I am a flight attendant for a major U.S. airline. Recently, I had an experience so exciting and unusual that I had to share it with your readers.

During a stopover between flights, I was getting the plane in order and setting things up for the next leg of the trip when I heard a male voice behind me say, Cute ass. I turned around to see a tall, dark Italian hunk emptying the trash can onboard. I jokingly told him he d better watch who he loosely dished out that type of compliment to.

One thing led to another and we got into some heavy flirting, using a lot of sexual innuendos. By the time he left the plane we had exchanged phone numbers and I knew his name was Gianni. I never really expected to hear from him again.

I spent that night on the West Coast, arriving at my hotel after midnight. About twenty minutes later, my phone rang and to my amazement it was Gianni. We talked for a few minutes about polite subjects, such as work and the weather, and before too long we began to talk about sex. We ended up having wonderful phone sex, describing in vivid detail what we d do to each other if we were in the same room together. We both climaxed while on the phone. This was all very exciting, but the best was yet to come.

The next week I flew the same trip, and knowing that I would have a two hour layover in Gianni s airport, I called to tell him the good news. He wasn t home, so I left a message on his answering machine, along with the flight number and the time I d be arriving. The next day as we landed, I had butterflies so bad, I was almost sick. I wondered what it would be like to face the man I d have phone sex with the week before. What would I say? How would I react? I had never done anything like that before. I was nervous and, more important, the most excited I had ever been in my whole life.

After all the passengers and the crew had deplaned, I spotted Gianni, who was waiting for me on the loading bridge. We exchanged pleasantries and he suggested we go somewhere quieter than the terminal so we could talk. As an airport employee, he has access to areas that are off limits to most people.

We went into a stairwell that led from the terminal to the tarmac. We talked for a while, and then Gianni asked me if I d like to act out our phone conversation. I told him I was a little nervous because we were both on duty and in an area that wasn t exactly private. Someone could come up or down the steps at any time. Assuring me that we were safe, he moved closer and pulled me to him. His cock was already hard, and as he pressed his body against mine, I could tell he was huge!

Gianni started kissing me, gently at first, then much more passionately. As we kissed, our hands explored each other s body through our uniforms. Eventually, he began undressing me. He took off my jacket and belt and then slowly unbuttoned the front of my dress. In anticipation of our meeting, I hadn t worn a bra or panties under my uniform. Instead, I wore thigh high hose and a garter belt.

Gianni was quite surprised to learn that I was naked underneath my outfit. He started stroking my neck and worked his way down to my breasts. There he used both hands to squeeze and pinch my swollen nipples. After several minutes he moved farther south, reaching between my legs to spread my dripping pussy lips. As he rubbed my clit with his fingers, he bent to suck on my aching nipples.

I was overwhelmed by my thoughts and feelings as I realized what was happening. Suddenly, Gianni was on his knees and my leg was swung over the bottom stair railing as he licked my pussy like a madman. Next, he stood on the rail, leaving his cock level with my mouth. I was right it was huge and beautiful. I began licking around the head slowly. Then I took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked until Gianni was on the edge. He pulled out of my mouth, bent me over the rail, pulled my dress above my waist and sank his cock deep inside the juicy wet confines of my awaiting cunt.

Here was I, a flight attendant on duty, making wild, passionate love to a relative stranger in a stairwell! It was an incredible rush, and we both came almost instantly.

As an end to an unbelievable experience, we kissed good bye, then Gianni again put his hand under my dress and we shared the taste of our sex juices mixed together. It was a day I ll never forget, and I look forward to the next time I pass through Gianni s station. Better yet, I can t wait to overnight there!

Ms. C.P., Florida

I couldn t believe my ears! My husband had just asked me if he could shave my pussy. At first, I stared at him in disbelief. I don t think so! was my immediate reply, puzzled by his request because he has always loved to nestle his face in my soft, hairy bush.

Although the subject had been dropped, I just couldn t seem to get it out of my mind. After a while the thought of having a shaved pussy started to turn me on. Will s birthday was coming up, so I decided to surprise him. When he got home from work, he found me waiting for him in the living room. I was wearing my sexiest dress, with no bra and a pair of crotchless panties along with a garter belt and stockings and my highest spike heels. When Will saw me, his cock grew in his pants. Can we skip dinner and head straight for dessert? he asked.

I didn t say a word as I motioned him to me. He came obediently and grabbed me around the waist. We embraced for a passionate kiss and started to strip each other. Once my dress was on the floor, he started groping my wet cunt only to find no hair. You shaved! he cried out excitedly. He dropped to his knees and nestled his face between my thighs. I was so hot and wet already, it didn t take much lapping of his tongue to make me climax. As I shivered through the last waves of my orgasm, he pulled away from my cunt. His face was covered with my sweet nectar, as were the insides of my thighs.

