Almost every morning I stop at the same bakery. Sometimes I get a bagel or roll, sometimes just coffee. I’ll get a croissant if they aren’t sold out, and a cupcake whenever it rains, to cheer myself up.

Since I’m there at the same time every day, I know the owner pretty well, and she knows me. I’ve always found Adrianna attractive, but since we never talked about anything other than baked goods, I had no idea if she was interested in me, too.

She seemed to be flirting with me some days, and I found myself fantasizing about her when I was alone with my vibrator. I imagined her in her apron and nothing else ravishing me on the counter at the bakery. I pictured myself eating her pussy, delighting in the sweet and savory flavors of the most delectable item on the menu her. But I never truly believed my fantasies would come true.

It wasn’t until about two weeks ago, when there was a note tucked in the bag with my morning muffin asking me to come back that night for a special treat, that I started to think there was something more between us.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by as I stared at the clock, waiting for work to end so I could go see Adrianna. I couldn’t stop thinking of what the note meant, and I was dying to know why she wanted me to meet her. Finally, four o’clock rolled around, and with nothing left to do, I snuck out of work early and headed straight for the bakery. When I got there, Adrianna was behind the counter, as usual.

We smiled at each other when our eyes met, and I immediately asked her why she’d slipped me a note requesting that I meet her.

“How else was I supposed to get you in here after work to ask you out?” she replied.

I was so shocked that I stood there quietly for several moments before I could bring myself to answer. When I finally did, though, I made sure she knew that I was absolutely interested in going out with her even if I couldn’t seem to make the words come out right. She suggested dinner that night, since we both obviously had the time, and after she took off her apron and told the cashier to lock up for her, we were off.

As we were walking down the street, Adrianna asked if we could stop at her apartment so she could change into something that wasn’t covered in flour. I had no problem with that, so we changed our course and headed to her place, which was only a few streets over. Once inside, she pointed me in the direction of the bathroom (I wanted to freshen up, too) while she headed for the bedroom to change.

All I wanted to do was freshen my makeup and fix my hair, so I’d left the bathroom door open. I was in the middle of pinning up my hair when Adrianna ran into the bathroom wearing only a lacy bra and barely there G string, not realizing I was still in there. I was embarrassed at first, not knowing where to look or what to do, but when I tried to look away, I saw Adrianna’s scantily clad reflection in the mirror over the sink, and my breath caught in my throat.

In all the months I’d been going to her shop, I’d never seen her in anything more revealing than a short sleeved blouse and a pair of capris. But there she was, almost naked before me, and she had the body of a centerfold!

Her pillowy breasts which were probably fulsome D cups were perfectly perky, her tummy was flat and firm, and her arms and legs had hardly an ounce of fat on them. I’d never seen a woman so trim and toned, up close at least. Her hair was hanging down, too, and for the first time I noticed how long and luxurious it was, now that it was out of its usual messy bun. I couldn’t believe my luck at having such a magnificent creature find me desirable.

When her eyes met mine in the mirror, she seemed surprised to find me in the bathroom. But that look was quickly replaced by a look of lust. Her gaze was dark and penetrating, and when she licked her lips, I knew it had nothing to do with them being dry my own tongue had peeked out to swipe across my lip a second earlier. This was my chance, I realized, and it took only a second for me to act, turning quickly and pulling her toward me for a searing kiss.

The second our lips met, it felt like fireworks were going off right there in the bathroom. Her body was pressed right up against mine as we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth, and I delighted in the feel of her silky smooth skin under my palms. She was warm, and I detected a hint of vanilla in her intoxicating aroma a product of hours spent in the bakery, I assumed. I spent only a second or two savoring her scent and her soft skin, though, so caught up was I in the way our lips were moving and how her body was trying to get even closer to mine.

We broke our kiss for only a moment to take a couple of deep breaths, and then we were lip locked once more, stumbling out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom without moving so much as an inch apart.

As soon as we got there, things really started to heat up. Adrianna pulled out of our kiss long enough to unbutton my blouse and discard it, and my bra, in the corner of the room. My skirt soon followed, along with my underwear, and then suddenly Adrianna looked like the modest one, standing there in her bra and panties. I couldn’t let her beautiful body remain covered, so I went to work myself, pulling off the small scraps of material that hid her most delicious features from my view. I couldn’t wait to see her.

When I saw Adrianna naked for the first time, I couldn’t resist her any longer. Dropping to my knees, I leaned in and lapped at her cute little cunt. Her petite nether lips tasted as sweet as the lips I’d been kissing only moments earlier, and I excitedly dove in, making sure to work my tongue over every inch of her pussy. She was practically purring as I gorged myself on her mouth watering mound, and I felt my own pussy growing wetter the longer I knelt there. Pretty soon I had several fingers of my left hand buried deep inside her and four fingers from my right hand buried deep inside me.

While I fucked Adrianna with my fingers and tongue, I excitedly played with my pussy, trying to relieve the pressure that was building inside me from having my head buried between my baker’s legs. Each drop of dew that gathered on her lips and fell to my tongue had my body humming with excitement, and when I sucked her clit and she let out a delighted yelp, I nearly came.

A minute later, with my thumb on her button and my tongue delving deep into her slit, I did come and so did Adrianna. I was rubbing her clit in circles with the pad of my thumb and using my tongue like a cock, fucking her dripping cunt. When I found a pattern that seemed to amp up the pleasure for her, I continued it, driving her crazy. Soon she was shrieking in ecstasy as she came. The combination of her sexy sounds and delicious juices set me off, too, and without so much as grazing my own hard button, I was coming, moaning into her pussy.

We climaxed together, the scent of sex and the sounds of pleasure filling the bedroom. It was the most beautiful experience of my life!

