My lover is a busy executive, and although we share fantasies on the phone and by letter, I live for the times when I am allowed to be with him in person. I am thirty four years old and have had submissive fantasies for years, but Clint is the first man to actually dominate me as I have dreamed of being dominated. And he knows how thrilled I am to be his love slave.

Last Saturday, Clint phoned to say that he wanted to see me. I was to be ready at eight that night. First I gave myself an enema, as ordered, and then I bathed and changed into a garter belt and stockings, a skirt, a silky blouse with no bra and high heels. When I was ready, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat, waiting for the honk of the horn that would signal he was outside waiting for me. The honk came, finally, and with my heart pounding, I went down the porch steps and out to the car.

“You look very nice, Shari,” Clint greeted me. He is in his early forties, with a quietly commanding manner and a voice that can sound like a huge cat growling or purring, depending on his mood.

“Thank you,” I murmured, dry mouthed.

He waited until I was inside with the door closed before he spoke again. “Pull your skirt up and out from under you. I want your bare ass on the seat.” I did as directed. “Now unbutton your blouse.” Blushing furiously, I fumbled with the buttons. “Lean forward and put your hands behind you, wrists together.” Again I did as directed and saw the glint of steel in his hands. Then I felt cold metal on my wrists as he cuffed my hands behind me. I whimpered in anticipation, unable to keep my growing excitement from showing.

“Are you wet already, Shari?” Clint asked softly. “Does being handcuffed excite you?”

“Yes, it does,” I whispered.

Clint reached down and flipped my skirt up, completely exposing me. “Spread your legs wide, and keep them that way.”

I moaned softly as I felt the cool air on my pussy, and the need to be touched overwhelmed me. Clint flipped my blouse open, and the cool air hit my nipples and caused them to pucker. He reached across me, grabbed the shoulder belt and fastened it in place. Then he started the car and pulled away from the curb into the darkness. I sat exposed, with my legs spread wide, my blouse open, my hands cuffed behind me. I was so hot and excited I knew that just a touch would make me come.

After a while we pulled off the freeway, and as we approached his house, he reached over and closed my blouse and pulled my skirt down. The car pulled into the garage, the door automatically closing behind it. He reached over and unfastened the seat belt, but not the handcuffs. As I slid out of the car, he put his arms around me, holding my wrists with one hand and gently pulling my head back by my hair with the other.

“Are you my love slave, Shari?”

“I am your love slave,” I whispered, the acknowledgment causing a warm, tingling ache in my pelvis that quickly spread to my pussy and breasts.

Clint kissed me, his tongue playing with mine, and then he had me walk in front of him into the house. Once we were inside, he unfastened my handcuffs and sat down on the couch. “Undress,” he said quietly.

When I was down to the garter belt and stockings, I slipped my heels off and looked at him. “That’s enough for now,” he said. “Come here.” I stood in front of him where he sat. He took my hands and again handcuffed my wrists behind me. “Kneel down,” he told me. I did so, breathlessly.

Clint began to lightly fondle my breasts. Then I saw him reach over to the small end table and pick up nipple clamps joined by a thin chain. Still fondling my breasts, he pulled my right nipple out and secured the clamp on it. I moaned, and then moaned again when he put the other clamp on my left nipple. He picked up a short chain leash and fastened it to the chain joining the clamps. He tugged on the leash and observed my response. I whimpered with pleasure.

Clint stood up in front of me and pulled his jeans down. He took his hard cock in one hand and gently tapped my cheeks with it. He rubbed it teasingly around my lips as I opened my mouth. On my knees, my hands cuffed behind me, I wanted so very badly to lick his cock, to take it in my mouth. And knowing I would have to beg for it was incredibly exciting.

“Do you want my cock, Shari?”

“Yes, please. Please let me suck your cock. Please, I beg you.”

Letting go of his cock, Clint grabbed my hair and guided my mouth to his erection. I began to suck with all the skill at my command, us ing my lips and tongue to pleasure him. I pulled back to lick only the head and then sucked all of his stiff cock into my mouth again, moving my head back and forth. My pussy was dripping wet as I moaned around the cock filling my mouth.

Suddenly Clint pulled away. He reached down and unfastened the nipple clamps, causing me to cry out. “Turn around,” he said. Still on my knees, I did so. He unfastened my handcuffs. “Now bend over and put your head down on the rug with your arms stretched out in front of you. Leave your ass up in the air and spread your knees wide. Now swing your nipples back and forth so they rub against the carpet.” My nipples were ultrasensitive from the removal of the clamps, and as I rubbed them back and forth on the carpet, I gasped and moaned.

“Get up,” Clint told me, “and get on the bed in that position.” I did so, kneeling with my ass up in the air, my knees wide and my head down. Then I heard a whistling sound behind me.

“Do you remember that sound, Shari?” Clint asked me.

“It’s your whip,” I answered, remembering the feel of it from the last time. The nine thongs of the whip were about two and a half feet long, made of leather and knotted on the ends.

“Do you want me to whip you, Shari?”

“Yes, please,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire.

I heard the whip whistle through the air as he brought it down on my ass. The impact made me shudder and moan, and as he continued to whip me, I began spinning in space, knowing how open and vulnerable and completely his I was. Each stroke brought another moan from me as my ass grew hot and red. Finally he stopped and caressed my aching bottom.

I was almost sobbing from the pain and heat and lust as his fingers moved between my buttocks and played with my asshole. I moaned into the bed then, my head again spinning, feeling the blood coursing through my veins. I felt Clint lubricating my asshole and then something hard and cold nudging my rear passage. I could not help but cry out as he slowly began to push a dildo inside me. Holding only the head inside my ass, he rotated it gently. “Shari, do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes, please fuck my ass,” I answered.

Clint pushed the dildo all the way inside me, filling my ass, as I kneeled, head down, in front of him. He then proceeded to fuck me, slowly at first and then harder and faster, until I was bucking back against the dildo. He reached under me with one hand and began to play with my clit until I gasped and cried out loud, “Please, I beg you. May I come? Please may I come?”

“Yes, you may come for me.”

