“Be ready and dressed when I get there.”
“Yes, master” was all I was allowed to say. I’d gotten via text message what I was supposed to wear and how I was supposed to act. I was trembling with anticipation. I drew a bath and got ready. I put on my master’s favorite perfume and lotion. I dressed in my baby pink lace bra with matching sheer lace boy shorts. Over it I wore a white sheer dress shirt with my pearls. I curled my hair and pulled it back so it was loose, as instructed.
I looked like an innocent virgin. I giggled. I lit the can dles and put on the music. I heard my master’s truck in the driveway and knelt on the blankets I had put on the floor with pillows. The door opened, and I held my breath. There she was: my master, dressed in a black coat and knee-high black bitch boots. She came over to me and walked around me in a circle, with something in her hands. I was still looking down. She put the object under my chin to bring my face up where I could see her.
It’s a paddle!!! Damn! I felt my pussy getting wet. I had my hands in my lap, still kneeling on the floor, when she leaned down, grabbed my head and kissed me roughly. She tasted like strawberries! She released my head and said to keep my eyes on her. I did, as she got up and walked over to the CD player.
She changed the music to an erotic jazz song, and started swaying to the drums. She turned around and opened her coat, reveal ing a black lace bra with hot pink ribbons and a black thong in hot pink trim. It was laced on the sides. I knew all I had to do was pull that ribbon to get me to the sweet est pussy. I wanted it. Now! But no, I had to be patient.
She danced toward me and pushed her swaying ass in my face. Then she turned around, sticking that pussy inches from my mouth. I smelled her already. She was grinning, knowing what I was thinking. She took my head and pushed it in her boobs, then pulled me up.
“You look delicious,” she moaned. “Turn around and let me look.” I turned around and waited for approval. She proceeded to unbutton my shirt, then felt my tits and kissed me. I loved how rough she was. Just like my other master. He wasn’t invited this time. She rubbed down my body. My hands were itching to touch her. But that was off limits.
She parted my legs. As I stood there on trembling legs, she put her hand on my pussy and rubbed through my panties. “Mmm, honey,” she cooed, “you’re ripe and ready for me, aren’t you?”
I was drenched. She licked her fingers. Then she kissed me again—softer, making love to my mouth with her tongue. Her hand again rubbed its way down to my throbbing pussy. She knelt before me and ripped my panties apart. Then she buried her face in my pussy and flicked her tongue across my clit.
Suddenly she stopped. She stood back up and un hooked her bra and rubbed her tits in my face again. I couldn’t help but kiss her hard nipples. Moaning, she arched against my mouth. I sucked on her nipples as hard as I could, then kissed and licked across her chest to the other nipple. I gave it the same attention.
I put my hands on her belly and rubbed my hands down to her thighs and her ass. I hooked my fingers in her thong. I teased her crotch. We kissed again. She grabbed my head and kissed me even harder. She pushed me down on the blanket and rubbed all over my body. She rubbed my breasts and down again to my thighs. She placed her hands on my pussy. She rubbed my clit and inserted her finger deep in my pussy. She licked both my nipples through my lace bra, biting them and driving me crazy.
She knelt over my head her pussy was inches away, with just satin and lace between me and my prize. I lifted my head and licked her pussy through the thong. She moaned.
I asked for permission to service her. She laughed and said yes. She rolled off of me and lay on her back. I quickly got to my knees. I kissed her lips and worked my way down to her neck and her tits. I kissed her belly and worked my way to her hip, then grabbed the ribbon on her thong and pulled, then moved the flim sy garment out of my way and dived into her cunt.
I ate her clit and pussy like I was starving. I sucked real hard on her clit, and real fast. I had her bucking against my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her pussy to my face. She got off continually against my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her come.
She grabbed my head, making me stop, and forced me down on my back. She took her scarves out and tied my hands over my head, and blindfolded me. Then she kissed and nipped my nipples, making them painfully hard. She took my legs and spread them apart. All I could do was feel. I couldn’t touch. Damn!
I felt her breath against my pussy. I heard a sound. She began to lick my pussy again, licking down to my ass. All I could do was moan. She lubed my ass with her tongue, then pushed her vibrator against my ass and slid it in. Oh damn! I bucked. It felt incredible. I had her sweet lips against my clit, her fingers deep in my pussy and her toy in my ass. I came so hard that I screamed and moaned.
She let me relax. All I could do was tremble and wait. She took the blindfold off of me and untied me. Immediate ly I kissed her and tasted my come. She put me on all fours, grabbed her paddle and spanked me hard.
“That is for no patience, little one,” she said, spanking again. “That’s to hear you moan.” I loved it. The way she had me on my knees, she was catch ing my pussy lips too. God, I was going to come again! I did, hard. She laughed and gently kissed me.
She stood up, taking me with her. She hugged me. She gently caressed my ass. “You did well, my slave,” she whispered. “You tasted so good and sweet. You pleasured me so well.”
She got her coat and put it back on. I knew this was the end of this night. I was satisfied, and so was she. I can’t wait until the next time, when I will be in control. My master has taught me well, but it is time for the student to show the master.—S.N., San Antonio, Texas
In the ten years we’ve been married, Bryan has become my slave, eager to do anything I wish. He’ll dress up in any costume I choose—almost always very feminine—without complaint. I normally reward him by letting him have whatever plea sure with me he desires. It’s an even trade, really.
A few weeks ago I got a wild idea I wasn’t 100 percent sure Bryan would go for, but after all, he is my slave. At the office I heard my coworker Robin talking on the phone about having friends over to play cards. I know he’s gay and figured his friends probably were too, so I invited them to our place for their card game.
That Saturday night I told Bryan he’d be entertaining guests. He looked concerned, but he agreed. I dressed him in a tight T-shirt and jeans. Did he look sexy! When the guys arrived, they couldn’t take their eyes off him. When I was ready to share him, I sent him on an errand and had them all undress and stand, hard cocks in hand.
When Bryan returned, he froze. “Bryan,” I said, “It’s time to entertain my friends. Fulfill their every need.”
“Bryan,” said dirty Robin, “why don’t you come here and suck my cock?” Bryan went over, knelt and took Robin’s prick in hand. He pumped it slowly a few times.
“C’mon and suck it,” Robin said, stuffing it down Bryan’s throat. Bryan, giving his first blowjob, was a natural. He sucked Robin like a maniac until he blew his load down his throat. Bryan swallowed it all. Then Ted fucked Bryan’s mouth until he shot his load.
Bernard announced he wanted Bryan’s “cherry ass.” Bryan shot me a look, and I reminded him why he was here. Ber nard bent him over the kitch en table, lowered his jeans, and used a gob of butter from the butter dish for lube. Bryan tensed as Bernard, behind him, placed his cockhead at his entrance. Ber nard shoved his way in, and Bryan quickly started to moan.
