My girlfriends were always trying to persuade me to go without panties, insisting that it’s ever so exhilarating, but it just wasn’t me. They suggested wearing a skirt, but I figured that would just be worse—I’d have juices rolling down my thighs!
One day when we were going to the mall, my friend Cecile cajoled me to leave the panties at home, just this once. I gave in and wore a black skirt that was cut at the knees but wasn’t too flowing so that wind wouldn’t blow it up, exposing my pussy. I did feel a drop of pussy juice ooze out of me as I drove to meet them, making me shift my ass. As I got out of the car I kept my legs together.
We spent time in the food court, then decided to look at lingerie. We walked around giggling like little schoolgirls, loving all the attention from men—with and without their wives—checking us out.
Johnny and I had been best buds since third grade. I’d do anything for him, and he’d do the same for me. One day during our freshman year in college he came to me after class and said he needed “a very big favor.”
“Anything,” I said.
“W-well,” he stuttered, “it’s k-kind of weird.”
“Anything,” I said again.
“Thanks,” he said, “Can you come by around 8:30?”
“Sure,” I said.
Johnny still lived at home with his mom. His dad had left a year before. When I got there, around 8:20, he was on his porch waiting for me. We sat and talked, until at last I said, “What’s up?”
Gus and Sue had always seemed the happiest couple, so it was a shock to the whole neighborhood when Sue, after her two doted-on kids became schoolteachers like she’d been before she retired, divorced Gus and moved in with a muscular young man who was a janitor at her old school.
Gus tried to drown his sorrows in whiskey, to the point where his business—a popular local convenience store that seemed to do more business than the busiest bank—began to suffer. I’d gotten to know him pretty well from shopping at his store, and I noticed how he was going down.
This had been going on for about six months when I snuggled up to my husband one night after making love (we’d been married for 18 years but still had a very active sex life) and asked if he’d mind if I went to talk to Gus to see if having a shoulder to cry on would help. Jeff said that sounded very kind and wished me luck.
Early the next morning I was at Gus’s house with hot cinnamon rolls and coffee. He was reluctant to let me in, saying the place was a mess, but I said I had come to see him, not the house. It worked out better than I’d hoped. Gus had felt his life was over, and a little company did him wonders.
It was only a little over a mile to the motel, but I didn’t let it go to waste. I unzipped my longtime lover Carl’s pants and fished out his cock, and had most of it down my throat by the time we arrived. We raced to the motel-room door, where he dropped the key twice while trying to unlock it.
In the room I realized that Carl’s hard-on was still sticking out through his fly! I dropped to my knees to give him more oral encouragement, but he drew me up and kissed me while he stripped me. We tumbled onto the bed. I ended up on my back with my legs up and spread. Carl’s cock parted my lips and filled my cunt with what it craved.
Carl slipped his hands under my ass and drew me up to meet his powerful thrusts. His cock was stroking my swollen clit, giving it the kind of stimulation that quickly brings me to climax. As his thrusts became more urgent, his low-hanging balls slapped repeatedly against my ass.
I was fuming as I entered my bank with a nasty letter in my coat pocket, a delinquency notice from a creditor for nonpayment of a bill for which I’d written a check over a month ago.
All available bankers were tied up with customers, so I had to take a seat and wait, which didn’t help my frame of mind. When I finally heard my name called, I looked up and saw an attractive woman in her mid-20s standing in front of me. As I stood up, she gave me a handshake.
“I’m Gloria,” she said with a warm smile.
She was tall—about five feet ten, I guessed, which is to say three inches taller than me. “Come with me,” she said in an accent I couldn’t place closer than Eastern European, maybe Slavic. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, and her long, shapely legs were covered in dark hose. I followed her across the lobby to her cubicle, where she invited me to sit. She sat down at her desk across from me.
“Now then,” Gloria said, “how may I help you?”
