INNOCENT PASSERBY TURNED VOYEUR WITNESSES AN EROTIC RENDEZVOUS

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

I was on my way home from the gym a few weeks ago and passed the nearby nail salon, which was on the same block. It was late, maybe eleven o’clock at night. Usually the salon is closed and dark by that hour, but I saw some lights on inside. It wasn’t overly bright or anything, but it was strange to see any lights on at all after eight.

When I got closer, I stopped to look inside the shop to see what was going on. I didn’t think they still had clients coming in so late I figured one of the employees had simply left a light on when she left. I peered through the large front window, expecting to see the place empty, but what met my eye was something far more intriguing.

One of the girls who worked there was sitting on her stool in front of one of the spa chairs where they sat clients for pedicures but she was naked except for a short vest like apron, which I recognized as part of her regular uniform. Her vest was open, and the front spread as she leaned forward. I shifted my gaze upward and saw that there was someone in the chair in front of her.

A guy with his pants pulled down his thighs and his flannel shirt hanging open was sitting there, and as the girl leaned in, she started to take his naked cock into her mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! The sidewalk wasn’t busy at eleven at night, but anyone who walked past would easily be able to see what was going on in the salon especially with the lights on. I started to wonder if they knew they were on display and were doing it all on purpose, or if they’d only gotten caught up in the moment and had no idea they had a small audience watching their private show.

While I thought about their motives, the girl took more of her partner’s dick between her lips, until she had about four inches of his six inch tool in her mouth. I wanted to see how far they’d go, but I didn’t want to be obvious, so I took my cell phone out of my pocket and pretended to check my text messages while I surreptitiously watched them. If anyone walked by, I figured they’d think I was waiting for my girlfriend or something and keep on going, not bothering to check out the scene for themselves.

As soon as I was sure I had a good cover, I turned my full attention back to the show. The girl had sucked more of her date’s dick into her mouth, and her head was bobbing back and forth along his shaft. The height of his chair compared to her stool put them at the perfect angle for cocksucking. He was able to guide her head without having to reach far, and from the looks of it, she was pretty comfortable, too.

A minute later I watched as the girl leaned in all the way, taking the guy’s cock between her lips right to the root. The fact that she appeared to be deep throating him with ease and without him having to guide her to do it turned me on, and I felt my dick swell. I really hoped no one wandered by then, because the pup tent that was forming in my loose fitting sweatpants would be a dead giveaway of what was going on inside the shop. I didn’t want my private show to suddenly be open to the public.

In the dim lighting, I could see the guy’s cock shining with the girl’s saliva each time she pulled her head back to take a breath. The blowjob she was giving was sloppy enough to be arousing, but she wasn’t drooling all over his dick. She really knew what she was doing! I started imagining then that it was my cock she was sucking, and I had to reach down and adjust myself.

When the guy started thrusting into the girl’s mouth, I figured they were almost done, and I turned my attention to the window. I wanted to catch the last few moments, and I didn’t think it mattered anymore if anyone saw me peeking through the glass. But they weren’t ready to call it quits.

The girl kept sucking her date’s prick as he fucked her mouth, but right when I thought he was going to feed her a load of come, she pulled all the way off his cock and left it bobbing there, all hard and wet and ready to blow. She didn’t seem like the type to leave a guy hanging, and a moment later she stood up from her stool and climbed into her date’s lap. She was going to fuck him.

The chair he was in worked like a dentist’s chair, apparently, and as she settled onto him, the arms swung away, giving her room to get her legs on either side of his hips. Once she was comfortable, she reached between their bodies and grabbed his dick. She rose enough to guide his cock toward her cunt, and then she slowly sat back down, engulfing him inch by inch between her pussy lips as she did.

My own dick was throbbing painfully at that point, and I knew it would be easier to walk away than keep watching, but I was hooked. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I wanted to reach into my sweats and start jerking off, but I knew I couldn’t. The street was deserted, but the gym was open twenty four hours. I didn’t want to risk getting caught. So I grabbed my cock through the cotton and adjusted myself once more, hoping I’d make it through the rest of the couple’s performance and all the way home before it became unbearable.

I looked back in the window and saw the girl really riding her date. She had her hands pressed hard against the high back of the chair, and his hands were on her hips. She’d switched positions a bit in the minute since I’d looked away, and she was now kneeling astride her partner, her knees on either side of his thighs, letting her pump up and down on his cock. He was helping guide her movements and keep her on the seat, and it seemed like she was getting a good rhythm going.

