering on a wall. The store had just opened, and I’d walked by many times before seeing the words “Retro Hosiery and Lingerie Parlour” written in old-fashioned lettering. I mostly wear pantyhose, if I cover my legs at all. But images of thigh-high seamed stockings and garter belts popped into my mind and within moments, my panties were drenched as I became incredibly aroused.
I was intrigued and had to go inside. I entered and walked around admiring racks and shelves overflowing with teddies, nightgowns and negligees. I stopped when I encountered a collection of garter belts. From that I pulled out a sexy red-lace item that caught my eye. As I flipped through a display of vintage stockings still in their packages, I heard a sexy male voice behind me.
“Those are decent, but the really nice items are in these drawers.” I turned and a tall man with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes reached past me to pull on one of the knobs. When the drawer opened, I couldn’t help but cry out. Inside, an assortment of nylons and silks were arranged in a variety of colors and patterns. They were breathtakingly beautiful. Before I could say a word, he reached for a pair that had been rolled into a small cylinder, handed them to me with a smile, and told me, “Go ahead—try them on.” I looked at him with uncertainty.
Seeing my look, he assured me, “It’s my store. There’s nothing I like better than to see a gorgeous woman wearing a pair of my stockings.” My pussy got even juicier, I admit. Even my clit was throbbing. I was incredibly turned on by the prospect of wearing these garments – particularly for such a handsome stranger. I swallowed and nodded. He led me to a fitting room. I slipped off my shoes and raised my skirt up over my hips before slipping off my panties. I may have been new at this, but I did know they went on over the garter belt. I fastened the belt at my stomach and spun it so the clasps were in back before adjusting the straps.
Looking in the mirror, I liked what I was seeing so far: an expanse of black lace spanned my waist with two elasticized bands hanging down, each with little rubber buckles at the ends. Turning around, I saw two more bands, these bisecting the mounds of my ass. Although there wasn’t anyone special in my life right then, I knew that if there were, this look would make him instantly erect.
The store owner interrupted my daydreaming. “Do you need anything?” he asked. I told him the garter was perfect, and I’d let him know how I was doing after I’d tried on the stockings. As he headed back to the front of the shop, he added. “Let me know when you’re done. I want to make sure they fit correctly. And by the way, my name’s Philip.”
It was time to put on the stockings. In the dressing chamber was a small chair. I sat down and carefully unrolled the stockings. The vintage hose Philip had picked for me were nude, and it was easy to see from the fine knit that they had been expensive even when they were first produced. The reinforced toe and heel were a darker shade. When I pulled on the stocking, I almost couldn’t see my dark red nail polish at all through the tan mesh. The shape of the foot conformed to my own perfectly, and as I pulled the stocking up, I was careful to make certain that the seam ran straight up the back of my leg. When it was up to my knee, I slipped the second stocking on, repeating the process.
My breathing was heavy as I stood up and attached the tops of the stockings to the fasteners. I started to put my panties back on, but feeling rather bold all of a sudden, I stopped myself. Instead, I smoothed down my skirt, slipped my heels on and opened the fitting-room door. There was a three-way mirror outside the dressing room and when Philip heard me walking toward it, he joined me. I turned, admiring myself from all angles. I was aware of him sizing me up, as well. When I saw his lusty gaze, I stopped and held my breath, waiting for him to speak.
Finally he sighed and murmured, “Beautiful.” I let out a sigh of relief and my arousal arose within me. I desperately wanted to change my clothing, pay Philip, and get home where I could give myself some relief. I was already enjoying fantasies about wearing nothing but my new garments and spending some quality time with my favorite vibrator. It never occurred to me that there might be another choice.
Nearby was a fancy step stool. Philip motioned me toward it and said, “Step up so I can get a really good look at you.” I was now totally under his spell, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped up. Philip knelt so that he was eye-level with my legs. For a few moments, he simply devoured the stockings with his eyes, but then he started to run his fingers over my nylon-covered calves.
A shiver ran through me. Sensing my reaction, Philip looked up to see if he had gone too far. When he saw my flushed face, half-closed eyes and the way my teeth were biting my bottom lip, he knew I was enjoying it. I gave him a little nod to let him know I wanted him to continue. He trailed his fingers up until he reached the tops of the stockings.
For just a moment, Philip slipped his fingers under the clingy nylon, and then played them over the elastic hanging down from the garter belt. Then he roamed even higher up the inside of one thigh. Fresh juices flowed from my pussy and suddenly I remembered that my panties were still in the dressing room. I closed my thighs, but not before Philip’s fingers had detected my arousal. I was self-conscious, and afraid he would pull away. He did – but it wasn’t out of discomfort or disgust. Rather, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them – enjoying the taste of me.