Two years ago my wife Sue, a lovely young woman in her mid-20s, had a job teaching remedial English at a local community college. The school was located in a minority neighborhood, and her students were predominantly black and Latino. Sue is brunette, five feet three and slender, with a great figure, which she doesn’t mind showing off. Whereas most of the female teachers at her school wore dress suits or slacks, Sue generally wore fairly short skirts, along with thigh-high stockings or pantyhose. I used to think about how her students must have gotten a few good peeks under her skirt from time to time, and about how they probably enjoyed seeing her bare thighs above her stocking tops. These thoughts usually made me hard.
At one point, during one of our lovemaking sessions, I actually asked Sue if there were any of her black male students who she found especially interesting, and wouldn’t mind getting involved with. But all she did was laugh at me.
But then it happened that Sue was offered a new job in another city. It was a great chance for her, and she accepted. When she gave notice at her school, some of her students decided to give her a farewell party at one of their houses, and of course I attended it with her.
The party went well, and everyone was very friendly. It was close to midnight, and most of the students had left, when I looked around for my wife and didn’t see her anyplace. I wandered around until I came upon some stairs leading down to the basement rec room, from which came the sound of voices and laughter. I headed down there, and when I got close to the bottom I could see there were four people there—three black male students and my wife.
I stood there frozen for a moment, and then shrank back into the shadows as I saw the biggest of the guys, who’s name was Jules, reach out to touch my wife’s rump. Sue did nothing to discourage him from touching her, and this seemed to make him bolder. A moment later I was watching him slip his hand under her skirt.
Again Sue showed no sign of resistance. The next thing he did was to twist her around to face him, and then plant a long passionate kiss on my wife’s mouth. I could feel my cock throbbing as I saw that she was returning the kiss. The other two youths stood watching them, their eyes wide, as Jules pulled her more tightly against his large body.
When the kiss ended Jules led Sue to a large sofa and pushed her gently onto it, causing her skirt to ride up to mid-thigh, revealing a patch of bare skin above her stocking tops. He quickly moved to her side and again began to kiss her on the mouth. One of his hands went to her chest and began to fondle her tits. Sue now began to moan softly and twist in her seat. She moaned louder as his large black hand slid under her skirt and moved up to her crotch. We could all see her white panties now, and she actually spread her legs wider as Jules began to rub her crotch through the cloth.
My long-held fantasy was coming true. I was actually watching a black guy enjoying my beautiful wife. I nearly shot in my pants when I saw that she was about to come. Jules made her climax just by fingering her pussy through the crotch of her panties.
This seemed to release something inside the other two guys, and they both opened their zippers and pulled out their large hard cocks. One of them moved up to Sue and stuck his dick in her face. She opened her mouth and took it in. As she sucked on it, Jules quickly stripped himself naked, and then got down between her legs and began to fuck her. That’s when I did cream my pants.
For the next hour or so I watched my wife fuck and suck all three of those guys, as she came over and over again. Toward the end I snuck back upstairs and waited for her to join me.
I never told Sue about what I saw that night, but to this day that memory stays with me, and I keep hoping that some day my dream will come true again.—Name and address withheld
I had known Peg for about six months when she called me one Thursday night and asked me to join her at her local bar. I had met her when I had first moved to the area. She was a divorc e who had just ended her first post-marital relationship. I’m a 30-year-old, well built black man, and Peg is a cute five-foot-two-inch blonde with beautiful blue eyes, almost big enough to match her surgically enhanced 34C breasts. The breasts had been a present to herself when she divorced. “We never had children, but I got the twins in the settlement,” she liked to say. The attraction between us had been immediate and strong, and we had soon become “friends with benefits.”
Although our passion was initially overpowering, the frequency of our lovemaking had gradually slackened off, and I’d finally had to content myself with only the occasional benefit. So when she called me that night I quickly rushed to meet her, eagerly anticipating what the evening had in store.
