Last week I invited my wife to have a romantic lunch with me at our favorite restaurant. I said, “I’d like you to wear sexy lingerie underneath your clothing. And after lunch, I’ll enjoy undressing you and worshiping your body.” Laura agreed. In fact, she offered herself to me for the afternoon to do anything I wanted sexually.

At the outset I should note that Laura is a very attractive woman in her mid thirties. She has natural C cup breasts and long, shapely legs. She’s about five foot seven and weighs 130 pounds.

We had a delicious lunch in an almost deserted restaurant. Laura was wearing a dark silk blouse, a short skirt and high heels. Her outfit suited the conservative upscale restaurant, but it was still sexy since her legs looked so good beneath the short skirt. We had ample privacy at our table. This prompted Laura to tease me by describing her lingerie in a sensuous voice. She told me that it was all black silk and quite luxurious. In addition to a pushup bra, she was wearing a matching garter belt, panties and her best stockings. She noted that she had added an extra “cookie” to each of the cups, causing her breasts to overflow the bra even more than its pushup design intended. She noted that the bra would fit better without the extra padding, but she knew I would like the look. My cock had stiffened merely from her description I couldn’t wait to see her for myself.

A few minutes later, I noticed Laura looking around the restaurant. She was apparently confirming that we were alone in our section because she then undid two buttons on her blouse. She pushed the blouse open to reveal the mounds of her breasts to me for perhaps ten to fifteen seconds. During this time she ran her forefinger sensuously over her exposed flesh. Then, without saying a word, she re buttoned her blouse.

During another moment, Laura brought her hands up to her chest and invited me to visualize her breasts cradled in her black silk pushup bra. I did. A little later she rubbed a finger on her left breast, telling me that she wanted to see if she could make her nipple hard. She then said, “I can feel my nipple. It’s definitely hard. You can’t see it because of the thickness of the bra, but I know it’s very erect.” Laura rubbed her other breast and then thrust out her chest while smoothing the blouse down, saying, “They’re both hard now. Are you going to suck on them when we get home?” I smiled and answered, “I’d love to suck on them in the car as soon as we leave the restaurant.” Laura chuckled and said it wasn’t going to happen.

Toward the end of lunch I said, “All of this talk about your nipples has started me thinking. Perhaps we could use the suction cups on them.” Laura said it was up to me her nipples were available for whatever I wanted to do to them.

After our meal, we necked in the restaurant parking lot. I told Laura how much I’d enjoyed her teasing and said I was looking forward to stretching and then attacking her nipples when we got home.

As soon as we arrived at home, I asked Laura to remove her blouse, skirt and bra and then put on a silk robe while I prepared the suction cups. Called “Supple Nips,” they’re soft translucent vinyl cups, perhaps an inch high and half an inch across. Their use is very simple. You squeeze out the air while holding one of the cups snugly over a nipple. Suction occurs when the pinching fingers are released. Using lip balm at the edge assures an airtight seal on the inside it serves as lube so the nipple can expand without sticking. The suction is strong enough to immediately stretch the nipple by about a quarter inch. Leaving the cup in place for about ten minutes results in continued enlargement. Each nipple gradually swells, growing to perhaps three quarters of an inch in length and a half inch in diameter. The effect is temporary, but when the cups are removed the stretched nipples are dramatically bigger and more sensitive than before. I’d guess they stay larger than normal for at least an hour, but that’s hard to judge since they inevitably spend some of that time being further aroused by my mouth and hands.

Laura knew what to expect since we’d used the suction devices as sex toys from time to time. I viewed them as superior to nipple clamps since they increased arousal for both of us and after their removal, Laura’s nipples were accessible to me. Every time we’d played with the cups I’d loved sucking on Laura’s oversized nipples and her increased sensitivity had led her to a violent orgasm.

Laura parted her robe and gasped slightly as I applied a suction cup to each of her breasts. From our past experiences, I knew my wife’s nipples were being sucked firmly, but not painfully. She’d previously said the sensation wasn’t immediately arousing but became so as the suction intensified. Laura left her robe open so I could enjoy the obscene image of one inch cups attached to her nipples. We killed about fifteen minutes having drinks, letting the cups work their magic.

I then escorted Laura into the bedroom and removed her robe and heels. She was now wearing only her small black panties and a garter belt and stockings, an ensemble that was extremely sexy when coupled with her breasts topped by the nipple cups. I told her how sexy she looked as I eased Laura onto the bed on her back. I lay down next to her and admired her encased nipples up close. Each nipple looked enormous as it filled its translucent cup. Laura grimaced as I eased the first cup off and wiped away the excess lip balm with a tissue her tender nub was obviously very sensitive. Her nipple was an angry red and looked to be twice its normal size. I wanted her nipple in my mouth and quickly lowered my lips to gently caress her swollen flesh. She gasped. Her initial sensitivity was soon overcome by arousal. My mouth bathed her nub with saliva as I felt every nuance of her enlarged nipple with my lips and tongue.

After a minute or two, I moved my fingers to her second nipple and eased that cup off, prompting an excited groan from my wife. My mouth repeated its worship on that side. While I tried to be gentle due to her sensitivity, I knew my mouth was giving Laura considerable pleasure. Our mutual passion increased, and I became much rougher. Her nipples felt great and her whole body was tense with arousal. My hand dropped to Laura’s pussy, and she ground against it. I removed her panties and used my fingers to explore her moist slit. She welcomed my fingers as they toyed with her clit and penetrated her. Within a few minutes, Laura had her first orgasm of the afternoon. I removed my mouth and held my sexy wife as she rode her climax through to resolution. As she calmed, I told her how great her nipples looked and felt. “I’ll leave them alone for now, but you should expect me to want to suck on them again later.”