With Bernard sawing away at Bryan’s ass, I suddenly felt a hand traveling up the back of my skirt and fondling my ass and pussy. It was Robin! He put a finger to his lips and said, “Shh.” I hadn’t planned on this happening!
Bernard’s mer ciless ass-fucking of Bryan reached a climax when he shot his huge, salty load deep into his bowels. He pulled out, and immediately Don took over drilling Bryan’s ass. Robin had my skirt up to my waist and my panty crotch yanked aside so he could fuck my pussy. Bryan couldn’t see what was going on, and I hoped Robin would hurry before Bryan did see.
Luckily, just as Don came, so did Robin. He shot his first few spurts inside me be fore I pulled away. I pushed my skirt back down and adjusted my panty crotch before slapping him on the chest, scolding him for what he did. I told the guys it was time to go, so I could put Bryan, who was splattered over the table, to bed.
After they were gone, I helped Bryan to our room, where he fucked me like a man possessed. When he asked why I was so wet, I said it was from the excitement of the evening. He believed me. I think we’ll do it all again real soon.—C.N., Providence, Rhode Island
I’m a 52-year-old man who loves being a slave to my wife. It started about a year and a half ago, when she walked in on me jacking off with my finger up my ass. She said she’d love to see me get off, so I kept at it till I shot all over myself. She said to lick it up, so I did, which got me hard again!
She said to jack off again while she filmed it. This time she said to try to shoot it in my mouth when I got off. I lifted my ass off the bed with pillows, jacked off as hard as I could, and when I got off, I landed most of it in my mouth. She was so hot, she had three fingers in her pussy and got herself off.
Two days later when I got home from work I found my wife and our neighbor Rae watching the movie of me jacking off! I didn’t know what to say or do. My wife said to strip for them. Now Rae is one fine-looking lady, and I said I couldn’t strip in front of her. My wife said if I did, she’d make sure I was rewarded.
So I took off my pants. Rae said to start jacking off real slow. While I did, they got real close and both put their hands all over me. Rae said to bend over so she could see my asshole and balls. She went in the kitchen and brought back a small cucum ber, which she worked up my ass. I kept jacking off, and they told me to shoot my wad on the table, which I did. When I got done, they said to lick it all up. I did.
Rae was so horny, she rushed home to fuck her man. My wife said from now on I was her slave
That Friday night I got home late from work and found my wife and Rae there waiting for me, but this time they had a black man there too, Rae’s coworker Richard. He wanted me to suck his dick. I’ve often dreamed of doing such a thing.
When he pulled it out, I couldn’t believe how big it was. Rae said to lick it while they watched. Once I got it hard, Rae said to bend over so I could take it up the ass. My wife had her finger in her pussy while Richard fucked me hard. Believe me, at first I had him go slow, but even tually I asked for him to go deeper. After about ten minutes, Richard pulled out and shot in my mouth.
As I followed Rae into the other room, she said to lay on the floor so everyone could tell me what they wanted me to do while they filmed it. First my wife said to oil up my ass and put three fingers in it, then work them in and out for a while. Then Rae said to jack off real slow but don’t get off.
After a while Richard took my fingers out and put his dick in me again. Rae told him to fuck me hard. When he shot his wad, he put his dick deep in my mouth and I licked him clean. When I got off in my hand, my wife had me rub it all over my face.
Before Richard left, he fucked my wife real hard. He took the movie with him and said he’s going to bring friends over for me to suck off and watch fuck my wife. —M.J., Hammond, Indiana
Carol and I laid back on the grass reading. We were out of town on a long weekend. The breeze was warm, and the sky was blue. We split a bottle of wine. After a while I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of Carol laughing. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw her having a conversation with a man sitting beside her. He was tall, about six-four, and obviously took good care of himself. He had the body of an athlete.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” she said when she noticed I was awake. “This nice man rescued my book from falling off me when I started to drift off to sleep. He’s from Memphis too.”
“Wow, small world,” I said. “Thank you for picking up Carol’s book.”
“No problem, man,” he said with a smile. “I like to do whatever I can to help a beautiful woman in need. I’m Jesse, by the way. Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it.
“Jesse was just telling me about a great club he went to last night,” Carol said. “It sounds really exciting. We’ll be going tonight.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
Jesse looked at me with a smile and said, “You’re lucky to have a woman like Carol. You just make sure you’re keeping her happy.”
“Oh, I always do my best,” I said. Carol laughed a little, and Jesse walked away.
That night we went to the club Jesse had told Carol about. It was a fun place, with great music, everybody having a good time. Carol dressed very sexy, which I like when we go out. She had on a short dress with tiny thong panties and no pantyhose. When she danced, her ass showed as she moved. Whenever she leaned over, she showed off her ample cleavage.
At our table we ordered drinks and took in the sight of all those people having a great time. Suddenly, there was Jesse!
“Well, hello, you!” Carol said with a big smile. “Why, fancy meeting you here!”
Jesse smiled back and said, “Well, don’t you look gorgeous tonight. Let me get a look at you.”
Carol stood up and spun around for him, her dress flying up to reveal her sexy ass. “Mmm, you look fabulous,” he said, laughing.
“Glad you like it,” she said. Then she turned to me and said, “Jesse’s here all alone. How about he joins us, and I can dance with him tonight?”
“Of course, Carol,” I said. “Have fun.”
She grabbed his meaty hand and led him off to the dance floor while I sat at the table alone. Three or four songs went by, and their drinks had arrived, but they were still gone. Getting concerned, I got up and pushed through the crowd to the dance floor. I couldn’t be lieve what I saw.
Carol was bent over in front of Jesse, grinding her ass into his crotch. Then she stood up. Still facing away from him, she threw her head back onto his shoul der. He ran his hands all over the front of her. They continued to dance like that as I tried to get her attention to tell her that their drinks were getting warm at the table. When she finally saw me, she mouthed, “I can’t hear you,” and turned away.
I went back to the table and sat. After about a half hour they came back. She was glowing with sweat. He looked cool and confident and in control.
“Whew, that was fun!” she said as she threw herself down in the chair. Jesse stood next to her with his hand on her shoulder. “It takes so long for that waitress to bring drinks,” she said. “Go to the bar and get Jesse and I fresh drinks.”
There was a crowd at the bar, and I waited a long time for the drinks. When I got back to the table, Jesse was in my seat. He had his arm around Carol, and she was sitting close to him with her hand on his leg. I put the drinks down and waited for Jesse to give up the seat.
“Thanks, man,” he said, making no move to get up. I stood there awkwardly as they laughed and flirted. I couldn’t hear anything they were saying over the music.
After about an hour and several more trips to the bar made by me for drinks for the two of them, Carol took Jesse by the hand, stood up and said, “Let’s get out of here. Jesse’s invited us back to his room.”
We went outside and got a cab. Somehow I ended up in the front with the driver while Carol and Jesse sat close together in back. They whispered and laughed the whole way back to the hotel.