As she was humping him, her vest fell open, and I saw her small, perky tits as they jiggled in time with her fucking. Shit, it was hot!

When it got to be too much, and her legs started to slide out from under her, he pulled her down onto his lap and knocked her legs away so they were dangling again. Then he guided her arms down to wrap around his neck before he started thrusting into her.

He was fucking her harder than I’d thought possible in their position, and I felt my cock throb painfully. When my balls began to tingle a moment later, I knew I was a goner. While the girl in the nail salon got fucked from below, I shot my load into my pants, too excited to hold off any longer.

It took the couple only another minute or two before they came, too. I watched as the girl’s back went rigid, and when she threw her head back, I imagined I could hear her scream of pleasure. Her date came immediately after she did, his fingers digging into her hips and his ass rising off the seat for several seconds. Then they collapsed into the chair, and his head lolled back while she practically deflated until she lay limp against him.

I didn’t hang around after that. I checked the sidewalk for any passersby, adjusted myself one last time, and walked the last five blocks to my place where I took a shower and jerked off thinking about the scene I’d witnessed minutes earlier.

I’ve started going to the gym only late at night, and I always check to see if the salon’s lights are on. I haven’t been lucky enough to catch an encore performance yet, but until I do, the memory is good enough!

Mr. Mike Y., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

IN PURSUIT OF THE PERFECT VIBRATOR AND A HOT GUY WHO’LL WATCH HER USE IT!

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

I didn’t get my first vibrator until I turned thirty, but ever since then, I’ve been an ardent fan. I have a vibrator for every room of my home, plus plenty next to my bed. I even have ones for when I travel I never leave home without some sort of mechanical device to get me off in a pinch. You never know when the need may strike, and I like to be prepared.

My collection started with a basic vibrator, a no frills black one of what I’d call an average length and width. It was a present from a friend, Laurel, to whom I’d shamefully confessed that I’d never used a toy. She was shocked, and a few days later, she gave me my new buzzing companion. I rushed home with my present and crawled into bed, dimmed the lights, and thought about a guy I had a crush on: Dylan, a waiter at a caf I frequent. The combination of my lusty fantasies and the toy buzzing inside me made me wetter and wetter, and I came quickly.

Even though that toy was designed to be used internally, I found that rubbing the tip against my clit also helped get me going. When I mentioned this fact to Laurel, she told me that there are rabbit vibrators that work both the inside and outside. She e mailed me a link so I could see the toys online, and there were so many! I was overwhelmed, but in a good way. “Which one should I try next?” I asked her. There were some big ones with tumbling pearls inside their shafts and others that were smaller but seemed to have powerful motors.

“No matter what you choose, you’re pretty much guaranteed to enjoy yourself. Look around and pick one that looks interesting.” She sent me a few more links, and her suggestions helped turn me into a true vibrator connoisseur. I ordered a hot pink rabbit vibe as well as a small one that would slip onto my finger.

I was so entranced by my cool looking and even better feeling rabbit vibe that I went online and wrote a review for it at a toy site. I included my e mail address, and the next day a woman wrote to me and gave me a few more online store suggestions. Apparently, vibrators came in not just many colors, but all sorts of types. There were some designed to hit the G spot, and electric vibrators like the Hitachi Magic Wand, which even came with attachments. There were also all sorts of interesting looking dildos. I couldn’t resist buying a rainbow colored one, because I like colorful things. I’d even dared to get a green butt plug the smallest kind the store sold and some lube.

When my new package arrived, I wanted to try everything at once! I once again visited my go to sexual fantasy, which involved Dylan throwing me up against the side of a building and having his way with me while people watched us fuck. Then I started to think about him shoving his thumb up my ass while I did that to myself, wriggling my thumb into my backdoor to prep it for the plug. The more I pictured Dylan and what I imagined was his impressive cock, the more I wanted something in my ass.

My butt was definitely ready for the toy because the moment I slipped it in, it felt completely right. The plug had a base that allowed me to let go and have the toy rest inside my anal canal, which left my hands free to use my other toys. Just seeing the rainbow dildo made me smile, and I got on my hands and knees this time thinking about Dylan mounting me from behind. Doggy style is my favorite position, but it’s not as much fun on my own. At least, it wasn’t until I started using my toys, coordinating them for maximum effect.