Adrianna and I have been together ever since that night, and she has put me on a strict diet of baked goods and pussy whenever I stay at her place. She’s even promised to help make my fantasies the ones about fucking her at the bakeshop come true one of these days. When that happens, I promise to fill you in!

Ms. Amber A., Roseville, California

My wife, Lucinda, brought home a surprise from her first session with a personal trainer. “We’re gonna work out at home!” she exclaimed. We? I thought to myself as she unfolded a mysterious square of green rubber that turned out to be a long band. Then she pulled out two more squares, though those were red and yellow. “They’re resistance bands,” she explained, “and they’re used for stretching and toning.”

My kinky mind was already racing as I reached for the yellow band, shook it out and tested its resilience. Lucinda looked pleased that I was finally showing an interest in exercise, but her expression switched to that of surprise when I grabbed her hands, held them together and wound the band around her wrists. After finishing with a tight knot, I stepped back to regard my newly bound wife.

Her attempts to regain her composure were quickly undone by her growing arousal. Her mouth gaped open slightly as she began to pant, though all I’d done was bind her hands. Her nipples nearly poked through her tight sports bra, her breasts straining against it just like my cock was begging for freedom from my pants. Though I could have fucked her right then and there, I had plans for the other two bands, so I managed to restrain myself and led her to the bedroom.

Once there, I helped her out of her sneakers and Lycra workout pants before guiding her onto the bed. Raising her arms above her head, I attached them to the top bedposts, using the lengths of rubber trailing from her wrists. She gave her bonds a tug to test them, and though the rubber stretched a little, it didn’t give she was tethered tight. Pleased, I spread her legs and looped the green and red straps around each ankle before knotting the ends of each to the posts at the foot of the bed. Again, she pulled at them, and they also held fast.

That positioning spread Lucinda’s thighs wide, showing me the moist sheen on her splayed labia. Her clit poked from its hood, and my mouth watered at the sight of that tasty treat. Remaining clothed myself, I crawled across the mattress to her cunt, stuck out my tongue and dragged it over her glistening petals. Her clit throbbed as I swiped over it, so I zeroed in on her swollen button and teased it until she shook. I could have easily licked her to a climax, but instead I stopped abruptly.

She whimpered as I left her pussy to trail my lips upward with a series of little kisses. When I reached her tits, I chewed lightly on her nipples, which are sensitive enough to make her shiver when they’re teased. So although she moaned plaintively, she remained perched on the precipice of an orgasm without ever quite toppling over.

I knew that she wanted more because her body was straining against her rubber bindings, her back arching so much that her ass rose from the sheets. However, she didn’t dare beg or even ask me to help her for fear that I would stop completely. Her hips were undulating in a way that looked like I was already fucking her, but no matter how many times her cunt surged upward in pursuit of my erection, it fell away disappointed because I was still tucked safely in my jeans.

Although I was having fun, I couldn’t tease her forever, especially because I was eager to plunge my dick into her pussy. I stood up to strip but never removed my eyes from my wife tethered to our big four poster. Her large breasts rose and fell as she took deep, quavering breaths, waiting for me to re join her, and her fingers moved as though she were helping me undo my buttons. Her impatience was palpable so I took off my clothes as slowly and carefully as possible, even though I was dying to tear them right off. Sometimes, bondage can be just as frustrating for the captor because you have to exercise self restraint to make it worthwhile.

Still, it wasn’t long before I was naked, my prick pointing straight out in front of me, yearning for my wife’s moist, hot center. I climbed back onto the bed and mounted her prone, bound figure, and once again, her back arched and her ass rose from the mattress in an attempt to capture my dick. Thinking quickly, I moved out of reach, but she managed to graze my cockhead with her labia, and even that slight amount of contact was enough to make my balls draw inward.

Regaining my control, I scooched upward on my knees, following the lead of my dick. When I was mid torso, I reached down, pressed her breasts together and positioned my knob at the chasm they created. Then, going slowly and surely, I slid my length into that tunnel of flesh.

My wife’s skin was so smooth that I glided right through, moving so fast that I bumped her chin with my cockhead. My balls skimmed along her stomach as I commenced tit fucking her, never letting go of the wondrous orbs embracing my shaft. Soon a droplet of pre come oozed from the slit in my crown, and Lucinda craned her head forward, stuck out her tongue and swiped it off. That was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen or felt, and I pounded into her fleshy, pink capped mounds even harder. In response, she undulated her hips like she was fucking me in return, and the movement of her midsection jostled my roiling sac, pushing me closer to the tipping point.

I’d been planning on sinking into my wife’s pussy so I could come inside her, but there wasn’t time before my balls exploded. I was unable to control them so they discharged, shooting their viscous contents through my shaft to streak her chest and neck. I pumped between her tits a few more times to unload a couple more volleys, and she stuck out her tongue again in another effort to catch my salty seed. Though she wasn’t as successful as we’d both hoped, she got a little taste, after which she licked her lips lasciviously as though she’d just imbibed the most delicious nectar.

I was spent, but Lucinda’s body still writhed with pent up lust and frustration. My cock nestled flaccidly against my depleted sac, and I had little hope of it reviving in time to give her the fucking that she deserved. However, I wasn’t about to leave her hanging, so I crawled back down her body to kneel between her splayed thighs. As I got closer, I was hit with the overpowering fragrance of arousal that rose from her overly primed cunt, and my mouth watered. There is no better post orgasm treat than a taste of Lucinda’s pussy, and I was ready to dine.

