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A HALF PINT MORE OF PASSION ON THE BAYOU

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I couldn t believe it when I read last month s story Passion on the Bayou, for I had a strikingly similar experience that I felt I should share with Variations readers.

Last fall I took a trip to New Orleans, which turned out to be one of the most sensuous times of my life. In the city where debauchery reigns supreme, I had a terrific time bar hopping, checking out the local brass bands and stuffing myself with all the greasy but delicious Cajun delights. But after a week of overindulgence, I was ready for a break, so I rented a car and headed out to bayou country, hoping to catch one of the swamp tours mentioned in my guide book.

Unfortunately, I got there at four o clock and missed all of the scheduled tours, so I drove up and down the levee, asking people at the docks if they knew anyone who might take me out. Finally I was referred to a guy who lived in one of the houseboats lodged at the dock. I knocked, and a heavy twanged southern accent told me to enter. Inside the one room houseboat, I saw a tall, lanky, rather grizzled man in his mid fifties tumbling out of bed. I was slightly put off at first, but then he introduced himself as Half Pint and began chatting quite amicably, even showing me the two flying squirrels he kept as pets.

The tour was incredible, and Half Pint kept me entertained with his tales of the swampland and bayou country, telling me of the two years he spent driving his houseboat around the 150 miles of swamp. He pointed out baby gators and blue herons, and I was captivated by the mystery of the twisting inlets and winding trees.

I became more and more charmed by Half Pint as he spoke and was quite drawn to him. His dark blue eyes sparkled from his heavily lined face, which was covered with a grayish brown scruff, and his smile spread across his face like the brilliant sunset that was painting itself on the sky before us. Half Pint said he especially loved drifting along in the enigmatic beauty and stillness of the swamp at night. I couldn t keep my mind from picturing all the things that Half Pint and I could do under that heavy blanket of darkness.

But it was getting very nippy and we headed back, Half Pint inviting me in for a shot of whiskey to kill the chill. He showed me pictures of the many animals he had raised or tended to over the years, and I was beginning to brim over with desire for this modern day Dr. Doolittle. And when the conversation turned to food and Half Pint informed me, with a wink in his eye, of his love of raw oysters, I quickly took my opportunity and invited Half Pint out to dinner. As we drove off, one of Half Pint s friends asked where we were going, and he jokingly called out, She s gonna take me out and molest my body. Oh, if he only knew the half of it.

Dinner was great, with Half Pint repeatedly ordering a dozen more oysters and some champagne, giving me that sexy wink of his and saying, Ya know what oysters and champagne do to a woman, don t ya? Did I ever. As if I wasn t feeling horny enough before. I sensed that the sexual tension was mounting, but I wasn t sure if it might just be Half Pint s southern charm. But when he offered to let me stay on his boat so I wouldn t have to drive back in the dark, I didn t hesitate a moment.

Back at the houseboat, Half Pint fired up the wood burning stove and put on some country music. As we sat at his tiny table, he told me more of his swamp adventures and I told him all about my life in New York, conveniently leaving out my live in boyfriend. Just as I was contemplating how to make my move, Half Pint looked me straight in the eye and said, You know, Steph, you re mighty pretty, and that ain t just the oysters talking.

With that, he leaned forward and brushed my long blonde hair out of my face, then cupped my chin in his large rough hands and drew me in for a gentle kiss on the lips. After withdrawing for a moment, I then placed my hands on his stubbly cheeks and drew him in for another kiss, this time parting his soft lips with my tongue and probing the inside of his mouth. He responded passionately, and soon I moved over and straddled his lap, never breaking our heated kiss.

Half Pint s gnarled hands tentatively touched my buttocks as I ground my pelvis slightly against his, but he started kneading fervently when my hands began groping his body and unbuttoning his worn shirt. His chest hair was coarse against my hands and I ran my fingers through it as we kissed, seeking out his small nipples and tugging on them gently. Half Pint moaned and ran his hands up under my shirt, then began fiddling with my bra strap.

After a few moments of grappling, he managed to unhook my bra and move his huge hands moved around to cup my breasts. They seemed to be practically swallowed up by the sea of his palms, and his rough fingertips toying with my sensitive nipples sent tingles coursing straight to my pussy. I groped for Half Pint s crotch, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. He wore no underwear, and his cock sprang right out into my eager hands like a jack in the box given that final crank.

Now, I ve heard that you can tell the size of a man s cock by looking at his hands, and Half Pint sure proved that doctrine to be true. I curled my hand around his massive member, stroking gently over the many thick veins that twisted throughout the slightly curved shaft like the knots on an old tree. Half Pint groaned and ran his coarse hands over my stomach and down past the waistband of my jeans. I released his cock and got off him just long enough to strip off my pants and underwear, then straddled my swamp king once again.

I slid my aching pussy slowly along the length of his shaft, delighting in the sensation of each vein working its way over my swollen clitoris. We began grinding in a steady rhythm, moving in sync until we could not stand the sweet torture for another second. Half Pint finally gasped, Oh, Steph, it s so good, I got to be up in there. I quickly obliged by standing up for a moment, then lowering my slick channel down to engulf his love pole.

I let him enter me slowly, savoring each ripple of his cock against my cunt walls, then began to grind slowly up and down. Half Pint threw his head back and gasped when I slid up until just the very tip of his cock was still inside me, then slammed my pelvis down in one quick stroke. Half Pint licked his enormous thumb and then placed it on my clit, rubbing in steady circles as I posted up and down on him. I clutched his chest and began to cry out long and deep as the tremors of orgasm approached, and I imagined my cries carrying into the mysterious blackness of the swamp.

With the murky scent of the swamp tantalizing my senses, I thought of how isolated we were just me and my mystery swamp lover in this magical paradise. That idea sent me over the edge, and I exploded in one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, clutching Half Pint s shoulders in desperation as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. When I recovered enough to move, I ever so slowly slid my cunt up Half Pint s cock, then slammed down so he was buried inside me. That did it for him, and he grunted and clutched my buttocks as he shot streams of hot come into my welcoming pussy.

Forget New Orleans I spent the rest of my vacation on the houseboat with Half Pint, reveling in the beauty of the swamp and his cock. One time we even did it in his boat in the middle of the swamp as a large alligator looked on from the bank. You can bet your bottom dollar that I ll be returning to my swamp god the first chance I get. I don t know what it is about the bayou, but it sure seems to bring out the passion in us all!

Ms. S.R., New York

ONE SPECIAL PERSON HAS BROUGHT TO LIFE MY DARKEST FANTASIES

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My master has asked that I write to you, explaining the evolution of our relationship. I will try to be as honest as I can in order to please him by my obedience, because he is the fulfillment of years of searching for one special person to bring to life my most intimate fantasies.

I call him master because that is what he is to me. In my working life I am a high powered, in charge executive, constantly making decisions in a very demanding environment. At home, I am his slave. He literally controls my life. He has taken my heart, searched my depths and molded me for his pleasure and mine.

