You Can't control yourself after reading It

i've been thinking about various things that made me horny for past couple of days. Pussies. Role plays. Fantasies...

And all the time I was horny as a dog on a heated day, but I didn't choke it once... I've been meaning to save it for my lady at night, but when night fell, so did my eyelids...

And jacking off takes too much energy these days anyway.. between work and home, I can't really find the time and the place to let loose my dick and jack it off.

So I've been thinking about this place... where they have special 'service' FOR MEN like me.

Men who are horny, but are too lazy to do it themselves. Or men who have hard time getting it up.

Since the morning, I was thinking about the 'service' I was going to get, and my dick got bigger... and bigger... and bigger... until it hurts.

Then at the last moment, when it was about to blow up all by itself, I said to myself,

"Fuck it. It ain't right. Even if it's just a handjob, it's still a no no. I could get in a LOT of trouble if I got caught..."

So I decided not to visit the massage parlor, instead, I went to play golf.

In Thailand, everyone hires a caddy to play a round of golf. (Unlike in USA, where the labor is expensive.)

And the caddies are almost 99% women. Young women.

And the golf COURSES make sure that their caddies are attractive and well behaved...

And yesterday, I hired a caddy, who had a very nice tits and ass... she was only 21, and she had blue colored BRACES on her teeth. Very pretty.

The caddies WEAR THE caddy's uniform, which fit very well on my caddy... But I thought the pants were one size too small, coz her ass was squeezed tight under the pants. I could see the lines of her panty through the fabric.

It is no secret, that these caddies sometimes try TO MAKE EXTRA MONEY for themselves, by offering the option of playing an extra hole. Through out the round, they will give you hints, and signs... to let you know that she's 'available' or not.

And I was getting tons of signs through out the round... that's because I wasn't very shy myself. I was taking every gesture she was giving, and giving back enough to let her know what was going on in my head. Or rather, on my dickhead.

The mountainous hills on the long par 5, 16th hole is a very good place to have private conversations.

Private and horny conversations like this.

GGrass : (after hitting the ball into the woods) Damn... it's gone in the woods...
Caddy : (with a naughty smile) Did you hit in into the woods on purpose?
GGrass : May be I did...
Caddy : It will be difficult to find in the woods... it's dark inside.
GGrass : I'll help.

And we walked into the woods. And it was here, that some crazy shit happened.

The caddy walked right next to me, and sort of guided me to the bushy area, where it was really dark, like she said.

The place was still inside the boundary, but very remote.

We searched, or rather pretened to search for the ball for a brief moment, and the caddy disappeared behind the bush. She turned around, and beckoned me to stand behind her, in a very convenient position for a quick fuck.

Instantly we knew what to to next.

She lowered her pants at the same time as I did mine, and already her lips were glistening with wet juice.

All the dirty talks we had during the day must've paved the way for me.

I used a bit of spit and my dick went straight in without any resistance. I could see a group of golfers at the very far end of the golf course, but they were too far to be concerned about. Rather they provided me with the thrill.

The caddy was feeling ecstatic. The quick and full sensation that satisfied our spontaneous needs at the right time must have helped her in cumming real quick. The danger and the thrill, plus a random cock in her pussy made her orgasm and I could feel the wetness all the way down to my balls.

And then I came.

I poured all that I've been saving directly into a pussy of 21 years old caddy in the middle of the golf course. After I shot the last drop into her receptive pussy, I pulled out, and a gush of white, ran down her thighs, and dropped onto her white panty below.

The sight of my load, gushing out of freshly fucked pussy... running down the silky smooth thighs... and ending up on her tiny white panty... oh what a sight.

"Oh no!"

She cried. She probably came to her senses and realized that I came inside.

"Don't worry. I'm sterilized."

I assured her. Which was true. I am sterilized. That is why I didn't hesitate to shoot inside her pussy. Otherwise there would be no fucking way I would cum inside like that.

We hurrily got dressed, and when I checked my WATCH, 7 minutes had passed.

I didn't play that hole... we just walked in quiet silence, each holding back the smile on our faces.

Once we finished the round, I said to her,

"Thanks. I hope you had good time too."

And she gave me an affirmative smile.

"And don't worry. I won't forget to thank you."

And she smiled again, this time, a bit bigger smile.

I gave her a huge tip, big enough to cover her week's pay. She gave me her number and told me to call her the next time I come to play golf at this course.

She said she would love to caddy for me again. And I said so did I.

And then we said goodbye.

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Again, it's just a made up story.

Oh how I wish it was true... 

Sophia

Sophia winced as the door shut, leaving her alone with the exam table. The damn thing took up all breathable space. She fiddled with the ties keeping her hoodie cinched around her head. There was a metal tray next to the table that coldly shined from polished steel, and it held up an assortment of weaponry. Was the gynecologist really going to use them on her? Did the Hague Convention know such things existed? Her legs clenched protectively in her baggy sweat pants.

Grudgingly she put her purse down on the floor and started to pull her arms out of the sweatshirt and tug it up over her head. Locks of shiny brown hair stuck to the fleece lining, and she had to press down on her hair to stop it from looking disheveled. The inevitably male doctor probably saw thousands of women a year, but she didn’t want to be remembered as the one with unruly, wild hair that looked electrified like in the pictures of a mad scientist.

Folding her hoodie and sweatpants neatly on top of her purse, she extracted her feet from shoes and socks, leaving her red laced satin panties and bra for last. If a nurse came dashing in, she didn’t want her ass or pussy on view for anyone in the hallway. It was bad enough that the people in the waiting room knew she was going to be naked.

Donning the crappy paper gown, she fought with the plastic strips to keep it lashed around her body, and only then did she reach inside to unclip her bra and snake the panties down her legs. She jumped seeing the red slink down over her feet, and gently bent down to add them to the pile of embarrassment. On second thought, she tucked her undergarments between the hoodie and pants. No one needed to see her selection of lingerie.

Now there was nothing left to do but shimmy onto the table and figure out what to do with her legs. If she let them dangle, she’d feel open and easy, but if she sat cross-legged then too casual. Eventually, she decided on crossed legs and folding her hands on her lap for a more proper ladylike appearance.

She tried to memorize the posters on the wall alerting her to dangers of unprotected sex, but despite strenuous efforts, her eyes wandered back to the stirrups. Why did doctors put little socks on them? Did they think that made them less of a bondage implement? Was she supposed to think ‘oh how cute’ versus ‘God in a moment I’ll be trapped in those’? Clearly, it was a male doctor move. And while she was at it, whoever designed thin robes for places kept at subarctic temperatures? It was probably another damn misogynistic man attempting to show dominance over the female form.

Ranting was warming her up, but a wrap at the door stopped the next harangue. Her body froze into a solid mass with still beating warm inner core as the door creaked open and a white coat breezed in.

It wasn’t sexist that Sophia noticed the legs of a dancer’s dreams first. In truth, she was looking down to avoid eye contact. But the legs went up and so did her eyes, taking in that the white coat ended at upper thighs with no proof a miniskirt existed underneath.

Sophia wasn’t appreciative of the fact her legs untwined and started dangling from the table until the doctor spoke.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Glad to see you’re more comfortable now.” The doctor winked at Sophia’s legs. “I’m Doctor Harding.”

Sophia blushed and pressed her knees together, fumbling to shake the French manicured hand offered to her.

Doctor Harding settled into the sole chair pressed between table and wall, her coat brushing against Sophia’s knees as she rolled the chair out to face Sophia.