Sticking out my tongue, I touched it to the spot right above her perineum before dragging it slowly up her slit. Her petals fluttered at my delicate caress, and I heard the unmistakable sounds of her ragged moans coming from above my head. When I reached her hole, I received a mouthful of tangy liquids, and then I felt her quake at my first contact with her clit. I could have stopped there, but I continued my journey until I reached the juncture of her labia then I changed direction and licked her from top to bottom. I repeated this process a few times until she was thrashing as much as she could within her bonds and panting so hard that her hot breath puffed against the top of my head.

It was time to go in for the kill. Stopping midway on one of my trips, I wrapped my lips around Lucinda’s sensitive button and gave it a good, hard suck. That got her whole body quaking so I doubled the intensity of my assault by sliding a finger into her slippery hole. I pumped it in and out of her pussy like I was fucking her with my cock, all while continuing to suckle her throbbing clit.

She gasped loudly at this onslaught of sensations. Looking up, I saw that her hands, though still tethered to the bedposts, grasped desperately at the air as though trying to grab hold of something. When I eat her, she usually pulls my hair or clutches my scalp, and I realized that was what she was mimicking even though she couldn’t reach me.

I thrust into her faster, stroking her smooth canal with my fingertips. My skin was streaked with her fluids, and I felt her heightened arousal against my flattened tongue through the pulsing of her swollen nub. I pressed down on it a little harder and achieved my desired result immediately. Lucinda yelped as her ass flew so far up off the mattress that her pussy crashed against my face.

That didn’t slow me down I continued eating her through her orgasm, listening to her grunts and squeals, which then turned into desperate begging me to stop because her flesh was becoming too sensitive. Ignoring her pleas and knowing that she couldn’t push me away because her hands were literally tied I kept right on licking and sucking and finger fucking her hole. I only abated my attack when it sounded like she was having trouble catching her breath.

Removing my mouth from my wife’s cunt, I moved to her side and regarded her spread eagled form. She looked beautiful with her wrists and ankles tethered to the bedposts, her breasts rising and falling each time she took a breath. Her body shook through a few small aftershocks, and her thighs were glossy with the juices that had never stopped flowing from her cunt. I can get into this exercise stuff, I thought to myself as I finally untied her those rubbery bands, though meant to be used otherwise, had given me quite a workout!

Mr. Bradley C., Lexington, North Carolina

We’d been at the shore house for three days, and it had been raining the entire time. We weren’t going to let that ruin our fun, however, because we weren’t really there for the beach we were there for each other. Which is why, for the third morning in a row, Jackie, Calvin and I woke up in the same king size bed.

Our plan, as usual, was to get up and have breakfast at a nearby diner but also as usual we were a little slow getting started. I’d woken with Jackie behind me, her arm slung over my side, and when she felt me stir, her fingers crept lower, to my mound. We were still naked from the previous night’s frolics, so she kneaded my pussy for a moment before sliding a finger between my lust swollen labia. Moaning softly, I rolled over to face her, and as our lips met in a fond kiss, her husband who was stretched out behind her caught my eye and smiled.

He watched as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, swabbing the soft inside to tickle her so that she giggled. My hands moved to her breasts, massaging them gently at first, and then more urgently when she zeroed in on my clitoris and drew slow, careful circles around it. Then she pressed hard on the turgid button and my body jerked wildly. As my best friend treated me to my first orgasm of the day, I sucked her lower lip, and then I hoisted myself on top of her. My cunt was pressed against hers, and we moved together until she came, too.

Our sighs and moans pervaded the small bedroom, drowning out the sound of the waves crashing against the beach. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grasped me and turned me around so that my face hovered over Jackie’s sweetly scented sex, and vice versa. Calvin’s fingers dug into my hips as I lowered my mouth to Jackie’s clean shaven cunt, and as I touched my tongue to the quivering flesh, I felt his crown at my nether lips. He located my hole easily, and I groaned against Jackie as he speared it with his bulbous knob.

Cal’s cock was extremely thick, from the head all the way to the base, and I loved how it felt stretching me open. When he was buried to his balls, he rested, letting his shaft throb in my cunt. But I was too turned on to be patient, so I gave him a little squeeze with my muscles, and in response, he pulled out his length and then slammed back in with so much force that his sac bounced against my asscheeks. A nonstop assault of short, quick jabs followed, and I reapplied my tongue to his wife’s sex while he fucked me at breakneck speed.

As I licked up one side of her labia and down the other and sucked on the delicate petals, I held on to her tightly because otherwise, Cal’s thrusts would have knocked me over. Then I stiffened my tongue and penetrated her with it like it was a little cock. Her mouth, which was working my pussy, often disappeared, so I guessed that she was licking my tangy juices off her husband’s shaft as it slid in and out of me.

Jackie started shaking in response to my tongue fucking, so I wrapped my lips around her quivering nubbin and slid a finger into her moist chasm. Locating her most sensitive spot, I rubbed it until she writhed violently and clapped her thighs against my ears. Trapped between her strong legs, I sucked her clit and stroked my digit in and out of her hole, trying as best I could to mimic the pace of Cal’s prick in my cunt.

That proved difficult when his movements became erratic. Although he held me more tightly while he jackhammered into me, it didn’t prevent him from slipping out. After he’d relocated my entryway, I squeezed hard again, this time to keep him locked in, and it only took a few more thrusts for him to come. He slammed into me one last time before painting my insides with his creamy load. That set me off again, and I writhed on my friend’s face and panted into her quivering folds. She came, too, her moans vibrating through my body, and I endeavored to keep eating her throughout our orgasm. However, when Cal pulled out of my pussy, I lost my balance and toppled over, breaking our connection.

Having worked up an appetite, we showered and then headed to the diner as planned, albeit a little later than we expected. Then we window shopped for a while, trying to ignore the persistent drizzle. We ended up in a surf shop where Jackie and I put on a fashion show for Cal, trying on numerous bikinis, each one skimpier than the last. That made us so horny that we soon raced back to our rented house and the privacy of our bedroom.

