I live a different type of lifestyle and really, truly love it. When I say different, I mean it’s different for the circles that I usually hang around in, probably not so much for Penthouse Letters readers! It’s your magazine that has inspired me to try many of the things I do sexually.
I am a submissive woman. I love the feeling I get when a man or woman takes complete control of me. Oh yeah, I’m bisexual too. On the outside I am very professional, detail-oriented. I wear business suits and conduct meetings with many people in any given week. My coworkers and friends would be shocked if they knew my dirty little secret. But I keep that part of me to me!
I accidentally found myself on a website that catered to fetishes and kinky play. There had been one of those annoying pop-ups, which I hit by accident! I was trying to get it off my screen but hit the wrong button and ended up entering a door—or chamber, as the site called it.
Suddenly I heard this sexy, whispery voice of a woman who was whimpering as she said, “Yes, master, I will obey.”
The screen was dark at first, but after a while images started to appear. I saw a gorgeous woman on her knees. In front of her was a strikingly handsome man, and I saw that his dick, which was practically thrust in the young lady’s face, was huge. The situation piqued my interest, and suddenly I forgot about trying to rid my screen of this unwanted online intrusion and instead found myself watching expectantly.
The man spoke in a commanding voice. “Suck your master’s cock. Take it deep in your throat. Do not use your hands.”
Now, I love the domination letters your magazine provides. As I said, it was your magazine that first made me think about dabbling in this world. I also have quite a collection of your Variations books too. They hit the spot!
Anyway, while I was watching the girl on the screen attempt to take the man’s monster down her throat, I suddenly became powerfully aware of the wetness between my thighs. And immediately my hands went to my pussy!
Just as the girl was leaning in to take the man’s dick, a thwack was heard, and the girl jumped a bit. “You still need a lesson in following orders, I see,” the man said. “Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
Thwack! Another swat of the paddle the man was holding came down on the girl’s butt. This time she moaned, and her body looked as though it had goose bumps.
“Please forgive me, master,” the girl managed to say. “Let me try again. I can do it right. Please, master, may I suck your cock?”
He said, “That’s better. Now suck it well, or your punishment will be quick!”
As soon as the girl took the purple head in her mouth, a screen came up saying that if I wanted to see how Giselle and Stax’s story ends, I should subscribe! Well, the throbbing of my clit and the wet spot on my chair were all the convincing I needed! Out came my credit card, and on went Giselle, performing an all-out no-hands suckjob on her master’s tool.
The whole scene was just too much for me! I was rubbing my pussy so hard, I might have started a fire if it hadn’t been so damn wet down there. I came in torrents, as Giselle not only sucked him to orgasm but swallowed his whole load.
He had her on her knees on a giant round table yelling at her to spread her ass cheeks so he could eat her ass out. She complied, and I found myself envious of her. I wanted to be Giselle!
Once their story ended, my reckoning began. This was the “me” I was beginning to realize I wanted to be sexually. This is what made me hot and horny. I began to understand that I wanted to be dominated. I wanted to be taken by a confident lover and made to do what he told me to do.
Once that understanding was reached, it was easy from there. I joined all the sites that catered to my hunger. From there I made it to parties and clubs where I met people just like me. I set up “appointments” with men I found enticing. And once I entered this world, I knew there was no going back. I love it all!
So by day I’m a corporate executive with the wonderful job and great friends, but at night I’m the freak I always wanted to be, getting her rocks off when I’m told what I can and cannot do, and getting laid in the process! I wouldn’t trade my life for anything. Oh, and I’ve done some videos with some of my masters. It’s a giant turn-on for me when I play the videos back. When I watch them, I find myself all hot and bothered again. Sometimes I have to reach out to one of my masters to put out my fire.
Thanks for the forum to share my story, and thanks for allowing your readers to share their tales as well. If it wasn’t for my introduction to this genre on your pages, I don’t know that this world would have opened up to me, or that I would be as happy in my life as I am!
—E.T., Malibu, California
My name is Jacob, and I am a master. I find obedient women who want to be submissive and make their fantasies come true. There is nothing like the rush I get when I have a sexy woman on her knees sucking my cock, begging me to fuck her. She looks up into my eyes pleadingly while her spit covers my rocklike love stick. It’s awesome.
I got started in this when I was 20. I met this woman, she was older, maybe 32, and drop-dead gorgeous. She had tits like melons and her ass was nice and round and jiggly. I loved smacking her ass and sending it rippling while I pounded her from behind. That was some sight!
Renee, that was her name, picked me up at this bar I used to go to. I guess you might call her a cougar, though I don’t know what the age difference has to be for that to be accurate. In any event we hooked up and what transpired that night was, for me, a whole new take on sex.
After sliding her hand up to my cock all night at the bar, Renee decided that it was time to go. She barked at me to get a move on, that she needed to be fucked. I was startled at first at her biting tone, but I wasn’t about to pass up a chance at fucking this hot piece of ass. My momma didn’t raise a fool.
Once out the door of the bar Renee told me to carry her to the car. I thought she was joking, so I laughed and kept walking. She didn’t move. I turned around and she was just standing there, arms crossed, tapping her foot. “What’s the problem?” I said. “You okay?”
Renee simply glared at me, not saying a word, so I walked back to where she was. I didn’t know if maybe she was sick, or annoyed. She wasn’t talking, and her demeanor screamed that she wasn’t happy. “Renee,” I said, “are you okay?”
She reached out and latched onto my cock and balls like a cobra attacking a mouse. I didn’t even have time to react. She got right in my face and said, “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Don’t make me tell you twice!”
Holy shit! What the hell did I hook up with? I was stunned, not knowing what the fuck was up with this woman. Yet I was fucking turned on! My cock actually got hard as she held it while yelling at me. Her face was intense and she spat as she scolded me. “Oh, what do we have here?” she said, rubbing my dick through my jeans while she spoke. “Someone likes to be in trouble, huh? Someone’s dick likes to be stroked while his next lay puts him in his place.”
She laughed while she released my dick and stood there waiting for me to pick her up and carry her to the car, which I did. I’d have carried her over broken glass if she told me to. This was a whole new experience for me. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me.
When we got to her place Renee opened the door, pointed to the den and told me to mix us drinks while she changed. I was so pumped, my hands shook. My dick was about to burst through the zipper of my jeans. I thought about stripping while I waited for her but decided to wait and see what her plans were. Suddenly she called to me.
Drinks in hand, I made my way to the back bedroom. I saw shadows of flickering candles. My heart was beating so hard, I was afraid I would drop the drinks. I had already decided Renee was one kinky bitch and I just had to see what would happen next. A little voice in my head told me to just leave, but once I crossed the threshold of her bedroom and saw her, that voice was silenced—forever.
Renee was standing at the foot of the bed. She had changed into an all-black leather number so sexy that it made me want to rip it off her and ravage her. Her tits rested above the cups of the bustier with the nipples standing out about a half-inch. I noticed that they were pierced. I’d never seen pierced nipples in the flesh, and I have to admit that it looked hot!
The bustier was connected to the leather pants, and it fit her like the suit worn by Catwoman. It cinched at her waist, making it look as though she had a waist like a Barbie doll. My mouth was watering. I could not wait to get my hands on this fuckable sexpot. The outfit was finished off with thigh-high fuck-me boots. Stiletto heels gave Renee enough height that she was now taller than me.
She sensed my lust. “Do you see something you like? Perhaps you want to touch me? Taste me? Fuck me?”
“Fuck yes!” I said. “Ohmygod, Renee you’re fucking amazing!”
“Silence!” she barked. I was stunned for a second, then quickly aroused again. I was really getting into this chick telling me what to do.
She walked toward me. “You talk too much,” she said, and lunged forward and forced her tongue in my mouth. She grabbed my face with one hand while she pushed me down to my knees with the other. She broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air. The drinks spilled all over, but she didn’t seem to care. “Lick my boots,” she commanded.
“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Wh-what?”
She got in my face and spat out, “Make me repeat myself again and you’ll go home with the worst case of blue balls you’ve ever known. Now, lick them!”
I thought about what she said for a mere second, mostly for fear of her following through with her threat and sending me home before I could get my hands on her. Down I went, to the tip of her boot.
I licked my way slowly up to the top of her left boot. As I did, she told me what a good slave I was going to be. As I made my way up her left leg, she spread her legs, and I saw that there was no crotch in the leather outfit! Her pussy was mesmerizing—clean-shaved and moist-looking. I made it a point to linger at the top of her boot so I could keep looking at her folds.
I made my way to the right leg, inhaling Renee’s scent. She pushed me away with her boot. “What do you think you’re doing?” she barked. “You were told to lick my boots, not sniff my pretty pussy!”
“W-w-wait, Renee,” I stuttered, “I wasn’t. I was licking your boots, I swear—”
“Shut up!” she said. “You have been very, very bad.”
Oh crap! Please don’t send me home with blue balls, please! I needed to have this girl. I was hooked on her. I wanted something!
“Please, Renee, I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful, I can’t help myself. You’re making me crazy. Please, please give me another chance. I’ll do as you say, I swear.”
Renee looked at me and turned around. She didn’t make a move or say a word. I didn’t dare move. I waited. And waited. It was torture—no doubt just why she did it! Then she turned around and ordered, “Strip. Take off all of your clothes. Now!”
