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Ву Thomas Wallace

ALKING into the small

shop, Г inhaled deeply
and was immediately
inundated by the heady
scent of animal hides. Then I took a few
steps forward and ran my fingers over
the first garments I could reach; it didn’t
matter what they were as long as they
were made of leather. Predictably, my
cock hardened, and I was glad that my
tight trousers would keep it reined in as a
clerk wandered out from a back room.
However, more arousal rushed through
my body when I got a good look at the
saleswoman as she approached. She was
exceedingly beautiful, with long, wavy
raven-black hair, porcelain-like skin,
crystal-blue eyes and plump lips that
were emphasized by bright red lipstick.
However, as striking as her face was, the
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thing about her that really caught my at-
tention was her body, which could best
be described as voluptuous—which is
exactly how I like women to look.

My dick throbbed at the sight of the
red leather dress that hugged her torso
and created the most delicious cleavage
between her large tits. She was wearing
a black leather jacket over that, so not
much of her upper body was exposed,
but my pulse still quickened as I imag-
ined running my tongue over her flesh,
which I assumed would taste faintly like
the hides I love so much. Then my eyes
drifted downward to admire how the gar-
ment hugged her curvy hips, and I pic-
tured hiking it up to her waist to breathe
in her own animalistic scent melded with
that of her sexy garments.

“Can I help you?” she inquired, break-

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ing my reverie. I cleared my throat before
saying I was just looking, hoping she’d
assume I was talking about the inventory

even though I'd been taking inventory of

her. To back up my story, I started mov-
ing amongst the racks again, looking at
jackets, leggings, corsets and even hob-
ble skirts as she told me that her name
was Norah and to just ask if I needed
anything. I nodded distractedly as each
piece of clothing I touched sent shock
waves of excitement coursing through
my body. Sometimes, it was an item that
I longed to wear, and other times it was
something that I could imagine seeing on
her...as I fucked her silly.

As you may have already guessed, I
have a serious leather fetish; not only do
I love the look, feel and smell of the stuff,
it enhances my sexual experiences more

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than anything in the world. However,
meeting women who share my obsession
has never been easy, and the most I can
usually hope for is finding someone who
is open to the idea of wearing a leather
corset or gloves—which I usually have
to provide—when we make love. But
a woman who has the same fetish and
lives close by? Well, that's been nearly
impossible, even in these days of social
networking, blogs and chat rooms.

That isn't to say it's never happened.
For instance, there was Maddie, which is
how this whole thing got started. We met
because of a shared love of motorcycles,
which led to the commonly associated
garb. One hot summer day we were out
riding, and we were both so exhilarated
by the time we got back to my place that
we fell right into bed. As our bodies en-

twined and our lips locked, she peeled off
my clothes until I was totally nude. Then
I started removing hers, and my erection
bumped against her tight leather pant leg,
leaving a streak of pre-come in its wake.
My body gave a huge shudder at that
brief contact, and I got so excited that I
almost came. Since I generally pride my-
self on my endurance, I knew there had
to be something to this, something that
needed to be investigated further.

I thought about leaving Maddie’s
pants on, but that wasn’t an option be-
cause I was even more desperate to fuck
her. So I peeled them off, taking note of
the scent of leather that wafted from her
skin mixed with that of the honey flow-

that was both instinctive and primal. It
didn’t go unnoticed by Maddie, who
commented that she’d never seen me so
aroused as I speared her pussy and began
thrusting into her with wild abandon.

I nuzzled the nape of her neck as I
fucked her, breathing in the aromas of
female musk and leather. Wrapping
her legs tightly around my waist, Mad-
die pulled me into her even deeper and
pumped her hips to meet my inward
strokes. As our bodies crashed together,
her muscles pulsed around my shaft and
she gasped into my ear, spurring me on
with both her actions and noises. Then
I affixed my mouth to hers, and our
tongues tangled together until I broke the

As I licked my
girlfriend’s vest, I began to hammer
into her cunt so hard
that she clutched my head and
started yelping.

ing from her pussy. I breathed it in and
became more aroused, so I buried my
nose in her cleavage, which was exposed
due to the V-neck of her tight leather
vest. Then my hands moved to her tits,
kneading them through the stiff garment,
which seemed to mold itself to my fin-
gers. Her hands followed mine, assuming
that Га want the vest off, but I stopped
her before she could undo any buttons.

Feeling overwhelmed by all sorts of
new sensations, I got into position be-
tween her parted thighs, my hard-on
leading the way. My crown bumped
against her leg as I moved, and feeling
the difference between her supple skin
and the unyielding material of her top
thrilled me so much that I let out a noise
a

kiss to lower my head again. This time I
buried my nose in her décolletage, feel-
ing her vest scrape against my face as I
sucked its perfume through my nostrils.
Suddenly overcome by a curiosity that
was too intense to control, I stuck out my
tongue. First I lapped at Maddie's flesh,
relishing the flavor of female sweat
tinged with the residual tang of leather.
Then I explored further, pulling open her
vest to suck on one of her tits, which had
spent most of the day pressed against this
material. Sighing loudly, she arched her
back and the pliant orb flattened against
my lips. I spent the next few minutes
nibbling on her ripe nipple as I unremit-
tingly sank my prick into her cunt; how-
ever, a tiny voice that came from deep

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inside me kept begging for more.

Eventually breaking contact with her
breast, I did what my heart—and my
cock—wanted me to do. I stuck out my
tongue again, but now I lightly skimmed
her vest with it. My mouth watered, so
T did it again, this time taking a broader
lap of her garment. Its flavor was spicy
and potent, and quickly, 1 was like a man
possessed. As I licked my girlfriend's
vest, Г began to hammer into her cunt
so hard that she clutched my head and
started yelping.

Maddie’s muscles tightened around
my prick as she came, but I was driving
into her so hard and fast that penetration
was never an issue. She was obviously
overjoyed—her head was thrashing back
and forth on a pillow—but despite being
more impassioned than ever before, I
wasn't quite ready to reach my own cli-
max. Spurred on by the scent, taste and
feel of leather, I kept burrowing into
Maddie's pussy, and it was then I knew
I would never experience sex the same
way after that day. Without this very spe-

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cial and now very necessary element, it
wouldn't seem complete.

That realization was mind-blowing,
and the contents of ту balls started
churning. I knew I wouldn't be able to
hold out much longer so 1 slowed my
pace a little, but after a few more short,
deep strokes, the floodgates burst wide
open. An explosion of white-hot cream
painted my girlfriend’s insides as I kept
my face pressed against her stiff black
leather vest, shuddering and shaking in
her unyielding embrace.

That afternoon had taught me some-
thing about myself and my sexuality,
something I needed to explore. While
Maddie didn’t exactly share my erotic
fixation with the look, feel, taste and odor
of leather, she knew it was important to
me and indulged my newfound fetish.
She'd buy suede dresses that Га run my
hands over when we went out dancing,
forcing us to sneak into the club’s bath-
room for furtive sex in a stall. Hell, just
the thought of one particularly tight skirt
pushed up to expose her pantyless cunt is

giving me a hard-on right now! Then, for
Christmas, I bought her leather gloves,
and she’d pull out my prick while I was
driving to give me handjobs that were so
intense I had to start keeping a box of tis-
sues in my car.

In addition, I began stockpiling my
own collection of leather garments, in-
cluding jackets, pants and gloves. I even
had a buckskin key fob that Га keep in
my pocket when I was on business trips
and had to wear a suit. I would rub it be-
tween my fingers, releasing the natural
oils, before bringing my digits to my
nose to breathe in the scent that never
failed to get my engine running.

ADDIE AND Г lasted a

while, but we eventually

grew apart, which is what

brought me to that shop.
It hadn’t been open long, so I was super-
excited as I hopped on my Harley and
rode over. And so, as Norah watched
from a short distance, I browsed for a
while before finally picking out a new
motorcycle jacket to check out further,
because the one I was wearing had seen
better days. I also grabbed a few other
things to try on that I had no intention of
buying; I just wanted to feel them against
my skin.

Norah set me up in a dressing room,
where I took off the clothes Га been
wearing, except for my white t-shirt and
boxers, and then stepped into a pair of
trousers. I love how new leather feels stiff
and a little scratchy before it’s broken in,
and these pants were no exception. They
were also more fitted than the ones I
normally wore, and at first I had trouble
accommodating my still-turgid member.
But I soon got everything squared away,
so I zipped up and checked myself out in
the mirror.

My pulse raced as I looked at my re-
flection. The pants fit me like a glove,
clinging to my legs as they gently cra-
dled my cock and balls. I loved the snug-
ness against my ass, and the way the new
material creaked slightly when I moved.
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It didn’t take long to decide that not only
would I be buying them, I was going
to wear them out of the store. Then, as
I started to shrug on the jacket, I heard
Norah’s voice from the other side of the
fitting room door.

“Everything okay in there?” she in-
quired, and I had to clear my throat be-
fore I said I was fine, afraid my hoarse
voice might belie my arousal. “Let me
see,” she insisted, and since I assumed
that her interest was in making a sale, I
took a deep breath and joined her in the
small space outside of the fitting-room
stall, which was equipped with a three-
panel mirror.

I did a double take when I first saw
her. She’d taken off her jacket, so now I
could clearly see the contrast of the shiny
crimson dress against her milky-white
chest and shoulders. In addition, she had
put on a pair of elbow-length black kid
gloves, one of which was, incredibly,
reaching out to me. First she smoothed
the flipped-up collar of my jacket, and
then she slowly trailed her fingers over
the taut cotton of my t-shirt, all the way
to my burgeoning crotch. My prick, sand-
wiched between my pant leg and thigh,
began throbbing wildly as she traced its
outline with a leather-clad digit.

My body tensed, and I glanced toward
the front of the store. “Don’t worry, it’s
locked,” she said in a throaty whisper as
she stepped closer to fondle my balls.
Pressing her body against mine, she
gently squeezed my family jewels, and I
reveled in the leather-on-leather contact.
Then, unable to refrain, I dropped my
head to her chest and breathed in deeply.

Norah's skin smelled faintly of talcum
powder, but the overriding scent was that
of the soft inner hide of her recently dis-
carded jacket. After placing a series of
kisses on her warm, redolent flesh, I grew
bolder and stuck out my tongue to taste
her. “ОБ, yeah,” I groaned from deep in
my throat, a noise that was brought on by
the hand massaging my package as well
as the much-loved flavor. Noting my
excitement, the sexy shopgirl urged my

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head down to the front of her dress. Ten-‏
tatively, I rubbed my cheek against the‏
stiff, shiny material, not knowing where‏
she’d draw the line.‏

As I pressed my face against my part-
ner's leather-clad breasts, she let go of
my cock, reached for my asscheeks and
pulled me in even closer. Then she began
grinding her cunt against my groin, and
I could hear the rasp of her dress against
my pants as she pressed her mouth againt
my ear. Then, her hot breath at my skin,
she uttered the four most magical words
that Pd ever heard: “Go ahead, lick it.”

Excited and amazed, I stuck out my
tongue and skimmed it lightly over the
top of her bodice. Then, growing bolder,
Т flattened it and took a broad lap along
the rise of one tit. Threading her kid-cov-
ered fingers through my hair, Norah held
my head fixedly against her bosom, and
the combination of sensations was such
a turn-on that I feared I might come in
the trousers I had yet to pay for. I relayed
this concern to her, my voice muffled
against her ample chest, and she replied,

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“Well, there's only one solution.” Then,
after letting go of my head, she popped
open my fly.

My cock sprang up as she pushed
the pants and my boxers down over
my ass. She appraised my erection for
a moment before wrapping her gloved
fingers around the shaft, and I couldn't
help choking out an epithet at feeling
the silky-soft hide on my sensitive flesh.
Then, when she tightened her grip and
started pumping the loose skin up and
down, my hips automatically pumped
back and forth, as though possessing a
will of their own.

For a moment, I just fucked Norah’s
leather-sheathed fist, my buttocks
clenching and unclenching as I resumed
licking the leather-covered expanse of
her tits. With my hands encircling her
narrow waist, I inhaled the heady scent
of leather that rose from her garments,
activated by the heat of her body. Then
I detected something else: the unmistak-
able odor of female musk. Suddenly, I
was desperate to sink my cock into her,

so I let go of her waist and hiked her
tight dress up over her hips.

It didn't surprise me that she wasn't
wearing panties; in fact, 1 was downright
thrilled. So there was nothing impeding
me from running two fingers along her
dripping-wet slit, and Norah nodded her
approval, gasping loudly when I made
contact with her lust-swollen clit. When I
brought my drenched digits to my mouth
to suck off the tangy juices, she looked
me right in the eye before imploring,
“Fuck me.” I must have reflected too
long on how similar the salty, slightly
spicy flavor of pussy was to that of
leather, because this time, she insistently
demanded, “C’mon, fuck me now.”

red lipstick all over my mouth, before
lowering her head to the part of my col-
larbone that was exposed by the motor-
cycle jacket.

Norah worked her fingers into the neck
of my t-shirt as she licked and sucked at
the patch of bared flesh, as turned on by
the scent and taste of leather as I was.
Feeling her gloves moving over my back
and shoulders as I drove into her pussy
made me even more incensed. Soon my
prick was flying in and out of her slick-
ness, the shaft sticky with her juices. I
was huffing and puffing, and was re-
warded by a nose full of animal hide and
human lust with every breath that I took.

If that weren’t enough stimulation,

The palpitations
of her cunt combined with the sight,
sound, smell and feel
of the leather had me at my own peak
in a hurry.

The pants still binding my thighs
didn’t make it easy, but I managed to
turn us around and back her against
the middle of the three-paneled mirror.
Then, as I bent my knees slightly, Norah
took hold of my upward-pointing dick
and positioned it at her moist center. Fi-
nally, after her labia had enveloped my
cockhead, I thrust up into her, piercing
her cunt like an arrow as she secured her
arms around my neck.

She clung to me tightly for support as
I grasped her ass and hoisted her up so I
could sink into her even deeper. Next she
squeezed her legs around my waist, her
thighs contracting so hard that I could
feel them trembling against my sides.
Then she kissed me, smearing her bright
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I reopened my eyes and discovered we
were surrounded by leather-clad couples,
all of them fucking. No one had joined
us; it was our reflection in each of the
three panels of the mirror, and I drank in
the sight of the black pants inching down
toward my ankles and my partner's red
dress bunched up over her thighs and
creamy-white asscheeks. Never breaking
stride, I pumped into her with a quick but
steady rhythm, my balls flapping beneath
my length as my crown started pulsating.
Then Norah ripped her mouth from my
neck, threw back her head and let out a
whimper. It was clear that she was on the
cusp of orgasm—I could feel her inner
walls closing in around my dick—so I
set a plan of attack to join her, starting

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with lowering my face back to her heav-
ing chest.

I buried my nose in her cleavage and
breathed in deeply as I lapped at her
leather-spiced flesh. Then I sank my fin-
gers into her asscheeks to keep her steady
as her body began quaking. Somehow,
amidst all this, she managed to push
down her bodice, baring one of her large
breasts, so I moved my lips to her nipple
and sucked it hungrily. Immediately, she
let out a piercing cry as her thighs locked
tightly around my waist, and all I could
do was stand there buried inside her, with
no room to continue rocking my hips
back and forth. However, that wasn’t
necessary, because the palpitations of
her cunt combined with the sight, sound,
smell and feel of the leather had me at
my own peak in a hurry.

Norah’s entire body was shaking but
she managed to maintain her grip on me
as I came. As she whispered encourag-
ing words into my ear, the contents of
my balls began flooding her cunt. My
shaft pulsed in the throbbing grip of her

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canal as cream surged from the slit in my
crown. I panted against her neck, think-
ing I was done, but she reached down
and merely grazed my sac with a kid-
glove-covered finger, and just like that I
released one final blast of semen.

That last salvo depleted me of what
little energy I had remaining, leaving
me no choice but to let her down. She
slid gingerly off of my deflating prick,
and then I watched her in the mirror as
she pulled up her bodice and smoothed
down her skirt. Glancing at my own re-
flection, I grinned sheepishly at the sight
of the sweat- and come-stained leather
pants that technically weren't mine yet.
“Don’t worry,” Norah said. “Consider
them payment for services rendered.” As
I pulled them up and tucked in my shirt,
she explained that she not only worked
at the shop, she owned it, because of
how much she loved leather, and for all
the same reasons that I did. It was then
I knew Га met my match, and I’m now
happy to be a part of a relationship that’s
as strong as leather.