We got caught in a downpour that soaked us so thoroughly that we didn’t even make it to the bed we just stripped off our clothes in the living room so we wouldn’t drip all over the house. Cal was still sporting a hard on, with a mouth watering drop of pre come perched on the tip, and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees in front of it. As I stuck out my tongue to lick off the pearly fluid, Jackie moved in close behind him, and he tipped his head back so they could kiss. As their lips locked, she snaked her hands around his body to play with his nipples while grinding her pussy against his asscheeks.

Opening wide, I wrapped my lips around the warm, spongy flesh of Cal’s crown. He groaned as I latched on tight and sucked hungrily, letting him feel the full force of my mouth then his hips bucked suddenly, forcing the remainder of his length down my throat. His balls were pressed against my chin, and his thick shaft weighed heavily on my tongue.

I slid my lips up and down Cal’s cock, and Jackie moved downward to lave his plush balls with her tongue. Then she got even lower and slipped beneath me so that I was sitting on her face. She lapped at my pussy while I sucked off her husband, and whenever she hit one of my hot spots, I groaned around his prick. With my vocal chords vibrating against his flesh, he got so long and stiff that my cheeks practically bulged from his girth. I dug my fingers into his asscheeks to hold on tighter, and then I constricted my lips and dragged them along his shaft more vigorously, ready for a mouthful of tasty semen.

Jackie was doing a good job in adding to my excitement: She flicked at my delicate inner petals and licked swirls around my clit. When it became difficult for me to maintain a good rhythm on Cal’s cock, he placed his hands on my head to keep me steady and bucked his hips to fuck my face. That helped, but it didn’t stop me from coming, and the grip of my lips, which I’d opened in a silent scream, became too lax for his satisfaction.

Yanking his prick from my mouth, he held on to me with one hand and stroked himself with the other to maintain his erection while watching his wife finish me off. I let out a yelp as she assaulted my sensitive button, and a fresh rush of my fluids flowed down her throat. She swallowed everything that I gave her as I quivered above her, and I was grateful to Cal for holding on to me because I couldn’t have kept my balance otherwise. Then, when he saw my shivers subside, he lifted me off his wife, took our hands and led us to the big bed.

Once we were there, he gave us instructions: I was to get on my back, my legs bent at the knees, with Jackie mounting me. Our pussies were lined up perfectly. Cal could move back and forth between them, penetrating us both in turn. He started with his wife because I’d already come, and I lent a hand by toggling her lust swollen clit. Her juices were soon dripping onto my palm while Cal’s incessant thrusts kept her gasping, even when he dipped his prick into my cunt to keep me simmering.

Our tits pressed together as our lips met hungrily, and Jackie’s hot breath puffed into my open mouth. She was panting hard, and her knees pressed against my sides as Cal filled her chasm with his turgid dick. As soon as I felt her tense up, I doubled my efforts on her clitoris, moving my fingers as fast as I could in the tight space between us. Suddenly, her knees dug into my rib cage as her orgasm ripped through her.

While she was still riding the waves of her climax, her husband rammed his cock into my pussy and gave me a few quick jabs. I reached a second apex immediately. The pleasure started in the pit of my stomach and flowed out to my fingers and toes. Then Cal pulled out of my pussy and sprayed into the air with a shout, spattering us both with drops of his pearly seed. Finally, he dropped onto the bed beside where we lay, entwined and panting heavily.

We were a sticky, sweaty mess so we all headed to the outdoor shower, naked and hoping that the neighbors wouldn’t see. As we soaped each other off, we discussed our vacation thus far and agreed that not even a whole week of bad weather could ruin it. We did manage to get to the beach a couple times, but it was the days spent in the bedroom that remain our best memories.

Ms. Gina R., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I bent over slowly, trying to capture Jeff’s attention, but he didn’t seem to notice what I was doing, or even that I was in the room. He was so caught up in his work that he’d been putting off everything else including sex for days, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to get laid, and if he didn’t want to go out of his way to be with me, then I’d have to seduce him.

Unfortunately, my plan didn’t seem to be working too well. Every time I did anything remotely sexual, he seemed to get more involved in his research.

Giving up on subtlety, I decided to be bold and take control of the situation once and for all. Shoulders thrown back and head held high, I practically stomped across the room to his desk, spun his chair around so he had no choice but to look at me, and lifted my skirt to reveal my bare ass. I stood before Jeff for a moment, holding up my skirt, before finally dropping the tiny bit of material and turning around to look at him again. His eyes were wide, his breaths were shorter, and I could see a slight swelling already forming in his sweats. It seemed I’d gotten his attention.

“You’ve had your head buried in those books for days,” I told him, “and I’m feeling a bit neglected. I’d much rather you had your head and your cock buried in something else.”

Jeff seemed a bit shocked by my bold announcement, but the hard on in his pants told me that he was turned on, too, and that was all that mattered to me. Straddling his legs, I inched closer to him before settling on his lap. His hard on poked into my center through his loose fitting pants, and when I felt myself getting wet, I knew he’d feel it in a moment, too.

I started kissing him, rubbing my tits against his chest and grinding my pussy against his dick through his sweats. Jeff was rock hard in no time, and I knew it was because of my irresistible lap dance. He can never say no to me when I’m in his lap, grinding against him, and I wondered why I hadn’t thought of that sooner. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was getting Jeff away from his books long enough for a much needed fuck.

Sliding off his lap, I stood up and spun around to show him my ass again. I hiked up my skirt and wiggled my butt right in front of his face. “Baby, don’t you want a piece of my ass?” I teased.