Sophia licked her lips, unsettled by the warmth spreading from her legs towards her pussy and mystified that her eyes were travelling to check out if the doctor was wearing a bra.
Whether it was a bra or blouse, a glint of bronze peeked out from above the doctor’s coat’s top button.

Doctor Harding placed a small, long fingered hand on Sophia’s knee. “Here for your yearly checkup?”

Sophia tore her eyes from the dimpled cheeks and clear blue eyes to blink at the hand on her knee and stutter a yes.

“You look quite healthy to me.” Doctor Harding squeezed her knee, a lone finger stroking the inside of the thigh. “Call me Gloria.” A strawberry blonde eyebrow rose.

“Sophia…” This was idiotic, Gloria wasn’t her type; Gloria wasn’t male. Had to be a form of white coat syndrome feeding off the fact she was about to be vaginally probed.

Gloria stood up, forcing Sophia’s legs apart to give her somewhere to stand. She placed a hand on each shoulder and started pushing Sophia down. “Let’s get you on your back so we can begin. Just relax and I’ll take care of everything. Okay?”

Sophia lost the ability to answer as her head bounced off the table.

Gloria’s breasts grazed Sophia’s stomach while using Sophia’s pelvis to stand back up. Sitting down in the chair, she cupped first one of
Sophia’s heels then the other, firmly placing them in the stirrups and keeping Sophia’s legs spread wide apart, knees bent up out of the way.

Sophia’s eyes bore into the ceiling. No one had put a painting up their so she counted the swirls in the grey-green paint. She was up to ten, when her clit was squeezed out of its hood, drawing out a yelp from her clenched lips.

“Inspecting the skin for discolorations, can’t be too careful. People seldom check themselves out fully enough to notice changes. And it is such an important part of you, no?” Gloria let her clit go, the hood sliding back up but no longer covering all of the flesh filling up in a rush of blood.

Sophia squirmed on the table, her butt cheeks pressing together hoping to draw her legs in against the stirrups.

“You are sexually active, correct?” Gloria probed her labia, pressing out the folds and tugging them away from Sophia’s body.

“Yes.” Sophia tried to scoot away, but Gloria’s fingers locked, holding her lips captive.

“Calm down. I know this is uncomfortable but you are responding so nicely. No nerve damage, plenty of blood flow, you perk up quite nicely.”

Sophia thought she was going to drown in perspiration, but a moan escaped her throat and try as she did to clamp down on her lips the sound was already out there burning a hole through her eardrums and making her want to dash out of the room regardless of clothes.

Gloria released Sophia’s lips, letting them crinkle back into place. She layered her hands on Sophia’s mons and pressed down. In bent forward position, Gloria’s breath scampered over Sophia’s clit.

Sophia’s legs tried to squeeze against Gloria, but instead of pushing her away, Gloria’s hair fell forward dusting Sophia’s skin into a tingling frenzy.

“Let me know if there is any discomfort.”

Sophia’s lungs seized on an inhalation and held.

“Come on, breathe nicely for me.” Gloria lifted one hand, the remaining fingers massaging her mons.

Sophia spluttered.

“A bit better, but no hyperventilating, we need you to take in a good flow of air for all that warm blood of yours.” Gloria’s free hand cradled Sophia’s pussy and a finger flicked its way in.

Sophia levitated off the table, only her confined heels and the hand on her mons keeping her grounded.

“Good, good. You have full sensation here, but does it go all the way in?” Gloria rotated her middle finger, the thumb coming to rest on the clit.

“What are you doing?” Sophia floundered on the table, her hands clawing the sides and ripping into the paper sanitation covering.

“The G spot is an essential part of any woman. I believe everyone one should know where it is. This is for educational purposes, my dear. Just lay back and relax. The exam will be over soon.”

Sophia could feel Gloria’s finger curve up towards the ceiling, hooking her as the thumb began rubbing her clit. She would have sworn Gloria was trying to get the two fingers to meet. Her body jerked as fiery heat erupted inside her, making her thighs sweat and liquid bead up around her opening.

Glory rubbed the liquid onto Sophia clit and intensified the stroking, making her clit retract inward under pressure then spring back out for more, again and again.

Spine spasming, Sophia thrashed riding a wave of stabbing shocks that scorched her stomach, legs trying desperately to kick. Stirrups and Gloria’s hand kept her pinned as her G spot was hit with rapid strikes until she was convinced the G spot and clit were igniting. In human combustion, Sophia screamed as white heat scalded her flesh and a throbbing explosion made her rocket off the table, fading out thoughts.

Gloria removed her hands. “Very good. Quite pleased with your test results. You’ll have to come back next week for the breast exam of course.” Gloria stood up and patted Sophia on the knee. “Get dressed when you are ready and come out. The receptionist will schedule the appointment.”

“What, what was that?” Sophia slipped on the paper with her wet hands working to get her body upright.

“That was my quickie five minute appointment. Next time I would prefer if you scheduled a longer visit. I can’t do a full checkup in such a short period of time.” Gloria smiled, opened the door, and let it close behind her.

Sophia watched the closed door, but nothing happened. Releasing herself from the stirrups, she slumped to the floor to get her clothes. Damn doctors for always being in such a rush.

The Bath

I layed there and watched his chest rise and fall, almost in a tempo of its own. Our large blanket was pulled up on me, I assume he had pulled it up when I passed out. Last thing I recall was him mounted inside of me, his face covered in sweat. My skin felt a little sticky from sex. I slipped out of the covers, trying my best not to wake him up, and I walked to the BATHROOM. Flipped on the light and glanced up from the sink. In the mirror my chest glistened in the light. I glanced over at the bed again, and he was sleeping. I wiped off all my makeup from the night before. I walked to the shower without thinking and turned it on, hot. I waited until the shower door steamed up before I would go in. I slowly opened the door and watched the steam roll out. I stepped in and closed the door. there was a wave of warmth that washed over me.
I could feel my pussy pulsing. I started to wash my breast and moved my hands slowly down my body until I caressed my crotch. My hands were so soft...
I Just couldn't stop. I was rubbing so hard. My legs started to feel weak and I fell to my knees. I was rubbing furiously. My heart was racing with every stroke. I threw my head back and arched my back and let out a loud moan, I just couldn't hold it.
I felt a hand on the back of my head. Shocked, I looked down and he was there. On his knees. he pulled me to him to kiss me, our bodies were touching but not enough to impair my PLAY. He was so forceful.
I could feel his hard cock against my belly, poking and rubbing. I was just so close. And even our make-out-session couldn't suppress a loud moan from me when I climaxed.
I stopped KISSING and indicated for my lover to stand up.
I crawled foreword and I slide his head into my mouth. .... so soft that I just licked it continuously. I loved the taste of me on his cock.
I felt his fingers weave through my hair, APPLYING a little presser to go a little farther. I look up and met his hungry eyes that pleaded for me to go on. I closed my eyes and went as deep as I could. I met the skin of his crotch on the second bob of my head. He tasted so good on roof of my mouth. His head was so silky. I got a little carried away. I started to hold him, and he started to pound. Faster and faster. I could feel him on the verge of bursting and then he pulled out fast. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushes them back. He pushed me into laying down. The next thing I knew He was back on his knees... mounting me. He pulled my bottom end up to meet his. and he slid his super hard cock in, sending sparks throughout my body.
The Shower water was thick in the air, The steam made breathing harder. And the water made my juices not so much like lube. To much friction. I was going crazy.
"Faster!" I screamed through my moaning. "Please, I NEED you"
And Right on que his pounding got harder. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. Touching every spot I have, big or small. Every sensation was acting up.    I arched my back IM pure pleasure. I could feel one good grind and he was pumping me full of his love and cum. he let out a great sigh. I could feel a throb of cum being pushed up inside of me and it falling out onto the shower floor. Again and Again it was pushing up inside of me, lubricating every inch.
My vision was blacking out. In and out I would come and GO. I was so sexed out. I remember his arms. Wrapped around me. I was cold? No I now have a towel.... The bed feels so soft... The covers feel amazing... so soft and warm.... and.... this isn't all covers...?  ... I feel him... "Oh, My god your skin feels amazing"... "I love you"..."I love you too" .... IM not sure whose saying what... I feel warm and ...... Is his hand down there??? ... massaging me... oh, how wonderful I feel.
I woke up and glanced around, the sun was no longer peeking through the window. the clock said 3:43. I look over and there he is. sleeping. Looks so peaceful. I MOVE to touch his face and notice that I have a fresh new wet/sticky spot on my abdomen. We did it again?
I don't care... IM so comfortable....
"I love you" echoes through my head....
The End

