The Long D....

I was only going about 4 miles an hour over the speed limit when this jerk on a motorcycle pulled me over. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I was stone-cold broke and unemployed. Plus, my hair was an absolute disaster.

The fact is, I’d recently been fired from my job. My boss had chased me round his desk for two years till I eventually let him start fucking me. I didn’t even get a raise, just a lot of uncomfortable schtupping on top of his desk. There’s just no way the amount of anal I gave to that ingrate wasn’t worth a promotion or two. I used to have to bite down on his spare tie to help me handle with the pain.

So one day he calls me into his office, gives me one last poke up the butt and tells me that his wife had found out about our little dalliance and he was going to have to fire me. Like it was my fault! And there I stood in his office, buck naked with my pucker-hole still throbbing and no job.

Men were already at the very top of my list of “things so avoid or kill.” And now this! A great big slab of bitter icing to spread all over my misery cake.

Mr. Policeman marched up to the car with that big cop scowl on his face. “In a bit of a hurry?”

Four miles an hour over the limit? Going down hill? Was every guy on this entire planet a complete prick? I smiled at him warmly. What choice did I have?

“This is terribly embarrassing, officer. I’m normally such a conscientious driver.”

He took off his dark sunglasses and stared down at me. Then he took a big gander at my tits. I’m ashamed to say that I moved my position to give him a better view of the girls. A ticket plus the expense of traffic school would have been ruinous.

“Plus, you’ve got a tail light out and your license plate sticker is out of date.”

SHIT!!! There was no way in the world I was going to be able to pay for all of this. My lip wobbled. I dipped my chest a little further.

“And I think you may have been drinking.”

What?! It was ten AM.

“No officer. I swear it. I never drink and drive. Plus…it’s the morning.”

“I’m going to have to ask you to take a breathalyzer.”

“Ah…sure, I guess.”

“Now, I only have the organic model on me.”

“Organic?”

“Yes, ma’am. All you have to do is blow into the organic tube and if I like what I see, then you’re free to go. Otherwise, I’ll have your vehicle towed and you can accompany me to the station in the squad car.”

Towed! That would have cost a fortune.

“Of course I’ll take the test. Do I need to get out of the car?”

“No ma’am. You’re in the perfect position, right where you are.” And with that, he unzipped his pants and shoved his floppy penis into the car. Well, I was horrified. How dare he? I sat there for about half a minute, trying to figure out what I should do, while his manly appendage hung there in my face.

“I’m on a bit of a tight schedule here ma’am. Would you rather do this at the station?”

Shit! What I really wanted to do was stick the end of it in my cigarette lighter socket. The whole thing was horrific and surreal. He’d pushed himself against the car and rested his elbows on the roof. All I could see was about a foot and a half of his torso with his waggling schlong right in the middle.

“Ma’am?”

All right, already! Jesus! I reached up with my trembling hand and circled my fingers around his shaft. Almost immediately, it began to puff up and get longer. I thought I was going to throw up. I was apoplectic, revolted and ashamed (oh, and I’d had some greasy onions for breakfast). After a few gentle strokes and a little tickling of his nutsack, he became fully erect. There is nothing uglier in this world than a man’s cock when it’s forcing its unwanted attentions on you. Still, I couldn’t afford to pay for the ticket so I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and stuck it in. Feeling my lips wrapped around that uncircumcised Johnson was the ultimate in sickening humiliation. That weird icky wormy texture of his foreskin on my tongue still gives me nightmares. To make matters worse, I had to give that monster a pretty good hummer or I was going to be there bobbing up and down all day on his wiener. I prayed that he was a premature ejaculator as I slathered up his rod with my saliva. He moaned a couple of times and thrust himself right to the back of my throat, almost gagging me, but I didn’t stop. Then, I had an idea. Taking his member out of my mouth, I started licking his scrotum (which was tough to do because I had to crane my neck and press my face against the interior of the car to reach it). While I was down there, I was pistoning his joint like a champ. Basically, hoping beyond hope that if I licked and pumped hard enough, I wouldn’t have to ingest a load of jizz from this dickweed. He’d just shoot it all over my leather seats. Alas, it was not to be. A hand reached into the car and pulled my head back up to the business end of his doowanger. I’d hardly opened my jaw when he thrust his pant pistol down my esophagus again. I could hardly breathe. That fucking thing kept smashing against the back of my throat and my uvula. I could hear him grunting now as he closed in on his unholy grail. Once more, he snagged the back of my head with his palm but this time huge dollops of creamy jism squirted of his nutsack and coated my mouth and tongue. This unrelenting stream of gonad juice felt like it was going to drown me. Oh, if only it had.

I’ve never really been that fond of the flavor of cum but this gooey helping of evil seed was especially vile. My overwhelming inclination was to spit it all out over his uniform but I tipped my head back and swallowed the lot, like a good little girl. Pissing him off and getting a ticket now that I’d already done this foul thing, was utterly unthinkable. Once he’d finished emptying himself into my mouth, Mr. Policeman stepped back from the car and zipped up his pants. He had this creepy, self-satisfied look on his mug. Yeah, you Nazi Fuckface, you made some poor woman suck your cock. FUCK YOU! I tried to return his smile. It’s hard to tell how successful I was.

“Well, I guess everything seems to be in order. Just watch the speed the next time you’re in these parts.” He tipped his motorcycle helmet at me and swaggered back to his bike.

I wept like Joey Lauren Adams is Chasing Amy for over an hour before I had the strength to drive home.

Oh yeah, and my taillight wasn’t broken.

Needless to say, I was remarkably upset for weeks. I used to like to have a good wank a couple of times a day but now I just couldn’t bear to touch myself. Anything sexual just made me flash back to that creep’s spunk gushing into my mouth. That officious idiot had really fucked me up.

Eventually, I got a decent paying job and got my life back together. Well, most of my life was back together. I’d started dating again. Jim was a terrific guy and I really enjoyed his company but I just couldn’t bear to go down on him. He never said anything, but what gentleman doesn’t like a nice blowjob at the movies or in the drive-thru lane at McDonalds? Even regular sex was a chore. I spread ‘em for Jim’s sake but my heart, and especially my pussy, just weren’t in it.

Something had to be done. I had to face my demons or I was going to be

spending the rest of my life in a sexual graveyard.

One Saturday, I took a couple of Xanax, got in my car and headed out to that same stretch of road. I drove up and down, just over the speed limit, for an hour or so. My stomach practically flew out of my nose when a siren finally blasted behind me. Sure enough, it was Johnny Law and he was still wearing that same self-satisfied smirk as he sauntered up to the car.

“In a bit of a hurry?” he enquired. Jesus, he didn’t even change up his patter.

“I’m so sorry officer. My speedometer must be slightly off.” My hair was a different color and I had long since replaced the shitbox I was driving the last time our paths had crossed. He didn’t seem to recognize me, which was perfect.

“Plus, you’ve got a tail light out.”

Oh, you mean the one that will mysteriously start working again, the second I swallow your semen?

“And I think you may have been drinking.”

BINGO!

“No officer. I swear it. I never drink and drive. Plus…it’s the morning.”

“I’m going to have to ask you to take a breathalyzer.”

“Absolutely! I haven’t had any alcohol in over a week.”

“Now, I only have the organic model on me.”

“Organic?” Why whatever could he mean?

“Yes ma’am.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. “Just breathe into this and I’m sure everything will be fine.”

I looked up at him with an anxious expression.

“You mean, if I give you oral sex, you’ll let me off of my speeding ticket.”

“Let’s just saw that the law appreciates those who help the police out in their enquiries.”

“Okay,” I stammered. “I guess I have no choice.”

Mr. Cop rested his arms on my car roof once more and I started to play with the head of his penis with my tongue. I licked and teased his knobby bit till it was rock hard and twitching. Then I gently nibbled the underside of his shaft with my teeth from his gonads right up to the tip. A little sigh could be heard. When I finally took him wholly into my mouth, it quickly became a carnival of sensual delights. This was by far the best blowjob I had ever given. It was wet, warm and wild as I slid his member back into the furthest reaches of my throat and made obscene and noisy slurping sounds. It wasn’t long before his pelvis was thrusting out to meet my masterful suckjob. I could taste little droplets of pre-cum on my palate as he edged ever closer to sweet release. At some point, I managed to take him all the way in, right up to the hilt. I held it there (my lower lip touching the top of his testicles) and turned my throat into a cunt for as long as I could. The moans were getting louder now. It wouldn’t be long. I doubled my suction and tickled his scrotum and asshole with the tip of my index finger. As his leg muscles tensed, I reached into my purse.

A nano-second before he climaxed, I pulled my mouth off him and tasered his balls. Vast streams of ejaculate covered my cheeks, nose, eyelids and hair as he exploded backwards away from me. Screams of unsaintly agony bellowed out of him as he writhed and thrashed about in the middle of the road. I calmly wiped his spew from my face and then drove off, leaving him to tend to his severely roasted nuts. God knows how he managed to ride all the way back to the station while sitting on those tender vittles.

As a precaution against further legal action, I took the liberty of recording the entire larcenous and lascivious act on my cell phone. They’re quite handy little devices, aren’t they?

Now I suck and fuck and wank with the best of them. Jim is over the moon (Especially since I’m starting to enjoy into analingus.).

As for driving, I only do it when it’s absolutely imperative and I make it a point to never go above the speed limit. But, I do keep the taser in my purse, just in case. Wink!

multiway

Now I was a bit apprehensive, due to the fact that the husband had stated that he was bi. Although I have received or from other men in the past, it was never in front of someone else. But the husband had reassured me that he wouldn't take any overt actions, unless I had indicated it was okay. Anyway, as Saturday morning came, I headed out towards their town. After about an hour's drive, which was filled with all sorts of sexual thoughts, I finally reached the agreed upon meeting place. As I sat in my car, watching for the husband who was to meet me, I began to wonder if I wasn't just on some wild goose chase, when up he drove in the car he had described in our prior conversation. We got out and greeted each other, speaking in generalities about nothing in particular really, when he asked me if I was still sure about getting together with them. When I replied in the affirmative, he then asked me to follow him to their home. Upon arrival at the home, he introduced me to his wife, who didn't seem to be up on the event (just a feeling). I got him to the side and mentioned that, and he just said, "leave it to me". I was led to the sofa (where his wife was already seated, in the middle), and I took a seat next to her. Dave (the husband), then put a video of a group sex scene, and sat on the other side of her. After a very few minutes of the video, he began unbuttoning his wife's blouse, so I could see her breasts. While he was doing this, he told her to take out my cock. She reached over, and slowly began removing my shorts. Which were the only thing that I had on from the waist down. After having her stand up in front of us, and remove the rest of her clothing, he asked her if she wanted to sit on my lap. It was at this point that she really came alive! She just turned around, grabbed my cock, and slid it into her pussy, as far as it would go. I was astounded! Next thing I know, he gets up and stands in front of her, and takes his clothing off. He then got down on the floor in front of us, and began trying his best to eat her pussy, while I was fucking her. Man! I had never had anything like this before. Of course, the inevitable happened. My cock came out of her pussy, and he just started sucking it. Then she took control again, and I was back in her pussy. Next thing, he got up and placed his cock in front of her face. She immediately began sucking him, at the same time I was fucking her. I was lying back on the sofa, she was lying back on top of me, and he was straddling us both, with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth, not inches from my face. I just couldn't help myself. I craned my neck ever closer and closer, as I watched his cock sliding between her lips. All of a sudden, he slipped his cock out of her mouth. and into mine! I wasn't sure what to do. He just began pumping it in and out of my mouth. And the more he did it, the more I seemed to want. His wife turned her face and began licking any part that I didn't have stuck in my mouth. It was then, that he just let fly with a seemingly huge load of cum. All over my face, my chest and in my mouth. His wife got up off my cock, and began licking up what was "spilled" on me. As she worked her down my chest to mine cock, finally taking it into her mouth. Her husband then got down on his knees along side her, and helped me over the edge. Long story I know, but it was my very first time at having this happen, so I wanted to give as much detail as possible.