After resting for a minute, Laura’s hands went to the waistband of my boxers, and I lifted my hips to help in their removal. Laura spread my legs and moved herself down on the bed so her head was near my cock. “Now it’s my turn to suck on some swollen flesh,” she said. My cock was rock hard and twitched in response to her statement. Her long fingers caressed my cock and balls as she slowly brought her mouth to my cock. She teased my shaft with her lips and tongue. Laura looked up at me as she lowered her mouth over my cock. With our eyes locked, Laura lifted her mouth off me and slowly swirled her tongue around the wet crown it was a fantastic sexual moment. I knew she wanted me to enjoy the show as much as the great feeling her tongue was giving my cock. I did.

Never taking her eyes off of me, Laura varied her contact. Her mouth sucked on me, enveloped as much as she could and variously teased the end of my cock all in a random series of movements that I was thrilled to watch. In the meantime Laura’s long fingernails teased my balls as she held the base of my cock so the head would be exactly where she wanted it. My ass was lifting off the bed, and my cock was throbbing. Finally, I could feel the pressure rising in my cock, and I growled as I came in Laura’s mouth. She anticipated my climax and was more than ready to swallow every drop.

We took an hour long break and then made passionate love again. Nothing turns us on more than playing with Laura’s nipples!

Mr. Nathan W., Via E Mail

Lady Angelina runs a tight ship, and when she caught me coming home past curfew after a friend’s bachelor party, she wasn’t about to let it slide. I knew I was in for one hell of a punishment, and though a small part of me was pissed that I was going to take a ton of shit for being a couple hours late, a bigger part of me couldn’t wait to find out what kind of special punishment my mistress had planned for me.

Angelina and I weren’t always in a relationship like we are now. When we first got together, we were a pretty average couple. But I’ve always been submissive, and she’s always been a take charge woman, so we fell into our roles as domme and sub pretty easily once we discovered that sort of relationship was possible outside porn movies and erotic novels. Now we pretty much live in a continuous D/s scene, and I couldn’t be happier about it though there are situations when I slip up and behave as a normal husband would, forgetting that my punishment will be more severe than a night spent sleeping on the couch. But I suppose that’s also one of the perks of our arrangement.

My mistress didn’t give me much of a chance to explain when I walked in the door, and before I had a chance to hang my sport coat in the closet, she was marching me down to the basement. “Listen, honey,” I tried, but she turned sharply on her heel and nearly knocked me dead with her glower.

“‘Honey?’” she mocked. “I’m not your ‘honey.’ I am your mistress, and you will address me as such!”

“I’m sorry, Lady Angelina,” I said, head bowed and trying hard to look contrite. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Lady Angelina gave a cursory harrumph and then continued to the basement, with me trailing at her heels. At the bottom of the stairs, she had me strip and then added my clothes to a mountain of dirty laundry. When I saw it, I got the feeling that the first part of my punishment wasn’t going to be the enjoyable kind, and I was right. My lady ordered me to take care of all the washing it looked like she’d piled up every article of clothing we owned, plus the linens and towels, too including her hand wash only delicates. It could easily have taken days. But my mistress wasn’t going to give me that much time. “You will be finished when I return this afternoon,” she said. There was no “or else.” Finishing was the only option.

As soon as my lady left, I looked at my watch, the only item she’d left me wearing, and saw that it was already seven in the morning. I had no idea when my wife would return, but I knew that it would likely be sooner rather than later, so I had to get to work if I wanted to finish my task in time.

I worked frantically, trying to will the washer and dryer to run faster while I scrubbed her lingerie in the sink and ironed and folded everything else. I had just hung the last of her bras over the drying rack when I heard Lady Angelina’s footsteps, and I scurried to the foot of the stairs to wait for her.

When she reached the bottom, my jaw dropped. Lady Angelina was wearing only a pair of thigh high stiletto boots, and her long hair was up in a polished bun, leaving everything else completely bare. She reached into one boot and pulled out a riding crop, then with a quick flick of her wrist struck my chest, making me close my mouth and stand up straighter. While I tried to maintain my composure, my lady took a walk around the room to check my work. She inspected creases and made sure the socks all had mates and felt the items I’d hung on the rack, I guess to make sure I’d been working the whole time she was gone and not slacking off. I watched her with desire, my cock getting harder and harder as her ass swayed above the tops of her boots. I couldn’t look away, and I hoped that once my punishment was over I’d be allowed to come.

After completing her inspection, she seemed satisfied, and I knew she was going to move on to the next part of my punishment. I thought maybe we’d move to the bedroom for phase two, but I was wrong. Instead, Lady Angelina had me kneel on one of the stairs and lean forward so I was resting against the staircase with my ass sticking out. My lady rubbed my ass a bit, and then she smacked it with her hand. It surprised me more than anything, even though I should’ve seen it coming, but the next time she whacked my ass, I was expecting it, and it turned me on.

My mistress only spanked me with her bare hand a half dozen times before moving on to using her crop. She rarely gives me such prolonged spankings, so I figured I was really in hot water after missing curfew. She hit every inch of my ass with that crop of hers, and I felt my flesh warming with each smack. It felt delicious, and even though I knew it was my punishment for misbehaving, I didn’t want her to stop. Seriously, I could have stayed there for hours, it felt so damn good!

The more Angelina spanked me, the more aroused I became, until my cock was so hard and throbbing so much I was sure I’d shoot my load all over the steps. But of course my lady would never allow such a thing, and she stopped spanking me in enough time to keep me from coming. I was disappointed, but I had hope that she’d let me climax later.