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РАМТУ LOVERS FEED THEIR FETISH
WITH A SEXY SHOPPING SPREE
Shopping for new panties is my favor-
ite way to spend quality time with my
girlfriend Nicole. | love buying her new
lingerie—bras, stockings, nighties, any-
thing, really—but panties are my favor-
Не. | love helping my girlfriend put her
panties on, | like taking them off, and |
even enjoy sifting through them and
picking out which pair she'll wear on any
given day.

Whenever Nicole and | go shopping,
we spend hours going through the lin-
gerie selection at the big department
stores in the mall before hitting the spe-
cialty shops and finally ending at the

nearby discount stores. We never
come back from a shopping trip with-
out at least a dozen pairs of panties,
and then my girlfriend always gives
me a fashion show. | get to see her
in every pair we've purchased that
day. | watch her put them on and
strut around the bedroom, and then
| watch her shimmy out of them—be-
fore starting all over again with the
next pair. It's a truly arousing spec-
tacle, and | always have to fight to
keep my hands off Nicole and her
underwear until the end of the show.

Last week my girl and | had a par-
ticularly good shopping trip. Her fa-
vorite department store was having
a sale, and we went crazy pulling all
our favorite pairs off the rack. There

shopping bags onto the bed so |
could look through our purchases.
There were lacy boyshorts and spar-
kly briefs. There were nude thongs,
black G-strings, silky white French-
cut panties and some ruffled items
that would be impossible to wear
under anything. Everything looked
so good that | couldn't choose what
Nicole should try on first. So | closed
my eyes and rooted around until |
settled on just one pair.

| handed the pair off to my naked
girlfriend without looking at it, want-
ing to be surprised. | even looked
away as she stepped into the pant-
ies and pulled them up her long legs.
It wasn't until she rubbed up against
me, distracting me from my second

I fingered the
ruffles on her panties before slipping
my hands past her
waistband and cupping her cheeks.

were sO many sexy ones to choose
from, and with the sale going on, we
didn't have to hold back. We took
every pair that struck our fancy.

By the time we were finished with
our shopping spree, we’d accumu-
lated almost two dozen pairs of pant-
ies, a handful of bras, some stock-
ings and a garter belt. It was the
most we'd ever bought at once, and |
couldn't wait to get home and see Ni-
cole try it all on. | broke almost every
traffic law as | raced back to the
house, and my dick was half-hard in
my pants by the time | pulled into the
driveway.

| dragged Nicole up to the bed-
room as soon as we walked inside,
and while she stripped out of her
jeans and t-shirt, | dumped all the
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look through the pile of lingerie, that
| noticed Га handed her a pair of red
lace boyshorts. They hugged her ass
nicely, the pattern of the lace letting
her creamy white skin peek through
while the cut of the shorts showed off
the delicious roundness of her ass. It
was one of the sexiest sights Га ever
seen, and | felt my cock go from half-
hard to completely stiff.

One pair of panties wasn't enough
of a show, though, and | wanted to
see more before things really got
started. | took a minute to caress Ni-
сое lace-covered ass, getting even
more turned on as | stroked her, and
then | pulled out the pair of pretty
panties | most wanted to see on her:
a pair of sequined low-rise black
briefs with ruffles on the ass.

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Nicole teasingly wiggled out of
the red shorts, bending over as
she stepped out of them, and then
tossed them back onto the bed. |
stared hungrily at her ass, her sweet
pink cunt peeking out from between
her legs when she was bent over,
and then handed her the next pair of
panties.

| couldn't tear my eyes away as
my girlfriend stepped into the ruffled
panties and then slid them gracefully
up her body until they were hugging
her ass. The black panties sparkled
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and then my undershirt before kick-
ing off my jeans and boxers. As soon
as my clothes were off, | grabbed Ni-
cole, who was still shaking her ass
for me, and pulled her against me.
| kissed her hard, my hands imme-
diately going down to her ass. | fin-
gered the ruffles on her panties for
a moment before slipping my hands
past her waistband and cupping her
smooth, firm cheeks.

Nicole and | continued kissing as
| spun her around and guided her
back to the bed. | moved my hands
from her ass and pushed her down

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ruffled backside made her delicious
ass appear even more appealing. lt
was one of the sexiest pairs of pant-
ies Га ever seen her wear, and | got
more and more turned on.

Nicole started doing a sultry little
dance, and | hurried to undress.
Usually | made it through at least half
a dozen pairs of panties before | lost
control and needed to get my girl-
friend into bed, but this time | couldn't
wait. Between the red shorts and the
ruffled panties, | was done.

| undressed as quickly as pos-
sible, shucking first my flannel shirt
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onto the mountain of discarded lin-
gerie, crawling up after her. | moved
on top of her and went in for another
kiss before trailing my lips down her
body. | stopped when | got to her tits,
and with my hands digging into the
pile of panties, | started sucking her
nipples one at a time. | sucked so
hard that Nicole started thrusting her
hips against me, silently begging me
to move on, and quickly. Not one to
disappoint, | released her nipple with
a pop and moved down her body
until | was staring at her sequin-cov-
ered cunt. | was tempted to eat her

pussy, but | didn't have the patience
for that, and | didn't think she did, ei-
ther. Instead, | slipped a finger past
the crotch of her panties and felt her
dripping-wet cunt. Then | thrust my
finger as far inside her as | could,
stretching her wide and pushing her
panty crotch aside at the same time.

then | started to fuck her.

Nicole looked incredible lying on
the bed surrounded by all her new
underthings. Her hair splayed out
across the pillows as she attempted
to dig her fingers into the comforter,
gripping stockings and thongs in her
fists instead. The look on her face
was one of pure ecstasy. She’d never
been so beautiful.

| started fucking her harder, really
trying to get us both off as fast as |
could. As | thrust in and out of her
hot cunt, my shaft rubbed against
her panties, and some of the sequins
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gently scratched my skin. It felt а
lot better than Га thought it would,
and the sensations spurred me on
to pound Nicole a little bit harder. |
moved in closer and lifted her legs
up to my shoulders, giving myself a
better angle, and the ruffles on her
ass started to rub my thigh. It tick-
led me in the best way, and | knew |
wouldn't last much longer.

her clit until she started screaming in
delight, and when her pussy started
spasming around my dick, | came,
too.

The minute | finished, | pulled out
of Nicole's cunt and collapsed on
the bed next to her, falling face-first
into her scattered panties. We took a
minute to rest, and then Nicole was
up and at it again. She stripped her
panties off and threw them into the
hamper in the corner before turning
to face me. “Austin?” she said, get-
ting my attention. | looked up. “Which
pair do you want me to try on next?”

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Suffice it to say, it was a long—but
wonderful—night!

Mr. Austin H.,

Atlanta, Georgia

HIS FOOT FETISH LEADS

TO HOT BONDAGE

WITH A GOTH STRANGER

When it comes to feet, | have specific
tastes. Just because I'm a fetishist
doesn't mean | like any old foot. Yes,
the sight of a woman's foot is usually
enough to make my dick hard, but
to really get me going, a female foot
should be delicate and petite, ideally
a size six, though | can appreciate a
seven on occasion.

l've rejected girls because their
feet were too big or not properly
pedicured. The plus side of being so
picky is that when a girl has perfect
feet—and takes care of them—it's as
if we share a common bond. It's an
excellent start to a relationship.

With all my years of experience,
| seem to have developed а sixth
sense about how naughty a girl will
let me get with her feet. After chat-
ting her up for just a short while, | can
guess if she'll let me lick them, tickle
them, come on them—all the good
stuff!

There is an aesthetic beauty to
the perfect foot, and for me, that's
intimately connected to getting off.
It's not just that my cock can fit per-
fectly between the soles of a girl with
delicate feet; it's the whole package.
Large feet seem incongruous to me,
like they belong on a man yet have
somehow accidentally sprouted from
a woman's legs.

I've ogled women's feet so much
over the years that | can usually
guess their exact size by sight. This
impresses many women, as does my
knowledge of specialty shops. The
latter comes in handy with ladies who
have exceptionally tiny feet and have
trouble finding shoes in their sizes.
Because | can offer suggestions on

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where to shop and what styles look
good on their feet, | gain favor with
the more fashion-obsessed, deli-
cately footed women.

When | met Melanie the other day,
| knew Га found a girl with potential.
She was petite, topping out at five-
foot-one. She was wearing a thin
black dress with no bra. | could dis-
cern the outline of her small breasts
through her clothes. She was pale,
with jet-black hair, and had painted
her fingernails black. Her look was
very Goth, but | sensed that she also
had an adventurous yet submissive
side. In addition to being into feet,
т a dom through and through. |
could never be with a big woman
who wanted to tie me up. | prefer
to be the one ordering girls around.
She was a beautiful lady, but what at-
tracted my attention were her open-
toed shoes, which she wore despite
the fact that it was a chilly day.

She was sitting in the park smok-
ing a cigarette, and | politely ap-
proached her. | didn't try to give her a
line about wanting a light or anything;
| just went for it. “Hi,” | said. “You look
like the kind of girl who isn't into the
regular dinner and a movie type of
date. l'm not either."

“What are you into?” she asked,
blowing smoke right up into my face,
as cool as a cucumber.

“Feet. | like to play with girls’ feet.
| like to tie them up and tickle them
and lick them. But only certain girls—
only those who are as kinky as | am.”

“What's in it for me?” she asked,
sounding blasé, though | thought |
detected a flicker of interest flash in
her eyes.

“What's in it for you? I'll make you
feel like no lover ever has. I'll make
your feet feel like the center of your
erotic universe.”

She looked me up and down, and
then said, “Okay, but it had better be
good.”

Well, that was a challenge | could

more than live up to! "| can start right
here with a little foot foreplay,” | told
her, sitting down on the opposite end
ofthe bench. Melanie slipped her feet
out of her shoes and placed them in
my lap. | proceeded to run my finger-
nails along her soles, tickling her, as
well as testing her to see how much
intensity she could take. When | did
finally grab her left foot in one hand
and press my fingers into the ball of
her foot, it was with my pleasure in
mind first. Hers was secondary. | dug
in hard, yet she didnt flinch or pull
away. She seemed to relax as | mas-
saged her roughly, and | pressed
even deeper. Then | pinched her big
toe, and when | looked at Melanie's
face, her teeth were clenched. |
chanced a slap at her heel, and she
rubbed her foot against my crotch
seductively.

| squeezed her foot as hard as |
could, and only got a contented
moan from Melanie in return. | knew
she was into my rough foot treatment,
so | proceeded to massage her feet
intensely until she was practically
purring. | was sure her pussy was
wet from my public foot rub.

"If you want more of that, you have
to come home with me,” | declared,
almost certain she would. This time,
her response was less blasé.

“Where do you live?” she asked,
shifting so that her feet pressed
against my thighs as she straight-
ened herself up. She was even more
beautiful up close; | do notice a
woman's looks aside from her feet,
even if her feet are the part | most
want to touch.

“A few blocks away,” | said.

We walked there in contented
quiet, and | led her into my house.
It's small, but big enough for me,
which means | have enough space
for a cozy dungeon in my basement.
It's not as elaborate or foreboding as
those at full-time kink palaces in big
cities, but it works for me. The center-
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piece is a flat padded table, to which
| can tie women. lt allows me to have
unlimited access to their most trea-
sured body parts: their feet.

| brusquely kissed Melanie upon
entering my home, and then told her
to shut her eyes. “I'm going to blind-
fold you soon, so you may as well get
used to the darkness.” She obeyed,
trembling as | ran my hand up under
her dress and between her legs.
| pressed hard against her panty-
covered pussy for a moment before
moving my hands up to tweak each
nipple. Then | proceeded to undress
her completely, my dick getting rock-
hard at the sight of her bare feet.

As we stood at the top of the stairs,
| slipped a black silk blindfold over
her eyes, and then carefully led her
down into my dungeon. While | es-
corted her, | described exactly what
| was going to do to her, seeing her
pretty face blush with excitement.
She seemed as aroused as | was.

| strapped Melanie to the table,
making sure her wrists and ankles
were secured but that her bindings
weren't too snug. “You can be as loud
as you want here, so I'm not going to
gag you today—but maybe | will next
time.” She moaned and squirmed
upon hearing that, letting me know
that she liked the idea.

| rummaged in my toy box for a pair
of Wartenberg wheels. | hadn't used
them in a while and was eager to see
how she'd react. | started by running
one spiked wheel lightly along the
ball of her foot, then along the length
of her sole. She shifted in her bonds,
and | pressed a little more deeply,
before moving to the other. | teased
her with the metal wheel all over the
bottom of each foot and then picked
up the second wheel. Га never used
two at the same time, but this was
the perfect opportunity.

When | used both of the wheels on
her, Melanie really started to go wild.
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her toes. It was a beautiful sight, and
when | put the toys down, | could
practically feel her disappointment.
| whispered in her ear, “Be good for
me. I’m coming back with another
surprise,” then | slipped upstairs. |
grabbed some ice cubes, put them
in a glass, and raced back down-
stairs to my beautiful Goth captive.
When | brought the first ice cube to
her heel, Melanie yelped. Soon | was
again double-teaming her—rubbing
ice on both of her tiny feet. When
those cubes had fully melted, | took
another one and traced it along the

opening of her pussy, before plung-
ing the melting cube inside her sex.
“Are you ready for me to fuck your
feet, Melanie?”

“Yes, l'm ready," she said, and
| kissed her for a few minutes, until
her moans again alerted me to how
turned on she was. | untied her and
readjusted her bonds, bending her
legs and wrapping the soft ropes
around her ankles so that her soles
formed a snug space for my dick. |
grabbed some lube, massaging it
into her soles, and then added some
to my cock. Soon | was plunging my

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hard dick between her small, per-
fect arches while | had a gorgeous
view of her cunt. She pressed her
feet tight against me, and | savored
the glorious sensation until | had to
come. | groaned as my climax hit me,
and my load shot all over her feet. |
watched the white cream slide along
her toes and down to her ankles. It
was a beautiful sight.

| untied her bonds and maneu-
vered one foot up to her mouth. She
knew what | wanted and began to
lick my come off her toes. She was
as kinky as she was beautiful.

Afterward, | let her take a shower,
and then bid her farewell. "If you
want to see me again, be at the park
at the same time, a week from today.
Wear tall heels, at least four inches
high. Something strappy. If | like what
| see, I'll take you home again.” Mela-
nie nodded. | didn’t take her number
and didn't give her mine.

I’m hoping she'll once again be at
the park, and we can indulge in fur-
ther foot adventures. If we do I'll be
sure to write to you again.

Mr. Fred B.,
Boulder, Colorado

Breanne is a wild girl

and willing to take on the
craziest dares. When her
girlfriend urges her to jump
in the shower, she does so—
without bothering to strip
out of her sexy fetish outfit.
She goes all out, soaking
herself with the shower's
warm spray. Before long,
she's wet in every sense of
the word and needs to sate
her carnal hunger.

Breanne peels off her panties
and the pulsating spray hits
her pussy. She closes her eyes
and concentrates on the sexy
sensation of water hitting
her clit, making herself come
again and again.

Overwhelmed with
pleasure, she sinks to
the tiled floor, run-
ning her hand along
her slit. With a few
flicks of her fingers,
she gets off one last
time, surrendering
to ecstasy with

a blissful sigh of
release.

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By Dirk Goldman

UMMER AND 1 flopped down

on a park bench after a brisk jog

along the waterfront. It was the

day after Thanksgiving, a good
day for people watching.

I glanced at my girlfriend and smiled.
Even after our lengthy jog, Summer
looked great. It didn't matter that her
face was flushed and sweaty, or that her
long, thick black hair was in disarray, or
even that her luscious figure was clad in
gray sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She's
tall and dark-eyed, with a permanent
San Diego tan and a fit, curvy body that
makes people stare, no matter what she's
wearing.

“Hey, Dirk.” Summer directed my at-
tention to a jogger who was coming up
the path. “She's pretty.” As the young
woman got closer, Summer amended her
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assessment. “Actually, she's hot.”

