SUBMISSIVE SECRETARY FROLICS AFTER HOURS WITH DOMINANT HUNKS FROM THE OFFICE

I m a twenty six year old secretary who just had an incredible adventure. You see, I ve always had a thing for dominant men. Last year, I got involved with a guy at work, Clint, who loved sex and introduced me to Variations. One of his fantasies was for me to be his sex slave. I didn t say yes easily because I wanted to make our relationship special.

For his birthday, I gave myself to Clint as a present. He started out by giving me a birthday spanking, all thirty four swats on my bare butt. For the rest of the weekend, I was naked and often tied up. I was frequently spanked, ordered to suck his dick and made to give him a tongue bath while my wrists were tied behind my back. I had clothespins put on my nipples, and I was kept on the verge of coming for hours before he masturbated me to many thundering orgasms. When he finally made love to me, I came like a banshee. And Clint captured his favorite moments on camera.

When Clint was transferred to a different office, I was desperate thinking how I d never have that kind of sex again, but Clint said not to worry, he d take care of everything.

One day last week, Aaron, a new guy at work whom Clint knows I like a lot, called me into his office and gave me an envelope containing the instant pictures Clint had taken of me. There was also a note from Clint telling Aaron to have fun with his jewel of a secretary. Aaron told me that the pictures were safe with him, adding that we would burn them in his fireplace whenever I wanted.

I was soon masturbating myself to orgasm after orgasm as I fantasized about submitting to Aaron. Finally, I buzzed his office and asked him about that fireplace date. He told me to come by his new condo after work. I dressed in a cotton blouse that buttoned down the front and a pair of tight shorts that showed off my ass. I undid an extra button on my blouse in the elevator on the way up to Aaron s apartment.

Aaron greeted me warmly and started showing me his place. It was fabulous. He offered to fix me a drink and I waited on the balcony, drinking in the sunset and the beautiful view. When he returned, he slid the envelope containing the pictures across the table and asked if I wanted to party with him before we burned the pictures.

I was having trouble speaking, but I looked at him and nodded. Aaron took my wrist and pulled me around the table. Then, with his other hand on my shoulder, he swiveled his chair around so I could kneel between his legs. He reached down and opened my blouse, smiling when he found that my bra unhooked in front. Then he pinched both my nipples hard, asking me how rough I liked it. I told him that he could be very rough, but that he had to promise to make gentle love to me before I left.

As I remained kneeling, he opened the envelope and studied the pictures. He took his time, and I watched his dick getting bigger and bigger inside his shorts. Then he put the pictures on the table, stood up and said, Let s go inside. Topless, I followed him through his apartment and into the back bedroom, where he told me to strip. He picked up a necktie from a box and tied my wrists behind my back. Then he led me into the living room.

When he reached an easy chair he simply said, Kneel, as he dropped his shorts and sat down. His dick was so big and so hard. I scooted forward and swallowed as much as I could. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Aaron had me move my eager tongue and mouth from his cock to his balls, down as far as his knees and up his belly. Then he eased me onto my back and straddled me so he could fuck my breasts.

From the way he played with my breasts, I knew he liked them. I also knew that he wasn t going to stop until he came. Then, without any real warning, he stiffened, leaned forward and shot a huge wad of semen across my face. Three or four other streams of come followed before he slowed and eased back onto my belly and exclaimed, Wow!

Aaron then went and got a warm washcloth and cleaned my come covered face. Like a good slave, I allowed him to set his own pace. I wasn t going anywhere. He turned his attention to my nipples, bathing them with gentle kisses. He moved down my body, kissing and licking and pinching me. I was getting hotter and hotter as he got closer and closer to my pussy.

The Aaron flipped me over suddenly and gave me a swat on my ass, followed by a half dozen more. Telling me not to move, he left the room and returned a minute later with a wooden ruler. He proceeded to whack at my butt until I moaned and groaned. Then he rolled me over and kissed me gently on the mouth, saying that I was pretty tough and could take a lot more rough stuff than he d imagined. He helped me up and led me into his bedroom, where he pushed me onto the bed. He plastered his mouth to my pussy and in no time brought me to a great orgasm.

He then tied me spread eagled to the bed with more neckties and left the room. Every few minutes he d return to play with me, saying how much he liked my breasts. Sometimes he d kiss them softly, other times he d lick and bite them while fingering my pussy. Once, he put a clothespin on each of my nipples and left them there for maybe ten minutes. I was tied like that for maybe an hour and was pretty stiff when Aaron decided to untie me and let me stretch, go to the bathroom and shower.

When I returned to his room, he was naked and in bed. He told me to make love to him. I crawled up on the bed and started by kissing and licking my way from his feet to his rock hard cock. I give good head and made sure he got the best while I masturbated myself against his leg, as he requested. After a while he pulled me off him, rolled me onto my back and returned the favor, bringing me to another orgasm with his talented tongue.