Will stood up and we kissed. I could taste myself on his lips and it quickly got me horny all over again. It was now my turn to give him pleasure. I dropped to my knees and began kissing and licking his shaft. I gently took his sac in my mouth and sucked on it while I gave him a handjob. Will s moans of pleasure let me know that I was doing my job. As his cries got louder, I knew he was ready to explode. I moved my mouth to his shaft and began sucking. It was not long before his hot come was filling my mouth.

I sucked every drop out of him before I took my mouth away. I pulled him to the floor and we began kissing and caressing each other. Soon he was as hard as a rock and we were ready to go again. He lay on the floor and I straddled him, lowering myself onto his cock. He felt so good inside me. We were both moaning with ecstasy as we moved in unison. Before long we came together.

My husband says my shaved pussy was the best birthday present he d ever received. Our sex life has been wonderful ever since that night. I ve even started letting my husband shave me. It s an erotic adventure that I hope will never end.

Ms. A.P., Idaho

It was several nights before my wedding, and I was experiencing some mixed emotions. I was about to commit myself to spending the rest of my life with one woman, a decision I was certain about. But there was still a small part of me that yearned for that one last fling, for that thrill of gazing upon the flesh of a naked woman for the first time and feeling that rush of adrenaline that comes from knowing you are about to have a torrid sexual encounter with a new person.

But as I prepared to attend my bachelor party, I resigned myself to the fact that it just wasn t meant to be. And to make matters worse, my best man had not wanted to get involved in hiring a stripper or going to a strip club, so it was just off to the local watering hole with the guys not exactly a wild and crazy send off into married life.

It wasn t long before I was feeling too frustrated to hang with the guys, so I called an early end to the evening and headed home. Thoughts of reckless abandon filled my head, and I imagined throwing caution to the wind and approaching one of the prostitutes who walked the streets several blocks away. But I quickly forced that fantasy out of my head, sighed and turned toward my building.

I was sitting in my studio apartment, thinking about the many women I d known over the years, when I heard a knock at the door. Reluctantly I went to answer it, and my jaw dropped in shock when I saw Gloria standing in the doorway. We d worked together for quite some time on a local TV show, and we d even dated and fooled around a bit, but it never went very far. Even so, images of her ebony beauty still graced my fantasies on many occasions.

Can I come in? she asked softly.

I nodded, not sure what to say. She was dressed the way I often fantasized about in a red leather mini with matching thigh high boots and a tight fitting halter top, with her long jet black hair hanging loose and wild. She strutted into the studio, the heels of her boots tapping softly as she entered. I offered to get her a drink, but she shook her head, her hair tumbling across her shoulders.

I heard you didn t have such a great time at your bachelor party, Gloria said, her blowjob pink lips pouting slightly.

I admitted that was true, but tried to pass it off as not being all that important. But in the middle of my halfhearted remarks, Gloria stepped up to me, parted her soft, wet lips and pressed them against mine. I felt a jolt from my toes all the way up to the small hairs on the back of my neck. When she pulled away, I managed to get out a choked Why?

Why what? Gloria asked innocently. She walked over to my stereo and put on some dance music, then began to gyrate in rhythm with the song. She moved her hands up and down her body, grasping a handful of hair and running it through her fingers. I was mesmerized. Gloria reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her top and slowly pulled it down. She wasn t wearing a bra, and her huge dark breasts tumbled out. Her large nipples grew instantly erect from the change in temperature. She cupped her tits in her hands and kissed them one at a time, looking up at me and smiling as she did so.

She continued her erotic dance, stopping every once in a while to lean toward me, then pulling away whenever I tried to reach out and touch her. Finally she leaned over and kissed me, pressing her lips hard against mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth several times. I tried to match her movements, but she was in charge, and her quick tongue let me know it.

When she broke the kiss, Gloria shoved my face down between her luscious breasts. I could smell her perfume, and my arousal grew by the second. I grabbed her and began to suck her breasts wildly, but she ordered me to lie down, and when I did she began walking around me. She wasn t wearing anything under her skirt, and I could see a little thatch of dark fur between her legs. I was dying to taste her, and the look on my face must have revealed my desire.

You want me? Gloria asked, still circling me.

Y y yes, I stammered. I was really getting into this. I love it when a woman calls the shots and makes me feel helpless, and Gloria was playing that game to perfection.