I thrive on the stress of my job, but I always need an escape, something more than a Caribbean cruise or dinner with the girls. I need to let go of all that control, to have someone else be in charge, to be literally unable to say no.

I m a petite, attractive woman, and I have always used my assets to good advantage, whether it be in a business deal or in love. Because I tend to be aggressive, outgoing and outspoken, many men find me intimidating. To be fair, I often do push their buttons just to see if any of them have the balls to put me in my place. I wasn t looking for a courtier to kneel at my feet I was looking for a black knight to overwhelm me.

That s exactly what happened. I pushed and he pushed back. He showed me his dark side, and it devastated me. I was hooked. When he broached a code of behavior and his expectations to me, I agreed willingly and signed the contract he drew up. He became my master and I his slave, but it wasn t until another evening that it all became more than a game.

A day and time were set a list of instructions was delivered. I was to pick him up at a local shopping center and we would return to his house. I was wearing a short dress, heels, stockings and garter belt. No panties. On my wrists were a pair of leather cuffs he had given me earlier. As he slid into the car, he voiced his approval of my attire. His voice was soft, and I had to pay close attention.

I was not to speak unless directed to. I was to obey his commands without hesitation. All of this we had discussed beforehand he was simply reaffirming our contract, making sure I fully understood. He was still an enigma to me in many ways, though I worshiped him. The drive to his house was quiet, my thoughts unfocused. I was tense with desire and anticipation, and my pussy was already wet.

My hands shook a little as I poured him a drink. At his gesture I knelt at his feet and heard him say that he was disappointed in me. I was shocked and almost voiced my protest, but wisely kept silent. He knew I had not fully believed our contract was real. I looked down, blushing. He had seen it all, and he was telling me that he was quite serious about our bargain. He was exactly the person who could dispense that mix of pain and pleasure I so desired. He was the partner I had sought for so long. Would he reject me before I could make my surrender?

He lifted my chin in his hand and looked at me intently. His other hand held a small pair of scissors, with which he began to cut my dress to shreds as if he was peeling some exotic fruit. The snip of the little shears and their cold touch made me shiver. This was real, and he was trusting me to follow through. He tore away the last of the flimsy fabric and I knelt before him, clad only in the garter belt, stockings and heels, the cuffs about my wrists.

He took my wrists and secured the cuffs in front of me. His eyes were dark and seemed to be looking through me as he told me of his plans to make me his toy, his possession, his slave. He told me how he would shape me to be the vessel of his desire. Rising, he pulled me up and stood me in the middle of the room, then went away. I waited until he returned, his chest now bare above the belt of his trousers, a riding crop in his hand.

Almost harshly he told me to kneel and accept what he gave. He would see, he said, just how much I desired to be his slave. As I knelt on all fours he moved behind me. The sound of the crop slicing through the air was little warning as the leather cut into the soft flesh of my ass, leaving it instantly blazing. He raised the crop again and landed several more strokes on my now burning bottom.

He pulled me to my feet and hauled me into his bedroom, forcing me to watch in the mirrored wall beside the bed as he turned me over his knee and spanked me right on top of the stripes the crop had left.

By now my ass was flaming, and he exclaimed with pleasure over its beautiful shade of red, so hot, so intense. He released my hands and demanded that I release his throbbing cock. His erection was long and already hard, beautiful and glistening with pre come. It looked as though it was about to burst from internal heat and pressure.

Fuck me with your mouth, he ordered. Make me want to keep you. I swallowed as much of his prodigious shaft as I could. He wasn t interested in any gentle sucking or licking, only in ramming his length into my throat over and over again. To my surprise he did not allow me to taste his nectar, but hauled me back into the center of the room and forced me over the front of a chair, my ass in the air. I was overwhelmed by the spontaneity of his actions and could utter only simple groans of pleasure. I clung to the bare wooden chair back, reckless thoughts racing through my head.

No curtains covered the windows, and whoever might have looked in on us would have seen his arm rising and falling as he delivered repeated blows to my naked buttocks. I was determined not to break, not to show myself as weak. I didn t break: I drifted into another state of consciousness entirely. It was the blazing pain that turned to pleasure that drove me crazy with desire for him. I wanted him to bury his cock deep in my cunt and fuck me forever.

The crop fell still at his side. I clenched in anticipation of another slash, listening to his ragged breathing behind me. He did not speak, but moved in front of me, perspiring heavily. The crop was held very tightly in his right hand while his left hand was clenched around its tip. He stood there, silent, for what seemed an eternity.

Slowly he spoke. I am proud of you. You have pleased me greatly and you should be proud too. With that, he raised me up and led me over to the mirrors. My ass was a series of raised welts, red, blue and purple. The fire burned like nothing I had ever felt before. He pressed me down onto the bed, face first, and lowered himself on top of my tender ass. His gorgeous cock filled my cunt. So hot with desire was I that I came time and again before he exploded inside me.

Thus began my venture into the dark. It has been five years since my first initiation as his slave, the true beginning of a lifetime s training. I now realize that what I experienced that night was but a fraction of what my master is capable of giving me. As our adventure together continues, he has allowed me many opportunities to prove my loyalty and devotion to him, for I am forever willing to serve his every desire. Pain/pleasure and the freedom of submission have become my best friends. I honor him and his ability to conquer the animal inside me that men before him fled. And most of all, I thank him for keeping me and accepting my submission.

Ms. A.D., California

SWEET SUGAR DADDY DELIGHTS HIS BIG DOLL WITH SURPRISE GIFTS OF INTIMATE APPAREL

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My Sammy is such a sweetheart! He s been my lover for almost a year now. Some think we make an odd couple I m a tall twenty five year old, and I ve done some modeling, while Sammy is only about five foot four and in his fifties. He may not be tall, dark and handsome, but he has a heart of gold, especially when it comes to me. He takes me out and shows me a good time, but he especially likes outfitting me in sexy lingerie of his choosing.

Even though Sammy doesn t have the body of a muscular young man, I still find him masculine so much so that I feel very feminine when I m with him. The lingerie helps, too. The velvet bustiers, the see through nighties, the matching lace bra and panty sets make me extremely aware of my curvaceous body. My boyfriends in the past never bought me sexy undergarments to wear they left that up to me. But with Sammy it s different. I put myself in his loving hands, and he does the rest.

Sounding very much like Humphrey Bogart, he said to me for the first time, Here, sweetheart, I bought you something, as he handed me a shiny powder pink shopping bag. How could I have known then that this would become a monthly ritual? I pulled something out that was wrapped in tissue paper a royal blue camisole with matching panties. I gasped, fingering the exquisitely smooth material. That will go lovely with your blonde hair, Sammy said, smiling sweetly. I stroked his cheek, thanking him, and strolled into the bathroom to try on my new things. When I emerged, Sammy told me I looked gorgeous.