Now, finally, he pulled me on top of him and entered my pussy in one wonderful jab. I nearly came again! I rode him for a long time before he rolled me over and took charge. I started coming again and he made sure it was a long, thundering orgasm. We slowed down some and he pulled his dick out of me. He moved up my body and told me to drink his come. I took him in my mouth and started pumping his dick, which responded in seconds by filling my mouth with delicious come.

We cuddled and rested before Aaron took me one more time. Exhausted, we went back to the living room and burned the pictures in his fireplace. Aaron told me that I was the wildest woman he d ever met. I told him to finish moving in and I would give him a house party he would never forget. Then, on my way out the door, I winked and told him that he hadn t fucked my asshole yet.

Ms. Kara A., Baja, California

JUST A NOTE TO SAY I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR PANTY SLAVE

Here s my note to a special lady: Hi. I was going through my laundry the other day, and I came across some articles that you gave me. I got to thinking about them, and I couldn t help touching my cock. I got myself so excited that I put on your panties. Then I wiggled into a pair of pantyhose that I purchased at a local convenience store. They re tan, medium to tall, light control with a reinforced toe, and they feel great! For a moment there I almost shaved my legs, but I chickened out. I guess I need someone to tell me to do these things.

I completed my outfit with a white lace teddy and I began cleaning my apartment. I swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors, did the dishes, cleaned the stove and counters. Finally, I did the bathroom. The whole time I was terribly excited because I was thinking I was at your place and you were ordering me to do these chores. From time to time I would stop and touch myself or start rubbing my nylon covered crotch against the counter and the bathtub. I felt like such a slut, but I loved it!

You should see my face now: I feel all flushed and I must be very red. You see, I woke up this morning and saw my pretty underwear on the chair, and I decided to wear my feminine things to the office. I only wore the pantyhose and the teddy because I wanted to be able to play with myself if the need arose, which it did. Of course, you would say I was a very bad girl because I didn t wear my panties and I touched myself without your permission. I guess I need to be punished, and it s you I see punishing me.

First, you make me take off my clothes, leaving me in just my pretty underthings. Then you scold me for being a bad girl and make me apologize. All the while you would be fondling me. Next, you take me over your knee and spank me to make sure I know my place. Once I had learned my lesson and was completely docile and obedient, you would have me do any chores you wished done. You might have me draw a nice bubble bath for you and then bathe you and shave your legs. Afterward, I d towel you dry and powder and perfume you. Then you d have me help you dress and do your makeup and paint your toenails.

Of course, during this time you make me bring you to as many orgasms as you desire, with my mouth or hands. After I prove what a good lady s maid I make, you have me wash out your lingerie by hand, because you know how this excites me.

If you desire, you put me in heels and a slip, dress or skirt, or whatever you deem appropriate for your panty slave to wear. When you re ready to go out, you make me wear your tight feminine jeans to show off my naughty bottom and panty lines. You do this because you know how much I like to be all wrapped up in your clothes. It makes me feel just like you, which is the highest compliment. Then you take me shopping to all the women s stores and I obediently follow you while you browse or try on different clothing.

After we shop, I d like to take you to dinner, and once we re back home I ll please you in any way you desire. You will, I trust, fall asleep completely satisfied, but first you would put me into a pretty nightie or nightgown. When we wake, I make breakfast for you and my training continues. Oh, the glamorous life of a panty slave!

Mr. Vic T., Billings, Montana

DARLING DEBBIE AND HER DIVINE DATE

My first love is lingerie. Silky, smooth, lacy lingerie just drives me wild! I have dozens of bras, panties and sexy nightgowns in all colors that I wear on special occasions. My favorite color is hot pink. It makes me feel so soft and feminine! Black makes me feel sexy and alluring. Virtually all my lingerie is lacy. I just love silk surrounded by beautiful lace. Sweet Nothings and Chantilly are my favorites. What s that saying? I dreamed I was writing to Variations in my Maidenform bra!

I am really proud of my wardrobe. I have several different types and styles of dresses. Most are what I would call cocktail dresses what a great name for a dress a transvestite wears!

Now, as for tonight, I have a date! I met Roger during a recent business trip. I, of course, was dressed as Debbie (my TV name) when we met. He is coming to town this evening and called to see if I was available. After my heart stopped throbbing, I said yes.

I am going to wear a low cut dress that is rose colored and has a pleated skirt. Under my dress I will wear a rose colored lace bra with a C cup. One of the things we TVs have going for us is that we can change our breast size depending on our mood, or should I say, our date s mood. Roger likes big tits.

I will wear matching rose colored lace panties and black seamed stockings. The feeling of silk stockings is indescribable! Needless to say, I will complete my outfit with a rose colored full slip and a pair of open toe black heels. I am going to feel so sexy and pretty.