Gloria stopped right over my head and squatted down, positioning her crotch right over my mouth. I could see her beautiful pink pussy standing out in a sea of sable skin. My tongue eagerly probed at her sweet clitoris, and her body spasmed at my touch. I reached out and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me, when she started to pull away. I guess it was getting too intense for her, but I wasn t about to let her off so easily. She moaned loudly and thrust herself into my face, shaking wildly as she came.

When she recovered she ordered me to stand, then knelt before me to undo my zipper. My cock was long and hard by this point, and it oozed pre come. She gave it a quick lick, then popped the whole thing into her mouth.

Her breath was warm as she worked on my member, her head bobbing up and down. Occasionally she d look up at me, her eyes shining mischievously. When she stopped to playfully lick my balls I moaned loudly, being that I m very sensitive there. That was all the encouragement she needed, and she began to suck furiously on my balls. This drove me crazy. The extreme pressure in my groin began to grow, and just when I was about to shoot my load, Gloria stood up.

She circled me, running a hand across my chest, then stopped to unbutton my shirt, working slowly and deliberately. After removing my shirt, Gloria pulled down my pants. I now stood naked before her, save for my socks.

Leave them on, she purred when I reached for them.

I shrugged, not quite understanding but willing to oblige. She walked over to the couch and bent over it, hiking up her skirt to expose her gorgeous bare bottom. Then she ordered me to fuck her ass. I quickly lubricated it with saliva, then began to work my cock into her tight hole. I thought at first it might be too much for her, but she thrust back at me and her ass swallowed my cock whole.

That s it! she screamed. Stick it in deep!

I began to pound harder. I couldn t believe the determination of this woman. She met each thrust I gave her, wriggling her ass as though she was trying to get more cock in her. My balls began to swell and I could feel the rumblings of my impending eruption. I announced that I was coming, and Gloria cried out for me to spurt all over her. I pulled out just in time to shoot my load onto her sweet ass, watching as my white come glistened off the sweat on her dark skin.

As I caught my breath and Gloria began to get dressed, I had to ask again, Why? Why now?

Gloria smiled and kissed me lightly, then explained that she valued our friendship very much, but that our friendship would change once I was married. She said she had always wanted to fuck me, and she didn t want the nagging question of What if? hanging over our heads forever. And I think we managed to solve that potential problem in the best way possible.

Mr. C.P., Montana

I ve been a police officer in a midwestern metropolis for the last six years, and two years ago I was promoted to the detective bureau. It isn t anything as exciting as what you see on TV, mostly routine jobs that don t require much mental acuity. In fact, until recently, they didn t even bother to assign me a partner.

One memorable Tuesday morning, I was summoned to the sergeant s office and introduced to my first detective partner. Her name was Ashlyn, and to say the least she was easy on the eyes. Her usual working costume included well tailored pants or a simple business suit no frills, but feminine. From the limited evidence available to the eye, she had a great body. She was tall and slim, with shoulder length light brown hair and green eyes that you could get lost in.

Her most obvious assets were her well developed breasts and her endlessly long legs. Once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of her cleavage as she leaned over, and her shapely calves testified to her devotion to exercise. Alas, our relationship was strictly business for the first few weeks, though she was easy to talk to, enjoyed baseball and liked movies like I do.

Things changed one day when we had to make a long drive to interview a witness to a bootleg video scam. On the way back, our conversation hinged on the witness and the seemingly endless log we had helped her put together of the tapes she had copied all of them x rated.

We began to discuss the issues around the adult movie business and whether such things had any social value at all. I watch adult movies often and enjoy jerking off to their ready made fantasies, though I didn t exactly put it that way. To my surprise, Ashlyn admitted she had a small collection of these videos as well and enjoyed them. After all, she said, wasn t masturbating in front of the TV the safest sex you could get? And she laughed at her stunned reaction to discovering that a popular porn star was her namesake.

As our conversation got more exclusively sexual, my cock got harder and harder. I m not sure she noticed the lump in my pants, but I was afraid to shift and adjust myself, lest it call attention to my condition. Then again, maybe it wasn t just my imagination her skirt seemed to be riding up awfully high. As Ashlyn relaxed into the conversation, she turned toward me and tucked one foot up under her. The position revealed a length of tanned thigh and a glimpse of white panties.

I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but they kept gravitating to a funny shaped birthmark about three inches down her thigh. Finally I couldn t stop myself. At the risk of alienating my partner and setting myself up for a sexual harassment suit, I blurted out something about the birthmark looking like a turtle. Though she didn t reply, Ashlyn s gaze would have melted the polar ice cap. I figured it was do or die. And it looks as though you favor silk panties.