Passion of Lust and Hunger

I know is my friend says this is suppose to be the party of the season. I'm here because of my friend Keighlee. She is such a party girl. I still remember the day we met. Everyone thought we wouldn't be good friends, but now I couldn't live without my best friend. To put it simple she keeps me going or I would just work and go home. No social life that's me. Here I am again at another party that she couldn't not go to by herself. She begged me to go to this one with her yet again. Of course I tried to get out of going but no go she always wins. I should know better than to try to win on anything, it never happens. Oh well here i am yet again as I said at another one of her famous parties that is suppose yo be the party of the season. Well she has done left already to be with Lucern. I wish she would have just come with him but noooo I had to come with her.</p>
<p>The music is loud as always. A bunch of people are dancing. I hear a lot of guys doing wolf calls and laughing. I look over they are all looking at me. I'm so embarrassed. I see them slapping one guy on the back, I roll my eyes. I look at him better. Well at least he's good looking. He's taller than the others. He looks to be at least 6 foot tall, great body, blond hair. He's to far way to see his eye color. My guess would be blue. Myself I like green better but hey, oh well can't have them all. He see's me starring at him. I turn red and look away.</p>
<p>Well I'm going to kill Keighlee for making me wear this dress. She told me I look good in it. Well I guess I do with all the guys starring at me. I'm wearing a blue silk dress that's heart shaped and stops at mid thigh showing every curve I have. I'm so embarrassed right now. I never dress like this. I feel like I'm naked in it. I walk to the bar to get a drink. Hopefully soon I will be able to leave. I'm going to anyways with or without Keighlee.</p>
<p>I walked up to the bar and asked "Hey can I get a shot of Tequila please?" the bartender hands over the drink. I down it and ask for another. I down this one as well. I turn around and their he is right behind me. My Blondie! Woo hoo my Blondie WHAT???? Oh my god I slap myself mentally. I said to myself WHAT THE HELL!!!!! I look and his eyes are green ( my lucky day) I think.</p>
<p>All this time he is starring at me. All I can say is "Hi", and I smile at him.</p>
<p>"Hi! I'm Kai Allen" he says smiling.</p>
<p>I say "Hi" Oh my god really I just said hi again. SLAP SLAP SLAP. " My name is Raonna."</p>
<p>He looks right in my eyes and says "WOW! I like your name. It's different."</p>
<p>" Thanks. I'm named after both of my grandmother's" I say turning red. Really did I just say that. Man I'm a light weight when it comes to drinking. He just smiles and asks if I want something to drink.</p>
<p>" Sure I'll take another." I say.</p>
<p>He looks at me saying " What you having?"</p>
<p>I think about that. I think no more Tequila. " I think I'll have a mudslide. I have never had one. Everyone says they are great." I say to him.</p>
<p>He smiles at me and orders the drink, a shot of jack, and a beer for himself. Oh god that smile is sooooo. Oh man I could just cream all over myself. I think I want to take him home. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. What am I thinking. I'm not that type of person.</p>
<p>We talk for awhile. I'm a little tipsy so I tell him " I I think I thinkkkk I sh-shoulddd go hohome." Was that my voice. Ha ha slur much.</p>
<p>"OK I'll walk you out." he states.</p>
<p>We walk out of the bar that the party was at. I hail a cab. The cab pulls up, I turn to him to say bye and his lips crash into mine. Oh they feel so nice. We kiss so long that when we pull away we have to catch our breath when we separate. I look at him while I was getting into the cab. I tell the cab driver my address. I look back at him. He smiles at me. I reach up grabbing his shirt in my fist pulling him for a kiss. We kiss for a couple of seconds . I pull him into the cab with me closing the door behind him. Oh well, just a one night stand. This will be good. We kissed the whole way to my apartment. I'm thinking this is not like me. What am I doing? I start to say this to him , but I feel myself leaning toward him. I think I'm going to kiss him again. Oh god! oh god and I really want too. He kisses so good too, I feel him lips on me again.
We pull up in front of my apartment . We get out , he pays for the cab. He turns to me and we kiss yet again. I hit a door with my back. Wait when did we get to my door. Man he is so good. When we get inside he kisses me , then he pushes me up against the door. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips. We kiss for a long time. I feel his hands running up my sides pulling my dress up as he goes. He unzips my dress, pulls it over my head as he slips it off. I feel his lips leave mine, I wimper for the lose. They glide across my jaw. His lips travel down my neck, licking as he goes. I moan as his lips reach my right nipple threw my black lace bra. He sucks it into him mouth, I moan again. He reaches around me undoing my bra pulling it off.</p>
<p>I grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his perfect body and over his head. I bend my head down and lick his nipple causing him to moan my name. I love the way my name sounds on his lips. I need to hear it again. I lick the other nipple and he moans my name again. He is still holding me up against the door. I could look at his top half of his body all night. I'm hooping the lower half is as good. I unwrap my legs from around his body, grab his belt , pulling him to my room.</p>
<p>I climb on my bed on my knees at the foot undoing his belt, I undo his pants, pushing my hands down the back of his pants, grabbing his cheeks. What fine cheeks they are too. I start kissing him, I lick his lower lip he moans, he stilI has not opened up so I bite his lip. He grasp and I insert my tongue ,I smile the battle is on.. What a wonderful war we had. I pull his pants down, he kicks them the rest of the way off. All I can think is this is one sexy a*s man.</p>
<p>He smiles at me, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushes me on to the bed. He climbs up over me and licks my lower lip, I open for him and his tongue goes in to do battle again. He runs his hands down my sides to my g string, pulling it off along with my heels. He runs his hands up my legs. He stops just before he touches me their. He smiles up at me, then bends down licking my most precious spot. I moan his name, I feel him smile again. He then sucks my area, licking again over and over until I climax.</p>
<p>I sit up pulling his boxers down his body. He is so hard, He is big, long, and thick. He's bigger than I have ever seen. I'm a little nervous but I smile taking him in my mouth. He is so long that I have to use my hand at the base of him. He moans out loud. I like the sound he makes, letting me know he likes what I'm doing. I pull him out licking from the base to the tip of him. I run my tonge around the tip of him, licking the pre cum off the tip. He moans my name pushing me back down on the bed. He climbs on top of me kisses me as he pushes into me slowly. Slowly he works himself into him to the hilt, I sigh with satisfaction. I really didn't think he was going to fit but his did. He stays still letting me get used to him. I couldn't wait I wanted him now. I start moving so he pulls out and pushes back in. I moan so he continues getting a little faster. I'm moaning the whole time. I scream out faster so he does. I scream "Oh Oh Oh harder Kai harder." I feel him pull almost all the way out and slams into me over and over. I moan it feels so good. I cum so hard and fast it causes him to climax too. We both scream each others names. We start to kiss I can feel he is ready again. We spend the rest of the night having climax after climax until we fall asleep smiling or at least I am.</p>
<p>When I wake up the next morning he is gone. It was almost like it never happened. The only way I knew it was not a dream was because I was still naked. As I lay their remembering what happened. Oh what a good night last night was. I also think to myself what happened. I'm never like that. Whatever it was I liked it. That was one taxi ride to heaven.</p>
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<p>Ok everyone their is an updated version of this one. It's the last chapter. Thanks&nbsp;so much everyone for sticking with me. I had my shots in my back so hopefully it will help me with my pain. Hoping to start on update of next story soon. Oh and thanks for all the follows lol. You all are so great.