Jesse had a suite, much nicer than our room. It had a full bar! “Make Jesse and I another drink!” Carol said to me. I went over to the bar and mixed the cocktails. When I returned with the drinks, she was laughing again. “Just let me see it,” she said, giggling. “I felt it all night on the dance floor. Now I want to see it.”
“Well,” Jesse said, “if you want to see it, go ahead and take it out.”
“All right, then, I will,” she said. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Then my wife unzipped his pants and reached inside them.
“Ohmygod!” she gasped. She took her hand out and grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear, and he lifted up so she could pull them down. The cock that sprung out was enormous, probably the longest I’ve seen, and so thick, her hand couldn’t go all the way around it! She looked at me and said, “Well, bitch? Have you ever seen anything like this? It’s amazing!”
That was the first time she called me “bitch” in front of anyone else. She was clear ly proud to clue Jesse in that I was her bitch and would do anything she told me.
“Really, Jesse, this is incredible,” she said. “Bitch, isn’t this the biggest cock you’ve seen?” She waved his giant pole as she spoke.
“Yes, dear,” I said.
“It’s so much bigger than yours,” she said, laughing and pointing at me. “Take yours out so Jesse can see how much bigger he is.”
“I think we all know he’s got a big dick,” I said.
“Of course he has a big dick,” she said. “Now I want him to see how much bigger he is than you. Now!”
Carol must have forgotten that she’d ordered me to wear black panties under my pants that night. I began taking off my clothes. When it came to lowering my pants, I hooked my panties as well and started to slide them down so they would remain hidden in my pants. She would have none of that, and with a strong clearing of her throat made it clear that my panties were to stay in place until all of my other clothing had been removed.
Finally I was standing nude except for my panties, with my cock as erect as it could be inside them. “Well,” Carol said, “it looks like my little bitch is excited by your cock too, Jesse.” He smiled and shook his head a little.
“What a difference,” she said. “It’s amaz ing that two men can be so different.”
Without further discussion she lowered her head to his big cock and sucked him in front of me. She couldn’t fit much in her mouth. I watched her bob up and down, lips stretched obscenely around it. Both hands were wrapped around it, stroking it as her head went up and down.
The sucking didn’t go on for long. Carol got up and, standing in front of Jesse, let her dress slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, turned around and bent over, show ing him her ass. The wet spot on her panties was hard to miss. She slipped them off. Her freshly shaved pussy glistened with wetness.
She climbed on top of him and rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. She eased herself down on him, allowing her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. When she had him fully inside her, she began to move up and down. Her pussy lips clung to his shaft, stretched wider than they ever had been.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod!” she cried. “This is incredible. It’s never felt like this before!” Then to me she said, “Bitch, are you seeing this? Come closer and watch. See what a big cock can do for me that your little one can’t.”
I crawled closer on my knees, until I was in front of the couch getting a close-up view of Carol being fucked by Jesse’s big cock.
“Lick my ass while I fuck him,” she yelled. “Now!”
I brought my lips to her ass and began licking and kissing. Although it obviously wasn’t my proudest moment, I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life.
“That’s right, bitch,” she barked, “lick my ass while Jesse fucks me for real.”
They changed position to doggie-style with me pinned underneath them, which put me in position to lick Carol’s clit while she was fucked. Sometimes when I licked her clit, I felt his shaft sliding against my tongue in the process. In this position my own hard cock was just below her mouth, but she ignored it completely.
He fucked her hard, the way she loves it. Soon she began to come. “Oh Jesse, fuck me hard! Like a real man fucks a woman! God! Ahhhh!” She came so hard, she even squirted. The warm liquid showered my face. I’d never seen her do that.
They continued to fuck in different positions for almost an hour. She came more than once. I was amazed at his stamina and control, to fuck so hard and so long without coming.
Finally it was his turn to come. “Come for me, baby!” she coaxed. “I want to feel your hot load shooting deep in my pussy. Fill me up!”
He thrust a few more times, finally burying himself as deep in my wife’s pussy as he could. I saw his cock pulse as he pumped his juice in her. When he pulled out, his cock was coated with come and her juices. They caught their breath.
Carol saw me sitting on the floor, my cock still throbbing. “Oh my little bitch, you must feel so left out,” she said. “Come on over here.”
I came closer to them.
“I want you to be part of this,” she said. “You’ve always been so good with your tongue. Now be a good bitch and clean us up, starting with Jesse.”
Jesse was lying on his back on the floor with Carol cuddled up beside him, her head on his chest. His cock was still hard. I knelt next to him, taking his cock in my hand. I was stunned by the weight of it. I began to lick and suck the juices off it. Carol directed my efforts with words of praise and encouragement. “Such a good bitch,” she said.
Then she said, “Now lie on your back.” I did, and as she lowered her pussy to my mouth, a drip of juices slid out of her onto my lips. I licked it from my lips and swal lowed. I licked and sucked her lovely pussy, and soon she came, sending more of their juices into my mouth.
As Carol sat on my face, she reached down and took my cock in her hand. “I’ve never seen you so hard before, my bitch. This really turned you on, didn’t it?”
Sheepishly, I nodded.
“Perhaps it would be best to relieve some pressure in those little balls of yours,” she said. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes, dear,” I said, “I’m sure you’re right.”
“Okay,” she said, climbing off me. “Bring your cock here. And don’t forget the lube.”
I retrieved the items she asked for from her bag. She sat and watched. Jesse’s eyes were glued to the scene.
“Come on, bitch,” Carol said. “Get in position.”
I positioned myself on my hands and knees so my cock was over her pussy, with my backside toward her chest, her legs running between my knees. She likes this position, as it allows me to worship her legs and feet orally while I use my dick at her direction.
“Suck my toes, bitch,” she said, “while I prepare your hole.” She applied a dab of cocoa butter to my ass and massaged it in and around with her finger. In no time she had me ready to begin.
Carol inserted her vibrator in my ass, then said, “Come for us, and don’t you dare let a drop land anywhere except on my pussy.”
I reached back and used the vibrator on my ass. Carol gave me direction and encouragement, and in no time my cock was dripping with precome. She kept me at it until I shot my load, covering her pussy with a thick shiny coat. She had me lick her clean. When I was done, she ordered me on my knees. She brought Jesse over and stood him in front of me, his cock soft now but still pretty big.
“Don’t you think you should thank Jesse for satisfying your wife?” she said.
So I thanked Jesse.
“Now take his cock in your mouth and get it hard. Then go back to the chair in the corner and watch.” He swelled in my mouth as I sucked him. When he was fully hard, I went back and sat down and watched them fuck all night long.
In the morning, Carol and I finally made it back to our room. She sat down on the bed next to me and said, “You know I needed that.”
I said, “Yes, dear.”