I found that sliding the rainbow dildo inside my wet pussy while jiggling the butt plug felt great. Next, I experimented by letting go of the plug and working my clit while squeezing all my muscles down there, hugging the toys with my pussy and ass. I was amazed at the sensation that even non vibrating toys could provide. This was exciting in another way because I knew from what I’d read that by fucking myself like this, I was strengthening the muscles in those areas and could apply that special, increased pressure to a future lover.

I couldn’t stay in that position for too long, but I have a queen size bed and had plenty of room to move around. I tried the dildo/butt plug combination on my side, on my back, leaning over the bed and standing up. I stood in front of my mirror and watched the colorful dildo ease in and out of my shaved cunt. Even though I look at my naked body every day, something about that sight turned me on a lot. On my back was the most comfortable position, and I toyed with my nipples while I fucked my cunt with the dildo. I moaned, shoving it in again and again, exactly the way I like to get fucked by a real cock. “Dylan,” I called out, and then twisted the dildo once it was all the way inside me, realizing that my pussy could handle an even bigger fake cock I came fast and hard.

I went to sleep happy, dreaming about my new toys and hoping I could get up the courage to push my mild flirting with Dylan to the next level. I was walking out my door the next day when a new package arrived. I was on my way to breakfast and too impatient to wait, so I decided to take the box with me, even though I knew what was inside: my Hitachi Magic Wand, a plug in electrical vibrator. I went to the caf and ordered my usual spinach omelet and coffee, and Dylan teased me as he always did about being so predictable. I wanted to say, “You don’t know me very well. You’d never guess what I have in this box!”

I didn’t have the guts to say that, but over the next hour Dylan kept hinting that he wanted to see what was in it, especially after he’d seen me steal a peek inside and smile. “If you really want to see what’s in here, you have to promise to come home with me.” I figured it was worth the gamble. We’d been tossing suggestive lines back and forth for months.

“You’re on,” he said, making me tingle all over. I could barely finish my coffee. Luckily, his shift was ending soon, so I sat and read, fidgeting as my pussy became wetter and wetter. I’d never used a toy with a guy before, but somehow I was hopeful that Dylan would be into it.

“So, can I see now?” he asked, nodding toward the box.

I opened the box, angling it so only he could see inside.

“It’s a vibrator,” I said. “I have a few more at home.” Before I’d become such a fan, I’d have thought only girls who weren’t hooking up used sex toys, but now I knew better.

“I want to see you use it,” he said. “I want to feel how wet it makes you.”

“You make me wet,” I told him, even though the confession made me blush. We managed to make it back to my place without any acts of public indecency. Dylan grabbed the box from me after we’d taken off our coats and took out the toy.

“This is intense,” he said. It’s a big toy definitely not a pocket rocket.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I’d never used a Hitachi, but I’d seen videos of women crying out in delight as they climaxed. I couldn’t wait to be one of them! “Let me show you to my bed,” I told him. Once there, we made out, until I reached into his pants to reveal a cock whose size could rival any toy on the market. He was bigger than any guy I’d ever been with, and I was eager to feel him inside my pussy. First, though, I wanted to test out the toy.

“You can have my cock if you show me how this thing works,” he said.

“Gladly,” I told him, and he propped himself up on one elbow, looking totally comfortable to be stark naked, while I plugged the toy into the wall. I used the lowest setting at first, running it over my slit and pressing it against my clit through my thin white panties. “Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, reaching for him with my free hand. Dylan squeezed my hand tightly as I worked the toy back and forth, pressing it lightly against my nub, then harder. Finally I eased it into my panties, and within two minutes, I was coming.

“Can I hold it?” he asked as I turned the wand off and laid it to rest beside us.

“Yes, but when do I get your cock?”

“Does it look like I don’t want to fuck you?” he said, his voice no longer teasing. He was right his dick was rock hard.

“Okay, go ahead,” I said, unprepared for how the toy would feel on its highest setting. As he switched it on and pressed it against my cunt, I held on to the headboard and bit my lip, feeling sensations unlike anything I’d ever experienced washing over me.

“I guess that means you like it, right?” he said after I screamed with pleasure and came a second time.

“Oh, yeah. But we can play with that later. Now there’s something you owe me.”