I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth before he pulled away to rub his balding head against my chest, obviously enjoying the feel of the satin on his face. His hands were about to enjoy the feel of my breasts, which he describes as voluptuous. I was always the biggest chested girl in school, and not because I was fat. Sammy s hands slipped under the camisole like a gentle breeze and cupped my breasts as if they were fragile stones. Through the satin, he first rubbed his cheeks against them and then mouthed each one. I leaned over, holding him close, and caught our erotically bizarre reflection in the bedroom mirror my platinum blonde hair cascading over the back of his head.

I led him to our bed, where he continued to worship my breasts. He kissed, he nuzzled, he touched, but not once did he lift the camisole. My erect nipples nudged enticingly against the satin, which was no longer royal blue in those areas but rather a midnight blue because of Sammy s oral attention. We wound up fucking, with Sammy pulling aside the crotch of my panties instead of taking them off me.

Sammy s a terrific lover, always attentive, and he never comes before I do. He may be older than the other guys I ve dated, but he s definitely not short on staying power. His cock is bigger than you may think, too.

I love to kiss his head while he s paying attention to my breasts. It s exactly what I was doing the day he came home with another powder pink shopping bag, yet another intimate purchase. Sammy had bought me the most beautiful virgin white corset and thigh high stockings. To this day it s still my favorite ensemble, for which I ve even set aside a private drawer in my armoire. I call the corset and thigh highs my wedding outfit.

Now Sammy was rubbing his face against the French lace, and I was planting tender kisses to his bald spot as I fantasized we were newlyweds. Sammy? I started. Will you please help me remove my stockings?

Anything for you, sweetheart, he said.

He got down on his knees and slowly rolled down one stocking, kissing my leg, each inch of it, as it was bared. His warm, soft lips on my freshly shaved calves sent ripples through my thighs to my pussy. He rolled the delicate hose the rest of the way down my leg, paying just as much, if not more, attention to my ankle and toes. Then he repeated the process on my other leg.

This time he hadn t bought me panties to wear, so naturally when he looked up he saw my pussy in all its naked glory. Sweet Sammy brought his face up to my V, resting his nose just below my labia, and next I felt his tongue reach out to taste me. Well, I was so turned on that I could ve melted right there on the spot. I spread my legs a little wider, lowering myself, and rested my hands on Sammy s shoulders while he lapped away at my well of desire. My clitoris was as hard as an olive pit.

But last night is a night I ll always remember. Again the shiny pink shopping bag, of course, with lovely articles of lingerie to slip on. But Sammy went a little on the wild side this time, what with his choice of a zebra print bra and matching panties. Wow, I exclaimed, I never knew they made something like this!

Only the best for my girl, Sammy winked.

Well, I needed an attitude to go along with this sultry outfit. If Sammy wanted a wild woman, he d get exactly that.

Like usual, I tried on my new things in the bathroom while Sammy waited patiently in the bedroom. The bra barely contained my big, round breasts, and I inhaled deeply, admiring the way my breasts pressed right up against the tight and shiny material. The matching panties were French cut, baring my slender hips. Having slipped into my lingerie, which I just loved, I applied a dark rouge to my high cheekbones, and burgundy lipstick. The last thing I did before letting Sammy drink me in was flip my head over and brush out my blonde locks, then flip my head back. Now my wild looking hair matched the rest of me.

I strutted out and turned in a circle for my cute little man to see. The look on his face was like none I had ever seen before his tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. I ve never felt more desirable as I took the reins this time, pulling off Sammy s trousers. His cock was already hard in his boxers and waiting for action. I pulled them off as well and started going to town on Sammy, slurping the length of his cock before completely devouring the entire thing. I knew I had him when his knees began to buckle. Next his copious load was dribbling down my thirsty throat. Later that night we fucked like rabbits.

I can t wait to see what he brings me next month!

Ms. Karyn R., Chicago, Illinois

SHARING A PASSION FOR SEXY LINGERIE WITH A LUSTY WOMAN OH, WHAT JOY!

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It was a hot, sultry afternoon, and I was on my way back to my hotel after an arduous sales conference. All I wanted to do was take a shower and slip into something soft and sensual. My passion for lingerie travels my sales route with me, and I always pack something nice to wear as I unwind.

Nevertheless, my mother raised her son to be a gentleman, and the sight of a lady in distress beside her broken down Lincoln Continental was more than I had the heart to pass by. That she was a drop dead gorgeous brunette in a short silk dress added to my chivalric impulse.

Her name was Annette, and it quickly became obvious that her car s engine was beyond our collective attempts at diagnosis and repair. I called a tow truck on my cell phone, and after he arrived to take the car I offered Annette a lift to my hotel when we discovered the repair would take at least a day.

She accepted, and the soft and delicate lace of her petticoat stirred my loins as she settled into my front seat. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled as if reading my mind.

I carried her bags to her room, which turned out to be just down the hall from mine, and retired for my shower, telling her I d leave my door unlatched if she cared to come by before dinner. I was in the shower when she came in and called that she would make herself comfortable and bring me something suitable to put on. I froze in my tracks, thinking of the repercussions if she discovered my secret.

When I finally found the nerve to emerge, I found my favorite white satin tap pants and lace bordered chemise hanging neatly on the towel rack. I dried off quickly and decided that if Annette was still there (she was) I might as well put on what she d selected. My head pounded as I slipped the satin over my pulsing cock. I didn t know what to expect, but erotic ideas chased each other through my mind.

I came out of the bathroom to discover Annette sitting on the side of the bed, clad only in a slip, panties, lacy garter belt and stockings. Her nipples were hard beneath the satin. She patted the bed beside her and said she was thrilled to find a man who shared her passion for sexy lingerie.

She then asked me to put on my own garter belt and stockings to complete my outfit, and she helped me remove the tap pants and fastened the garter belt for me. Then she gently pushed me down on the bed and rolled the stockings up my legs. The feeling was electric. I had always fantasized about making passionate love to a woman while wearing my lingerie, and I was as hard as steel, leaking pre come onto the satin.

Slowly, Annette kissed her way down to my cock and took it all into her mouth. She was softer than satin, and I nearly came the moment she touched me. I warned her, but she kept on sucking and licking passionately until I erupted with a molten stream that made my spine tingle. She swallowed it all, then rose, smiling, to kiss me on the lips and share the saltiness of my come.

I kissed her back and pulled down the straps of her slip, exposing her small, perfectly rounded breasts. I carefully raised her slip and pulled her white panties aside to expose her tender flesh. As I softly slid my tongue along the top of her thigh, we both lay back on the bed. She was moaning with delight, and I did my utmost to bring her to as explosive an orgasm as she had given me.

Annette s moans increased the fervor of my tongue, and she dissolved into such violent spasms I could scarcely hold her down. My emotions broke wide open as I realized that she had discovered my secret and seemed to understand completely. My cock was rising again, and as she felt its returning hardness she begged me to take her.

After a minute or two of opening her pussy with the head of my cock, I rolled her onto her stomach and gently entered her. As I slid in, she raised herself on knees and elbows, and we fucked doggy style. As I pumped, I reached down and fingered the little nub of her clitoris, stroking it and making her internal muscles clasp me tighter.