I came, sobbing with joy. Clint continued to fuck me hard and fast with the dildo, and I came again. Then he slowed the tempo, pushing the dildo all the way in and holding it, still and rubbing my pussy gently as I calmed down.

“Go clean up a bit and come back,” he said. Still trembling, I climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, he took me upstairs and fastened me, spread eagled to his four poster bed.

“I am going to eat you until you come for me again, Shari,” Clint said gently. With that he moved between my spread legs, and I felt his mouth and tongue on me. I came and came again, bucking against the ropes and crying out. He untied me and asked me hoarsely, “Where do you want my cock, Shari?”

“In my pussy,” I gasped. “Please fuck me with your cock,” Clint drove into me with one stroke, I was so hot and well lubricated. He fucked me as I wanted him to fuck me, hard and fast and deep, until we came together in each other’s arms.

It was truly a night to remember, one of our best together.

Ms. S.H., Texas

From our very first date, I knew I wanted to marry Jerry and keep him forever, because he loved cock and ball work as much as I loved dishing it out. And, as a special bonus, his dick was so damn large.

I admit it to me there’s nothing more exciting than stripping off Jerry’s pants and exciting his meat until it arcs upward, the huge shaft and knob extending above his bellybutton, throbbing with a life of its own. The only thing more exciting than staring at this massive sex organ is training it!

Sometimes we go to dinner in a nearby city where no one knows us, and before we get out of the car, I tie off his balls and run the leash out through his fly. Jerry always likes to pick a booth near single young women or couples, because he really gets a charge out of the women’s reactions to his predicament. Generally I keep him hard all during dinner, tugging and squeezing his erection. During our after dinner coffee, I fish out his big organ and keep a fair amount of pressure on his ball leash, which has him pulled into a tight, protuberant nut sac. I leave the cord out so I can lead him out of the restaurant. He stays close, holding our jackets over his arm between us so that people can’t see too much.

Last Friday, I led him past three girls as I strutted out of a restaurant, and he was on fire with lust when we got to the parking lot. He kept describing the shocked expressions on those girls’ faces. As he was obviously too excited to be trusted to drive, I made him sit in the passenger seat, and I handcuffed him with his hands behind the seat. Before we drove off, I pulled out that throbbing dick, and it bounced all the way home.

When we arrived home, I led Jerry in from the garage with his trousers around his ankles, his feet shuffling comically, and his big penis swinging from side to side. Watching him bob to and fro, as I pulled on his balls with the rope, started my clit swelling into a penis training mood. I fixed myself a drink at the bar and tugged my slave into the living room. I had him strip and dance for me, thrusting his dick into the air with desire, while he described the blushing faces of the three girls from earlier in the evening.

I tied his hands behind his back with rope, each wrist just above the opposite elbow. He was then ordered to kneel at the foot of the couch between my legs to service my cunt. I took my time finishing my drink, relishing the pleasurable circular motion of his tongue on my now wanton clitoris. Too soon, he was begging to come, so I stuffed his mouth with my panties and tied them in place with my scarf. I tied his ball sac to the leg of the coffee table and slipped into the bedroom to change into a costume more appropriate for penis training.

When I emerged from the hall, nude and in heels, it must have taken Jerry ten seconds to drink me in before he focused on the whip dangling from my hand. I strutted toward him, snapping that whip around him. Pretty soon his dick stood straight up, fat, thick and with the knob so turgid, it was purple and shiny. I untied his ball rope from the coffee table leg and made him run back and forth for me with his prick slapping his stomach and bouncing about wildly. That was all I could take I ordered him to his knees so he could crawl to our bedroom. I walked behind him, whipping his ass vigorously.

When we got to the bedroom, I ordered him to stand at the foot of our wrought iron bed and spread his legs for the whip. By now I was hankering for an orgasm myself, so I strutted to the chest of drawers and pulled out my favorite strap on dildo. With all the nubs on the back, it’s like a big, long rubber extension of my clitoris. I tied my slave bent over, attaching a collar to his neck and that to the headboard. The mirrored closet doors to one side enabled Jerry to enjoy our reflection as I whipped his ass red hot.

Tossing the whip aside, I smeared KY jelly up and down my big rubber shaft, ordering my slave to spread his cheeks and relax his big ass. I started pumping my shaft in and out, watching its length appear and disappear in the side mirror, my mind swimming in power and lust. Grinding the base of the dildo against my clitoris, I told Jerry what a nice tight ass he had. Screaming, “Take it deep,” I lit into him as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed me. My other hand was busy jacking off my slave’s cock and feeling it thicken and pulsate until it shot jet after jet of semen all over the bedspread.

Ladies, believe me, there’s nothing like training a big penis!

Ms. T.E., North Carolina

Recently, my wife and I had a vacation that was quite possibly the best of the many we have had over the past three years. We had chosen New Orleans for a short three day mini vacation not only because of the many good restaurants, but, more important, because of the bawdy reputation of the nightlife.

We arrived rather late on a Friday night, and after we checked into our hotel, Penelope went into the bathroom to transform herself from the serious minded career woman I had arrived with into the lusty exhibitionist she becomes when on vacation. I went down to the hotel bar to wait for her.

I had been in the bar about an hour when I caught sight of my wife. She looked quite foxy in a skintight black miniskirt, a leopard print tank top, sheer black stockings and leopard print fuck me pumps. As soon as she made her way over to my place at the bar, she announced our plans for the evening. First she wanted to eat at a romantic little restaurant she had heard about, and then she wanted to go dancing at one of the clubs on Bourbon Street. We left immediately, much to the chagrin of the men who had been admiring her shapely figure from afar.

Over dinner, as I ran my hands up her shapely legs, I told my wife how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. Penelope, knowing how much I enjoy dirty talk, built up my anticipation by saying, “I’m in the mood to be fucked by a couple of really big, macho guys tonight. You know, honey, it just makes me feel so sexy to have a big, hairy, muscular man pounding his cock into me. When I feel a big, thick cock filling my pussy. I just come like crazy. You don’t mind it when I fuck guys with bigger cocks than yours, do you, sweetie?”