The next thing I knew, Jeff was literally kissing my ass, his lips caressing my super soft behind with each peck. It was something he only did when he was really horny, and I wondered how he’d gotten through the week without once trying to initiate sex. Luckily, he was finished denying himself all of the carnal delights we usually enjoyed together, which meant he wasn’t going to withhold pleasure from me any longer, either.

When he started licking my ass, his tongue getting closer to my asshole each time, I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation. His tongue never reached my crimped sphincter, though, and instead I felt a finger enter my back hole a moment later. I moaned loudly as his digit pushed its way past the tight muscle and worked its way further inside me. It felt fantastic, and I wiggled my butt as I tried to take his finger even deeper.

Jeff did exactly what I wanted him to do, pushing his finger into my ass until it was buried past the second knuckle. Then he started to twist and turn his hand and flex his finger inside me. The sensations were intense, and when I felt the tip of his finger hit the thin barrier between my ass and pussy, I came. I’d never come so easily, and I knew the only reason I exploded so soon this time was because I’d been denied sex for so many days. Even though I’d masturbated while Jeff worked, it wasn’t the same as having his hands on my body, and it made perfect sense that my orgasm would be intense.

That orgasm wasn’t the end, though. I needed more, and so did Jeff.

Jeff pushed me forward a bit, and when I turned to see what he was doing, I saw him stand up and take off his pants. Finally, we were going to get down to business. As soon as his pants hit the floor, pooling around his feet, he pulled me to him again. Then he did something unexpected. With both hands, he swept all of his papers from the table to the floor, like porn stars do in movies when they have sex in an office. I was still blinking and in shock when he pushed me against the edge of the table and bent me over until my breasts were flat against the wood surface. A moment later my skirt was flipped up over my ass and I felt Jeff’s dick poking into my backside.

I shook my butt a few times, begging Jeff to fuck me there, but instead I felt his rock hard cock slide into my wide open pussy. He thrust into me a handful of times, and right when I was starting to enjoy it, he pulled out. He chuckled as I groaned, unsatisfied, and then I sighed immediately afterward when I felt him rub his cockhead against my asshole.

He teased me a few moments longer, running his dick back and forth along my butt crack. But then even he couldn’t wait any longer, and he pushed his cock into my ass. His dick stretched my sphincter wide as he entered me, but the feeling was completely and utterly satisfying. I felt my pussy throb as he pushed himself deeper into my butt, and when I felt his balls resting against my ass, I practically exploded. There was more to come, though, and I was determined to hold off my next orgasm a little longer.

Pausing for a moment, Jeff gave me a second to get used to having him buried deep inside my ass after such a long absence (long for us, at least). Then, when he knew I was ready, he began to pump his cock in and out of my tight hole.

He started fucking my ass enthusiastically, his balls slapping rhythmically against me. I felt each inch of his cock as it slid between my cheeks, both in and out, and I loved the way his veiny dick felt as it rubbed against my smooth cheeks. What I loved even more, though, was the way his dick felt inside me. I felt delightfully full each time he slid into me, and I wanted that feeling to last, so I started thrusting backward against him, doing everything I could to enhance the experience. The more I did to help him along, the better it felt, and soon I was moaning loudly as he brought me closer to another climax.

Jeff started thrusting faster and harder he was getting close himself. Then he came, erupting with a loud groan and spilling his seed deep into my ass. I could feel it hitting my inner walls, each spurt shaking me to my very core. That set me off, and a moment later, it was my turn to come. I felt my body quake as I came, my ass clenching tightly around Jeff’s dick and my pussy spasming wildly. Jeff didn’t stop fucking me for a long time, making sure he’d pumped every drop into me and that I was completely spent before pulling out of my hole.

It took Jeff hours to put his papers back in order that night, but it was definitely worth it, he said. And now, whenever he has work to do, he plans ahead and schedules some time with me, because neither one of us wants to go so long without a good fuck ever again!

Ms. Audrey L., Amarillo, Texas

On Saturday nights, I love getting dressed up and going out. I don’t get to do it too often, since I usually work on weekends (I’m a photographer with a busy schedule), but every now and then I manage to have an entire weekend all to myself, and that’s when I go out.

Like most girls, it takes me forever to get ready to leave the house I want to look my best when trying to pick up guys at bars. Of course, it takes me even longer to get ready than most girls. That’s probably because I’m really a guy who just happens to like putting on a dress and high heels and going out to party. It always takes some extra time to get myself made up so that I pass as a woman, but it’s well worth the effort, because I always seem to get lucky when I go out.

I still remember the first time I ventured out of the house in my finest femme attire. I’d been dressing up in women’s clothing for several years at that point, but I’d always been too terrified to go out. I worried that I’d get caught and people would freak out, mostly because all the TVs I’d ever seen in public had been extremely obvious looking men. Nothing about them was feminine except for their clothing. But after years of practicing walking around the house in dresses and heels and makeup, I felt comfortable enough to dress up and go out on the town.

I put on my best outfit a knee length black cocktail dress and a pair of three inch maroon heels did my makeup, styled my blonde wig and headed out the door. Even leaving the building made me nervous, since I live in an apartment with a doorman who knows everyone, but he didn’t recognize me at all! In fact, I heard him whistle at me as I strutted through the door and out onto the street. He was the first person to ever see me dressed up as Claudia that’s the name I chose whenever I wanted to get into character and he’d been impressed. I had a feeling it was going to be a good night.

The doorman’s compliment filled me with a sense of confidence, and I decided to go to this club I’d heard about. It was supposed to be the place to see and be seen, and apparently a lot of hot guys went there. The club was only a short cab ride away, so I hailed a taxi and was there in less than ten minutes.