She met my every thrust and milked me to the point where I was beyond control. I never wanted to pull out, but the familiar tingling signaled that my impending orgasm had reached the point of no return. I came with an intensity that made my ears ring. Annette s juices mingled with mine as our cries blended, and we collapsed, totally drained.

We showered together playfully, and she picked out fresh lingerie for me to wear under my suit when I took her to dinner. Then she led me down the hall to her room, and I had a wonderful time choosing a sexy outfit for her to wear.

We slept in each other s arms, both in silk nighties, and woke to the pleasure of each other s mouth. After breakfast, to our delight, we discovered that her car repairs would take another day. I had to meet with clients, but Annette said she intended to spend the day shopping for a suitable present for her gallant rescuer, and we could look forward to another evening of shared delight.

I was smiling so broadly that my first client thought I had scored a major corporate account, but I only shook my head enigmatically, thinking of Annette and white satin.

Mr. Thomas L., Biloxi, Mississippi

HAUGHTY MODEL HUMBLED BY AVOWED CONNOISSEUR OF FINE UNDERTHINGS

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I have always enjoyed sharing the delights of my body with others, so it was only natural that I gravitated toward a career as a model. I really enjoy playing the ice princess, strutting down the runway with that I dare you look that leaves men panting. Even with the hectic pace of most shows, I end up hot and wanting to be fucked as soon as possible.

For some reason, I rarely model lingerie. Maybe that s just as well, since the very idea of parading around in lacy silk and satin underthings comes close to taking me past the point where I can maintain a professional manner. Nevertheless, when an old friend called and asked if I would be available for an evening show at a famous lingerie house, I leaped at the chance. It was to be a small, private event for a few wealthy gentlemen, all strictly innocent.

I smiled as I put down the telephone and played with my clit as I imagined just how private and naughty such an evening could get. Shivers went through me, and I came with a vision of rich gentlemen masturbating madly as I passed, just out of reach. I hoped they would enjoy themselves as much as I planned to.

When I arrived, the show manager told me he had chosen the top of the line for me, from a modest silk chemise to a tight satin waist cincher with long garters and lots of lace. I was in seventh heaven already. The music started, and we paraded out. My nipples were already straining at the satin I was playing to the audience as never before. Each time I went backstage to change, the panties I discarded were more moist than before.

One gentleman particularly attracted my attention. He was very handsome and seemed to be utterly comfortable in his exquisitely tailored suit. He seemed to be appraising my body as well as the silky things displayed on it, and his attitude made me long to make his cock hard for me. His challenging gaze was the flip side of my own fuck me if you can look. I was melting under it.

For my last turn I was wearing a floor length silk robe. As I pivoted, I opened it to show my full breasts barely covered in a lacy underwired demi bra. My waist was tightly held by a cream satin cincher with garters attached to creamy lace stockings. Matching French cut panties covered my firm ass with satin and my crotch with a panel of lace that on impulse I had pulled a little too high. My full pussy lips were clearly outlined by the tight fabric. A flicker of disapproval crossed the announcer s face, but he brightened as he saw smiles on the faces of the onlookers. All but my special gentleman he was still impassive. Not until I brushed past him did I see even a tiny crack in his composure. Even that might have been my imagination.

I had a wonderful evening, and I planned to top it off by going out for a drink at a club and maybe picking up a good looking guy for the night. Into the dressing room burst my friend, grinning like the Cheshire cat. It was supposed to be against house policy, she told me, but the coldly handsome man I d been eyeing had asked to meet me. I was delighted! He was human after all. When I had washed up and repaired my makeup I went out to greet my admirer.

Arthur bowed slightly and kissed my hand in Continental fashion, then asked if I would do him the honor of a private show at his hotel. I knew very well where that was leading, and I kept my face gravely professional as I said that for him I would make an exception to my usual rule against such things. He directed a member of the sales staff to put a number of parcels into his limo, and we drove off in silence.

When we arrived in his suite, he explained that he had become something of a connoisseur of fine lingerie and had chosen a few of his favorite pieces for me to model for him. He gestured toward the boxes, now lying open on the table, and I agreed that he was indeed most knowledgeable. He had chosen the very garments I would love to own. I turned to him and said seriously, Of course, what is beautiful in the abstract may prove to be otherwise when it is worn. A garment has no life without the experience of the body of its intended wearer.

Arthur nodded and gestured for me to begin. I shed my street clothes with the graceful shrug of long practice and began to sway to unheard music. I intended to make his private show a long and irresistible cock tease before I let him slide his hard member into my sweet pussy.

The clothes ran the gamut from demure but lovely teddies to some items I knew were not manufactured by that particular house. As I reached for the last outfit, I found I was right he had shopped elsewhere for this ensemble. I sighed with pleasure as I pulled out the black corset with its intricate lacing and a pair of black silk stockings. What? No panties? I cooed teasingly. He shook his head gravely and replied that he felt they would spoil the effect of the ensemble.

I couldn t have agreed more. I had to beg his assistance to get the corset on properly, which, of course, was what he wanted. He laced me in expertly, narrowing my waist almost to a breathtaking double hand span I had thought no modern woman could achieve. I could barely bend to smooth up the stockings and fasten my garters. I pirouetted in front of the long cheval glass, surveying the effect with as close as I could muster to a straight face. My ass was perfectly framed by the black silk and satin, and my shaved pussy was thrown into startling relief.

I turned to look him up and down, my eyes lingering for a long moment on his crotch. Even the most immaculate tailor could not disguise his growing excitement, though his face was still calm. What did I have to do to get him to react? I ran my hands down the tight stays and played with the lace at the hem. Turning my back, I outlined my asscheeks by following the line of the garters and stocking tops, parting my cheeks to show him my tight pucker and a glimpse of my swollen labia from behind. Then I ran a finger up the cleft of my ass and rubbed my palms over both cheeks, lightly smacking one of them to bring up a rosy hue.

I turned to face Arthur and slowly approached his chair. Rolling my hips forward, I smiled down at him and licked one index finger. Holding back my pussy lips, I ran that finger lightly over my clit and delved into my wet cunt, rubbing myself provocatively for him to see my excitement. I danced in a little circle before him, my tease turning to pleading as I got hotter and hotter for his cock. Finally I fell to my knees in front of his chair and looked up.

Almost unbelievably he had pulled out his penis. It was at full stand, long and pale, with a mauve head that towered arrogantly above a beautifully heavy ball sac. I crawled to his feet, speaking my longing in a torrent of words as well as with almost weeping eyes. He d won. I was vanquished. I took his cock adoringly into my hands and rubbed its velvet head across my breasts before kissing it time and time again. I cupped his balls in my hand, feeling their heft, and took his cock in my mouth. He tasted indescribably sweet, and I lapped the great vein on its underside, dragging my tongue up to where the crest of the glans met the shaft. It pulsed in my mouth, and I wrapped my tongue around the head, searching for the slit as if to fuck it with my tongue. He groaned slightly, then tapped my cheek too softly to be a slap, but a clear order to desist. Reluctantly I obeyed.