Faster than you could say “done,” I was naked, standing in front of this goddess with my cock at full mast, begging for her to touch me.
Renee just stood there looking at me. Then she walked toward me and circled me. Her perfume was intoxicating. As she walked by, I felt her nipples on my back. She ran her fingers through my hair; the nails tickled me. Her lightest touch sent electric shocks through my body and to my cock. It was pulsing. She grabbed it with both hands and led me to the bed.
There was a bench at the end of the bed. Renee sat down on it and instructed me to kneel in front of her. She patted my head and said she was going to feed me. She placed her heeled feet on the sides of the bench and spread her legs, and there before me was her amazing pussy. With her fingers she spread her lips, saying, “This is my pussy. I love to have it eaten. You must be sure to lick and taste every crevice. You will make me come or you will get no reward!”
I was eager to please her. Eating her pussy would be a reward in itself, but I wasn’t about to say that. I made slow lapping motions to both sides of her vulva. It was really smooth. I lapped at her hole and clit enough to make her jump, then went back to slowly licking her petals. Once I was done “wetting my feet,” so to speak, I dived into her pussy with full force. I sucked her clit right into my mouth and assaulted it with my tongue. While doing that, I spread her lips with my hands and thumbed her hole. She bucked a bit, and I detected a little whimper escaping her lips.
With no complaint about using my hands, I delved farther. I made my way to Renee’s asshole. I played around the rim. It was wet with my saliva, so pushing my finger in would be easy thanks to the lube. Sensing what I was about to do, she scooted her ass farther into my face. Now the top of her mound was pushed against my face, and as my assault on her clit remained steady, her hips started to undulate a bit.
As I got closer to Renee’s inviting asshole, I inserted my thumb inside it and wiggled it. This sent her screaming: “Oh yes, yes, my good boy! Fuck my ass with your fingers. Suck my clit, harder. Lick it, lick it!”
Doing as I was told, like a good slave, I continued to manipulate Renee’s ass while continuing to massage her love button with my tongue and teeth. Her breathing got harder and her thighs started to shiver around my head. “Right there,” she gasped. “Oh yes, right there! Don’t fucking move!”
In seconds I felt Renee’s ass muscles squeeze down on my finger as she came. Her clit was pulsing in my mouth, but I just held on and continued to suck it. She was yelling obscenities and thrashing around. “Oh yes, oh fucking yes! Right fucking there. Oh you are so bad. You are so fucking bad, my pet.” At this point she was stroking my head and pushing it farther into her cunt. I lapped up the rest of her juices as I let her clit fall from my grip.
As her body was settling down from the intense tremors I unleashed, Renee looked down at me as she sat up. “Oh my, see what happens when you listen like a good slave? Now get on the bed. Your lessons are not done.” She proceeded to lick, suck, fuck and stroke me to three orgasms, more than I even knew I was capable of.
Renee was insatiable. We were only together for a short three months, but in that time she opened up a whole new world of erotic treats. Things I never thought I would enjoy, like anal sex. She would strap on a huge dildo, slab some K-Y all over my butthole and tease my cock and balls until I begged her to fuck me with her cock.
Since experiencing all these amazing things with Renee, I decided that I would open up the treasure trove to others. Women who love to be submissive are all over the place. You just have to know where to look. I have six right now that cater to my every whim and beg to be my only one.
I love that these women can express themselves in a way that makes them happy. It’s wonderful to know that I helped bring them to this peak and beyond. It’s like paying it forward—on a different scale, no doubt, but still about giving back.
—M.V., Cincinnati, Ohio
The very first time I got spanked, I was hooked. The stinging on my ass sent chills down my spine and made my clit tingle with anticipation. My lover, Barry, is a master at making me jump with excitement in the bedroom. I never know what to expect, he’s so full of surprises.
I met Barry when we were in college. He was a jock and I was a bookworm. I never quite knew what he saw in me to pursue me the way he did, but pursue me he did! Of course, I eventually found out. Barry saw me as a conquest. The cheerleader-type girls that hung all over him were more than eager to drop to their knees behind the bleachers and suck his cock—and believe me, they did. But he told me there was no fun in women just giving themselves to him. There was no hunt. (Yes, hunt is the word he used.)
I was a total geek. My nose was always in a book. I could always be found in the library. Sure, I had sexual urges like any normal girl, but I just didn’t know how to act around people. I could talk a mean streak with professors or my fellow nerd friends, but when it came to the “cool” crowd I was totally at a loss.
Barry and I had chemistry class together, and he said that’s where he first saw me and saw something in me that he wanted. When he asked me out, I was waiting for the punch line. I thought it was a joke, that I was being set up, and I told him to fuck off! When he kept after me, I started to think he was genuine. I let down my defenses enough to finally give in and go to a movie with him. I am so glad I did. That night with Barry changed me forever.
He was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t try a thing. Although I really didn’t think he would, I found myself wishing that he would. So I was disappointed when the movie ended and we started walking back to my dorm. He was going on and on about something, I don’t know what. I couldn’t concentrate because I was fighting these feelings that I was experiencing. And so I was caught by surprise when I heard him say, “Well, here we are.” So soon?
Barry reached out to shake my hand and thanked me for a lovely evening. I thanked him in return. As I turned to go into my dorm he asked if I was busy the next night. Really, I thought, he wants to see me again? I couldn’t figure why. I didn’t even join in any conversation. He might as well have had a date with a mannequin with as much participation as I put into the evening. I asked him, “Why?” And he said simply, “Because I think you’re just what I’m looking for.” Then he kissed my cheek and walked away whistling.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted the yearnings I was having lying in bed later that night.
My mind was reeling with mixed emotions. I still couldn’t get over that this was some sort of joke or, worse yet, maybe a social experiment for a class he was taking. I’m not trying to put myself down or anything but I was a total plain Jane. I stood five feet nine, very thin—you might describe me as “lanky.” My long hair was straight as a board and thin. I wore glasses, and when, on the rare occasion I had to “dress up,” I put on a nice sweater over a skirt with a hemline that fell well below my knee, I considered myself gawky. So as I stirred in bed that night, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what Barry was up to. Could it be he was tired of bleach-blonde, big-boobed groupies throwing themselves at him? And what did he mean that I was just what he was looking for?
The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. I grabbed it after one ring so it didn’t wake my roommate. It was Barry. He apologized for calling so late but said he just had to see me. He asked if I could meet him by the library. I was a little nervous about meeting him so late, but he sounded so sweet, he convinced me. I threw the covers off and quickly got dressed, all the while wondering what could be on his mind.
I got to the library but didn’t see Barry. I stood there for a minute and was about to leave when the library door opened up and he stuck his head out. I was surprised that he was inside, as the library closed at midnight and it was three in the morning. He gestured me not to worry. I looked around to make sure no one was there to see me break the rules. Far be it for me to get into trouble sneaking into what was supposed to be a locked building.
The coast was clear, so I quickly walked through the door and followed Barry. He told me that he and the janitor were tight and the janitor would let him in there for late-night study sessions. Sure he did! I was sure the “late-night study sessions” he was referring to included scantily clad sluts.
Barry stopped by the front desk. I saw a lit candle and what looked like a paddle. I said nothing as Barry walked up to me and took my hand. He asked me if I was okay. I nodded that I was but asked why he wanted to see me, and why were we in the library.
He said, “You are unique, Sally. You have a way of carrying yourself that I find very attractive.”
“What do you mean?” I said. “I walk with my head down and my nose in a book, Barry. That’s attractive?” I may have had just a little more anger in my voice than I intended, but once again the feelings of being used for an underlying purpose were surfacing. Why would he be bringing me here and saying these things to me? None of this seemed to make any sense. I turned to leave before he had the chance to finish his joke, and he grabbed my hand and asked me, please, to give him a chance.
“Sally,” he said, “I think you hide behind the books and your glasses. I think you have desires and needs that you’re afraid to express because you don’t like yourself a lot. That’s why you didn’t believe my intentions were real. You thought I was making fun of you, or using you in some way, didn’t you?”
How could Barry have known all that? I was getting nervous. I felt my heart beating faster and my neck and face getting red. I managed to find my voice enough to say, “I don’t hide.”
“Don’t you?” he said. “Take off your glasses.” He stepped closer to me, so close that I could smell his breath.
“W-w-why? I can’t see without my glasses, Barry.”
“Trust me, Sally,” he said.
I still don’t know why I did it, but I did. I removed my glasses. I felt almost as if I was in a trance. His voice was soothing. Within a second of my taking my glasses off, he kissed my lips—just a quick peck, but enough to send chills all through me. “Just as I thought, Sally,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, Barry,” I said, “but I—”
He cut me off with another kiss—this one more intense. He grabbed me around my waist. My body, surprised at first, responded. I kissed him back and felt as though I would melt in his arms. His tongue felt like sandpaper and tasted like mint. My body was responding too, something I hadn’t expected. My arms went around his neck and my pussy got moist. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my breathing became snorts as I could only breathe out of my nose in short spurts.
Barry broke our kiss and turned me around. With my eyes still closed, I tried to catch my breath. Barry was close, whispering sweet things in my ear. His hands moved to my hips and to my ass. I squirmed as my senses came back to me. He said to stay put. “Sally, just trust me. I wouldn’t hurt you. I know what you need. I know how to set you free, baby.” The way he said “baby” made me swoon. Nobody ever called me baby, and certainly not while they were rubbing my ass. I was overwhelmed with passion. I wanted to stop, and yet I couldn’t. His voice was intoxicating.