“Of course not,” I responded. “As a matter of fact, I’ve never seen you look more lovely than last year when you fucked that lifeguard with the really big cock. Just remembering the look on your face when he finally buried it all in your pussy is enough to give me an instant hard on.”

My wife was exceptionally horny that night, and so, as soon as I had paid the tab, we were on our way to Bourbon Street. As we entered the bar of Penelope’s choice, I noticed that the ratio of men to women was about two to one, and I noted that there was an abundance of good looking men from whom she could choose. It wasn’t long before I was watching my wife dancing with a dark haired man. When the music ended, another man took his place. I sat at the bar, sipping a drink.

Penelope had danced with a number of men when I noticed that she was concentrating on two handsome, well built fellows who had come in together. As they took turns swinging Penelope around to the lively music, it was obvious that she was becoming increasingly turned on.

After about an hour of steamy dancing, my wife led her two friends over to where I was sitting at the bar. She introduced me to Kyle and Max. They were construction workers, and their rugged good looks were clearly eliciting lusty desires in my wife. After introductions were made, Kyle exclaimed, “I thought you were kidding! This really is your husband!”

“That’s right,” my wife said. “Go ahead, James tell them how it turns you on to watch me dance with other men.” She smiled seductively.

I didn’t want the people seated nearby to overhear this conversation, so I quietly explained that, yes, Penelope and I were married and that, yes, I did like to watch her dance with other men. When I had finished, Penelope said, “Max says a friend of his has a bar near here with a pool table in the back room. What do you say we head on over there for a couple of games of pool?” The way Penelope smiled let me know that pool was not the only game she planned on playing. I readily agreed to her suggestion.

Max’s friend’s bar was a small, smoky neighborhood hangout. It was very late by the time we arrived, and Max’s friend, Bart, was just about to close up for the night. After Max whispered something to him, however, he smiled and announced that we could party awhile and that he would lock the front door to keep out any new customers.

By the time a round of drinks appeared, my wife was acting exceedingly flirtatious as she bounced around the room. Waiting for Max to rack up the balls, Penelope insisted that she be allowed to play the first game, and as she bent over the table to break, her miniskirt rode up on her thighs to reveal about an inch of creamy skin above the tops of her lacy black stockings. There was an audible gasp as all eyes focused on her pert ass. Penelope, of course, pretended not to notice a thing and continued to aim her cue.

My wife didn’t sink any balls on her first shot, and when her turn came again, she purposely picked a shot that required her to lean way over the table. She was really getting into her act as she looked over her shoulder and cooed, “Do you guys like the view back there?” while at the same time she spread her legs wide and arched her back so that her short skirt hiked up still higher.

By the time Penelope’s next turn came, the guys had gotten over their initial surprise, and when she bent over to shoot, Kyle’s finger found its way into her pussy. “Oooh, that feels so good. I love it,” moaned my wife as she pushed back with her hips to meet Kyle’s probing fingers. “Man, your wife certainly is friendly!” laughed Kyle as he looked over to see me softly stroking the bulge in my pants.

After a couple of minutes, Penelope wriggled away and removed her skirt and top. There were loud whistles of appreciation at the erotic sight of my wife, naked except for her black garter belt, stockings and leopard print high heels. Bart suggested that we might be more comfortable in the front of the bar, and so, after drawing the blinds, we all moved to a large corner booth. Max and Kyle pulled the table away and then removed their pants to reveal erect cocks. Penel ope had obviously chosen well, for the smaller of the two cocks was significantly larger than mine and quite a bit thicker. When Max and Kyle were seated in the booth, my wife knelt on the floor and began to suck their cocks in turn.

The guys were laughing and shouting, congratulating themselves on their good fortune, when suddenly Max shuddered and began to pump thick streams of semen into my wife’s mouth. Penelope kept her mouth glued to Max’s cock the whole time and swallowed every drop of his creamy seed. Kyle was next, and my wife also swallowed every bit of his load. “I need to be fucked,” whimpered Penelope as soon as she had finished licking Kyle’s penis clean. Max pulled a blanket from behind the bar and spread it on the floor. My wife immediately lay back on the blanket, spreading her legs wide. I had begun to masturbate, and when Penelope noticed this, she teased me, saying, “You love it almost as much as I do, don’t you, honey?”

I could see that her pussy was positively oozing juices, and when Max began to thrust in and out of her, I began to masturbate in time to his plunges. Seeing my wife’s look of rapture, her legs wrapped tightly around Max’s muscular back and her eager pussy stretched wide around his massive cock combined to give me one of the most fantastic orgasms of my life. My cock spurted come all over my hand and stomach.

Now Max suddenly growled, “Oh yeah, I’m coming!” as he buried himself to the hilt in my wife’s pussy and flooded her with his semen. When he finally pulled his limp cock from my wife, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and submissively raised her ass so that Kyle could mount her doggy style. Kyle immediately moved into position behind Penelope and began to pump in and out of her pussy. The lewd spectacle of Penelope on all fours, her tits bobbing with each thrust of Kyle’s cock, so aroused Kyle that he promptly emptied his load deep inside my wife.

Max and Kyle spent the next couple of hours fucking my wife in every position and combination imaginable as I masturbated to two more orgasms. At almost four in the morning, Penelope decided she had had enough. When we finally made it back to our hotel room, we were exhausted. We both slept until noon the next day.

My wife’s performances always seem to make me more infatuated with her, and that time was no different. One sexual adventure per holiday is all we can handle, and as is usually the case, Penelope and I spent the remainder of our stay in New Orleans in romantic bliss, just the two of us. There’s something indescribably exciting about watching my wife give her pussy to other men, and I’ve never been the slightest bit jealous. I don’t think I could ever find a more perfect wife. Life is so wonderful.

Mr. J.V., Georgia

Last night I decided I needed some more adult magazines and that Desiree, my alter ego, was the one who needed to go get them. After all, she is the hot to trot transvestite who knows what can come of a visit to an adult bookstore full of horny men.