That turned me on even more. I relaxed my legs and when he urged me to, I parted them further. He moved his hands over my hips and pushed my skirt up, exposing my pussy. He ran his thumbs over my outer lips, making my body tremble. Then he parted them, leaned forward, and put his mouth on me.
Philip licked my sensitive skin, holding my thighs tightly. He began running his fingers over my legs, skimming the stockings and tracing the slightly raised back seams. His tongue movements seemed to intensify the more he enjoyed the feel of my stockings, and his excitement was both palpable and infectious. My own arousal built as he led me closer to an orgasm and it was happening much more quickly than normal. I began thrusting against his mouth.
His tongue darted in and out of my folds and eventually found its way into my dripping hole. Grasping me firmly near my stocking tops, his fingers threaded beneath the garter straps. His mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked it. I responded with a shuddering sigh and loudly gasped and moaned as my energy escaped through my orgasm. He held me tightly to keep me from collapsing, but it didn’t work and I lost control of my legs for a moment. He caught me in his arms and carried me to a back room.
He lowered me to a couch back there and I lay watching him strip. My skirt was still up around my waist and my eyes widened when he pulled his pants down and his big, hard cock sprang up. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip, and I took his cock in my hand, and licked off the salty pearl with my tongue. He groaned and maneuvered me onto my back so he could kneel between my spread thighs.
His erection was so huge and I waited for him to move closer to my aching pussy. But first, he raised my right leg and brought my stocking-clad foot to his face. He gently rubbed his lips against the bottom of my foot. Placing it on his shoulder, he then did the same with my other foot. Finally, with a hand on each of my nylon-encased thighs, he leaned forward and brought his cock to my cunt.
The head parted my outer labia and then slid within the inner folds. I felt the rest of his length enter me until he was buried balls deep. He rested there a moment, stroking my stocking-clad skin as his shaft pulsed inside me. Then he slowly withdrew from my pussy until only the head remained inside my hole – and then he penetrated deeply again. He filled me faster this time and kissed me hard as he hit rock bottom. His tongue slipped between my teeth, and I sucked it hungrily as he began pumping his hips rhythmically.
Phillip never let go of my legs as he fucked me. He was always either holding by ankles or running his fingers over the delicate fabric covering my calves and thighs. Sometimes he would pluck at the elastic straps of my garter belt and I found the sensation of them snapping against my skin to be very arousing. Soon, I was ready to burst with another orgasm.
My cunt clenched around his shaft as I came again, but if he noticed, he didn’t show it. He just continued plowing into me. Then I felt his shaft throb, and I knew that he was on the brink. A groan rose from deep in his throat, and he fucking me harder. That sound triggered something inside me, and as my cunt shuddered harder around his girth as my body trembled with another intense orgasm. I came so hard, my feet slipped from his shoulders. But Phillip wasn’t going to let that happen, and he grabbed my ankles and raised my feet high into the air.
My toes pointed to the ceiling as he drove into me one last time, emptying his seed inside me. He filled me with so much cream that it dripped down the crack of my ass. Then he slumped forward, unable to support his own weight.
Gingerly, I lowered my legs as Phillip struggled to catch his breath. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but I assumed that he’d take charge when he was ready, just as he had up until then. I was right. He kissed me. Then he slid his cock out of me before asking if he could see me again that Saturday. But it didn’t sound like a question so much as a statement of fact. I agreed, which I would have done anyway. We got up and I made myself presentable to leave. When I reached for my wallet to pay him for the stockings and garter belt, he gave me a dismissive wave, and said, “My pleasure.” Then he walked me to the door.
Since we’d met on a Thursday, I didn’t have to wait very long before seeing him again. I was excited and dressed carefully for our date, wearing a tight black dress that was short enough to show off the tops of my thigh-highs. It was the same pair he’d given me. I had considered buying new ones but was concerned that they wouldn’t be up to his standards.
Philip arrived on time and brought along a bouquet of Peruvian lilies, a bottle of Chablis, and he had a bag slung over one shoulder. “I was hoping we might stay in,” he said as I invited him in. He opened the wine as I put the flowers in water and brought out two glasses, which we took into the living room after he filled them.
I headed to the kitchen for cheese and crackers and heard him murmur his approval at my seams. I had been meticulous in making sure they were straight, parallel lines up the backs of my calves and thighs. I knew he could also see about an inch of the tops and the straps that held them up. I hoped the sight was getting his cock hard again. My pussy was already wet. What he couldn’t yet see was that, once again, I wasn’t wearing any panties under my skirt.