Very short Story

I groaned slightly as my head reminded me that I had GOTTEN way too drunk last night. I cracked an eye open. JUDGING by the lack of light, it was still last night, or rather early morning.
My balls started to itch, so I scratched them for a good two minutes, and then sighed as I realized that my shaft was standing up and DEMANDING attention. I started to shift so that I could get a better grip, but then noticed that there was a body in bed with me.
From what I could see, this was my room. The party had been at my house, thrown by my older brother while our parents were GONE for the weekend. I searched my memory in vain, trying to recall what had happened. Was there a specific reason that someone was in bed with me?
There was a soft murmuring, and I could tell that the person was female. She apparently talked in her sleep. I snuggled UP TO her a bit, and inhaled her scent. She smelled strongly of alcohol, but also floral and feminine. Plus, there was something that was probably uniquely her.
We were now spooning – me behind her – and I realized that while I was completely naked, she had a tiny tight-fitting tank top and a pair of panties on. Sliding my hand between us, I probed her with a finger. She was so warm and wet, and the thought of being inside her made me dizzy.
I shifted her panties to the side, and MOVED the blankets and sheets out of the way so that I had clear and unfettered access to her. Sliding into her was surprisingly easy, and I wondered again if we’d had sex before passing out. Pulling her leg back and up over mine, I reached my hand around her body, down her stomach, and located her soft pubic hair.
It took me a moment, but I finally FOUND her clit, and rubbed it as I thrust in and out of her. Her breathing got a bit faster, but otherwise, she was still asleep. I took my time, finding it fascinating the way her inner muscles tightened around my shaft.
She felt so good! If I had my way, we’d do this all day!
I started kissing and BITING the back of her neck, and she began to moan softly in response. Her entire body got tight, and her breathing was erratic. The pressure on my shaft was intense, and I suddenly knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer.
She cried out, and her whole body shook in a way that felt magical. I was lost! I almost roared as I dug my fingers into her hips and pumped her full.
When I could breathe normally, I turned her head towards me so that I could kiss her. She murmured sleepily again, and I was utterly amazed that she could sleep through that!
Sighing, I realized that I desperately needed to go to the BATHROOM. Kissing her once more, I pulled out of her, and then got out of bed. You know what? I should be nice to her. I’ll make her breakfast, and have it ready and waiting when she wakes up.
By then, it’ll be light enough outside to see her. Maybe she will be able to tell me how we ended up in bed together.
I tossed on a robe, went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and then went to the kitchen to fry up some bacon and eggs. They were just about the only thing I knew how to make. Once they were READY, I dished up two plates, set them on a tray, and poured some orange juice for each of us.
Carrying the tray to my room, I felt inexplicably happy. I think I might even want to ask her to be my girlfriend.
I completely ignored the large amount of people passed out around my house. From the look of it, quite a few couples had gotten together last night. People groaned in protest as I turned the lights on, but I needed to see where I was going so I didn’t drop the tray or spill anything. Our house was designed so that I could turn off the lights I’d turned on when I turned the next one on. In that way, a steady line of light flickered on an off as I went.
Finally, I got to my bedroom. I debated turning the light on, but there was just enough sunshine poking in through my window that I didn’t need to. I set the tray on my small BEDSIDE dresser, and then frowned at the bed.
She’s gone! That can’t be RIGHT… I turned the light on, but sure enough, she wasn’t there. Had I imagined her? Was she simply a wet dream?
There was definitely the outline of a body on her side of the bed, and the wet spot indicated that she had been there. I smelled the PILLOW she’d used. It smelled like she had.
I quickly searched the closet and under the bed, but didn’t find her. Next, I wandered through my house looking for anyone who was awake, or who smelled like her, but she wasn’t anywhere. I heard a CAR start, and looked out the window just in time to see what looked like a woman – she was too far away to be certain – in a black or dark blue sedan drive away.
Crap! I had no idea who she was or what she looked like! I really don’t think my brother will know either since a ton of people had shown UP TO the party that we didn’t even know, but they brought more booze, and so were more than welcome.
Sighing in depression and frustration, I returned to my room, and ate the breakfast I had made. Maybe she’ll come back – if for no other reason than to find out whose bed she had shared. In the meantime, I was SOL.
I CARRIED the tray – my plate now empty but hers still full – back to the kitchen, set it in the fridge, and then went back to bed. If I was lucky, maybe I’d forget all about this or maybe convince myself that it was all just a dream.

Crying Out

Meghan Sanders was a vindictive wife and her poor husband Eddie had a lot to cope with. All his friends used to tell him to stand up to her but he never did and he became more and more under her thumb.

His wife fucked good and so she could always hold the promise of a bit of nookie over his head if he dared to stand up to her. She gave great blow jobs and she always swallowed the lot – what more could a man ask for.

Unfortunately she was a big spender and bills were never paid on time. Eddie did all the overtime he could but it was never enough. In the end Meghan decided that she’d rent his skills out as a handyman by advertising on a local notice board. She wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed and so the rather ambiguous ad gave Debbie Wagner the wrong impression. It read, “Husband for hire – will look after all your needs for 20 dollars an hour.”

Now Debbie had just lost her husband to a floozy that lived next door and they would make love every night groaning and moaning so she could hear them through the adjoining wall. She thought two could play at that game and so when she saw the ad she gave the number a call. It was arranged for Eddie to come around the next evening.

Meghan took the message but didn’t ask what the client wanted so Eddie thought he’d just pop round have a look at what she needed fixed. Debbie was a bit surprised when he arrived in his work clothes but she thought he was frightfully good looking and that was certainly a plus.

“What do you want me to do exactly,” he asked naively as she ushered him the front room.

“Well I want you to fuck me,” she said, “And I want to make as much noise as possible.”

Eddie stood there with his mouth open for a few seconds before he spoke.

“I usually fix things, he said, “You know – things like toasters and loose doorknobs.”

“O my god,” she interjected, “Did you hear that – they’re at it already and that will go on all night – it’s disgusting.”

“Let’s go up stairs and show them that we can make noises just like them – even louder.”