Dylan climbed on top of me and sank his natural sex toy into my well lubricated pussy. I was ready for the object of my fantasies to fill me with his giant manhood, and he did, with stroke after stroke, hitting me in exactly the right places.

“Look at me when you come,” Dylan told me when I was tempted to close my eyes. Staring deep into his eyes, I had my third orgasm in only about fifteen minutes. “That feels so awesome,” he said, and kept pumping for another twenty minutes until he, too, came. Dylan collapsed on top of me, and as we drifted off to sleep, I told him, “You were even better than in my dreams.”

I fully plan to show him what I can do with all my toys, and I’m hoping to get a vibrating cockring wrapped around his dick. I can only imaging that combining the best of both worlds hot, hard cock and my favorite toys will give me the best orgasm ever!

Ms. Belinda K., Boston, Massachusetts

KINKY NEIGHBORS ENCOURAGE CURIOUS COUPLE TO TRY THEIR HAND AT SPANKING

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

When my wife and I decided to go on vacation, we thought it might be fun to break with tradition. Kelly and I had a preference for active vacations like hiking and camping, the kinds of trips where we’d come back home as exhausted as when we’d left. They were always exhilarating experiences, but we’d be so tired in the evenings that we barely had the energy to kiss, let alone fuck. This time, we wanted a vacation that would allow for a different kind of excitement.

Since we were going away for only a three day weekend, we decided not to stray too far from home. I suggested finding a nice hotel in Vegas, already picturing the naughtiness we could get up to even if we just had loud, shake the walls sex that was overheard by our neighbors.

I found a hotel that was close to the Strip. Their web site said they catered to a crowd that liked to have fun. While other places sold themselves as family friendly, this one was going for a more sensual vibe. All sorts of sexual fantasies were flashing through my mind, but what happened during this trip, though, was even wilder than my dreams!

Kelly and I checked into our room, giddy at the idea of turning off our cell phones and having three days all to ourselves. We both run our own businesses and can get wrapped up in the day to day hassles. It felt good to take a break. We’d been holding hands, and getting a little frisky in the taxi on our way to the hotel, so we were already feeling amorous when we got to our room. As it turned out we weren’t the only ones who were treating their Vegas getaway as an opportunity to get it on.

The screams and moans coming through the wall from the room next door were the unmistakable sounds of a woman getting fucked! Kelly grinned at me as the woman cried out, “Yes! Yes! Harder!” Then we heard a man ask, “Have you been a bad girl?” What followed sounded like a series of slaps, and we guessed that the lady next door was now getting a sexy spanking.

“Have you been a bad girl?” I asked my wife. At first, I was joking, but when Kelly gave me an impish look, I realized I had hit on something that piqued her interest and mine, too. I pulled her close so she could feel how hard my cock had become. “Do you want to be a bad girl?” I whispered in her ear. When I wiggled my tongue directly inside her ear something that drives her wild she squirmed and sighed.

“Yes,” she finally choked out. When I pulled back to look at her face, I saw that it was bright red. I can always tell when she’s nervous, embarrassed or turned on because her skin is so fair and she blushes easily.

“Yes, what, Kel?” I asked, as we heard additional slapping noises and the woman next door moaned passionately.

“Yes, I do want to be a bad girl, one who needs to be spanked.” Her voice was low and trembled a little. She looked beautiful, with her strawberry blonde hair falling around her shoulders and her blue eyes staring up at me while she bit her lip.

“Then you better take those pants off. I don’t spank girls wearing jeans.” I knew that Kelly wasn’t wearing panties because I’d seen her get dressed that morning. So I was offering her a choice, of sorts: get spanked on her bare ass or don’t get spanked at all. Even thought she was flustered, I had a feeling I knew which option she’d choose.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked with an uncharacteristically impatient tone. I’m normally the most laid back guy around, so part of it was an act, though I was eager for her to bare her butt. Kelly has a beautiful ass, which I tell her any time she complains about it being “too big.” Too big? Never!

Kelly fumbled with the button and zipper, her fingers shaking a bit. “Are you nervous?” I asked her in my normal voice. I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t comfortable with the idea.

“No. I want it, I really do. I want you to spank me. The way that woman’s getting spanked.” For a moment, I imagined us knocking on their door and the kinky couple inviting us in to watch them. I’d bet anything that witnessing such a scene would make Kelly’s pussy sopping wet. Soon, though, I was barely noticing what was going on next door, because the reality of Kelly’s plump, naked ass had my full attention. Her bottom was bared, and she was bent over the bed, waiting for me to punish her.