Arthur pulled me to my feet and guided me to the couch, bending me over its tapestry upholstered back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out something cylindrical a cigar tube and held it to my mouth. I sucked it as I had his cock, longing for soft flesh rather than hard plastic. He pulled it away and opened my cheeks, plunging the now warm tube into my ass with shocking suddenness. I moaned and jerked, but he slapped my ass and pushed me back down. His cock slid between my leg and knocked against my pussy. I reached down and opened my lips for him and he sank in, the sheer size of him pressing the other shaft deep into my ass. I was totally full of him, totally his.

His cock stretched me to the limit, and its length hit my cervix with each masterful stroke. I was in the hands of a man who knew my needs and who was more than meeting them by attending to his own with single minded passion. He took my nipples in a vise like pinch that sent electricity directly to my cunt. I rubbed frantically at my clit, overwhelmed with so much sensation, but unable to stop myself. I shoved my ass back against him, begging him to savage my cunt, to take me harder, to drive me literally out of my mind. He understood. He ravished me beyond anything I recognized as an orgasm. I was spent by the time he came, his hot come shooting into my reflexively quivering cunt.

Deeply and unbelievably satisfied, I rose, shakily, and turned to him. I pulled the cigar tube from my ass with as much grace as I could and laid it in an ashtray. Blushing, I raised my eyes to his and saw the first sign of a smile flicker over that sculptured face as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.

Ms. Gwendolyn V., Los Angeles, California

DRESSING ROOM THRILLS FOR COUPLE TURNED ON BY SATIN AND LACE

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My boyfriend likes to call me an exhibitionist, but he takes part of the credit for the way I dress and act. Ray encourages me to wear sexy clothes to show off my figure. He even goes clothes shopping with me and picks out revealing outfits for me to wear. I have to admit, having my special parts enhanced makes me feel like a million bucks.

Ray especially likes going lingerie shopping with me. Two weeks ago, when we were in New York City, we stopped at a major department store to browse. In the elevator, Ray pressed the button for the fourth floor where the lingerie department is located. There were two other men in the elevator with us who were trying hard to keep their eyes off my breasts, which were stuffed into a leopard print bodysuit I was wearing with jeans. One of the guys almost missed his floor because of me!

Ray helped me choose a couple of intimate articles, including an emerald green lace, demi cup bra and matching panties, a black satin chemise and an exquisite, virginal white bustier. I went into the dressing room to change and told Ray to stay close by because I wanted to show him how the clothes looked.

Even though I like to show off my body, I like a little privacy every once in a while. So I was thankful that the lingerie department was virtually empty.

I tried on the bra and panties first. I like demi cups because of the way my breasts look when they re popping out over the top. Needless to say, so does Ray. The chill I caught in the dressing room instantly made my areolas bumpy and my nipples erect. I purposely let just a little show above the cups.

I peeked out, looking for Ray, who was fingering a delicate negligee. Psst. What do you think? I said, stepping to the side so he could see all of me. He slowly made his way over to me, smirking sexily and stroking his unshaved face with one hand.

You look good enough to eat, sweet babe, he said, standing face to face with me now.

Well, save your appetite. The fashion show isn t over yet, I told him, wiggling my butt as I walked away to change into the next garment.

The mention of him eating my pussy started the fire burning inside me right away. Damn him, I thought. He knows how hot I get at the thought of oral sex. When I undressed, I couldn t resist pinching my hard nipples and finger stroking my slit. I glazed my hard, little clit with the dew I d collected on my fingertip, then dipped in for some more. But when my head dropped and my hair fell before my eyes, I knew I had to stop or I d come right there in the dressing room. I exhaled audibly, a little flustered, and reached for the black chemise.

I shimmied into it and smoothed it down my body. The satin was so fine that I could easily see the raised bumps of my areolas through the material, not to mention my nipples. Lightly, I ran my hands over them, then sashayed out to go show Ray.

This time he was waiting right outside for me. What s the matter? You look a little flushed, he teased.

My gaze dropped to his crotch, and I could tell by the way his pants were pulling that he had a hard on. I brazenly grabbed my wise guy by the wrist and dragged him into the dressing room with me.

Our lips met in a hot kiss, and Ray s hands went into action one grabbing a breast, the other an asscheek. He backed me up against the wall, but our tongues stayed connected, and he shoved his hard cock up against my thigh, rubbing it up and down. Of course, I reached down to unleash it, because I was hornier than hell.

His cock was rock hard, and I stroked him when he wasn t grinding up against me. Then he sank to his knees, kissing down my satin covered body until his head was buried under the chemise. I almost moaned, but didn t. Being interrupted was the last thing I wanted.

Ray s tongue slithered up and down my steamy pussy. Breathing heavily, I rested the back of my head against the wall and my leg on his shoulder. At one point, I looked down to see his satin covered head between my legs. Then my gaze traveled upward along the wall opposite me, where a small sign alerted the customer that each dressing stall was under surveillance, followed by a warning that anyone who is caught shoplifting will be prosecuted.

Oh, my God, I whispered, but Ray didn t hear me.

The realization that someone was probably watching us shocked me at first, but not for long. I started thinking that it was pretty exciting. I smiled and closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy this pussy lashing my sexy boyfriend was giving me, feeling like a movie star.

I tried to grab Ray s hair through the satin, but I couldn t get a good grip. He started fucking my hole with his tongue, and I tried to push my pussy far into his face, even though he had me pulled in close by my ass. Now he was sucking my clitoris hard. I swept my hand up to my mouth and bit down on my finger, in anticipation of the cry I knew was inevitable.

Just when I was this close, Ray took his mouth away, stood with his hard cock sticking straight up out of his pants and drove it into my drenched pussy. Oh! I gulped. Three strokes maybe, and I was creaming all over his thrusting cock. Ray rammed me hard, sending my ass banging up against the wall. He came hard, too. His ejaculate oozed down my leg, and I wound up cleaning it with that virginal white bustier I never did try on. Oh, well.

Ms. Helen T., Cape May, New Jersey

MAN WATCHES IN AWE AS HIS PRETTY LOVER S ASSHOLE STRETCHES WIDE TO SWALLOW HIS LENGTH

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Carly and I always enjoyed fucking doggy style, with my balls slapping against her and her shapely ass slamming back into my lap as my shaft reams her pussy. Many s the time I ve had to grab those rounded hips to keep from being shaken loose by the violence of our coming. Still, I d rarely been inside her ass, and then only with my finger.

The first time it happened, she was astride me, bounding up and down on my cock, impaling herself with manic joy. We were both making inarticulate noises, and I clutched at her ass, my hands massaging its smooth muscles. Almost on its own, my finger began to explore the pleated flesh around her anus, and I noticed that as I stroked it her hips began a circular motion, obviously beginning to focus on my finger s path.

I was longing to find out what the inside of her felt like there, and I pressed lightly. She opened to me no, she practically sucked my finger in and I felt the smooth circle of muscle squeeze my finger. It was too much, and I came like a flood.