When my mistress demanded that I eat her succulent pussy, I knew I’d eventually get my chance at an orgasm. The one thing Lady Angelina says I never fuck up is eating pussy. I’ve managed to screw up just about every other task she’s given me at one time or another, but I’ve never failed to bring her to an explosive climax when I munch her cunt. She had me flip over and sit on the stairs, and then she climbed up and knelt on a step near my head, sinking down until her pussy was hovering mere millimeters over my mouth. I craned my neck to get closer, and then I went to work licking and sucking her cunt.

I focused on her labia first, because I knew once I got to her clit she’d explode. I bit lightly on one of her lips and tugged, then laved it with my tongue to soothe the bite. I repeated the action on the other lip, and then thrust my tongue deep inside her. She tried to stifle her moans, obviously not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing I was able to please her so easily.

I tongue fucked her pussy thoroughly, my tongue acting like a small but powerful cock. I alternated that with licking and biting her cunt lips, and after only a couple minutes I had my lady going crazy and grinding against my face. When I finally brought my mouth up to her clit, it took only a few brief moments of sucking before she climaxed, her juices exploding out of her like hot lava splashing out from a volcano. I didn’t stop slaving over her cunt until I’d sucked her dry, and even then I kept going until she told me I could rest.

When she climbed off my face, Angelina’s legs were shaking slightly, and I knew I’d done a much better job than she’d anticipated. “You’ve been a very good boy today,” she said. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Lady Angelina,” I said.

“Do you think you’ve earned a reward, too?” she asked.

I told her that I could not make that decision, but that I hoped I had pleased her either way. Apparently that was exactly what she wanted to hear, because she told me I could come, “if you want to.” Oh, I wanted to! I really, really wanted to!

As soon as my lady gave me the okay, I took my rock hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it. I got maybe a half dozen strokes in before my mistress covered my hand with her own and began to jerk me faster. With her help, I was ready to blow my load in maybe a minute. I told Angelina I was going to come, and she said I could. She even kept her hand on mine, and when I shot off, a few drops got on my mistress’s hand. For her to allow that to happen, I knew I’d done a really good job of eating her pussy.

After I came, my lady of course made me clean up and put away the laundry, but it was worth it. I always tell Angelina I’ve learned my lesson, but the truth is, I’ll never stop misbehaving. Her punishments are far too enjoyable!

Mr. Benjamin B., Via E Mail

My small New York apartment doesn’t have many amenities, but its one perk is that it’s located several floors above a great twenty four hour deli. They have everything, and no matter what time of day or night, I know I can run downstairs and find whatever it is I need including someone to fuck. See, there’s a really hot cashier who works the evening shift, and he and I have been hooking up for the past six months. It started out because we were both really horny and needed to get laid and figured it didn’t matter who we fucked, even if it was another guy, but we’ve kept it up because, honestly, he’s a good lay.

We last got together on Thursday night. I was on my way to the gym and stopped at the deli to pick up a few things. When I walked in the front door, the jingling bell signaled my entrance. He was standing behind the counter and his grin a shit eating grin, if ever there was one was mischievous and arousing, but I knew that I was the cause. As I picked through the cooler to find the coldest energy drink and dug through the protein bars to find one that hadn’t been squashed, I asked him what his plans were for the night. He said he had nothing going on after work, so I asked him if he wanted to “hang out,” and he said sure.

When he got off work at eleven o’clock, he buzzed me, and I let him up without a word. I knew it was him at the building entrance, and I unlocked my apartment door as soon as I knew he was on his way. He let himself in when he reached my floor. He always climbs the five steep flights because it’s quicker than waiting for the ancient elevator. I feigned nonchalance when he entered the apartment, but we both knew I’d been aroused and on edge for hours by the time he arrived. The hours I spent at the gym before he showed up had nothing to do with my vanity, but with my inability to sit still when I knew I was going to get the fuck of my life once he arrived I worked out to ease the nervous energy.

Barely a minute passed between his entrance and our first contact, just enough time to let him catch his breath and slow his heart rate before working himself into a state of breathlessness again. Once we were within a foot of each other, our bodies were like magnets, pulling each other in no matter how hard we fought it. It was impossible to be that close and not act on our mutual desires and needs. A kiss, short but intense, was all it took to set us off. No more than thirty seconds of his rough lips pressed hard to mine and we were on our way. Hands started pulling off shirts and tugging down pants, his soft fingers making quick work of my shorts and t shirt while my callused hands had to fight extra layers of cotton to get him undressed. This disparity was the only downside to his ready availability that night if he weren’t coming from work, I’m sure I’d have had fewer articles of clothing to strip off him.

As aroused as we were from the anticipation of another night together, it took only moments to produce a pile of discarded clothing and free our cocks. I was on my knees immediately after his dick had been released from his briefs, and I took him in my mouth, swallowing as much of him as I could. I was impatient and he wasn’t quite hard enough for my liking. I sucked furiously, my arms wrapping around his ass so I could massage his cheeks and fondle his balls from behind. This is the quickest way to get him up, and that was my most immediate goal. His cock filled my mouth, making my cheeks distend like a chipmunk’s, and I smiled around his shaft, wondering if my grin looked as mischievous as his usually did, or if he could even tell I was grinning.

When I tasted the first trickle of pre come, I pulled back and took the condom he was holding. I ripped the foil package open and pulled the thin latex sheath out, rolling it onto his shaft with a speed and exactness that came only from years of practice. A second later, I was on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, offering myself to him. The condom was already lubed and ready, and he dropped to the floor behind me, his cock going straight between my cheeks with missile like precision.