As you may know, the language cops use with each other is full of dares and challenges. Her response was typical cop, but surprising nonetheless. Are you prepared to swear to that on so little evidence, officer? I pounced on the opportunity like a beggar on a quarter. My hand darted up her skirt and came to rest at the juncture of her thighs. Trying to maintain my composure and check a tendency to hyperventilate, I managed to say she was right, there was no substitute for a proper investigation. The evidence indicated cotton.

The warmth and slight dampness drew my hand in closer, as did a subtle roll of her hips. She invited me to explore the scene and discover if there was any hidden clue that contradicted what I had found so far. I curled my fingers under the fabric and stated that they seemed to be one hundred percent cotton.

She spread her legs a little to allow me better access as I rubbed her pussy. The smell of her arousal filled the car. She shifted in her seat long enough to slip off her panties, and her hiked up skirt revealed a neatly trimmed bush and a delicious tan line. I wanted to kiss those long legs, starting at the toes and working all the way up. Her hand crept to her pussy. She was masturbating right there in front of me! I could see her back arch, and then, suddenly, she reached for the bulge in my trousers.

In a flash I had my erection free and was pumping it to her rhythm. Her fingers delved deeper into her moist cleft, and she unbuttoned her blouse so she could finger her nipples. I was in danger of driving us right over the median, so I pulled off at the next lay by. The thought of having sex in a car is more appealing to teenagers than to grown ups, but we were both so aroused it didn t really matter. Ashlyn was completely undressed and begging me to join her.

I slid over to kiss her. Our tongues met and fenced while she stroked my blazing cock. She pushed me back behind the steering wheel and knelt over me, bending to suck my nipples. By the time she took my cockhead in her mouth I was lightheaded. She moved up and down, taking her time. With one hand she was still fucking herself as she sucked me.

I was loving it, but I didn t want to come before my cock got a chance to feel what her fingers were plundering. Her mouth was warm and willing, and it explored my cock with a knowing enthusiasm and a good detective s thoroughness. I was almost coming when Ashlyn raised her head.

I had no problem entering her. She was wet, but tight enough to fit me like a glove as I slid in up to my balls. She wrapped her arms around me, forcing my cock in deeper. My chest was pressed hard against those magnificent breasts, and I could feel the contractions of her orgasm beginning. Her pussy tightened around me and she arched her back. I bit her nipples lightly as she shook with the storm.

Just before I shot my load she disengaged our bodies and finished me off with her hand. We sat back, leaning on each other for support, until our breathing returned to normal, then got back into our clothes a more complicated matter than getting out of them had seemed.

As we pulled back onto the highway, Ashlyn asked me what I thought about what had happened. I looked her straight in the eye and asked, with a grin, About what? Her green gaze was perfectly level and her voice utterly calm as she shot back, About the evidence. I had to laugh. I knew for sure she didn t mean our video pirate witness.

Mr. E.I., Illinois

How lucky can a girl get? My husband, Lyle, whom I love dearly, actually encouraged me to go out and get some strange cock! His only stipulation was that he wanted to watch. That was all right with me. I knew how hot he got just talking about it, and I figured that when he actually saw me in action, he d be hard for a month.

Our sex life isn t dull, by any means. Of course, I ve looked at other guys and even masturbated to the fantasy of screwing around, but up until last week, I hadn t done anything. But after Lyle told me how it would be more than okay with him, well, what girl wouldn t jump at the opportunity?

I knew a man down the road named Duke. He s probably ten years older than me, but he s in good shape and real cute. I ve danced with him on several occasions, and during slow dances, I ve felt his sizable erection. Last weekend, I went to his place to try to arrange for him to fuck me while my husband looked on. Before I left his house that morning, I gave him a very slutty blowjob. When I got home and told Lyle that I had sucked Duke off, he gave me the fucking of my life!

Lyle wanted Duke to come over that very night, but Duke asked me if I could go to his place instead. He said he had to wait for an important phone call and couldn t leave the house. Lyle said I could go as long as I made sure to leave the curtains open so that he could see in. I told him that I d fix it so he had a good view.

Right after it got dark, I walked down to Duke s place. Lyle was about five minutes behind me. While Duke was fixing me a drink, I arranged the curtains across from the couch so Lyle could see in. I even peeked out and saw him there. I gave him a smile and a wink, and he blew me a kiss. Duke came in the room with a pitcher of margaritas and poured one for each of us. We sat on the couch and enjoyed our drinks as we talked.

Duke told me that five minutes after I d left that morning his dick got hard again and had been hard ever since. I told him that I would have certainly remained horny, too, but that Lyle had given me a royal fucking when I got home. I said that I had to cool off my pussy with a garden hose to keep it from smoking!