After that, I took what chances presented themselves to explore her deeper with my finger, and I would often hug her from behind, stiffening as she rubbed her ass into my crotch. Then one night, as I came into the bathroom, I found her stepping out of the shower, and my glands went on overload. Hers apparently got the same message, because she presented her bottom to me as provocatively as possible when she began to towel herself dry. I spun her around and bent her over the counter by the sink, and was surprised to discover that she d placed a tube of lubricant right where I could reach it easily.

Clever wench! She d set this up. I took a wad of the gel in my hand and began to rub it onto my hardening cock. She was rubbing her pussy as she watched me in the mirror, and we kept that little challenge dance going for quite a while until she broke first, begging me to take her ass.

I put a bit more lube on my fingers and massaged it into the flesh around her opening, then delved inside some more, feeling her clench a little, then almost consciously relax around my finger. I started fucking her with one finger until she loosened up a bit, then inserted a second. Not much later she was ready for a third. My other hand was flying up and down my cock, and I was on the verge of coming right then, but Carly begged me not to waste it. She wanted to have my cock in her ass and to feel me coming inside her.

Eager to oblige, I brought my cockhead up against the opening as I slid my fingers out. She asked me to hold still a second while she fully absorbed how big I was, then she asked if she could push from her side. My cock was quivering with need, and all I wanted was to get inside. I let her lean back into me.

Looking down, I saw the purple head of my cock poised at the center of her ass, pressing into the brown pucker. We both gasped as she moved back little by little and the head sank in. Her asshole transformed into a perfect circle as it swallowed my length. We both exclaimed over the strange rightness of the sensation, and then I took her hips in my hands and pressed slowly in. Her hand crept to her pussy and she began to stroke herself to orgasm. Even as her first tremors overtook her I was lost in my own eruption, feeling my come flood her hitherto almost virgin depths.

Some time went by without our trying anal sex again. I was longing to see what really fucking her ass would feel like, instead of just filling her and coming almost at once. I found out almost by accident, when we were up at our cottage in the north woods.

We d just driven back from town with several bags of supplies and had parked at the end of the dirt road by our house. I tried getting out of the car with a sack of fruit in one arm and managed to let several peaches that had been lying near the top escape and roll onto the grass. Carly ran and retrieved them, her ass sticking up as she bent to her task. She came back across the road sniffing at one of the peaches and licking its velvety skin.

This feels like something else I like, she smiled, putting the peaches back into their bag and reaching between my legs. The rest of the groceries were forgotten as she knelt among the bags of fruit and vegetables. The sound of my zipper blended with the cries of cardinals and cedar waxwings. My cock rose in an instant and my pelvis caught fire. Carly held me lightly and stroked my cock rapidly. Before I could catch my breath I was in her mouth, leaning against the hood of the car, my head rolling back just as a squirrel ran from the scene in alarm.

Carly s head bobbed up and down as I fucked her glorious mouth. The press of her lips and tongue on me, playful but insistent, and the hard grip of her hand on my thighs left me locked with one set of fingers gripping the hood ornament as the other held on to her soft hair. I slid down the front of the car until I was lying on the ground. She straddled my head and kept on going.

I pushed her skirt over her hips and stared at her scanty silk underpants and the curves they wrapped. I pushed my face between her legs and inhaled her musk. When my face touched her pussy, she groaned and I moved off to admire the perfect symmetry of her bottom. Coming back to her pussy, I shoved my tongue against the material that hid it, and she pushed back. I licked the inside of her thigh. The underpants had to go. I reached and pulled she cooperated. The panties went flying.

We squirmed for a while in the dust, feasting on each other s genitals. The sounds we made were liquid and non human. Our systems went into overload.

Carly came. It must have caught her by surprise. She grunted and for an instant froze. Her legs seemed about to buckle. Then she pushed her labia and clit against my mouth, and I held my tongue hard as I clung to her hips. She twitched in crazy spasms. Her cries pulled her mouth from my cock as she humped my tongue. The she collapsed, falling over me like a quilt. Neither of us moved for a while.

Then, as though she had been shocked back to life, she leaped up to a position that left her squatting over my cock, facing away from me. She grasped my still engorged member, pushed it into her rectum and rode it with unparalleled energy. I didn t have much time to savor her smooth back or the peach like roundness below it, into which my erection was disappearing. The rings of anal muscle that I had longed to feel rippling around me as I fucked her hard were doing just that, squeezing and teasing and tormenting me until I poured everything into her ass my come, my soul, everything.

After my breathing began to settle, she turned to smile sweetly at me over her shoulder. I thought I would melt. Instead, I reached for a nearby bunch of broccoli and handed it to her like a bouquet. Why, thank you, she said. I wanted to say something witty, something romantic, but I was as yet unable to speak in complete sentences.

Mr. Frank G., Portland, Maine

IF ONE COCK IS GREAT, TWO IS FABULOUS! EXCLAIMS HAPPY GAL AFTER HER FIRST DP

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Perhaps I was first attracted to Lou because he s built like a linebacker with a cute tight end. People say we make a good couple because I am also tall, have a slender figure, long chestnut hair and a firm, round ass. But I think we make a good couple because Lou is an ass man, and I love to have anything done to my ass. It drives me wild.

We ve been together for three years and have had a wonderful sex life. We consider ourselves quite adventurous, but ass play is one particular lark in our love life that has kept it hot for both of us.

The first time Lou discovered the joys of my ass was a couple of months into our relationship. My favorite position has always been doggy style, because I love the feel of a man s body pressed against my ass. Lou and I were in this position when he first insinuated a fingertip into my anus. I went crazy and bucked against him, gripping his cock hard inside me. I wanted to pull his finger and his cock as deep as possible into me. I came hard, shrieking with delight. Lou liked the reaction and began to pay a lot more attention to my lusty, round ass.

One romantic evening a few weeks later we were strolling in a newly reopened park down by the river, watching the moonlight on the water. No one was around and I leaned on the railing, enjoying the view and the breeze in my hair.

Lou came up behind me and cupped my breasts. I threw my head back against his chest, feeling very aroused. His cock stiffened in his jeans and rubbed against my ass. The harder he got, the hotter I got, grinding against him. I reached behind him and unfastened his fly. He lifted my skirt and pressed harder into my ass. His hands reached around and stroked my pussy. I felt completely enveloped by him, his strong arms wrapped around me, his hard body pressed into me.

At that moment I didn t care if the whole world was watching. I wanted my lover in my ass. Lou bent me over the railing. The wind felt wild against me. He held my hips, dipped his cock into my wet pussy for lubrication, then slid just the head of his cock inside, spreading my asscheeks with his hands. The shock of his entry was intensely erotic. I reached back and grabbed his hips, my fingers digging into his pants, spurring him on. Plowing into my ass, he began to fuck me in earnest.