But when I arrived at the bar I saw that Peg wasn’t alone. She was drinking with a coworker of hers, a guy named Glen. I had heard her talk about Glen before, and I knew she had a thing for him. He was a white guy, a little bit older than me, and sporting a goatee. I knew they had bonded at work while commiserating with each other over her divorce and his current marriage troubles.
They were obviously a couple of hours ahead of me in terms of drinks, and tried to catch up as quickly as I could. Peg tipsily explained to me that Glen and his wife had had a big argument, and she had packed up and gone to her mother’s house. Glen was fairly certain that this was the end of his marriage, and Peg appeared to be only too happy to console him. Assessing the situation, I figured that I probably wouldn’t be redeeming any benefits that night after all.
After another drink, Peg decided that she wanted to go on to a club for some dancing. She and Glen got into her two-seat convertible, while I followed them in my own car. I was wondering if I should just go home. I figured I was Peg’s safety net, in case she and Glen didn’t actually hook up. At first I told myself I wasn’t about to be anybody’s second choice but then I thought, what the hell, I really didn’t want to pass up a chance to get laid.
At the club, the three of us took turns buying rounds. Peg was the queen of the dance floor, but in spite of other offers she only danced with Glen and me. For a while she alternated between us, but at one point, as she was dancing with Glen, she turned from him and beckoned to me with her finger. I made my way over to her, and when I reached her she plastered herself against me. Suddenly it was as though our early passion had returned. Our hands explored our bodies as we ground against one another. But just as I leaned in for a kiss, she pushed me away, turned around and began to grind with Glen.
Trying not to look humiliated, I started to move away, but she called me back. She turned again as I stood there indecisively, then grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me toward her. As she did that she also backed herself into Glen, still moving to the beat, until she’d made herself the meat in a grinding sandwich. She had a sexy, seductive look in her eyes as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. I resisted, still pissed at having just been rejected. “You’re not going to kiss me?” Peg asked with a sexy pout.
Well, with that she had me. I leaned in and kissed her, long and passionately, all the while feeling that body grinding against me and her hands groping my body. Then she pulled her lips away and, without breaking eye contact with me, raised her right hand to the back of Glen’s neck, pulling his head down to hers. She stared at me with those bedroom eyes until the last moment, and then turned her head to kiss him but she squeezed my ass with her left hand to make sure I didn’t pull away.
But at that point pulling away was the last thing on my mind. I was so turned on by this sudden demonstration of lust on Peg’s part that my dick was now hard against her writhing crotch. I grabbed her breasts and leaned in to bite her exposed neck as she craned upward to kiss Glen.
Someone moaned with pleasure, but I honestly didn’t know which of us it was. Glen finally broke the kiss and stepped back. “I’ll go pay the check,” he said breathlessly.
Peg and I stayed as we were, staring into one another’s eyes. I knew she could still feel my rock-hard erection pressed against her body. Her breasts heaved against me, her right hand rubbing over my ass. I dimly realized that every eye in the club was focused on us, but I didn’t much give a damn.
“You’re going to come home with me, aren’t you, babe?” Peg whispered.
“What about Glen?” I asked her.
She smiled. “My apartment’s big enough for three,” was her reply.
At that point Glen returned, having paid the check. He seemed to have no more objection than I when Peg told him the three of us were going to her place.
Glen ended up driving Peg’s car, while I sat in the passenger seat with Peg on my lap. As we pulled away I rubbed one hand up and down her left side, while stroking the inside of her thigh with the other. Peg turned her head to me, cupped the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. As our tongues danced together I grabbed her breast with my left hand and began to rub between her legs with my right. She had trimmed her pubic area recently, making her swollen labia stand out that much more. As I teased her with my finger she let out a moan of pleasure. Her right hand moved between her legs, guiding my hand to where she wanted it. She then slid a couple of inches to her right, until she was sitting on top of my rock-hard cock. As I used my fingers to pleasure her, her ass squirmed deliciously, pleasuring me.