Duke kissed me and put his hand on my breast. He pinched my nipple and it felt so good. I could see his cock throbbing beneath his jeans. I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, which was not easy, given its size. I bent down to suck him off, giving a quick look to make sure my husband was still watching. Duke worked my panties off and stroked my clitoris, which was on fire by now. Knowing that my husband was watching made it ten times more exciting.

We were interrupted by the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway. Duke went to the back door to see who it was. I went over to the window and raised it a bit. Are you as hot as I am? I whispered to Lyle.

You are one red hot slut, he replied. I m going to fuck you good when we get home.

I sat back on the couch and waited for Duke. He returned with Billie Joe, a guy who works at the plant with him. Billie Joe sat down next to me while Duke went to get him a glass for a margarita. He asked me where my husband was, and I said he d gone fishing. He said that a pretty young girl like me could get into a lot of trouble with two guys like him and Duke, but I told him that I could hold my own. I heard Duke comment that I could hold his, too. Billie Joe laughed, then reached behind where he was sitting and brought out my panties from under the cushions. They were still warm, he observed. Then he sniffed them and even licked the crotch. Are we having a party? he asked.

That depends on you, I guess, I replied. He ran his hand up my leg and under my skirt. He stayed up my skirt long enough to get three fingers in my pussy. The next thing I knew, Duke was back at my side and I had a hard cock in each fist. As I stroked them, I looked directly toward Lyle, hoping that my husband was catching every last detail. I thought I had taken the most powerful pleasure drug in the universe. There I was, about to be fucked by two handsome men while my husband was just twenty feet away, enjoying the show!

I don t know exactly how, but the three of us were soon naked. I was on my knees in front of Billie Joe with his cock in my mouth while Duke gave me a good fucking from behind. I had several orgasms by the time he filled my pussy with come. I then straddled Billie Joe, who was sitting on the couch. I knew that Lyle could see the big cock pounding in and out of my pussy because I was slamming my cunt down on Billie Joe s shaft, acting like the perfect slut. I also found out that I loved being nasty. When Billie Joe was ready, I slid off him and took his cock in my mouth again. I could taste my juices as well as Duke s come on Billie Joe s cock. I almost fainted when he shot off all over my cheeks and tongue. Duke wiped my face with my panties, then fucked me again.

I finally told the guys that I had to go home, but I invited them to come visit me at my house sometime. They both assured me that they would. Won t Lyle be surprised to see them! Oh, yes, before I left, I sucked each of them again and was treated to two more loads of creamy come.

Needless to say, my husband was waiting for me when I got home. He was like a wild man, fucking the living daylights out of me as I shouted out my pleasure.

Ms. N.E., Arkansas

I have to admit that one of the first things that attracted me to Mikey was the fact that I was slightly intimidated by him. I met him while I was bartending at this downtown dive, and he would come in by himself and hang around for long periods of time. He never said much, yet he d ask me out at least once a night. I always turned him down, though, because I didn t know quite what to make of him.

He was really hot, with a very pretty, finely chiseled face and a tangle of dark brown hair, but it was his eyes that bewitched me. He would just stare at me while I worked, his feline green eyes following my every move and making me feel somehow possessed and under his spell. It was a feeling that made me slightly uncomfortable, but I soon realized that it also turned me on.

Things got hot and heavy one night when Mikey said that he had been thrown out of his apartment, and I told him he could crash at my place for the night. As you might have guessed, one thing led to another and we had some really ferocious sex that night. After that we began hanging out regularly. I had to constantly fend off questions from my friends such as, How can you go out with him? He s so, so . . . weird!

Well, that was certainly true, but I found Mikey s eccentric streak very intriguing. He didn t behave, either in or out of the sack, like other guys I had gone out with. But our sex was always very heated, with lots of wrestling and rough play, and this began to spark my imagination.

I developed a favorite fantasy, and this letter is about one night when that fantasy came true but not exactly as I had envisioned it. Mikey s control over me always had a very psychological edge to it, and he could make me do just about anything simply by directing his intense gaze my way, but I began to crave some concrete physical domination. I wanted Mikey to make me his prisoner, to handcuff me to the bed and fuck the daylights out of me as I lay there pinned to the bed under his weight, my arms stretched high over my head, my legs splayed wide.

After masturbating to this fantasy countless times, I went out and bought a pair of handcuffs, then went home and waited for Mikey. I toyed with the shiny new rings, affixing them to my wrists and delighting in the rasping metal sound as they snapped into place. Each time I heard that powerful click, I got more and more turned on and couldn t wait for Mikey to get there.

When I finally heard him at the front door, I was lounging on the bed in only a black half cup bra and black bikini panties, the handcuffs dangling enticingly from my index finger. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, almost fearing to even breathe, until Mikey appeared in the doorway and surveyed the scene before him. His jade eyes flashed and his nostrils flared, and though he didn t utter a word, his eyes burned into my very center and let me know he approved. Not taking his eyes off me, he quickly shed his clothes and approached the bed, his semi hard cock bobbing before him like a walking stick.