In the twenty four hours since our last encounter, my desire for him had grown exponentially, as it always does I’m never sated when it comes to him. As he thrust into my ass, his cock slowly pushing between my cheeks, past my sphincter and deep into my rear channel, I groaned audibly. No matter how many times he’s fucked me, it always feels like the first time, and I couldn’t help my excitement at how full my ass felt. Once he was in me, his balls pressed firmly against my ass as our bodies joined intimately, I couldn’t control myself and wanted nothing more than to start thrusting furiously. And I did it. With whimpers and moans of pleasure, I began rocking back and forth on my hands and knees, forcing his cock to slide in and out. It wasn’t enough, though, and I begged him to help me. “Fuck me,” I cried. “Please, fuck me!”

He wanted me to keep begging, I knew he did, but he was as turned on as I was, and he couldn’t wait any longer either, so he thrust. His cock stroked in and out at a rapid pace, faster and harder than I remembered him fucking me in our previous meetings. It was exactly what I wanted, though, and my pleas turned to praise as he fiercely pounded my ass.

My cock started throbbing violently, and I knew I was going to explode. He makes me come faster than anyone else, and harder, too. I tried to hold back, wanting to feel him fill my ass before I let myself go. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt him pulsing inside me. He was on the verge of an orgasm as powerful as mine, based on his grunting and the sweat dripping onto my back. When I felt him shooting into me into the condom I relaxed and let myself go. My cock shot a load of come onto the floor beneath me, and I ducked my head lower to watch it, wanting to see the end result of our hookup.

When it was over, he pulled out, tossed the used condom in the trash can by the door, got dressed and left. No words had been exchanged except in the heat of passion there was really no need, when all we wanted was a solid fucking. I showered and went to sleep, needing to rest before the routine started all over again the next day.

All of this played through my mind as I approached the register to pay this morning, and as he rang up my purchases, he flashed me that mischievous grin of his. When I left, I went upstairs and took a cold shower before going to the gym. I knew he’d be back tonight, and I couldn’t wait!

Mr. Stephen I., New York, New York

The Slip ‘N Slide in our backyard looks innocent enough, but considering what Tommy and I use it for, it’s anything but innocent. Once in a while, we really do turn on the hose and use it for its intended purpose, but most of the time it’s simply an accessory to our messy sex play.

When it’s particularly nice out, one of our favorite things to do is use our Slip ‘N Slide for sploshing. Cold gelatin or pudding is perfect, especially on a hot summer day. And last week was the hottest we’ve had yet this season, so of course my husband and I had to play!

I knew Saturday was going to be a scorcher, as the local weatherman predicted, so Friday night I stayed up late preparing. I made lime gelatin, pineapple, even special margarita gelatin. I filled the fridge with huge bowls and pans full of the sweet dessert, and by the time I woke up the next day, it was perfectly chilled and jiggled nicely when I shook it.

Tommy was getting in the shower when I decided to go set up, and I snuck outside in my bikini without him knowing what I was up to. I sprayed the Slip ‘N Slide with the hose to get it wet, and then I started to dump pan after pan of gelatin onto the plastic mat. I watched the colorful gelatin fall on the blue tarp, slowly covering it until a thin translucent layer of the cool, jiggly dessert hid every inch of the plastic from view. I thrilled at the sight of the fruity mess, and I couldn’t wait for Tommy to finish his shower so we could play. Truthfully, I was tempted to jump right in without him, but I knew that once he saw all the gelatin he’d be as excited as I was, and it was always more fun to play with Tommy than to play alone.

By the time I brought the empty pans back into the house, my husband had finished his shower and was standing in front of the kitchen window, naked, looking out at my handiwork while he drank his morning coffee. “Is there enough gelatin for two?” he asked when I walked inside.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “I think I could be convinced to share.” I put the pans on the counter and turned to my husband. “Want to play with me?” I asked coyly.

He didn’t say anything, but he drained the last of his coffee and put the empty cup in the sink before grabbing my hand and dragging me out into the yard. I watched his cock start to get hard as we neared the Slip ‘N Slide, and I was very thankful for our privacy fence. I didn’t really care if the neighbors saw us getting messy in a pile of gelatin, but I didn’t like the idea of sharing my naked husband with the horny housewives who lived nearby.

Tommy ran straight for the gelatin covered Slip ‘N Slide, his cock bobbing in front of him. He stopped a few feet away and turned to me, silently asking my permission to go first. I smiled and nodded my consent, and then he took off. He jogged back a couple of yards and then ran full speed at the tarp, throwing himself across the gelatin at the last possible moment. Neon bits of gelatin were scattered across the grass and flung into the air as he belly flopped onto the plastic, and I giggled gleefully as he slid through the jiggly mess.

As I watched my husband’s body glide through the gelatin, I felt my pussy flame with arousal, and I knew exactly what I needed to cool down. As soon as Tommy got off the tarp, I took my own running start at the Slip ‘N Slide and flung myself into the mess of sweet gelatin. I felt the gelatinous dessert slide against my skin as I traveled down the plastic sheet, chunks of yellow and green gelatin getting caught in my bikini as I skidded to a halt at the end of the ride. When I stood up, I tugged at the strings that held my bikini in place, and as it came off, I watched bits of gelatin fall away from my body, only the most mashed bits sticking to me.

I was so turned on by the feel of the gelatin against my skin and the way it had looked when Tommy was gliding through it that I immediately backed up and ran at the Slip ‘N Slide again, not giving my husband a chance at another run. Now naked, I felt the cool gelatin slide against even more intimate places, and the sensations caused me to moan loudly as I glided to the end of the plastic path. I didn’t bother standing up that time, instead rolling around in the pool of mashed gelatin at the end of the mat. I reveled in the sensations the gelatin provided as I squished it through my fingers, rubbed it against my skin and wiggled around in it. My husband, meanwhile, stood and watched me, his rock hard cock standing at attention as he ogled me.