Dressed as Debbie, I feel absolutely alluring. Roger should be here in about a half hour. I can t wait. Just before he arrives I ll check my makeup for the last time and put on one last bit of creamy rose lipstick. Of course, I ll spray a little bit of perfume on just before I answer the door. I ve laid out one of my full length silky nightgowns in the expectation of things to come.

Well, my evening with Roger was absolutely heavenly, and now that he is gone I can finish this letter. I sure hope you print it. I have had such a great time writing it and more importantly, experiencing it that it would be a shame if it weren t published.

Roger arrived with red roses and a very pretty slip he bought especially for me. It was so thoughtful of him that I immediately gave him a big French kiss. Feeling his strong, lean body pressed against mine was a real turn on.

We had a great evening. We went to a very expensive restaurant and were seated at a nice, secluded table. Roger treated me like such a lady, opening doors, helping me with my chair and even ordering dinner for me. He kept telling me how beautiful I looked. I felt so great!

After dinner, we went to a place that had some quiet music and dancing. We slow danced several numbers with me resting my head on his shoulder. Again, rubbing my silk encased body up against his was really a turn on. I couldn t wait to get back to my house where I could show Roger just how much of a lady I could really be!

We got back to my place around midnight. After we stepped inside and shut the door, I gave him the biggest, most passionate kiss you could imagine. I whispered in his ear that because he was making me feel like such a beautiful and sexy lady, I was going to make him feel like a real man!

I told Roger to get us a drink while I freshened up a bit. When I returned, he was sitting on the couch. I rubbed and kissed him all over as I started to slowly remove his clothes. To say I was turned on is an understatement. I was coming right in my lace panties! When I finally had Roger totally naked, I commenced giving him the biggest, and I m sure the most stimulating, blowjob of his life. When he ejaculated, I swallowed long and hard, just like any good woman should!

Now it was my turn. Roger kissed me all over as he worked his way down to my throbbing cock. He didn t take any of my clothes off, as both he and I prefer that I stay fully dressed and ladylike. Pulling up the skirt of my dress, he gently rubbed my cock through the silky fabric of my slip and panties. I was in seventh heaven. I could stand it no longer and had such an orgasm!

We continued kissing and hugging, and soon we were both ready for bed. I excused myself and went up to my bedroom. There I changed into the long flowing nightgown I had laid out earlier. I pulled on a fresh pair of pink panties, brushed my teeth and then went back downstairs. We kissed and hugged passionately for a few minutes and then went upstairs and fell asleep in each other s arms.

The next morning I let my lover sleep while I got up and shaved (what s a TV to do?) and applied some new makeup. I put my frilly robe on over my nightgown and went downstairs and made a great breakfast for Roger. I woke him up with a big kiss and a glass of orange juice.

We had a nice leisurely breakfast, after which I sucked him off and then modeled the slip he had given me the night before. It is beautiful, with lace covering the breasts and adorning the hem. It is a very pretty light blue color. I already know which dress I can wear it with.

Well, as I sit here finishing this letter, my cock is hard and throbbing. Just thinking about what a great night I had has gotten me so horny!

Mr. Debbie B., Los Angeles, California

PRETTY SALOON GIRL GUSHES WITH HAPPINESS WHEN CORRALLED

When my wife, Jane, asked if I would be a volunteer worker at her company s Western night, I said sure. She told me she d fill me in on the details as the time drew nearer. A couple of weeks before the event, Jane started making a satin saloon girl outfit. I teased her and told her to be sure to make it extra frilly and sexy. It wasn t until two days before the party that I got the rest of the story.

When our costumes were ready, my wife told me to come try mine on. I went to the bedroom and stripped to my underwear, but Jane told me to take those off too. I couldn t understand why until she handed me a pair of black satin panties covered with stiff red ruffles. It was then that I found out she had volunteered me to be one of the saloon girls!

Moments later, I was standing there in my satin panties. Next came a red and black satin corset, which Jane hooked up in the back. She attached fishnet stockings to the garters and stuffed the bra cups with balls of nylon net. Then came the satin dress. Jane told me she had made it frilly and sexy just like I wanted. Then came a short, billowy red and black petticoat, followed by high heels. Fishnet gloves completed the outfit. She told me that there would be three other husbands dressed the same and we would be serving drinks.

Jane reached under my satin skirt and all the stiff layers of petticoats and stroked my cock through the satin ruffles. She promised she would make my participation well worth my while.

On Saturday, I was back in the satin outfit. Jane had fun dressing me, going as far as putting nail polish and makeup on me. All the satin and the stiff petticoats rubbing against me had turned me on something fierce.

The event was a big success. All of us dressed as saloon girls had so much fun. I was amazed at how many women loved teasing my body. And the petticoats and nylon net rubbing against my nipples kept my cock straining against the satin ruffles all night long.