“Close your eyes and stay still,” I ordered. She’d been fairly still before I’d said that, but I noticed her completely stop squirming, and her obedience made my dick throb. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are.”

She did, just enough to let me know I was going to sink my dick into her moist hot center very soon. First, though, I gave her right asscheek a resounding slap. I worried for a moment that in my exuberance I’d hit her too hard, but her moan was clearly one of pleasure. I smacked that same cheek again, and then the other one, and soon Kelly’s cries were rivaling our neighbors’ in loudness. Knowing they could probably hear her was incredibly arousing. I picked up the pace, swatting her again and again, and her normally pale butt was soon blushing red.

I eventually had to stop spanking her because I needed to fuck her. I didn’t ask I just grabbed her hips and shoved my cock inside her. My dick was so hard that I thought I might explode. Her skin was radiating heat, and her cunt felt so tight. “Don’t speak,” I said. “Let them wonder what I’m doing to you.” I felt her tremble at the thought of our neighbors eavesdropping and fantasizing about us.

I slammed into her hard, taking my pleasure from her. I could feel that she was on the verge, and when I came, Kelly did, too. When she did, she cried out, causing me to smack her again. “What did I say?” I hissed, and that just set her off even more.

Afterward, we cooled off with a shower and then donned our bathing suits for an evening visit to the hot tub. I was hoping we’d meet our neighbors, but even though we didn’t, the rest of our vacation was everything I’d wanted it to be.

Mr. Damon N., Via E Mail

PINUP BONDAGE TATTOO IS HER FIRST STEP TOWARD FINDING A DOMINANT LOVER

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

When I was choosing a tattoo design for my arm, I knew I wanted something sexy and pinup inspired. My first ink was my initial with a red rose on my hip, but for this tattoo, I wanted it to say what I’m often too shy to tell people: that I’m kinky. I didn’t want a woman with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth or anything that intense, but a little playful bondage would be okay, especially because my overall appearance is rather mainstream.

Looking through the artist’s flash, I found the perfect design: a cute, punky looking girl who slightly resembled me, but who wasn’t an exact replica, because that would have been too narcissistic. Between when I picked out the design and got the tattoo, I started to think of her as my alter ego, my badass kinky other self, who would dare to do the things I’d only dreamed about up until that point.

“What do you like about her?” Tom, my tattoo artist, asked me when I went in to get the design. He was tall and thin, an almost nerdy looking guy, with black thick framed glasses and a hint of stubble on his face. I’d heard good things about his shop, and I liked that even though he was only twenty five three years older than me he owned the place. He worked in a very specific style, and if he didn’t like someone’s proposed design, he’d refuse to do it.

“She’s tough, and goes after what she wants. She looks like she enjoys when things get a little wild in the bedroom or out. She’s sexy, and she knows it.” I was embarrassed to say the words out loud, but I also liked saying them. I hoped that they would rub off on me, become a part of me, just like the ink would.

What I didn’t expect was that the process of getting tattooed would turn me on so much. Or maybe it wasn’t the process so much as the man behind the needle. Tom was intensely focused on what he was doing, but I could feel his energy, his body heat, as he worked the needle along my arm. I could also feel my nipples hardening and my pussy getting wetter. Were my endorphins pumping from getting the tattoo, or did I really just want to fuck Tom? Maybe it was both.

I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry out from the pain, because there were definitely moments where it really, really hurt. He wasn’t too talkative during the process, though we did take a break halfway through, and he seemed to be studying me intently. Maybe he did that with all his clients, but I sensed there was something more. I could barely talk, so when he asked if I wanted a soda, I nodded yes. Sipping my drink gave me a few minutes to observe him. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos in intricate designs that I admired.

I had seen some naughty tattoo designs in his portfolio, but I’d been so focused on picking out the one I’d wanted that I hadn’t thought much about his inspiration for them. Was he into tying up girls? Would he want to do something like that to me? I finished my soda and wondered if Tom could tell how aroused I was, or whether he thought the color on my pale cheeks was from the rush of getting inked.