No one seemed to be paying any attention to me when I walked in the door, but as soon as I was at the bar ordering my drink, it seemed like a million pairs of eyes were on me. The bartender was just one of the guys checking me out, and when he saw I was by myself, he asked what a pretty lady like me was doing out alone on a Saturday night. I smiled at him and told him I didn’t have a boyfriend, but I was certainly looking.

When another customer needed his attention, I turned away and started to walk through the club. As I searched the crowded room for guys who appeared single, one really caught my eye. He was probably six foot two taller than me, even in heels had a mop of perfectly mussed light brown hair and couldn’t take his eyes off of me. He was exactly the kind of guy I was looking for.

I held his gaze for a few moments before looking away and then doing it again. I kept it up until he finally gave in and sauntered over to me. He was acting like I did whenever I went out to pick up girls, and I knew exactly what I had to do to get what I wanted out of him. I danced close to him, rubbing my ass against his bulging crotch and telling him how hot I was both because the club was crowded and because he was turning me on. He took the bait and asked if I wanted to go outside to get some air. I said I did, and then I let him lead me outside and around the corner of the building until we were securely hidden in a dark alleyway.

I’d never sucked a cock in my life, but I was dying to do something, so before the guy could say anything, I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. His dick was already semi hard when I freed it, and when I felt the warm flesh throbbing in my hand, I felt my own cock grow and I was glad I’d worn a pair of tight boyshorts so that my dick didn’t poke through my dress.

When I took him in my mouth, his cockhead slipping easily between my lips, I felt my dick become fully erect. I was so turned on by the idea of sucking his cock. I tried to ignore the ache in my balls as I concentrated on my task, and as I took more of his cock into my mouth, I nearly forgot about my own dick. His meat was delicious, with just the right amount of salty taste from his pre come, and I sucked him hungrily, savoring the taste.

He seemed to be enjoying the blowjob I was giving him, and he started grunting and moaning as he bucked his hips, thrusting his dick further down my throat. I tried to deep throat him, but since it was my first time, I couldn’t do it. He didn’t seem to mind, though he was just happy to have someone sucking his dick, same as I would be in his shoes. Instead I swirled my tongue around his crown and licked along the thick, throbbing vein that ran along the underside of his shaft.

By now my excitement was becoming too much, and I felt my cock throbbing in my panties. I was dying for release, but first I had to help my hunky new friend get his relief. Then it would be my turn.

I sucked harder, my tongue swirling wildly around his cock while my hands went to work on his balls and shaft, pulling, tugging and stroking to help bring him closer to his climax. Once I started that, it took only a moment before he was coming. He shot his load into my mouth, and at first I was so surprised that I pulled back and the next spurt hit me on the chin and dribbled down my neck. But when I realized what I was missing, I dove right back in and took his cock into my mouth so I could suck down his semen. It tasted much better than I’d ever thought it could, and I finally understood why girls like sucking cock so much.

I didn’t stop sucking him until he’d finished coming, and when he’d wiped off and tucked his dick back into his jeans before heading back to the bar, I opted to stay outside for a little while longer. “I need a bit of air,” I told him, but really I just wanted to be alone so I could jerk off and take care of my own aching dick.

The minute he was gone, I lifted the front of my dress, slid my panties down the tiniest bit and pulled my cock out. I was rock hard and pulsing rhythmically, and I jerked my cock as fast as I could, needing to feel some relief. In less than a dozen strokes, I was coming, shooting my load onto the dirty pavement. I’d never come so hard in my life, and I could only guess that it was because I’d finally given in to my urge to be with a man.

After emptying my balls, I pulled my panties back up, made sure I looked decent and headed back into the club. There were dozens of other guys inside looking for a good time, and I wanted to be the one to give it to them!

Mr. James V., Baton Rouge, Louisiana

I remember the moment my fetish became apparent to me. I was in college, and I’d just received the yellow rubber rain slicker and blueberry colored boots I’d ordered online. I’d told myself that I wanted them to keep me dry on the way to class, and because the bright colors would pick me up on even the dreariest of rainy days. The truth of the matter, though, was that I loved rubber. I liked the way the water slid right off its slick surface, and I adored the feel of the rubber brushing against my skin.

A few years later, I discovered rubber clothing, and with it, I found latex. The shiny material drew me in instantly, and when I tried on my first latex catsuit, I was in love. The suit fit my body like a glove, and as I walked around in it, it felt like every inch of my body was being caressed by that fantastic, skintight material. I had to have it!

I took the catsuit home and wore it every chance I got. I’d put it on when I was horny and wanted to masturbate, and I’d unzip it all the way so that my hand could squeeze between my body and my new second skin and play with my pussy. I’d wear it before dates to turn myself on faster. I loved it so much that I’d even wear it while working around the house. There just weren’t enough chances to wear my latex suit.

Then one day the worst thing imaginable happened: I found a tear in my beloved outfit. I didn’t know how it had happened, but I knew it was fatal at least for my suit. If I tried to put it on, it would only rip further, and I didn’t want to see that happen. It was time for me to buy some new latex clothing.

The shop I went to was full of latex goodies, and there were at least a half dozen other people there, looking through the racks. But I was so focused on my search for the perfect latex outfit that it wasn’t until I got to the wall of catsuits that I remembered I wasn’t alone in the store.

Standing a few feet away from me was a really attractive guy, and when I caught him checking me out, I sauntered over to him and struck up a conversation. His name was Kevin, and he had a latex fetish, same as me. He wasn’t into wearing it, though, just seeing other people in it. He’d come to the store hoping to find some fellow latex lovers, and, lucky him, he’d found me.