To my surprise, I recognized the jog-
ger. It was Emily, my girlfriend before
Summer. I hadn't seen her in more than
a year but it was easy to remember the
intense physical connection that had
dominated our relationship. Sex with
Emily had been vigorous and frequent.
It was fun while it lasted, but eventually
Emily wanted to spread her wings and
see the world, while I needed to stay in
San Diego and finish graduate school.
Our split was amicable; we parted as
friends. Now here she was again, looking
better than ever—green eyes, small nose,
creamy skin, blonde hair bouncing as she
jogged toward us. She was dressed to
show off her toned body.

Т glanced at Summer and thought,
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reminded myself that Summer is а very
confident woman and hardly the jealous
type; in fact she's as easygoing as anyone
Гуе ever met. I probably had even less
to worry about with Emily —wild, insa-
tiable Emily, with whom Pd once had a
threesome involving another woman. It
had been Em's idea, and it had gone over
spectacularly.

When my old lover caught sight of
me, her eyes flew open wide. “Dirk! Oh,
my gosh!” she exclaimed.

Summer shot me a sidelong glance
and whispered, “Don’t tell me—an old
flame?”

“Afraid so.” I smiled and waved, and
then there was no more time for hushed
remarks, because Emily was hugging me
and laughing with delight. After a mo-
ment I extricated myself and introduced
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her to Summer, who was watching with
a bemused expression. Upon hearing
Emily’s name, her eyebrows went up.
"[t's nice to be able to put a face with a
name,” she said.

“Oh, has Dirk told you about me?"
Emily asked.

"A little" I had mentioned the three-
some. Summer had been fascinated, de-
manding details. Meeting her gaze now,
I could see that her interest was seriously
piqued. Emily seemed equally intrigued
by Summer as the two women took stock
of each other. Summer is by nature a
warm, charismatic person with a sunny
disposition, truly deserving of her name.
Everyone who meets her likes her imme-
diately, and I could see it was the same
with Emily.

“You have me at a disadvantage,”

Emily said, “because I know nothing
about you.” Her tone was playful, her
smile suddenly coy.

“Well,” my impetuous girlfriend re-
plied, “why don't you come up to our
place and have a drink with us?”

This caught me off guard. Emily
seemed surprised, too, but also glad. My
girlfriend looked at me, searching my
face for a reaction. I found myself more
than happy to go along. There was some-
thing exciting brewing, I could tell.

“Sure, that's a great idea,” I said. “It
would be good to catch up, Em.”

Emily looked at the ground and kicked
a stone. When she raised her head again,
her grin was even more mischievous.

belly and curled her hand around it. One
thing would certainly have led to another
if the doorbell hadn’t sounded just then.

I threw a towel around my waist and
went to the door. Emily looked great in a
fitted shirt and leather skirt. My cock was
still hard from the shower play with Sum-
mer; it lifted my towel like a tent pole.
Naturally, Emily’s gaze settled there. He
expression immediately turned devilish.
It was a look Га seen often when we had
been together, a look that often led to her
most debauched behavior.

“Nice, Dirk,” she said, with a smirk.

“Sorry, we lost track of time.”

“Don’t be sorry.” The smirk deepened.
She was so damn sexy.

The sight of their
sapphic lip-lock and the touch
of their hands all over
my pleasure zone had my pulse
racing.

“Okay, why not?” she said.

We gave her our address and agreed to
expect her around five that afternoon. We
talked a while longer, reluctant to cut off
whatever it was that was building among
us. Summer and Emily chatted effort-
lessly, becoming fast friends before my
eyes. “Well, see you at five,” Emily said
at last, and she jogged off.

Back in the apartment, Summer was
especially frisky as we showered and
rubbed soapy lather all over each other.
Her skin was lusciously smooth and her
breasts, despite their large size, seemed
to defy gravity. I cupped my hands over
them and lightly tweaked the coral-hued
nipples until they were as stiff as my
cock. She felt my erection against her
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“Come on in,” I said, stepping aside.
“TIl be right back. Make yourself com-
fortable. Here's Summer.” She had just
come into the room, barefoot and wear-
ing jeans and a red t-shirt. Her wet hair
was combed back. She smiled at Emily.
Г went to get dressed, leaving the two of
them alone.

A short while later Í rejoined them in
the living room. They were sitting on the
couch with margaritas in hand, whisper-
ing to one another like schoolgirls with
a secret.

“I sense a conspiracy,” I said.

Emily filled a glass from the pitcher
on the coffee table and handed it to me.
“Your girlfriend has an idea.”

“Oh?”

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Summer grinned. "She's been telling
me about your threesome.” It was impos-
sible not to see the desire in her face. My
cock stirred in my pants.

“Гуе already told you all about that,”
I said.

"It's worth hearing twice.” Summer
turned fully to me; her eyes flashed with
outright lust. “Let’s do it. The three of
us.”

My manhood unfurled the rest of the
way and strained against the inside of
my zipper. I got up from my easy chair
and approached my companions. Emily
leaned close to Summer, took her chin
in hand and kissed her full on the lips.
Summer didn’t hesitate at all; she kissed
Emily back with a vehemence that took
my breath away. At the same time, Sum-
mer’s fingers found the fly of my jeans
and yanked the zipper down. I finished
the job for her, unsnapping the button
and pulling my jeans and boxer shorts
down to my knees. My cock leaped into
her hand. Summer kept making out with
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down my dick. Emily reached out, too,
and fondled my heavy balls. The sight
of their sapphic lip-lock and the touch
of their hands all over my pleasure zone
had my pulse racing.

Summer turned toward me and low-
ered her crimson lips over my penis.
Emily ran her hands over Summer’s
body while she watched my girlfriend
suck me. My heart pounded as Sum-
mer slid her lips down my pole as far as
she could go. After a while, she leaned
back and offered my dick to Emily, who
greedily picked up where Summer had
left off. Her technique was novel and yet
familiar to me as she bobbed back and
forth, stirring memories of the count-
less times she’d gone down on me in
the past. Summer kissed and nibbled the
back of Emily’s neck while keeping an
eye on my cock. When Emily yielded to
her, Summer sealed her lips once more
around my twitching rod. She slurped
with such gusto that I felt a tingle at the
base of my cock, signaling my impend-
ing release. Summer was practically sy-

phoning the cream right out of my balls.

Recognizing that she'd taken me
past the point of no return, Summer
cried, “Come on, baby, squirt it!” As
she pumped her hand up and down my
pulsing shaft, Emily reached between
my legs and grabbed my ass. She even
slipped a finger into my crack. Almost
immediately my cock began spouting
milky ribbons of semen with a force that
took all three of us by surprise. The first
blast ended up in Summer’s hair; the sec-
ond lewdly festooned Emily’s chin. After
that the girls got matters under control
and, taking turns at my crown, they swal-
lowed the rest of my load.

Т stumbled around to the easy chair
and sat down for a minute. On the couch,
Emily lifted Summer's shirt and reached
inside to stroke her breasts. Anxious to
help her, Summer pulled the shirt over
her head. Then she helped Emily do the
same. I was intrigued to see that neither
of them wore a bra this afternoon, but
then, neither Summer nor Emily really
needed one. When they leaned toward
one another for another scintillating
kiss, Emily’s firm, taut breasts pressed
into Summer’s slightly larger ones, and
their stiff nipples rubbed together, elicit-
ing murmurs of delight from both girls.
Emily’s hands were all over Summer’s
chest, stroking, tracing, learning the soft
contours. Summer lowered her head and
closed her lips over Emily’s pink nubs
to suck one, then the other. Emily’s eyes
closed, and she arched her back, feeding
her flesh to the other woman’s mouth.

While they were indisposed, I took
my pants all the way off and my shirt,
too. Then I went to the couch, knelt
down and unbuttoned Summer’s pants.
It would have taken me a while to get
them off her, considering how close-fit-
ting they were, but Summer disengaged
herself from Emily and helped me. Her
cotton thong went next, leaving her com-
pletely, dazzlingly nude. Emily stripped
bare, too, while her gaze roamed over
Summer’s ripe body. The erotic flames
in their eyes spoke volumes.
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MILY lay back on the couch
with insouciance, letting her
legs splay open. When we had
been together, Emily had al-
ways kept her vulva completely hair-free.
It was just the same now; she was smooth
and bald down there. Summer, on the
other hand, keeps a narrow landing strip
of curly black hair to adorn her pubic
zone. Comparing them now, I couldn't
decide which style I liked better—and
then I almost laughed in amazement at
having the opportunity to compare them
side-by-side in the first place.

“Come here, Summer,” Emily said,
her voice sultry. “I want so badly for you
to taste me.”

Like a cat on the prowl, Summer
crawled toward Emily on her hands
and knees. Trembling with excitement,
she lowered her shoulders and pressed
her face into the V of Emily’s crotch. I
watched, mesmerized, as Emily pushed
her cunt against my girlfriend’s mouth.
“Oh, God, that's good,” she murmured.
Her hands flew to her breasts; her fingers
pinched and pulled her nipples. Sum-
mer's face was partly hidden by Emily’s
flexing thighs, but I could see her head
moving up, down, and side to side as she
worked her tongue vigorously in Emily’s
succulent folds. Summer’s breasts were
flattened against the couch and her ass
was up in the air behind her, looking in-
credibly inviting. It was time for me to
get back into the action.

My cock was leaking pre-come as I
knelt on the couch behind Summer. She
looked so smutty like that, with her ass
up and her face down in another woman’s
pussy, that for a moment I could only
stop and stare. My lust soon got the better
of me, though. Quick as a flash I slotted
my dick between Summer’s swollen cunt
lips and rocked forward. She cried out
with delight and lifted her head to look
back at me with a sloppy grin. Then she
turned her attention back to Emily’s clit
while I buried my manhood to the hilt in
her juicy hole. My rhythm was slow at
first, almost indolent, which made Sum-

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тег wiggle her hips impatiently at me.
Soon, however, I let the fever take hold
and began fucking her with the amped-
up energy she craved. Summer undulated
wildly between Em and me, as waves of
passion rolled through her slinky frame.
Т knew it wouldn't take much more to
make her climax.

Hooking my hands around Summer's
hips, I pumped ferociously into the con-
fines of her cunt. Each time I plunged
home, she lurched into Emily’s sex. I
imagined her lips mashing against Em-
ily’s plump clit and her tongue forging
deeply into Emily’s hole. Emily grabbed
fistfuls of Summer’s hair and bucked her
hips off the couch to meet Summer’s
tongue. A moment later Emily went mad,
her whole body twisting and writhing in
ecstasy. Summer kept right on licking
with gusto, as if Emily’s sex juices were
the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted.
I kept up my end, too, pounding away
at Summer with abandon. I could hardly
believe I was in a three-way involving
my former and present girlfriends.

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Emily, who was still catching her
breath, wriggled off the couch and
crawled back to me so she could see the
finale up close. She stroked my ass with
one hand and Summer’s back with the
other. Summer rocked against me freely
now, a sex machine hell-bent on sending
us both over the edge. It didn’t take long.
“Oh, fuck—I’m coming!” she yelled.
Her hands gripped the leather seat cush-
ion with white-knuckled intensity.

“Here it comes,” I rasped, as my balls
prepared to empty themselves of all they
had left.

“Come on her back. I want to see
Emily cried. I pulled out of Summer just
in time to shoot off all over her back and
butt. Emily rubbed the sticky stuff into
Summer’s skin and then, with a lewd
grin at both Summer and me, she licked
her fingers clean.

We were all pretty wiped out after
that, but Emily made no move to leave
our place. I was glad, and so was Sum-
mer, who blurted, “Stay for dinner, will
you? Oh hell, just stay the night!”

Emily agreed. We all showered, and
then we enjoyed some Thanksgiving left-
overs. It was late by the time we finished
cleaning up. Emily joined us in our bed,
which was roomy enough for three. The
girls sandwiched themselves on either
side of me. I'd never had such a sensual
send-off to sleep as I did that night.

Sometime later, in the wee hours of the
morning, I woke up when I felt the bed
moving. I opened my eyes but the room
was so dark, I could hardly see anything.
Quiet, mewling sounds of feminine plea-
sure brought me fully awake. As my
eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that
Emily was crouched between Summer's
knees and her head was deep between
Summer's thighs. Summer moaned and
raked her hands through Emily's blonde
locks. I looked at Summer's face and saw
the raw passion there, the unabashed lust
that turned her eyes bright and feverish.
She stared back at me, looking so com-
pletely turned on that my penis instantly
hardened. My girlfriend was getting oral
from my ex and loving it.

Emily must have zeroed in on her
clit just then, because Summer gasped
and raised herself up on her elbows.
She grabbed her quivering breasts and
squeezed them together. Emily tongued
her more ardently still, making Summer
thrash about. The mattress springs sent
up an outcry. “Ah, yes!” Summer ex-
claimed, going tense all over. She let out
a long, whispery sigh of satisfaction that
belied the true depth of her orgasm.

“Pm glad you're awake,” Emily said
at last, looking at me with a concupis-
cent smile. She crawled over and pulled
the sheets down to my knees, exposing
my rock-hard dick. “Pve never forgot-
ten what a lovely cock you have, Dirk,”
she went on. “So heavy and thick . . . "
She ran a finger down the underside of
my throbbing shaft, then back up to trace
circles around the meaty crown. With-
out another word she lowered her mouth
over my glans. Her lips were still sloppy
with Summer's juices.

Summer joined in at once, kissing and
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licking all over my staff's lower half,
and my balls, too. She stopped only long
enough to say, “We need you to fuck us,
honey. Both of us, right now.”

"That's right,” Emily intoned with
quiet urgency. “Do us both. Hard.” Even
as she said it she was already climbing
aboard, demonstrating as she did so the
physical agility Га always admired about
her. She settled her toned, lithe body
over me and screwed herself down on
my shaft with a moan of contentment.
I remembered that silky grasp so well.
Emily peered down to watch my cock
disappear inside her, just as she always
used to. Then she sat up straight and got
busy lifting and lowering herself on my
dick like she might never get another
chance. Her stomach was tight and flat;
I could see the vague outlines of her ab-
dominal muscles as she powered herself
like a piston atop my prick.

EANWHILE, Summer
squatted over my face and
lowered her slit onto my
lips. Her scent filled my
nose and her taste filled my mouth as
I snaked my tongue into her soft folds.
Working two fingers into the tight space
between Summer's vulva and my mouth,
I spread her nether lips open to better
expose her dripping pink recesses. Her
plump clit was ripe for the taking, so I
sealed my lips to it and sucked in the
way I knew she liked. Summer yelped
with joy and mashed her cunt against
my face. She was soon close to the edge,
and when I reached up to press my wet
thumb against her anus, she came hard,
grinding her sex against my mouth.
Emily's passionate growls were grow-
ing louder, too. Her boundless sexual en-
ergy was on full display as she rose and
fell on my cock like a woman bewitched.
Her ass smacked down against my thighs
faster and harder with every passing sec-
ond, until finally I felt the primal spasm
of her cunt and a corresponding gush
of wetness. My dick was twitching and
nearly ready to explode, but Emily rolled

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off me when her climax ebbed and lay on
her back beside me. I knew from experi-
ence that she was hardly sated, just as I
knew that Summer wanted more, too. As
I watched, Summer climbed off me and
crawled on top of Emily to form a sixty-
nine. I knelt behind Summer and planted
my prick in her sloppy cunt. Emily’s
face was between Summer’s thighs, just
below my balls. She stuck out her tongue
and lapped at Summer’s clit while I
rocked my shaft in and out of Summer’s
hole. Simpering, desperate cries of pas-
sion rent the air again, as our orgy of lust
intensified. I felt a climax coming like an
onrushing locomotive.

“Finish in my ass!” Summer yelled,
lifting her head from Emily’s crotch to
look back at me. I imagined Emily’s sur-
prise upon hearing her plea, but I merely
grinned and took it in stride. Summer
often likes me to come in her backside.
When I slid out of her pussy, Emily
reached up, grabbed my cock and held
it to Summer’s smallest hole. I pushed
forward into my girl’s amazing ass and

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didn’t stop until I was completely buried
between her cheeks. Emily went back to
slurping and licking on Summer's geni-
tals from below while I sawed away at
my girlfriend’s firm, round rump from
behind. Summer reached an impressive
climax in short order, bucking at me and
babbling incoherently as her juices ran
down onto Emily’s tongue.

I couldn’t hold off a second longer.
Squeezing Summer’s supple asscheeks
in my hands, I slammed into her back-
door once more and released torrents of
come into her steamy depths. Emily, her
tongue still twirling in Summer’s cunt,
watched the whole thing from below, at
point-blank range.