After carefully applying my slutty, bewitching makeup, silky black hose, hot pink Dragon Lady nails and matching glossy lipstick, I stepped into a hot pink leather skirt. Next, my favorite white angora sweater adorned with faux pearls and diamonds was slipped over my 38D rubber breasts, which were held snuggly against my chest with a lacy Christian Dior bra. God, does that angora ever feel good!

Next, I fluffed to its fullest and sexiest my long blonde super girl wig. Finally I stepped into my new five inch hot pink heels, which had just arrived from my favorite mail order firm. Upon seeing my hot body in the full length mirror, my heart nearly jumped out of my deep throat.

Ready now and hot to trot, I drove to my favorite bookstore. Once parked, I freshened my lipstick and fluffed my golden locks once more. Then I stepped out of the car and strutted my cute ass down the sidewalk. With a walk so slow and sexy, I got several cat whistles, which thrilled me and heightened the adventure as I opened the door to all those hard cocks displayed on slick mag covers. With all the confidence of any whore who ever stepped through the magical doors of an adult bookstore, I browsed my way to the transvestite section, where I was immediately joined by a handsome black man.

I must tell you, black cocks excite me. I thrill to the vision of my hot pink nails caressing a large, hard, ebony dick. God, I love it! From the bulge rising in my newfound admirer’s pants, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I tasted his manhood. Finding several mags I didn’t have, I coyly walked to the cash register and paid for them. With a sexy turn of my head, I gazed ever so sexily back at my hard buddy and winked. With that, I bounced back out to the parking lot.

Sure enough, he was right behind me. I motioned to him to follow me for some fun. Without a word, we got into my car. Even before he sat down, I noticed his black rod hanging out just ready to be loved. Talk about being ready.

I wasted not a moment wrapping my luscious lips around his hardened meat. My tongue swished all over his black bone, loving every inch. After bathing it with saliva, I went to work, my blonde head bobbing all the way down to his kinky hair. Eager for his hot come, I massaged his balls with my nails and sucked with a frenzy.

Much to my pleasure, I was soon rewarded with gobs of hot, salty semen. Savoring the flavor, I redistributed it all over his manhood, playing it safe. A few moans later, he thanked me, kissed me on the cheek, and left. Feeling so much like a woman, I headed downtown to visit the show bars.

On the way, I dome lighted the truckers, showing off my sexy legs. But after being passed seemingly un noticed by several truck drivers, I couldn’t help but start feeling a little down. Then, out of nowhere, came three long blasts of a trucker’s horn, and as I looked in the rearview, I noticed a big eighteen wheeler on my ass with his right turn signal on.

As I pulled into the right lane, he followed. I knew what he wanted. I took the next truckers’ exit and he followed, of course. As he walked to my car, I couldn’t believe my good fortune. He was a hunk tall, muscular and blonde. Hmmm, was I going to have fun.

He told me of a friend of his who was staying at a nearby truckers’ motel and said he knew I would enjoy having some fun with the both of them. Playing coy now, I asked him what made him think that. He said he was parked back at the bookstore and had seen me go down on my first cock of the evening. I laughed and told him I’d follow right behind to meet his friend and anyone else he might have in mind!

Joey and I arrived at the motel, and I strutted up to him, took his arm, and told him I was his, ass and all. Once in the room, he proceeded to tell Tom, his friend, what he had found. Quickly, Tom pulled out his cock and I winked at Joey as I slipped him a condom. Then I hiked my skirt up and pulled my hose down. On all fours now on the bed, having positioned my “pussy” just right for Joey, I wrapped my lips around Tom’s cock.

As the cock in my mouth grew, I felt an already hard cock poking at my back door. Without much grace, Joey rammed his meat into my ass. Oh, it hurt so good! There I was, hot to trot Desiree, getting it from both ends wonderful! Before long I felt Joey’s cock pulse out his come, and almost simultaneously, Tom let his load stream into my hungry mouth. With come oozing from my mouth, I collapsed on Tom and just smiled.

After straightening my hose and skirt, I glossed my lips once more and told my satisfied men that I’d be on the lookout for their trucks on another fateful night. Then, feeling ever so satisfied, Desiree left for home.

Mr. W.K., Mississippi

My friends and relatives have never understood why I chose such a “dry” career, in insurance claims. But between you and me and the sheets, let me confess that it’s about the most exciting job I could ever hope to find!

I first discovered the fascinating potential of claims a few years ago. Most of our work is done on the telephone, and it can be pretty dull. But every few months, one of us gets assigned weekend duty, in which we take calls at our homes in order to help people out in emergencies. Usually, whoever gets the “short straw” over a weekend moans and groans about it. But, lucky me my moans soon changed to a different tune when I got my first call at home!

It was late on a Saturday night when the insurance operator rang and said she needed to patch a call through. My husband, Jay, was out of the house, and I had heard the phone ringing from the shower. I had dashed out of the bathroom and was standing there dripping wet, unable to reach a towel. Before I could ask the operator to hold on, she hung up and a deep male voice came on.

The man said his name was Sid and that he needed to file a claim. His lightly accented voice conjured up the image of a darkly handsome Latin male, the sort I am constantly attracted to. I’ve always had a weakness for dark skinned men, and Sid’s voice dripped with virility and easy charm. My nipples went instantly erect, and in a breathy voice I asked him to hold on so I could put on a robe and find my claims forms.

“Baby, fuck the forms and the robe,” he laughed. “I’m standing here stark naked in three feet of water and my house is about to float away!”

“You did turn off the water, didn’t you?” I asked, and when he said he had, I asked him once more to hold on.

“I meant it about the clothes,” he put in a bit forcefully. “You’re not going to get dressed if I’m not. Besides, we’re on the phone anyway, so what does it matter?”

His strong personality had my pussy sopping wet already. There was an arrogance about him that infuriated and excited me at the same time.

Suddenly Sid added, “I bet you’re a blonde, aren’t you? Everywhere it counts.” He was, uncannily, right, and my soft gasp caused him to chuckle. “I’ll bet your platinum pussy is a little lonely, too.” Before I could make any reply, I heard muffled sounds.

“Like that?” he was suddenly gasping in my ear. “I’m standing here with water to my knees, jerking off to the sound of your sweet voice. Why don’t you join me?”