When we got home, Jane sure kept her end of the bargain! She made me watch as she stripped out of her tight jeans and Western blouse. To my surprise, she was wearing a corset that matched mine. She pulled me close and kissed me, and as she did, she ground her hips against mine. She knew the petticoats sliding around against my satin encased cock would drive me wild. And it did.

I was then put on the bed and she tied my hands to the headboard. Then she pulled off my satin panties. My hard cock stood straight up into my petticoats. Jane flipped up my skirt and petticoats and started sucking me. But before I could come she covered my cock with layers of petticoat and started stroking me. She told me I had better not come in my petticoats or she d see to it that I spent a weekend a month in them. Jane knew I couldn t control myself at that point. She just laughed and kept stroking my cock as I shot my load into the crisp material.

My wife flipped the petticoats back up and mounted me. My cock was still covered with come and slid right into her hot pussy. Jane fell forward and started rubbing the nylon net bra cups against my nipples. Soon my cock was rock hard again. With Jane thrusting her hips against mine, I felt her come, and shortly after I came a second time.

Finally, I was untied and cleaned up. But that night Jane insisted I wear the petticoats to bed. And she has kept her word once a month I must wear my satin dress complete with petticoats and serve her. I can hardly wait for the next time.

Mr. Bill Z., Worcester, Massachusetts

NO PEEWEE ADVENTURE THIS RATHER, A FULL BLOWN AFFAIR OF GLORIOUS DIMENSIONS

I m the type of guy who gets so horny crazy when I cross dress, I turn into a street walking, slut talking, knock your eyes out gal. It seems that there just isn t enough in the world to satisfy my insatiable lust for adult games and adventure.

Back in my younger days, I would experiment with my feminine side in secret these sessions of lingerie wearing usually ended with me masturbating to men s magazines and videos. Lately, I have been taking more and more daring steps toward a fantasy of mine where I am bold enough to approach another understanding person with whom I can share my secret.

One particularly feisty late night, while dressed in full blown female attire, I walked the half block to the post office to check my box. What an exhilarating experience that was especially when a car drove past, its headlights momentarily sweeping past me like a spotlight. Nothing happened, which convinced me that I could indeed pass for a female, and had nothing to fear by behaving so boldly.

Recently, I ve become more courageous, and I have been taking drives in my car while attired in my finest. Sometimes, while cruising the streets, I pass through what is infamously known as the blue light, all male district of town that most people wouldn t dare go near. Admiring men pursuing other men is a strong turn on for me, and many earth shattering orgasms have been experienced while jacking off to these vivid sexual images.

Last Saturday evening, I took special care with my look to impersonate a sassy, sexy looking chick ready for action. After a relaxing bath, I moved into the bedroom where I had already laid out my ensemble. I began dressing to a kinky, suggestive tape, the music making my feet move and hips sway to the beat.

I began with a black leather corset, laced up the back to cinch my already thin waist. To look the part of an aggressive domme on the prowl, I chose black fishnet pantyhose, snug enough to firmly hold my cock and balls in place between my legs. For footwear, I had only one choice: black knee high leather boots with four inch heels. A short black satin dress, flimsy to the touch, a patent leather belt and a small shoulder strap purse added to my desired image. Bold eye shadow accentuated my eyes and bright red lipstick advertised my cocksucking intentions to all but the most dense.

Inspecting my reflection in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes. My look was the best ever! I knew that the night was going to be special. The slut in me continued to rise while I softly stroked my now throbbing cock through the constraining fishnets.

I guess it was around two thirty in the morning when I resolved to at least try what I had fantasized about so many times before. I wanted to release my inhibitions and give up my womanly body to an attractive, worthy stranger for shared mutual pleasure. I was driving around in my car searching the streets for likely candidates when I chanced upon this really seedy looking, all night adult bookstore. In front of the building was a flashing sign that read: Peep Show XXX 25 Open 24 Hours.

I made a U turn and slowly drove back to check out the joint. A young guy was standing just outside, and he was watching me with piercing interest. Tense and excited, I parked about a block from the store. I checked my makeup and straightened my dress, and then, using my well practiced high heels walk, I sashayed toward the store. As I approached the front door, I realized that the guy was really cute. He was leaning against the wall adjacent to the entrance. The jeans he wore were very tight and revealed the enticing outline of his cock. He gave me the once over, which I returned with a smile as I walked into the store.

The room was not large, but the rows of magazine racks made it seem even more cramped. Trying to hide my innocence, I began to browse through the publications on display while slowly working my way to the counter at the rear. A tall, large boned woman wearing a long red dress was behind the counter. I walked up to her, my hips swaying, and in my best feminine voice asked for five dollars worth of tokens.

I entered the dimly lit hallway feeling scared. Doors to what I assumed were private viewing booths were evenly spaced on either side of the hall. Above each door was an illuminated sign describing the type of movie being offered. I moved on down the hall, reading the signs and looking for something interesting. The farther back I went, the more explicit and bizarre the film titles became.