I stood still and let his hands roam over my body. Slowly and deliberately he removed my clothes. As he did, he kissed every inch of my body. I was so lost in the feel of his tongue and in my erotic thoughts that he could have done anything to me. For the first time in my life I felt sexy—and naughty.
Barry eased me back on the table. I willingly allowed this man to manipulate me in any way he saw fit. He was gentle at first. Goose bumps covered my flesh, and the wet trail of kisses he left behind made me shiver. My senses were in overdrive. Suddenly I was aware of a wet heat on my nipples. I opened my eyes to see Barry dripping wax on my breasts while he massaged my opened thighs.
He was whispering something, but I was too consumed with watching the wax drop to my flesh to understand what he was saying. The heat felt amazing on my breasts. Barry, still speaking, allowed the candle wax to fall across my body while he held it over me, moving his hand down my form, leaving a trail of hot wax over my tingling body. I was finally able to make out what he was saying. He was telling me that he could tell from the moment he saw me that I was really a tigress underneath my armor of geek. I thought that was a funny turn of phrase, but I liked it.
I found that I really enjoyed what Barry was doing to me. I liked these feelings he unlocked inside me. And as he made his way down to my foot, he was pulling me up off the table. I went to him, and when he told me to get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth, I did. There was no question that this man knew me better than I knew myself. He made me feel things I never, ever had.
“Sally,” he said, “you’re going to suck my cock and play with my balls. You’re going to feel my dick swell in your mouth and know just how much pleasure you give me.”
When his cock came into view, I took it. For a split second I doubted I could put it in my mouth. Sensing my hesitation, Barry opened my mouth while placing his hand behind my head and said, “Suck my dick, Sally,” with a forceful tone that excited me. In a second I had a mouthful of his cock and was slobbering all over it. He was thrusting forward and pumping his hips into my face. I couldn’t believe I took the whole thing in my throat, but I did.
Barry was pleased. He moaned and barked out orders. I took as much in as I could as fast as I could, yet I felt I was disappointing him. I tried harder. I let my instincts take over. I tugged on his balls. My saliva had soaked them, but I didn’t let that deter me. Barry groaned and I was pleased.
As quickly as he put his cock in my mouth, it was gone. He pulled me up and spun me around and bent me over the table. I was about to speak, but Barry said to shut up. I thought I had done something wrong. I wanted to apologize, so I started to speak again, and that’s when I felt the first slap of leather across my ass. Ohmygod, what a fucking amazing feeling! I yelped at the sting but realized that I was rubbing my clit on the edge of the table, just dying to come. Another swipe of the paddle across my flesh had me practically begging Barry to fuck me.
“I knew you would like to be scolded, Sally,” he said. “You want to be told that you’re a naughty, slutty girl, don’t you?” I didn’t know it myself, but this man had me pegged from the start. I did love what he was doing to me. Being told what to do or not to do was a huge turn-on. My pussy tingled and pulsed. I was dying for release, but Barry wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Sally,” he said,” get on the table now and hold your cheeks apart.” I guess I was too slow in moving because the next thing I felt was the paddle coming down for a third time while Barry yelled, “Now! And don’t speak!”
I got on all fours and exposed my cunt and asshole to this man. I felt vulnerable, exposed and dirty—I loved it! All I needed now was for Barry to take me and fuck the shit out of me. Oh God, please let him fuck me and make me come!
Barry stuck his face between my legs and started to swipe his tongue over my folds. Never before that moment had a feeling of complete euphoria swept over me. I felt faint. The stirrings in my pussy were out of control, and when Barry sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed as my whole body shook in orgasm.
Slap! Another hit of the paddle. “Sally! You naughty girl, you came without permission,” Barry said. “Now we’ll have to punish you.” Like music to my ears! I prayed he would punish me for a long time coming. It felt totally natural to have this man who apparently knew me so well tell me what to do. To give him control like I’d done made sense.
Barry did fuck me that night. As a matter of fact, he fucked me three times. The best was in the history section when he had me up against the bookcase while he held me up by my ass cheeks and I rode his cock with everything I had. We made history!
So Barry gave me what he thought I needed, and I, unknowingly, gave him what he needed—a woman to mold. He’s been my master since. I’m so thankful I went with him that night, and even more thankful that he took control and gave me what I had really wanted all along.
—S.W., Denver, Colorado
Although my wife and I are not exactly young I’m in my sixties, Ginny’s in her early fifties , we’ve been together for less than five years. Much of that time has been spent in mutual exploration. Even at our ages, we are still discovering not only what the other likes, but what we respond to. Lately this has led us to explore pain.
Ginny has always enjoyed rather rough sex–nothing too violent, just the occasional ass slap or nipple pinch. We have found that the level of pain she desires increases as she gets hotter. Once she starts to come, which she does early and often, there is almost no limit to what she craves.
In our local farmers’ market, people who sell dates also sell bundles of the attractive stems on which I gather they grow. Ranging from about twenty-four to thirty inches long, they are thin, tough and flexible. In addition, the ends are twisted and knobbed in an attractive way. Many people buy these bundles of sticks for flower arrangements. We have another use for them.
My wife’s creamy skin makes a wonderful background for the gnarled business ends of the stems–or switches, as we like to call them. I start by trailing a couple of them over her belly and breasts, being sure to twitch them gently across her nipples and generous areolae. She often shivers and giggles at first. But as her nipples harden, she thrusts them up against the switches. At those moments I can even torment her by not giving her all the pressure she wants.
Sometimes she instinctively brings her arms up to protect her sensitive breasts and belly. I’ll hold her arms back with my free hand, or maybe tie her hands behind her with a leather thong. At this point I often have her sit on me, either with my cock in her cunt or riding my cock in such a way that it rubs the whole area from her ass to her clit. From here on, she’s in a state of almost constant orgasm. Things get wild!
With a flick of the wrist, I can lay the switches across her ass or her back, or give her a swipe or two on the breasts. She’ll be alternately moaning and screaming–exactly what I need to push me to the limit. Of course she’s grinding into my cock as I slam in her cunt. If her hands are free, she may reach down to pull her lips apart, allowing the base of my cock to grind even harder into her flaming cunt.
When she’s this high, there is hardly a limit to how hard and fast I can go. By bending my wrist a little, I can bring the switch tip right down on her asshole and curve it around so it catches my balls as well. That takes us both over the top.
I know Ginny has enjoyed herself fully when she dissolves in tears of pleasure. We’re exploring the fine edge where pain and pleasure meet to produce ecstasy. It’s important to me that she gets what she really wants, so she has to ask for it. If she wants the switches, she has to get them, bring them to me, kiss them and tell me–sometimes even beg for–what she needs.
We’re still breaking new ground. Last night we went for a walk on the beach, and I brought along a single switch. We’ve learned that if I carry one, it gets her thinking about what might be coming next, and that excites her. Neither of us was wearing underwear under our loose clothes.
As we walked, I slid the tip of the switch beneath her skirt and ran it over her ass crack. She reached between her legs and pulled the flexible tip over her asshole and up against her cunt lips. As we walked, I could twitch the switch and bring her to her toes with a shuddering climax. Finally she pulled down my sweats and sucked me off right there on the darkened shore.
Where will this lead? I hope and assume we will continue to evolve ever richer ways to pleasure each other.–L.I., Ocala, Florida
I’m luxuriating in a hot bubble bath prepared by my master. As I sip my wine, I close my eyes and think about last night. If my co-workers only knew! And my neighbors, and friends. No one knows but my master–my lover, my husband.
Some men are intimidated by me. Don’t know how to act around me. Wimps! They feel threatened by me? If they only knew!
I enjoy being dominated. My master knows what buttons to push, what to do to make me do anything–to or for a man, or a woman, or probably even a group of men and women. Nothing is too erotic, nothing too kinky.
Yesterday he surprised us by coming home early. He’d been gone three weeks, and his flight wasn’t due till midnight, but here he was at dinner time. He likes to surprise his family. After greeting the kids and me with hugs and kisses, he told us he’d brought dinner from my favorite pizza place. Their special pie, with the delicious dinner salad and the cheese garlic bread.
After dinner, my master insisted I wasn’t to do anything else that evening. I was to enjoy some relaxing quiet time. He and the kids cleared the table and did the dishes. Then he helped them with their homework, till it was time to take Christopher to baseball practice. As he left, he told Katie to finish her homework and then take her shower, “and leave Mother alone.”
When my guys returned from baseball practice, my master got Chris through his shower, then got both kids to bed while I read a magazine in the living room. While I waited for him, I heard the shower in our bathroom, and guessed he was refreshing himself after his long day of work and travel.
I looked up and saw him at the end of the hallway, signaling me to join him. In the bedroom, he shut the door behind us. I couldn’t help but imagine what was coming. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather lack of light. Both the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom were lit with just scented candles.
My master looked deep in my eyes, brought his hands to my face and caressed it. He tipped my chin toward his face and kissed me, then kissed me again. His lips touched mine like a whisper. I expected him to take me in his arms and overwhelm me with passion.
Instead, he bent to his knees and looked up at me as he undid my jeans and tugged them down. Then he held me steady while I stepped out of them. He caressed my ankles, calves, thighs, hips and butt.