While this was going on Peg reached across the gearshift with her left hand and opened Glen’s pants to release his impressively large member, then began to jerk him off as he drove. “Mmm,” she moaned then, “I can’t believe how good both of you are going to feel inside me,”
A minute later Glen pulled the car up in front of Peg’s apartment building, but none of us wanted to stop what we were doing. I slid my index and middle fingers deep into Peg’s soft, warm pussy, searching for her G-spot as she continued to writhe in my lap. My left hand was up her blouse, groping her hard-nippled breast, Peg leaned over to Glen, kissing him passionately as she continued to jerk him off.
She straightened up, however, as she began to reach her climax. She cried out, and her body spasmed twice as I pulled my come-soaked hand from between her thighs. She spasmed a third time as she watched me lick her juices from my hand. Her own hand was still clutching Glen’s cock, and now he began to grunt as he approached his own climax. After a couple more strokes, Peg leaned down to catch his come in her mouth.
After straightening ourselves up a bit we finally made it into Peg’s apartment. Peg put a CD on the stereo, and soon the three of us were dancing as we had at the club, Peg and I grinding together as Glen pressed himself against her from behind. I kissed her sexy mouth as Glen began to pull off her blouse. As his hands moved up her body, removing her top, I kissed my way downward, sliding her skirt and thong to the floor. From my kneeling position I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful swollen pussy that was beckoning me. I licked her tender, moist labia, causing her to gasp and moan, pushing herself against my mouth.
Glen pulled her away from me to lay her down on the sofa, bending over to take one of her breasts into his mouth. As he did so Peg reached up and pulled his shirt open, ripping off some of the buttons in the process. I took my own shirt off, and my pants and shorts as well. When I was naked I moved to the sofa and again placed my mouth between her legs.
I heard Glen taking his clothes off too, and then I heard Peg moan lustfully, “Fuck my titties!”
As I continued to pleasure her now sopping pussy, Glen sat astride her waist and began to slide his rock-hard penis between her breasts. I could feel him moving faster and faster, until Peg cried out, “Come in my mouth!” With that he stood up beside her as she turned onto her side to take him into her mouth. She tried to keep my head between her legs, but now I had other plans. I turned her all the way over, onto all fours, and slid my pussy-starved cock into her dripping cunt. As I slid deep inside her, I paused for a second to enjoy the sensation of the tight, wet warmth enveloping my manhood.
With Glen’s cock in her mouth and mine in her pussy, Peg was in her own libidinous paradise. When Glen finally shot his load, his orgasmic grunts were nearly drowned out by her ravenous moans as she tried to swallow every drop.
I continued to pound her from behind as she pulled him down to kiss her and let him taste his own come in her mouth. My body began to tighten up, and I knew I was rapidly approaching a long-overdue release. Peg reached behind her to grip my ass with both hands. “Yes!” she cried, tearing her mouth from Glen’s. “Yes! I want to feel you come inside me!”
A moment later I let out a loud cry as I felt my seed spurting out to fill up her tight little vagina, the warmth of our juices combining and oozing down my shaft, dripping onto the couch below.
Later, as I watched Peg blissfully riding Glen’s dick while I slid my own cock in and out of her moaning mouth, I told myself that being friends with benefits was a pretty good deal after all, even if it meant occasionally sharing those benefits with someone else. And maybe especially then.L.F., Lincoln, Nebraska
I’ve always been pretty healthy, and until recently I’d never spent a night in a hospital. Lucky for me, since I hate hospitals. But about a month ago I took a fall on an icy sidewalk. I was mostly unharmed, except that my leg hurt a little. It turned out that I had what they call a hairline fracture, and had to go to the hospital to get it checked out.
As luck would have it, I was taken to a hospital where my buddy’s wife, Fiona, worked as a nurse. She was on duty at the time, and came down to see me in the ER. The doctors checked me out, did some X-rays and sent me up to a room for observation overnight.