In the bedroom Debbie literally tore off her clothes revealing a better than average figure with a particularly nice pair of tits. He certainly became aroused but he was not completely comfortable fucking a complete stranger.

“Do we have to fool around,” he asked, “Couldn’t we just make the noises?”

“It wouldn’t sound genuine,” she retorted and proceeded to help her reluctant handyman to get out of his clothes.

As soon as his pants dropped to the floor Debbie dropped to her knees and looked up at him. “I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had so you`d better do some yelling.”

Before he could comment she went down on him like a presidential intern and with her fingers stroking his solid nut sack she proceeded to suck his dick like a pro. She didn’t have to remind him to groan, the way she plunged it deep into her mouth made him cry out like a wounded Buffalo and when he could feel his cum moving up in the general direction of her mouth he yelled “I’m cumming at the top of his voice.”

Just like his wife she swallowed the lot and seemed most satisfied with his performance. In fact the groans had stopped next door as if they were listening to all the activity going on in her bedroom.

Eddie the handyman was well and truly in the mood and he literally threw Debbie on the creaking bed and jumped on her beautiful naked body, he groped her tits, he licked her tits and he sucked them hard. And while he was doing that he was diddling her warm wet crack with two fingers. Her cunt felt so nice and silky he couldn’t wait to stuff his face between her legs.

She was in a state of euphoria and was yelling and screaming with each new move he made. When he stuck his tongue into her pink taco she just about brought the house down.

“What’s you name – what’s your name,” she panted as he licked her hairy cunt from top to bottom.

“It’s Eddie,” he replied, pausing for a brief moment between licks.

“O Eddie,” she yelled, at the top of her voice, `You make me feel like a real woman.”

The husband next door started knocking on the wall at this point shouting for them to cut out the noise but before he’d finished Debbie had an orgasm – a massive mind blowing orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around on the bed and then begged for him to ram his cock into her.

Eddie made a hole in one and started to pound her as she clung onto his forearms and moaned. The bed springs not only creaked like hell the bedhead was beating a steady rhythm on the wall. He was grunting and groaning as he pounded her pussy and when he shot his load he gave and extra loud yell and she screamed even louder.

After a cup of coffee and a nice slice of cherry cake they did it all over again and her ex-husband was knocking so loud on the wall bits of plaster were falling off. Of course Eddie refused to take her money and they came to an agreement that they would get together two or three times a week.

When he arrived home rather late Meghan started to nag and then held out her hand for the money. Eddie just stuck a finger under her nose.

“Holy Fuck – that smells like pussy,” she squawked.

“Yes and that’s the only cent you’re going to get,” he smiled and took off to bed.” THE END

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!

Salty Taste of his Cum

Jae and his girl friend Breana has been going out for three months, they seemed to love each other but, whereas he wanted it to be a sexual relationship she didn’t. “I don’t want to rush things,” she said, “I’ve seen too many of my friends do that and then regret it.”

He was frustrated because at 21 he had had a number of relationships and all of them involved sex. He didn’t want to be unfaithfully to her but he didn’t want to spend the next year or so jerking off watching porn movies. In the end he decided to phone Letisha, a girl he’d gone out with when he was 19 and who was highly motivated in that regard.

Jae had heard that she was in a relationship but he felt, based on their past experiences together, she would possibly succumb to his charm. Letisha worked as a book-keeper for a tax accountant and so he decided to ask her if she could help him with his taxes as a cover for his real intentions.

In spite of the fact that he not spoken to her in eighteen months she was delighted to hear from him and arranged to meet him at his apartment that very night. He dug out all his tax papers and then prepared some of her favorite snacks and opened up a bottle of red wine to breath.

When she arrived, spot on time as she always was, she was dressed to kill. Her skirt was so short it was hardly worthwhile wearing at all and her top showed her braless tits swinging around whenever she leaned forward.

“You couldn’t have phoned me at a better time Jae,” she said, with quite a serious look on her face, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately – we should never have broken up like we did – we’re meant for each other.”

He was a little taken back by this revelation and tried to turn her attention to the tax papers on the coffee table.

“There’s no need to pretend with me – I know the tax thing was just a ruse to get me here – let’s face it Jae we are completely – and I mean completely – sexually compatible – consequently I decided to cast aside my other romantic ties the moment you rang.”

“That was a bit rash wasn’t it,”

“No it wasn’t – I have to be frank – no one has ever been able to give me the satisfaction that you’ve given me. This last few months I’ve been in a lesbian relationship and that’s not been working either, come on Jae – let’s take our clothes off and fuck like two rabbits – that’s what we use to do and we can do it again.”

Not having much on in the way of clothing she was naked in ten seconds flat while Jae picked up the tax papers once more in an effort to take her mind off of fucking his brains out. She just knocked the papers out of his hand sending them flying into the air and then proceeded to help him to strip.

Latisha had a gorgeous body, big tits, a narrow waistline and a shaved crack that he recollected was as tight as a mouse’s ear. Even though the talk of getting together again had made him nervous, and was not part of his original plan he was feeling as horny as a three peckered toad.

It was impossible to turn back because as she dragged his pants down to the floor she went down with them and the next thing he could feel was her long slender fingers gently stroking his balls and her lips just touching the end of his dick. He held his breath knowing that at any moment she was going to plunge it into her mouth – and she did.

As it went deep into her throat he exhaled, closed his eyes and tried to erase all thoughts of Breana from his mind. He felt a little guilty as she took a few sucks to begin with, taking it out of her mouth occasionally to lick up the sides. But as she kept on diving on it, almost absorbing his entire shaft, he was able to cope with the guilt quite easily.

Latisha, with her thumb and forefinger encircling the base of his dick, continued to slide up and down it until he felt his cum bursting up from his balls and shooting into her mouth. She kept on sucking determined not to waste a drop of the distinctive salty tasting goo she missed for so long.

When she stood up, licking her lips, he put his arms around her and immediately took her to the floor. Now crazy with passion he sucked and licked her tits like a man gone berserk. Latisha’s body was writhing all over the place and she was calling out his name along with, “O fuck, O shit and O fuck,” over and over again.

Jae was beginning to realize that what she had said about being completely sexually compatible was absolutely correct. His whole body felt as if it was on fire, his dick was just as hard as when she sucked it and he couldn’t wait to ram it into her cunt. However, he knew Latisha really wanted him to eat her out, she always loved the way he did it.

When he moved back and opened up her legs she knew what was coming and she immediately started to plead, “Make me cum Jae, please make me cum.” With his head between her thighs his tongue began to explore the inner depths of her pussy. He gently chewed on her pink petals and then inserting one finger in the base of her crack he pulled it down while he licked from one end of her wet cunt to the other.

Latisha threw her arms back in COMPLETE surrender and his pussy fluffer worked its magic and drove her into a state of ecstasy. Soon her body was shaking, he could the muscles in her vagina contracting around his finger and then all hell broke loose as she came big time.

“O Jae you are so fucking good,” she cried out, “You make me cum so good.”

He kissed her gently on the mouth and then RAMMED his throbbing dick into her as far as it would go. She put her hands on the cheeks of his ass urging him to start the action.

He would like to have gone slowly but he was so desperate to cum himself and so he went fast and furious while she called out a continuous STREAM of encouragement, ”Fuck me, fuck me fuck me hard Jae – fuck me hard.”

Her tits were bouncing from side to side and her finger nails were piercing his skin as he pounded her pussy mercilessly. When he felt his cum traveling up from his balls it was his turn to yell and when he SHOT his load inside of her she screamed her head off.