He continued to gaze in my eyes as he rose up and the back of his hands glided over the front of my shirt. He undid the buttons and pulled the shirt off me without taking his eyes off my face. He looked down at my breasts heaving under my bra. He cupped them gently while pressing the nipples with his thumbs so they jutted out against the bra fabric.
He unhooked my bra, slid the straps down my shoulders and threw it to the floor. Now his palms caressed my naked breasts and worked my nipples even harder. He blew on each nipple, then snaked out his tongue and touched each in turn. Please give me more, I thought.
Suddenly he stopped and slid to his knees. He laid his hands on my butt and just looked at my panties, as if he could see through them. His kneeling there made my pussy wet with anticipation. He hooked his thumbs in the band of my panties, slid them off and tossed them aside, then looked at my nakedness in all its glory.
He clasped my butt and drew my pussy almost to his face. He took in my scent, then stuck out his tongue and licked my slit, first one way, then the other. He repeated this several times, till I felt my wetness running down the inside of my thighs.
He spread my lips and licked my clit. That did it! I came in his face. He lapped at my pussy as if unwilling to miss any part of me.
Finally my master stood up and led me to the bathroom. I saw the heat rising from the bubble bath he had drawn for me. He helped me in the tub and waited while I lowered myself into the hot water. He laid my head back on a towel he had placed at the end of the tub. Then he left the room, saying, “Relax. I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a glass of wine and said again, “Relax. I’ll return soon.” He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I heard him moving around the bedroom, but soon lost track of anything except how good the bath felt, until finally I woke up to hear my master say, “It’s time.”
He helped me out of the tub and drained it, then patted me dry with a luxurious, warm towel. He led me back to the bedroom. On the bed was a box from Victoria’s Secret. “Put that on,” he said, “and join me in the living room when you’re ready.” Then he left.
In the box was the sheerest, sexiest black negligee I’ve ever seen. As I put it on, I saw why my master had chosen it. Yes, the material was sheer, but less revealing than you’d think. It was just opaque enough that you could see the swell of my breasts. You had to look closely to see my hard nipples jutting out against the fabric.
The negligee came to the top of my hips. The accompanying panties, if you could call them that, consisted of a patch of material just big enough to cover my pussy and pubic patch. Now I knew why my master had said to trim my bush really close. The remainder of the panties was merely a string going from the front up my crack, then joining with another band of material at the top in the back.
I always tell my master I don’t like thongs, as “they go up my butt.” Truth be told, though, the slight pressure against my anus excites me enough that I’m constantly aware of their presence.
I looked at myself once more in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. My master calls me “one sexy bitch.” I left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the living room to see what was in store for me.
I didn’t enter the room immediately, though. I had to take in what I saw. My master had a fire going in the fireplace, which made the room very toasty, just the way I like it. In front of the fireplace he had put down a soft blanket and a few pillows. There was a towel on the hearth that looked like it was covering something. I could only imagine!
My master was sitting on the couch in a big, soft robe. “Come here,” he said. I walked over and started to sit down by him. He indicated I was to kneel in front of him. “Look me in the eyes,” he said. I couldn’t resist his command.
Next he said, “Open my robe.” I did so, and as it came open, I took in the full length of his body, including his partially erect cock. I wanted to touch it, kiss it, suck it and fuck it.
“Look close,” my master said, “because it’s the last look you’ll get this evening. Now close your eyes.”
When my eyes were closed, I felt something slide over my head and cover my eyes. My master had never blindfolded me before! I got excited as I imagined the things that might happen to me. I could hardly wait.
“Here are the rules,” my master said. “You will leave the blindfold on until I tell you to remove it. In addition, you will obey my every command, and you will speak only when spoken to. One more thing, you will address me as ‘Master.’ If you don’t, you will be punished. Is that understood, slave?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes, what!” he snapped.
“Yes, Master,” I said. “I understand.”
“Good, let’s get started,” he said. “That is your last warning, by the way.”
His hands touched my head and guided it to his chest. He commanded me to kiss his nipples–first one, then the other, back and forth, until he said to stop. My master smelled and tasted so good! I felt his nipples start to get erect as I licked lustfully at them.
“Start sucking on my nipples,” he commanded. I was only too glad to oblige. I felt the heat building in his body as I sucked on his nipples, ever so gradually increasing the pressure from my lips and mouth on each nipple.
“Bite my nipples, hard,” he commanded. Again, I was thrilled to obey, biting first one nipple and then the other, biting each hard enough to pull it away from his body, but not hard enough to bring pain. This always excites me as much as it does him. I continued biting until he grabbed my head and said to stop.
“You will now lick down my body to my cock,” my master said, “but you will not touch my cock or my balls with your tongue. You will only lick around them, and you will not use your hands. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I said.
Before I could take my next breath, I felt and heard a slap on my butt.
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Master,” I corrected myself, loud and clear enough that there could be no mistaking that I got it right this time. I wasn’t ready for another slap on my butt. Not just yet, at least.
As my tongue made contact with the first of my master’s nipples, I shivered. Then I licked my way down from his nipples to his abdomen. As I licked around his cock, I felt it hitting the side of my face. When my tongue landed on his balls, I felt them swell and contract with each lick, almost as if they had a life of their own. It was so hard not to touch or lick his cock. It was so near!
I felt my master’s hands on my head as he commanded me to stop. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, then guided my head so my mouth was clamped over the head of his cock.
“Lick the head,” he said. As I did, I tasted precome. I love the taste of his precome. I wish I could have it whenever I wanted.
“Relax your mouth,” he commanded. “I want to slide all of my cock down your throat. I want to see your mouth slide all the way down to my balls.”
I did as I was commanded. As his hand pushed my head forward, his cockhead slid deeper in my mouth and the shaft slid past my lips. His cock sank deeper in my mouth and throat. His pubic hair grazed my face, and yet he pushed my head farther down on his cock.
At last my mouth rested at the base of his cock. It felt so good to have my master’s cock deep in my mouth and throat. My pussy was wet and begged for attention. But I didn’t dare touch myself without permission!
My master began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. As he fucked my mouth, I kept my mouth and throat as relaxed as possible. I knew how much he enjoyed this, but I also knew if I didn’t relax my throat, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Suddenly my master pulled his cock out of my mouth and raised my head up away from his lap. I heard and felt him move on the couch. “Touch my body,” he said. I reached out and touched what turned out to be his ass. He had turned completely around on the couch. “Keeping your hands in place,” he commanded, “you will now bend forward and lick my ass!”
I bent forward until my head touched my master’s ass cheeks. I stuck out my tongue and licked. I licked down his crack until my tongue touched his hole. I paused for a second, then continued down to his balls. I did this several times, until my master said to stick my tongue in his asshole.
I pushed my tongue in my master’s asshole as deep as I could. I knew I was bringing him pleasure, because he let out a groan. “Fuck my asshole with your tongue,” he said, “and grab and play with my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” I said as I came up for air.
I kept this up for several minutes, until I felt his balls tighten. He was close. I wanted to feel his come in my hands when he ejaculated, while still fucking his ass with my tongue. But he had other ideas.
“Stop,” he commanded. He helped me stand, then led me to the blanket he had placed in front of the fireplace. “Get on your knees,” he said, “with your hands behind your back.”
Something hard closed around my wrists. Hearing a click, and feeling my wrists firmly enclosed, I knew what it was. My hands were handcuffed behind my back–another first for us!
“Now lie on your back,” he said. “I do not care how uncomfortable you are.”
Lying back was uncomfortable. However, by shifting my hips, I was able to get comfortable. I wondered what was coming. I didn’t have to wait long. Something pressed between my legs. It pressed against my lips, trying to gain entrance to my pussy. Before long, it succeeded. It pushed into my opening and bent back and pressed against my clit. I didn’t know who or what it was, but it was big!
My master whispered in my ear, “That is Ross’s cock. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, as I move my body, trying to take in more of Ross’s cock.
“Maybe you need a taste of Ross’s cock,” my master said. The tip of Ross’s big cock touched my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” he said.
I stuck out my tongue and touched Ross’s cock. I twisted my tongue around the head. It tasted of my pussy. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Now suck it!”
Ross’s cock was so big, I could only get the head in my mouth. I sucked greedily. Abruptly, it was pulled from my mouth. I struggled to get more, but it was gone. Then my hands were freed. The cuffs had been unlocked.
“Now lie on your side, slave,” my master said, “and open your legs so you feel Ross’s cock in your pussy.”
Lying on my side, with my legs open, I felt Ross’s cock push in my pussy. It was so big, I felt as if I was going to be split wide open. But before long I was moving to the rhythm of it pushing in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I yelled. It felt so good! I needed more!
Ross’s cock stretched my pussy more and more as it kept moving in and out. Then something touched my lips. “Open your mouth,” my master commanded. As his cock brushed past my parted lips, I felt myself being pushed over the edge. Then I came. I would have screamed, but my master’s cock was still pumping in and out of my mouth.
“Get your finger wet, and stick it in my asshole,” my master ordered. I put my hand by my pussy to wet it, while Ross’s cock slid past my fingers. I felt up my master’s ass as I slid my fingers down his crack. I found his asshole and slid my finger over the opening. I brought my finger back and slid it in slowly. Then I pushed it as deep in his ass as I could. He moaned.