Exhausted, I fell back onto the bed.
My companions crawled up on either
side of me. We pulled the covers up and
were soon asleep. When I opened my
eyes again, late-morning sun streamed
through the windows. Summer lay curled
up at my side, sleeping contentedly, but
Emily was gone. Her note on the night-
stand read simply: “Until next time.”

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a SEXY LADY GIVES THANKS
FOR A DIRTY THREEWAY
WITH TWO HOT GIRLS
Last year, | decided that rather than
fly across the country to be with rela-
tives for Thanksgiving, Га stay in my
new town of Los Angeles, where it was
sunny and beautiful, and have dinner
| at my friends’ place. Ellen and Wendy
are a couple, and | guessed that their
meal would be more festive, drunken
and hot than any Thanksgiving Га ever
attended. As it turned out, | was right!
What | discovered is that Thanksgiv-
ing with your sexy, silly friends is very
different from one with family members.
Not only did we make whatever foods
we wanted, even if they weren’t tradi-

tional—like chocolate pudding—l
also wound up having a threesome
with some friends of theirs, but l'Il get
to that in a minute.

"What can | do to help?" | asked
my friends the day before.

"Well, Stacy . . . we know cooking
isn't your greatest skill, so why don't
you be our greeter," Ellen suggested.
"Wear something sexy and make
sure people have drinks. And, if
you're so inclined, feel free to flirt—or
more." | raised an eyebrow, and then
grinned. | love to flirt with men and
women, though | only have sex with
women. Being a hostess was defi-
nitely a much better role for me than
that of a chef, since I’m the kind of
person who'd fail at boiling water.

bing Wendy's shapely ass whenever
| passed her. We have the kind of
friendship where a little flirting is al-
ways thrown into the mix. That's the
kind of people we are.

Then the doorbell rang, and my of-
ficial duties began. | started greeting
guests, taking their coats, and then
showing them where to put their pot-
luck dishes. There weren't too many
guests, altogether ten, so eventually
| could mingle. | was pretty sure one
couple, Beth and Heidi, were flirting
with me, but | wasn't totally sure until
they flanked me at the dinner table.
“We call dibs on Stacy,” Beth said.
She's a cute, petite blonde, and she
put her manicured hand on my bare
leg and gave it a squeeze. She kept

Beth strapped on
a dildo and fucked Heidi while
I watched. I had to finger
myself because I was so turned on.

| decided to wear a bikini for our
party, since that’s not something |
could wear at a typical Thanksgiving.
It was sexy, but not as blatant as lin-
gerie would've been. | had only got-
ten to wear that new yellow and white
bikini twice during the summer, but
I'd been working out a lot so | knew
ра look great.

The idea of wearing a bathing suit
indoors was fun. | went heavy on
the makeup, glamming up for the
guests, some of whom | knew al-
ready. They were going to be mostly
women, which intrigued me. Maybe
I'd wind up getting some after-dinner
nookie! | “helped” my friends prior to
our guests’ arrival by reaching over
their shoulders and tasting whatever
they were whipping up, and by grab-
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her hand there while we feasted. The
food was delicious, but | was so fo-
cused on the women next to me, |
could barely taste any of it.

“So what do you think, Stace?”
asked Wendy, pointing to my near-
empty plate. Га been sitting there,
eating in a lust-fueled daze. “More?”
she prompted.

“Um, sure,” | said, picking up my
plate with shaky hands and pass-
ing it over for another helping of tur-
key and stuffing. As | shifted, Beth's
fingers slid upward until they were
between my legs. | wondered if ev-
eryone else could tell what was hap-
pening. Then my breath caught a
few minutes later when | felt Heidi put
her hand on my other leg. The two
women were working me in tandem,

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and it was all | could do to swallow
the food in my mouth. Finally dinner
was over, and | volunteered to help
clean up. Wendy pulled me aside
and said, “You've done plenty, plus
| noticed what was going on under
the table with Beth and Heidi. They're
into you—why not go for it?”

“Im nervous," | said, which was
silly because Га had threesomes
before, but never with women Га just
met.

“But you like them, right?” she
asked.

“Yes,” | said, blushing.

our room if you want.” She winked
at me and returned to the kitchen to
clean up.

Beth and Heidi were waiting for me
in the living room, and Heidi grabbed
me and pulled me close for a lusty
kiss. She was taller and more aggres-
sive than her girlfriend, raking her
nails through my hair and making me
moan into her mouth. “Come home
with us, Stacy. We want to show you
a good time.” She grabbed my hips
and pulled me tight. How could | re-
fuse? | threw on my raincoat over my

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bikini and followed them out. “You two

can take the backseat,” Heidi said,
and no sooner had she driven away
than Beth was all over me again, slid-
ing her hand under my bikini top to
play with my nipple. Her fingers were
small but nimble, and | soon forgot
about being in the car and went with
it, Kissing Beth passionately.

“How does she taste?” Heidi called
over to the backseat.

“Delicious,” was Beth's reply.

Soon we were inside their place,
and they undressed me, and then
showed me their giant waterbed.

“And these are our toys!” Beth said
proudly, pulling out a giant container
from under their nightstand. They
had almost everything a girl could
want, but | was curious about what
they liked the most.

“What's your favorite?” | asked
Beth.

"Well . . . ” She got a mischievous
look on her face. “Га say this one.”
She held up a purple double-ended
dildo. I'd never used one before but
was willing to try, and if | didn't like it,
I'd eagerly eat her pussy instead.

"What about Heidi, though?" I

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asked, not wanting to exclude her.

“Oh, I’m sure she can figure out
something to keep herself occupied,”
Beth said, as she started to rub the
end of the purple toy against my
pussy, through the fabric of my bikini.
Meanwhile, Heidi’s fingers were all
over me, one hand exploring my sex
as the fingers on the other teased
my nipple. Before long, | was totally
naked and Beth was working the
toy inside me. “She's so wet. | don't
think she needs any lube at all,” Beth
observed. Then she pressed the toy
all the way inside me, before settling
onto the other end herself. Seeing
our pussies so close together, and
the feeling of the toy filling me up,
plus Heidi's roving hands, all gave
me a thrill.

| was getting very close to or-
gasm, but | wasn't sure of the proto-
col. Should | wait for Beth? She must
have sensed my dilemma because
she said, "| want you to come,” and
then reached for my clit, pressing
her thumb against it and rubbing it
in circles. | trembled, my whole body
vibrating with pleasure as Heidi let
me suck on her fingers while Beth
brought me to an explosive climax.
Then | did the same for Beth, follow-
ing her instructions on how to touch
her clit while Heidi worked her nip-
ples, twisting them as Beth released
increasingly loud groans of pleasure.
When she came, her eyes practically
rolled back in her head.

Then Beth strapped on a dildo and
fucked Heidi while | watched. Both of
them came loudly, and | had to finger
myself to another orgasm because |
was so turned on. | was thankful, in-
deea, to have gotten such an intimate
peek into their sex life, and to share it
with them. | was given an open in-
vitation for a return visit, so perhaps
there'll be some kissing under the
mistletoe come Christmastime!

Ms. Stacy R.,
Los Angeles, California
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SHE GOES ON VACATION,
LOOKING FOR SEX, AND

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TO FULFILL HER NEEDS

Some people go on vacation to
sightsee; | go on vacation for sex.
It's not that | never have sex in my
hometown, but it's more fun when
l'm on vacation. | don't have to worry
about the potential awkwardness of
running into a former one-night stand
while I’m grocery shopping, I’m not
worried about getting up early the
next day for work, and my inhibitions
are just generally lower when I'm out
of town.

| like to save my wilder sexual
adventures for when I’m away from
home. | work very hard at my job, and
sometimes | get so tense that even а
two-hour massage doesn't relax me.
To escape, l'Il plan a three-day week-
end somewhere tropical and jet off
with a tiny bag in which I’ve packed
a bikini, a sundress or two, some
panties and a magazine.

Last weekend, | went to Turks and
Caicos. Like | said, I’m not really there
for the sightseeing, though | do make
a point to check out muscled men on
the beach—and their bulges. | love
to make men squirm when they see
me staring directly at their crotches.
Some of them get shy and turn away,
even though | can tell they want to
fuck me. Some are with their wives
or girlfriends, and while Га totally be
up for a threesome, most men are
too nervous to ask their partners to
indulge in some crazy vacation sex.

But for the men who are bold
enough, I'm ready, willing and
eager—and | make sure they know
it. I'll do things like send a drink to a
guy at a bar with a dirty message at-
tached, and see how he reacts. I've
gotten some incredibly hot sex that
way.

This most recent trip was a last-
minute getaway; I'd found a cheap
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The men's names were Darryl
and Jason, and both were tall. Dar-
ryl had dirty-blond hair and was lean
and strong, while Jason was a big-
ger guy; he told me he used to play
football in college and now ran a car
dealership. The boys seemed con-
tent to sit beside me and flirt. | was
so happy to be basking in the sun—
and their attention—and | knew that
ра get to take at least one of them

"| think that's enough lotion, actually,
since | don't plan to be outside for
too much longer. We should go up
to my room and . . . relax, don't you
think?" With that | stood, grabbed my
towel and water bottle, and started
to walk away. | figured that whoever
followed me could have me. When |
turned back a few steps later, | saw
that both men were behind me. That
really put a smile on my face.

In my room, we didn't have to worry
about anyone's prying eyes. Our
hands could go anywhere—and they
did! I felt Darryl peeling down my bi-
kini bottoms while Jason revealed my
nipples and started sucking on them
one at a time. The feeling of strong
male hands massaging my ass while

Jason and Darryl
were a sexy tagteam, handsome
and hungry for as
much of me as they could get.

back to my room. But as time wore
оп, | started to sense that maybe we
could all have some fun together,
and that | wouldn't have to choose
between them.

| decided to test my hunch by ask-
ing Jason to rub some more suntan
lotion onto my back, "and Darryl, you
can do the front of me. You two don't
mind sharing me, right?" | asked,
letting the lusty suggestion hang in
the air. Their fingers slowed for a mo-
ment as they realized what | was pro-
posing.

| moaned as Jason dug his fingers
into my shoulders, and then | moaned
again when Darryl's fingers drifted
lightly along my décolletage. He and
| shared a smile, and then | leaned
back to rest against Jason's shoulder.
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male lips sucked ту nubs was over-
whelming. lt was then made even
more so when Darryl got down on his
knees so he could lick my ass. There
are few sensations | love more than
having my ass licked, though per-
haps having my pussy licked comes
close. Just as | thought that, Jason
started to stroke the entrance to my
sex, teasing me with his fingers as
his mouth got more aggressive.
When Jason also got on his knees
and began tonguing my pussy while
his fingers pinched and twisted my
nipples, | cried out. | was going to
come soon if they kept this up! An-
other woman might have felt guilty
about not reciprocating their atten-
tion, but not me. This was my vaca-
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two men who were more than eager
to use their tongues on my most inti-
mate parts, all the better for me. Be-
sides, | didn't hear any complaints.
Both of them were very good at
going down. It's such a shame when
the hottest guy in the room turns out
to be the laziest lover around. But
Jason and Darryl were a sexy tag-
team, handsome and hungry for
as much of me as they could get. |
could tell, even without touching their
cocks, that they were aroused. The
frenzied motion of their tongues, the
grunts they made, and the way their
hands eagerly roamed over my body
told me they wanted me. | reached
down to grab Jason's short-cropped
hair, eager for something to hold on

“| want your cock in my pussy, and
Darryl’s in my ass,” | said, glad to
ask for what | wanted. When Га first
started having sex, l'd gone along
with whatever my lovers wanted, and
while that wasn't always a bad thing,
sometimes Га been too shy to tell
them what | craved, but no longer.

“Do you have any lube?” Darryl
asked, which indicated to me that
he was familiar with how anal sex
works—always a good sign. Guys
who just want to ram their cocks into
me without proper preparation don't
get very far. | did happen to have
lube, since whenever | travel | bring
that, a vibrator and a pair of nipple
clamps. You never know what might
happen, and | like to be prepared.

Soon Í was
coming. When I climaxed, both men
held me tight, and I
felt like I was melting in their arms.

to as my knees threatened to buckle.

“Wow, you guys are good,” | said
afterward, which was quite the un-
derstatement. I've had plenty of lov-
ers, but these two were amazing.
“Now how can | return the favor?” |
asked.

“| want to fuck your ass,” Dar-
ryl said, and when | looked over at
him, he looked like he was halfway to
climax himself. | heard Jason grunt
softly, and looked over at him.

“What about you?” | asked.

“Anything you want,” he said.

What | wanted was both guys in-
side me at once.
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“п that little red case over there,” |
said, pointing to the nightstand. Dar-
ГУ reached into the open case for the
lube, slathering some on his cock,
then handing it to me. When Jason
gave me a questioning look | said,
“Honey, you know how wet | am,
my pussy is plenty slick.” | laughed,
and then kissed him. Jason seemed
the more innocent of the pair, and |
didn't mind that this was probably
his first threesome. Maybe he'd learn
something. | pulled him onto the bed
and straddled him, rubbing his dick
against my slit before sliding down
over his shaft. He moaned, look-
ing up at me with pure desire in his
eyes.

Then | turned to Darryl and winked,
before pressing my chest against

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Jason's and thrusting my ass in the
air as much as | could to give Darryl
the easiest entry possible. “Please
fill me. | want two cocks inside me,”
| said, though the truth was, if there
were a third cock handy, Га have
been happy to suck it, too! Soon
Darryl was rubbing his slippery fin-
gers against my hole, sliding them
into me to make me slick, and then
he replaced his fingers with his cock.
He could tell how ready | was.

| took Darryl's dick in my backdoor,
while keeping my hands on the bed
next to Jason's shoulders. Jason's
hands were on my waist, holding
me steady, while Darryl’s were on
my butt cheeks. The experience was
one of fullness and wantonness, but
this time | knew | was giving them
the same kind of pleasure | was re-
ceiving as my inner muscles gripped
each cock tightly. “You're so wet,”
Jason said as | slid gently up and
down. Soon we had a rhythm going,
with each man adjusting his thrusts
so we were in sync. | even noticed
that Darryl reached down and would
occasionally touch Jason, and know-
ing that they two men were so near
each other, were practically fucking
each other through me, was exciting.
| balanced on one hand and pinched
my nipple with the other, smiling at
Jason.

“Touch your clit,” Darryl whispered
in my ear, and the heat of his breath
on my skin, plus following his com-
mand, made me come in no time.
| cried out, not caring if my hotel
neighbors heard me, and then col-
lapsed onto Jason while both men
continued to pound me. Soon Darryl
pulled out and told me he was going
to come on my back.

“Yes!” | said, and felt his cream
land all over my backside, some of it
no doubt dripping down onto Jason
and the bed. Then he moved aside,
and | really rose up and slammed
back down onto Jason, who had
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scrunched up his face and looked
ready to come soon. "| love the
way you fuck me with your big hard
cock,” | said, and that little bit of dirty
talk did it. Jason exploded, and | had
another mini climax along with him.
We collapsed on the bed for a little
while, recovering, and then | said,
"| think we should order room ser-
vice, get our energy back, and then
try this again, but maybe this time
Darryl, you can fuck Jason, while |
suck his cock.” That's exactly what
we did, and when we emerged the
next day from my room to lie out by
the pool again, | didn't care who was
watching or what they thought about
my vacation lovers. | was having the
best time and using my excursion in
exactly the way Га hoped—getting
laid!

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When my husband and | were at
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surprised me by ordering a salad
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gut," Damian said. | liked his gut just
fine, but | realized something was
up. Maybe with his fortieth birth-
day approaching, he was having а
middle-aged slump, and if that was
the case, | knew the perfect way to
cheer him up!

| decided to ask my fun-loving
friend Natalie if she wanted to have a
threesome with us. She's very open-
minded and had told me about three-
ways she'd had in college, though |
was pretty sure she hadn't had one
since. l'd never had a threeway,
though I'd come close with my old
roommates one time after a drinking
game.

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that | knew would appeal to Damian,
who's always been a breast man.
Natalie also has a curvy ass that |
love. It's not flat like those of a lot of
tall, thin women.