A sharp sensation of forbidden excitement shot through me, and with a quick glance at the clock to see how much time I had before my husband’s return, I eased my wet, eager body down on the living room couch and lay back in anticipation.

“I take it your silence means yes,” Sid said in my ear. “Why don’t you spread your legs and diddle yourself for a while? I want to hear your hot moans!”

And moan I did, propping the phone on one shoulder while my hands crept down to find my moist center. When I touched my electric clit, shudders coursed through my entire body. Sid made approving noises as I continued to masturbate, and soon he was instructing me to fuck myself with three fingers and to tweak my hard nipples, which were aching with desire.

“You’re a hot little number, all right,” Sid said with a deep chuckle. “I bet you love to be fucked hard and fast in the mouth, ass and pussy, don’t you?”

I gasped in the affirmative, and he proceeded to describe the dimensions of his rigid cock, which, if accurate, would certainly make any woman moan. I was so hot, I came twice before Sid groaned and shot his hot load into the swirling water at his knees.

We must have spent an hour on the phone, panting and groaning and describing to each other the luscious things we were doing to ourselves. It was my first exposure to phone sex, and I loved it a great deal.

Since then, I look forward to weekend claims duty. Needless to say, I love my work. Maybe next time you need to file a claim, you’ll be lucky enough to get my number. I’ll be waiting patiently by the phone.

Ms. T.W., Iowa

When we first started going out, Art was what you might call a sex maniac. He wanted to have sex every day and was usually good for two to three orgasms a session. That was about ten years ago.

We got married and bought a house, and Art began devoting his energies to making partner in the accounting firm where he works. He started working six days a week, often as much as ten hours a day more during tax season and began to lose interest in sex. Instead of the long, caring sessions where we fucked and sucked each other for hours, he’d want just a quickie.

Usually he would wait until I was feeling anything but romantic and then, without giving me any time to warm up, he’d grease himself, mount me, shoot off and fall asleep, all within five minutes leaving me sticky and frustrated. Or he’d want a blowjob but would then be too tired to return the favor. On those rare occasions that he would grace my pussy with his tongue, it would be for only a few minutes.

Then, on a Saturday morning not too long ago, after I finished treating my neglected pussy to a date with my all too familiar vibrator, I decided that something needed to be done. I started by pulling out a sheet of paper and listing our most recent sexual happenings. I could remember giving him at least four blowjobs and a handjob, and suffering through two frustrating quickies and one very unsatisfying and messy titty job. I had received but one good old fashioned fucking (on my birthday) and two weak sessions of pussy lapping. Clearly, there was an imbalance here, and I decided that it was time to even out the accounts.

When Art came home, I whisked him into the bedroom and ripped off his clothes. He had this great big shit eating grin on his face as I started sucking and fondling his big pecker and heavy nuts. However, I brought him to the edge of orgasm and then stopped. And after I did this another five or six times, he was going crazy. Although he is twice my size, Art was now totally in my control, and we were both hotter than we’d been in years!

It was time to talk, I said. I told my husband that I was tired of being taken for granted and that things had to change. All the while, I was strok ing, pinching and otherwise teasing his cock. Finally, when he looked as if he was on the verge of bursting, I proposed my “come budget.” We would keep a ledger. On the left side, we would list all his credits, which he would earn by serving me. Eating me to a proper orgasm would be worth 500 points. Licking my ass would be worth 250 points giving me an hour long massage, 300 points sucking my nipples, 100 points and so on. On the right side of the ledger, we would list his debits 1,000 points (subject to adjustment) for each time he came.

Desperate to ejaculate, Art quickly agreed to the budget and then begged me to give him his release. “Not so fast, sweetie,” I said. “If you come now, you’ll be overdrawn, and we can’t have that. You’ll need to earn at least 1,000 points before I’ll even think about letting you come.” Art’s dick was purple by this time, and, after giving it another couple of strokes, I told him that I thought he should start by licking my pussy for the next half hour. Then I sat down hard on his face and settled in for some pleasure.

Art eventually came that night. His orgasm was explosive and convinced me that, despite his protestations, he really enjoyed serving me. Then, rather than letting him simply roll over and go to sleep, I made him record our first “transactions” in the ledger. As he did, I saw that his dick, which hadn’t seen more than one round of action during a single night in years, was getting hard again. Unfortunately for him, after adding up all the credits and debits, he had only 75 points left. “Only another 925 points until your next orgasm,” I giggled as I turned off the light.

Since that night, our sex life has improved 100 percent. My husband is constantly trying to get his head between my thighs. He asks me when it would be convenient for him to build up his balance. Could he massage my feet while I watch TV?

Meanwhile, I am fine tuning the program to suit my needs. For example, I imposed a 500 point “early withdrawal” penalty that should help avoid premature ejaculations. One of my more creative ideas was to put him on a “come savings” program that pays him 100 points in “interest” each day that he makes me come but does not come himself. This helps spread my pleasure over the course of the week and ensures that he has plenty of juice left for the weekend. When he acts up, I threaten to raise the price of an orgasm to 1,500, 2,000 or even 2,500 points. And to keep him “in the black,” he is punished with 100 swats for each day his balance is less than 250 points.

I plan to continue to fine tune the plan over the next few months, but in the meantime, this is clearly the best thing that ever happened to our marriage. I would encourage any woman who feels that her man has been running up a deficit to take charge and put him on a strict budget. It could change your life!

Ms. B.C., Washington

I’m still proud of my body, but I will confess that a few too many brews were starting to show on my waistline. So I came to the decision to check out a few of the gyms in the neighborhood. I wanted to be in as good a shape as possible for the holidays.

Visiting the first few places was somewhat of a disappointment. But then there was Missy her short blonde hair flipped as she turned to greet me at the door of a new, small health club. As I eagerly took in her lovely form, she offered to give me the full tour of the club. As she led the way, I enjoyed the wiggle each click of her high heeled boots brought to her trim little ass, which was displayed in a French cut leotard.

Along the way, she explained that there was only a small staff at this health club, and that along with helping at the front desk, she also filled in as an aerobics instructor from time to time. This gave me the opportunity to compliment her on her fine figure. She blushingly accepted the compliment.