The Storm..

It was a humid summer’s night as the heavy rain poured, bouncing against the window. Thunder could be heard rumbling in to the night, whilst flashes of lightning could be seen flickering through the curtains.
Two hours had passed since our embarrassing quickie earlier in the evening, in which my mother had heard me and my boyfriend Aiden fucking from down the street. Now alone, me and Aiden were snuggled watching TV, me still wearing his over-sized football shirt from earlier.
"Alone at last," said Aiden as I leaned back to where he was laid on the bed, resting my head on his strong chest.
He put his arm around me, pulling me close. I gazed up at him and smiled, then leaned upwards to kiss him. His big brown eyes stared back into my icy blue ones, as he cupped my face with has hand and was about to kiss me back when,BANG!
Thunder roared and lightning blitzed outside, sending out the lights. We could just about make out each other’s faces in the pitch black.
"Great!" I moaned sarcastically, pulling myself from Aiden's embrace and off the bed.
I peered through the curtains to see nothing but rain drizzling down the window and pure darkness outside. The whole street had lost power.
"I think we've some candles downstairs, I'll go see if I can find them." I left the room, hovering my mobile phone in front of me to use as a torch.
I returned upstairs moments later clutching three candles I'd found in the kitchen, along with a cigarette lighter I'd grabbed from my handbag. I placed the candles down on the bedside table and flicked on the lighter, lighting each candle one by one. The candles flickered, lighting up the room with an orange glow.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," I said winking as I walked off to the bathroom taking one of the candles with me.
Little did he know I had a devious plan in mind which would ensure I'd get exactly what I wanted...
Minutes later I returned to the room carrying the flickering candle. Aiden smiled as I entered. I was still wearing the football shirt but with nothing on my bottom half revealing my naked, slender legs. My face was bare, showing off its natural ivory glow in the candlelight. My red hair was loose flowing down to my shoulders, no longer in the short ponytail I had it tied in before.
Aiden, having stripped down to his boxers, stared at me as he lay there on the bed and patted it at the side of him for a signal for me to join him. I placed down the candle and sat down on the bed, hearing the thunder banging in the distance.
I sat there; my legs tucked beneath me and leaned down to kiss him. His soft lips returned the kiss as his hand gently pulled the back of my head to pull me closer into it. My own hand stroked his naked chest as our tongues tangled exploring each other’s mouths’ and tastes. His hand moved down and lightly started stroking my bare knee. I could feel between my legs tingling with anticipation as his hand slowly moved further up my thigh and under the shirt.
I could feel Aiden's face frowning with confusion. I knew he was expecting to feel my flesh or my lace shorts at the top of my legs but he could feel something different. I opened my eyes to see his eyes wondering in a puzzled expression as he felt around some more. He broke off the kiss, sat up, looked down and lifted the bottom of the jersey. I could see his eyes widening the more he lifted it, pulling it up higher and higher until it was just above my breasts. His mouth fell open. For there I was sat wearing a black velvet and lace babydoll which I'd hidden under the shirt.
Aiden's eyes rapidly moved around exploring every inch of my body. The lace clung to my slender figure hugging my curves whilst the velvet cups across the bust supported and showed off my boobs boasting ample cleavage. The lace flowed out from the hips to the tops of my thighs revealing a tiny lace thong underneath. He looked at me not knowing what to say, and closed his mouth.
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he ripped the football shirt from over my head, throwing it to the floor and forcefully pushed me down onto the bed throwing his lips on mine pressing them against me. His hands slid up my lace torso and squeezed my boob, playing with it as he kissed me, then slipped my nipple out of the top of the babydoll, and pinched and tweaked it. I moaned as my insides throbbed as he teased me.
His kisses lowered down my neck, moving across my cleavage until he came to the nipple he was playing with. He circled his tongue round it and played and nibbled it, taking it in turns with the other. Meanwhile, his free hand lowered down my torso and he began rubbing me through the thin lace thong. I squirmed as he pleased me, the wetness building up inside.
He returned to kissing my body, lowering down the bed as he kissed down my quivering stomach. He lifted the babydoll ever so slightly to reveal the thong, and slipped it to the side as he gently parted my legs. He smiled as he lowered his head and started licking my wanting clit.
I moaned out as he went down on me, teasing my pussy lips with his tongue and twisting and sucking my clit. He pulled off my panties exposing my shaved pink pussy, and then tossed them across the room. He inserted two fingers into me and continued licking me out whilst moving his fingers; watching my body spasm in ecstasy. I moaned out gripping onto the pillow as his tongue danced on my clit.
I managed to lift my body up during convulsions, pulled his hair and tugged him up towards me kissing him heavily, tasting my own juices on his lips. I turned him round so he lay on his back and started stroking his hard erection through his boxers. I grinned at him as I pulled off his boxers and took his thick shaft in my hand gently moving it up and down.
I adjusted myself so his cock was only centimetres away from my face and lightly tapped it against my lips. I smirked at him, twisted my tongue around his head, licking round in circles and lightly sucking the tip. His fists clenched as I worked my tongue down the shaft in a circular motion and curling it round as I got lower. I stared at him as my tongue reached the bottom of his member, closed my lips around it and sucked deeply. His head tilted back in pleasure as I sucked up and down and grabbed the bottom of his shaft with my hand, stroking so I matched the movement of my mouth. He pushed my head sliding it further down his cock so I held his fullness in my mouth. I grazed it with my teeth as I teased it, plunging up and down, sucking deeper, harder.
Aiden reached down and slid his fingers in me as I sucked him, making me moan. He pulled my body round so my pussy was closer to his face, and then rolled me on top of him. As I sucked him he began licking my tingling clit. I squirmed above him as he nibbled my lips, biting me, and playing with me with his fingers simultaneously.
The more he made me moan, the more I wanted to please him. I sucked harder, faster, licking up and down, taking his full shaft. I lightly sucked his balls as he fingered me, vigorously flicking his tongue round my clit, then he grabbed my ass with his other hand and spanked it. I was completely overwhelmed with intense bliss and felt like my insides were going to explode.
"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I yelled out.
This spurred him on more, fingering me harder and brushing my g-spot, whilst flicking his tongue faster. Waves of pleasure flew through me as I came in his mouth, as I deepthroated him. I was breathless, licking up his shaft as he continued to lick up my soaking walls.
I untangled myself from the 69 position we were coiled in, turned around so I was facing him again, and arched my bum up in the air. I gazed at him as I gave his cock a few more hard sucks. I sat up, and mounted him so my pussy hovered above his huge erection. He held it up for me and rubbed his engorged tip up and down my aching slit, then watched as my pussy parted, sliding down the long shaft.
I let out a whimper as I felt his thick rod enter my tightness, and bit my lip. I eased myself up and down until I was eventually bouncing on him with force. I quickly upped the pace, riding him harder, gripping into his chest with my fingers. My perky tits swung up and down bursting out of the babydoll as I rode him. I grabbed one and played with it in front of him, licking my own nipple, whilst my nails on the other hand scratched his chest as I grinded up and down.
Aiden grabbed my ass from under the babydoll, and squeezed it, helping me thrash up and down him. Then, he briefly arched his knees and drilled me from underneath, making my bum cheeks slap his balls. My hips swayed in unison with his pounding.
“Fuck!” I shouted, falling forward.
The thunder roared outside as the rain splattered on the window, whilst the candle flickered and the silhouette of my petite frame riding Aiden could be seen on the wall. He pulled me closer to him and bit my nipple which was peeking out of the babydoll. I yelped as he tormented it with his mouth, and then in turn teased the other.
I forced myself further down his shaft, taking him deeper, moaning as euphoria took over. I looked down and could see his face reddening. I could tell he was nearly there, so I rode him harder than ever screaming out his name as pleasure took over my body; my abdomen shook and pussy pulsated as cum seeped out of me, covering his cock.
I slowed down then lifted off him, and shimmied back down the bed, taking his cock in my mouth, tasting my own sweet juices. I played with the swollen clit of my dripping pussy as I sucked and slurped his hardness ferociously. Aiden's fists squeezed as his body arched up and load after load of his cum spewed into my mouth. I swallowed it up and licked my lips, then cleaned his head with my tongue.
I moved back and collapsed at the side of him; both sweating, out of breath and gasping for air. I turned my head to look at him.
"