I started finger-fucking my master’s ass. We developed a rhythm. When Ross’s cock slid in my cunt, my master’s cock would slide out of my mouth. Each time his cock pushed past my lips and in my mouth, my finger would move in unison. Soon he started groaning. His balls tightened as they slapped against my chin.
“Don’t stop, slave!”
I tightened my mouth around his cock and pushed my finger deeper and harder in his ass. I was rewarded when his cock stiffened and he erupted. With Ross’s cock pounding away at me, I yelled as I came.
As my master pulled his cock away from my mouth, Ross’s cock quit my pussy. I lay back on the blanket feeling relaxed and loved.
“I love you,” my master whispered, then pulled the blindfold from my eyes. As he took me in with a look of love and fulfillment, my eyes traveled over his face and his body, then beyond. Sensing what I was looking for, he held up a large vibrator and said, “Say hello to Ross.”
I reached up to my master and kissed him. He tasted his come on my lips but didn’t seem to mind. As I looked in his eyes with my arms around him, I said, “Thank you, Master.”
“For what?” he said.
“For coming in my mouth,” I said, smiling. It was the first time he ever did that!–C.L., Omaha, Nebraska
Laura is my best friend. Her old buddy Paco, who I had never met, was visiting from out of town, and we all went out to dinner, followed by the usual walking on the beach and drinking. Laura got pretty tipsy. She already told me her and Paco were just old friends, nothing sexual, so I told her how hot I thought he was, and she said, “Go for it!” Only like always, I didn’t act on it.
We got back to the beach house, put on swimsuits and got in the pool with drinks. Paco cornered me and told me he dug me. I said okay and moved away. I sat on the steps of the pool. He followed me there. Laura saw all of this and swam to the deep end of the pool. Only I thought she left.
Me and Paco were talking. Half of my body was out of the water, and he noticed my nipples were hard. He asked if he did that. It really wasn’t because of him but because it was windy and I was wet. Only I made believe I didn’t know what he meant, and said, what was he talking about?
He put a hand on each of my nipples. That gave me head-to-toe goose bumps. He said he got the same reaction from me, and moved my hand through the water to the bulge in his Speedo. I stared at him as I stroked his hard-on through the fabric.
We kissed. He pulled down my bikini top and did “the move”! I don’t know how he knew it, but he did it–bit my nipple while flicking his tongue over it. I nearly melted. He slid between my legs. I felt the heat radiating from his body.
Then we saw lightning. I remembered hearing storm warnings. We got out of the pool quick and ran inside, each to his own room. And that was the end of that!
I fell asleep on the bed without taking off my swimsuit. The next thing I knew, someone was standing over me, but with the storm and it getting late, it was too dark to make him out. Then I had hands working on my nipples, and again I got goose bumps all over.
After I missed my chance with Paco in the pool, I sure didn’t mean to miss another chance. My nipples were on fire. I heard this raspy voice ask, “You like this?”
“What do you think?” I said.
“I think I should blindfold you, so you can really enjoy how I pleasure you.”
“Okay,” I said, “only this better be good.”
I felt hands on my face. Then I was blindfolded. My top came off, and I felt lips going over my nipples softly, making them hard. I felt nibbling, then some biting. It felt awesome. It was like not being able to see, I was all focused on what I felt.
Now his tongue was slobbering between my tits, and down to my bikini bottom, and back and forth across the top of the bikini bottom. The bikini bottom started to slide off, but only partway. He rubbed the tender flesh above it, making me even hotter. I took to fondling my own nipples.
I tried taking the bikini bottom off the rest of the way, but he didn’t let me. Soon he moved it to one side, though, and flicked his tongue on my clit. My legs went weak. Then he put the bikini back in place, and treated my tits to some magic handling.
He nudged me to turn over and, when I did, took off the bikini bottom and spread my legs apart. I felt his tongue on the inside of my legs, moving closer and closer. Then his finger was on my clit. As he worked me over, I felt my own wetness. Then the finger was gone, and I heard licking sounds. Then the finger was going round and round the perimeter of my pussy.
Every once in a while I felt a mouth sucking on my clit. That drove me crazy. I was nudged to turn over again. Now the finger made its way in my puss, while I was still getting my clit sucked. I came in seconds.
I said I couldn’t take no more. “Please, Paco,” I begged, “please fuck me.”
Suddenly I seemed to be alone–no hands or mouth on me, and I didn’t hear nothing. “Are you there, Paco?” I said. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
I took the blindfold off. But I didn’t see Paco. What I saw was . . . Laura–naked!
Thinking about all she just done to me, and how hot all of it made me, I wanted to die. Only she kept saying how fine I looked, and started fondling my tits and cunt. That just got me turned on all over again. Soon enough, I exploded again.
Laura got down on the bed by me and stroked my nipples more. She said she couldn’t take her eyes away when she seen Paco licking my nipples in the pool. She got so turned on, she had to play with herself. Then Paco didn’t finish me, and she had to take advantage.
It turned out not quite true, the part about Paco not finishing me. Laura said he come to my room to do just that, only he found her and me near nude and me blindfolded. Unlike me, Paco knew all about her thing for girls, and he got curious what she meant to do. He almost stopped her. Then he saw me lick my lips and decided to join in.
He told me later he mainly concentrated on my face. When I thought Laura was him and begged “him” to fuck me, he got worried how she might react. So when I took the blindfold off, he pretended to leave the room. But really he just hid.
When Laura left, I slipped on a thong and cutoffs and was lying back on the bed with my eyes closed when I heard Paco’s voice. I looked up and saw him sitting in the chair. He said how beautiful I looked. I wanted to be mad. Only when I seen the bulge in his shorts, I had to have that big fat dick fuck me.
I messed with him, acting mad about him not stopping Laura from doing sex stuff to me. I even started to cry. I walked round behind the chair he was sitting in and made sure he felt my tits against his head. I played with the sides of my thong, pulling them up and down, like I was nervous. All I was trying for was pouting, which I can really do. Only somehow I cried for real!
I sat on the floor in front of Paco. I had my head on his thigh between his legs. I looked up at him. He was staring at my hands. I put them to use yanking down his zipper, where I found he wasn’t wearing no underwear. I gulped the head of his big fat dick in my mouth and licked all over it.
His dickhead was nice and wet and slippery. So I placed it on the point of each of my nipples and got them both wet as well. Then I took his dick in my mouth as deep as I could and sucked on it. I also rubbed my hand on the exposed portion of his shaft, and played with his nuts too. I kept that up until he came. I ate all his spunk.
Paco just sat there, I stood up, grabbed my right tit and squeezed it so I could lick my nipple. I did the same with the left one, then looked down and seen him hard again. I mentioned how it felt to come but still want to fuck! He smiled. I turned around, peeled my cutoffs off and got back on the bed, facedown, in just my thong.
He laughed all the while he climbed on top of me. He asked did I want him while he kept on rubbing his hard-on against my ass. I had to laugh. I said I had the idea it was him wanted me.
He flipped me over and took to nibbling on my nipples and my neck, licking me everywhere his teeth went. He took hold of my tits and pushed them together, then went back and forth as to which tit he munched.
I spread my legs, then felt his dick against my thong. I pulled his hair, which made him go crazy. He nibbled all down my belly, then took a mouthful of my pussy through the thong. I took off his shorts and threw them aside.
Paco said that was a bad thing I done, getting him hard like that. He said it was a good lesson to learn, what a rotten thing that was to do to a guy, and he was the guy to teach me. I said I could hardly wait, and hoped he would “punish” me but good.
He stood me up in front of the dresser with my legs closed, and said to hold on to the dresser. He took off my thong and said to spread my legs. But I already beat him to it! I got nervous for a while wondering what he was going to do. What he did was to lick my clit and suck on my pussy. He licked a trail all the way up to my ass and back to my clit. My body was shaking so hard, I could barely stand up.
He said that was all the niceness I was going to get, and to brace myself for the lesson I was going to learn. He started a countdown. Just when I thought I was sure to get my backside spanked, he held me and plunged his fat dick in my pussy with such wild lust, I groaned from the surprise–and from the feel of it.
Of course my pussy was aching for nothing besides Paco’s hot rod. I bent down further to give him a better position, and he fucked me like that. He grabbed hold of my tits and squeezed the nipples, then fucked away, full stroke after full stroke, like a fucking machine. We were standing up, and it felt like heaven–his dickhead nearly popping out of me, then plunging back in.
Without warning, he quick buried his boner in me and held it there, then just begun taking fast but short strokes. He said to lean back into him. Once I was close, he lifted me up by my thighs and carried me to the bed.
He took his dick out and rubbed my clit with it. I was shaking and begged him to ram it back in. He got me in doggie position, then moved behind me and slapped his dick against my ass while he played with my nipples. I spread my legs, but he said no and closed them again and kept slapping me with his hard dick. The sound was making me wild!
Finally he said I could spread my legs, and teased me again with his dickhead. He drew me back toward him, then shoved his big fat dick in me again. Only this time he fucked me hard! He brought his hand around so he could play with my clit at the same time. At this point I was screaming.
All of a sudden, Paco stopped. He said to lie down and spread my legs. He put some pillows under my ass, looked at me and shoved his big fat dick back in me. In this position there was a whole new set of feelings. I worked my tits as he fucked me, hard and steady.