Lowering his full weight onto me, Mikey yanked my bra cups down, causing my breasts to spill out into his eager hands. He began to tug at my nipples, pulling them up and out until they swelled to the size of blueberries. Then he sucked my right nipple between his teeth and quickly shook his head back and forth, dragging my nipple along his teeth. I felt an overall rush of pleasure combined with sharp jabs of discomfort, and I reached up to take his head in my hands, pushing downward, hoping to direct him to my aching pussy.

That wasn t to be the case, for it was then that he seemed to remember the handcuffs. Straddling my abdomen, his hard, warm cock pulsing deliciously into the tender skin of my belly, he took my left wrist in his hands and snapped one of the cuffs around it. When I heard that now familiar click, I felt a jolt of excitement in my pussy and arched my pelvis up. My fantasy was about to come true, and I closed my eyes and offered my right hand to Mikey so he could finish securing me.

I heard the snap of the second cuff being clasped, but felt nothing encircling my right wrist. Opening my eyes, I was met by the hypnotizing stare of his green eyes and a devilish smile, then noticed that Mikey had closed the other cuff around his right wrist, fastening us together. I was confused, but Mikey s tongue burrowing into my mouth and his hand sneaking down into my soggy panties silenced me quickly enough.

As long as I still had a free hand, I decided to reach for Mikey s hot cock, but as soon as he felt my fingers on his buttocks, he grabbed my hand and pinned it up over my head, grinding his pelvis into my panty covered pussy. I moaned at both the loss of his hand at my pussy and the thrill of being under his control.

It was then that Mikey spoke for the first time, saying in a very gentle voice, How does that cuff feel? Is it too tight?

No, it s fine As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt my wrist being pressed against the bed and the handcuff clicking one notch tighter, the bracelet of cold steel causing my skin to tingle. Again, before I could speak, Mikey kissed me deeply, working his cock in circles around my pussy, his cockhead occasionally working its way under the damp material of my panties and sliding over my slippery clitoris for a brief moment. I was so excited I was about to come already, and I bucked my hips against Mikey, silently begging him to fuck me.

Can you still move your wrist okay? Mikey breathed ever so sweetly between heavy kisses.

Yeah, I can Again the steel clicked tighter around my wrist, causing me to cry out with the surprising sting. At the same time, Mikey released the hand he was holding above my head, just long enough to line up his cock with my slick hole. Just as the metal was biting deliciously into my flesh, Mikey s hard cock was spearing my tender nether lips and burying itself inside me to the base.

Mikey began a frantic motion, again holding my free hand over my head and thrusting into me like a jackhammer. Mikey knows I like it hard, and he was really bringing out the big guns, ramming me as I curled my legs around his thighs and wrenched his pelvis deeper into mine. I was hurtling toward orgasm at top speed, and Mikey sensed this and began to thrust into me with those long, deep strokes that always take me over the edge. My breath was heaving, the tingling was growing in my pussy, yes, I was there, then yank!

I felt my oncoming climax waning as my thoughts flew to the sensation of the cold steel cutting into my wrist as Mikey tugged sharply on the handcuffs. I was shocked beyond words, but before I could protest Mikey was jamming his cock into me again, filling me with warmth and racing me toward orgasm once again. And again, just as I was on the brink, he yanked the cuffs just enough to distract me from coming, thus prolonging the pleasure to an excruciating degree.

I really can t tell you how long this went on, for it just became an amorphous blur of ecstasy being halted and resumed, until I couldn t take it anymore and begged Mikey to let me come. As he finally unleashed a torrent of come into me, my pussy began to spasm around his spurting cock, racking my body with wave after wave of rapture. I came harder than ever before, my sweaty body twitching and quaking under Mikey s damp weight.

Though my fantasy took on a wicked turn, it was truly the best fuck of my life. To have every minute of my pleasure so under the control of my enigmatic lover really brought me to new heights of pleasure, and I can t wait to see what twists he ll put into my other fantasies.

Ms. C.A., Ohio

Blind dates are always a risk, but with Rosie, I got a delightful surprise. She was not only tall and gorgeous, with long blonde hair, but she had a deliciously wicked sense of fun that led to one of the wildest nights of my life. It all started at a fair, when she challenged me to a go cart race.

Just to spice up the race we decided to place a bet. She looked up at me impishly and asked if I was willing to include sex in the stakes. Of course I said yes. I already had visions of what I wanted for foreplay. First, I said, I want you to do a slow striptease, and then dance naked . . .