the shopping

Will was coming out of the Kenneth Cole store at the mall in Boca Raton, the bag with his purchases under one arm while his hand held his cup of Starbucks. As he swung the door open he caught sight of one of Florida’s beach bunnies. He turned to watch her backside rotating in something that resembled a tennis skirt.
He sighed and stared at her as she wandered away through the crowd of shoppers. Florida during spring break, what a place to be and what tight, naked wonderful sights to see. And with that thought filling his mind he turned the other way and abruptly ran into someone and heard a shriek.
A girl, probably twenty or twenty-two, stood with a shocked look on her face and her arms flung out from her sides. One of those frilly tank tops hung over the slopes of her breasts, revealing a tanned rib cage and a pierced navel. The white top had an uneven brown coffee stain across one breast.
She had stopped and stepped back, but not soon enough. The matching white shorts, barely covering nicely tanned thighs had a matching coffee stain down one leg. The white clothing was a drastic contract to her long dark red hair. She was not happy.
“You freakin’ creep! Why don’t you watch where you’re going? I’m on the way to an interview and you just ruined my chances to get the job!” she screamed.
Will apologized but she seemed to ignore the fact that he was wearing the rest of the coffee down his shirt and pants. She began waving her arms and he could tell she was close to tears.
“I’m so sorry, Miss,” he said. “Look, let me replace your clothes; we’re right here at a mall and I’ll buy you whatever you need to impress someone at your interview,” he offered.
She thought about it for a minute or two and then asked, “Anything I want?”
“Yes, of course; I want to make up for ruining your clothes and upsetting you.”
She stood straight up, throwing her shoulders back. “I’ll need a new bra and panties, too," she said, testing his promise.
“Whatever you want; no problem,” Will answered.
He introduced himself and she said her name was Brooke. He followed her in and out of several shops before she finally chose her purchases. A pale yellow tank top, matching shorts, both items being one size too small, and a wine colored bra and a matching thong. Will questioned the choice of dark lingerie under the light clothes.
“I hear that the person who does the interviews and hiring is a guy who likes assertive young girls. I want to keep his attention during my interview,” she said with a wicked smile.
As they were leaving the store she turned to him and said, “You know, I would really feel better going into a job interview with a full stomach. Can I get you to spring for lunch?”
“I think after seeing you in these tight outfits I would love to sit and just look at you over a lunch; a nice long lunch preferably.”
She giggled and hooked her arm in his and led him to an Italian restaurant just outside the mall entrance. “This place is not as crowded as the food court in the mall,” she explained.
“Whatever you like is fine with me,” Will commented.
They were soon seated across from each other in a booth at the restaurant. After they ordered Brooke studied Will for a few minutes until he was curious. “Anything wrong?” he asked.
“No. No, I was just wondering how much you would have spent on me shopping,” she answered, pensively.
“I would have spent way more than I can afford if I could have been in the fitting room, watching as you tried on outfits,” he said boldly. (Might as well try hitting on her while I have the chance, he thought.)
She gave him a knowing smile. “I had a feeling you were playing me anyway,” she said. She looked at his ring finger and he wished he had taken off his wedding band earlier. “Are you having naughty thoughts about me right now?” she said teasingly.
“Very naughty thoughts,” he said hopefully.
“Would you take a risk, fooling around with a young single girl?”
“If the girl was worth the risk,” he said. Things were looking promising in his mind.
She looked around and then reached under the table and fidgeted with her clothing. She slumped down some in the booth, sliding slightly forward.
“Sneak under the table and show me how you impress young single girls, Will the married man. The table cloth will hide you easily.”
She had really thrown down the gauntlet. He either had to put up or shut up, but he felt he just might get something out of this if he played his cards right with her. Looking around to check their privacy, he slipped under the table onto his knees. She had slipped her shorts and panties off one leg and her crotch was fully exposed and accessible.
He moved over close to the edge of her seat and she opened her legs for him. Even in the dimness under the table he could see matted dark red curls, natural and untrimmed in front of his face. He gently nuzzled his nose into her hairy folds and slid his tongue into her. He heard her gasp. He probed again and again and to his astonishment found her quite wet already.
He would have preferred a more comfortable setting with soft lights, sweet smells, perfume, exploring hands, a warm mouth and an inviting pussy. But as bizarre as this seemed, it turned him on and he was determined to play the game until it was his turn to deal.
He heard the shuffle of feet as a waitress stopped at the table. “We’re a little short of help but your food will be ready soon,” she said. Brooke answered with, “That’s all right; we like taking our time for lunch.”
When the waitress had moved away Brooke slipped her hands below the table cloth and opened her labia for him, a clear indication of what she wanted next. He slipped a finger into her, and then a second and curled them inside her, probing and searching at the same time. Her juices coated his fingers and he pressed his mouth over her hood.
She gasped again and her hands cupped the sides of his face. His cock was rock hard. He gently sucked and licked her fleshy soft hood until her clit eased into his mouth, hard and ready. He lapped at it slowly, pressing the flat of his tongue firmly over it to tease her.
“Faster!” she whispered loudly. He thrust his fingers faster in and out of her and her juices seeped past his fingers to the leather seat of the booth. He licked faster and when her fingers dug into his scalp he sucked on her clit, taking it deep into his mouth.
She came, whispering so loud he feared someone might hear her and look over at her. “Fuck!” she moaned, “Suck it harder!”
Instead he pulled his mouth free, removed his fingers and peeked out from under the table cloth. (Always leave them wanting more, he thought.) He slipped back up onto his seat. Brooke’s face was flushed and her breasts were heaving. He diligently licked and sucked her fluids from his fingers, staring defiantly at her the whole time.
She looked around the restaurant and reached under the table. When she had obviously pulled her panties and shorts back on she sat upright in the booth, glaring at him. “Fucker! Why did you stop?”
“I wasn’t hungry anymore, I guess,” he said slyly. The waitress brought their food and they ate quietly. Brooke finished first and stood up to leave. “Thanks for the clothes and the lunch.”
Will smiled up at her. “My pleasure; thanks for the dessert. Can I get your phone number? I can make this up to you later?”
“No thanks; I have a boyfriend anyway and I’ve got to get to my interview. See ya.”
About an hour later, Will was back in his office when his secretary came in. “The next applicant is here for the receptionist position,” she said. “And wait until you see how this girl dressed!”
Will looked up and Brooke came into his office, still wearing the clothes he had bought her. As she sat down, he said “Well this is a pleasant surprise; hello, Brooke.”
“Hello, Will. When do I start?” she said confidently.
“Sorry, Brooke, it’s not that easy,” he said. "I need to learn of your qualifications and experience first.”
She tossed her head, flinging her long red hair over her shoulder. “Well for starters, I went back to the Kenneth Cole store and got your number from the girl you flirted with before you doused me with coffee. So I think that qualifies me as a viable candidate for any job here because I could always call your house and tell your wife about my 'experience'."
Will sat back in his chair. He just got fucked without getting fucked. “I’m sure you’re going to like working here, Brooke, you start tomorrow!” he said with a reluctant smile.

The Need to Live

She wanted him, had wanted him for so long, she could not remember a moment when the mere mention of his name had not tightened something in her, had not heated her blood. It mattered little that most of the time she could not stand him, that he was her boss’s boss, that he was her best friend’s brother. It had not even mattered when he had belonged to another woman. She had always wanted him.
So why should it surprise her that standing here, in his living room, covered in dried blood after three days of sheer terror in the captivity of five psychotic bank robbers and a row of interminable police interviews, the only thing she felt was need. It was burning and immediate, a reassertion of life in its most primal form.
“I want you.”
It stopped him in his tracks, the pillow he was about to drop onto the couch dangling uselessly from his hand. She met the shock in his blue eyes with the absolute certainty in her own and repeated:
“I want you. Now.”
She did not wait for his answer, or any encouragement. She could not, too mired in the need to touch him, to reach for him and feel the life of his skin not the sallow tint of death her mind had suggested to her again and again over the days of their captivity. Her hands smoothed across the planes of his chest, the warmth reassuring under her touch, the goosebumps following her touch a calming sign of life, or reality, of his safety.
He caught her wrists in his hands, not lifting them from his chest, just halting their movement.
“Jules, you do not want this, not really. I am just your best friend’s brother. You don’t even like me.”
But there was no true objection in his voice, just a hesitation and when her eyes met his again she saw a vulnerability she would never have guessed existed. Holding his gaze she bent forward, drawn by the emotion in his eyes and the feeling of his life under her hands. Her lips stroked along his collar bone, the salty taste of fresh sweat and pure male and aphrodisiac on its own. He moaned and his hands fell from her wrists, defeated by his own need - or just his confusion. She did not know but was happy to go on.
What in the end stalled her was the view of her own hands on him, her nails still coated with the dried blood she had not been able to remove in the quick cleanup she had been allowed at the police station. Horror made her recoil, the loss on his face, in his eyes, stopped her. Well, then, they would start this celebration of life in the shower. She guided him to the bathroom in silence. There was nothing to say.
The water was hot and clear, washing away the blood and the world. Their lips found each other naturally, the taste of clean water and heating passion a mesmerising swirl between them. Her hands discovered him as if she had to make sure each inch, each stretch of skin was unharmed, untouched by violence. He let her, so counter his normal nature, he remained completely passive under her hands, even though there was no doubt he was a willing participant.
She loved the taste of water on his skin, the way the taut muscles spanning his chest twitched under her questing tongue. She slid down his body and with each centimetre along her path she felt his tension rise. On her knees before him she let her eyes roam, took him in, in all his glory. Then she met his eyes, need an almost touchable presence in them. And still he did not press her, did not urge her on. Eyes half-lidded by pleasure he only raised his hand to stroke a gentle finger along her jaw. There was no demand in the touch and still it broke the chain on her restraint. She could not ignore his gloriously aroused penis at just the right height before her.
Holding his gaze, watching the anticipation war with the control in his eyes, her tongue snuck out and stroked along the rim of his foreskin, so close to her. The fingers that had stroked along her jaw found purchase in her hair but still he did not pull her in, just held on as if he needed an anchor against the hovering pleasure. Her grin was wicked.
Her lips stretched to glide over the head of his penis, her tongue already playing along the slit before going deep, engulfing him as far as she could - and then a little further, the convulsion of her throat a massage of the sensitive tip. His moan was music in her ears. She could do this all night - maybe she would.
She left before he woke. He might not be married anymore, she might not hate him anymore, but he was still the brother of her best friend, the boss of her boss. It was best to go back to cordially disliking - and wanting him. He was safe and alive, she knew that at a visceral level and that was enough. For now.