Га told Natalie about my three-
some plan, though | hadn't mapped
out exactly how it would happen. |
figured we'd work out what felt right
in the moment. Besides, | didn’t want
to tell Damian right away in case the
chemistry wasn't there—or even if
it was, | figured a threesome would
work better if it were a surprise. |
knew for sure he would never refuse
such an opportunity, no matter how
self-conscious he was.

That night, | called to tell him |

think his enjoyment of my alcohol-in-
duced lust might be delayed, but he
wouldn't really mind.

By the time we got back to my
place, the pizza was waiting. Nata-
lie and Damian had met a few times
over the years, but we'd never all
hung out together. | took my coat
off and sat next to Damian, not yet
giving him a hint that anything was
going on.

Natalie sat across from us and
picked up a slice. Somehow, the girl
managed to make even the act of
eating pizza look hot! | wasn't sure
if Damian was paying attention to
how sexy Natalie was until | glanced
down at his crotch and noticed his
cock straining against his pants. |

Natalie grabbed me
and fumbled for Damian’s cock.
It was a true free-for-all,
with all of us touching each other.

was having a drink with Natalie. Our
outing turned into a flirtatious, gos-
sip-filled two hours at a restaurant,
where we drank and got lost in the
high of anticipating what might hap-
pen between the three of us. After
we paid the check, she and | wound
up making out in the doorway of the
restaurant, unable to keep our hands
off each other. When | called Damian
again, he was a little annoyed at my
prolonged absence, but he softened
when he heard my tipsy giggling.

reached over and put my hand оп
his thigh, not touching his erection,
but being pretty close to it. He shifted
slightly so as to jostle my hand, not
wanting to get too amorous in front of
our guest, but he didn't know what |
knew. | moved my hand up his thigh,
this time resting my fingers right near
his shaft. At the same time, Natalie
winked at me.

“This pizza is delicious,” she said.
"| don't know why, but something
about pizza makes те... hot,” she
added. “Mind if | take this off?” And
without waiting a moment longer, she
took off her top to reveal breasts that
were framed by a sheer black bra.
Her nipples looked hard already, and
the sight nearly made me swoon.

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“What do you think?” she asked.

"| think we should let poor Da-
mian in on our little secret. Honey,” |
started to explain as | turned toward
him, “we talked earlier, and Natalie
wants to be with us. To have a three-
some with us,” | added, in case he
didn't understand.

Damian put down his pizza. “You
planned this without me?” He didn't
sound mad, more like stunned.

“Ра ask if you were Okay with the
idea, but | think we have our answer
right here, don't we?” | blatantly
grabbed his crotch, and then stroked
him until he moaned.

“Yes, you do. Га love to join you.
Or watch you. Whatever you want,”

hot to see my friend reaching for my
man's private parts. | truly felt no jeal-
ousy, only delight. She took out his
dick and played with it, teasing him,
before inviting me to lick it. Never
before had sucking a man’s cock
been so exciting. | could practically
feel the excitement coursing through
Damian’s body.

“Ladies,” Damian said, “this is
amazing, but let's go to the bedroom
so we can get more comfortable.”

We followed his lead, the three of
us shedding our clothing along the
way until we were all naked on the
bed. Natalie grabbed me for a kiss
and fumbled for Damian's cock.
Then it was a true free-for-all, with all
of us touching each other, and then

Natalie spread
her legs, and I watched as he
closed his eyes and sank
his shaft deep into her hot pussy.

he gasped as | worked my thumb
along the length of his dick.

“Oh, we want you to join us,”
Natalie said. “Debra's been talking
about how much she likes sucking
your cock, and | want to taste it, too.
Would that be all right?” she asked,
before reaching behind herself to un-
hook her bra and reveal her beautiful
breasts.

“It would be more than all right,”
he said, failing to keep his jaw from
dropping. Natalie got up and joined
us on the couch, where she came
around on the other side of Damian
and eased his zipper down.

“This is okay, right?” she asked me.
| thought it was sweet of her to check
in like that, and | smiled and nodded.
lt was more than okay; it was totally
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Natalie went down on me, licking me
perfectly, her hot tongue seemingly
everywhere at once. Meanwhile, Da-
mian stroked my body all over while
he attacked my nipples. We went
on like this for a while until Damian
groaned that he needed to fuck at
least one us. “Natalie first,” | said.
“She's desperate for your cock, | can
tell.”

“If you insist,” she said, giving me
a passionate kiss, before pulling Da-
mian on top of her. She wanted to get
fucked in the missionary position,
which is also a favorite of mine. Nata-
lie spread her legs and guided Da-
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before moving closer to join them.
Damian kissed me briefly, and then
| offered him one of my nipples to
suck. He lapped at it more fervently
han usual, getting his teeth involved,
which provoked a sigh of content-
ment from me.

“Natalie, | think you should taste
Debra's pussy,” Damian said, and
my insides pulsed with eagerness.
| shuddered at the thought of her
ongue on my sex.

“Yes, get over here, Deb,” she said,
and | moved to straddle her face.
At first, | just hovered above Nata-
ie's mouth, while her tongue gently
stroked my lips. But the more excited
| got, and the more she moaned, |

cial, but somehow, | was—surprised
and turned on! He pumped his dick
in his fist a few times and then he
showered her with his semen. Nata-
lie opened her mouth, trying to catch
as much of his load as she could. |
couldn't help reaching down and
touching myself. It was such a sexy
sight, and | leaned over to kiss her
and lick his salty cream off of her
pretty lips.

Damian then took my hand and
guided it to Natalie's pussy. It was
his turn to watch as | slipped three
fingers deep inside her, twisting and
stroking until she writhed and submit-
ted to the thrill of her orgasm.

“Well, you two, that was quite a
surprise,” he said afterward.

It was such a
sexy sight. I leaned over to kiss

her and lick his
salty cream off of her pretty lips.

realized that she honestly wanted to
eat me, that this wasn’t a show she
was putting on. | pressed myself
against her outstretched tongue,
smearing my juices all over my gor-
geous friend's face, while | looked at
my husband. He gazed at me with a
mix of love and lust in his eyes that
helped propel me to a whopping cli-
max, one that left me moaning and
shuddering.

| soon moved, curling up against
Natalie and breathing against her
neck as | held her hand and watched
them fuck. When Damian was ready
to come, he pulled out, stroking his
hard cock as he knelt above her.

“Come on my face, Damian,” Nat-
alie begged. | shouldn't have been
surprised that she was eager for a fa-
ER

“| told you plenty of women are
hot for you, honey,” | said, “though of
course I'm your biggest fan.”

“Im so glad you don't mind shar-
ing me,” he said, and then settled
himself in the middle of the bed, with
a girl on either side. We snuggled
close and fell asleep, and | dreamt
about the three of us sharing even
more. In the morning we had a lei-
surely sunrise fuck, before showering
separately and then eating break-
fast. Afterward, Natalie went home,
and Damian and | fucked our brains
out. Maybe we'll invite her or another
woman over again, but if that was
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happy woman.

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НАТ do you need?”
“A pinch of cayenne, I
think.” I was in the mid-
dle of cooking dinner.
Dean knows that when my head is in the
kitchen I become consumed by whatever
brand-new recipe I’m trying.

“That’s all you need?”

“Maybe a dash more salt.”

I was stirring, tasting, stirring, tasting.

“T think your apron strings have come
undone,” Dean said, sounding concerned
as he pulled the tie at the back of my
waist. My little fifties-inspired apron
fluttered to the floor. Although I cook for
both of us, I definitely dress for Dean.
He gets a hard-on whenever he spies me
in my saucy attire. He lifted up my mini-
skirt next. I stifled a giggle but continued
to stir the soup.

“You didn’t answer the question,” he
said sternly.

“What was the question?”

“What do you need?” His voice was
gruff, and now he had my navy blue and
white silk polka-dot panties down, just
past the curves of my hips. He was strok-
ing my naked ass, which made think-
ing—and cooking—far more difficult.
Whoever wrote the recipes in this book
had never tried to make a meal with
Dean in the kitchen.

“A pinch and a dash,” I stammered,
trying to remember if I’d already added
the pepper. The jar was out on the coun-
ter. The lid was off. Did that mean I had
sprinkled the spice into the soup, or that I
was only getting ready to do so?

Dean reached around me and grabbed
one of the sturdy wooden spoons out of
the metal canister by the stove. I added a
few extra shakes of the cayenne for good
measure.

“ГИ ask you again in a moment,” he
said, and then he moved back and waited
for me to step out of my already lowered
panties. I obeyed the silent command.
Then he unzipped my skirt, and we both
watched the pretty floral fabric flutter to
the ground. Now all I had on was a gauzy
cream-colored blouse and my red patent
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leather high heels. I felt like a pinup. But
clearly Dean wanted me pinned down.
With subtle force, he bent me over our
tiled countertop. I sucked in my breath,
guessing exactly what he was going to
do.

But then he didn’t do anything.

Nothing—except run the rounded part
of the spoon over the rounded part of my
ass. Anticipation made me immediately
wet. I stayed as still as I could, wait-
ing, worrying. I knew Dean was going
to spank me. I knew I was going to like
it. Those two facts didn’t stop me from
fretting about how hard he might hit or
how much the punishment might hurt.
I stared at my distorted reflection in the
chrome of the toaster. It was like looking
into a fun-house mirror. My blue eyes
looked extra large. My lips, slicked in
raspberry-colored gloss, were stretched
and distorted. I turned my head the other
way, but this meant I was looking toward
Dean, who seemed to be waiting for just
the right moment to spring his plan.

“Let's play a game,” he said. I didn’t
respond. Then I realized Га been holding
my breath. I let the air out in a rush.

I knew better than to say anything flip-
pant or smart-ass in a position like this,
and yet, my mouth didn't take the cues
from my brain. “How can I say yes,” I
asked, "if I don't know what the rules
are?"

He struck me once with the spoon then,
and I saw that he was smiling. Га given
him the perfect reason to begin. “You're
right,” he said, as if he hadn't just left a
stinging red mark on my ass. “You want
to have all the information before you
make your decision." We both knew that
this was the actual game. Whatever he
chose to do or say, whatever “зате” he
chose to play, the end result would be me
getting spanked. No matter if I won or
lost, whether I was a wiseass or behaved
as meekly as possible, whether I spouted
off or held my tongue, made mistakes or
counted properly—I would have а hot
bottom by the end of the interaction, he
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fuck like nobody’s business.

But because Dean is Dean—a jokester,
a prankster—he had to keep things in-
teresting. There's never a dull moment
when he's around.

“A game,” he said again. “A new one.
After every stroke, you say “Thank you,
Sir, may I have another?”

“A little Dickens with your sex?" I
taunted stupidly, and then realized im-
mediately that my tone of voice wouldn't
win me any points. I was right. No points
for sass, but the tone did win me a se-
ries of stinging blows on my ass. Dean
landed at least five. I lost count, focused
instead on the flickers of pleasure and
pain radiating through my rear quarters.

"You didn't say thank you," Dean
sneered.

“I hadn't realized we'd started,” I told
him honestly, panting a bit as I tried to
muster some decorum. Why did I even
bother? In a position like this one, bent
over and being spanked, there is no real
use for decorum. I always know how ГІІ
end up. My cheeks (both sets) will in-

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variably be pink and hot, and my long
dark hair will be mussed as if Гуе just
gotten one of those “bed head" looks at
the salon. None of that stops me from
trying to stay still, trying to accept each
spank with grace. In every other aspect
of my life, I am contained. This is the
sole activity in which I come undone.

“Now,” Dean said, and I could hear
the smile in his voice once more, “now
we'll start.” My ass had already started.
My cheeks were hot and throbbing from
the blows of the spoon. But I did know
better than to correct him. What would
I have said anyway? “Look, Sir. My ass
is so red already. Couldn't we be in the
middle?” That'd win me a few extras for
insolence.

“What are you going to say after each
stroke?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Dean cleared his throat. I blushed. I
didn’t want to say the whole sentence. It
sounded ridiculous in my head.

“Maybe you didn’t understand,” Dean
said, and again he heated my ass for me.

This time I did count five—one, two,
three, four, five—smarting strokes back
and forth on both my cheeks. “You don’t
get to choose the rules. Doesn't matter
how silly you think the game is. Гуе told
you what I expect. In order to escape ad-
ditional punishment, 1 suggest you obey.
Do you understand, Olivia?”

Т nodded. Bad girl. He grabbed my
ponytail and pulled my head back. “Do
you understand?”

“Yes, Dean.”

He tugged.

“Yes, Sir”

“Much better. Let's take it from the
top. Or rather, from the bottom.” Oh, my
poor ass. Dean might have been starting
from scratch, but Га already received
more then ten strokes. The thing is that
Dean and I have been playing spanking
games together for nearly three years.
So even though my ass was hot, he and 1
both knew how much more I could take.

EAN STEPPED BACK. He
made the first official stroke
count. I gulped at the sensa-
tion. He knows exactly how
to choose the locations. He had hit me
on my sweet spot—that rounded place at
the bottom of my asscheeks. But I didn’t
forget my role. “Thank you, Sir,” 1 man-
aged to squeak. “May I have another?”

He struck again.

I thanked him again, and I asked again,
even though asking for more seemed to
go against everything my body was tell-
ing me to do. That’s not entirely true. My
brain wanted the spanking to stop. My
cunt was more than ready for another
rich helping of pain-tinged pleasure.

He began to spank me faster. I tried to
thank him faster. But we reached a point,
more quickly than I would have thought,
when I simply set my head down against
the counter and accepted my fate. He was
going to spank me. I couldn’t thank him
fast enough, and I couldn’t have spoken
if Га tried. My voice was taken up by
half cries and half moans. The spanking,
you see, was doing far more than heating
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my ass. It was heating my pussy.

Dean understood. He dropped the
spoon and pressed one hand up between
my legs. “God, you’re wet,” he said
softly. “Only a true slut would get this
wet from a spanking, don’t you think,
Olivia?”

I stayed entirely still. Was he going to
spank me more or was he going to fuck
me? And which one did I prefer? I love
when he takes me right up to my bound-
ary. I wasn’t there yet. I wasn’t at the
point of no return. But apparently Dean
needed a little break.

“Your soup’s bubbling,” he said. At
first, I thought that was some sort of eu-
phemism, but then I realized—my soup
was bubbling. I stood on shaky legs and
moved the pot to the rear burner, lower-
ing the heat to simmer. I felt as if I were
the walking definition of that word. I was
simmering as I added a few more shakes
of cayenne before slipping on the lid.

“Where were we?” Dean asked. I
looked at him, begging with my eyes. Do
something, 1 wanted to say. Punish me or
pleasure me. I’m at a loss. He roughly
pushed me back into place. I could feel
how fast my heart was beating. I shut my
eyes. Then I heard his zipper. He’d gone
with door number two—he was going
to fuck me. But right when I thought Га
feel his cock, right as I spread my thighs
to welcome him, he surprised me.

Very gently, he used the rounded end
of the spoon to pat my aroused pussy. I
couldn’t stay silent for that. I made keen-
ing little noises that I hardly recognized
as my own voice as he played pat-a-
cake with that spoon against my swollen
clit. Oh, holy fuck. That certainly was
naughty, wasn’t it?

That’s what Dean said, anyway.

"I know what my girl likes, don't I?"
he gave me a few more taps, then set the
spoon back down and grabbed my hips.
He impaled me on his cock with one full
thrust, and I shuddered. That felt good.
He’d gotten me all slippery wet with the
spanking. Now I was getting my reward.
Dean let go of my waist with one hand

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and held оп to ту ponytail. He pulled
hard, so I was looking up at him, my
head twisted.

“Doesn't my little chef need to be
paddled in the kitchen?”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed.

“She needs a pair of hot crossed buns
in order to feel comfortable.”

That wasn't entirely true. The com-
fortable part. Because being spanked
is never comfortable. But the feelings
that work through me after—Dean was
right about that. A sense of peace steals
through me. I am grounded. I am—

He slapped my ass hard. He’d realized
I had lost my focus and was attempting
to correct the situation. I learned that les-

he let one hand rest under my pussy so
that his fingertips played over my clit as
he fucked me. The combination of two
sweet sensations brought me to orgasm. I
sucked in my breath, and then whispered
his name as I came. Dean always likes
that. Having me say his name at that
most intimate moment gives him a little
extra thrill.

“Oh, Dean,” I moaned.

“Good girl,” he said as he climaxed in-
side me. “Good little cock slut.”