In your dreams! she retorted laughingly. You ll be the one dancing for me. She led the way to the cars.

The darn things were built like scaled down Formula One racing cars, and like most guys, I had had fantasies of being the next big winning driver on the professional circuit. My pride was challenged, and I gave it all I had. Once I gunned it to pass another car and nearly spun out, but I righted myself and did a very respectable time across the finish line. The only problem was I came in second. Rosie beat me hands down. She grinned as she shook her long hair out of her helmet and asked me if I intended to honor my wager. Sure, I said, your place or mine?

That was when she told me that she had something more public in mind for my debut as an exotic dancer. She pulled out an ad for a ladies only nightclub that featured an amateur striptease contest that very evening. I protested, but she said she was giving me a kind of easy out, since local ordinances mandated G strings on strippers, or so we thought. We even stopped off at a shop she knew where we bought me one especially for the event.

When we got to the club, Rosie signed me up for the contest and took my wallet and keys for safekeeping. I went down a long hallway to a cramped dressing room, where I met three other guys whose wives and girlfriends had talked them into it. They all got a charge out of my being there because I lost a go cart race. Looking the guys over, I decided I had as good a chance to win as any of them.

Then the manager, a gorgeous redhead, came in to tell us the rules. We would each have one song to dance and strip to, while the judges graded us on choreography, dancing style and sex appeal. That wasn t the shocker. The fact that an appeals court had overturned the G string ordinance was. They d done it on the grounds that it violated some statute by applying only to female dancers. So now we had an equal opportunity to dance stark naked, and we were even being encouraged to do so!

The manager got us into the order she thought was most likely to appeal to the audience. She took the youngest guy out and introduced him. Next came a tall guy who needed a shave, then a blond beach boy type and then the biggest one of us, a bodybuilder who had just arrived. That gave me plenty of time to decide if I was going to take it all off.

The other contestants didn t return to the dressing room, so I figured she was keeping us apart so we couldn t psych each other out. My heart was pounding when she came for me, and it seemed like a very long walk to the stage. She peeked through the curtain to watch the big guy but wouldn t let me look. The music ended and there was some cheering and applause, and then it was my turn.

The emcee was a slinky brunette wearing a tuxedo like top over fishnet stockings and high heels, and the sight of her set my cock throbbing. She introduced me by my first name, and then the music started. I still didn t know if I was going to bare my all. I looked out over the audience for Rosie, but I couldn t see her. I tried to block out the sight of all those hungry women and pretend I was back home in my apartment, but with the emcee on one side of the stage and the manager on the other, that was impossible.

So I gave it all I had. I danced around the stage, shedding a different article of clothing at each stop. My pants were the hardest, but once they were off I moved much more freely. The audience was chanting for me to take off the G string. Why not, I thought, and slid it down my legs and danced away from it. The audience went wild!

The song ended, the curtain closed and the manager and emcee gathered all of us onstage together to await the judges decision. It took me a moment to register that two of the guys were in briefs, one in a thong and the other in a G string. I was the only one to have stripped naked! While I was still digesting that fact, the curtains opened and the emcee was handed a slip of paper. It was just like a beauty contest: the second runner up, then the first runner up (the big guy in the thong) and the winner me.

The manager and the emcee moved up beside me and one presented me with a $200 check and the other with a bunch of roses. I bowed and waved, and we all went backstage, where I found a note from Rosie telling me that I still owed her a table dance. By now what inhibitions I d had were long gone, so I got into the spirit of things and agreed.

It was a lot like dancing naked on the stage, but you get a whole lot closer to your audience. Rosie s tablemates whistled and cheered and grabbed at my legs. One of them yelled that she d give me a tip, but without a G string to tuck it into I might take it the wrong way. Rosie replied pleasantly that I might not mind, but she would, since I was her date. I figured it was about time to wind things down, so I gave a couple more bumps and grinds and hopped down off the table.

Backstage, I was horrified to find that they hadn t returned my clothes to me. The manager said my girlfriend had asked for them for safekeeping. I had to admire her ingenuity. How I was going to get out to the car was a whole other problem. Rosie solved it by driving tantalizingly close to the club s back door and waiting with the motor running while I got up the nerve to make a dash for it.

On the way to her house, her hand strayed into my lap and did its own little dance there, making it hard for me to resist grabbing her right in the middle of the highway. We got home in one piece, and she hauled me into the living room through her mercifully hidden garage door.

Once inside, I slid her dress up over her head and discovered that beneath it she was as naked as I was. Her breasts were a perfect handful, with nipples that ached to be sucked and pinched, but before I d had my fill, Rosie slipped down to her knees and started licking and sucking my cock. The muscles in my legs were quivering and my knees were like Jell o when I came at last. My hands tangled in her hair, and I sank down with her to the carpet.