The Natural

My best friend stopped in his tracks and spun around cautiously. The caution was exaggerated, as were the furrowed brows. It would have been a truly comical sight if he wasn’t so good-looking.
“Okay, I need you to review this for me. It’s a competition entry,” I said briskly, thrusting a sheaf of papers into his open palm.
The piece was flash erotica and the competition, a Lush Stories one. But Nate didn’t know the fine details just yet. The both of us write for leisure (and occasionally, the college Drama Club) and we recently started going to each other for feedback on our work.
I trusted Nate to read my writing because I knew he would give me an honest opinion. Too honest, sometimes. I was still reeling from his remark last week: “Em, it’s a great script -- if the aim’s to get a snoozing audience by the end of the play.“ He only got away with that because we’ve been best friends since the fourth grade. And as much as I hated to admit it, his comments were usually spot on.
“So what’s this one about?” Nate asked casually. He flipped the cover page open and my mind conjured up an image of his deft fingers flicking at something. Of mine.
I panicked when I caught his intense green eyes scanning the top line of the story. “Nate!” I snapped, causing his gaze to shift quickly from the paper to me. Heat rose up my cheeks. I was mortified that my best friend was standing in front of me, reading erotica that I had written. Or perhaps the embarrassment really stemmed from the lusty thought of having his fingers on andinforbidden places; secret places that were off limits to best friends who were ‘just friends’ anyway.
“Sorry, I was thinking, maybe you should look at this after academic hours,” I suggested, eliciting a raised eyebrow from him. “The story’s pretty…complex. So you might want to read it in one sitting,” I explained, surprised by how calm I sounded when I told this little white lie.
I saw a sceptical look cross his face, but it was one that faded as quickly as it appeared.
Nate placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and peered at me, asking, “Are you alright, Em?” I just smiled back lamely. “You seem a bit jumpy about this one. It must be a pretty big competition. Which I’m not aware of. Strange, ” he mused.
I simply shrugged and breathed an internal sigh of relief when he proceeded to stuff the story into his bag.
Around us, students and teaching staff were walking hurriedly to get to their classes; which meant that we should already be on our way to ours. “I’ll see you at lunch?” he asked, waiting for my response, a nod, before walking down the hallway to the Maths Department while I started in the opposite direction towards the Language faculty.
Nathaniel:
I’ve never seen Em so antsy about her writing before. In fact, in the ten years I’ve known her, she hardly ever got flustered over anything.
But I might have a good clue why she was so nervous about me reviewing this piece. The opening of her story had been permanently seared into my mind. How could it not? Especially when it read:James Deen’s grunts from the idle laptop were drowned out by her lover’s own articulations of pleasure. They were not very articulate at all. And that’s how she liked it.
It was a bold opening, unsuited for a college-organised writing contest. My first thought was smut. But a girl like Em doesn’t do smut. Or does she? That opening had my curiosity piqued. The hardcopy of her story felt like it weighed a ton on my shoulders. And when I settled down in class, it still made its presence known by searing a figurative hole in my bag. (Melodramatic, I know. But I don’t apologise for sounding like an amateur writer.)
I rushed through the day’s calculus assignment so that I could set it aside and start going through Em’s piece. I re-read the opening line just to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.
I sure as hell wasn’t.
Her lips framed his girth nicely as she bobbed her head, deliberately letting him feel her tongue stroke the underside of his hardening shaft.
That line came after a few redundant sentences and I felt a sudden head-rush reading it; the kind you get when your head registers say, a naked girl on her knees for you, and relays the message to yourotherhead, sending a rush of blood there.
Don’t ask me why, but the mental image that came up was one of Emily pulling my cock out of her mouth with a muted ‘pop’. That, along with the tantalising sight of her smiling in spite (or maybe because) of the sloppy mess we’ve made: my pre-cum blending with her saliva, stringing from her tongue and chin to my cock. Which she would, by now, be stroking rhythmically.
I resisted the urge to let out a guttural groan at that thought. But only because I was sitting in a classroom, flanked by my lacrosse team mates.
Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time I envisioned my best friend like that. I have lusted after her lithe body for about five years now. Even when I got my first proper girlfriend at sixteen, I still fantasised about what it would feel like to slide myself all the way into Em’s heat. And have her scream my name in wild abandon as I slam my cock into her tight-fitting snatch over and over again.
There went my head again.
“Man, I know you love maths. But not this much,” Terry on my left whispered, his eyes alternating between my blank face and the slight tent I’ve pitched in my jeans.
“Yes, the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus turns me on big time,” I deadpanned. He wore a look of disbelief but didn’t question further; one of the perks of co-captaining your college lacrosse team is not getting stick from the guys over a faux pas like that.
The next four hours of getting from one class to another were a blur. All I could think about was how badly I wanted in on Em’s sexy persona. It was one thing to read about it on paper, and I bet, quite another to actually be getting some with her.
Lunchtime rolled around quickly enough. I had promised to meet Em at our usual spot on the quad but first, I had something to take care of.In private.
Emily:
I couldn’t believe what I'd just heard!
Nate bailed on me during lunch so that he could – get this -- wank to my Lush Stories competition entry in the last cubicle of the second floor toilet. Either this was the most ridiculous excuse I’ve ever heard or he’s patronising me. Just look at the straight face he kept when he told me that!
But then again, that may very well have happened; I noticed a few dodgy-looking spots on the top right-hand corner of page three, where the fictitious couple were finally on the edge of their release. Either those were bona fide cum stains or my imagination was running in overdrive.
It was nine at night and we were at his place now, discussing my first attempt at erotica. As usual, Nate got right down to business, telling me point blank which bits didn’t work while I defended them to the death. I’d admit, most died. Despite the nature of my piece, we somehow managed to keep the discussion light.
I was surprised that Nate didn’t have very much to say about my writing this time; he’s normally more critical, picking on the most minute of details.
“You sure you’ve got nothing more to add?” I prodded.
“To be honest, Em, it’s pretty much perfect,” he said.
“Wow, I never thought the day would come when I would hear Nate Hollander say my work was “pretty much perfect”,” I responded with a smile when I heard the sincerity in his voice.
“Well, don’t get used to it,” he teased, a smirk tugging on the edge of his lips. That earned him a playful smack on his bicep. The smug look gave way to a full-blown grin and we just stared at each other for a few quiet moments.
I could sense the playful mood shift to something else entirely. Something hung heavy in the air; I couldn’t decide if it was awkwardness or sexual tension.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to as Nate leaned in to me, the tips of our noses nearly touching. His warm breaths caressed the sensitive skin just above my upper lip. And then he spoke.
“Actually I just thought of an amendment we could make to your piece.” His voice was lowered to a whisper. “Tell me,” I whispered back.
The silence between us felt almost sacred. We both knew this was a crucial tipping point in our relationship. That neither of us dared to desecrate the moment with idle chatter or brash humour was a sign of our mutual acquiescence to embark on this.
“I was thinking, the introduction could start withBased on a true story.” He said after a pause. His voice was thick with conspiracy.
“It could,” I replied coyly. “But let’s do without the James Deen flick. I have all the inspiration I need right here.”
The hint of a smile played on my lips as I slid a hand down his torso, towards his fly.
My heart thumped against my chest as I got down on my knees before him and felt his fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
As tender as that gesture was, it did nothing to alleviate the deliciously dirty feeling that our first sexual encounter would be with our clothes still on. What a thrill. And the evidence of it would remain on my lace knickers after.
“So you’re going to be my little cock slut tonight, Em?” His tone was light, but his green eyes flashed with an intensity I’d never seen before. He meant business.
And so did I.
I tugged his boxers down and wrapped my lips around his flaccid member, confident that once I was halfway through, it wouldn’t be so soft anymore.
Nathaniel:
She kept her warm, hazel eyes locked with mine the whole time. The glint in them invited me to press forward, fitting more of myself into her warm mouth. I was about to withdraw but she kept me there and shook her head rapidly from side to side, letting my tip rub against the back of her throat.
Oh god, that felt so good.
Emily:
At this point, most guys would callously thrust their hips forward to try and get rightintomy throat. I was pleasantly surprised that Nate didn’t. I made a mental note to reward him for that later.
I kept him deep until I was out of breath. Withdrawal was done skilfully with my tongue deliberately stroking his underside as I pulled him out.
The clear fluid seeping out of his slit excited me. Unable to resist, I flicked my tongue at his pee-hole and looked up at him as I clamped my protruding tongue between my lips and drew it back in, leaving the luscious frame of my mouth wet with a mixture of his pre-cum and my saliva.
That move produced the desired effect; Nate tilted my chin up and bent down to kiss me, forgetting about his cock for a while.
Nathaniel:
She wanted a kiss and I was more than willing to oblige, although my unattended cock was throbbing like crazy. Her tongue tangled with mine in a frenzied dance as my hands framed her gorgeous face.
Whoa, what was that taste?
Fuck, that was me. Never before have I kissed a girl who’s got a mouthful of my arousal. This felt so strange and so right, in the filthiest way ever. I just couldn’t get enough of it. Of her, ofus.Good Lord, Em was turning me into a kinky bastard.
We were definitely champions for the dirtiest first kiss ever.
Emily:
After what felt like a dizzying eternity, Nate finally pulled away.
“Em, get back to work,” he said in a terse voice. It was an order I was only more than willing to comply with.
I spit on the head of his cock, wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to stroke him furiously.
“Mouth, Em. I want in on that sweet little hole of yours,” Nate said kindly. Well, as kindly as he could in that painfully aroused state.
Obligingly, I popped him back into my mouth and was pleased to notice that he had hardened considerably in a span of just about five minutes. I let my teeth graze the length of his rigid shaft before tugging gently at the mushroom tip.
Nathaniel:
The kiss was amazing but my cock needed to be inside her mouth again. I could barely watch as she sucked me with an enthusiasm that would put a cheerleader to shame. It was such a turn-on, watching her revel in this as much as I was. And I was more than happy to let her know how much.
“Jesus, Em,” I groaned, robbed of the ability to speak in proper sentences as she gently grazed my cap with her teeth. The sensation of hard enamel on raw skin was electrifying. I shuddered slightly as she continued doing that.
Emily:
Nate had elicited quite a few guttural groans by now. Don’t get me wrong, I was turned on by each raw, masculine cry of pleasure. (Especially when they’re coming from my best friend who just turned into my – um -- we’ll just figure that out later.)
But I wanted more than just aural enjoyment from giving him head. I wanted something tangible. Something I could taste, touch, smell.Share.
This time, I swore I wasn’t going to pause for a break. I’d give his his reward now.
Hungrily, I took in as much of him as I could and felt a sense ofDéjà vuas his head pressed against the opening of my throat. I took a deep breath and widened my mouth, simultaneously relaxing my throat muscles.
Nathaniel:
Holy shit. Was she planning to deep throat me?
Emily:
I felt fingers bunching in my hair.
No! No! Don’t force me down!
I panicked and my throat muscles clenched. I wasn’t ready for this yet. Deep-throating needed to be put on the backburner for now.
“Em, just do your thing,” came Nate’s voice. The strong pair of hands at the back of my head was not pushing me forward as I feared. They were just holding up my long hair, keeping them out of my face as I continued to bob my head around his length, alternating between sucking and licking.
Nathaniel:
She wasn’t ready for this yet and that’s fine. Actually that was more than fine. Every nerve in my body was responding to her expert tongue as it alternated between swirling around my tip and stroking up and down my length. Watching each cheek puff outwards as she filled them with my cock only heightened every jolt of electricity that was coursing through my veins now.
“That’s my girl,“ I whispered coarsely, sweeping her bangs away from her eyes.
Emily:
I felt slightly ashamed for doubting him and falsely leading him into thinking that he’d get to fuck my throat tonight. But more than that, I felt empowered by his reassuring voice and touch.
The stubborn girl within decided to get the better of me by emerging right this moment. I parted my lips wide and relaxed my throat muscles again. This time my head followed with a quick nod downwards, taking his cock right into my deepest oral cavity.
“Ohh fuck!” Nate exclaimed in surprise. I didn’t care that I felt like gagging -- I was just basking in the excitement of catching him off-guard with that.
Nathaniel:
Ohh fuck! My body convulsed slightly at the snug fit of her throat around me. I exhaled slowly, afraid to hurt her with any sudden movement. Maybe I was even more afraid that I might cum right there and then in her orifice. My mind was paralysed by the excruciating tightness around my cock.
Emily:
I placed my hands on his firm ass cheeks and urged him forward. I think he was still adjusting to the grip of my throat muscles because it took a few gentle smacks on his ass to finally get him to start lightly thrusting his hips.
Nathaniel:
God, I couldn’t think straight anymore.
Emily:
The feeling of getting stretched like that was overwhelming. My eyes could no longer contain the salty tears that were welling up. I felt them spill over and roll down the sides of my cheeks as Nate continued to rip at my throat.
He was fucking me at a new intensity now; the sound of his ball sacks slapping my chin rang in my ears. All manner of expletives were flung with abandon as he used my tight little cavity to find his release.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take more, Nate pulled his entire cock out of my throat. I doubled forward, choking, and felt his hand at my shoulders, steadying me.
“Open wide, Em,” he commanded, his voice firm but strained.
My mouth was already agape as I was gasping for air. Nevertheless, I stretched my lips even further apart and looked directly into his eyes as he clenched his fist around his cock and stroked his pulsing shaft.
My vision was still blurred by the tears from earlier but I definitely felt the first spurt of his cream hit my tongue. I started to close my mouth to savour the taste of it when Nate snapped, “No, I’m not done.”
Each rope of cum that hit me was punctuated by a fragment of my name.Emily. Olivia. Sharp.
The hot, sticky fluid that had not made my tongue streaked my cheeks, chin and neck. The stuff on my neck was dangerously close to soaking my favourite blouse but right now, I didn’t care. I just felt a swell of pride in my chest, knowing that I had somehow managed to extract such a huge load from him.
My tongue was still sticking out slightly and Nate, wearing a look of pure satisfaction on his face, seemed enthralled by the sight of it coated in cum.
Nathaniel:
I swear I lost my mind back there.
“I can’t remember the last time I came this hard,” I told her. I didn’t bother to disguise the wonder in my voice and was rewarded with the most beautiful smile I’ve seen on her. It didn’t matter one bit that I had made a Pollock out of her face with my cum.
I chuckled. Only Emily Sharp could have put the thought of Jackson Pollock in my head after giving me mind-blowing head.
Emily:
Wait. Did he justlaugh? I hoped he deduced correctly that I was frowning because I didn’t like being an outsider on an insider joke. Especially after what I’d just done with him!
“You look beautiful, Em,” he said, cupping my face gently in his hands.That didn’t explain anything, I thought.
“You probably weren’t expecting this, were you? Otherwise you would have opted for waterproof mascara.”
Oh.
“Did you just diss my ruined mascara?” I rasped at him with mock fury. Nate laughed again and dismissed my question with a wet, sloppy kiss. This time, the tongue-dance transferred not just the taste of himself but also the mess he made on my face.
“After all these years, I still don’t know how you can stand my brutal honesty,” he said quietly when we broke for air.
“Must be “all these years”,” I theorized, earning a wink from him.
“Shall we celebrate “all these years” by getting naked then?"
The orange lava lamp casting a faint, sensual glow on their now-naked bodies was a gift from her for his sixteenth birthday. No last-minute ‘Are you sure’s were uttered as his pulsing dick teased her wet opening, coating her lips with his arousal.
Tonight would change nothing and everything between them.