Both breathing heavy he raised himself off of her beautiful BODY just as the door opened and Breana walked in.

Wants it in the Rear

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by Cristiano Caffieri

Mandy Davidson was basically a happily married woman. She had a nice house, a beautiful garden with manicured lawns and a dog named Bambi that she adored. Even her sex life was good, in spite of being almost 45, but there was a little hitch in that regard, her husband Matt was not adventurous – it was the same thing every time they made love.

She had read about anal sex in a number of women’s magazines, it seemed to be the in thing but when she mentioned it to Matt he wouldn’t hear of it.

“It’s unnatural,” he said, “Your ass wasn’t meant for such things.”

Regardless of how many times she asked his answer was always the same and so she thought she would die a virgin, anally speaking that is. However, that was before Ricky Joseph entered the scene. He was a 20 year old student working his way through college doing odd JOBS.

When the tall blonde and very good looking youth called on Mandy asking if she had anything that needed fixing her sex life did come to mind but then she thought of the “Do List,” that she had written up for Matt but he’d never paid any attention to. There were washers to fix in the BATHROOM, some loose tiles in the kitchen and the drape track that had fallen down six months ago in the spare bedroom.

Ricky got stuck in right away and by lunch time he’d COMPLETED all of them. As it was just after twelve she invited him to stay for a bite to eat and they both sat at the kitchen table and didn’t say a word until she broke the silence.

“Could I ask you a PERSONAL question,” she asked, blushing a little as she said it.

He shrugged, said she could, and stopped eating in anticipation.

“Do you have a girl FRIEND?”

“Yes – I do,” he replied.

“Do you have sex with her?”

Ricky looked shocked and cleared his throat before mumbling “Yes.”

“Now it gets really PERSONAL,” she said, “But it’s very important to me and the future of my marriage.”

He listened intently as she told him about her husband’s reluctance to stuff his dick up her ass and the poor young man just sat there with his mouth open.

“Now I know you’re WORKING your way through college and you need a little cash and I’m prepared to pay you three hundred dollars if you fuck me up the bum and,” she added, “I’ll also give you the best blow job you’ve ever had – I mean that.”

Ricky was speechless, he recognize that she was a very good looking woman for her age, she had great legs, a good set of tits from what he could see but she was slightly older than his mother. However, when she left the room for a few minutes and returned with three crisp hundred DOLLAR bills he couldn’t resist the financial rewards and he said “OK.”

Mandy escorted him to the spare bedroom, she didn’t think it was fair for her to fuck a COMPLETE stranger on the marital bed. She quickly slipped off her clothes and when he saw her slim trim body and the fact that her tits were reasonably perky he began to get a big hard on. Of course she was delighted when he took off his clothes and she saw his dick sticking up in the air.

“I don’t like the idea of you just ramming that straight up my pooper,” she smiled, “I’d like a little foreplay first.” And with this she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.

He was not quite expecting that so early in the process and he almost fell backwards as she started to caress his balls and slide up and down his shaft. It felt really good, in fact he thought she was better at it than his girlfriend. And not only that, when he could feel his hot cum shooting up from his balls Mandy took no notice of his warming and just let him discharge the lot in her mouth. That was something his girl just didn’t GO for.

When she got up from her knees he actually took her naked body in his arms and kissed her passionately. She thought that was just wonderful, and then he gently lowered her on to the bed and made for her erect nipples. He licked them first moving his tongue and his lips around her crowns and then he started to suck them hard and kneeded them with his hands at the same time.

Mandy moaned and groaned and whimpered and called out the odd bad word and he just kept working on them. Then when he moved down to her hairy pussy and parted the petals with his fingers, slipping one inside and then two, her body felt as if it was glowing all over. Now his tongue came into PLAY and as he touched the lips of her cunt she almost went berserk, this prompted him to push his pussy fluffer deep into her wet groove and lick and suck until she screamed, “I’m cumming – I’m cumming.”

Her body began to shake violently, which caused the head board to crash against the wall like claps of thunder. Ricky just sat back and watched her as her tits bounced from side to side. Every so often she’d heave her bottom-half up in the air as though her vajajay was in spasm. When she settled down he grabbed a bottle of baby oil, that conveniently sat on the dresser, and greased up his dick.

Treating her a little rougher this time he dragged her towards him and quickly turned her over so that her ass was lined up for his throbbing knob and then he drove it straight into her cavity. She gave an almighty gasp but then relaxed her muscles allowing him to establish a steady rhythm.

When Ricky could feel his goo moving up once more he increased the speed and his balls were crashing against her ass as he made those last forceful strokes.

“FUCKING HELL!,” he called out as he shot his load deep into her ass.

Mandy didn’t actually cum and was a bit disappointed at ass fucking. When Ricky fell on the bed beside her, relaxing after his performance, she began to suck his dick again but paused to ask him if he’d mind fucking her the right way up.

“I know it’s a lot to ask in return for three hundred bucks but I’d love to feel your cock inside my cunt .” she said.

Ricky was too polite to say no but it took a few minutes of Mandy’s sucking and ball kneading to get him back up. When he opened up her legs to slide it in she sighed, and as Goldilocks said, “It was just right.”

In spite of the previous demands put upon the young man he still rallied to the cause and gave her the pussy pounding of her life. As his dick slipped into her naturally lubricated love tunnel he completely forgot their age difference – it felt so good. It took a little extra time for him to cum but when he did it was if the whole of his genitalia was on fire and she responded by screaming and wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

When she climbed into bed that night her husband Matt said that he had a little surprise for her.

“I’ve decided that I’ve been a bit of a prude,” he said, “I was talking to a few of the guys at the office and they all practice anal sex ,” he paused, looked at her and smiled, “I called at the drug store on the way home and bought some KY Jelly. “

She tried to protest saying that she’d had a tiring day but now she couldn’t even turn her back on him as his hardened dick was sticking between her cheeks. With a big sigh, she eventually capitulated and he stuck it deep into her ass.

Maybe it’s because his dick wasn’t quite so wide or as long as Rickys but it felt quite good, and there was an added benefit to enjoying a little bum fun – she knew she wouldn’t get pregnant. THE END

Girls Like That

She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favourite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but she was in my bar, and now, inevitably in my head.

“Leave it alone, Alex,” my bartender laughed. “You’re not her type.”

“I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even hers.” 

Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They were like the Achilles’ heel of good intentions. Smoky eyes, full mouth, breasts jacked up with that tempting swell of jailbait cleavage. And that waist. I could get my hands all the way around a waist like that. I could pull her down onto my lap and do nasty, filthy things with her and she would probably beg for more, simpering, in a voice like burnt sugar, sticky sweet but with some edge.

She knew what I wanted. I made no attempt to hide my predatory stare as I leaned back against the bar, downing Jack Daniel’s to steady my instincts. She was making my blood run faster, and I knew I had to play her just right. Girls like that want to feel like they’re in control of the chase to appease their morals later. I blame it on that annoying spill of ‘Girl Power’ in the ‘90s that bled over into every decade that followed. So much noise about sex when it was all just chemicals and hormones. When you know you both want it, who cares how it’s justified? 

Yeah, she might be a bit of work, that one. I took another swig of my drink, nodded her way and tipped my fedora, breaking into a full grin as she finally took that detour across the floor that would bring her right to me.