He brought his hand to my clit and played with it. I went crazy, moaning and barely able to breathe. He placed his hand over the whole area and moved it to the rhythm of his fucking. Only each time I was close to coming, he would stop!
When I couldn’t take much more, I grabbed my tit and, with him just staring at me, clamped my lips over my nipple and sucked! He stopped playing with me, then moved up and locked his mouth onto my other nipple. Now he got real close to me, laid me down on the bed and set about fucking me real hard.
His pubic hairs rubbing against my clit added to my frenzy. He was trying to hold it in, only I didn’t want him to. I purred in his ear how I’d like to suck his big dick more, and feel it between my tits, and how I loved when he spanked me with it. To shut me up, he kissed me. He pulled out of me, still hard, and asked if I come.
I told him more than once.
Well, he said, now he was ready. He sat down in the chair like before, and had me stand in front of him. He said for me to grab my tits, turn around, bend over and touch my toes. While I was bent over, he said for me to lick my finger and rub it on my clit. Then he said to turn around again, so he could see my lips while I sucked on my nipples.
He had me squat over his legs on each side of the chair, but not sit on him. He grabbed his dick and used it to tease my clit. Maybe three times he lifted his ass off the chair so the head of his big dick slid in my pussy. Then he said to relax, and I eased down till his dickhead was inside me again. He massaged my back and neck, then set his hands on my shoulders and licked and nibbled on my nipples.
He brought my face down to his and nibbled on my lips. Next thing I knew, he pulled me down on him with such force, I thought for sure I had squashed him. I grabbed on to the back of the chair and started moving back and forth–not in and out–squeezing him inside me as I did. He pulled me to him and kissed me while squeezing my nipples.
I felt his cock starting to pulse with orgasm, and kept moving closer and harder. Again the feel of him against my clit made me come. As me and Paco collapsed in each other’s arms, I asked if he had any other lessons he wanted to teach me.–N.T., Daytona Beach, Florida
I grew up the admittedly spoiled daughter in a well-to-do family where I got anything I wanted. I married young into another wealthy family, but that didn’t last long because my husband was more interested in making money than making me. Thanks to my now-former husband, I live in a beautiful house with all his now-former toys!
My story begins last Halloween, when I hired a small catering company to help me throw a party. They supplied everything, including wait staff dressed up in beautiful costumes. Everything went well and all my friends had a great time. I even ended up getting fucked by a man in costume! I never once saw his face but his was the greatest cock I’ve ever had. The next week the owner personally delivered the bill and asked me if everything had gone well. I thanked him and assured him I’d hire him for my next party. He said, “I hope you enjoyed getting fucked by the masked man . . . ” With that I knew it was him. It didn’t take very long before we were fucking again. He could have made me do anything so I could have his prick around me all the time. We’ve been together, almost inseparable, ever since that day.
He’s a very exciting and daring lover. One day we were walking down the street while I was dressed in a halter-top, long skirt and high heels. A gust of wind blew the back of my skirt up and three young studs behind us got a full view of my bare ass. By the time we got to the car my new boyfriend convinced me that since they’d seen my bare ass anyway, they should get to see my cunt too. The plan was that he’d start the car and I’d flash the young men then jump in the car and we’d go home for a good fuck. If I didn’t do it, I got no dick for a week, he said. I knew he was serious and also knew I couldn’t go that long without fucking him. But when I pulled up my skirt he drove off around the block. All I could do was stand there and smile at the guys, accepting their compliments. When my boyfriend picked me up I got the best sex of my life, which made it all worthwhile.
Since then I do any public stunt he says. The last time it was standing at the end of a bar near the men’s bathroom with my miniskirt pulled up over my ass. If the guys missed a feel on the way in, they sure didn’t on the way out. I had more men slide their fingers into my pussy than I could count. Later Brian again gave me a night of great sex.
Last weekend’s stunt topped them all. Brian’s catering company was to host a bachelorette party of six women, for whom he agreed to provide entertainment! He asked if we could have it in my rec room and if I’d help by being the waitress. I gladly accepted thinking it would be great to see Brian strip for the ladies and knowing it would lead to lots of sex for me afterwards. The girls were to arrive after they had got back from supper. Brian spent all day setting up a big screen TV for X-rated movies and a videocamera because the bride-to-be wanted the party taped.
I set out the glasses and got the drinks and snacks ready while Brian went upstairs to put on his tux and bow tie and get ready for the night. He came down looking so dashing I could have fucked him right then, but he insisted that I put my waitress uniform on and get to work. I went to the bedroom where Brian had laid my uniform out and started to get dressed. Everything was perfect: a see-through white blouse and a black vest that curved around my tits, which are actually a little too full to wear something so formfitting, but that didn’t matter. Black high heels and garter belt and stockings rounded out my uniform, which was fine except for the fact that the skirt was missing! I ran downstairs in my outfit less the skirt to tell Brian. When he saw me come out of the bathroom he jumped at the chance to slide my panties off and stick his tongue in my pussy.
The doorbell rang and Brian jumped up and stuck my panties in his pocket and yelled, “Surprise!” as he went to the door. I stood behind the bar as he brought the ladies in and introduced them to me, telling them he and I would be their hosts for the evening. I worked the bar and they played pool as Brian started the videotapes. For an hour I served the drinks from behind the bar so the girls wouldn’t see that I was half naked. I was getting hornier and hornier watching all the skin on the screen. Then it happened: a girl asked for a lime after I’d run out. There were more in the fridge upstairs, so Brian told me to go get them. All I could do was walk out bare-assed in front of the girls. Their hoots and hollers made me blush but I walked past them all the same.
When I returned Brian explained that I was the entertainment, not him. With that he took off my vest and blouse, letting my big tits fall out into full view of everyone there. From that point on I was serving drinks and passing chips to a roomful of girls who would pat my ass, tweak my tits or slide a finger up my pussy. I’d never had a woman feel me up before, but I soon became unbelievably horny at the unusual feelings it stirred up inside me.
Two guys were fucking a shaved pussy on the big screen and one of the girls said that she wanted to see that again. As I rewound it she stopped me and said, “Not on video. Live . . . ” Brian went upstairs and came down with shaving cream and a razor. Six girls took turns shaving my pussy completely bare, the last one rolling me over and sticking my butt in the air so she could shave my asshole.
Brian then got into the act and stripped and began to fuck me doggie-style. I had to have come at least four or five times. Brian shot his load and then a few of the girls took turns licking his come out of my pussy. The girls then had me eat them out afterward. I’m now hooked on pussy as well as on cock. The evening went on and on as the girls had me again. One even had me lick her pussy clean which was fine with me. That made me so horny I peed into a large champagne glass for the bride right in front of all of them just because she demanded I do it.–S.D., San Diego, California
It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, and it led to me finally living out my number-one fantasy. Laying there face-down on my bed was the naked, slender blonde waitress who had been giving me the eye the last time my girlfriend and I ate at our favorite restaurant. The blonde waitress’s bare butt was beautiful. My girlfriend Dori was standing over her, dressed only in black stockings and garters, her erect nipples practically an inch long! I could see moisture along the inside of Dori’s thighs, staining the tops of her stockings. Dori was spanking the waitress with the palm of her hand saying, “The next time you get the hots for my boyfriend, don’t you dare ignore me. Ask me if the three of us can get together! Now turn around and eat my pussy. If you do a good job, I’ll let James fuck you when he gets home from work.” I expected the waitress to cry a little but to my surprise she creamed a big puddle all over my brand new bedspread.
I walked into my bedroom with what I hoped was a surprised look on my face. “What the fuck are you two doing here?” I asked, surveying the scene.
Dori turned toward me, breathing heavily, her 36Bs heaving, her cheeks flushed and her red hair damp with perspiration. “Remember this bold-eyed little bitch from the restaurant?” she asked me, accentuating the question with a smack to the waitress’s butt. “When I stopped in for a cup of coffee this morning this little cunt had the nerve to ask me if you and I were still going together! I told her that we were, but if she wanted to follow me to your place, maybe we could work something out. That’s what we’ve been doing!”
The blonde didn’t even look at me, she just got up and placed herself on all fours at the foot of my bed, her face even with Dori’s pussy. She put her hands on Dori’s hips and started licking where the pouting, blood-engorged pussy lips met below Dori’s neatly trimmed bush. “Good deal!” I said, as I started tearing off my clothes.
I crawled onto the bed behind the waitress and stroked her slit. She wiggled her behind appreciatively, then moaned as I slipped fingers inside her. My hand was coated with her juices, and I wiped them on her ass cheeks. The blonde raised her butt, and Dori watched as I eased my dick into the hot, slick canal and started pumping. Dori smiled at the pleasure that was written all over my face.
Not forgetting the thoughtful lady who had made this threesome possible, I reached over the waitress’s head and started playing with Dori’s nipples. Between the waitress’s tongue stroking her clitoris and my fingers on her nipples, Dori started moaning and swaying slightly on her feet. I urged her onto all fours beside the blonde, then pulled out of the waitress’s pussy and maneuvered her underneath Dori in a 69. The waitress licked her own juices off of my cock as I slid it into Dori’s waiting cunt, then she alternated between licking my balls and Dori’s clitoris while I thrusted into my girlfriend’s pussy. When I reached around and grabbed Dori’s tits, she started moaning, which made the waitress suck Dori’s clit harder. Dori raised her mouth off the blonde’s pussy and groaned with pleasure. As Dori came, her pussy clenched my dick. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and came in small gushes all over the waitress face. She was pleased with the facial I gave her and rubbed it on her pert breasts and all around
Dori’s butthole before whispering, “Thank you.”–J.H., Bill-ings, Montana
My wife Rose and I are both in our forties, and we both have fairly good jobs. We’re not rolling in money, but not hurting either. I work for a mid-size multinational corporation, and Rose works in a technical capacity for one of the larger hospitals in the area. We have been married for seventeen years and have a ten-year-old daughter.