new pet

“Hands up, chin down!” my voice booms through the boxing club.
I have barked out these words a million times. Instructions that were also barked out at me a million times by my coach, for the first few years of my training when I was a teenager.
Three loud electronic buzzes signal the end of the training session.
“Good work ladies and gentlemen. See you at the next class,” I announce, dismissing the class.
I am fifty four years old. Outside of work, I train and teach at my friend’s boxing club three days a week. I have son and daughter, both in their mid-teens. Their mother and I divorced eight years ago. Shortly after the divorce, I was introduced to the Dom\sub lifestyle. Since my introduction to it, I have indulged in Dom\sub relationships regularly. I am a Dom.
I have been working as a marketing consultant at the same firm for fifteen years. The owner and I became very close friends over the years. We vacation once a year with our families, and celebrate the major holidays together.
Sarah, the owner’s daughter, graduated from university and started working at the firm two months ago. I watched Sarah grow up alongside with my own kids. Sarah was a late bloomer. At nineteen she still looked girlish. While she was away at university, she transformed into a beautiful woman. We are very close and talk openly about almost everything. Her transformation has stirred a strong sexual attraction towards her, in me.
Tonight the firm was having a party to celebrate the launch of a nationwide marketing campaign, for a major financial institution. I took the day off to teach a boxing class and workout. No one would be very productive at the office today. It is Friday, and they all would be anxiously counting down the minutes to the party. Deservedly so, everyone had worked their asses off on this campaign.
I finish my workout, take a quick shower, jump in my car and head home. I’ll take a proper shower at home before I head to the party. My cell phone dings three times as I pull into my garage. I kill the engine and take out the keys from the ignition, as I read the text message on my cell phone. Sarah has sent me a picture of two dresses side by side, laid out on her bed, a red one and a white one. Both dresses are deliciously short.
I text back a question mark. Knowing full well that she is asking me which dress she should wear.
She texts back, “which 1 shud I wear 2nite? DUH! lol”.
“Which dress is shorter?” I text back.
“Red one has a slit up the left side…perv,” she replies, followed by three smiley faces.
I laugh out loud to myself as I send my reply, “Red one.”
My cock starts to swell and grow as images of Sarah in the slinky red dress flood into my mind.
Three dings from my cell phone bring me back to reality.
Another text from Sarah, “k, just 4u.” followed by three kiss emoticons.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, “It’s going to be a long night.”
I go inside my house, empty my gym bag and throw the clothes in the washing machine.
Set the washer timer to four hours, and head upstairs. I have dinner and take a proper shower.
Put on a dark blue suit, white shirt and matching blue tie. I jump in my car and head to the party.
I arrive at the hotel, park my car and head for the ballroom. The room is elegant and well lit. I walk through the ballroom, greeting and chatting with my co-workers. The usual handshakes, hugs, bro bumps and small talk. Everyone is in a great mood and ready to enjoy their evening.
I make my way to the bar and take a seat on a bar stool, close to the end of the bar. The bartender asks what I want. I order a Johnny Walker Red, neat. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. It's Sarah, a heartwarming smile on her face and looking ravishing. She is wearing the red dress with the slit on the side that we had texted about. Her four inch stilettoes are the same color as her dress, a deep bright red. She places both her hands on her hips and twirls around slowly for me.
Sarah finishes her twirl, and asks, “Well, what do you think?”
A big girlish grin lights up her face.
My eyes roam over every inch of her. Her brown eyes are big and bright. Her lips covered in a crimson glossy lipstick. Her large breasts exposed by the low neckline of the dress and are held tight to her chest by the dress.
Her slender waist and the flare of her hips are wrapped tightly in red. Her shapely legs and gentle curve of her calfs are accentuated by her stilettos.
“Wow, you look nice,” is all I can force to leave my lips.
Sarah slumps her shoulders forward, visibly disappointed in my reply to her question.
I take her hand and pull her close to me. I place my lips to her ear and whisper, “I will have to whisper the rest of my thoughts, if you want to hear them, Sarah.”
I lean back and hold her gaze. Her eyes widen, she takes the right corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and nods enthusiastically, motioning me to continue.
I brush her long brown scented hair over her ear, and place my cheek on her cheek.
“You look ravishing, Sarah. You are without a doubt the most beautiful, sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. I was rendered speechless when you twirled for me. As enchanting as you look in that red dress, my first instinct was to tear it off you,” I whisper to her.
I lean back and meet Sarah’s gaze. Her eyes are filled with excitement and shock. She is biting down harder on her lip. I can see the skin turning white, where her teeth sink into her flesh.
I smile at Sarah and ask, “Shall I continue, or will that answer suffice?”
Before she can answer, I stand up and pull her close to me, placing a kiss on her cheek. I take a step back, lift her hand over her head and twirl her into the bar stool next to me. She lifts her hips and sits on the bar stool. I sit down also, keeping my eyes locked on hers. She gracefully crosses her left leg over her right leg. The slit of her short red dress rides up and exposes more flesh than is appropriate. My eyes wander to her legs. Firm, tan, shapely and reflecting the light of the room, in a long shiny line across the length of her thigh. I shift a bit in my seat, to accommodate my growing cock.
“That will more than suffice, Gil” she answers, with a slight quiver in her voice.
I chuckle as I lift the glass of scotch to my mouth and take a sip. I place the glass back on the bar keeping my hand around the glass. Sarah’s eyes dart to my hand. She reaches over and moves the glass out of my hand, placing her right palm against the palm of my right hand. She pulls my hand onto her lap and lowers her head, her eyes widen as she studies my knuckles.
Her arms squeeze her breasts together, as she holds my hand on her lap. I shift again in my seat, as my cock twitches at the sight of her cleavage.
Blushing a bit, she confesses, "I used to be so scared of your hands, Gil. Your calloused knuckles always look bruised and swollen. I was terrified when you would extend your hand to shake mine, when I was younger. But at the same time, I wanted to touch them."
Innocently she adds, "Is that weird?"
“It’s not weird at all, Sarah,” I assure her.
I pull my hand away from her lap. Her touch is making me incredibly horny.
I need to get outside for a bit and clear  my head. I need a cigarette. I am picturing Sarah naked. Wrists bound tight behind her back and draped over my knee. Her firm ass cheeks at the mercy of my hand. I want her pussy dripping at my touch. I want her addressing me as Sir, and begging me to allow her to cum.
"Get back to your friends and have some fun Sarah. I'm going out for a quick cigarette now." My words come out in a more aggressive tone than I intend.
"Yes Sir," Sarah replies in a little girl voice, mocking my tone.
"I will get to spend some more time with you tonight, won't I Gil?" she asks.
I lift my glass to my lips and finish my drink in one gulp. Her words send a shock wave through me, she called me Sir.
“Of course Sarah, we have all night to chat,” I warmly reply.
I kiss her cheek, turn and walk towards the exit. I light my cigarette while I'm in the revolving doors. Take a deep hard drag and hold the smoke in my lungs, then blow the smoke out slowly. I can't keep images of Sarah out of my mind. It's going to be a long night.
I walk to the corner of the hotel, turn the corner and adjust my cock. I lean against the wall, shifting my weight to my right foot and take another drag. A voice interrupts my thoughts of Sarah.
"May I have one?" the voice asks.
I turn to see Sarah standing a few feet away from me. I look at her for a long moment, not as the little girl I watched transform into a woman. Not as the young, hot as all fuck, beauty that is causing my cock to ache. I look at Sarah and picture her as my sub.
"Sir, may I have one Sir," I sternly correct her.
She gasps at the harshness of my voice. My eyes are focused and cold. She is all I see, and she senses it. Her breath stops for a moment. Her cheeks turn a pale red in a heartbeat. Her body stiffens as she lowers her eyes.
In a faint voice she says, "I am sorry Gil. I will leave you alone."
"Say it," I say in a clam but commanding voice.
Sarah looks up to meet my eyes. She is not sure of what to say or do. I take another drag of the cigarette and exhale slowly.
"If you want to spend time with me Sarah, you must obey certain rules," I continue, in a matter of fact tone.
I anxiously await her reply. Will she understand what I am hinting at? Will she accept it or storm off, royally pissed off at me?
"May I have a cigarette, Sir?" she asks in a small voice.
I wait before answering, savoring the moment.
"Yes you may, my pet." I reply.
My words set something off in her. Her eyes widen, her jaw drops slightly, her body stands at attention. I take a cigarette from my pack, bring it to my lips, light it and hand it to her. Her delicate hand reaches for the cigarette, shaking slightly.
She takes the cigarette between her fingers, looks at me and says, "Thank you, Sir."
I smile warmly at her and reply, "You are most welcome, my pet."
She is pleased to see me smile at her. I lean back against the wall. Sarah leans against me with her shoulder. She takes a drag of the cigarette, exhales, looks up at me and says,
"I will obey all your rules Gil. I felt something stir inside me, when you called me your pet. Something I have never felt before, and I liked it. Do you want me as your pet, Gil?"
She pauses an instant and adds, "I am not a little girl anymore Gil, I know what you meant when you called me, pet."
Her tone is serious and needful. I see a hunger in her eyes. She is excited and desperate, waiting for me to accept her or refuse her. She is offering herself to me. I am certain my heart beat can be heard from deep in my chest, from where Sarah is standing.
“When would you like to begin, Sarah?” I ask.
Sarah smiles at me. “This very instant, Sir,” she replies.
She throws her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. She bites into my lower lip. A feral grunt gurgles deep in my throat. I break the kiss, my hand grips Sarah’s wrist and I lead her to my car. I open the rear door on the passenger side and lay down across the seat. Still gripping Sarah's wrist, I pull her inside the car and on top of me, she closes the car door behind her. Sarah's fingers frantically undo my zipper. She slides one hand in my pants and pulls my cock out. She smiles hungrily at my throbbing cock. She runs her tongue over her lips. She parts her lips and lowers her head towards my cock. I grab a handful of her hair, tight to her scalp and yank her head away from my cock. She gives out a frightened and shocked yelp. Her eyes dart to mine. My eyes are on fire with lust. I want my cock deep in Sarah's throat. I need to fuck her warm wet mouth and feed her my cum.
"You must ask permission to suck my cock and swallow my cum," I growl at her.
My words excite her. Her body sinks into mine. A long lustful moan leaves her lips.
"Please Sir, may I suck your cock and swallow your cum?" She pants, through quick breaths.
She learns quickly, she is young and hungry and beautiful. She is mine.
"Yes my sweet pet, you may suck my cock and swallow my cum," I reply in one long breath. “Show your Sir, how good of a cocksucker his new pet is."
Sarah smiles back at me and whispers, "Yes Sir."
Sarah licks my cock from the base of the shaft to the head, slowly, deliberately. Keeping her sparkling brown eyes locked on mine. She gently kisses the head of my cock and takes it between her full lips. She bobs her head up and down, taking my cock deeper in her mouth with each bob of her head.
"Fuck!" I moan out loud.
Sarah smiles, her eyes still glued to mine. She quickens the pace and sucks harder on my cock. She sticks her tongue out, making it easier for my cock to slide down her throat. She holds my cock deep in her throat a few seconds, before she lifts her mouth off it. My balls tighten, my body tenses, I grunt and groan with each breath.
Sarah feels my cock swell in her mouth. She bobs her head quicker on my cock, only taking the head in her mouth now, and swirling her tongue around it. I lift my hips and drive my back hard into the car seat. I scream out as my cum explodes from deep inside me, gushing out and spilling deep into Sarah's warm, waiting mouth.
Sarah swallows each spurt of my hot cum as it hits the back of her throat. Her mouth still sucking and bobbing, wanting to make sure she milks every droplet of cum from her Sir's cock. I pull her mouth off my cock. It's too sensitive to have Sarah suck on it any longer. She stretches out on top of me, her head on my chest and my left hand between both her hands. She runs her fingers over my knuckles, staring at the calloused skin. She gently kisses each knuckle lovingly, as if she wants her kisses to heal an injury.
"Do you like how your new pet sucks your cock?" she purrs softly.
I kiss her head and gently and reply, "Yes, I love how my new pet sucks my cock. We will continue at my place, after this party is over."
“Mmmmmmm, Yes Sir,” she purrs.