He resumed his work, the intimacy of the silence making me even more turned on. Being aroused helped distract me from the pain, and I imagined myself calling out his name in pleasure, or at least, pleasurable pain, as he spanked me or teased me. Before I knew it, my tattoo was complete. Tom took a photo of the finished work and smeared a clear gel over my freshly inked arm. I was relieved that he was done. “Maybe you could use something stronger than that soda?” he asked, taking out a bottle of whiskey. I nodded, and he poured some for each of us. Then we clinked glasses and tossed back the shots.

I moved over to the couch, and he took a seat next to me. Then I turned, and without having to say a word, he moved closer. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “I’ve been trying to distract myself from how hard my cock got when I was close to you, because I didn’t want to mess up your artwork. I’ve been dreaming about you since you came in to pick out your design.”

Emboldened by his interest in me, I said, “And what were you dreaming about?”

“I was thinking about tying you up. About putting a gag in your mouth and watching you struggle and scream but not be able to escape or have anyone hear you. Of shoving my fingers inside you. And my cock. And whatever else I could find.” My breath hitched as he spoke. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Dee Dee?”

“Yes, I would. Maybe not right this second, but I do want that.” Suddenly the atmosphere in the shop changed. We were no longer in a business transaction, but a personal one. He was about to take the submission I was desperate to give him, the submission I’d only dreamed about offering to the right man. I’d tried to make vanilla men into my doms with abysmal results in the past.

“I can’t tie you up the way I’d like to until your tattoo heals, but I can order you to get on your knees and suck my cock. I bet that sweet little mouth of yours is hungry for it, isn’t it?” he asked.

I moaned. “Yes, I want your cock,” I said.

“Yes, sir,” he corrected me.

“Yes, sir,” I dutifully replied, my pussy getting wetter by the second. He ordered me onto the floor, and I scrambled into place, the ache in my arm forgotten as the excitement of obeying this sexy, powerful man swept over me.

“Wait a minute while I lock the door. I had a feeling you were going to be a horny slut, so I canceled the rest of my appointments.”

Tom soon returned and sat down in front of me, taking out his cock and stroking it. When I made a move to suck it, however, he pushed me back. “I’m in charge here, Dee Dee. Remember that, or I’ll send you away and find another girl to suck my cock.” The thought made me determined to do better. “Now suck on your fingers for me first. Show me what you’re gonna do to my cock.” I shoved four fingers into my mouth, pressing them as deep down as they would go. I alternated looking at him and shutting my eyes, and I guess he liked what I was doing because he slid my hand out of my mouth and positioned me so my lips were on his cock.

“Now don’t be too greedy. First, I want you to slowly lick the tip.” He was right I was greedy. I wanted his entire length in my mouth, but I was patient and followed his orders. He didn’t moan, but I could tell from his cock’s reaction that he liked what I was doing. Tom allowed me to take the entire head into my mouth, and I got to know him with my tongue. My saliva welled in my mouth, and when I attempted to take a break to swallow it, he held me in place. “Breathe through your nose, greedy girl,” he instructed.

I did, and focused on doing exactly as he ordered. My arm was still tender, but my pussy was throbbing with need, and I was hoping he’d fill me with his cock. I tried to give him the best blowjob I’d ever given, and I was rewarded by Tom allowing me to swallow even more of him one inch at a time. He guided me with his hand on the back of my neck, gently correcting me when I took too much at once.

“Do you want my come in your mouth, Dee Dee? I’ll give it to you, but only if you take it all. If you let any of it fall out of that pretty mouth, you’re going to be in trouble.” While part of me wanted to find out what it meant to be “in trouble,” a bigger part of me wanted to taste and swallow all of his cream. “I’m gonna come very soon, Dee Dee. Very soon!” he shouted, and then I felt the first splash of hot come hit my throat.

He had a bigger load than I’d expected, but I could handle it. I drank it all down, and it was delicious. I was so turned on that I thought I might come spontaneously.

When he was done with his orgasm, Tom took out a vibrator and slipped it under my dress and inside my panties, urging me to climax. Now that wasn’t a tough order to follow! I was so pumped up from the tattoo, and finding the man I’d been hoping the tattoo would attract, that I came twice for him.

Tom gave me a present when I left: a dildo. “I want you to practice sucking on this rubber cock and think about me. I want you to also think about me using it on your sweet ass, because that’s what’s going to happen next time I see you.” Then he gave me instructions on how to take care of my tattoo, kissed me roughly, and sent me on my way.