“You’re a good bitch,” she said. “You understand that sometimes I need a man who can take control and pound me till I explode.” She lowered me back on the bed. “That’s my good bitch,” she said as she lowered her dripping pussy to my mouth.—G.N., Memphis, Tennessee
I escorted my friend Jen to visit a business associate of hers named Mr. Harris. He was old enough to be her father, but Jen had confided in me that even though he was happily married, he still flirted openly with her.
Jen wore the same thing she wore the last time she visited Mr. Harris, a dark green leather jacket and a short black skirt with no nylons and sexy black high heels. Her hair was long, and she wore a pair of stud earrings, and around her neck an elegant single string of pearls. Jen was happily married too and viewed me as a close friend and someone she could confide in.
When we arrived at Mr. Harris’s house, we were shown into his den. Waiting for him to arrive, Jen was nervous and eager, and kept shifting in her chair. Finally the door opened, and there he was. He sat down and had Jen sit next to him. He proceeded to put his hand on her leg and slide her skirt up her long legs. She let him do whatever he wanted.
He told her to stand up and strip. As if in a trance, she rose and faced him and unbuttoned her leather jack et, then took it off and let it drop to the floor. He told her to take off her bra and show him her large breasts. With out hesitation she reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let it drop, leaving her standing before him bare-breasted. Without being told, she slid her skirt down, and then her panties, and stepped out of them. All she had on now was her pearls and the black high heels.
Mr. Harris told me to leave the room so they could be alone. Jen looked at me, almost begging me to under stand, and I stood up and walked toward the door. Just then Jen asked me to take something with me, and took off her pearls and the rings from her fingers and handed them to me. As I left the room, Mr. Harris opened his robe and Jen straddled his penis and slid up and down it.
Even outside the room I heard Jen moan and groan as she rode her friend’s hard-on, giving herself to him totally. I sat in the living room in disbelief. Then Mr. Harris quite loudly ordered Jen onto her hands and knees, and I didn’t hear her say a word. I wondered what power he held over her that she would freely give herself to him.
They were in the den for over an hour. Then the door swung open and Mr. Harris emerged with a smile on his face. He said Jen was fresh ening up, and I could go back in. When I entered the room, Jen was laying on the floor with her legs open as wide as possible. I walked over to her, and she looked up at me with a smile and asked if I wanted to screw her. I was torn between my animal lust and my feelings for my good friend.
The lust won out, and I stripped and mounted her and fucked her as hard as I could. I kissed her deeply and felt her tongue in my mouth. We French-kissed for several minutes. She seemed like an animal in heat. The harder I fucked her, the more she wanted. The time she spent with Mr. Harris had really turned her on, and now she wanted more than the old man could give her. We fucked hard for over an hour, then got dressed and left his house and returned to the hotel without saying a word. —L.S., Glendale, California
It started about eight months ago. The wife and her girlfriends play cards on Mon day nights while the other husbands watch Monday Night Football. I’m not into sports so I stay out in my garage and work on my old cars. I came in to get a beer and heard the girls talking about tight butts. I went in to offer them a beer, but evidently they’d already had quite a few. My wife told the girls to check out my butt, and her friend Ellen slapped my ass and said it was great. Then all six of them at the table had to feel my ass. I started to get hard.
Ellen, Yvonne and Leslie all work with my wife, while Faye and Deb work in an other office. Ellen and Faye both have nice bodies, while Yvonne and Leslie are small but have big tits. Deb and my wife are a little bit bigger but not fat. They were all having fun and said they would love to see my ass. I looked at my wife, and she said, “Go ahead.”
I pulled down my pants and bent over. You could have heard a pin drop. Ellen put her hand on my ass and rubbed it. I was getting harder by the second. Faye said to turn around so she could check out the package. Again I looked at my wife, and she said it was okay. When I did, you should have seen their eyes. My seven-and-a-half inch cock goes up to almost ten inches when it’s hard. It was about nine inches then.
Yvonne said she never saw one so big. The rest of the girls said they wanted to touch it, and I let them. By the time they were done, it was as hard as a rock and ten inches long. My wife said to pull my pants back up and get them a beer. Deb said she needed two after seeing that big cock.
When I returned with the beers, the girls asked me if I’d do whatever my wife said. I said yes.
My wife said, “Leave now, bitch, and go jack off.”
I could hardly wait to get to the garage to jack off, and stayed out there until they all left. When I came back in, my wife said that was the most turned on she’s ever been. She took me in the bedroom and fucked me for three hours. She said that after I left the room, the girls asked her to tell me to do different things next time they play cards. She told them they could take turns telling me, one a week.
By the time Monday came around, I was ready to be their bitch. They drew cards to see who went first, and Ellen won. When I walked in the room, she told me to take off all of my things. After I got naked, she looked me up and down and said to go shave my balls and all around them.
I was so hard, I thought I was going to get off, but I didn’t. When I returned, I saw all the girls checking me out. Ellen told me to go get some oil, and when I came back in, she said to rub it all over my balls and cock, then to keep rubbing it up and down my cock. All the girls were loving it. Ellen told me how fast to rub, but added, “Don’t get off.” She said she always wanted to see a man jack off for her.
Ellen said to go over to the coffee table and jerk off on it. All the girls were stand ing around the table shouting for me to jack off fast er. When I got off, I almost passed out! Then Ellen said to lick it all up. I had never tasted my own come. I bent over and licked it all up while the girls shouted gleefully.
Ellen said to go and get cleaned up and come back. When I got back, Leslie and Faye were gone. I asked where they went, and Ellen said, “They had to go home to fuck their husbands.” All the rest of the night I served drinks in the nude. That night my wife fucked me hard again and said, “Thanks for being there, bitch.”
The next week Faye won and said to strip and bend over in front of all of them so they could see my asshole. Then she pulled a strap-on out of a sack and put it on. She said her husband is always trying to fuck her in the ass. She poured some oil down my ass and started to put it in. I told her I hadn’t ever done this, and she said to shut up.
It took some getting used to, I can tell you, but I took the whole thing, and the girls loved it.
She went fast, then real slow. She said to jack off for them at the same time. She bent me over the arm of the chair and fucked me good, then said to come in my hand. I did. They watched real close while I ate it. When she pulled out of me, it felt so good, I just laid there.
The next week they said they had a surprise for me. When I walked in the room, there was a man sitting at the table. My wife said it was a coworker of Faye and Deb, and he’s gay. Faye told me to show Richard what I had, so I stripped for him. I never did anything with a man before. He grabbed my balls and asked if I would suck him. I figured I’d give it a try.
He said to unzip his pants and check him out. He stood up, and I pulled out the fattest cock I’ve ever seen. It must have been twice as big around as mine. He said to lick it. The girls were telling me to suck it hard. I couldn’t get it all in my mouth, so I licked it all over. Richard said to lick his asshole. I did for about 15 minutes until his cock was really hard.