Fiona came up to see me again later on. She fluffed my pillows, got me some water and a book to read, and was generally an angel of mercy. It was then that I began to notice how terrific she looked in her uniform. She looked pretty in normal clothes too, but I had never seen her at work, doing her job. Something about that white uniform gave her a look of sensual innocence—with the emphasis on the sensual. The more she made a fuss over me, the hornier I got. My hard cock was hard to hide, and despite my best efforts she noticed it, and a smile crossed her face.
“Well, that’s a good sign that there’s no permanent injury,” she quipped. “Your wife will be pleased.”
” I’m sorry,” I said, blushing. “I couldn’t help it.”
She smiled broadly, then lifted up the hem of her uniform skirt to reveal white satin panties and white thigh-high stockings. Well, that really got my cock throbbing! She then turned and locked the door so we wouldn’t get interrupted.
“I’m on break now anyway,” she said. “And you know, I could use a little tasty snack.”
With that she peeled back my sheets, then lifted my hospital gown to reveal my hard cock. Looking me in the eye, and still smiling, she slowly reached down and took it in her hand, stroking it carefully and flicking some precome off the tip.
This was all like a dream, but I had to believe it was real, especially when Fiona bent down and put her hot mouth against my prick, her tongue moving over the tip, gathering more of my precome. She didn’t take me right into her mouth, just kept kissing and licking my dick for a few minutes, until finally she opened wide and took the head between her pouty lips.
I think my eyes rolled back in my head as Fiona proceeded to give me the best sucking I ever had. She was way better than my wife, and I couldn’t help moaning as her head bobbed up and down. It wasn’t very long before I was ready to shoot, and Fiona seemed only too eager to accept it. I exploded down her throat, and she sucked down every drop. Her loud slurping sounds filled the room, and she was looking me in the eye the whole time, which made the whole thing even more erotic.
When she finished she licked her lips and stood up, then smiled at me and said she hoped that had made me feel better. I told her it damn well had, and she kissed me on the forehead and turned to leave. As she unlocked the door she said she’d stop by again when her shift ended later that night. “I hope you’ll be up,” she said, grinning at me again.
I tried staying awake that night, but I was too tired and finally dozed off. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I was suddenly aware of a hand sliding up my gown and gently stroking my cock.
I opened my eyes just as Fiona again took me into her talented mouth. Once more I was treated to an excellent blowjob, but this time she didn’t let me come that way. After a minute she pulled her mouth away and got onto the bed, straddling me as I lay on my back. Hiking up her skirt, she pulled her panty crotch aside and sank down on my shaft.
She rode me quickly as we both tried to stifle our moans. It felt awesome, and it didn’t take long until we both came, Fiona gasping with pleasure as I shot my load inside her convulsing snatch.
I was discharged the next day, and there hasn’t been any further sexual contact between Fiona and me since then. But I’m not about to forget what happened. I still hate hospitals, but I have to say I’m awful glad for the one night I spent there.—C.K., Tulsa, Oklahoma
I was sitting on the stairs in my empty house, looking up at a man who I had never seen before, and I was incredibly turned on. I had just come back to the city after going on vacation, and was in the process of moving into my new place. I was to be sharing it with two friends, but they hadn’t shown up yet. The man and I had met in an Internet chat room while I was away, and our chats and text messages had gradually gotten hotter and more naughty, so I had decided to invite him over to see if he could live up to his words.
Now I sat on the steps facing this gorgeous Adonis-like creature, and I couldn’t help but stare at his package, which was right in front of me. I did nothing to stop him as he reached between my legs and rubbed my wet pussy, smiling at me as he did so. When he penetrated me with his seeking fingers I gasped loudly with the sudden pleasure. I had to have him—now!