Upon returning, I sat down next to Phillip and he ran his fingertips over my stocking-clad thigh. I sipped at my wine, enjoying his touch. He leaned forward, nuzzled my ear and whispered, “You’re so fucking hot.” My nipples hardened at his words, and I put my hand on his knee. I yearned to trail it up until I reached his thick cock.
Before I went any further, however, Philip reached into his bag and pulled out a number of medium-size cards covered with plastic. My heart and pussy began to pulse as he spread them across the coffee table. I almost came when he asked, “How about a fashion show?”
He put his hand on my thigh and stroked up to the clip that connected the garter to the stocking. He disengaged it and I placed my foot on the coffee table so he could do the same to the other side. He caressed my bare flesh and then hooked his thumbs under the stockings and pulled them off. My breath caught in my throat as he slipped off my pumps before pulling the fine fabric from my legs, and I moaned softly when he carefully slipped the fitted foot from my heel and toes.
As I waited for him to pick out my next pair of stockings, I spread my legs a little, enjoying the cool breeze from the air-conditioning on my hot pussy. I watched as Philip opened a packet and pulled out two wisps of black gossamer. He handed them to me for inspection.
He took one from me and moved to the floor to hold one of my feet. He kissed each of my toes and then ran his tongue from my heel to the ball of my foot. Slowly, savoring every moment, he pulled the reinforced toes of the stocking over my foot. I loved how snug they felt. He gave another tug, and the heel conformed to mine. Then he pulled the silky material up over the lower part of my leg and my cunt pulsed as he got closer to it. My breathing sped up as he fastened the stocking to the garter.
He dressed my other leg with the same attention to detail and then asked me to stand for him. I turned around as he directed, and he ran his lips up each leg as he straightened the seams so they were perfect. I wondered if he had noticed yet that I wasn’t wearing panties, but he didn’t give me any sign if he did. As the moments passed, I grew more desperate for his cock. But his attention remained focused on my legs as he brushed his fingers and lips over the silky nylon.
I threaded my fingers through Philip’s wavy blonde hair, resisting the desire to pull his mouth flush with my cunt. My clit was hard and pounding like crazy. I was considering rubbing it myself when he finally rose and helped me out of my dress. Then he quickly removed his own clothing. Soon the only garments remaining on either of us were the garter around my waist and the silky hose that covered my legs.
I spread my thighs so he could get between them, but he had other things on his mind. He laid on his back and beckoned me to straddle him, but before I could impale my cunt on his erection, he spun me around so we were head to feet. My mouth watered when I realized he was looking for some 69 fun. I settled my cunt down on his face and gasped when his tongue slipped into my slit. I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock while he licked my pussy with his tongue.
As Philip slurped at my cunt, he stroked my calves and thighs. He reached down to massage the soles of my feet and I could feel him tracing the raised seams of my stockings as I drew his cock deeper into my mouth. In and out I brought it, dragging my lips over his shaft until I reached the ridge beneath his knob. Philip sucked my clit and plucked the elastic straps that hung from my garter belt.
I pictured how I looked as I pressed my cunt to his face, my thighs pressing against his ears and, right below, the dark black bands of my stocking tops. Even lower was the lighter shade of the stockings my partner was luxuriating in, so sheer that they almost looked gray. Just picturing the image turned me on and I grabbed his cock at the base and held it tightly while sucking and licking even harder. Phillip responded by licking my sensitive button even harder.
I rose up, and for a brief moment Philip’s hands weren’t connected to my stockings in some way. He grabbed my ass to keep me on top of him, and never missed a beat as I came, my cunt pouring juices down his throat. I kept sucking him as I came, and when I reached up and gave his balls a squeeze, he grunted against my pussy and blew his load into my mouth.
The first hot blast filled my mouth and the next went right down my throat. I kept sucking, ravenous for his seed. He filled me up thoroughly while he continued to lick my trembling cunt. Gradually, he licked me more gently and my body slowly relaxed and stopped trembling. I was no longer gasping around his prick.
I released his cock from my mouth and he placed one last kiss on my clit before helping me slide off him. I sat up on the couch, my legs slung across his lap. He stroked my legs for a moment, and then he reached for another pair of stockings.
Since that day I have been his model and his girlfriend. And it’s all because of those few simple words written in black script on the wall of his shop.
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Professional dominatrix. I write as a hobby. You'll be wishing you were under my boot after each and every story of mine you devour.
Young woman who writes erotica as a way of exploring some of her deepest and most secret fantasies in a way that is safe and anonymous. Welcome to my naughty side!
Donna the Naughty Housewife
Married for 8 years to a wonderful man - there's some sexual fantasies I have that I haven't explored with my husband. I'm horny all the time - some of the raunchier stuff I can't imagine sharing with my hubby, I publish here!