In Plain Sight:

Let's get a few things straight right from the start. This isn't a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting where I'm going to stand up and tell everyone how many men I fucked and how much I love sex. It's also not some "woe is me, everyone feel sorry for me" story either. You see, I fully understand my decisions and even though you may not agree with them they're my decisions.
To be perfectly clear I'm not naive and I know how lucky I am to have navigated the potential pitfalls of the escort lifestyle. I was never arrested, never abused and most importantly I never got pregnant or infected with some disease.
At the end of the day I'm 23 and partially retired. I have apartments in multiple cities and a little beach front villa here in Ibiza, Spain. Why 'partially retired'? Well, when the CEO of some Fortune 500 company wants to meet you in Paris for a weekend so you can fuck him in the ass with a strap-on and is willing to pay you 50 thousand dollars it's really hard to refuse. I can afford to select who I want to entertain and who I don't. Nowadays it's about what's in it for me. So when someone wants to give me 50K and a weekend in Paris' elite establishments, who am I to say no?
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It started the summer before my Junior year in High School. My foster family finally let me get a job at a soft serve ice cream shop at the beach near where we lived. It paid minimum wage and whatever tips you got which was none. About the only bonus to working at the soft serve was that you got free uniforms. No matter how hard you tried to stay clean by the end of the night you were covered with a nasty sticky coating of ice cream. So being able to change out of a uniform and have a laundry service wash them for was you pretty nice.
The normal routine was whatever crew closed the store would grab some beers and go for a walk on the beach. It was common to go swimming in our underwear or even skinny dip to cool off. On a few occasions someone would bring some pot and a few people would smoke. It was mostly innocent and just a way to pass the time. Most of the employees got along pretty well and even the manager was nice. Maybe it was because he was 18 and still one of us, a teenager.
With a little over a month left before school started I did my first trick. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't looking for customers. I didn't even know what an escort was.
It was my manager. Like I said he was 18 years old, one of us and semi-cute. He was also our main contact for getting some beer. My manager and I were working the “closing” shift on a pretty slow night.
“You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked.
“Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.”
He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didn’t want me to spend any of my money. “You have to save it for college,” was the mantra I heard every week.
“Forget the beer. Let’s just go for a walk.”
“After working here all fucking day I would rather forget this place instead of the beer.”
When 11:00pm finally rolled around and we closed. We did our normal closing tasks and when we were done I went into the office to change. I undressed down to my bra and panties and took a quick sink bath. If we weren't going to the beach I at least wanted to get the dried layer of ice cream off my arms. When my boss walked in I was already done wash and was standing in front of the small office fan with my arms spread to the sides in an attempt to cool off.
“Damn girl! You should put something on or I might not be able to control myself,” my boss said as he walked in.
“Yeah, right. You see more than this at the window every day.” I said referring to the constant parade of bikini clad girls that came to the store.
“Here. Have a beer.”
“No. I can’t pay you.”
“How about this. I’ve already seen your sexy little body. What do you say you give me a kiss? Just a little one on the cheek and we call it even.”
“Yeah, I'm sure all you want is a kiss.” I said sarcastically pursing my lips.
“Even better. Take off your bra and panties and I’ll give you 20 bucks. That’s 20 bucks just to let me look at you’re your little titties.”
“I knew it. There’s always something with you. Would you like me to do a little dance too?”
“I'm serious. I can already see half of it anyway. Just slip them off and let me have a look.”
“No. I’m nasty right now.” I said not knowing why I added the last part. Sure I was nasty but why not just ‘No’ and end it. Instead I left it as an opportunity.
“Let’s run over and take a quick swim. I can use to clean up too.”
“Okay, let’s do it but that doesn’t mean I’m showing you anything.”
My boss opened a beer and took a long drink. “Here, finish it.”
We did a dash from the store, across the street to the beach, into the ocean and back in five minutes.
We were back in the office drying off when my boss said, “You should really take the 20 bucks. Your bra and panties are soaked and I can see everything.”
“Give me a beer.”
“How you going to pay for it?”
“From the 20 bucks you’re about to give me.” I said and slipped my wet panties to the floor. My bra quickly followed.
"Wow," My boss picked up a beer and walk over to me. “What would it cost if I wanted to touch you?”
I took the beer and took a long nervous swig. “I don’t think you could afford it.” I said defiantly as I stood there naked
My boss slowly walked around me looking up and down. He stopped in front of me and sat down on the desk.
“What if I wanted something else?”
“You still couldn’t afford me.”
“How about 20 bucks for a blowjob?” my boss asked.
“That’s all? You want me to blow you for 20 bucks? Hah. Not even close.”
“Oh! So there is a number. What about 25?”
It was a game. Well, maybe it was for me because I thought it was just a joke. My boss had seen me naked before so that wasn't a big deal but as much I was playing he was serious and kept throwing out numbers.
"50"
I slipped one of my fingers into my mouth and slowly pulled it out. "I told you. You can't afford this."
"75"
“Nothing less than a 100.” I said with a teasing laugh.
“Okay. 100 bucks it is. But you swallow.”
My heart stopped and a surge of anxiety slammed into every fiber of my consciousness. What the fuck had I just done? I never thought he would pay 100 dollars for a blowjob. I didn't think anyone would pay that.
I tried to think of a way out of this situation. “No, it's a 100 bucks for the blowjob but if you want me to swallow that’s an extra 50.” I had a moment of hope. He would never agree to that. I silently let out a breath.
“Deal. I’ll even throw in a beer.”
I was in a complete state of shock. I was outside my body watching myself negotiate a price to give a blowjob. I could hear the words and see myself standing naked in front of my boss but I was powerless to stop it.
I had given blowjobs before but only to guys I had dated so it was different. I was dating those guys. They were boyfriends and I liked them. It was what boyfriends and girlfriends did. You know, kissing, foreplay, sex, all that stuff. I started to try and rationalize the situation. It was 150 bucks, no, 170 bucks for what? A five minute blowjob? He was cute and in pretty good shape.
My boss broke my trance by standing and pushing his shorts down to the floor. His hardening cock swung out into the space between us. He then flopped down in the lone chair in the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What’s it look like? Sitting down and getting comfortable. I'm gonna enjoy this.”
“What about my money? 170 bucks.”
“170? We agreed on 100 for a blowjob and 50 to swallow.”
“And 20 for me to get naked.”
“Damn. You’re fucking expensive."
“Yeah but look at this." I said holding my arms up in the air and showing a smile that contained absolutely no confidence. "I'm worth every penny.”
Like I said I had given blowjobs before but I’m not sure they were any good. Every guy will tell you that you give great head when you have their dick in your mouth.
My boss stepped over to the safe and worked the dial. When he opened the door he grabbed a thick wad of twenties and quickly peeled of nine of them.
“Here. There’s an extra 10. Consider it a tip."
There was no making out or feeling each other up. My boss just went back to the chair and sat down with his legs spread. His cock was already semi hard and was laying on his stomach.
“Come on. Let’s see what a 150 dollar blowjob is like.”
I stood there looking at his cock. The tip was swollen and the urethra was thick. At least he wasn’t huge. That would make it a little easier.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Well he better fucking move because I paid for that mouth and I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”
I swallowed hard and moved forward. I still had a chance to stop. I didn’t have to do it.
“I promise it won’t bite. Kneel down.”
I did as I was told and knelt down between his legs. I slipped my hands up his thighs until my hand touched his now hard cock.
With his cock in my hand I started to kiss his balls. Then I followed with little flicks of my tongue and ended by sucking each ball gently into my mouth. I could taste the saltwater from the ocean on his skin. From there I started to lick up the shaft I stopped when his cock tip was right near my lips and looked at my boss. He was staring down at me as I planted soft kisses on the underside of the tip and right on the tip.
“Good girl. Nice and slow.”
I let my mouth get nice and wet with saliva before I swirled my tongue around the tip. I spread a thin coating of saliva around the salty tip before slipping my tongue into the opening.
“Take it in your mouth.”
Finally, I took the tip into my mouth and worked my lips up and down. I took a little more in my mouth and I stopped at the rip and pulled my lips over it repeatedly. I started to suck and release on the tip before starting to take him into my mouth. His thick shaft was warm against my lips. He cock was pressing against my tongue and spreading my mouth open as I took more and more of him. I kept taking him until I felt his pubic hair against my nose.
“Oh fuck yeah. You’re a good little cock sucker aren’t you?”
After a few minutes of continuously taking his entire cock into my mouth he started to moan so I slowed down. I didn’t want him to cum too quickly. For 150 dollars I might as well give him his money’s worth.
After a few minutes of slow soft sucking he calmed down but it was time. I started to slowly slide my hand up and down his shaft in unison with my mouth. I kept my mouth on his cock the entire time and started to suck harder each time he was in my mouth. His legs started to tense and he started to thrust up into my mouth. I squeezed his shaft and pulled my hand down toward his balls and held him tight. I could feel his cum starting to pulse against my hand and spill into my mouth.
“ooohhhh, Holy Fuck.”
I kept my lips tight around his shaft and looked up into his eyes. He kept cumming. He grabbed his cock shaft and quickly jerked it causing a bit more cum to squirt into my mouth.
I squeezed my lips tight to his shaft and slipped his cock out of my mouth. No cum spilt out. I looked into his eyes and swallowed. I didn’t allow myself to make any bad facial expressions as I did it and I even gave him a little smile when it was gone. I finished by taking him back into my mouth and sucked him until he was flaccid.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked while biting my bottom lip.
“Holy fuck. Where’d you learn to do that?”
“I’m self-taught. I’m glad you liked it. Anytime you want to try it again just let me know.”
“What’s it going to cost me to get into that pussy of yours?
“How much money do you have?” I said with a smile.
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It didn’t last any longer than ten or fifteen minutes. I had been paid to give blowjob. No matter how I tried to spin it I was just paid to suck some guys cock. I just turned a “trick”. It was just a blowjob but it was a trick just the same. I couldn't help but think how I had just worked 5 hours making $7.25 an hour for a whopping $36.25 working as an Ice Cream Clerk but I spent 10 minutes on my knees and I made $150. That would be $900 dollars an hour. Not bad for an hours work.
I took the last sip of my beer while I finished dressing.
“Can you work the closing shift tomorrow?” my boss asked.
"Who's on?"
"It would be just the two of us."
“Yeah, I think I can be here.”
I had my first official customer and he wanted a repeat performance.