Richard said to bend over the chair. The girls were rub bing my body all over and pouring oil down my ass. I thought it was going to rip me apart, but the more I moaned, the more the girls loved it. He was pumping me hard when my wife got down and started to suck my cock. My God, that was the best feeling I have ever felt. I got off over and over again. He pulled out of my ass and went around to my mouth and shot a load in me. I licked him all clean while the girls watched. He thanked me and left.
Next week my wife said I’m going to take on three black men for them.—R.H., Kansas City, Missouri
As an offshore oil worker, I’m away a lot. With a 110-mile commute, I’m only home a few days a month. But the money is awesome. Sadly, that’s not enough to satisfy my nympho wife. Rachel can’t help herself. She can’t go even a day or two without getting fucked. She’s spread her legs for hundreds of guys over the years.
Early in our relationship her escapades pissed me off, espe cially when I found out that several of my friends had fucked her. I knew I couldn’t expect somebody like Rachel to wait for me patiently at home for the better part of each month. I even considered quitting my job. But as I say, the pay was too good. Then one night, when I got home about 12 hours ahead of schedule, we found a solution to our problem.
It was around seven in the evening when I pulled up to my house and saw a strange pickup parked in the driveway. It was no real surprise when I walked in the front door to find Rachel bent over the sofa getting ass-fucked by a guy with long hair. To top it off, she didn’t even tell him to stop when she saw me.
I didn’t know what to do, so I just threw down my hat and stomped off to the bedroom while Rachel let the guy continue. When they finished and he left, she came in the bedroom with a pathetic look on her face. I was nude, with an aching hard-on from seeing her being fucked, and with totally mixed emotions.
“I’m sorry,” she said quiet ly, hanging her head. “I just can’t help myself.” I looked at her and saw that she was a well-fucked mess, her make up smeared and hair a wreck, with the stranger’s come dribbling from both holes down her inner thighs.
“Come here,” I said, and she walked to where I was sitting on the bed. She reached for my cock, but I slapped her hand away and grabbed her wrists. “Not yet,” I growled. “First you’re going to take your punishment for being unfaithful.”
She looked at me uncomprehendingly. “Get over my knees,” I said.
She looked at me again, with a strange glimmer in her eye. Then she gave a little shiver and draped herself across my lap, her head hanging down and her fresh-fucked ass sticking up. I saw the guy’s come leaking from her stretched hole.
I began smacking her ass. She jumped and gave a startled cry but didn’t try to escape. I hit her on both buttocks over and over, and she continued to cry out, but she didn’t ask me to stop. She looked up at me once, her face at once pleading and submissive, but her eyes glowing then she turned her head back down, waiting for me to continue.
I got another surprise when she suddenly began to shake with climax, right there on my lap. When I thought she was finished, she came some more, and at that point I lost it. As she was still twitching in orgasm, I stood up and laid her face down on the bed, then got on top of her and slammed my cock in her ass. The bed shook and creaked, and the room was filled with passionate sounds from us both. I finished quickly, shoot ing in her tender ass.
When we finally caught our breath, we had a long heartfelt talk, the result of which was that Rachel had my permission to fuck other guys as long as she was ready to take her punishment in the form of a good spanking whenever I came home. This agreement more than satisfied both of us, and now we have no more problems.—Coquitlam, British Columbia
I had been pulled over once again. Maybe it was because of the nice car I was driving. Or maybe it was because of my race. Or maybe I had actually been speeding, though I didn’t think so. I could only hope that the cop that had stopped me wasn’t a born-again racist. Or even worse, a black officer who was prejudice against his own kind.
Well, as it turned out, the cop who soon appeared at my car window had light blonde hair, large round tits and a body that even her drab police uniform couldn’t spoil. It was as if her sole mission was to escort me to the gates of heaven. I had never been so happy to be pulled over before.
“Do you know how fast you were driving?” she asked me, frowning. I replied that I was not aware that I had been going over the speed limit. This seemed to set her off for no apparent reason. ” I hate drivers like you,” she told me. “Just because you have a nice car, you think you own the highway. This is a public road, not the Indy 500. I need your license and registration, mister.”
Well, I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her, but I didn’t say anything. For one thing she was fine to look at, and for another thing I couldn’t afford to get a ticket, or to go to jail. And I knew better than to talk back to anyone with a gun.
After examining my license and registration, this sexy cop then asked me to step out of my car. When I did so, she said I was acting suspiciously, and that she needed to search the car. Which she did. I wasn’t worried, as I knew there was nothing incriminating there.
“What do we have here?” she said after a minute, and I saw that she was holding up a bag of weed, which I knew damn well wasn’t mine. I don’t even smoke weed, and if I did I damn sure wouldn’t be rolling around with it in my car, which was already a cop magnet. I just looked at her. I knew she had planted it, and she knew that I knew. But I also knew it wouldn’t make any difference. I figured she was trying to make her quota, and was going to arrest me come hell or high water.
She told me to turn around then, and cuffed my hands behind me. She then patted me down to make sure I had no weapons, and escorted me to the back of her cop car.
We drove around for what seemed like forever, until we arrived at secluded wooded area, where she stopped. I had no idea where we were, and I was suddenly afraid that instead of arresting me she meant to do something worse, like beat me up, or maybe even shoot me and leave me there.
She came around and opened the door, telling me to get out. “I brought you out here to teach you a lesson,” she told me. “You have to learn to show some respect for the law, and for the police.”
I was practically trembling now, but my fear turned to puzzlement when she pulled out her keys and uncuffed me. Then almost immediately she cuffed me again, this time to the outside rear-view mirror on the driver’s side. She then proceeded to frisk me again, this time paying special attention to my crotch and my ass. In fact her right hand kept returning to my dick, grabbing it through my pants and rubbing it until a large bulge formed in my trousers.
I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I wouldn’t have stopped her even if I could as she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. And a minute later she was down on her knees, taking my dick in her mouth. I heard her mumble something around my flesh, but I couldn’t hear what it was, and I didn’t give a damn. What she was doing felt too fucking good. She wrapped her tongue around the head of my tool as she sucked on my throbbing shaft. My knees gave way, and I almost fractured my cuffed wrist before I could steady myself.
Then she pulled her mouth away and stood up. One hand went down inside her pants, and her breath came faster as she rubbed herself there. When she spoke her voice was unsteady.
“I bet you’ve always wanted to fuck the police,” was what she said.
Hell, I’d been wanting to fuck the police my whole life, although I had never thought about it quite that literally.
“I want you to fuck the police now,” she said then. She pulled her hand out of her pants and reached for her keys again, and a minute later I was free.
If that’s what she wanted, that’s what she was going to get. I walked around behind her and put my arms around her from the back, with my hardness pressed up against her ass. I moved her over to the front of the car and pushed her down over the hood. “You look like you’re hiding some ass and some good pussy in that uniform, officer,” I told her. “I might have to frisk you thoroughly with my own personal nightstick.” I then pulled her pants down until they covered her police boots, and found that this police officer was wearing no panties.