Wanting to return the pleasure, I parted her knees and bent my head to her warm, wet pussy. I made myself comfortable and flicked my tongue over her clit and drove my tongue deep into her cunt as she began to writhe and moan. I reveled in the feel of her smooth, silky skin as she squeezed my head with her strong thighs. When I began to suck on her love button she went absolutely wild. She came with a gasp and a groan, and before she was finished I was atop her, my revived cock plunging into her quivering pussy.

Rosie moaned loudly and wrapped her long legs around my back, answering my thrusts. We kept at it till her whole body tensed and her back arched as another orgasm swept over her. I wasn t ready to come yet, which suited Rosie just fine. She got up on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind, my hips slamming against her ass. When I began to tire I slowly repositioned us so she was sitting in my lap and doing all the work, sliding up and down my shaft in lascivious deep knee bends. She started to spasm again, and this time her orgasm brought mine along with it.

We lay in a sticky tangle of limbs for long moments, looking into each other s eyes and laughing softly. My dancing debut at the club had been fun and was certainly getting good reviews from the critic I hoped most to please. Eventually we made our way into her bedroom for the rest of the night, with me watching her beautiful bare backside sway in front of me and wondering how I could get her to dance.

Mr. R.Q., Florida

Friday afternoon is all mine! My office closes at noon, and I head for home. Unwinding after a busy week and getting ready for the weekend has developed into its own little ritual. I get out the latest issue of Variations and, weather permitting, pour a cold glass of beer and go sit by my pool to read.

My body reacts naturally as I bask in the summer sunshine, absorbing the erotic content of my magazine. Last Friday I even slipped out of my Speedo and lay there naked, completely alone. And when the time was right, I treated myself to a long, luxurious handjob. My only neighbors are a couple of young beauties, Laura and Denise, who rent the cottage next door. They sometimes figure in my fantasies, but both of them work regular hours, so my Friday reveries are never interrupted.

Anyway, there I was, stretched out with my beer and my book. Just an ordinary guy absorbed in the tale of an incredible threeway on a secluded beach, with my cock pounding and demanding my attention. Well, maybe I m not that ordinary. After all, I do work out regularly, and there are plenty of women who appreciate rugged and mature sexuality. My cock has seen a lot of action over the years. Now I grasped its hot length and started to stroke. With my eyes half closed, I was there on that beach, fucking a pair of gorgeous women. Then somebody interrupted my dream. I heard laughter from the next yard. The girls were home early!

I started to reach for a towel, but then thought better of it. My cock was demanding release. If they saw me and wanted to watch, why not put on a good show for them? I lay back and returned to my fantasy beach party. A fence board creaked, and I glanced in their direction with half closed eyes. Laura and Denise were crouched by a small gap in the fence, watching me intently.

The lazy eroticism of my usual afternoon developed a heat that actually made me shudder. Sexual pride took over, and I moved a bit to show off my considerable endowment more clearly. I thought I heard a gasp as the full majesty of my erection glistened in the sun. Was one of them rubbing her pussy? The little moaning sounds seemed to indicate that she was.

I started whispering to myself, just loud enough to be overheard, about what I wanted from a mouth or cunt or asshole. My cock was proud and taut, and for a moment I let go of it to show it off, kneading my balls, pretending to debate whether to go for a swim or come right now. I turned to face my audience, sighing as if the decision was beyond me.

Then the teasing stopped and the last act of the drama began. I wrapped my fist around my shaft and started pumping faster and faster. At least one of the girls was matching my pace, and her moans were driving me ever closer to climaxing. I brought myself to the very peak of pleasure and then let go, showing off my manhood one last time in all its intact power. Laura and Denise must have known I was performing for them. One of them sobbed as her own climax overtook her.

I laughed and grabbed my cock again, stroking with no intention of stopping this time. It reared in my grasp and jerked, spewing its load in the direction of the watching girls. Stroke after stroke, I took myself through my whole orgasm, from first spurt to final shudder. Reaching at last for my towel, I got up, collecting my glass and magazine, and walked back to the house, flaunting my ass triumphantly.

The following Friday, I was back with a brand new issue of Variations to read. I was hoping that Laura and Denise had figured out my schedule and would be watching again. So I stretched out nude, contentedly stroking my cock, waiting for the giggles that would announce the presence of those two young cuties. Sure enough, minutes later I heard them. This time they were more bold, and I saw through the gap of the fence that they were completely naked. Come on in, I yelled. The results will make another linteresting etter to Variations.

Mr. W.N., Florida