At just that moment, I thought I had to be dreaming, because I could have sworn that I saw that look in her eye. That I’m hot and hungry for you come take me look. Maybe all that exercise gets those hormones going or had loosened up her pussy. I don’t know, but my crotch was getting tight at the mere thought of this cute little bundle of sexiness.

Several times during my tour, our bodies “accidentally” bumped together. Sometimes it was when people passed us in a jammed hallway, other times when we talked in narrow doorways and she pointed out what each room was for. In each instance I delighted in the warm feel of her.

Smiling, Missy told me that there was only one place left that I hadn’t seen. The sounds from the club faded away as we headed down the last corridor. Suddenly it was as if we had the place to ourselves. We walked slowly, and Missy kept close to me. My hand found a comfortable place on her small waist. I gave her a warm squeeze, bringing a smile to her face as she snuggled closer to me and pressed her small tits into my side.

Taking a key from a clip on her bodysuit, Missy opened a door and led me into a large room. All around were piles of workout mats, foam rubber, and unused weight machines from the gym.

“The plans are to gut this place, put in hot tubs and offer massages,” she told me.

“Full body?” Was I a smart ass for saying that? She turned, and I reached out and took her slender waist in my hands.

“Is there any other kind?” she whispered.

Her lips were ready as I hungrily kissed her. I slid my hands around to cup her tight little ass and pulled her closer as I began grinding my cock against her pelvis.

Once kissed, she was all over me, kissing, licking and nuzzling. Her mouth was as hot and hungry as promised. My left hand toyed with her ass and our crotches melded together as my right hand sought her firm breasts. I was delighted to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Moaning as I stroked first one breast and then the other, Missy started to whisper, “Yes, yes,” over and over.

“Oh I see that you already lift weights,” she quipped, reaching down to fondle my throbbing cock.

The stretchy purple bodysuit hadn’t looked that tight, but it gave me one hell of a fight as I tried inching it down over the swell of her breasts. Once I had them free, I sank to my knees, and it was easy for me to stretch upward and suck in one of her nip ples. Missy began mewing as I worked one nipple then I took the other between my teeth and nibbled it gently.

Hooking my thumbs in the bodysuit, I eased it down below her hips, exposing her pussy. I don’t know whether Missy kept her pubic hair trimmed so she could wear these more severely cut bodysuits, or whether she was naturally lightly furred, but there was only the faintest hint of blonde fluff at the junction of her muscular thighs. Not much but was it ever wet! In too much of a hurry to worry about her boots and tights, I pushed Missy’s bodysuit down just far enough so I could reach her with my mouth. She smelled so sweet! And her little cunt lips parted so easily to make room for my tongue.

Missy’s body shook as I tongued her clit. Still lapping her sweet juices, I twisted around so I could look up at her face. She was lost in the sensations I was feeding her cunt. Slipping one finger into her slick channel sent new tremors through her. It was almost like hearing her give a play by play as she described to herself in hushed tones what was happening to her body.

Her hands turned to claws as she drove my head hard against her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. Then, stiffening suddenly, she moaned.

“Please! I’ve got to feel you inside me!” she begged.

I couldn’t have agreed with her more. Missy bent over, her tight little buns thrusting out in invitation. Stepping up behind her, I took aim at that inviting pussy. For all her hot wetness, she was tight. God, she was delightfully tight!

Missy had to dig her heels into the floor to keep from being knocked off the pad she was leaning against. She pushed back at me as her pussy tried to accommodate my length. Although I rammed her hard, her pussy was still able to clamp down on my cock. Getting my hands under her, I cupped her small breasts, squeezing her nipples hard. Screaming, she came again. Her pussy became a vise, trapping my hard shaft in her. As I tried to move it, the walls of her hole began to constrict and ripple. I had never felt anything like it! She was milking me dry as I let loose with the biggest load of my life.

Needless to say, I bought a membership that afternoon. I daydreamed about Missy leading an aerobics class with my cream running down her thighs and mixing with her sweat, with no one in the class knowing that any thing had happened. All of which got me into a horny shape for my next private exercise lesson.

Mr. V.A., Michigan

I guess you could say that I’m bisexual. I have a beautiful blonde girlfriend who looks a lot like me, and I love men. Francine and I have a very open relationship, and we occasionally see other people. What keeps us both hot for each other is our love of showing off.

Many times Francine and I have gotten into some hot loving in public. One evening we were dining at a beautiful restaurant. It had deep, curved banquettes that were semiprivate. We had shared some great wine, and I was feeling very frisky. After we ordered some coffee and liqueur, I slipped closer to Francine.

I had noticed earlier that the booth directly across from us had a great view of ours. Slipping my hands underneath Francine’s cascade of glorious hair, I stroked the nape of her neck and started to nibble at her ear. She glanced over at the couple across from us and turned back to me with a smile. Like I said, Francine and I love to make public spectacles of ourselves.

I stopped stroking her neck when the coffee arrived. While Francine sipped at her liqueur, my hand moved down to her thigh. She was wearing stockings and garters, and as my hand caressed her higher, I realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

I immediately commented on how wet she was when my fingers touched her buttery outer lips. Francine let out a small moan that caught the attention of the diners across from us. My hand grew bolder as I took in their looks of surprise. I inserted my index finger in her pussy, and my thumb played with her clitoris. My lovely girlfriend came, her legs splayed wide underneath the table, giving our neighbors a view of her luscious femininity.

Many times we’ll go to the park with no panties on and sit up on a hill with our pussies open to the sun and wind and also to the stares of many people. We get so horny when we do this that we have to slip off somewhere and indulge in some kind of sexual activity.

Not long ago, I met this great guy who turned out to be very fun loving and eager to try new things. After enjoying his company and good sex a few times, I told him about Francine. Kurt was more than intrigued he was turned on like nobody’s business.

“I’d love to watch you make love to her,” he said.

I couldn’t believe my luck! I made a date with him for the following week and invited Francine. We were all meeting at my apartment for dinner.