Finally I stepped into a booth, closing and locking the door behind me. I dropped a token into the machine and within seconds the clicking sound of a movie projector resounded within the cubicle and beams of light filled the small space with a strange glow. I stared as a raw pornographic episode unfolded on the white screen.

The film showed a tall, well muscled man with a long, thick cock and a gorgeous ass. The guy was having his cock expertly sucked by a small, big breasted blonde who was seductively dressed in a garter belt, panties and hose. When it was the guy s turn to go down on the girl, what should he find upon removing her panties but a cock!

In no time I was hard, and I was considering the propriety of lifting my dress and playing with my stiff rod when the film ended. Leaning forward to deposit another token, I noticed a hole about two inches in diameter in the wall separating my booth from the one next to it. I bent down and took a look. Inside the neighboring booth, dimly illuminated by the flickering light, was the young guy I had noticed standing in front of the theater. He had those wonderfully tight jeans unzipped and was gently stroking his throbbing hard on. His stroking became more aggressive as he glanced in my direction. He knew I was watching him!

Hey, I whispered through the hole in the wall. How d ya like to be sucked off by these? I pursed my deep red lips. If you d like some good head, move your dick over here.

Is that you? he asked. The fox that came in a while ago? He stood up, stepped over to the wall and shoved his good looking hard on through the hole. I bet you love cock, you cocksucking bitch, I heard him say through the wall.

Close up like this I was even more taken with the size of his cock. I started slowly stroking the exposed shaft between my thumb and index finger, feeling the raised ridges and pumping veins. I tickled the circumcised scar mark around the head. Hearing him moan softly and seeing him press his cock further (how much could there be?) through the hole, I grasped him firmly with my hand and kissed his cockhead with my lips. I wet the entire length of his shaft with spit and began sucking on it. His cock was so big I didn t know whether I could handle it all, but little by little my cheeks stretched open and my mouth relaxed to take him in.

I pulled my pantyhose down below my balls, freeing my own hard shaft from its restraint, and feverishly frigged up and down my engorged, sensitive cock. My other hand was fondling my sensitive titties through my corset.

After a while, I knew my friend was getting close, so leaving my own tits and cock, I began jerking him off. Suddenly, with loud groans, he let loose a powerful load, shooting jets of semen against the back of my throat. I felt the pulsing of his shaft with my tongue and lips as the salty come filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but a few drops leaked past my lips and dribbled down my chin.

A few moments later I let his flaccid organ escape my mouth. It disappeared through the suck hole and into his jeans as I watched him quickly put himself together. Then he was gone. Licking my lips and wiping my chin, I got up off my knees. Straightening my clothes and fixing my face, I began to think about my very first transvestite experience with another person. It had been great! And I knew there would be more. I left my booth and strolled nonchalantly toward the front door.

The woman in the red dress behind the counter gave me a sly smile. Enjoy the movies? she asked.

I stepped out onto the street. The big smile I shot back at her was plenty answer enough. What great fun!

Mr. Phil N., Newark, New Jersey

MY LOVER WAS MORE THAN UP FOR OUR EXCITING ADVENTURE

The phone rang around noon. I answered in my usual businesslike voice, as it was, after all, during business hours. The husky voice of my lover said, I ve got plans for you this afternoon.

Really, I replied. Anything special?

Yes. I m going to shave your pussy tonight, and I m going to do it while you re completely naked and I stay fully clothed.

I was silent as I felt the full impact of his words sink in. He certainly had thought this one out, just as he had the other sexy scenes we enjoyed. I giggled nervously and squirmed in my seat. I couldn t give him an argument because my secretary was sitting practically at my elbow. Anyway, I wasn t sure I wanted to argue. I felt a thrill deep in the pit of my stomach and damp between my legs. It was a strange feeling.

Throughout the afternoon, Arnie s words kept echoing in my mind. Even though I was consciously rejecting the idea of a bald pussy, every time I thought of it I d get that feeling in the pit of my belly again.

Arnie arrived at my place around eight o clock. He was absolutely determined to shave me and I was trying to stall for time. I gave him a drink, then decided to take a shower. In the shower, I tried to picture my lover spreading my legs while he slowly shaved me totally naked, and I knew I couldn t go through with it. Being intimate with Arnie was one thing, but allowing him to lay me down, spread my legs, touch, look, probe it was all too much.

When I exited the bathroom, I found that Arnie had already set the stage. A towel protected the bed, and he had assembled a razor, shaving cream, a bowl of water and a battery operated beard trimmer. And, as he promised, he was still fully dressed, right to his impeccably knotted tie!

I tried to convince him that we should simply go to bed and make wonderful love, but he took me firmly by the arms and sat me on the bed. I bounced up he gently pushed me back. There I sat. He pushed my shoulders down on the pillows and settled my buttocks squarely in the middle of the towel.