We chatted more while I shopped, and Kevin even helped me pick out a new catsuit. Then, when I’d made all my purchases and was ready to go home to play dress up, I invited Kevin along on a whim. The thought of him watching me put on my latex clothing, his hands running over my rubber encased body, had my pussy dripping wet in seconds, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to share my fetish with someone new.

Back at my house, I made Kevin wait in the living room while I ran into the bedroom to put on a latex miniskirt and corset. The corset hugged my curves in all the right places, and the skirt’s hem stopped right beneath my butt cheeks, barely covering me. I spun around as I looked at myself in the mirror and then slipped a hand between my legs, feeling the overwhelming wetness of my pussy. If Kevin didn’t get excited when he saw me in that outfit, I’d have to return him to the store.

When I walked out again, I wasn’t disappointed and neither was Kevin. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me, and as I inched closer, he reached out with one hand to touch me. I kept ducking out of the way, teasing him, but when his hand finally grazed me, it was absolute ecstasy. As his hand caressed my body, it rubbed the latex lightly against my skin, arousing me. When I looked down at him, I realized he was having a very similar reaction, as I could see the growing bulge beneath his jeans.

I danced around a bit, letting him watch the latex move with my body, and then I moved closer again. I lifted his cap from his head and threw it behind me before pulling off his shirt. Then I slid into his lap and rubbed my chest against his, letting him feel the latex and me in the process.

As I moved against Kevin, my corset pressed against my nipples, creating a sweet friction. The latex squeaked as I slithered against him, and it was the most erotic sound I’d heard in a long time. My pussy was absolutely aching by then, and I knew I had to do something or I’d die from anticipation.

Kevin seemed to feel the same way I did, and he started moving his hands over my latex covered body. He traced the lines of my corset first, sending shivers through me as his fingers tickled my ribs and spine. Then his hands dropped lower, to my ass, and he pushed the fine latex of the skirt gently between my cheeks. I shifted in his lap, wanting to get closer to him, and the movement shifted my skirt so that the front of it bunched up between my legs and rubbed against my pussy. The juices that had dribbled out of me already made the friction against my clit less intense, but it still gave me extreme pleasure.

A moment later, one of Kevin’s hands slipped between our bodies and started rubbing my pussy through the latex. The added pressure was heavenly, and with each stroke against my pussy lips I got closer and closer to my climax. When his finger brushed the latex against my clit, it sent me over the edge. I shrieked in delight as my body shuddered with ecstasy.

I was starting to come down from my orgasm induced high, but Kevin wasn’t going to give up so easily. He pulled his hand away from my pussy before I was ready and then stood up and dumped me on the couch. He quickly shed his clothing and settled back on the sofa before pulling me on top of him again.

As my body rested against his, my rubber outfit pressed against my skin and his in the most delicious way. He seemed pleased with the sensation, too, because I felt his dick begin to throb against my latex covered thigh. That feeling didn’t last long, however, because the next thing I knew, he’d lifted my skirt and was rubbing his cockhead against my dripping pussy. Then he started fucking me, and as his cock slid in and out of my pussy, it brushed against the edge of my skirt, causing the latex to caress our skin in a whole new way.

My corset was exerting the perfect amount of pressure on my sensitive nipples, Kevin’s hands were rubbing my ass through the back of my skirt, and then, with the latex hem lingering against my pussy while we fucked, I was ready to explode. Kevin sensed my pending climax and started thrusting faster, creating more friction between my skin and the luscious latex of my skirt. I felt like I was completely surrounded by rubber, and the sensation drove me over the edge.

I came, shrieking with delight as my pussy spasmed around Kevin’s cock. The latex was still brushing against my mound, and it made my orgasm even stronger than I’d hoped it would be. When Kevin came a few seconds later, shooting his load deep inside me, his continuous thrusting ensured that the rubber never lost contact with my pussy. It felt so good that I’d barely finished coming and already I was having another orgasm!

My latex skirt was dripping with come by the time we finally finished, and I smiled at the prospect of having my new playmate clean and polish the sticky garment. I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night!

Ms. Kristin C., Via E Mail

Karen and Mac, who live in the house next to mine, really like doing it outdoors. As far as I’m concerned, that makes them really great neighbors. There’s nothing I enjoy more than lounging on my deck and watching them go at it. But seriously, what could top a warm, sunny morning, a mug of hot coffee and a steamy sex show?

It has become a habit for me to sit outside after I get out of bed on Saturdays and Sundays, ostensibly to do a crossword puzzle. Usually, Karen and Mac end up outside, too as naked as jaybirds to roll around on their neatly trimmed lawn. Sometimes, one of them even looks up at me, as though checking to see if I’m there, so I know they’re not ignorant of my presence. Somehow, it never seems to stop them in fact, I think it excites them and makes what they do even hotter!

Luckily, no one else lives nearby to disturb our weekend routine. I don’t even remember how the three of us got to this point, but I’m sure glad we have.

Last Saturday, I woke up filled with anticipation, longing for a show from my sexy neighbors. I was up and at ‘em early, maybe a little too early because I’d actually finished half of my crossword puzzle before they came outside. After spreading a blanket on the lawn, they sat and just cuddled for a while, and I prayed that they hadn’t suddenly become more modest. The crotch of my panties was already soaked through, and I strummed my erect nipples through my t shirt, trying to bide my time. Finally, Mac leaned in, kissed his wife and placed his hand on one generously proportioned breast.

As Karen leaned toward him, she slipped her tongue between his lips and snaked her hand into his lap. Then she started massaging the lump in his shorts that I could just barely make out from my spot above them. His fingers trailed to the juncture of her thighs, and he kneaded her there for a moment before making his way beneath her waistband until all I could see of his arm was his wrist and above. Then Karen tipped back her head, opened her mouth and moaned so loudly that I could hear her.