I went all out that night. I’m not a very good cook, so I went to a local catering place known for its superb food and ordered a sumptuous meal. That night we were to dine on medallions of veal, baby carrots, mushrooms and tiny potatoes. I bought a few good bottles of Champagne.

Francine arrived first. She helped me prepare some hors d’oeuvres and also mixed up a batch of vodka martinis. When Kurt arrived, he was pleasantly surprised by Francine. “You look like twins!” he exclaimed.

We all got along well. It helped that there was some underlying sexual tension in the room that lasted all throughout the meal.

After cleaning up, I opened a bottle of champagne. We were all pleasantly buzzed and relaxed. I sat on the couch next to Francine, and Kurt took his place across from us on the love seat. After a toast and compliments to the chef whoever he or she was I put my glass down and told Francine how wonderful she looked. Then I kissed her full on the mouth. I looked over to see Kurt’s reaction, and he looked pleasantly content.

Francine and I were both hot knowing we had an audience. I lay down on the fluffy pillows of the couch, and Francine went to work. She slipped off my silk sheath, and I heard Kurt gasp loudly. I had nothing on underneath.

Francine started with my breasts, kissing and licking them. I lay back and looked over at Kurt. He had moved closer and was watching us intently. Francine was whispering encouraging words and licking her way down to my pussy.

Kurt kept watching as my girlfriend slid her tongue into my soft cunt. Francine placed her hands under my ass and brought my pussy closer to her face. Her tongue felt so warm and wonderful, and I came instantly, all the time looking at Kurt looking at me. I felt so open to him, showing him how Francine and I made perfect love. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” I said.

By the time we reached the bedroom, both Francine and Kurt were naked. They had stripped along the way, leaving a trail of clothing down the hallway. I reached for my female lover and we fell onto the bed, laughing. “Sixty nine,” she said. “You bet,” I replied.

We engaged in the most intimate kiss. Breasts on bellies, mouths to cunts, we bucked and slid over each other’s body. I inhaled her sweet scent and lapped at her lustily. I was as aware of Kurt’s presence and his murmured comments as I was of Francine’s lovely tongue.

It was great that both Francine and I were experiencing our desire to be watched together. It was a fantasy come true. I lifted my head off Francine’s sopping cunt and told Kurt to come closer because we were about to come. He sat on the bed, very near, and we kept our mouths working. Finally our bodies quivered as one and an orgasm that felt like liquid fire moved through my body. Francine lifted her head from my cunt and cried out.

We lay there, both spent and smiling at Kurt, who had a lovely erection. I told Francine to watch me give Kurt a blowjob. It was terrific me lapping at his big cock, drawing him in deeply, while Francine commented on how good I looked sucking his dick and how erotic the whole scene was.

It got even better when I took all seven inches of Kurt’s delicious cock down my throat. This drew a guttural moan of pleasure from Kurt and a squeal of delight from Francine. I did this several times, enjoying my girlfriend’s enthusiastic comments as much as Kurt’s sounds of gratitude.

We both watched as Kurt finished himself off, pumping his cock hard until cascades of his milky come spilled down in an arc. I guess he’s a bit of an exhibitionist too!

We often get together for scenes like that. It’s nice to have such wonderful lovers who take pleasure in the same things that I love.

Ms. B.T., California

After my divorce, I was really worried that my sex life would go to pot, but I devised a system that assures me all the clean, quality sex I want, whenever I want it. And it’s deliciously simple.

First off, I started visiting the cocktail lounges of the better hotels in town. I reasoned that the men I wanted, men with style and class, would stay at the better hotels while in town on business, and I was right. I always arrived around ten, because by that time the guys were finished with business and relaxing with a drink before retiring for the night. It was then, I figured, that they’d be at their horniest. Again I was right.

When I walked into the lounge and spotted a prospective lover or two, I would check into the hotel, take my overnight bag up to my room and lay out my sexiest nightgown. Then it was back down to the lounge. I soon learned that taking a seat next to a pair of super nice looking men was the quickest route to my desired destination.

I would order a drink and give them a little smile, and sure enough, by the time the waitress returned, they were ready to pick up my tab. At this point I’d say something like “Well, that would be nice, but I should tell you that the more I drink, the hornier I get.” This never failed to get a big laugh and break the ice. More important, of course, it let the men know that I was ready to party.

After a few drinks and perhaps a dance or two, I’d invite the guys up to my room. I’d ask them to let me go on ahead to freshen up a bit. This gave me a few minutes to undress, slip into my sexy nightgown, and dim the lights. When they entered the room the guys would find me in a sexy pose on the bed, and before very long I’d have two hot, horny guys making love to me. I always tried to corral two at a time, because that way I doubled my chance that one of them would be “special.” Actually, I love doing it with two guys, anyway.

At the end of the evening, if I really liked the men, I would give them my home phone number. Sometimes I gave it to just one of them. I used my system over the course of several weeks until I had about twenty men calling me, usually at least one a night. I selected only the best lovers’ with the largest cocks. As I am almost always horny, I seldom turn down a man’s invitation to visit him in his hotel room.

I’m having a lot of great sexual experiences, sometimes with just one guy, sometimes with more. And sometimes with couples, as a few of the guys bring their ladies along for extra fun. Did I mention that I like women too?

I suggest that all you sex hungry gals out there try my system. Be bold, be daring. Don’t be afraid to let a guy know you want him. Today, a horny girl’s got to be aggressive if she wants to stay well fucked.

Ms. D.F., California

This summer I had the best sex of my life. I attend meetings of a local group of car enthusiasts. My best friend, John, and I drive to the meetings on Wednesday nights, and we have become partners in crime when it comes to seducing the female car enthusiasts.

Julie and Kim, two real beauties, walked in one night and started our adrenaline flowing. They are both around five feet four inches. Julie is a blonde, and Kim a brunette. They sat themselves down in the back of the room next to John and me. Both girls wore very sexy shorts and tube tops. Kim’s breasts, much larger than Julie’s, were almost straining against the material of her top.