I trembled with excitement, fumbling with his belt, buttons and zipper as we passionately kissed each other. Every inch of me screamed for him, and he knew it. His tongue was like a love machine, and I could only imagine how it would feel on my wet and eager vagina. Ten seconds later I found out, as he moved down a couple of steps, pulling up my skirt, spreading my legs and hooking my panties aside as he placed his mouth on me. The most incredible sensations rocked my body, and within two minutes I was screaming with ecstasy.
As soon as I had recovered I slid down a few steps and returned the favor, taking all of him into my mouth. Licking, sucking and rubbing, I teased him until he was about to come. But I stopped before he could, both of us panting hard as I stared admiringly at the large throbbing pole before my eyes.
He grabbed me then and half carried, half dragged me to the top of the stairs, laying me down on the landing and swiftly pulling off my panties before again spreading my legs. Standing a few steps down, his body leaning over me, he entered me for the first time. The sheer pleasure of that moment made me gasp for air. I had never felt such a hard, erect cock in my life.
He started off thrusting slowly, going as deep as possible. I grabbed onto his muscular forearms and braced myself for what was to follow. As he slowly increased his speed, our eyes locked. Not a word was spoken, but it was the most intimate conversation I had ever had. Each of us knew what the other was thinking, and our eyes remained locked until we both reached the peak, exploding simultaneously.
Panting, we lay naked on the landing, breathless from the incredible orgasm we had just experienced. And then the most beautiful words spilled out of his mouth: “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”
A huge grin came over my face, and with one impulse we swiftly divested ourselves of our remaining clothes before moving together and starting to pleasure each other once again. Now it was my turn to take control, and I rolled over on top of him. As I sat on his still erect cock, my legs began to shake with pleasure. I had never been with a man with multi-orgasmic capability before, and I intended to take advantage of his talents.
I started rocking my hips, allowing him to penetrate more deeply inside my throbbing pussy. As I rode him he took hold of my nipples and pinched them gently, sending a shiver down my spine. I increased the pace, begging him to talk dirty to me as I gyrated on top of this magnificent, sex god.
His words in response were piercing, and exactly what I wanted. I responded by thrusting as hard and fast as I could, crying out with ecstasy. When I felt myself starting to come I stopped, tantalizing both of us, and switched positions, turning so that my back was to him before starting to ride him again. His rod felt so nice—the perfect size. I hovered over the tip of it, teasing him, before dropping back down, taking him still deeper inside me.
After that we continued to fuck, switching positions again and again, moving from step to step, utilizing every inch of that stairway. The different heights and angles we found created the most intense orgasms I had ever had.
After two and a half hours of continuous pleasure, we climaxed together for the last time. I screamed and convulsed with unprecedented abandon, every muscle in my body straining with joy, as he moaned and groaned into my ear, making me come even harder.
Now every time I walk up those stairs, I can’t help but smile at the memory of what happened there.—S.N., Atlanta, Georgia
My name is Laura. Although I have a regular nine-to-five job, I also work on the side as a telephone sex babe. A phone fantasy girl. Or, better yet, a telephone slut. A submissive telephone slut.
This is a job that I was made for, because I love to make men come. It makes me feel so good to bring them pleasure. Maybe, if you are reading this letter, you and I have already talked on the phone. If that is true I certainly hope I brought you pleasure. I know I tried my best, because I do that with everyone I talk to. If I made you happy I know I did a good job.
When I hear you come over the phone I get so sexually excited that my clit tingles and my juices run down my legs, and I wish I were really with you. Sometimes, after we talk, I call my boyfriend, or my boss my boyfriend doesn’t know about my boss , and ask permission to come over and serve them. If I am lucky one of them will let me, and then I will think of you as I feel their cock slipping inside my little wet pussy. My boss’s wife is even more submissive than me, so she doesn’t mind when he uses me for his pleasure right in front of her.