Rose is a petite blonde, just over five feet and a hundred and ten pounds. For her size she has quite a set of boobs, actually 36D. I am five feet ten and weigh two hundred. Both of us exercise regularly and watch what we eat. As a result we’re in better shape than most people we know, and look much younger than our chronological age.
Rose and I have a good sex life. We have sex more now than at any time in the last fifteen years. The quality and diversity of our lovemaking has also improved over the last couple of years. Some of the credit for these changes is due to our good feelings about our bodies, and our maturing love for each other as our relationship deepens but the bulk of it probably should go to the pool table in our garage.
Since we bought the table a couple of years ago, Rose and I have spent most of our Friday and Saturday nights playing pool. After a while the games began to get boring, and at some point we began to place bets. I don’t remember who had the idea first, but after a while the bets began to revolve around sex, and soon we had established a regular wager: the loser had to serve as sex slave to the winner that night.
In this manner I finally got to fuck Rose’s cute little ass, and to get her to swallow my come. By the same token, when she wins Rose is not shy about voicing her demands. I have been made to jerk myself off and lick my hand clean, and Rose has fucked me in the ass with a vibrator. We have both come to enjoy these games immensely, and as I say, they have done wonders for our sex life.
Last Friday night I arrived at our nice two-story home in the suburbs to find a strange car blocking my usual parking space. It was a green Japanese luxury car, the type driven by many doctors and lawyers, and I guessed that Rose was entertaining one of her medical colleagues.
As I entered the house I heard voices coming from the living room. One of them was Rose’s and by her tone I could tell that she was either nervous or excited. The other voice was a man’s, and by some instinct I knew that it belonged a particular doctor whom Rose had become friendly with at work. She had talked about him so much that I must admit I had become a little jealous. All that day I had fantasized about what Rose and I would do after our game of pool that evening, and now I could only hope that this guy would leave quickly so we could get on with our fun.
Sure enough, the visitor turned out to be Rose’s favorite doctor, whom she introduced as Stan. I had to admit he was a handsome guy, and somehow I felt at ease with him immediately. He was charming and likeable enough so that I soon forgot my jealousy, and didn’t even mind when Rose asked him to stay for dinner.
During dinner Stan explained that his wife and kids had gone to the beach, about a hundred miles down the coast. He was planning to drive down part of the way that night, stay overnight in a motel and then join them on Saturday afternoon.
When we ran out of vodka and beer, Rose volunteered to go get more. I asked Stan if he wanted to shoot some pool, and he said, “Sure, but I’m not very good.” When Rose got back she mixed us drinks, then declared that she wanted to play the winner. Still thinking of sex, I cleared the table in short order and told her to rack them up. As she did so I asked if our usual wager was good, and she replied, “Absolutely.”
I won the first game and then, as is our custom, asked Rose if she wanted to play double or nothing or best two out of three. She looked at Stan, then gave me a wink and said, “Double or nothing.”
The three of us continued to play pool and drink for several hours. None of us were really drunk, but we were feeling no pain. After the first game, Rose won all the rest. In fact I have never seen her so determined to win. Then, some time around eleven o’clock, Rose announced that she was through kicking our asses and she wanted to get into the hot tub.
As Rose went upstairs to get her robe, Stan said he was going to hit the road. Knowing that he had consumed well over the legal limit of alcohol, and had a long way to drive, I suggested he stay the night. My daughter was staying with friends, and I told him he could use her room. Stan went out to his car to get his suitcase, and when Rose came down in her robe, I told her that he was going to spend the night. She didn’t seem surprised, and in fact suggested that I invite him to get in the hot tub with us.
Stan was up for the hot tub, but said he felt funny about being naked in front of Rose. Jokingly, I told him not to worry once he was in the tub, the swirling water would cover up any shortcomings. I grabbed us a couple of robes and we stripped.
Rose was already in the tub as Stan and I climbed in. Rose invited Stan to sit beside her, saying that she had saved him the best seat in the house. When I reached over to turn on the jets, Rose quickly told me to turn them off, because it was ruining her view. I was just drunk enough so that it didn’t bother me, but Stan looked a little sheepish. He was trying very hard not to look at Rose, who was flashing a lot of boob every time she moved.
We hadn’t been in the tub ten minutes when Rose said she needed a refill on her drink. I offered to get it for her, but she said she would do it herself. With that she slowly stood up and got out of the tub. Stan could not fail to get an eyeful of Rose’s tits, her shaved pussy and her ass.
When Rose came back with her drink she took her sweet time getting in the tub and taking her seat. God, she looked good enough to eat, and my cock was as hard as stone under the swirling water. Rose knew the effect she had on me, and knew I would have a hard-on. It was a pretty good bet that Stan did too.
As Rose sat down again, she reached over and felt my dick, and we both groaned. I think Stan was a little embarrassed, and at this point he said he had to take a leak. As he stood up in the tub it was obvious that he was trying to hide his cock. He was just a little unsteady, and as he climbed out of the tub he started to fall. I reached up to grab him so that he wouldn’t tumble onto the concrete. What happened next must have looked like a slapstick comedy scene. Between my pulling at his arm and him desperately attempting to remain upright, he toppled over, landing with his face smashed against Rose’s chest and one hand clutching at her crotch, while his semi-hard cock was mashed against my face. Luckily the water had softened his landing, so no one was hurt. For a long moment we were all too stunned to move.
After a short hesitation Stan hastened to remove his hand from Rose’s crotch and his face from her chest. I don’t know whether he had chosen the lesser of two evils, or if he wasn’t aware of exactly where his dick had come to rest, but when he moved his upper body the shaft of his now quite hard cock was plastered right across my lips. I’m very quick with the wisecracks, sometimes to my regret, and now as I opened my mouth to make some smart remark, that cock popped right into it. He pulled it away in an instant, but we all knew where it had been.
Stan and I were mortified, but Rose was quick to say, “Well, I guess you’ll have to wait until it goes soft before you can pee now. Next time don’t try so hard to hide it.” We all started to laugh, and she added, “Boy I wish I had a video camera. That was beautiful!”
When he recovered, Stan finally climbed out to go pee. He was less shy this time, and his cock was in plain view as he got out of the tub. As soon as Rose and I were alone, she scooted against me and gave me one very passionate kiss while rubbing my cock. My wife has the sexiest tongue imaginable, and in a flash I was hard. It was a good thing Stan came back quickly, or I would have come right then.
Once Stan was settled back into his seat, Rose wasted no time in reminding us where his cock had been. She remarked that almost all the porn videos we had ever seen had featured two girls going at it, but there never seemed to be any two-guy action. I replied that two girls together was a beautiful and sexy sight, but two guys would not be a turn-on at all. “That’s what you think,” Rose said. “It was so exciting when Stan’s cock slipped into your mouth that I almost came.”Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it into her cunt, saying, “See, I’m still wet.”
Stan groaned out loud. It was obvious that he was in an advanced state of horniness, and so was I, but I was unsure about where things were heading. Rose leaned against me and stuck her magic tongue in my ear, and then asked if Stan and I were going to pay off our bets like men, or welsh like pussies. I told her I was ready to pay off any time, but that I didn’t think Stan had even been aware of what the bet was about.
“Hell,” Stan piped up. “I don’t care what it was about. At this point I’m ready for anything.”
Rose smiled triumphantly and immediately took charge. In a zombie-like state Stan and I followed her into the house and upstairs into our bedroom. Rose stretched out on the bed like a queen and told me to light some candles. Stan just stood there, his cock jutting upwards. Rose began rubbing her tits and pulling on her nipples as he watched her with open mouth. Then she told Stan to suck her tits, and me to eat her pussy. I wasted no time, quickly burying my face in Rose’s juicy crotch, while Stan feasted on her tits. Rose told Stan to bite her nipples hard, and when he did her first orgasm hit almost immediately.
Rose was still coming down from her climax as Stan and I switched places. Normally Rose has an aversion to her own juices and will not kiss me until my face has been wiped dry, but not that night. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me and licking her juices from my lips, panting, “God, I love you!” While we were kissing, Stan brought Rose to her second orgasm.
After that Rose remembered that she was supposed to be in charge, and said we’d better do what she told us if we knew what was good for us. She told us to lie on our backs side by side and stroke our cocks,. but not to come. Like good slaves, we did exactly as our mistress commanded. But it was hard not to come, especially when Rose began sucking first my cock, and then Stan’s, though she was careful not to provide enough stimulation to bring us off.
Finally my wife mounted my cock, reminding me again that I’d better not come until she told me to. Stan was told to keep stroking his cock. Just as I thought I couldn’t hold out any longer, Rose climbed off my cock and slid up until she was astride my face. She swiveled around, and I ate her as she licked her juices from my cock. After a minute she shifted so that my tongue had easy access to her ass, and I licked that tight little hole, then fucked it with my tongue. Rose came again, and I could feel her anus spasm around my tongue.