“Oh yes, fuck the police!” she moaned. Her face was resting against the hood, her hands spread out on either side of her. On impulse I took the handcuffs from her belt and quickly secured her wrists in back of her.
“How does it feel to be arrested, officer?” I asked her, and she moaned again. I pushed her legs apart and teased her opening a bit with the head of my dick. “You have the right to remain silent, you know,” I said. But she didn’t she cried out with pleasure as I thrust myself into her sexy body, and she continued to do so, thrusting back at me as I proceeded to fuck her as hard as I could.
The car rocked with our fucking, and she came at least twice before it was over. But just as I was about to erupt into that squirming body, another cop car pulled up right behind us, flashing its lights and sounding its siren.
It looked like I was about to go to jail after all. But then, I guess I should have known”"nobody fucks the cops and gets away with it, right?”"Name and address withheld
I’m a fairly good-looking 28-year-old woman with thick dark brown hair and olive skin. I’m five feet seven and 125 pounds, with 36B tits, a nice round butt and good legs.
My friend Dorothy works for a theatrical agency, and her office is always entertaining show business honchos from all over the world. Sometimes I go with her to the frequent parties given by her office, and they are usually a lot of fun, though not always. Meeting famous people can be fascinating, but they can also be boring sometimes.
On the morning after one of those parties, as Dorothy and I were having a cup of coffee at her place, she told me that one of the male guests at the party the night before had shown a real interest in me. In fact, she said, he had told her he would pay good money for the chance to have sex with me.
I was surprised, and very flattered as well. Dorothy said he had offered 1500, and the idea of getting that much money for something so enjoyable as sex gave me a huge thrill. So after some thought and further discussion, I told Dorothy to tell him I’d do it the next time he was in town.
About two weeks later Dorothy called and said that the man, who I will call Rex, was going to be in town the following week. “But there’s a catch,” she told me. “He now says he wants you to be tied naked to the bed, wearing only a pair of sheer black stockings.”
Well, this was a little different. But even though it was kinky it still sounded exciting, so after only the briefest of hesitations I said okay. Dorothy said she would set it up for the following Friday night.
On that day I showered and shaved my pussy bare. I had been tingling with excitement all day in anticipation of what was to come that night.
I met Dorothy an hour before the scheduled appointment at the designated motel. Dorothy helped me undress, and my pussy throbbed as she tied me to the bed, wearing only a pair of black stockings, as requested.
“That’s a cute body you have there,” Dorothy said. “I’m sure your customer is going to love it.” Her use of the word “customer” made me realize that my body was about to become merchandise. Somehow it only added to my excitement.
” I wish I was a guy right now,” Dorothy added. “Because you look good enough to screw.”
We both giggled, but I was so aroused I could barely stand it. “Well, if you want you can give it a feel,” I said to her.
Dorothy asked if I was serious, and when I nodded she reached down to rub my wet snatch. Soon her fingers were inside me. I found myself humping her hand, as well as I could in my bound position, until she pulled back, saying “Whoa, let’s not get your little whore body too heated up there.” My best friend had just called me a whore, and in some weird way I liked it.
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Dorothy answered it, letting Rex inside. He was tall and dark-skinned, about 45 or 50, and still very good looking. I knew he was married, but I didn’t care if he didn’t.
I saw him hand Dorothy some money, and I expected her to leave then, but to my surprise she didn’t. Rex now turned to me, his eyes devouring my helpless body. His lecherous expression told me he was hungry for me.
“You’re mine now,” he said, smiling wolfishly as he walked to the bed, while Dorothy sat down in a chair to watch me got fucked.
I quivered as Rex pinched my erect nipples then squeezed my tits. His hand found its way to my bald pussy, and he moaned appreciatively as he discovered how excited I was.
“Looks like she’s ready,” Dorothy said. Rex nodded, then got on the bed.
He didn’t even bother to undress. As he climbed on my shivering body he unzipped his fly, pulled out his very big tool and began searching for my entrance. I thought about asking him to wear a condom, but I thought better of it. He had paid for me and I was his, however he wanted me.
He then slammed into me with one hell of a hard thrust that had me crying out with pleasure. He immediately began thrusting at me mercilessly, his hands sliding under me to grip my ass as he hammered into me.
I was moaning with excitement, responding to his assertive and aggressive manner as much as to the sensation of his big dick inside me. “Give it to her, Rex,” I could hear Dorothy saying. “Fuck her good. Look how she loves it!” ‘ And then she was beside me on the bed, rubbing my breasts as Rex pounded into me.
“You love it, don’t you, kitten?” Dorothy asked me. Still moaning, I just nodded in response. Dorothy was really getting off on this, I thought to myself. But then, so was I.
“What a slut,” Dorothy went on, leaning down to my ear, “Does it feel good, baby? How is it? I love seeing you getting fucked like this. I bet you want more, don’t you, baby? You want more customers, don’t you? Lots of them.”
I was so turned on by then that words can’t describe it. I screamed like crazy as I came and came like a dam bursting.
Dorothy kissed me then as Rex kept working me over. As I kissed her back she reached down to rub my clit, which drove me even crazier.
At that point I heard Rex groan and felt him flooding me with his warm sperm. It felt marvelous!
When he pulled out of me he didn’t say a word. He just dressed and left, thanking Dorothy on the way out.
When he was gone Dorothy asked me if I wanted her to untie me. I just shook my head no, and she smiled and kissed me. Then she moved down between my legs, licking and sucking every drop of Rex’s sperm out of my tender, well-fucked pussy, and giving me another orgasm in the process.
Now I work for Dorothy as her own personal “entertainer.” She sells my body to her clients, and I give it to her for nothing. It’s the perfect arrangement.”"F.N., Los Angeles, California
It started innocently enough, with a typical Wednesday night at home. As I watched the evening news and read the newspaper, my wife Emily fixed us a simple dinner. Afterwards I went back to the living room as Emily cleaned up. We had no plans for the evening, and I figured we would just watch some television, then head to bed.
It was about 7:30 when Emily joined me in the living room. But instead of sitting down, she suddenly spoke to me in a commanding voice, ordering me into the bedroom. When my surprise made me hesitate, she repeated loudly, “Go into the bedroom like I told you, and don’t talk back to me!”
My wife knew that I often got turned on when she gave me orders, but this had been unexpected. Following her instructions, I walked down the hallway to our bedroom and sat on the edge of our bed. My mind was racing, wondering what my sexy wife had in mind.
“Now do as I tell you,” she said to me. “I want you to strip for me and lie down on the bed. And don’t ask me any questions or you’ll regret it.”
I quickly stood up and removed my clothes. Her take-charge attitude was very arousing, and I enjoyed following her stern orders. As I undressed, Emily went into our walk-in closet and closed the door. Once I was completely naked I lay back on the bed, my cock standing straight up as I waited to see what she would do.