We stayed together—me bent over the
counter, Dean in me to the hilt—until the
tremors subsided. Then he pulled out and
helped me stand up and face him.

“Turn off the soup,” he said, and that

He made the
first stroke count. He hit me
on my sweet spot—
that rounded place at the bottom
of my asscheeks.

son and resolved to pay attention.

“Do you want to come before I give
you the rest of your spanking,” he asked,
“or after?”

I hesitated, which is a dangerous thing
to do when Dean asks a question. But I
took a risk. “Both,” I said softly, and to
my delight, Dean laughed.

“Greedy little thing,” he said. “I like
that.”

He ground his hips into me then, fuck-
ing me forcefully against the counter. I
was aware of how hot my cheeks were,
how wet my pussy was. Each time he
thrust inside me, we could both hear the
sounds of my juices squishing around his
cock. I willed him to take me to the fin-
ish line, and I sighed with pleasure when

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stern tone was back in his voice. “And
hand me that wooden spoon. I’m not
done with you. We haven’t fulfilled the
second half of the promise.”

I was wondering if he’d remember.
That's а lie. Га known he would.

In the bedroom, Dean had me strip.
Since he’d already removed my under-
wear and skirt, this didn’t take long.
“What was that you said before?” he
asked as I stepped out of my high heels.

I stared at him blankly. Pd said a lot
of things before. Which particular thing
was he referring to? If I gave the wrong
answer now, what would happen to me?
He was still holding that mean-looking
wooden spoon.

Thankfully, Dean spoke up and an-

swered his own question: “That you
needed a pinch and a dash?”

Unfortunately, the words didn’t help
me out at all. I continued to stare at him.
We were far away from the spice rack
now. What could he be referring to? 1
watched, dumbstruck, as he pulled a
clamp from the top drawer of his dresser.
“Lie down,” he said. “I can help you out
with the ‘pinch’ part.”

Fuck. I didn't like the sound of that.
At least, my head didn’t. Other parts
of my anatomy responded in different
ways. Dean knows how to get my motor
revving, my juices running. The threat
of having that clamp put on me—any-
where—had my body electrified. I did
what he said. I lay down on the bed. He
walked around me, as if trying to decide
where to fasten the clamp. What a tease.
I think we both knew right from the start
where he was going to place the deviant
device.

“Do you need an extra pinch here?”
Dean taunted, applying the clamp to
one of my erect nipples. I bucked and
squirmed, but didn’t say a word. Some-
times it’s better to keep my mouth
closed.

He removed the clamp.

“Or here?” he continued, trying the
toy out on my right nipple.

I held as still as I possibly could. Of
course, in this position, my recently
punished ass was pressed firmly into the
mattress. I could feel how thoroughly Га
just been spanked. Dean seemed to sense
my discomfort. He smiled at me. Sadist.

“Actually,” he said, climbing up on the
bed and using one hand to part the lips
of my pussy, “I was thinking about right
here.”

I held my breath. Dean attached the
clip easily to my engorged clit. I made a
low, whimpering sound under my breath,
but I didn’t tell him no, didn’t ask him to
stop. I didn’t want him to stop. All of my
attention was focused directly on my clit.
That is, until he said, “Now, roll over,
baby.”

Wait—roll over? Was he crazy? Was
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"I'm not finished yet.”

Very carefully, completely and fully
aware of that clamp on my clit, I rolled
over. Dean climbed off the mattress and
stood at the side of the bed. I closed
my eyes. I couldn't decide what was
worse—the fact that he was going to
spank my hot ass some more, or the fact
that he was going to do that while the
nasty little clip was in place. Luckily for
me, I didn’t have to worry too long. Dean
started spanking me once more, and all
ability to formulate thoughts evaporated.
I was immediately lost in the whirlwind
of emotions that always comes over me
when I’m being punished.

But what the hell was he using?

ACH TIME he struck, it felt

almost as if he’d used a cane

on my ass. Then I realized:

He'd flipped the spoon. He was
using the round part as the handle, and
he’d used the handle as the weapon. That
was intense. But I have to admit some-
thing else—being spanked while that
clamp was in place brought me to a dif-
ferent level. There was the sting from the
spanking—but the pleasure from having
my clit held so firmly. Together, the two
feelings warred for the dominant role. I
was nearly overwhelmed by the blows,
yet I was nearly coming each time my
clit twitched.

Dean seemed to guess exactly what I
was going through.

“Five more,” he said, “and then 1
fuck you.”

As I knew he would, he made those
last five strokes count. But this time,
he didn't make me count. He ticked off
the strokes himself. “One,” across both
cheeks, “two,” landing on the right side,
“three,” on the left, “four,” across the bot-
tom of my ass, and “five” once more on
both. “Five” was so hard I yelped.

Now I was well sauced, completely
done, punished to perfection. Dean
dropped the spoon and climbed back on
the bed. Sweetly, he reached between my

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legs and removed the clamp. I moaned
and buried my face in the pillow. Dean
didn’t even hesitate. I heard the sound
as he opened his jeans, and then I felt
his cock against me. He started slowly,
working the head between my swollen
lips. Then he was driving hard, pound-
ing me into the mattress. He knew ex-
actly how hot my ass was, and he didn’t
take any pity on me. He ground his hips
against me, used the palms of his hands
to taunt my punished behind.

“Your ass looks so good like this,” he
whispered to me, “all hot and red and
pretty.”

I sighed as he palmed both of my
cheeks.

“And you move so adorably when you
have that clamp in place. You shift and
beg with your body. I love the way you
look.”

His words were working their magic
on me. I was getting closer.

“Next time, I’m going to get clamps
for your nipples as well,’ he promised
me. "You'll be all decorated. You won't

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know what to do, how to move.”

That was it. I was coming.

Dean seemed to know exactly when
the orgasm flared through me. He gave
me a few final spanks as I climaxed,
using only the palm of his hand, but re-
minding me of the blows Га taken for
him. He came right after, pulling out and
shooting on the hot skin of my ass, mak-
ing me all sticky.

After, we showered and put on our
robes. Both of us were ravenous by then,
and we headed to the kitchen in search
of dinner.

Dean tasted the soup first. He imme-
diately sprinted to the sink and stuck his
mouth under the faucet, gulping cold tap
water. “Did you mean it to be this hot?”
he asked, wincing.

I shook my head, and then I remem-
bered the confusion that had occurred
while I was spicing the soup. I guess I
had already added cayenne.

“Maybe we should go out,” I said.

“Maybe you need another spanking,”
he countered. I couldn’t argue with that!

Carrie'and Derek were lovers in college,
eating each other all over town Now they revisit
their powerful passion and find themselves
as hungry for one another as they/ever were!

By Carrie Karlson

НЕ CLOCK оп the stove
read 4:44; Га gotten up early
to make coffee and do a little
work before the sun rose. 1
was tiptoeing through the kitchen when
T heard a hissing little whisper that made
me jump. Where had it come from? My
place was filled with guests for the col-
lege reunion, and it seemed as if every
sofa, bed, and inch of floor space was
taken up by a snoozing body. Most of my
friends had moved out of the city after
graduation. I was one of the few who had
stayed. This fact had turned my apart-
ment into the happening place for the
singletons. All of our friends who had
families had booked hotel rooms.

“Psst.” There it was again. That little
whispering hiss. But this time, the word
“Carrie” was added.
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I turned and saw Derek, motioning
to me from the hallway. He looked as
handsome as ever, even bed-rumpled,
or futon-rumpled, or floor-rumpled. I
couldn't remember where he'd chosen
to crash. My bedroom was taken up by
all the girls. The boys who'd chosen to
come to the ten-year reunion were the
ones who had camped out in the various
corners. I smiled at him. His birch-blond
hair was tousled, and he had a rougher
five a.m. shadow than most blond men
can boast.

When Becky, my old dormmate, had
seen Derek the night before, she'd whis-
pered that she liked the way he looked. A
massive improvement, in her opinion.

“But he's totally changed,” Pd said
sadly.

"It's a matter of taste,” she'd told me.

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Pd always had a thing for the scruffy
art student. Derek had defined the look—
worn jeans, paint-splattered shirt. Even
the frames of his black glasses had often
been smudged with paint. When he’d ar-
rived for the reunion, sure he’d looked
refined, his jeans replaced by grown-up
slacks, his paint-splattered t-shirt dis-
carded in favor of a button-up oxford.
Becky liked the new Derek. I missed the
art-kid of yesterday.

“Carrie.”

I came toward him. He looked more
like his old self this morning, in rumpled
blue-and-white drawstring pants and an
old rust-orange t-shirt. And, yeah, I spied
a few stray paint splatters on the front.
“Where can we go to talk?”

I thought for a moment. “Fire escape,”
I whispered, then grabbed his hand and

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led him, ever so quietly, through the
living room. Sleeping bags littered the
floor. We stepped silently over each snor-
ing lump. When we reached the far wall,
we climbed through the window to the
fire escape, shut the window behind us,
and then smiled at each other. The sky
was still inky, but there were streetlights
on. Besides, L.A. isn’t ever totally dark.
Derek pushed his glasses up the bridge of
his nose in a habit I remembered fondly.
We'd had a college fling a decade before.
What did he think of the way I looked? 1
wondered.

“You haven’t changed,” he said, strok-
ing a wisp of my red hair out of my
eyes.

“You think?”

“Not even a little bit.” He sat back on
the railing and looked at me.

“T have,” I told him, but I couldn't
think of a way Г had. My hair was the
same, long and straight to the middle of
my back. My body was the same. Had
Т changed inside? Maybe he was right.
Maybe I was the same old Carrie.

Derek gripped me in his arms. I felt
that familiar pang of lust. Pd always
been attracted to Derek. When he put one
hand down my nightgown, my nipples
were already erect.

"They'll see,” I said.

“Who?”

Good question. I shrugged. Either the
sleepers in the living room or someone
out on the street. Except it was pre-dawn.
No one was moving in or out.

then he started to go deeper, slowly, gen-
tly, opening me up.

Oh, Jesus did that feel good. Derek’s
lips and tongue were like magic on my
bare skin. I closed my eyes and basked
in the sensation. He spread my lips apart,
licking in slow, languid circles, before
suckling hard on my clit. I gripped his
shoulders to keep myself steady, lost so
quickly in the way he made me feel.

“You're so sweet,” he murmured when
he came up for air.

I had a difficult time staying in the
present. Each spiral of his tongue around
my clit reminded me of a time the two
of us had snuck off to fool around. He’d
gone down on me in the sculpture gar-

He spread my lips
apart, licking in languid circles,
before sucking on
my clit. I gripped his shoulders to
keep myself steady.

Derek kissed me, and then he let his
hands move lower, pulling up my pale
blue nightgown, fumbling with my white
cotton panties.

“Гуе wanted to do this since I first
saw you. But there were too many peo-
ple around.”

I nodded. Even with his adult attitude,
Pd felt the same pull of attraction.

“Carrie, I want to taste you,” he said.

I remembered the way he used to fuck
me back when we were in college. Не’а
always had a thing for going down on
me. I’d always had a thing for letting
him. Now, we shifted positions, with me
against the railing. Derek went on his
knees and pressed his lips to my naked
pussy. At first, he simply kissed me. But
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den, late one night. We'd brought a blan-
ket—planning a secret midnight picnic
in which I turned out to be the feast. The
smell of the jacaranda trees—their pur-
ple petals everywhere on the lawn—had
added a fairytale quality to the mystique
of the moment. Another night, he’d
fucked me on the stairwell at the dormi-
tory, binding my wrists to the railing with
his belt before tricking his tongue along
the split of my body. I could still recall
the cold stairs on my naked skin, the heat
of Derek’s mouth on my cunt.

There weren’t many places on campus
that we hadn’t fucked.

But we’d never done it on a fire escape
before.

“Hold yourself open for me,” Derek

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instructed. I opened my eyes and looked
down at him. His chin and lips were
glossy with my juices. He looked so
fucking sexy. I obeyed his request imme-
diately, and then shook as he started to
finger-fuck my pussy while continuing
to eat me. When he scraped his cheeks
against the insides of my thighs, it took
everything in me not to scream. I loved
the way that felt—the roughness of his
beard on my tender skin. He didn’t stop
for a moment. He played me with his fin-
gers, his face, his mouth, his tongue. He
remembered every last little thing that
I liked. It was as if no time had passed
at all. I was filled and fulfilled, lost and
found. I wondered if he’d let me come,
or if he’d play some mean trick on me,
withholding my pleasure until he could
get his own.

Our lust hadn’t been one-sided, you
see. Pd gone down on him plenty of
places, as well. Once, in the back row
of Mann’s Chinese Theater, he had un-
done his 5015, and I’d—well, Pd missed
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I couldn’t remember the title, the actors,
or even the genre. The funniest part of
that night was that the paint splatter on
those particular jeans hadn’t fully dried.
When we'd emerged into the light of the
lobby, Derek had started to laugh, and
then hustled me to the ladies’ room. “Go
clean your cheeks,” he’d said. In my en-
deavor to please him, I’d managed to get
blue and green paint on my face. When
standing next to Derek—whose jeans
sported the same hues of paint—there
would have been no doubt in anyone’s
mind how we’d spent the past two hours.

“I love how wet you get,’ Derek said
now, forcing me to refocus my attention.
“You're so creamy and sweet. God, Car-
rie, I’ve dreamed about your taste.” As
he spoke, he pinched my clit between his
thumb and forefinger. All of my nerve
endings seemed to be concentrated on
that little button between his fingertips.

“What do you want me to do now?”

I would have responded, except I
couldn’t talk. My thoughts had evapo-

rated. My mouth wouldn't work. My en-
tire body was focused on my impending
nirvana.

He didn't wait for my words, thank
God. He was touching me once more,
filling me, taking me higher with each
plunge of his fingers, each swirl of his
tongue, until I was right on the brink.

But then I needed something more.

“Fuck me, Derek.”

“Гат, xn.”

“No, with your cock. Fuck ше...”

“Beg.”

I had forgotten that kinky streak in
him. But I didn’t hesitate. “Please,” I
said, “please fuck me with your cock.”

“Say ‘cock’ again, baby,” Derek be-

sized about for years. No man had felt
quite as right, quite as made for me, as
Derek did. We fit together like puzzle
pieces. That is, if puzzle pieces liked to
fuck.

“Carrie,” Derek sighed, driving inside
me, making me moan. “You're so tight.”

He ground his hips against me, and
then started in with steady strokes. I was
close, so close, and Derek said, “After
you come, I’m going to have you lick
your sweet juices off my cock.” That took
me there, where I needed to go. I stared
out at the street, at the still-sleeping city,
and I let those magical contractions beat
through me until I was undone.

When the pleasure subsided, I waited

I felt the awakenings
of another orgasm stirring deep
inside me. Sucking
Derek’s cock always managed
to make me hot.

seeched me. I love the way you say it.”

“Cock.”

“Tell me why you want it.”

“T want it—your cock—because I’ve
been fantasizing for the last ten years
about being fucked by you once more.”

“Just once?”

I shook my head. “Every single way
you used to do me,” 1 told him. I wasn’t
spinning stories for him. This was the
truth. I think Derek could tell. He didn’t
ask me to continue, but he didn’t tell
me to stop either. “Please, D,” I begged.
“Please fuck me.”

Finally, he stood and flipped me
around, so I was facing the street and
he was behind me. In seconds, I felt his
cock—Derek’s cock—a cock Га fanta-
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to see if Derek really wanted me to do
what he’d said. Did he want to come
first, sealed inside me, or did he want me
to lick him clean? I shouldn’t have won-
dered. I should have remembered. Derek
was the one who could hold off like no
one else. He liked to push the bound-
aries, liked to see how far he could go
without actually reaching his limit.

He pulled out of me and then turned
me around. He raised his eyebrows and
gave me a look that said, Go down.

I took over his position on the ground.
He leaned against the railing. Га missed
his cock. For a moment, I simply ad-
mired the length, the girth, the head
... and then I was sucking him and his
cock was filling my mouth. Sweetness.

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The warmth of his rod reminded me of

all those times Га sucked him as a coed.
Even though Pd only just come, 1 felt the
awakenings of another orgasm stirring
deep inside me. Sucking Derek’s cock
always managed to make me hot. Even
talking about sucking his cock had been
foreplay for me. When we'd go out to
dinner, Га spend most of the time telling
him what I wanted to do as soon as we
got out to the parking lot.