That was a few weeks ago, and since then Tom’s been training me in all sorts of kinky activities. Every time I wear short sleeves and notice someone looking at my tattoo, I blush, remembering what happened after I got it, and all the filthy things Tom’s made me do since. The tattoo has done double duty. It has certainly made me less shy and more willing to claim my submissive side, and I have Tom to thank for that!

Ms. Dee Dee L., Portland, Oregon

PANTY LOVERS FEED THEIR FETISH WITH A SEXY SHOPPING SPREE

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

Shopping for new panties is my favorite way to spend quality time with my girlfriend Nicole. I love buying her new lingerie bras, stockings, nighties, anything, really but panties are my favorite. I love helping my girlfriend put her panties on, I like taking them off, and I even enjoy sifting through them and picking out which pair she’ll wear on any given day.

Whenever Nicole and I go shopping, we spend hours going through the lingerie selection at the big department stores in the mall before hitting the specialty shops and finally ending at the nearby discount stores. We never come back from a shopping trip without at least a dozen pairs of panties, and then my girlfriend always gives me a fashion show. I get to see her in every pair we’ve purchased that day. I watch her put them on and strut around the bedroom, and then I watch her shimmy out of them before starting all over again with the next pair. It’s a truly arousing spectacle, and I always have to fight to keep my hands off Nicole and her underwear until the end of the show.

Last week my girl and I had a particularly good shopping trip. Her favorite department store was having a sale, and we went crazy pulling all our favorite pairs off the rack. There were so many sexy ones to choose from, and with the sale going on, we didn’t have to hold back. We took every pair that struck our fancy.

By the time we were finished with our shopping spree, we’d accumulated almost two dozen pairs of panties, a handful of bras, some stockings and a garter belt. It was the most we’d ever bought at once, and I couldn’t wait to get home and see Nicole try it all on. I broke almost every traffic law as I raced back to the house, and my dick was half hard in my pants by the time I pulled into the driveway.

I dragged Nicole up to the bedroom as soon as we walked inside, and while she stripped out of her jeans and t shirt, I dumped all the shopping bags onto the bed so I could look through our purchases. There were lacy boyshorts and sparkly briefs. There were nude thongs, black G strings, silky white French cut panties and some ruffled items that would be impossible to wear under anything. Everything looked so good that I couldn’t choose what Nicole should try on first. So I closed my eyes and rooted around until I settled on just one pair.

I handed the pair off to my naked girlfriend without looking at it, wanting to be surprised. I even looked away as she stepped into the panties and pulled them up her long legs. It wasn’t until she rubbed up against me, distracting me from my second look through the pile of lingerie, that I noticed I’d handed her a pair of red lace boyshorts. They hugged her ass nicely, the pattern of the lace letting her creamy white skin peek through while the cut of the shorts showed off the delicious roundness of her ass. It was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen, and I felt my cock go from half hard to completely stiff.

One pair of panties wasn’t enough of a show, though, and I wanted to see more before things really got started. I took a minute to caress Nicole’s lace covered ass, getting even more turned on as I stroked her, and then I pulled out the pair of pretty panties I most wanted to see on her: a pair of sequined low rise black briefs with ruffles on the ass.

Nicole teasingly wiggled out of the red shorts, bending over as she stepped out of them, and then tossed them back onto the bed. I stared hungrily at her ass, her sweet pink cunt peeking out from between her legs when she was bent over, and then handed her the next pair of panties.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as my girlfriend stepped into the ruffled panties and then slid them gracefully up her body until they were hugging her ass. The black panties sparkled nicely against her fair skin, and the ruffled backside made her delicious ass appear even more appealing. It was one of the sexiest pairs of panties I’d ever seen her wear, and I got more and more turned on.

Nicole started doing a sultry little dance, and I hurried to undress. Usually I made it through at least half a dozen pairs of panties before I lost control and needed to get my girlfriend into bed, but this time I couldn’t wait. Between the red shorts and the ruffled panties, I was done.

I undressed as quickly as possible, shucking first my flannel shirt and then my undershirt before kicking off my jeans and boxers. As soon as my clothes were off, I grabbed Nicole, who was still shaking her ass for me, and pulled her against me. I kissed her hard, my hands immediately going down to her ass. I fingered the ruffles on her panties for a moment before slipping my hands past her waistband and cupping her smooth, firm cheeks.