When Emily came out of the closet she was dressed in a low-cut red top and a short gray skirt, and she looked fabulously sexy. Her breasts were pushed out by a special bra which put a good part of them on display, and her shapely legs looked very sexy in her tan pantyhose.
On occasion Emily and I had experimented with a little light bondage. She would tie me up while she used her vibrator on herself, and would drive me crazy as she told me how wonderful her pussy felt. Afterwards she would untie me and we would fuck like crazy.
Now she walked over to the nightstand beside the bed and took out the ropes we kept there. Without saying a word, she tied my legs together at the ankles, then just below my knees, and finally just above them. She tied them much more firmly than she ever had before, which I must admit excited me. She then tied my hands together at the wrists, and finally secured my arms to my body, so that they were completely immobile.
I loved the feeling of helplessness, and I couldn’t help asking her what she was going to do next. She just shook her head at me.
“You spoke against my orders,” she said sternly. “I said no talking, didn’t I?” And with that she took a satin belt from one of her robes and tied it across my mouth as a gag. This was a new twist, and my mind was spinning with questions, but all I could do was look at her helplessly, my hard cock still standing upright.
To my surprise, Emily then walked out of the room. Moments later she returned, with her coat in her hands. “I plan on enjoying myself tonight,” she told me. “I will see you when I get home”"whenever that may be.” And with that she left again. A few moments later I heard the sound of her car starting up outside.
I couldn’t believe she had actually gone off and left me. My first thought was that she would just drive around for a few minutes and then come back, or maybe go to a local bar for a drink. But an hour went by, and then two hours. I was going crazy with wild and sexy thoughts about what she might be doing.
Finally, after four long hours, I heard the sound of her car pulling up, and a few minutes later heard her come in. As she walked into the bedroom, she did not say a word. She simply walked up to the bed and laid her bra across my stomach.
My heart was racing. Why was she no longer wearing her bra, and where had she been? I then noticed that she was no longer wearing her pantyhose either. Still without speaking, she then proceeded to take off the remainder of her clothes. Only then did she finally speak.
“I will remove the gag now, if you promise not ask any questions,” she told me. “I will tell you all about my evening when I am ready to tell you, and not before. Do you promise?”
Knowing I had little choice in the matter, I nodded. Emily then removed the belt from my mouth, but she did not untie me. She lay down beside me in the bed and went easily to sleep. My whole body ached to fuck her, but she was in charge.
Early on Thursday morning, she got up and untied the ropes. My cock had been hard the entire night. Though my mind was going crazy as I fantasized about what my sexy wife had done the evening before, I kept to my promise and refrained from raising the subject. We both went through the normal routine of getting ready for work, although my hard cock was surely obvious to her.
Thursday night came and went, and still not a word about Wednesday evening. It was not until Friday evening that I found out what had happened.
That night Emily went out with some her girlfriends for dinner and a movie. When she came home she told me to make her a drink, and when I did she took it with her as she went into the bedroom, telling me, “I want you naked on the sofa when I come back.”
As directed, I stripped and lay back on the sofa, my cock sticking straight up in the air, just as it had done most of Wednesday evening. When Emily re-entered the living room she was wearing only a short sexy nightie, and was carrying a handful of ropes.
My wife then let me know that she was now ready to tell me about Wednesday evening, but that she did not want me playing with myself as she did. So she again tied me tightly as I lay there on the sofa, and then lay down on the living room floor only a few feet away.
She looked very sexy as she lay there. Her ultra-short nightie allowed me to see all of her sexy legs, and I could also see that she was not wearing panties underneath it.
Then I noticed that she had brought her vibrator in with her. I heard it purr as she turned it on, and she smiled at me as she moved it to her pussy. “So are you ready to hear what I did the other evening?” she asked me teasingly
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “Please tell me.”
“Well, when I left you tied up on the bed,” Emily began, “I drove to a big hotel downtown and went to sit in the lounge. I knew the place would be filled with businessmen, and perhaps one of them would like what they saw. I looked pretty good, didn’t I?”
Her voice was a little unsteady now as she held the vibrator against her pussy lips, moving it up and down. “Yes, you looked fabulous,” I told her. “Your boobs were sticking out for anyone to enjoy, and those nice sexy legs of yours, looked so tempting.”
Emily then proceeded to tell me everything that had happened to her that night, meanwhile fucking herself with the vibrator, moving it in and out of her pussy and occasionally rubbing it over her clit.
In the hotel lounge she had ordered a drink and sat down at a small table near the bar. She soon became aware that some of the men at the bar had noticed her, a few of them obviously making remarks to their companions about her. It excited her to have men ogling her and enjoying the sight of her nice tits and ample cleavage.
She was nearing the end of her drink when a tall man in his 40s walked up to her table and asked if he could buy her another. He was trim and good looking, and she accepted, inviting him to join her.
The man told her his name was Walt, and he was in town visiting customers on his monthly sales trip. He noticed the wedding ring on her finger, but it didn’t seem to bother him he just told her how lucky her husband was to have such a gorgeous and sexy wife. As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on her low-cut top and the fabulous breasts pouring out of it.
Together they shared several drinks. Emily was aroused by the attention he was showing her, and she felt a shiver go through her when after a while he placed his hand on her knee. She made no move to move it away, and Walt then began to stroke her legs. Slowly and carefully his hand moved, first downward to caress her shapely calves, then, when she still made no resistance, upward over her smooth thighs. Emily felt her pussy begin to moisten, and she wondered if he could tell how aroused she was.
She was not surprised when, shortly thereafter, Walt invited her to accompany him upstairs to his room. She accepted without hesitation, and followed him to the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door closed, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. As he did this, she could feel the hard bulge in his trousers pressing against her. It felt quite impressive, and she suddenly wondered just how big he was. Emily loves big cocks, and this one felt as though it might just be the most sizeable one she had ever encountered.
As they walked down the hallway to his room, Walt slipped a hand down inside her top and massaged her fabulous tits, his fingers playing with her erect nipples. Fortunately there was no one else around to observe them, but Emily was so turned on that she wouldn’t have cared if there were.
The two of them had no more than entered the room when Walt began to tear away at my wife’s clothing. Before the door had even closed, he had slipped her red top over her head and was pulling off her bra. With her luscious breasts fully exposed, he dropped his lips to first one and then the other, sucking and biting gently at her very stiff nipples. As he did so she began to grapple with his belt and trousers, trying to get that huge cock out of his pants.
As Walt’s mouth devoured my wife’s full tits, his hands feverishly pulled down her skirt, then wildly ripped at her pantyhose, with such abandon that he tore them apart. Now I knew why she had not been wearing her pantyhose when she had returned that night.