The conversation was predictable. She was trying to be clever and not seem obvious. Her name was Chloe and she smelled of some kind of teenage-dream drugstore perfume that brought back memories of junior year in high school. The tight dress she wore was far too trashy by most standards, but she was looking to make an impression and damn, did she ever succeed in spades.

Chloe drank the fruity martini I had the bartender make for her. She giggled and touched her long dark hair self-consciously as she leaned into the bar with that delicious swayback posture that gave her body a sweet s-shaped curve. Fucking tight. I wanted to hoist her up onto the bar and push the whole of my tongue right up into her cherry snatch.

Eventually I grew bored of the small talk, and I knew she had too. She was licking the rim of her martini glass with each lusty gulp and closing the distance of the personal space between us. She was actively pitching to me now, probably thinking about the story she’d tell her girlfriends the next morning, about how she took the initiative and went after what she wanted. I smiled at her, letting her take the reins while I charged the horse from behind. When I finally invited her for a drink in my back office, she was eager and offered me her hand. It was small and slightly sweaty and I grabbed her by the wrist instead.

“Just so you know, I’ve never done this before,” came the requisite promise, tempered with nervous giggles.

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to be gentle with you,” I said, as I shut the door behind us.

My office was cramped with stacked cases of liquor, a modest desk and swivel chair and filing cabinets lining the walls. I turned a small lamp on, just enough to illuminate the outline of those fantastic curves. I dropped my fedora on the desk and sat down, sighing out loud as I surveyed my pretty little thing shifting her weight from one stilettoed foot to the other.

“Are you going to let me play with you?”

“Yes.”

I enjoyed her lack of pretences, now that we were alone.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap.”

I was especially pleased when those coltish legs spread and she straddled me, her hair brushing my cheek as she leaned in to press her tongue against my ear.

I hadn’t been wrong about this one at all.

“You like being a little slut, don’t you, Chloe?” I whispered teasingly, knowing it risked a slap across the face.

Her grin was positively pornographic. “I couldn’t say no. I feel like I wanna do dirty things with you. Be bad.”

I pried her lips apart and filled her mouth with my tongue as my hands pushed the flimsy fabric of her shiny dress up the small expanse of her thighs. No panties, of course. She was like a tiny doll in my lap, all long hair and fresh curves. My hands moved under her ass, pulling the cheeks apart like the ripe flesh of some exotic sun-warmed fruit. My finger played with her puckered knot, while the others began wedging firmly into her cunt. I was stretching it, pushing two digits in and then three, while sweet Chloe shamelessly sucked my tongue as though it was a cock. She was grinding on my pant leg, no doubt leaving a juicy stain to make her mark. Filthy little thing. I fucking loved girls like that.

I grabbed the half-finished bottle of Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel off my desk and uncorked it.

“Show me how you fuck.”

I thrust the weighty bottle between us, leaving the length of the ridged glass stem tilted upward, and watched Chloe center herself over it. In the dim lighting, I could just make out the gorgeous sight of her tight pussy lips blossoming around the mouth of the bottle as she slid down onto it, erotically impaled. She threw her head back and I grabbed luscious handfuls of her breasts as she fucked that whiskey bottle. Up and down, her snatch slid over the thick glass. The movement caused the liquid to slosh upward, giving her steaming pussy a bath of potent alcohol. God, she knew how to ride. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I roughly lifted her up onto the desk, while simultaneously taking long swigs from the pussy-warmed bottle. I could taste her youthful musk and the sharp malt of the liquor as it burned down my throat. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me, taking another generous mouthful before spitting it into hers. The sight of her pretty pout dripping with whiskey was irresistible. I kissed her hard, pinning her down and almost ripping the front of her cheap dress as I freed those perfect breasts. She was nearly breathless as my drunken lips sucked on each nipple. My hand cupped her mound as my fingers thrust inside her, urgently fucking her dripping cunt.

“I need a taste of you now,” I moaned into her neck.

Once my tongue had finally plunged into her wet folds, she melted under my oral manipulations, writhing on my desk and biting the back of her knuckles. I took my time, splashing whiskey over her smooth snatch and sucking it off her skin like an addict. I fingered her ass and plied her clit until she rolled with orgasms, bucking under my tongue and covering my mouth with tangy juices.

Really, I could have worshipped that pussy all night. It was just that sweet.

The intercom was what eventually interrupted us. Fuck. I was needed back at the bar. She was like a drug. I was buzzed and still craving the next hit. I put my number into her phone and promised that we’d pick up the second act after I’d finished for the night. She didn’t whine about it. Those trembling thighs reassured me that her sexuality was still on my hook. I told her to fix herself up and head back to the main bar when she was ready, knowing a girl like her would want to take her time.

“I don’t even know your name,” she mused, as she applied lipgloss in the small mirror on the wall. 

I came up behind her and for a brief moment, our reflections merged as one. Then I stepped to the side, ran my fingers through my long jet-black mane and swiped some of her gloss across my lips.

“It’s Alexandria,” I told her. “But everyone calls me Alex.”

We both smiled as I closed the door behind me. We had a mutual appreciation of girls like that.

Back to school

Sue and I enjoyed sex a lot, whenever, wherever we could, as often as possible, and then we got married. At first it was great, lying naked together with the freedom of a big bed to roll on, and no rush for time, but, all night, every night ! After a while, sleeping together became just that. We still enjoyed sex, but not very often, and it usually needed something different in our routine to initiate it. I don’t think either of us had realised that until Sue got the invitation to go to her old school reunion party. Sue wanted to go. We lived in a nearby village now, so she had lost touch with all of her school friends. It should be good to meet some of them again and find out what had happened to them.


　

　
We started to talk about the old days, remembering things. We started having lots of sex again. Sue told me about some of her boyfriends, especially the ones she had dated when at school. Her confessions always excited me. We would have sex again. Sue claimed that she had never had full intercourse with any of the boys whilst still at school, but her stories of broken bra straps and lost knickers always turned me on. She told me that she became an expert at wanking boys off (her sister had told her that was the best way to avoid getting pregnant) but she never got chance to practice her skills now. I didn’t ask her to prove it, we had sex again.


We were both looking forward to going. Sue searched out the dress she had worn for the final dance night at school, hoping that it would still fit. She promised I would like it. I did. It was probably a bit more tight and a little more short than when she was at school, but that made it even more sexy. The short skirt fell down from a high waist, just below her bust. above that just two straps that fastened around her neck halter style, leaving most of her back and her shoulders bare, and the side of her breasts.
"The boys loved this", Sue told me, whilst pulling the straps into the centre, between her breasts, leaving both tits uncovered. I loved it too. I managed to persuade her to wear nylons and suspenders, instead of tights, so that she might really make an impression. We had sex again, and this was only a dress rehearsal. I didn’t see much of her on the day of the party because she spent most of the day having her hair and make up done, but, when we were both ready to go out, she looked fantastic.


We started as soon as the taxi pulled away, sitting in the back seat and snogging like teenagers. Sue was wearing a jacket, but had not bothered to fasten it, so I very quickly got to experiment with the straps on her dress. It worked just as easily as she had promised during the demonstration, although I only uncovered the one breast I was playing with.
"Careful, the driver will see", Sue whispered into my ear.

"Good. They are well worth looking at", I replied and uncovered the other breast for his benefit. I started to suck on that one. Before long I had my hand up her skirt.

"He can see my knickers now", she whispered in a giggle.

"Yes, they’ll have to go", I replied.