Stan was still dutifully stroking his cock. Rose climbed off me and proceeded to repeat with Stan what she had just done with me, except that when she got into a 69 with him she told me to eat her ass and to push my tongue in deep. When I did that, she started screaming, saying that she was going to come again and wanted dick. Since I was in the best position, I knelt behind her and brought my cock to her pussy. She was so wet and open that I was balls-deep inside her with one stroke.
Rose’s fourth orgasm was so powerful that she slid from between us, and my cock popped out of her and landed right in Stan’s face. Stan had been so caught up in satisfying Rose’s insatiable lust that for a moment he didn’t notice, and kept licking at my cock as though it was her pussy. By the time he stopped, Rose had turned around and seen what was happening, and she now grabbed my cock and rubbed it across Stan’s lips, then pushed it into his mouth. Before I could react, she put her hands on the side of my face and gave me a blistering kiss, then gently coaxed me down toward Stan’s cock. In the flickering candlelight I could see that it was shiny with Rose’s saliva and purple with excitement. I groaned and slid my mouth over that cock, taking it in deep. Stan came in seconds.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I didn’t come right away. Rose told Stan to keep sucking until I came in his mouth, and she told me to keep sucking Stan’s dick till he was hard again. Stan was doing his best and his mouth felt great, but sometimes I can go for a long time without coming, and this was one of those times. Rose, however, was adamant that Stan taste my come, so to speed things up she got behind me and began to lick my ass. When her tongue penetrated my behind I almost came, but not quite.
Rose got off the bed then, and I heard her open the dresser drawer where we keep the vibrators and sex lube. The coolness of the lube felt good when Rose began rubbing it in my ass. I could feel her using her tongue, and then a finger, to loosen me up. I moaned when she began to push a slender vibrator into my ass. She slid it in deep, then pulled it back out. I felt her applying more lube, and then gasped as I realized that she was putting her large vibrator up there. Rose told me to relax, saying that this vibrator was no bigger than my cock, and that if she could take that, I ought to be able to take this. I did manage to take it, and when Rose turned it on, I swear I saw stars as I came in buckets. My orgasm triggered another from Stan. We swallowed each other’s jism, and when Rose removed the vibrator I rolled away from him with a satisfied sigh.
Rose kissed us both, and we cuddled for a couple of minutes. Then my wife said she wanted to come one more time. I slid down and started to eat her like a man possessed. She was stroking Stan’s semi-hard cock, trying to coax it fully erect again. I moved up to slide my cock inside her, but she had other ideas. She pushed me away and threw her leg over Stan. I began to caress her tits, back and ass as she rubbed his cock up and down her still wet cunt. She bent down to mash her tits against Stan’s chest, and I could see that his cock had stiffened further and was now sliding in and out of her. Rose looked back over her shoulder at me, at the same time reaching back to spread her cheeks. I knew what she wanted. I gave her ass a little lube, and I found no resistance as I sank my cock deep into that tight little hole and began to fuck her. In minutes we were all on the verge. Rose came first, and in the throes of her explosive orgasm she cried out, “I’ll always take the double or nothing!”–B.Y., San Jose, California
One night last month my girlfriend Katie invited me to her house for supper. It was a beautiful fall night, and as I was driving over to her place I was thinking about what the evening might bring. We had only known each other for a short time, and though we had gotten very close to each other, we had never slept together. In fact, Katie had told me that she was a virgin, and she wanted to be completely sure about us, and herself, before taking that step. I knew in my heart that I loved her, and had even expressed my feelings to her on several occasions. She was so tender and caring, and I only wanted to be close to her. The burning desire stirring inside me was evidenced by the changes in my body as I drove. It was hard for me to keep my hands from rubbing the throbbing member that was swelling between my legs.
When I arrived at Katie’s house she greeted me at the door. She was absolutely stunning. As she wrapped her arms around me and her lips met mine, I knew my love for her would only grow stronger. I told her how beautiful she was, and she smiled.
The aroma of the meal she was preparing filled her home and mixed with the scent of her sensuous perfume. She was busy with her cooking, but from time to time she found a moment to come to me and touch me on the shoulder, or lean into me with a warm, seductive kiss. I wanted her so badly, and she knew it.
I admired her in the candlelight as we ate our supper to the sounds of romantic music from the CD player. When I remarked how much I liked a particular song that was playing, she immediately got up and took me by the hand. We danced to the song, and all I could think of was how I wanted all of her. She stirred feelings in me that were really deep and scary. Feelings that I wanted to express to her, and which I felt I could only express by being deep inside her. She pressed close to me as we danced, and sometimes she teased me mischievously, making my hormones even harder to control. She would whisper her fantasies into my ear, telling me how she imagined me touching her and pleasing her–some day. I wondered if she could feel the hardness her words were producing in my pants. I could only wait for the moment when I would be able to fulfill those desires, as well as my own.
In spite of my frustration, I kept telling myself how lucky I was as her big, beautiful blue eyes looked into mine. When she asked me if I would do something for her, my imagination instantly went wild, but all she wanted was my help in taking her air conditioner out of an upstairs window. Of course I agreed–the way I felt about her, I would have flown to the moon and back, if she had asked me. As we climbed the stairs I could only dream of the time when she would lead me up to her boudoir.
As we walked past her bedroom I paused for a moment to glance inside, gazing with a gleam in my eyes at the inviting sight of her large four-poster bed. Katie took me by the hand and led me across the hall, into the room where the air-conditioner was. I helped her remove it and put it up in the attic, and she thanked me for my labor, saying that she was pleased to have a man around the house to do these things for her.
When we passed her bedroom again, I couldn’t resist going in. I told her I was so exhausted from all the hard work that I needed to rest. I lay down on her wide, soft bed, all kinds of images running through my mind of what I would have liked to do with her there. Katie leaned over me and told me I was a bad boy for lying on her bed like that. Matching her teasing tone, I said if I was such a bad boy I should be punished. With that she giggled coyly and reached into the drawer of her bedside table, and I was shocked and amazed to see her pull out a pair of glittering steel handcuffs.
Grinning at me, she said she thought I was right–since I was being so naughty, I needed to be taught a lesson. My hands were already above my head, which made it very easy for her pass the handcuffs through one of the spindles of her headboard, and then fasten each cuff around one of my wrists. I didn’t resist. At this moment I knew I trusted her with my life.
I thought her little game would end right there, but it didn’t. Katie moved to a switch on the wall and dimmed the lights until they were almost off. She then returned and started kissing me. The kisses were deep and sensual, and soon our tongues were thrusting back and fourth, alternately twining together and probing each other’s mouth. I was very excited, and I could tell she was too.
Then her hands began to explore my body, and I drew in my breath as I felt her rub against the hard bulge forming in my jeans. I wanted to reach out and touch her so badly, but the handcuffs kept me firmly in place. I could do nothing but lie there, totally submissive to her touch. The feeling of her hands on me was fantastic. And then she started to unzip my fly.
I could hardly believe it. We had never made love, and yet she was totally seducing me. It felt wonderful to have my hard throbbing cock set free, and now it was in her hand. My body stiffened as the pleasure consumed my entire being. She was rubbing and stroking me while still giving me deep wet kisses, and all I could do was to imagine how that mouth would feel on my cock. And just as that thought crossed my mind, she moved her mouth from my lips down to my hot, aching shaft.
I could have exploded instantly, but I held back as I felt her lick and suck on my cock. It was absolutely the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced. I could feel her tongue as it licked across my swollen vein, while her lips encircled the crown of my erect penis. Then she took it all in, every thick inch. I felt it go deep inside her mouth, my body filling with ecstasy as she sucked it gently. She seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as I was, and I wondered if that was possible.
When I knew that I couldn’t take much more, I told her to stop. She continued with what she was doing until I told her again. Then she moved up, kissed me on the mouth and asked me why I had stopped her. I explained that I was grateful to her for what she was doing, but that I wanted to touch her and please her too. Smiling at me, she told me I was already pleasing her with my pleasure. And with that she returned to my cock again.
The handcuffs around my wrists were pressing into my skin, but I didn’t care. Even the sensation seemed like part of the pleasure. Katie vigorously sucked and licked at my cock, and just when I though it couldn’t get any better, she moved down and began to lick my balls. She could tell from my groans that I was enjoying that, so she continued. She took each ball into her mouth and sucked it gently while bathing it with her tongue.
At this point I knew that I was close to exploding, and Katie felt it too. Releasing my balls, she gave a long lick up the entire length of my dick, and then took the entire shaft into her mouth, her tongue moving over the hard flesh. My whole body shook as I shot my load deep inside her mouth. Katie accepted it with great pleasure, moaning as she swallowed my love juices. The sensation of that release was more intense than anything I could remember.
Katie gave my cock one last kiss, then came back up to me and undid the handcuffs. She lay on the bed beside me and held me as I slowly recovered from what had been an unbelievable orgasm. As we murmured together, I told her how the feeling of being so totally submissive to her had mysteriously added to my pleasure. She said she had enjoyed every moment of it, and that she was thrilled to have made me happy.
I then told her that the only thing I needed to make this experience complete was to be able to please and satisfy her as she had done to me. Katie just smiled at me, and then she reached for the handcuffs, handed them to me and stretched her arms over her head.–B.V., Helena, Montana