The morning after the night before.

I went to bed a boy and woke up a man....sort of!
As before, with all my ‘confessions’, I’m trying to write them in chronological order. All 100% true with the dialogue to the best of my memory.
It came to be, following an eventful evening, that I spent the night of my twenty-first Birthday with, who I considered to be, my first girlfriend. It would soon transpire that Bex, didn’t consider herself my girlfriend, but as that hadn’t stopped her fucking my arse with her dildo before we shared a mouthful of my own sperm, I wasn’t in the mood for debating the detail of our relationship.
I hardly slept at all that night in her bed, not because we spent the night going at it like rabbits, but because I lay there with an erection wondering when it would polite to wake her for another session. However, the next morning things began badly.
“Listen, Jack, we need to get some things straight,” Bex told me, as she awoke.
“Go on then,” I replied, with a heavy heart.
“What’s the matter?” Bex asked.
“This is the part where you tell me you’re full of regret, can’t happen again and all that!” I told her.
Bex sat up in bed and leant across me, her small pert breasts revealing themselves for the first time.
“Not at all, I loved last night, it won’t be the first and last. Not for me anyway,” Bex replied.
“Oh, well…that’s excellent news!” I told her, perking up.
“But, I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not anyone’s girlfriend, just so you understand,” Bex informed me.
“O.K,” I replied, not understanding at all.
“I like you Jack, obviously, but I don’t want a relationship. I just want to have some fun and if you really are o.k with that, we can have some fun together,” Bex told me.
“I’m o.k with that,” I told her.
In truth, I didn’t really know what she meant or how badly I would end up reacting to this open relationship, which these days would be described as fuck buddies, but I didn’t want to risk going back to being a virgin wallflower again.
“So you like cum, then?” Bex said, rather bluntly.
“Well…umm,” I stumbled, in a typically English manner.
“There is nothing you can say or do that will embarrass me or make me feel less of you, Jack,” Bex told me.
“Well, yes, I suppose I do. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say I actually fancy men, it’s just..” I tried to tell her.
Bex put her finger to my lips.
“You don’t need to offer any explanation. For what it’s worth, I don’t care much for labels. I’ve fucked men and women, Jack. I’m attracted to who I’m attracted to and I don’t see the point in caring about why that is,” Bex told me with a beautiful smile.
This was to be life lesson number one from Bex and even if the relationship was to be short lived, I learned so much from her and I still believe, even twenty years later, that my attitude to sex, love and desire all stems from the short time I spent with this lovely girl.
Bex ran her hands down my body to my morning glory and as she had the night before, she slowly began to stroke my cock.
“I don’t normally like morning sex, but for you, I’ll make an exception,” she told me, before disappearing under the duvet.
Bex took my cock in her mouth with one hand around my cock, and she began squeezing my balls with the other. Her hands slipped down to my arsehole, still lubricated from the night before. With no resistance at all, she pushed two fingers into me. I moved my legs to give her better access. I looked to the floor by the side of the bed to see her disgarded dildo from last night, hoping for a repeat.
Bex had other ideas and making her way up my body, for the first time in my life, my cock slipped into a beautiful wet cunt!
Bex pushed the duvet from her and sat upright over my lap. Her body on display to me for the first time, she looked absolutely incredible. I took here all in, her pale white, freckly skin, her small pink nipples and best of all, her soft curly red haired pubic hair, parted down the middle by my cock pushing into her. It was the most intense feeling of my life, I wanted to devour her. Looking back now, I realise it was stupid to think I could ever share her with anyone else!
“God your balls are fucking massive,” she told me as the bounced up and down on my cock.
She began rubbing her tits, I took that as an invitation and brought my hands up to replace hers.
“Pinch my nipples,” she told me.
I rolled them around in between my finger and thumb, Bex let out a heavy sigh. Bex rubbed her hands over my own chest and began to pinch my own nipples, another first and another incredible feeling. It was at this moment, I realised my nipples were directly connected to my cock and with each pinch Bex gave my nipples, my cock stirred inside her. From this moment on, every time I was going to masturbate, I would need to pinch my nipples!
Bex removed one hand from my nipple and began to rub her clit as she began rocking back and forth on my cock.
“Oh god, fuck me harder,” Bex told me.
I had difficulty moving beneath her but I did my very best to push as hard as possible into her cunt.
“Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze my nipples,” Bex ordered.
“FUCK…I’m cumming,” she screamed.
Bex stopped rocking and began to violently shudder as she sat across me. I remember, with my recently lost virgin naivety that she was having some sort of fit!
It took a good few minutes before Bex regained normal consciousness, all the while she let out small guttural moans as she continued to shake on my cock.
“Fuck, that was good, Jack. Your turn now!” Bex told me.
Bex put both legs up either side of my body, I can only describe it as almost crouching over my cock, with just the head of my cock inside her. Getting comfortable, she began to thrust up and down, banging down hard on cock, as though she was fucking me.
Her hands still resting on my chest, she continued to pinch my nipples and like last night, the wonderful dirty talking started.
“Cum inside my cunt, Jack,” Bex told me.
“Go on baby, shoot your cum inside me,” she continued.
“I want all of it inside me, baby,” she ordered.
The pinching of my nipples became painful and my balls ached from their heavy treatment from Bex but with a grunt, I emptied myself inside of her. Bex stayed on me, with my cock inside her until she could feel my cock subside.
“Is that all of it, baby?” she asked.
“God, yes. I’ve nothing left!” I told her.
“Come down the bed a bit,” she told me, pulling at my waist.
I pushed myself down the bed, off her pillow until I was laid flat down on her bed.
“I think I’ve still got one more inside me, baby,” Bex told me.
I remember wondering how I was going to get hard again to fulfil her desires, but I soon realised I had misunderstood the statement from Bex, as she carefully made her way up my body. Looking down at her cunt and moving carefully so she didn’t spill a drop, she position herself over my face. I could see her cunt glistening, inches from my face.
“So you like the taste of cum then, Jack?” Bex asked, for the second time that morning.
I could smell my cum inside her and wanted to please her more than anything in the world.
“Yes I do,” I told her.
With that, Bex carefully brought her cunt down to my mouth and spreading her legs over either side of my head, her pussy lips opened and my mouth was drenched with the now familiar taste of my own seed.
As I lapped at her pussy, Bex gasped and as she had done on my cock, she began to rock over my face and tongue. Within a few minutes I had swallowed all of the cum from her pussy but continued to suck her clit and pussy until, as demanded, Bex came on my face!
“You really are a special one,” she told me.
I knew that if either of us were special, it was her.
This wasn’t the strangest time spend in her bedroom, the best or worst was yet to come!