I bounced my ass off his hips, matching him as he filled me with his hard cock. As I got more excited, he got rougher. Slaps to my bouncing ass egged me on. I felt deliciously full and yet vulnerable. I was at the brink of orgasm when Lou cupped my pussy, prolonging my tremors. His pistoning hips froze, and my convulsive shudders sucked his come into my depths. He withdrew and held me close, and I knew we were on to something special.

A couple of months later, Lou surprised me with a gift. When I unwrapped the little package, I discovered two little egg shaped vibrators, joined to a small battery operated control box!

We played with them for a while, inserting one into my vagina and the other in my ass. The sensation was incredible, and when Lou bent down to lick my pussy, I immediately went over the top. When my spasms relaxed, he pulled the little egg from my cunt and licked my juices off it while the other vibrator stayed humming in my ass.

Then, to my amazement, Lou turned around and presented his ass to me, asking me to insert the egg he had just been licking clean. It made sense that if he liked my finger in his ass when he fucked me, he d enjoy this, so I lubricated the little machine and slid it into his rectum. He gasped a little, but then relaxed as I switched it on and we shared the intimacy of its internal buzz.

We began to fuck, connected by the thin wire to the eggs buried in our asses. When Lou entered me I felt amazingly complete and full, my ass tingling and my pussy full of cock. Lou was delighted with the feel of my vibrator through the thin membrane that separated it from his driving shaft.

He rode me hard, pulling out just to the wide, mushroomed head of his cock and then slamming home again. The buzzing demons in our asses kept us right on the edge of orgasm, but left it to us to push ourselves over. Lou rolled on his back and I mounted his cock, facing his feet. When I had him firmly inside me, I began to tug on the cord leading to his vibrating egg, pulling it just to the inside of his sphincter, then letting it slide back inside.

Lou s erection pulsed and stiffened inside me. He grabbed my ass, lifting me up slightly so that he could piston that turgid rod of his in and out of me even faster. I was moaning with delight at the depth his strokes were reaching. Our groans were long and loud as we dissolved together. It was the best sex we d ever had.

We ve done that many times since and have begun to explore variations on the theme. One new toy is a strap on dildo vibrator that we put to another use than the predictable one.

One night Lou strapped the thing on so that the dildo hung just beneath his thick cock. If one long, hard cock is great, two is fabulous! As I sucked the fleshly one, I turned on the vibrating dildo, gathered both shafts into my hands and stroked them together using KY jelly. Lou was so turned on, he flipped me around and mounted me from the back, working the vibrator into my pussy. It was as big as his own cock, and he sawed the whirring thing in and out of me until I was leaning back for more.

His cock was bouncing against my ass, and I begged him to enter me, but he just flicked my clitoris with his fingers, watching me squirm until I came for the first time. Then he teased my ass open with his fingers, lubricating it well before sliding his cock slowly but firmly into my rectum. My asshole dilated to accommodate him, and amazingly, there was room for both cocks to do their devastating work.

He began to pump me slowly, getting me used to the tandem motion, then he increased the speed as I matched his movements in a frenzy of lust. As he pounded his cock into my ass, the dildo plowed my cunt, whirring all the while. I came hard, squeezing both dicks and feeling his hot come boil into my ass.

It was strange feeling his cock soften and relax in my ass while the dildo was still hard inside my pussy. He pulled out gently, leaving me completely satisfied, my ass and pussy tingling for hours afterward. I am incredibly lucky to have such a devoted ass man to satisfy my every desire.

Ms. Julia H., Chicago, Illinois

FEMALE EXEC RAVES ABOUT HER NEW SEAT OF POWER

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If somebody told me a year ago that I would become a devotee of anal sex, I would have said his microprocessor was a few bits short. I m a control freak, like most women high up in their professions. Sex was an enjoyable part of my life, but it stayed inside its own compartment, certainly never intruding on my work life.

That all changed when Bret paraded into my life. That s the only word for it when you re six foot two, with a movie star face, steely blue eyes, silver blond hair and a body that seems never to have missed a day at the gym. Women swoon and men suck in their guts when he enters the room.

Privilege? Charm? Raw sex appeal? Bret had it all. He was also a genius in systems and program design, which was why he was working for our office in the first place. I hadn t expected to get a sexual rush from any man at work, let alone a computer tech. Me, the iron lady, felled by a sexy smile?

I was utterly charmed by his manner, his handshake, his sincerity and, I admit it, his obvious interest in me. When he asked me to join him after work for a drink, I said yes without a second thought.

He turned out to be just as good as his packaging. His conversation was witty and he listened well. I began to relax with him, and our conversation turned from business to things personal. As things progressed, I found myself wanting to be enfolded in his muscular arms, to wrap my legs around his waist and draw him into me, wanting to give him pleasure. He, too, seemed reluctant to end the evening, and when he invited me to his apartment, I took his arm and told him to lead on.

His lead was easy to follow and his place very romantic, with soft candlelight, mellow textures of furniture and well chosen artwork. A whole library of soft jazz on CDs filled one wall, and soon the mellow strains of a master sax player filled the air. We sat side by side, enjoying a good brandy and listening to the music. I let my head sink onto his shoulder.

He turned and kissed me deeply, his tongue deliciously hot and probing. His hands began to explore my body, and I reached out to caress his hard chest and muscular arms. Our clothes were soon muddled together in a heap on the floor as our passion rose in tune with the steamy jazz that heated up the background.

Bret opened out the sofa, and we lay naked on the cool smoothness of the sheet. His body was fantastic. He had a classic washboard stomach below a sculpted chest, and his slim waist exaggerated the size of his now swollen cock, making it look enormous. I curled up against him as he explored my whole body with his hands and tongue, finding new erogenous zones where I had not believed they could exist. A delightful buzzing ran along my nerves and centered in my crotch.

I was consumed with the desire to please him. His cock was long and hard and beautifully white, surmounted by a perfect mauve dome. I squeezed it gently, feeling his strength through his heavy manhood. His tongue explored my vaginal lips as mine caressed his cockhead.

We moved fluently from one position to the next, trying various ways of joining together, sliding from one delightful touch or taste to another even more pleasurable. Bret inspired a freedom I had never known before the freedom to explore and test and savor all of a man s physical delights, in a totally uninhibited fashion.

My whole body was one great sensual receptor, from the soles of my feet, which I planted on top of his insteps, to the sweat slick curve of my thigh being nudged by his erection. His mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking me into even deeper sensations. I wanted his cock inside me. He had me shivering with pleasure and longing for its consummation.

He slipped his cock between my thighs. We rolled over and he was on top of me, lying on my back, his cock pulsing against my asscrack and my pussy. We fit together like spoons. His pubic hair tickled my ass, and I was perilously near exploding. His cock shifted a little, nudging my anus with its moist and velvet head.

It seemed a natural thing, one more delicious touch in a symphony of sensation. He had been all over me, so why not there? His cockhead nudged harder and I squirmed at the unusual position. He massaged my shoulder, whispering lovingly in my ear. I relaxed and his shaft began to penetrate my asshole. For the first time in my life I had a man s cock in my ass, though as yet it was only an inch or two of his swollen manhood.