No boy had ever turned me on more.

Derek petted my hair as I sucked him.
I worked my lips further along his shaft,
tasting myself with each swallow. He
was right. I was sweet. Derek groaned
and bucked. I loved that he couldn't con-
trol the noises he made. “Oh God, Car-
rie,” he said as he stroked my hair. “I
missed your mouth.”

We could have taken turns describing
the body parts we’d longed for. Yeah,
Га fantasized about his cock, but also
his chest, so firm and hard, and his eyes,
deep, rich green, and his ass. But mostly
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each other's buttons in the most romantic
ways. He always knew when to knock on
my dorm-room door, when to spirit me
away from studying, when to tell me not
to wear panties to class.

I bobbed my head on his cock, and in
my mind I thought of so many different
times Pd found myself in the same posi-
tion. Sucking Derek could have been an
elective in my class schedule; I always
made room for this activity. Derek was
the first man ГА been completely com-
fortable with, comfortable enough to let
him see how hungry I was. Ravenous
for his cock, for his body, for the way he
made me feel. We'd had that type of con-
nection—lust at first sight.

A memory suddenly flickered through
my mind, and I pulled off his cock and
bent lower, licking his balls. Derek made
а low, husky moan, and then whispered,
“You remembered.” He'd spent one lazy
Sunday giving me instructions on how
to make him happy. Orally, that is. He'd
been patient, showing me how to wrap
my fist around the base of his cock when

I worked my mouth on the head, how to
take turns twirling my tongue around in
circles or tightening my mouth and sim-
ply sucking. I had been an apt pupil—
comfortable learning and memorizing
each little trick, excited about doing my
homework and practicing on him until
he considered me a pro. Afterward, we’d
switched roles, and Pd explained all the
things Га liked the best.

So no, I hadn't forgotten that Derek
liked his balls licked. Or that he liked it
when I tried to get all of his cock down
my throat—an impossibility. He was
simply too large for this move. But I al-
ways got an A for effort.

I sucked him and worked him, delight-

tucked into each corner of the place.

"Face the street."

I faced.

He pulled my nightgown up in the
back and got behind me. There was no
going slow now. His cock was wet from
my mouth, and my pussy was swimming
in juices from all of our early morn-
ing activity. He drove in hard, and then
pulled back, slammed into me, and then
withdrew. I gripped the railing of the fire
escape and let myself be taken with the
movements. I hadn't felt this good in a
long, long time. There are things a vibra-
tor simply can't do for you. Like wrap
you up in its big, strong arms. Like make
you whimper and beg. Derek pinned me

There was no going
slow now. His cock was wet from
my mouth, and my
pussy was swimming in juices.
He slammed into me.

ing in the fact that he seemed to grow
even larger from my oral ministrations.
But at some point, Derek had enough. I
was impressed with how long he’d lasted.
Га already gotten off once, and I was on
the verge of another orgasm simply from
sucking him.

“Stand up,” he said.

I backed off his cock and stood. I
noticed that the sky—which had been
a rich, velvety blue, was growing pink
at the edges. The day was on the verge
of dawn. People would be waking up
soon. But that didn’t stop me from let-
ting Derek fuck me outdoors. Where
would we go, anyway? There were six
women sleeping in my bedroom, and Га
lost count of the other guests who were
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against the railing. I clenched my thighs
tight as he fucked me, squeezing out
every ounce of pleasure from his thrusts.

“I missed you,” he murmured.

“I missed you, too,” I managed to
reply.

God, I really had. Pd missed this, the
white-hot connection we shared, the way
his cock seemed made for my body. He
fucked me steadily—one clean stroke
after the next. Then he slid one hand
along my waist, before maneuvering his
fingers down in front. His fingers pinched
my clit through my nightgown—he’d
remembered that, too. Га always liked
being touched through a barrier. When
he was right on the verge, he bit my
shoulder through the silky fabric, and

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then hissed, “I’m going to come.”

“Please,” I murmured. “Please,
Derek.”

“Come with me, baby.”

“T will,” 1 said, and then that “will” be-
came, “Тат.”

He bucked against me, continuing to
thrust, faster and faster and then—as the
first real ray of sunlight hit—we were
coming together. I can’t remember a sex-
ier time—not even ten years earlier.

Done, we were panting together,
sealed in that early morning embrace.
Except maybe it wasn’t quite so early
anymore. The sky was brightening by
the second—deep rose in the far reaches,
paler pinks as pre-dawn turned to day. I

I nodded. “And the haircut. And the
shave.”

“Which do you prefer?”

I looked down at the street. “I liked
the scruffy artist,” I admitted. I hoped my
confession hadn’t made him feel bad, but
it was the truth.

Derek gripped my chin and forced me
to look at him. “I did it for you,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you'd expect a grown-up
man after all these years. I borrowed my
roommate’s best clothes. I had my sister
cut my hair. I shaved off my goatee. If
you saw my apartment, you’d know I’m
the same as before.”

I smiled, but then I realized he’d said

He bucked against
me, continuing to thrust and then—
as the first ray of
sunlight hit—we were coming. I can’t
remember a sexier time.

could hear the sounds of rustling in the
apartment. Derek heard the noises, too,
and quickly withdrew, tucking himself
back into his pj bottoms, helping me find
my panties. If someone peeked out the
window, they might just think we’d been
talking, catching up on old times. That
is, unless they noticed the flush on my
cheeks, the way Derek was still breath-
ing hard. Luckily, we were left alone.

"It's like no time has gone by,” Derek
said, smiling at me, “as if neither one of
us has changed.”

“But you have,” I told him, and I
hoped he didn’t hear the sadness in my
voice. I still felt slightly melancholy
about his refined looks.

“You mean the new duds?”

“his apartment.” In a city far away. The
smile faded.

“I can grown the goatee back,” he
said, pulling me tightly into that warm
embrace once more.

“Tt’s not about the facial hair.”

He seemed to understand what I
was thinking. “The thing about being a
scruffy artist,” he said, “is that you can
be a scruffy artist anywhere. How do you
feel about having a roommate? That is,
after we get all these guests to leave.”

“When can you move in?” His flavor
was still in my mouth—and mine was on
his lips when he kissed me.

"It's a matter of taste,” Becky had
said.

I couldn't have agreed with her more.

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When | was choosing a tattoo design for my
arm, | knew | wanted something sexy and
pinup-inspired. My first ink was my initial
with a red rose on my hip, but for this tattoo,
| wanted it to say what I'm often too shy to tell
people: that I’m kinky. | didn't want a woman
with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth or any-
thing that intense, but a little playful bondage
would be okay, especially because my over-
all appearance is rather mainstream.

Looking through the artist's flash, | found
the perfect design: a cute, punky-looking girl
who slightly resembled me, but who wasn't
an exact replica, because that would have
been too narcissistic. Between when | picked
out the design and got the tattoo, | started to
think of her as my alter ego, my badass kinky
other self, who would dare to do the things
I'd only dreamed about up until that point.

“What do you like about her?” Tom, my tat-
too artist, asked me when | went in to get
the design. He was tall and thin, an almost
nerdy-looking guy, with black thick-framed
glasses and a hint of stubble on his face.
Га heard good things about his shop, and
| liked that even though he was only twenty-
five—three years older than me—he owned
the place. He worked in a very specific style,
and if he didn't like someone's proposed de-
sign, he'd refuse to do it.

“She's tough, and goes after what she
wants. She looks like she enjoys when things
get a little wild—in the bedroom or out. She’s
sexy, and she knows it.” | was embarrassed

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to say the words out loud, but | also
liked saying them. | hoped that they
would rub off on me, become a part
of me, just like the ink would.

What | didnt expect was that the
process of getting tattooed would
turn me on so much. Or maybe it
wasn't the process so much as the
man behind the needle. Tom was
intensely focused on what he was
doing, but | could feel his energy, his
body heat, as he worked the needle
along my arm. | could also feel my
nipples hardening and my pussy
getting wetter. Were my endorphins
pumping from getting the tattoo, or
did | really just want to fuck Tom?
Maybe it was both.

| gritted my teeth and tried not to

| had seen some naughty tat-
too designs in his portfolio, but Га
been so focused on picking out the
one Га wanted that | hadn't thought
much about his inspiration for them.
Was he into tying up girls? Would he
want to do something like that to me?
| finished my soda and wondered if
Tom could tell how aroused | was,
or whether he thought the color on
my pale cheeks was from the rush of
getting inked.

He resumed his work, the intimacy
of the silence making me even more
turned on. Being aroused helped
distract me from the pain, and |
imagined myself calling out his name
in pleasure, or at least, pleasurable
pain, as he spanked me or teased

I felt the first splash
of hot come hit my throat. He had
a bigger load than
Га expected, but I could handle it.

cry out from the pain, because there
were definitely moments where it re-
ally, really hurt. He wasn't too talkative
during the process, though we did
take a break halfway through, and he
seemed to be studying me intently.
Maybe he did that with all his clients,
but | sensed there was something
more. | could barely talk, so when he
asked if | wanted a soda, | nodded
yes. Sipping my drink gave me a few
minutes to observe him. His arms
and neck were covered in tattoos in
intricate designs that | admired.

me. Before | knew it, my tattoo was
complete. Tom took a photo of the
finished work and smeared a clear
gel over my freshly inked arm. | was
relieved that he was done. “Maybe
you could use something stronger
than that soda?” he asked, taking out
a bottle of whiskey. | nodded, and he
poured some for each of us. Then we
clinked glasses and tossed back the
shots.

| moved over to the couch, and he
took a seat next to me. Then | turned,
and without having to say a word, he

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moved closer. “You're beautiful,” he
said softly. “I've been trying to dis-
tract myself from how hard my cock
got when | was close to you, be-
cause | didn't want to mess up your
artwork. l've been dreaming about
you since you came in to pick out
your design.”

Emboldened by his interest in me,
| said, “And what were you dreaming
about?”

"| was thinking about tying you up.
About putting a gag in your mouth
and watching you struggle and
scream but not be able to escape or

have anyone hear you. Of shoving
my fingers inside you. And my cock.
And whatever else | could find.” My
breath hitched as he spoke. “You'd
like that, wouldn't you, Dee Dee?”

“Yes, | would. Maybe not right this
second, but | do want that.” Suddenly
the atmosphere in the shop changed.
We were no longer in a business
transaction, but a personal one. He
was about to take the submission |
was desperate to give him, the sub-
mission I'd only dreamed about offer-
ing to the right man. Га tried to make
vanilla men into my doms with abys-
a?

mal results in the past.

"| can't tie you up the way Га like to
until your tattoo heals, but | can order
you to get on your knees and suck
my cock. | bet that sweet little mouth
of yours is hungry for it, isn't it?” he
asked.

| moaned. “Yes, | want your cock,”
| said.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected me.

“Yes, sir,” | dutifully replied, my
pussy getting wetter by the second.
He ordered me onto the floor, and
| scrambled into place, the ache in
my arm forgotten as the excitement

of obeying this sexy, powerful man
swept over me.

“Wait a minute while | lock the door.
| had a feeling you were going to be
a horny slut, so | canceled the rest of
my appointments.”

Tom soon returned and sat down
in front of me, taking out his cock
and stroking it. When | made а
move to suck it, however, he pushed
me back. “I'm in charge here, Dee
Dee. Remember that, or l'Il send you
away and find another girl to suck
my cock.” The thought made me
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on your fingers for me first. Show me
what you're gonna do to my cock.” |
shoved four fingers into my mouth,
pressing them as deep down as they
would go. | alternated looking at him
and shutting my eyes, and | guess
he liked what | was doing because
he slid my hand out of my mouth and
positioned me so my lips were on his
cock.

"Now don't be too greedy. First, |
want you to slowly lick the tip.” He
was right—l was greedy. | wanted his
entire length in my mouth, but | was
patient and followed his orders. He

the best blowjob Га ever given, and
| was rewarded by Tom allowing me
to swallow even more of him—one
inch at a time. He guided me with his
hand on the back of my neck, gently
correcting me when | took too much
at once.

“Do you want my come in your
mouth, Dee Dee? I'll give it to you,
but only if you take it all. If you let any
of it fall out of that pretty mouth, you're
going to be in trouble.” While part of
me wanted to find out what it meant
to be “in trouble,” a bigger part of me
wanted to taste and swallow all of his

didn’t moan, but | could tell from his
cock's reaction that he liked what |
was doing. Tom allowed me to take
the entire head into my mouth, and |
got to know him with my tongue. My
saliva welled in my mouth, and when
| attempted to take a break to swal-
low it, he held me in place. “Breathe
through your nose, greedy girl,” he
instructed.

| did, and focused on doing ex-
actly as he ordered. My arm was still
tender, but my pussy was throbbing
with need, and | was hoping he’d fill
me with his cock. | tried to give him
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cream. “I'm gonna come very soon,
Dee Dee. Very soon!” he shouted,
and then | felt the first splash of hot
come hit my throat.

When he was done with his or-
gasm, Tom took out a vibrator and
slipped it under my dress and inside
my panties, urging me to climax.
Now that wasn’t a tough order to fol-
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tattoo, and finding the man Га been
hoping the tattoo would attract, that |
came twice for him.

Tom gave me a present when l left:
a dildo. “| want you to practice suck-
ing on this rubber cock and think
about me. | want you to also think
about me using it on your sweet ass,
because that's what's going to hap-
pen next time | see you.” Then he
gave me instructions on how to take
саге of my tattoo, kissed me roughly,
and sent me on my way.

That was a few weeks ago, and
since then Tom's been training me
in all sorts of kinky activities. Every
time | wear short sleeves and no-
tice someone looking at my tattoo, |
blush, remembering what happened

left. They were always exhilarating
experiences, but we'd be so tired
in the evenings that we barely had
the energy to kiss, let alone fuck.
This time, we wanted a vacation that
would allow for a different kind of ex-
citement.

Since we were going away for only
a three-day weekend, we decided
not to stray too far from home. | sug-
gested finding a nice hotel in Vegas,
already picturing the naughtiness we
could get up to—even if we just had
loud, shake-the-walls sex that was
overheard by our neighbors.

| found a hotel that was close to
the Strip. Their web site said they ca-
tered to a crowd that liked to have
fun. While other places sold them-

Tom took out
a vibrator and slipped it under
my dress and inside
my panties, urging me to climax.

after | got it, and all the filthy things
Tom's made me do since. The tattoo
has done double duty. It has certainly
made me less shy and more willing
to claim my submissive side, and |
have Tom to thank for that!

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When my wife and | decided to go
on vacation, we thought it might be
fun to break with tradition. Kelly and
| had a preference for active vaca-
tions like hiking and camping, the
kinds of trips where we'd come back
home as exhausted as when we'd
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selves as family-friendly, this one was
going for a more sensual vibe. All
sorts of sexual fantasies were flash-
ing through my mind, but what hap-
pened during this trip, though, was
even wilder than my dreams!

Kelly and | checked into our room,
giddy at the idea of turning off our
cell phones and having three days
all to ourselves. We both run our own
businesses and can get wrapped up
in the day-to-day hassles. It felt good
to take a break. We'd been holding
hands, and getting a little frisky in the
taxi on our way to the hotel, so we
were already feeling amorous when
we got to our room. As it turned out
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The screams and moans coming
through the wall from the room next
door were the unmistakable sounds
of a woman getting fucked! Kelly
grinned at me as the woman cried
out, “Yes! Yes! Harder!” Then we
heard a man ask, “Have you been a
bad girl?” What followed sounded like
a series of slaps, and we guessed
that the lady next door was now get-
ting a sexy spanking.

“Have you been a bad girl?” |
asked my wife. At first, | was joking,
but when Kelly gave me an impish
look, | realized | had hit on something
that piqued her interest—and mine,
too. | pulled her close so she could
feel how hard my cock had become.
“Do you want to be a bad girl?” |

up at me while she bit her lip.

“Then you better take those pants
off. | don't spank girls wearing jeans.”
| knew that Kelly wasn't wearing pant-
ies because Га seen her get dressed
that morning. So | was offering her
a choice, of sorts: get spanked on
her bare ass or don't get spanked at
all. Even thought she was flustered,
| had a feeling | knew which option
she'd choose.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”
| asked with an uncharacteristically
impatient tone. Гт normally the
most laid-back guy around, so part
of it was an act, though | was eager
for her to bare her butt. Kelly has a
beautiful ass, which | tell her any time
she complains about it being “too

Kelly’s plump ass had
my full attention. Her bottom was
bared, and she was bent
over, waiting for me to punish her.

whispered in her ear. When | wiggled
my tongue directly inside her ear—
something that drives her wild—she
squirmed and sighed.