My Sex-Packed Holiday

Sally’s mum wanted to clean herself up before going to have some lunch and find her daughter, so I went back to my own room for another shower as well. While there, I pushed a couple of fingers up into my pussy, and wondered how on earth I’d managed to get my whole hand up inside Abi’s - not just five fingers, but right up to the wrist. I certainly couldn’t do it with mine; I was much too tight. Just thinking about it made me want to come again. I even made myself pee a little, and watched the pale yellow stream run down my leg and mix with the water in the shower cubicle.
After such a sexually-charged morning, it was almost a relief to go down to the beach and spend the rest of the day with my family, doing the sort of stuff normal people do on their holidays; things that don’t involve fisting and wee. Sally went back to the hotel to meet up with her mum again, and I got on with my sunbathing. My mum had taken her bikini top off to sunbathe, so I did the same, hoping to get rid of the tan-lines round my breasts. It was nice to be down on the beach relaxing, and I even had a little nap in the sun.
We saw Sally and Abi again at dinner, and Abi thanked my parents profusely for looking after Sally, and bought them a bottle of wine as a thank-you. Abi caught my eye and smiled conspiratorially at me, as well she might.
After dinner, I went for my usual postprandial stroll along the cliffs. The weather was still lovely and warm, so I went right round to the headland and sat on a rustic bench listening to the waves breaking over the rocks below and thinking over the day’s sexual exploits yet again. After a while, this made me feel a bit horny (also yet again), so I pulled up the front of my dress and began to stroke myself through my panties. Pressing against the soft bulge of my pubic mound, I found the line of my slit between my labia, and pushed the material of my panties into the groove, making quite a nice little wet patch.
Before they got too soaked, I decided I might as well take them off altogether, so, after checking no-one was looking, I pulled them down my legs and stuffed them into the bottom of my bag. Then to stop my dress getting wet as well, I pulled it right up round my waist and sat with my bare bum on the bench, hoping I wouldn’t get any splinters. Opening my legs a bit, I pushed a couple of fingers up inside my soft, warm passage and enjoyed the squish, squish, squish sound that they made.
Masturbating in the open air was such fun, and I licked my fingers several times, enjoying the taste of my juices. I didn’t go so far as to come, but just enjoyed getting myself nicely wet. After a bit of this, I began to feel like a drink. I texted Matt to see if he fancied joining me, although I suspected he might be with Sally, making up for lost time.
I took the short-cut across the fields to the “Winchester Arms”, the closest of the three village pubs to the hotel (but only just – it was a small village, and you could pretty much roll out of the back door of the “Winchester” straight into the “Ship Ahoy”, and the “Smuggler’s Hole” wasn’t much further). Anyway, luckily the same girl was behind the bar as last time, and she didn’t even ask to see my over eighteen ID card.
The pub was pretty full, so I pushed my way through the crowds to see if there was any space in the garden at the back. Surprisingly for such a warm night there were only two other people there (a middle-aged couple chatting quietly), so I found a table to myself under a tree a bit further away and got ready to enjoy my drink.
Then my phone bleeped, and there was a text from Matt: “In pub, where r u?”
I texted back, “gdn,” and a few moments later he wandered down with a pint of his own.
“No Sally?” I asked with a grin. “Have you worn her out?”
He laughed. “Not yet. But her Mum’s still got a guilt trip about last night, so they’re having a mother/daughter bonding session in the lounge.”
“A bit different to the sort of bonding we were all enjoying last night,” I observed.
He gave me a cheeky smile, and delved into his bag, pulling out his laptop. “Talking of which, I’ve uploaded the video. Want to see it?”
I glanced round to make sure we weren’t likely to be disturbed, but the other couple were still chatting away over by the back door. “Let’s have a look then,” I said, and he put the laptop on the table between us and switched it on.
I moved a bit closer so we could both see it together.
“Have you shown it to Sally yet?” I asked.
“I haven’t had a chance,” he said. “But you deserve to see it anyway, since you were the one behind the camera.”
He clicked on the video link. I watched as it started, slowly at first with the two of them kissing, but then quickly got naughtier as Sally pulled off her t-shirt and Matt began to play with her breasts in her bikini. I felt a little tingle as he pulled down the cups and took her nipple in his mouth. The camera registered the stiffness of her buds, wet with his saliva. It felt a bit weird watching something that I’d filmed myself, and I began anticipating when the camera was going to zoom in, and which bits of action were coming next.
“God, I love this bit,” I commented, as the video progressed to the scene where Sally sucked at Matt’s cock, licking and slurping at it.
“You’ve done such a great job with the camera,” said Matt. “Way better than it would have been if we’d just set it up ourselves.”
Not only that, but I was starting to get turned on by it all over again. It had been bad enough seeing Sally’s big bouncy breasts and nipples, but now that she was sucking vigorously on Matt’s cock, I could feel myself start to get a bit more aroused. I just knew how wet I’d be between my legs, and longed to touch myself there, but didn’t want to be the first to start. I looked at Matt, and wasn’t surprised to see the swelling of his cock in his trousers. It didn’t look fully hard yet, but as I watched it seemed to expand and press against the material.
He seemed to be trying to look at me to gauge my reaction, but looked away embarrassed when I caught him peeping.
“Hey, you don’t need to get shy,” I said with a smile. “Don’t forget who filmed this. I’ve seen a hell of a lot more of your cock than I can see now.”
Was it watching the video that was getting him aroused, or was there more to it than that? Was it maybe watching it with me? Whichever it was, I could see how long and hard his prick had got already. On the computer screen, I watched as the same cock, now slick with Sally’s juices, thrust in and out of her juicy pussy. I looked at Matt and he was stroking his cock through his trousers. As I watched, I saw a little damp patch appear through the denim, where a spontaneous emission of pre-cum lubrication had obviously spurted out and soaked through.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I put my hand between my thighs and squeezed the soft, yielding bulge of my mound through my light summer dress. Without saying a word, I pulled up the hem under the table, revealing more of my bare thighs, and finally the fact that I had nothing on underneath.
Matt was watching. “Jesus, Annie, do you never wear any panties?” he said, as he saw my bare pussy.
“I had them on earlier, but they were getting in the way.”
“You mean you’ve already been diddling yourself?”
I nodded sheepishly, “Just a bit”.
Now I could feel directly the heat from my pussy. Letting my fingers slide down between my legs, I felt them get all hot and wet as they found the sticky line of my slit for the second time that evening. I pressed my forefinger between my already swollen labia and let it slip into my hole. I couldn’t help letting out a little sigh, and saw Matt looking at me with a smile.
Putting his hand under the table, he casually undid the button on his trousers and pulled down the zip. Slipping it inside his boxer shorts, he rummaged around until he had managed to drag his cock back up from down his trouser leg. It sprang out like a jack-in-the-box, the head already poking out from the foreskin. He put a couple of fingers around the shaft and gave it a couple of short pumps.
He was trying to watch what was going on in the video, but I caught him cast an occasional look at me fingering my bare pussy as he played with his cock. He was just gently fondling the tip, giving the stiff shaft an occasional squeeze.
I was even more turned on now, and not just by what was going on in the video. The sight of Matt playing with his cock was so hot. It felt wrong to be so excited by it, but I couldn’t help myself, it was so thick and hard and shiny. And when it came down to it, it was just a cock. It wasn’t as if he was actually my brother or something pervy like that: he was just a good friend.
I caught his eye, and without saying a word reached over and put my hand round his shaft. It was very warm, and I felt it twitch excitedly at my touch, while Matt let out a sigh. I squeezed it gently and gave it a few slow pumps.
I hadn’t planned to go any further, but, as I watched, another little drop of clear liquid bubbled out of the tip and began to run down the shiny knob. How could I let it go to waste? Quickly I bent over and caught it with my tongue, licking round the knob until I had found every salty drop. The tightly-stretched skin felt smooth, and I carried on sliding my tongue round the sensitive rim of his cock-helmet.
Matt let out a gasp. “Oh fuck, Annie,” he whispered, and I saw his fists clench. A few beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead. I tried to blank out the fact that this was my friend Matt’s cock, and forced myself to think of it as any old knob I was sucking off at a party for a dare. Carefully I licked up and down his full length, feeling the heat radiating off it as it bobbed against my face. I let it rest against my cheek as I kissed the root where it emerged from his jeans, then licked right back up. When I got to the top again, I kissed the knob, teasing him for a moment before I put him out of his misery.
Slowly, I put the whole of his cock-head into my mouth and closed my lips around it, sucking gently and pressing the tip of my tongue against the little slit in the top, wriggling it back and forth, before licking round the head again while squeezing and pumping up and down on the hot shaft. Then I steadily lowered my head onto it, taking more and more into my mouth. Using my tongue, I bounced his cock around inside my mouth, pressing it into my cheek so it bulged out, then licking and sucking at it like a particularly warm lollipop.
Matt was muttering away under his breath; variations on “Oh fuck” over and over again. I slipped a hand down below the base of his cock and fished his balls out of his boxers. I played gently with his sack, his hairs tickling my hand, while I sucked harder on his shaft. I lowered my head further and further, seeing how much I could take before I began to gag. After a couple of tries, I managed to take almost his full length, the tip just bending round the back of my throat.
I could hear his breathing getting harder and rougher, which suggested he was getting close to ejaculating. But I’d had to stop playing with myself, and now I decided I’d make him wait a bit while he did something for me first. With a deliberately loud slurp, I pulled up my head, letting his cock bounce out. Grabbing his hand, I put it on my pussy. “I’ll finish you off in a minute,” I promised, “But I want you to do me first.”
“Oh God, yes please,” he gasped.
Edging closer to me, he rubbed his hand slowly over my bare thigh, stroking and squeezing it gently, caressing the soft inner flesh. I could feel his hand shaking slightly as he touched the edge of my vulva, hot and sticky. His fingers stroked up my mound but then, after a quick look round, he slipped off the bench onto the grass, kneeling down under the table right between my legs. He slowly moved them further apart, exposing my pussy properly, already glistening with moisture.
Running his fingers over the firm flesh of my thighs, he leaned down, and I could feel his warm breath on my private parts. Then his face was right in my crotch, and his rough tongue began to lick up and down my slit, sliding between my outer lips without quite entering me. Gently, one at a time, he sucked my labia into his mouth and tickled them with his tongue. Then at last he pressed his tongue as far into my warm, wet hole as he could manage and wiggled it backwards and forwards against the soft passageway.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I whispered. I ran my hands over my breasts and noticed with pleasure how visibly perky and aroused my nipples were, even through the two layers of my dress and bra. I rubbed them with my fingers, feeling the soft flesh give under my caresses. I’d almost forgotten the video was running, and I glanced at it to see that it had reached my masturbation session at the end. God, that was weird – watching myself masturbating on video while Matt licked me out for real.
As I watched, Matt moved his mouth up my slit and found the hard little bud of my clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth and gently circled his tongue around it, sending delicious tingles through my body.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” I gasped, pushing my crotch into his face. I felt his hand on my pussy again, and sighed with pleasure as he slipped a couple of fingers into my tight little hole. He pumped them in and out for a few moments, then curved them up to reach the soft spongy sensitive area just inside my entrance. I choked back a little squeal of pleasure. Continuing to tickle my g-spot, he flicked his tongue backwards and forwards across my clit.
My breath was coming quicker now, as his tongue and fingers propelled me inexorably towards an orgasm. I clenched my fists and arched my back as I came, riding the pulsating wave of tingling, quivering, excitement. As I lay back gasping on the bench, Matt pulled himself back up onto the bench again. His face was glistening with a coating of my sticky juices, and his semi-erect cock was still sticking out of his trousers, bobbing invitingly just in front of me.
Bending over again, I popped it back into my mouth and began to suck hard on it, feeling it start to swell up again to its full size. I rubbed the shaft and licked at the tip until it was shiny and purple again. Then, for a change, I licked down to the base and took his whole hairy scrotal sack in my mouth.
With one bollock in each cheek, I ever so gently kneaded them with my mouth, taking care not to squeeze too hard. Then I licked back up his shaft, and began to suck seriously at it, really concentrating on the most sensitive area, wanting to make him come. I hadn’t really thought about whether I was going to let him ejaculate in my mouth, but it seemed a shame not to finish things properly.
As if on cue, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, and I felt him start to shake. Pulling his cock back a bit, I rested it on my tongue, and just licked round the rim of the helmet. Then I felt his cock pulsate, and the first spurt of hot semen filled my mouth. That first dollop I swallowed, feeling the soft salty goo run down my throat, but the next spurts I held in my mouth, until his cock was almost floating in a sea of spunk. Some of it escaped from my mouth and dribbled down his shaft, but I managed to keep most of it as I let his cock slip out from between my lips. With a smile, I opened my mouth and let him see it all sloshing about, before closing my mouth and swallowing it all in one go.
“Fuck, Annie,” Matt managed to gasp out at last. “That was, like, just wow.”
“I don’t know where all your spunk comes from,” I said. “Have you got another pair of bollocks somewhere, working overtime making the stuff?”
He grinned, licking round his mouth. “You made quite a lot of juice yourself,” he said.
I smoothed down my dress. “I always seem to,” I admitted. “But all this fresh air’s tired me out – I need some sleep. Are you coming back?”
“I guess I’d better,” he said. “It’s probably too late to see Sally again tonight.”
“Are you never satisfied?” I said. “If you don’t give that thing a rest, you’ll wear it out.”
“You can talk,” he said, which was true enough. I did love sex, though it occurred to me that so far I hadn’t managed to get a proper fuck so far on this holiday. But I hadn’t gone short on orgasms, so to be honest I decided I could live with the situation, for the time being at least.
Coming up in Chapter Seven: find out what happens when I go with my parents to a cider farm, and meet a hunky young farmer.