I assumed that he’d reached into her panties, so I reached into my own damp thong and mimicked what I guessed he was doing to Karen’s cunt. My neighbor is a handsome man, tall and fit with curly blond hair and an easy smile, and I fantasized that it was his fingers stroking me softly, delving amongst my slippery folds to find my hardened button. When he located his wife’s clitoris, she gasped, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. There was no way of knowing exactly what he was doing to her, but he was clearly stoking the flames of her arousal so she’d be ready for his dick. My own clitoris throbbed beneath my fingertips, yearning for Mac’s tender touch.

Karen grasped her husband’s elasticized waistband, but instead of just reaching into his shorts, she pulled them off after getting him to raise his ass off the lawn. He continued playing with her pussy as she undressed him, though he had to lift his arms so she could take off his shirt, and I admired his muscular pecs from afar. I could almost feel how his well defined abdomen would quiver when he neared climax, and for about the hundredth time since the show offs had moved in next door, I wished I could trade places with my pretty neighbor.

Karen was soon as naked as her husband, her large tits and neatly trimmed mound bared to my view. I got ready to switch into high gear because it usually doesn’t take long for them to get going, and this time was no exception. She lay back on the grass and opened her legs for him, so he kneeled between her bent knees. With his erection poised at her pussy, he leaned forward to place tiny kisses all over her tits, but instead of penetrating her, he trailed his lips lower until they hovered above her splayed labia.

Sticking out his tongue, he dragged it over her pink flesh, and her legs immediately snapped shut against the sides of her husband’s head. Even though my view was obstructed, it was as if I could feel her excitement in the pit of my own stomach and guess that she was already coming. Her eyes were squeezed tight, and her head thrashed around on the lush green grass. Her moans were even louder as I sucked two fingers to get them good and wet, and then I stroked myself in an effort to mimic Mac’s obviously expert cunnilingus. It wasn’t quite the same as having my pussy licked and sucked by a sexy partner, but it did the trick, and in just a few seconds, I reached orgasm, too.

I had to struggle not to close my eyes when I came because I didn’t want to miss any of the red hot action. Once again, things happened very quickly. Mac rose up, took hold of Karen’s ankles and hooked them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed his dick, positioned it at her cunt and, with one strong push, buried himself to his balls. I guessed that her canal was still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but he didn’t stop to enjoy that. No, he jumped right in there and began hammering her so hard that her breasts bounced.

Karen clutched her husband’s asscheeks, digging her fingers into the muscular globes of flesh to pull him in even deeper. I held my breath as I thrust my fingers into my own chasm, preparing myself to reach my second peak whenever my handsome neighbor exploded. Caressing my canal from inside, I fantasized that it was his bulbous crown scraping over it and that he was grunting into my ear instead of his wife’s, his breath hot against my neck, not hers.

Finally, the pressure proved too much: Burying his length in his wife’s cunt one last time, Mac stopped moving, though it was Karen who cried out. Pumping into myself harder and faster, I almost immediately saw stars, like I was sharing their orgasm. However, I didn’t receive the pleasure of Mac’s scalding hot volley of semen, though I got to see it when he pulled out and some dripped from his crown. I caught my breath as they cuddled on the lawn, and then we all got dressed and went into our respective homes.

Thanks to unseasonably cold weather, I didn’t get another show until a few weeks later. This time, Karen was working in the garden when Mac snuck up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled the nape of her neck. Caught off guard, she started slightly, but then she leaned into his embrace and ground her ass against what I could reasonably guess was a bulge in the front of his shorts. He worked his fingers into her shorts, and the next thing I knew, she was crouched on her forearms and knees, naked from the waist down, with her gardening tools discarded.

Also discarded were Mac’s shorts as he knelt behind his horny wife with his prick pointed at her labia. Prior to penetrating her, he stroked his shaft along her shiny, wet slit, stimulating her swollen button until she quivered. My panties were soaking, so I slipped one hand under my robe to rub my erect clitoris while my other fingers played at my tits.

That dual assault brought me up to speed, and when Mac strummed Karen’s nipples through her tank top, it felt like they were mimicking my actions this time. I knew it was a coincidence, but it was a turn on nonetheless. My skin flushed as my masturbatory efforts paid off and preliminary orgasmic waves lapped at my insides. As usual, I was timing my actions with those of the brazen couple, so I was ready when Mac plunged into his wife.

I slid my fingers into my opening and imagined it was my neighbor’s thick shaft filling me. Even knowing that my two slender digits were no match for his giant member, I pumped away happily, mirroring his pace. I watched as Mac pistoned his hips, his prick disappearing and reappearing from between Karen’s thighs, the flesh slick with her copious juices. He held her hips tightly as he thrust into her chasm too many times to keep count, and this time he was the first to reach climax.

He let out a roar as he plunged hard into his wife’s sex one final time. His sac bounced against her asscheeks and remained lodged between their bodies as he painted her insides with shots of cream. I increased the pace of my fingers until the walls of my pussy tightened and my ass rose up off my seat. Just as I started coming, Mac reached around Karen to press a finger against her clit. Sucking in her lower lip, she reared back and then began shaking so hard that she dislodged her husband’s cock.

After that, Mac left Karen to finish her planting and cooled himself off with the garden hose. Needing to chill as well, I pulled my hand from my panties, went inside and took a cold shower. However, before I left, I saw both my neighbors glance my way and then at each other, exchanging a knowing smile. I’m happy to help fuel their sex life because I benefit as much as they do. And guys, if you happen to read this, keep up the awesome work!

Ms. Gloria T., Columbia, Maryland