“Yes,” she finally choked out. When
| pulled back to look at her face, | saw
that it was bright red. | can always tell
when she's nervous, embarrassed or
turned on because her skin is so fair
and she blushes easily.

“Yes, what, Kel?” | asked, as we
heard additional slapping noises and
the woman next door moaned pas-
sionately.

“Yes, | do want to be a bad girl,
one who needs to be spanked.” Her
voice was low and trembled a little.
She looked beautiful, with her straw-
berry-blonde hair falling around her
shoulders and her blue eyes staring
oa

big.” Too big? Never!

Kelly fumbled with the button and
zipper, her fingers shaking a bit. “Are
you nervous?” | asked her in my nor-
mal voice. | didn't want to push her if
she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

“No. | want it, | really do. | want you
to spank me. The way that woman's
getting spanked.” For a moment, |
imagined us knocking on their door
and the kinky couple inviting us in to
watch them. Га bet anything that wit-
nessing such a scene would make
Kelly's pussy sopping wet. Soon,
though, | was barely noticing what
was going on next door, because the
reality of Kelly’s plump, naked ass
had my full attention. Her bottom was
bared, and she was bent over the
bed, waiting for me to punish her.

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ordered. She'd been fairly still before
ра said that, but | noticed her com-
pletely stop squirming, and her obe-
dience made my dick throb. “Spread
your legs. Show me how wet you
are.”

She did, just enough to let me
know | was going to sink my dick into
her moist hot center very soon. First,
though, | gave her right asscheek
a resounding slap. | worried for a
moment that in my exuberance Га
hit her too hard, but her moan was
clearly one of pleasure. | smacked
that same cheek again, and then
the other one, and soon Kelly's cries
were rivaling our neighbors' in loud-
ness. Knowing they could probably

she cried out, causing me to smack
her again. “What did | say?” | hissed,
and that just set her off even more.
Afterward, we cooled off with a
shower and then donned our bath-
ing suits for an evening visit to the
hot tub. | was hoping we'd meet
our neighbors, but even though we
didn't, the rest of our vacation was
everything Га wanted it to be.
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I grabbed her
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My dick was so
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hear her was incredibly arousing.
| picked up the pace, swatting her
again and again, and her normally
pale butt was soon blushing red.

| eventually had to stop spanking
her because | needed to fuck her.
| didn't ask; | just grabbed her hips
and shoved my cock inside her. My
dick was so hard that | thought it
might explode. Her skin was radiat-
ing heat, and her cunt felt so tight.
“Don't speak,” | said. “Let them won-
der what I’m doing to you.” | felt her
tremble at the thought of our neigh-
bors eavesdropping and fantasizing
about us.

| slammed into her hard, taking my
pleasure from her. | could feel that
she was on the verge, and when |
came, Kelly did, too. When she did,
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been an ardent fan. | have a vibra-
tor for every room of my home, plus
plenty next to my bed. | even have
ones for when | travel; | never leave
home without some sort of mechani-
cal device to get me off in a pinch.
You never know when the need may
strike, and | like to be prepared.

My collection started with a basic
vibrator, a no-frills black one of what
l'd call an average length and width.
It was a present from a friend, Laurel,
to whom Га shamefully confessed
that Га never used a toy. She was
shocked, and a few days later, she
gave me my new buzzing compan-
ion. | rushed home with my present
and crawled into bed, dimmed the
lights, and thought about a guy | had
a crush on: Dylan, a waiter at a café

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| frequent. The combination of ту
lusty fantasies and the toy buzzing
inside me made me wetter and wet-
ter, and | came quickly.

Even though that toy was de-
signed to be used internally, | found
that rubbing the tip against my clit
also helped get me going. When |
mentioned this fact to Laurel, she told
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work both the inside and outside.
She e-mailed me a link so | could
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“No matter what you choose,
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| was so entranced by my cool-
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my e-mail address, and the next day
а woman wrote to me and gave me
a few more online store sugges-
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not just many colors, but all sorts of
types. There were some designed to
hit the G-spot, and electric vibrators
like the Hitachi Magic Wand, which
even came with attachments. There
were also all sorts of interesting-look-
ing dildos. | couldn't resist buying a
rainbow-colored one, because | like
colorful things. I'd even dared to get
a green butt plug—the smallest kind
the store sold—and some lube.

When my new package arrived,
| wanted to try everything at once! |
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ing me up against the side of a
building and having his way with me
while people watched us fuck. Then
| started to think about him shoving
his thumb up my ass while | did that
to myself, wriggling my thumb into
my backdoor to prep it for the plug.
The more | pictured Dylan and what
| imagined was his impressive cock,
the more | wanted something in my
ass.

My butt was definitely ready for the
toy because the moment | slipped it
in, it felt completely right. The plug
had a base that allowed me to let
go and have the toy rest inside my
anal canal, which left my hands free
to use my other toys. Just seeing the
rainbow dildo made me smile, and
| got on my hands and knees—this
time thinking about Dylan mounting
me from behind. Doggy-style is my
favorite position, but it's not as much
fun on my own. At least, it wasn't until
| started using my toys, coordinating
them for maximum effect.

| found that sliding the rainbow
dildo inside my wet pussy while jig-
gling the butt plug felt great. Next, |
experimented by letting go ofthe plug
and working my clit while squeezing
all my muscles down there, hugging
the toys with my pussy and ass. | was
amazed at the sensation that even
non-vibrating toys could provide.
This was exciting in another way
because | knew from what ГА read
that by fucking myself like this, | was
strengthening the muscles in those
areas and could apply that special,
increased pressure to a future lover.

| couldn't stay in that position
for too long, but | have a queen-
size bed and had plenty of room to
move around. | tried the dildo/butt
plug combination on my side, on
my back, leaning over the bed and
standing up. | stood in front of my
mirror and watched the colorful dildo
ease in and out of my shaved cunt.

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Even though | look at my naked body
every day, something about that sight
turned me on a lot. On my back was
the most comfortable position, and |
toyed with my nipples while | fucked
my cunt with the dildo. | moaned,
shoving it in again and again, ex-
actly the way | like to get fucked by
a real cock. “Dylan,” | called out, and
then twisted the dildo once it was all
the way inside me, realizing that my
pussy could handle an even bigger
fake cock; | came fast and hard.

| went to sleep happy, dream-
ing about my new toys and hoping

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| could get up the courage to push
my mild flirting with Dylan to the next
level. | was walking out my door the
next day when a new package ar-
rived. | was on my way to breakfast
and too impatient to wait, so | de-
cided to take the box with me, even
though | knew what was inside: my
Hitachi Magic Wand, a plug-in elec-
trical vibrator. | went to the café and
ordered my usual spinach omelet
and coffee, and Dylan teased me as
he always did about being so pre-
dictable. | wanted to say, “You don't
know me very well. You’d never
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guess what I have in this box!"

| didn't have the guts to say that,
but over the next hour Dylan kept
hinting that he wanted to see what
was in it, especially after he'd seen
me steal a peek inside and smile. "If
you really want to see what's in here,
you have to promise to come home
with me." | figured it was worth the
gamble. We'd been tossing sugges-
tive lines back and forth for months.

"You're on," he said, making me
tingle all over. | could barely finish my
coffee. Luckily, his shift was ending
Soon, so | sat and read, fidgeting as

my pussy became wetter and wetter.
I'd never used a toy with a guy be-
fore, but somehow | was hopeful that
Dylan would be into it.

"So, can | see now?" he asked,
nodding toward the box.

| opened the box, angling it so only
he could see inside.

"It's a vibrator," | said. "I have a few
more at home." Before Га become
such a fan, Га have thought only girls
who weren't hooking up used sex
toys, but now | knew better.

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“You make me wet,” | told him,
even though the confession made
me blush. We managed to make it
back to my place without any acts of
public indecency. Dylan grabbed the
box from me after we'd taken off our
coats and took out the toy.

“This is intense,” he said. It's a big
toy—definitely not a pocket rocket.

“You haven't seen anything yet.”
I'd never used a Hitachi, but а seen
videos of women crying out in delight
as they climaxed. | couldn't wait to
be one of them! “Let me show you
to my bed,” | told him. Once there,

we made out, until | reached into his
pants to reveal a cock whose size
could rival any toy on the market.
He was bigger than any guy а ever
been with, and | was eager to feel
him inside my pussy. First, though, |
wanted to test out the toy.

“You can have my cock if you show
me how this thing works,” he said.

“Gladly,” | told him, and he
propped himself up on one elbow,
looking totally comfortable to be
stark naked, while | plugged the toy
into the wall. | used the lowest set-
ting at first, running it over my slit and
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pressing it against my clit through my
thin white panties. "Oh, my Goa!” I
exclaimed, reaching for him with my
free hand. Dylan squeezed my hand
tightly as | worked the toy back and
forth, pressing it lightly against my
nub, then harder. Finally | eased it
into my panties, and within two min-
utes, | was coming.

“Can | hold it?” he asked as |
turned the wand off and laid it to rest
beside us.

“Yes, but when do | get your
cock?”

“Does it look like | don’t want to

fuck you?” he said, his voice no lon-
ger teasing. He was right—his dick
was rock-hard.

“Okay, go ahead,” | said, unpre-
pared for how the toy would feel on
its highest setting. As he switched it
on and pressed it against my cunt,
| held on to the headboard and bit
my lip, feeling sensations unlike any-
thing Га ever experienced washing
over me.

“| guess that means you like it,
right?” he said after | screamed with
pleasure and came a second time.

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Dylan climbed on top of me and
sank his natural sex toy into my well-
lubricated pussy. | was ready for the
object of my fantasies to fill me with
his giant manhood, and he did, with
stroke after stroke, hitting me in ex-
actly the right places.

“Look at me when you come,”
Dylan told me when | was tempted to
close my eyes. Staring deep into his
eyes, | had my third orgasm in only
about fifteen minutes. “That feels so

awesome,” he said, and kept pump-

ing for another twenty minutes until
he, too, came. Dylan collapsed on
top of me, and as we drifted off to
sleep, | told him, “You were even bet-
ter than in my dreams.”
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| was on my way home from the
gym a few weeks ago and passed
the nearby nail salon, which was on
the same block. It was late, maybe
eleven o'clock at night. Usually the
salon is closed and dark by tha
hour, but | saw some lights on inside.
It wasn't overly bright or anything, but
it was strange to see any lights on ai
all after eight.

When | got closer, | stopped to

look inside the shop to see what was
going on. | didn't think they still had
clients coming in so late; | figured
one of the employees had simply
left a light on when she left. | peered
through the large front window, ex-
pecting to see the place empty, but
what met my eye was something far
more intriguing.

One of the girls who worked there
was sitting on her stool in front of
one of the spa chairs where they sat
clients for pedicures—but she was
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of her regular uniform. Her vest was
open, and the front spread as she
leaned forwara. | shifted my gaze up-
ward and saw that there was some-
one in the chair in front of her.

A guy with his pants pulled down
his thighs and his flannel shirt hang-
ing open was sitting there, and as the
girl leaned in, she started to take his
naked cock into her mouth. | couldn't
believe what | was seeing! The side-
walk wasn't busy at eleven at night,
but anyone who walked past would
easily be able to see what was going
on in the salon—especially with the
lights on. | started to wonder if they
knew they were on display and were
doing it all on purpose, or if they'd
only gotten caught up in the moment
and had no idea they had a small au-
dience watching their private show.

While | thought about their mo-
tives, the girl took more of her part-
ner's dick between her lips, until she
had about four inches of his six-inch
tool in her mouth. | wanted to see
how far they'd go, but | didn't want to
be obvious, so | took my cell phone
out of my pocket and pretended to
check my text messages while | sur-
reptitiously watched them. If anyone
walked by, | figured they'd think | was
waiting for my girlfriend or something
and keep on going, not bothering to
check out the scene for themselves.

As soon as | was sure | had a
good cover, | turned my full atten-
tion back to the show. The girl had
sucked more of her date's dick into
her mouth, and her head was bob-
bing back and forth along his shaft.
The height of his chair compared
to her stool put them at the perfect
angle for cocksucking. He was able
to guide her head without having to
reach far, and from the looks of it, she
was pretty comfortable, too.

A minute later | watched as the
girl leaned in all the way, taking the
guy’s cock between her lips right to
the root. The fact that she appeared

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to Бе deep-throating him with ease—
and without him having to guide her
to do it—turned me on, and | felt my
dick swell. | really hoped no one wan-
dered by then, because the pup tent
that was forming in my loose-fitting
sweatpants would be a dead give-
away of what was going on inside the
shop. | didn't want my private show
to suddenly be open to the public.

In the dim lighting, | could see the
guy's cock shining with the girl's sa-
liva each time she pulled her head
back to take a breath. The blowjob
she was giving was sloppy enough
to be arousing, but she wasn't drool-
ing all over his dick. She really knew
what she was doing! | started imagin-
ing then that it was my cock she was

lap. She was going to fuck him.

The chair he was in worked like
a dentist's chair, apparently, and as
she settled onto him, the arms swung
away, giving her room to get her legs
on either side of his hips. Once she
was comfortable, she reached be-
tween their bodies and grabbed his
dick. She rose enough to guide his
cock toward her cunt, and then she
slowly sat back down, engulfing him
inch by inch between her pussy lips
as she did.

He was fucking her
harder than ГА thought possible
in their position, and
I felt my cock throb painfully.

sucking, and | had to reach down
and adjust myself.

When the guy started thrusting into
the girl’s mouth, | figured they were
almost done, and | turned my atten-
tion to the window. | wanted to catch
the last few moments, and | didn't
think it mattered anymore if anyone
saw me peeking through the glass.
But they weren't ready to call it quits.

The girl kept sucking her date’s
prick as he fucked her mouth, but
right when | thought he was going to
feed her a load of come, she pulled
all the way off his cock and left it
bobbing there, all hard and wet and
ready to blow. She didn’t seem like
the type to leave a guy hanging, and
a moment later she stood up from
her stool and climbed into her date's

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jerking off, but | knew | couldn't. The
street was deserted, butthe gym was
open twenty-four hours. | didn't want
to risk getting caught. So | grabbed
my cock through the cotton and ad-
justed myself once more, hoping Га
make it through the rest of the cou-
ple's performance and all the way
home before it became unbearable.
| looked back in the window and
saw the girl really riding her date.
She had her hands pressed hard
against the high back of the chair,
and his hands were on her hips.
She'd switched positions a bit in the
minute since I'd looked away, and
she was now kneeling astride her
partner, her knees on either side of
his thighs, letting her pump up and
down on his cock. He was helping
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guide her movements and keep her
on the seat, and it seemed like she
was getting a good rhythm going.

As she was humping him, her vest
fell open, and | saw her small, perky
tits as they jiggled in time with her
fucking. Shit, it was hot!

When it got to be too much, and
her legs started to slide out from
under her, he pulled her down onto
his lap and knocked her legs away
so they were dangling again. Then
he guided her arms down to wrap
around his neck before he started
thrusting into her.

He was fucking her harder than [Га
thought possible in their position, and
| felt my cock throb painfully. When
my balls began to tingle a moment
later, | knew | was a goner. While the
girl in the nail salon got fucked from
below, | shot my load into my pants,
too excited to hold off any longer.

It took the couple only another
minute or two before they came, too.
| watched as the girl’s back went
rigid, and when she threw her head
back, | imagined | could hear her
scream of pleasure. Her date came
immediately after she did, his fingers
digging into her hips and his ass ris-
ing off the seat for several seconds.
Then they collapsed into the chair,
and his head lolled back while she
practically deflated until she lay limp
against him.

| didn't hang around after that. |
checked the sidewalk for any pass-
ersby, adjusted myself one last time,
and walked the last five blocks to my
place—where | took a shower and
jerked off thinking about the scene
ра witnessed minutes earlier.

l've started going to the gym only
late at night, and | always check
to see if the salon's lights are on. I
haven't been lucky enough to catch
an encore performance yet, but until
| do, the memory is good enough!

Mr. Mike Y.,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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