"No", once again from Sue, but I was already pulling at them. She lifted her bum up off the seat to make it easier for me, then helped me to slide them down her legs. With her knickers in my pocket I had complete freedom to play with her cunt. It soon became very wet. We were both remembering how much fun it used to be. I was still rubbing her when we arrived at the venue. The driver turned the light on and turned around to watch. Of course we stopped, but Sue was far too concerned about pulling her breasts back into the top of her dress to notice the driver staring at her cunt whilst I searched for my wallet.


The party was not being held at the school, but a nearby hotel. We were welcomed at the entrance by a woman that Sue recognised, who pretended not to recognise Sue.
"Bitch !" Sue almost shouted as she whispered into my ear after being forced to show her invitation before being directed to the ballroom. "She used to be head girl. I’ll leave you to guess how she got that title", she said, showing a sarcasm I wasn’t used to. Once inside, she saw several girls that she also recognised, who did recognise her. I was introduced to some, but soon abandoned, finding my way to the bar whilst Sue toured the room talking to her old friends. I found three guys, looking just as lost as me, to talk to. They had actually attended the school, but not many of the old boys had turned up, so had not found any old friends to chat with. They were more than happy to share a few beers with me.

"Which one is your wife ?" John asked. We had all been eyeing up the women and making comments. Sometimes one of the lads would tell me that he used to date that one, if we happened to approve of her appearance now. I think John had suddenly realised the danger of confessing that he had dated Sue.

"The one not wearing any underwear", I replied.

"And how am I expected to find that out ?" he asked in reply, laughing with me.

"She’ll be very disappointed if you don’t" I told him, which I think excited him. Sue was standing with her back to us, talking to two other girls at the time. John had just confessed to having dated her, although he did not know that she was my wife. I went up to her, interrupting her conversation with a kiss on the cheek, and stroking her bum, lifting her skirt just enough to give the lads a sneak preview as I did so. I told her that I had been talking to one of her old boyfriends and wanted to see if she remembered him. She did.

"He was never really a boyfriend. We just had one date", Sue told us.

"That’s right. You left me for a rugby player on our first date. I didn’t even get to walk you home. You still owe me a goodnight kiss", John added, filling us all in on the story of their past love life. Sue laughed and apologised, telling him to come and find her later. Sue then led me off to introduce me to some of her old friends that she had found, all women and all now married. Hardly any of the women had brought their husbands, and very few of the old boys had turned up, so when the dancing started it was mostly girls dancing together. I did dance with Sue, although we also had a few drinks.


Towards the end of the evening they turned the lights right down and played a few slow songs. Whilst dancing with Sue I steered her into a dark corner and pushed her against the wall. We were acting like teenagers again, snogging passionately. I uncovered one of her tits and played with it for a while before pushing my hand up inside the front of her skirt, almost surprising myself to discover that she was not wearing knickers. Her cunt soon became very wet. I heard the d.j. announce last orders at the bar.
"Go get the pretty lady a drink. I’ve come to claim that goodnight kiss", John said with his hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from my wife. Sue giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. I went to buy us both drinks. There was a long queue at the bar. When I came back they were still kissing. John had his hand up inside her skirt. I was fairly sure that he had found out that she was without knickers. Sue was not complaining. She still had both arms around his neck. I stood, holding a drink in each hand, watching for at least two minutes before the lights came on. The kissing couple separated.

I handed Sue her drink. John’s two friends appeared and handed him one. They must have both been watching and waiting. We all found a table and sat down. I announced that I was going to call the taxi firm - our return trip had not been pre booked because we had no idea what time we would want to leave. John offered us a ride home in his taxi. I already knew that he lived in the same village as us, but I was telling him that there would not be room. He promised that there was, because he had booked a proper taxi, the old black ones that seat six passengers, so there was plenty of room.

"Were you all hoping to trap off ?" Sue asked when hearing that they had booked a taxi for six. John just looked at her and smiled. It was his friend Rob who told us that it was his brother driving the taxi, so they had got it cheap. After Sue agreed to share the ride home Jim somehow managed to get us another round of drinks, even though the bar had closed. Sue said he was very clever, thanked him with a kiss and even allowed him to uncover one of her nipples. He left it showing. I’m not sure Sue noticed, but we all did.


It was a proper taxi, the type with two bench seats in the back, both facing each other. All the lads sat next to each other, travelling backwards, and facing us. Sue responded immediately when I kissed her, allowing me to uncover both tits, even though she knew we were being watched. By the time I got my hand up her skirt she was past caring, or maybe the idea turned her on; she was already wet. After rubbing her cunt for a few minutes I pushed my fingers inside and finger fucked her until she cum. I left her skirt pulled up, making sure all three lads could see her cunt lips, open and throbbing, when I kissed her mouth again.
"My turn". We had stopped kissing, Sue had sat up straight, pulled her skirt back down, then noticed that John had taken his dick out and was stroking it when she made her threat. She reached across the aisle between us and took hold of it. Seeing Sue pulling on John’s dick, the other two lads both got their dick out too. Sue noticed. She let go of John and took both new dicks into her hands. Whilst holding a dick in each hand she leaned even further forward and took the one in the middle into her mouth.


John tried to fuck her mouth with it, but Sue pulled her head away. She let go of both dicks, but then took the one on her left in both hands and sucked on his helmet for about a minute before switching to the one on the right and treating Jim to the same treatment. After that, she went back to John. Holding his dick with one hand, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and rubbed the head of his penis against it until she made him cum. He squirted his cum all over her face. Sue took a packet of tissues out of her bag, used one to wipe her face clean, then gave the boys one each.
She took hold of Rob’s dick, pointing it up towards his belly, then stretched her hand out straight to cover its entire length with it. She used her flat hand to rub his dick up and down against his own body until she made him cum too, this time shooting his sperm into the tissue she had provided. Jim was frantically pulling on his dick as he watched, but Sue was not going to miss him out. She asked John to move across to the other side so that she could sit between the other two lads. Rob was still cleaning himself up as Sue used both hands to take hold of Jim’s dick. Holding his shaft in one hand, she rubbed the side of his purple dome against the palm of the other hand, rapidly. It took her less than a minute to make him cum.

"My sister taught me how to do that", she said to me, whilst sitting up straight between the two lads, both of whom still had their dick sticking out of their pants, both still hard.

"I’m self taught", John replied. He pushed Sue’s legs apart and dropped onto his knees between them, pushing his head between her thighs and licking her cunt. Sue grabbed hold of the dicks on each side of her and squeezed them hard. With Sue holding their dicks, both lads uncovered her tits and sucked on a nipple each. Sue had a man sucking each tit, a dick in each hand, and a third man eating her cunt., whilst I watched. She almost jumped off her seat when she jerked through her orgasm.

She lurched back to my side of the cab and hugged me. She was sitting between me and John. Her skirt was up high and he was stroking her bum. Both tits were uncovered and I was squeezing one of them as I kissed her. This is the sight that Rob’s brother was treated to when he opened the door. We were home. None of us had noticed that the cab had stopped. I had to push Sue up into sitting straight before she realised. Her skirt was up around her waist and both tits uncovered as she staggered out of the cab.

"No charge", Rob’s brother said as she stood up straight on the pavement. Sue kissed him on the cheek. He rubbed his hand across her cunt. John smacked her arse, which was still uncovered. I managed to climb out and join her.

"Hope to see you again", John said.

"You know where we live", I replied. We were outside our house.