When neither my boss nor my boyfriend is available I use one of my big vibrating dildos. My favorite dildo also twists and turns as it vibrates. And when I start to come I can push a button and it swells up, just like your cock does when you start to come in me. And as I come I moan your name out loud, and imagine that it is your big dick that is driving in and out of my body. And afterwards, when I’m just lying there feeling as though I’m melting, I pray that I made it that good for you too.
I am 23 years old, five feet six and 115 pounds. My body is slender, and if you are a big-tit guy my boobs may be a little disappointing, being about the size of a big orange. But because I am trim and lithe, I can move quickly into any position you desire. I wax my pussy, keeping it clean and totally exposed for your use, and I never wear panties. When I walk down the street I see guys looking at my body. It makes me proud, and I wish I could satisfy all their desires, whatever they are. Some men have told me that my submissiveness is so obvious that it practically seeps out of my pores, and that it radiates in the tone of my voice. If that is true, I am glad, and I hope that submissive tone excites you when we talk.
When we are together on the phone I can practically feel your hands running over my body, and I automatically open my legs for you. I open them wide, displaying my body for you to use any way you want. I imagine your big cock spreading my vagina open. I can feel it going up inside me, filling me up and making me moan with passion. And at that moment I am yours, totally and forever.
As you can tell, I have an excellent imagination. I can see and feel myself holding you, pressing against your muscular body. I reach down and grasp your cock as it fucks me. And when I hear you starting to come I know you can hear the passion in my voice. “Yes, oh yes, I’m yours to fuck, please, please fuck me!” I tell you over the phone. “Oh yes, thank you for using my pussy! Give it to me, shove it up my juicy wet cunt! Yes, I can feel that cock filling me up! Thank you! Thank you!” I really mean it, too. I want to be your cunt, your slut and your whore. I know what I am for. I am there to serve you, and for you to fuck. I say all the things I think you will like, so your orgasm will be long, enjoyable and satisfying. I am there to bring you pleasure.
After we have both settled down and are breathing calmly again, I ask you if I did a good job, and if there is anything I can do better the next time. I always hope there will be a next time, so I can please you even more. My only regret at that moment is that I cannot get down and lick all our sex juices off your cock and balls, showing you what an obedient slut I am.
I also know that sometimes you like to fuck my face. Although I don’t get to imagine your cock spreading me apart, I like being taken in my mouth just as much. As we talk about it I can feel your hands holding my head. I can feel your cock going in and out as my tongue licks it and my lips move over it, up and down. Then, as that big bell-shaped head opens my throat, I know without any doubt that you are using me for your pleasure. That is the most wonderful feeling I can have. I think about being on my knees before you, looking up at your face, so full of the pleasure I am giving you. And when I hear you coming, even though it is over the phone, I can feel your cock swelling in my throat and I can taste your jism as it shoots into my mouth. I suck all your come out and swallow it down. And if you give me permission, I will come too.
But I have kept my very favorite thing for last. I truly love it when you want to fuck me in the ass. Then I feel I am really being your submissive little slut. When I think of you pushing your cock into my ass, I feel the pressure as my anus stretches to take you in, which accentuates the sensual feeling of being used for your pleasure. When you call I am always dressed in a very short shirt that barely covers my pussy. As soon as you tell me you want to fuck my ass, I immediately feel myself getting wet. “I’m getting on my hands and knees for you,” I tell you. “I’m crouching on the bed with my ass sticking up. I’m reaching back and spreading my cheeks, exposing my asshole, offering myself to you.”
Then I can feel you gripping my thighs and starting to work your big cock into my backside. It feels so good that I start to cry real tears. Some guys get worried that they’re really hurting me when that happens, but I’m crying because of the pleasure, and because of the joy of giving myself completely. “Thank you, thank you!” I yell over and over. And when I hear you start to come, my joy is so intense that I can’t stop myself from coming with you, again and again. At that moment I feel that I should be paying you, instead of the other way around. But I know that I am only a telephone whore. Not that I am complaining—it’s the best damn job in the world!—L.B., Dallas, Texas
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