My cheeks were hot with embarrassment and I squeezed my eyes shut. When I peeked, I was surprised to find that my nipples were standing up straight! Loosening the belt of my robe, Arnie exposed my body completely. Then he turned his attention to my pussy. He parted my bent knees and set my heels apart. I had never before felt so naked or so aroused. Me, legs spread, nipples hard, eyes closed. Arnie, fully dressed and in complete command, with all his instruments at hand. Ooh, but it was deliciously exciting!

I quivered in anticipation. I heard the hum of the beard trimmer, and I felt the touch of cold metal on my pubis. I instinctively closed my legs. He parted them and started over.

This was unbelievable! I peeked, my cheeks still hot with embarrassment and desire, and saw him peering intently at my most intimate parts and making them even more naked than ever. He continued to shave me with the vibrating instrument, and as he went lower and lower, it began to remind me of the wonderful vibrator I sometimes use when I m home alone. I groaned.

When he was finished with the beard trimmer, he shut it off and set it down. Now, I thought, we ll make love. And I was ready for him, too. My pussy was dripping and ready for his cock.

But the next thing I knew, my legs were spread wider while he lathered my crotch with shaving cream. He took up the razor and started to shave me. The shaving cream mingled with my flowing juices. The more he touched and looked between my legs, the more excited I became. Arnie remained very businesslike as he caressed the inner and outer folds of my pussy with his fingers and the ever present razor.

I was struggling to hold still, to keep myself in check, when he said, Look at that little button standing up there. And he brushed his fingers over my clitoris, which he had totally exposed, and I groaned with desire. Go ahead, you can touch it, he said.

I felt two fingers slip into my vagina and slowly move in and out, in and out, as he continued to shave me. I reached down and started rubbing my slippery clitoris while his fingers continued fucking me. Tears of joy came to my eyes as my hips bucked in response to his plunging fingers. With my nipples hard, legs spread, exposed clitoris responding to my touch and his fingers inside me feeling my pussy contract, I came and came and came until I was limp.

As I lay there totally relaxed, I felt those fingers up me again two, three, then four! He was working his whole hand into me! My vagina was already relaxed from coming, and before I knew it, he had pushed inside me all the way up to his wrist and was slowly turning his hand back and forth. Oh my, what a feeling!

My body began to shudder and I was out of control again. I came until I couldn t come anymore. I ground my hips down into the bed and then thrust them up into the air. When I was totally spent, Arnie removed his hand. He wiped me and his hand off with the towel and then removed the shaving instruments from the bed. Then he took off his pants and spread my legs again to expose my newly naked pussy. He plunged his beautiful cock inside me and I moaned with pleasure. Bald, I learned that night, is truly beautiful. I urge other women who have shaved pussies to write.

Ms. Gabrielle T., Amherst, Massachusetts

INTRODUCING LOLA, A HOT NEW BLONDE ON THE PARTY SCENE

My wife was spending a night away from home with some girlfriends, and as I have her permission to enjoy my own girl s night out, I decided it was the perfect time to find some hot action for Lola.

After putting on my heavily padded bra, I slipped into silky pantyhose and a lacy half slip. I put on my face, wiggled into a pink dress and brushed my long blond hair. Stepping into my five inch heels, I checked myself out in the full length mirror. Voil ! A hot new sex blonde bombshell is born.

Eager for some sexy company, I called a gay escort service and they sent over a tall, handsome blond. In less than ten minutes, Troy was buck naked and I was enjoying the feel of a nice hard cock between my lips. Just seeing my long, hot pink nails holding his magnificent erection while I teasingly tongued the swelling had me dizzy with desire.

Not wanting to get Troy off too soon, I had him take some sexy photographs of my girlish figure. After the photo session, I was hotter than ever. I grabbed my hunk of a man by his cock and hurried to the bedroom, where I quickly went down on him again. A few minutes later, I greased my pussy and guided Troy s tool up my hot and ready ass. Oh, was it ever good!

Troy plunged deep inside me, his balls slapping my cheeks as he filled me with ecstasy. After minutes of fast and furious action, he poured a hot load of come into my grateful ass. So excited was I to be creamed by such a hunk, I didn t even realize my belly was sticky with my own hot load.

By now, I was feeling like a complete woman. I coaxed Troy into taking me to some of the show bars in town. I loved walking down the sidewalk with the wind blowing up my skirt and a stud holding me ever so closely. After seeing beautiful female impersonators perform, he suggested a visit to a straight bar. I was game. I got the biggest thrill dancing among all the real women. I even got several compliments from the girls while freshening up my makeup in the lady s room. I was in heaven!

After partying till the wee hours of the morning, my handsome prince took me home, where I fell asleep sucking on his magnificent sword of flesh. Awakening the next morning, I found I was alone in my bed. A nice smile bathed my face as I remembered my hot night out with Troy.