Within moments of entering Walt’s hotel room, my wife stood before him completely naked, her clothes scattered across the floor. Still she continued to work at his trousers, eager to set eyes on that very large cock she had felt pressing against her in the elevator. As she pulled his pants and boxer shorts down, out sprang what was indeed the biggest, longest, thickest cock she had ever seen, or even fantasized about.
As Emily lay on our living room floor, recalling the experience of seeing Walt’s cock for the first time, she began to come, pressing the vibrator against her clit and screaming at me that his cock was huge, just unbelievably huge!
It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath after her climax, but finally she resumed her story, still moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy, though more slowly now.
Emily said she’d had no idea how she would be able to take Walt’s monster cock up inside her pussy, but she knew that one way or another she was going to fuck that big dick. Walt quickly stripped off his remaining clothes, then picked up my naked wife and dropped her onto his bed. Lying down beside her, he pulled her head toward him to kiss her deeply. As they kissed, his hand slid between her legs to explore her pussy, which was already drenched, while his other hand again played with her full round tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
As for Emily, her hands went right to his big hard dick. One hand was not enough she needed both of them to handle his whopper of a cock. She played with that massive tool, while Walt began finger-fucking her dripping pussy. He started with one finger, then two, and soon he was pumping three fingers in and out of her. The feeling of his fingers and the thought of the big hard dick that would follow them was enough to send her into orgasm. As her body tensed and she screamed out, he pushed his fourth finger into her pussy.
As her climax subsided, Emily moved down to lick his cock and balls. First thoroughly moistening his scrotum, she then placed her tongue at the base of his shaft and began to lick slowly upwards, as though with a long lollipop. Taking her time, she worked her way to the head of his cock, then kissed it lovingly and placed her mouth over the tip.
Emily loves to suck a cock, but there was just no way she could take very much of that massive thing into her mouth it was too thick, and far too long. She flicked her tongue across the tip of it, and then she felt Walt place his hand on her head. He did not force her down on his dick, but it was evident that he wanted to encourage her to take in as much of it as possible. This excited Emily so much that she widened her lips and slid them down over him as far as she could. She was not able to take even half of it into her mouth, but she managed to get far more of it in than she’d thought she could. She loved the taste and feel of it filling her mouth, and most of all she loved the feel of his hands urging her to take still more.
Finally Walt must have decided it was time to fuck my horny wife, for he took his hands from her head and pulled her up on top of him, spreading her legs so that she sat straddling his hips, facing him. Again he pulled her head down to kiss her deeply as his fingers again found the inside of her very wet pussy.
“Oh, baby, you are definitely ready to be fucked,” Walt said. “Now I want to hear you ask me to fuck you with my big cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Emily moaned. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock. Please!”
“Beg for it,” Walt said. “I want to hear you beg.”
The tables were now turned for Emily. Instead of calling the shots and giving the orders, as she was used to doing with me, she was now the one being dictated to. And she loved it.
“Please, Walt, please fuck me with that big dick,” she pleaded. “I need to have it inside me. Please, I beg you to fuck me now!”
“That’s the girl,” Walt said. “Now I want you to lean back and ease that big thing into your wet pussy.”
Emily obeyed, easing herself back until the head of Walt’s cock was pushing against the entrance to her vagina. She continued to lower herself slowly as she felt the width of it parting her pussy lips, inexorably stretching her to accommodate its width.
To her amazement, Emily was gradually able to take the full length of his massive meat inside her. She loved the feeling of that great tool spreading her pussy walls, filling her as though to bursting. Walt now had his hands on her hips, and he began to take control of her, sliding her up and down on his cock. The sensation of his control, and of that thrilling thickness moving in and out of her, soon began to bring her to another massive climax.
There was no way she could know how long it lasted she only knew that she shook and screamed with the most intense orgasm of her life before collapsing on top of him. His cock was still buried deep inside her, and he continued to fuck her until she was nearly ready to pass out from the pleasure. But finally he cried out and filled her pussy with a mammoth load of come.
Weak and trembling from being so thoroughly fucked, Emily climbed off him and lay beside him on the bed. Walt was spent also, and together they dozed off.
When Emily awoke, she could feel Walt’s come leaking from her well-fucked pussy. His fabulous cock, still glistening with her juices, now lay limp on his stomach. Emily knew she needed to feel that cock reaming her pussy one more time before coming home to me.
As Walt still dozed, she reached down to stroke his tool, hoping it would respond to her touch. For several moments she ran her hand up and down the shaft, then began to play with the head. And sure enough, that cock soon started to grow, until she was again holding a hard, gigantic piece of meat which required her to use both her hands in order to stroke it adequately.
Walt awoke now, and without saying a word he rolled onto his side and brought his hands to her tits. One stayed to enjoy her nipples while the other slid down to play with her come-soaked pussy.
When neither of them could wait any longer, Walt had Emily get up off the bed and lean over it with her hands on the mattress, her rear end pushing out. He stood behind her and, as she trembled with anticipation, took his big dick in his hand and slid the head of it all over her ass, and then down to her pussy. For several minutes he teased her by stroking his cock back and forth across the lips of her cunt.
“Are you ready for me to push this thing inside that wet pussy?” he asked her.
“Yes, please fuck me,” Emily begged him. “I need, it, I need you to fuck me hard!”
With that he stopped teasing her and began to slide himself inside her, gripping her hips tightly as he pushed that rock-hard shaft inside my wife’s welcoming pussy. As she felt him filling her up she let out a loud moan of pure ecstasy. And when he began pumping himself in and out of her, she felt that she might collapse with sheer pleasure if he hadn’t been holding her in place.
For several minutes Walt fucked her with long, deep strokes of his cock, until she exploded in a howling climax. At that point he could no longer hold her up, and he laid her on her back on the bed and threw himself on top of her, ramming his cock right back into her hole. Her pussy was stretched so far that now his big dick slid easily inside her. He began to pump his cock in and out of her steadily, slamming himself down on her with every thrust, and Emily responded, pushing her hips up to meet his strokes. She said it felt like one long incredible orgasm, and that she never wanted it to end.
But finally it did, as Walt’s body tensed up and he thrust himself hard into her pussy, blowing a load of come deep inside her.
Afterwards Walt told Emily that she was a great fuck, and that he wanted to see her again when he came back to town. Emily said she felt the same way, and she left her phone number with him before she got dressed and left for home.
Emily had several more orgasms as she told me this story while continuing to fuck herself with her vibrator. I of course had been unable to touch my dick, but it was throbbing so hard that at several points I had nearly come without even having to touch myself. When she finished she took pity on me and untied me so that we could fuck right there on the sofa. I had never come so hard or so quickly in my life.
I’m sure Walt will call up my wife when he returns to town, and even if he doesn’t I suspect Emily will find someone else to take his place, so that she”"and I”"can repeat the experience. This has given a whole new dimension to our kinky sex life, and the two of us couldn’t be happier.”"D.L., Chicago, Illinois