When I noticed Tommy standing there, I raised an eyebrow at him and crooked my finger, summoning him to join me. His stiff dick pointed the way as he moved the short distance to the Slip ‘N Slide, and in less than a minute he was on his knees in the gelatin. I pulled him down on top of me and started rubbing fistfuls of gelatin on his back and ass. I loved the way his body pressed against mine, the gelatin that had been on top of me mashing between us while my bottom was ground deeper into the melting dessert.

Soon the arousal I felt was too strong to ignore, and I begged Tommy to fuck me. He didn’t hesitate to do as I asked, quickly shoving his hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. He pumped into me a few times in the missionary position before pausing. He pulled back, got up on his knees again, pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and then pushed back into me and started thrusting again. The new position allowed him to go deeper, and with his hands free, he was able to give my stomach and tits an erotic gelatin massage. I liked watching his hands caress my chest while his hips pounded against mine, and even more than that, I liked the feeling of the gelatin rubbing against me from all sides.

At one point, Tommy moved a hand down to play with my clit while he fucked me. He stopped strumming my button before he made me come, but when he slipped his hand back up my body and offered me his thumb to suck, the flavor of my spilled juices combined with the tropical gelatin to create a delicious new treat. One taste was all it took to set me off. My climax was explosive, and I screamed with delight, not caring who heard me.

My pussy clenched and spasmed around Tommy’s thrusting cock until he came, too. As I felt his come shoot into me, one shot after the other, I squirmed more and dug my hands into the gelatin, squeezing it until it oozed out between my fingers the way I was sure my husband’s come would soon be oozing out of my pussy.

When Tommy was done, he pulled out of my cunt, moved my legs back onto the ground, and lay down next to me. Our bodies were covered with bits of gelatin, mine more than his, and the scent was overwhelming. I ran my hand back and forth through the mashed gelatin that lay all around us as I tried to catch my breath, and the feel of it against my skin soon turned me on all over again.

My husband and I spent the better part of the day sliding down the Slip ‘N Slide between bouts of rambunctious fucking, and by the time we were done, the gelatin had melted into almost nothing, and our skin was sticky and sweet. We spent that night in the shower, washing it all off.

I heard on the news this morning that next weekend is supposed to be another hot one. Tommy must have heard, too, because when he came home from work last night, he brought a giant grocery bag full of strawberry and raspberry gelatin mix . . .

Ms. Elena R., Tampa, Florida

Because I’m into girls, and, more specifically, into tying them up, spanking them and having kinky fun with them, I can’t go to any random bar and pick up a girl straight or not. Some women can pull that off, and that’s fine if all you want is a roll in the hay, maybe to get on your knees and lick her pussy or finger fuck each other. I’m always on the lookout for girls who are more nasty than that girls who want to push the envelope, so to speak.

Maybe because I wear a leather jacket and have short, spiky, blonde and black hair, or I just look like I’m good at fucking, straight girls flock to me, but usually they’re only looking for a hot makeout session. I know, because I’ll take them home with me, but once I get them naked, they get shy. They want the lights off, they don’t want me to tie them up or spank them or order them around. In fact, they want to order me around, saying things like “Not so hard” and “I want to be in this position.” They don’t realize that what I crave is the act of domination, of being in total control that’s what gets me off.

So when I do meet the right girl, I want to show her the best I’ve got. Like with my latest girl, Cathy. One night she was doing shots at my favorite local gay bar, wearing a top through which everyone could see her tits not that she minded, because she kept taking them out and showing them to the whole room. She gave off a bratty vibe that I enjoyed, like she needed to be shown a lesson in how to behave. Even though part of me was enjoying her raucous display, my pussy was pounding with the desire to shake things up to shake her up.

I finished my beer, then sauntered over to her. She looked up as I approached, shaking her long, brown curls at me, practically daring me to do something. I moved behind her, at first simply following the movement of her body to the beat of the music, but then I grabbed her arms. I didn’t say a word, just felt her silently struggle she wasn’t moving like a girl who wanted to get away, but like one who enjoyed her situation. “Do you like that?” I whispered in her ear, loud enough to be heard above the din but quietly enough that not everyone around us could tell what I was saying.

“What’s it to you?” So she wanted to be bratty. This time she really tugged at my hands.

“You really want me to let you go?” I asked, and then did so, spinning her around so she was facing me.

“Maybe. Who are you?” She was teasing me, but I was willing to tease her right back.

“Someone you want to know.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I can take you places you’ve never been.”

“What if I like where I’ve been?”

We were flirting, practically fucking with our mouths right there on the dance floor. She seemed totally unattached, except to me, and I didn’t want to let her go. So we danced, not exchanging names or talking much, for half an hour or so, until she got tired out. Then she pressed herself against me, grinding enough so she could feel the cock I was packing, and whispered, “Take me home.”

I pushed her face away and stared down at her sternly. “You’re not the kind of girl who says please?”

She stuck out her tongue. “Sometimes I do.”

“I bet I can get you to say please,” I told her.

“What’s the bet?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” I told her. Then I started to walk away, knowing she was so aroused she’d be sure to follow. I was right the moment my hand hit the door, she was running behind me, pressing her hand over mine.

“Wait. I’m Cathy, and . . . I want to go home with you. You can do anything you want to me. I liked dancing with you.” Her words came out breathlessly, and a little shy, like she knew I’d won whatever game we’d been playing.