Mr. George S., Staten Island, New York

TECHNOLOGICAL MARVEL HASTENS TORRID AFFAIR OF SEXY DIVORCEES

A not too well known fact about cordless phones led me to a very erotic friendship with Helen, my divorced neighbor. She s very beautiful and just moved in next door to me. I m divorced, too, and in my early thirties.

Helen is in her mid forties and can pass for a woman ten years younger. She has a beautiful face and a figure women envy. When she s working in her rose garden, I often go out to talk to her. The first thing I noticed was that she seldom wore any underthings. Her scooped neck tops expose her perfect breasts when she bends over, allowing a good view of her swollen pink areolas and erect nipples.

She caught me looking one day and laughed, You re peeking. To which I replied, Admiring! She smiled again and said she hated underwear and went nude most of the time in her house.

About a week later I got a real surprise. I picked up the phone and heard Helen s unmistakable low, throaty laugh. Then I remembered that cordless phones are in reality radio transmitter receivers hooked to a phone line. It s not a private line anyone on the same frequency can hear you.

Helen was talking to a woman and was about to hang up when the woman mentioned my name and asked Helen if she had gotten her long talented tongue in my pussy! Helen replied that she thought I was interested from the looks I d given her, but she wanted to be sure first and not make a mistake. I flipped the off button on my phone and smiled inwardly. I had such a wicked plan in the works.

Later in the day I invited Helen over for drinks. I d put on a sheer dress with nothing on under it. If the light and my movements were just right, you could glimpse my furry blonde patch and my nipples. Helen wore a sundress, with no bra. I couldn t tell about panties.

She complimented me on how nice I looked and said she definitely liked my dress. We sat facing each other, drinking our martinis, Helen on the couch and me on a chair. I sat so my dress was pulled up high, and Helen s eyes kept wandering to my thigh. I pulled my dress higher as she watched and finally said, Is that what you d like to get your long, talented tongue into? Her look was one of amused puzzlement.

How did you know about that? she asked good naturedly. I explained about cordless phones. She was astonished. God, the conversations I ve had on that phone. She laughed again. And here I was trying to be such a staid matron. I m glad I found out so soon, and from a woman who obviously will enjoy my many talents. Am I right? Why not? I thought.

I stood up and slipped out of my dress. Helen removed hers. We stood apart, admiring each other, then came together and kissed, our bodies melting together so naturally it was as if we d been lovers for years. Her tongue fenced with mine, and I quickly learned she was a very talented kisser. We moved apart, laughing softly, and I led her to my bedroom. I d put satin sheets on the bed, turned it down and lit scented candles. Beside the bed was a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses.

There was no rush. We talked, drank Champagne and explored each other with our eyes, lips, tongues and fingers. Much later I found out how long and talented her tongue really was. We made love for the rest of the afternoon, went to her house for dinner, then resumed our lovemaking in her luxurious, king size bed. Thank goodness for modern technology!

Ms. Vanessa B., Salt Lake City, Utah

OH, HAPPY DAY! MY WIFE HAS BEGUN TRAINING ME TO BE HER PLEASURE SLAVE

I m writing at the request of my mistress to tell you what recently happened to me. For years I have longed to be the submissive partner in my relationship with my wife. Occasionally she has taken the dominant role, but not nearly as often as I wished. That was until last Friday night.

I arrived home later than I said I would. I didn t see Sheila, but I saw a light on in the bedroom. When I got back there, I found her dressed in a black nightgown I d never seen before. What a great surprise, but this was only the beginning.

After informing me that I was once again late, Sheila told me that she wanted to see some behavior modification before the weekend was over. She informed me that for the entire weekend I would be in training and that I was to address her as Mistress. She then ordered me to strip. Needless to say, I was surprised, but I was also very excited. I started to undress, but Sheila ordered me to turn on the stereo and do a strip routine. She warned me that it had better be good.

I started my strip and she laughed, saying that if I couldn t do better I would be punished. As I stripped off my underwear, she ordered me to bend over, wet my finger with my mouth and run it up and down the crack of my ass. I did as she ordered.

Mistress then ordered me not to touch my cock or balls but to play only with my asshole. As I probed my asshole, she offered me her foot and said that I should suck her toes just like I d suck a cock. By this time my cock was dripping pre come and I was so excited, I would have done just about anything.

After sucking and licking my wife s toes, I was allowed to work my way up the back of her leg as she put her beautiful ass right in my face. After kissing her ass, I started to make a move for her pussy. She grabbed me by the hair and told me I would have to beg if I wanted to eat her. Finally, after begging her permission, I was allowed to lick her pussy and suck on her clit. She kept my face in place for at least a half hour, during which time I brought her to several orgasms.