The first time we knew there was some kind of chemistry among the four of us was when I spotted the girls reading a car magazine in the room we meet in. Kim and I got to talking about vintage Mustangs, and I told her that I had a cherry red ’69 I had modified into a convertible. Julie looked up at that point and almost drooled. John, who is quick with the jokes, had Julie in stitches for most of the meeting. A kind of rapport developed among all of us, and John and I began planning a way to get the girls in the sack. Actually, the girls practically set it up. Kim said she had a share in a beach house we should visit. When John suggested that the four of us take off for the beach the following Saturday morning, Julie licked her lower lip and asked, “In the Mustang, right?”

It was one of those perfect East Coast summer mornings, with just a touch of heat hanging in the air. I picked John up at his house in the city. He was in a great mood, jumping over the passenger side door and flopping into the seat. Ready to roll, we picked up the girls and swung onto the freeway.

Kim and Julie looked sensational. As they were sitting with their legs up on the backs of the front seats, I could look in the rearview mirror and get an eyeful of bikini covered pussy under their terry cloth miniskirts. If I had had to get out of the car at that point, the hard on in my bathing suit would not have allowed me to walk comfortably. The girls were rambling on about how they love to get tan, and John was cracking jokes, as always. And then I heard a popping noise.

Julie had brought a backpack full of beer, and she passed one to Kim. Soon John had one, too. I kept my eyes on the road. Okay occasionally on the rearview mirror.

“I want to tan my tits.”

John and I looked at each other, half smiling, half shocked at Kim’s boldness. Remember, Kim is the one with the huge tits.

“I think you should,” John said.

No further prompting was necessary, as Kim rolled down her tube top. I nearly went head on into a semi as the orange top rolled over Kim’s large nipples. Her breasts were already kind of tan. They were enormous and spread along her rib cage. I followed the signs to the next rest stop, and Kim put her top back on, getting out with Julie to go into the 7 Eleven.

“Can you believe this?” John asked, amazed.

We spent the day at the beach, laughing and sunbathing. Kim and I were horsing around in the ocean, jumping waves. Every once in a while, I would brush up against her. Our playing had a sexual edge, and at one point, when my chest rubbed against hers, I pulled her against me in a bear hug. She just looked at me, not responding playfully at all, but then I felt a hand at my crotch. She slipped it inside my suit and grabbed my cock. Then she backed away for a second, both hands disappearing below the water. When her hands reappeared, she put one of them in mine. She was handing me her bikini bottom.

Kim took my cock in hand again and pointed it against her hairless pelvis, pushing it downward until it went inside her with some reluctance. As I pushed, her feet came up off the ocean floor, and gradually my cock found it easier and easier to slide in there. Suddenly, however, she backed off, grabbing her bottoms and putting them back on. “That was a preview,” she said. Laughing, she started back toward the beach.

John was massaging coconut oil on Julie and obviously enjoying it. He ran his hand down to her ass and did the backs of her legs. We were all horny, and it was evident.

“Let’s go back to the house,” Kim said. The four of us walked slowly up the sloping sand to the beach house. You should have seen this place. It was a three level house, and there was a pool and hot tub enclosed in glass. There were tropical trees and plants everywhere. It was like a hothouse. We went into the living room, turned on the air conditioning and sat down on the couch in front of the television: boy, girl, boy, girl.

“Hey, look at this,” Julie said, lifting something from the coffee table. It was a porno tape.

“Sure, let’s watch it,” Kim offered as she got up. When she came back from the kitchen, she was carrying a huge bottle of wine.

We sat there, weary from our time in the sun but still totally turned on, and watched the tape. All the fucking on the screen was getting me crazy. I put my arm around Kim, whose skin was red brown and really soft to the touch. She turned to me and kissed me.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

I French kissed her and slipped my hand into her bikini bottom. It was sandy in there, but when I found her pussy, it was wet and ready. I used my middle and ring finger, spreading her lips and inserting both fingers. She kept on making humming noises as I finger fucked her. In the meantime, John was busy getting a blowjob from Julie. Julie’s face is small and heart shaped, her jaw line coming to a sharp point at her chin. Just watching her face while she mouthed John’s cock was exciting. Kim pulled off her bottoms, then my bathing suit. My cock, still moist from the wet suit, stood at vigorous attention. Kim climbed on top of me as I sat there.

Someone had put the VCR on “pause,” and now it clicked off, going back to the channel it was originally set on. It was the music channel. The music blasted out as Kim moved on my cock. She banged down on me and I came inside her, although I don’t know if she realized it. She was lost in her own pleasure, moaning and grunting as she bounced up and down on me in total abandon.

Finally she grabbed my chest hair and stopped, sitting down full on my cock. I felt her pulse around me, and then she fell forward, those big, beautiful tits of hers mashing themselves against my chest.

Julie had her little ass up in the air, legs spread, with John fucking her like a madman. I needed to come a second time so bad, and Julie could see it all over my face. She licked her lips and motioned for me to come over to her.

I proffered my new hard on to Julie, and as John hit against her ass and pussy, she slid her mouth over my cock. I saw Kim sitting on the couch, alternately lifting and massaging her abundant, tan breasts, and I motioned to her.

John lay on the floor, and Kim got on top of him, facing backward. Her ass is big and beautifully pear shaped. Julie moved over to John on her knees and leaned her pussy back toward his face. “Heaven, girl, you’re just heaven,” he crooned, and Julie now also took my cock in her hand, pumping away furiously With the music blaring and Julie pumping me while getting the better of John’s tongue, Kim put her hands on the floor, alongside her feet, and fucked John.

All of a sudden I felt it coming, and Julie slowed down with her hand, looking me right in the eye as come spurted out of my erection. Julie froze in midair as John pushed up into Kim with a few savage thrusts, getting off in a huge burst.

“That’s right, come, baby,” Kim encouraged.

The four of us took a shower together and started up the barbecue. For the rest of the weekend, we tanned, fucked, ate, drank and slept. On the trip back on Sunday, the girls slept soundly, Kim in the front with me, her head resting in my lap, Julie cuddled up in the back with John. In a very real way, I have my red ’69 Mustang to thank for that glorious weekend. Thanks, Mustang!

Mr. V.B., New Jersey