“Whatever I want?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well, I mean, I do have a safeword . . . ”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” I said, pulling her out into the night. We hadn’t walked half a block before I demanded, “Take off your panties and give them to me.”

“But . . . ” I knew how short her dress was, knew that all it would take was a short breeze to ruffle its hem and show off her private parts to anyone passing by. I wanted them for two reasons, though: to show her I was in charge, and to see how wet she was. I turned around, tapping my foot. “Okay, here,” Cathy said, pulling them down quickly and handing them to me. I brought them to my nose and sniffed, then ran my fingers along the crotch.

“A little wet, are you?” I didn’t need a response, so I stuck the panties in my pocket and kept walking. “Tell me what you like to do in bed,” I said, “the more specific, the better.” I wanted to find out what turned her on, but also to catch her off guard, to make her work a little before she got what her submissive little self wanted.

“I like to be ordered around, told what to do,” she said quietly, but loud enough so I could hear her. “I like to be restrained and have my mouth and pussy filled.” I liked what I was hearing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ignoring Cathy for a moment, to text my best friend and occasional lover Andrea, to see if she wanted to top Cathy with me. She was game.

“I’m having a friend join us,” I said casually, not letting slip whether this friend was male or female. She didn’t need to know. Cathy didn’t say anything, just smiled when I looked at her.

We got to my car, and she slipped into the back, where I told her to show me her tits, to play with them while I drove. “Suck on a nipple for me.” She did, and my cunt got wet at the sight. Andrea was waiting in my driveway when we got home, looking hot in black leather pants and an old rock t shirt that was ripped open to reveal the tops of her large tits.

I pulled Cathy out of the backseat and thrust her toward Andrea. “This is our plaything for the night, Cathy. She likes being tied up and wants to have her pussy and mouth filled.” Cathy whimpered, and I cupped her ass, right there in the street, before handing her off to Andrea and opening the door. By the time we got inside, Andrea had her tits out and was manhandling them. “Why don’t you take her pussy? I have something to keep her mouth occupied.”

Andrea dragged Cathy into my bedroom by the hair, then stripped her naked, raking her nails along her pale skin so harshly that they left marks. Then she hoisted her up onto the bed and got her on her hands and knees. I stood at the edge of the bed and whipped out my silicone cock, pulling Cathy’s mouth toward it. While she sucked me off, I could hear Andrea’s fingers sliding in and out of Cathy’s wet pussy. I lightly slapped her cheek, and then kept my hand there, watching her swallow every inch. I was grateful I’d chosen my larger, red dick, rather than the smaller one I usually pack. Cathy was a voracious cocksucker I could see her drool dribbling down the toy.

That sight made me excited, because it showed me that she was really into it, that she liked it. Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows how to use her mouth, whether it’s for a kiss, sucking nipples, going down on me or taking my dick into her mouth. When I pulled my cock out and made like I was going to put it away, she proved my prediction correct: “Please,” Cathy begged. “Just a little more. I need it. Please.” I decided to fuck her back, to make her work a little harder, and heard Andrea’s grunts get louder as we amped things up at both ends of Cathy. I knew my cock wasn’t real, but I could swear I felt some energy transferring from Cathy’s lips to my groin, and when I pulled my dick out and pressed the tip against her lips, she let me play with her sweet little mouth as much as I wanted.

“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time for mine,” I said, and opened the Velcro straps of the harness and removed it so Cathy could eat my cunt. She proved as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock, and even though I wanted to maintain some semblance of control, I let myself go while she ate me. I was grateful Andrea was there so Cathy could both get off while she had the taste of my pussy on her tongue. Andrea met my gaze, and we shared a smile as I encouraged Cathy. “Yeah, get your tongue in there.” Then I addressed Andrea. “Spank her ass for me, since I’m busy over here.” The sound of Andrea’s smacks so strong and steady were what pushed me over, and I came against Cathy’s lips.

“Kate. My name is Kate. Remember that,” I told her afterward, before kissing her roughly while I pinched her nipples. She grinned at me, and I knew right away that this wouldn’t be a one time encounter.

Ms. Kate M., Via E Mail

When I told Riley to kiss my ass, I didn’t expect him to take me seriously. We’d been joking around, and he’d tried to argue that he was always right, while I was always wrong. He was full of shit, though, and I told him so. He threw some barb at me, and I responded as I saw fit: “Kiss my ass,” I cried.

Without even a moment’s hesitation, Riley bent over behind me, lifted my skirt and planted a big kiss right on my left asscheek. My boyfriend has always been anally fixated, but he’d never gone quite that far simply because I’d jokingly told him to kiss my ass. But he didn’t stop there. He pushed his fingers underneath the leg bands of my panties and began slowly pulling them down my hips. As soon as he’d uncovered my ass, he stopped tugging the flimsy material for a moment and planted even more kisses all over my bare butt.

After he’d kissed every inch of ass available to him, he pulled my panties the rest of the way down and started massaging my cheeks. It felt really good, and I sighed contentedly, our argument already forgotten. My pussy was getting wet as he tended to my ass, and a moment later I felt him dip a finger into my cunt. Then that same finger, now wet with my juice, was pushing into my asshole. He wiggled his digit until I felt the very tip of it push past my sphincter.

Once his fingertip had passed into my asshole and I’d had a minute to get used to the probing, my ass practically opened up for him. Riley was able to get a second finger inside me right away, and then he twisted and twirled them this way and that to stretch my ass wider. He needed to get me ready to take his cock in my backdoor, but that didn’t mean he didn’t go all out with the finger play, too. He kept kissing my ass as he fingered me, and the dual sensations really got me going.