Discomfort and strangeness gave way to sweet fullness as Bret impaled me on his long shaft, sinking in up to his balls. Heat spread from my asshole through the thin membrane that separated it from my cunt, and fire spread to my clit and through my whole body. I could feel my juices flowing as he eased his cock back and forth in my ass.

Bret s whole being seemed to change as he fucked my ass. His body was taut, but his spirit softened, and it softened me so that I relaxed that ring of muscle and gave him free play. I tried gripping him with my ass and then letting go, and he moaned with pleasure. His slow strokes quickened, and it seemed then that he penetrated even deeper into my rectum.

I felt a quake inside me and his cock seemed to swell even more. His balls slapped against my pussy as I lifted my ass higher to take him deeper. He howled like a wolf, and I came, shuddering as his pistoning cock swelled and spilled his semen into me.

That night was only the beginning. We became lovers on a regular basis, and not too long afterward, after a wonderful meal at our restaurant, he proposed sort of. What he actually said was that while he didn t want to rush me into any premature decisions, he was totally enamored of me. Meg, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I am absolutely addicted to your magnificent ass.

It was wonderful to hear, but sufficiently unexpected that he d caught me without words. None were needed, for my small asshole tingled with anticipation at the prospect of being stretched to its limits by his lovely cock. I reached over and took his hand, asking him to take me home and fuck my ass good and hard.

Bret s eyes seemed to liquefy, and his trousers exhibited a perceptible lift. He didn t even call for the check, just dropped several bills onto the table and swept me away. The short ride to his apartment was taken up by a whirlwind of erotic fantasy as I imagined my ass being riven by his pulsing cock. We had barely closed the door when I shed my clothes and fell into his arms. He kissed me deeply and felt my already deliquescent pussy. Our eyes sparkled with need, and he smiled as he set me on the bed on all fours, rubbing lubricant into my ass and onto his swelling cock.

First a finger, then two, poked past my aching sphincter. It was open and ready for the next invader, the head of his perfect organ. It popped into me and he held still for a few seconds, letting me adjust to the new angle. I lowered my breasts to the mattress, and as he slid slowly and deeply into my rectum, I shivered with delight.

He was filling my whole body, taking me over. I was insidiously out of control and outrageously turned on. The pulse beat in his cock was driving me crazy.

Bret began to fuck me, burrowing carefully at first, then harder as I clenched my asshole around his shaft. I wiggled back to meet him and he began to thrust into me in earnest, driving harder and faster, holding both of us on the brink of orgasm until I could stand it no longer and came, wailing.

His strokes intensified and I felt ready to burst and burst is what he did. His seed rushed past its dam and flooded my insides. His cock erupted with such intensity that my whole body was shaken. I squeezed my muscles around him, milking every precious drop from his taut organ until we lay there, sated, and I could feel his cock relax and soften inside me.

After that night, anal sex became the centerpiece of our erotic pleasure. Bret teased that as I gave him more of myself, I gained a new and different sort of power, both with him and in the office a power more flexible and open than ever before. He also likes to say, with a huge grin, that he knows what is at the bottom of my change.

Ms. Margaret V., Albany, New York

SHE S ON ALL FOURS, WHIMPERING WITH NEED, HER QUIVERING BOTTOM POISED FOR PENETRATION

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Joe and I have been married for three years, and our sex life just keeps on getting better. We ve gotten very good at keeping a lovemaking session going all evening. We usually begin by playing together in the shower while we clean up after work, as we did last Friday night.

Drying each other off was a great opportunity to caress and tease each other s favorite body parts, and soon enough I was on my knees giving Joe a blowjob to heat things up. I love to run my tongue all over his fat cock and feel it change shape and hardness under my ministrations. The sensation of it flexing in my mouth is just incredible.

He also likes to have his balls massaged while I go down on him. But I ve never been able to get him as excited about anal penetration as I am when his big thumb or, better yet, his handsome cock opens my back passage. If only he would let me play with him there I can almost make myself come just thinking about opening his tight little asshole with my questing fingers.

Anyway, my thoughts quickly focused on my own little brown rosebud, because as soon as we were in the bedroom Joe got me down on all fours, ass in the air. And then his cock was poking at my rump while he applied his bowling ball grip, which has his thumb in my ass and his fingers manipulating my cunt, driving me and my clit to distraction.

I like this position best, because it lets me reach back and play with Joe s balls and cock while he s frigging me. That night it got me thinking what it would be like to take one cock in my pussy and another up my ass, maybe with a third fucking my mouth. Wow! My husband s playful fingers and my erotic thoughts had me almost coming. An orgasm was building inside me, which in terms of exciting sensations is second only to the actual ass fucking itself. That s a totally different sensation, so intense that words just can t describe it adequately.

Now my husband started pushing into my small rear hole. I just love the feel of his cockhead opening my sphincter, and the whole fat shaft of him sinking in. When he pulls back out it is almost as good.

Before he got going this time, as usual, he carefully lubed my whole asscrack with oil, making sure his thumb slicked up the area just inside. This not only made his entry easier, it redoubled my longing for his pulsating erection.

Kneeling behind me, Joe rubbed his cock up and down the whole length of my slit, producing amazing tingles deep inside of me. By this time we were both about to burst, so Joe plunged into my sopping wet pussy for a little extra lubrication. This friction on my soft, swollen cunt was wonderful, a marvelous prelude to his assault on my ass.

Almost without warning, my husband slid out of my pussy and set himself against my asshole, stretching it open before I could catch my breath. It was so intense it was almost like pain, but the pain of a pleasure too far out to register adequately. His fat cock filled me completely, and then Joe pulled back almost to the head, drawing out slowly, prolonging that sensation I love so much.

He made the slow motion fuck last as long as he could, but his control was better than mine, and all too quickly I was begging for more. I wanted it harder, faster. Teasingly, Joe dallied until I was out of my mind, then he complied with my fondest wishes.

He pistoned into me, pausing only for a second every once in a while to give my bottom a quick slap that put even more of an edge on my pleasure. I was bucking my hips up to meet every thrust, whimpering and pleading and just generally going wild.

The whole area of my cunt and ass was blazing by now, even hotter than it gets when Joe fucks my pussy. It was almost too intense for me to come, though I was seeing stars and my pulse was pounding in my temples enough to burst my skull.

I buried my head in the pillows for balance and reached a hand down between my legs, cramming my fingers into my cunt, feeling Joe s powerful strokes through the thin membrane that separated us. Feverishly I rubbed forward and chafed my twitching clit until at last something seemed to break inside me and the rush of orgasm poured out of every nerve ending.

The delirious, convulsive clutch of my ass around his cock brought him to his own final convulsion. It seemed as if his cock swelled even bigger for a second, and then his come flooded my ass, and with another heave and thrust we fell senseless for a moment, utterly satisfied. God, I love getting fucked in the ass!

Ms. Elaine L., St. Louis, Missouri