When Mistress ordered me to stand, she noticed I had pre come all over my cock, which she finally allowed me to touch. She looked me in the eye and told me to lick the pre come off my finger. She asked me if I wanted to come. I, of course, said yes.

Mistress lay down on the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Unfortunately, I was so excited I shot my load almost immediately. This upset Sheila. She told me to go and get her dildo. She had me slip it into her come filled pussy as deep as I could and then slowly pull it all the way back out. Stroke by stroke, she instructed me exactly how to fuck her with her dildo until she built and built to another rather amazing orgasm.

Now the dildo was covered with my hot sticky come and her hot love juices. She held it in place, where a cock would be if she had one, and looking me in the eye, said she was sure I knew what to do next. I did, and I proceeded to lick and suck the dildo clean.

Mistress noticed how hard my cock was only minutes after shooting my first load and she laughed, saying it was too bad she didn t have a real cock to stick in my mouth and asshole. Mistress ordered me to get on my back, then placed her pussy right on my mouth. She told me that if I wanted to come again that weekend, I had better lick her better than I had ever done before. Of course, I tried my very best.

While Mistress was still sitting on my face, she said that I could masturbate while I ate her pussy. When I was ready to come, Mistress told me I had better appreciate my reward. Afterward, she tied the sash from her nightgown around my neck and told me it was my training collar.

I awoke early Saturday morning still dressed in my collar and went to fix breakfast for Mistress. After breakfast, I bathed her and she ordered me to shave her pussy, which I was only too happy to do. Next came a one hour tongue bathing of her ass and pussy. As a reward, I was allowed to model some soft, silky lingerie. Mistress then strapped on her dildo and told me what to do. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to lick it and suck it as if it were a real cock.

Now Mistress told me to put on a show for her. I did a little dance and played with my nipples, cock and asshole. Mistress loved it. She ordered me to come sit on her dildo, which she worked way up my ass. She then told me to ride the dildo and play with myself. I rode up and down on it while I played with my cock and nipples. I came, spraying hot, sticky come all over myself. I won t even tell you what she made me do with it, but I m sure you can imagine.

At the moment, I am sitting at my wife s feet, my collar is tied in a neat bow around my neck, my ass is sore and I m writing this letter to you. Mistress is looking very devilish and I m sure I m in for some mischievous play soon. I certainly hope so.

Mr. Bernie A., Huntington, West Virginia

OUTCRY FROM YANKEE SWINGERS FRUSTRATED IN PARIS

Can t Variations do something about this? The hot sex boulevards through the park in Paris where we have always picked up swing couples have been closed! The sex scene will not be the same without the Bois de Boulogne! Where will horny swingers find one another? What a way to end a century of sex since the invention of the automobile.

Last month we came for our annual vacation to Paris and my wife, Lynn, and I were really looking forward to bringing a different sexy couple back to our suite each night for partouse fun. But when we drove our rented car over to the park that night, we found that the avenues that run right through the woods were closed off. We heard it was because too many people were getting sick from the prostitutes that roam the area. Apparently the caf s on the edge of the park were furious about the possibility of losing business but finally they decided to leave the outside streets open and just close the inside streets at night. So now, even if you just want to cut through the Bois de Boulogne at night, you have to drive around.

When I think of the fabulous sex we ve had with couples we ve met driving around in there at midnight, it s heartbreaking to think that it might be over. Last year we picked up this Milanese guy named Armande and his lanky model girlfriend named Lola. Armande s fantasy was to see the most outrageous things that Lola would do while he watched let me tell you, I loved that fantasy. We asked her to strip on the balcony three floors above the passersby on the sidewalk below and then she danced around with Lynn, and Armande took snapshots of the girls necking on the bed before joining them.

Although great lovemaking was had all around, Armande s favorite part of it was jerking off watching me fuck Lola bent over an armchair, bent over the balcony rail and bent over the bathroom sink panting into the mirror. He shot a whole roll of our film following me around with Lola and also posing Lynn in seductive postures, in different pieces of the new lingerie I d bought her.

Armande and Lola were our kind of swingers and we had fun showing them off at the clubs. We took them to the twentieth anniversary gala for the swing club Messaline and the two girls were so outrageous, we bundled them up in the car and drove out to Le Roi Ren to see if that was their kind of scene.

Years ago Le Roi Ren used to be my judge of a good mistress: how many men she could take on those long, dark tables in the back. Now I love Lynn more, I guess, for not wanting a wild gang bang scene. As it turned out, Lola and Lynn were more interested in each other than in any of the men there.

I was in seventh heaven watching them. Armande and I stood there with neat scotches from my membership bottle and I was so proud to have all those men standing around admiring my beautiful wife and knowing I was the one who got to take her home and fuck and suck her.

Those were the days! Can t Variations, with all its contacts in the sexual underground, pull some strings so the Bois de Boulogne opens at night again? It would really mean a lot to swingers all over the world.

Mr. Hank S., Encino, California