I could tell Riley wanted to add a third finger to really loosen me up even more, so I grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it to my waist before shimmying from side to side, letting him know I wanted whatever he was going to give me. He growled as he slipped another finger into my ass, and I knew he was pleased with my reaction to his anal attentions. I was so stretched now that with three fingers buried in my ass, I felt full, but not overstuffed. And by that time, I wanted to be filled with his cock.

“Mmm,” I moaned as Riley stroked my asshole with his fingers. “Fuck my ass, baby,” I begged.

He chuckled wickedly and started thrusting his digits in and out of my butt while I squirmed. It felt delicious, and I moaned loudly while I fisted my hands in my skirt, tugging at the material as I tried to hang on to at least a little self control. When I thought I would die from my unfulfilled desire to have a cock in my ass, Riley finally removed his fingers and had me get down on the floor. While I situated myself, chest flat on the floor and ass high up in the air, Riley hurried to get his pants undone and then fumbled in his wallet to find a condom. I heard him rip the foil wrapper and then heard the soft, quick sound of him enveloping his dick in the latex sheath.

As he’d done with his finger, he dipped his cock in my pussy, getting it wet, and then aimed for my asshole. I felt his firm cockhead poke tentatively at my rear entrance several times before he finally nudged it into me. At first he only allowed the crown to go past my sphincter, pushing it in and pulling it out several times, teasing me. “Baby, I need your cock in my ass!” I whined. “Come on, Riley. Fuck me!”

It didn’t take much more urging than that before my boyfriend was shoving his fat cock all the way up my ass. When I felt his balls finally resting against my cheeks, I moaned loudly, letting him know how pleased I was. And then he started to fuck me.

Riley loves to fuck my ass, and he always switches up his technique so that each time is different. This time he started off by absolutely pounding me, making my ass jiggle and my whole body rock as he pumped hard and fast into me. The minute I started to moan, he slowed to a snail’s pace. I thought I’d be able to climax first, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He moved so slowly that I felt every ridge and vein of his cock as he pulled out and then pushed back into me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and I shuddered as he thrust into me, the intensity of the sensations making me go weak.

Once again, I was sure I was going to climax, but then Riley pulled out of me and made me wait at least a full minute before he started thrusting again. This time he thrust faster and more forcefully, increasing his pace every dozen strokes or so.

I thought he might try to draw out the fucking again, to keep me on edge, but when I felt myself on the verge of a climax once more, he didn’t stop. He kept going, keeping up his rhythm, and when I came, I went wild. I don’t always come from anal sex alone, but the way Riley was fucking me was more than enough to push me over the edge. My whole body shook violently from the intensity of my orgasm, and I was amazed that Riley was able to keep up the pace without climaxing himself. But he kept going, not stopping or slowing down at all for the duration of my climax.

When I started to calm down after my explosive orgasm, Riley slowed his strokes for a minute or two, and I wondered if it was for me or because he was trying to keep himself on edge. I found out when he started thrusting frantically again, his hips pounding against my butt as his cock flew in and out of my ass at a rapid pace. It didn’t take much time after that until Riley finally climaxed. I felt his dick throbbing in my ass as he shot into me, and it felt so good that it started to arouse me again, and I dug my nails into the carpet.

Spent, Riley pulled out of me, while I collapsed on the floor, and then I heard his footsteps as he left the room. Meanwhile, I eased into a more comfortable position as I tried to catch my breath. When Riley came back, I looked up in time so see him drop several small foil packets on the floor in front of me. Apparently we weren’t done quite yet. My pussy started throbbing at the sight, and when I took a moment to really look at my boyfriend, I saw that his cock was already half hard. My sphincter clenched with excitement. I couldn’t wait to find out how he would fuck me next!

Ms. Sarah D., Whittier, California

When I met Stacy, she had skinned knees. I think that’s what first attracted me to her. I’m sure not everyone would find that sexy, but there’s something about a tomboy that gets me every time.

I found her in the park near my apartment, which I walk through on my way home from work. It’s a hangout for local skateboarders because of its railings, steps and laid back vibe. I often stop to check out the crowd because I think that some of the things they do are truly amazing. One day, I was so engrossed in watching some guy skimming a rail that I almost tripped over the girl sitting on a board next to the walkway.

“Watch it!” she snapped, and when I looked down, I was stopped in my tracks by her cuteness. She wore a t shirt bearing the name of a nearby med school, and the way it hugged her perky tits got me imagining what she’d look like without it. Then I checked out her toned legs and noticed the scrapes ass hugging cutoffs probably aren’t the best choice for skateboarding, although I appreciated the way they showed off her body. Good Samaritan that I am, I handed her my handkerchief and a bottle of water so she could wash the gravel from her knees.

When she’d finished, she stood and handed me back my stuff before stepping down on one end of her battered board. It popped into her hand as she thanked me, and then she started limping away. I didn’t think she’d make it that far on her own so I offered to walk with her, which my cock was urging me to do anyway. To my surprise, she said okay.

I offered her my arm for support, and we talked as we headed toward her apartment. I found out that she was a student at the school on her t shirt, and the dichotomy that this hot, brainy chick was also a tomboyish skater got my dick even harder. It seemed like we were hitting it off really well, so I asked if she’d let me buy her a coffee before we reached her place and I never saw her again. “Sure, why not?” she replied, and then led me into an alleyway. I figured we were taking a shortcut, but then she pulled me into a doorway, dropped her skateboard and pressed her soft lips to mine.

For a moment, I was too stunned to respond, and then I realized the opportunity I’d just been given. Stacy clung to me tightly as I returned her kiss, even opening her mouth to let my tongue slide into it. As I swabbed the smooth insides of her cheeks, she backed me against the bricks and ground her pussy against my erection. We continued making out while our hands began a frantic and thorough exploration of each other’s body, until we both started sweating in the warm summer air.

Emboldened, I slid her t shirt up over her tits, which I cupped through a pink cotton bra. She responded by grinding against me even harder until my dick was throbbing so wildly that I was afraid I might lose control. I was gasping for breath but managed to keep my cool, and then I concentrated on strumming her nipples while wondering if I should try to take things even further. What the hell? I thought, and went for it.

Hoarsely, I asked Stacy to take me back to her place. “Too far,” she panted between fevered kisses, and I agreed, because she’d started giving the bulge in my chinos a good massage. She squeezed my balls, and as some pre come oozed from my cockhead, it occurred to me that she intended for us to have sex right then and there. I’d never done it anywhere this public, but since she seemed comfortable with it, I decided to lower my inhibitions.

She undid my pants and pushed them down past my butt, along with my boxers. My erection sprang right into her hand and twitched wildly as she wrapped her fingers around it. The only thing now keeping my orgasm at bay was the hope of greater things yet to come. She started stroking me up and down like she’d known me forever, and it dawned on me that I might not be the first stranger she’d fucked in this very alley.

There was so much to think about, and my mind was spinning. Then Stacy gave my shaft an impatient squeeze to let me know that I was lagging. Caught up in my thoughts and our kisses, I’d been idly stroking her breasts the entire time, but that was it. Eager to catch up, I popped open the snap of her shorts, reached past the waistband of a flimsy thong and delved right into her pussy.

I almost jumped for joy at discovering that her pussy was clean shaven and dripping wet. My mouth watered as her slippery juices coated my fingers, and I wanted to taste her sweet sex, but there wasn’t room to crouch down in the doorway. Instead, I brought my hand to my lips, sucked off the slick, salty fluids, and then returned it to her moist center. We resumed kissing as I dipped my hand back into her panties, and she sucked my tongue hungrily, aroused by her own musky flavor.

I would have been happy for us to keep masturbating each other until she pushed down her bottoms and kicked them aside. My own pants were at my ankles, but before I could get them off, she’d let go of my cock, thrown her arms around my neck and hoisted herself up. I was impressed by her athleticism as she wrapped her legs around my waist and held on tightly, her cunt pressed against my lower stomach. My dick, which stuck out from my body at a forty five degree angle, nestled between her thighs, and she wiggled against it as I lowered my head to her breast and nibbled one hard nipple through a layer of cotton.

Moaning loudly, Stacy began writhing, mashing her wetness against my abs like she was trying to get herself off. However, I had a better idea. Taking a firm hold of her asscheeks, I repositioned her so that the tip of my dick nestled between her labia before pausing to ensure I had a firm grip on her. Obviously not one for being patient, she immediately started trying to get me inside her.

Just as eager, I balanced her with one hand and positioned my crown at her opening, which gave in with very little pressure. She squealed as she slipped down my rod and then clung to me as I started sliding her back and forth. I guided her over my member, digging my fingers into her asscheeks as I worked my dick in and out of her. She was moaning very loudly, so I did my best to keep her moving at a steady pace.

She was clearly enjoying herself, but I could tell that it wasn’t quite enough. I felt the same: The pressure of her cunt on my cock was amazing, but I wanted to fuck her harder and faster. As though reading my thoughts, Stacy whispered, “Turn around,” and I paused, uncertain about backing her against the brick wall. However, she had no reservations. “Do it!” she hissed, so I did.

Now, with the wall supporting most of her weight, I could move more quickly. I kept hold of her buttocks as I resumed thrusting into her moist hole, and she helped by maintaining a firm grip around my neck and waist. I felt her hot breath near my collarbone as we went at it, and then her mouth latched on to my skin and sucked hungrily. By then I was so lust crazed that I didn’t care if she left a mark that my colleagues could talk about if I’m going to lower my inhibitions sex with a stranger, and in a semi public place I figured I might as well go all the way.

When Stacy tired of that, she nipped at my lips with her front teeth. She was like a wild animal, which turned me on so much that my pace escalated from merely fast to lightning quick. With my cock pistoning in and out of her slippery pussy at a breakneck speed, it wasn’t long before she started quivering. The walls of her cunt palpated my shaft as her body quaked, while her tongue wrestled with mine and her fingers dug into my shoulder blades. I fucked her even harder, my balls flapping wildly as I also closed in on my summit. Finally, she ripped her lips from mine, threw back her head and yelled, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

Briefly, I worried that someone had heard her but then I came, too, and stopped caring. As her warm juices washed over my sac, its contents reached their boiling point, and I gave her one last forceful stab before resting my cock deep inside its warm home. Then, my shaft pulsed and my load poured out of my crown to flow deep into her. “Oh, yeah, give it to me,” she chanted as my balls emptied themselves into her body.

When I’d released what I thought was the final drop of semen, Stacy thrust her moist tongue into my ear, triggering another blast. Now I was both depleted and exhausted, so I pulled my softening dick from her pussy and lowered her down carefully. Her knees buckled when she reached the ground, so I held her steady as she put on her shorts and panties. Then I asked if she was okay, remembering her skateboarding injury.

“I’m awesome,” was her quick response. I was thrilled that I’d been able to please her and that I apparently had newfound healing powers. Still, she held on to my arm as we continued to her apartment, where she gave me her number and told me to text her when I wanted another fuck in the alley.

Mr. Kevin T., St. Louis, Missouri