Nicole and I continued kissing as I spun her around and guided her back to the bed. I moved my hands from her ass and pushed her down onto the mountain of discarded lingerie, crawling up after her. I moved on top of her and went in for another kiss before trailing my lips down her body. I stopped when I got to her tits, and with my hands digging into the pile of panties, I started sucking her nipples one at a time. I sucked so hard that Nicole started thrusting her hips against me, silently begging me to move on, and quickly. Not one to disappoint, I released her nipple with a pop and moved down her body until I was staring at her sequin covered cunt. I was tempted to eat her pussy, but I didn’t have the patience for that, and I didn’t think she did, either. Instead, I slipped a finger past the crotch of her panties and felt her dripping wet cunt. Then I thrust my finger as far inside her as I could, stretching her wide and pushing her panty crotch aside at the same time.

When I was sure she was ready, I pulled my fingers out of her slippery cunt I was up to three by then and got on my knees between her legs. I held her panties aside with one hand while with the other I guided my dick between her slick pussy lips. And then I started to fuck her.

Nicole looked incredible lying on the bed surrounded by all her new underthings. Her hair splayed out across the pillows as she attempted to dig her fingers into the comforter, gripping stockings and thongs in her fists instead. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy. She’d never been so beautiful.

I started fucking her harder, really trying to get us both off as fast as I could. As I thrust in and out of her hot cunt, my shaft rubbed against her panties, and some of the sequins gently scratched my skin. It felt a lot better than I’d thought it would, and the sensations spurred me on to pound Nicole a little bit harder. I moved in closer and lifted her legs up to my shoulders, giving myself a better angle, and the ruffles on her ass started to rub my thigh. It tickled me in the best way, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I thrust as hard as I could, fucking Nicole with all I had, and then I reached down and stuck my hand up her sparkling panties to rub her clit. I stroked, flicked and caressed her clit until she started screaming in delight, and when her pussy started spasming around my dick, I came, too.

The minute I finished, I pulled out of Nicole’s cunt and collapsed on the bed next to her, falling face first into her scattered panties. We took a minute to rest, and then Nicole was up and at it again. She stripped her panties off and threw them into the hamper in the corner before turning to face me. “Austin?” she said, getting my attention. I looked up. “Which pair do you want me to try on next?”

Suffice it to say, it was a long but wonderful night!

Mr. Austin H., Atlanta, Georgia

HIS FOOT FETISH LEADS TO HOT BONDAGE WITH A GOTH STRANGER

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

When it comes to feet, I have specific tastes. Just because I’m a fetishist doesn’t mean I like any old foot. Yes, the sight of a woman’s foot is usually enough to make my dick hard, but to really get me going, a female foot should be delicate and petite, ideally a size six, though I can appreciate a seven on occasion.

I’ve rejected girls because their feet were too big or not properly pedicured. The plus side of being so picky is that when a girl has perfect feet and takes care of them it’s as if we share a common bond. It’s an excellent start to a relationship.

With all my years of experience, I seem to have developed a sixth sense about how naughty a girl will let me get with her feet. After chatting her up for just a short while, I can guess if she’ll let me lick them, tickle them, come on them all the good stuff!

There is an aesthetic beauty to the perfect foot, and for me, that’s intimately connected to getting off. It’s not just that my cock can fit perfectly between the soles of a girl with delicate feet it’s the whole package. Large feet seem incongruous to me, like they belong on a man yet have somehow accidentally sprouted from a woman’s legs.

I’ve ogled women’s feet so much over the years that I can usually guess their exact size by sight. This impresses many women, as does my knowledge of specialty shops. The latter comes in handy with ladies who have exceptionally tiny feet and have trouble finding shoes in their sizes. Because I can offer suggestions on where to shop and what styles look good on their feet, I gain favor with the more fashion obsessed, delicately footed women.

When I met Melanie the other day, I knew I’d found a girl with potential. She was petite, topping out at five foot one. She was wearing a thin black dress with no bra. I could discern the outline of her small breasts through her clothes. She was pale, with jet black hair, and had painted her fingernails black. Her look was very Goth, but I sensed that she also had an adventurous yet submissive side. In addition to being into feet, I’m a dom through and through. I could never be with a big woman who wanted to tie me up. I prefer to be the one ordering girls around. She was a beautiful lady, but what attracted my attention were her open toed shoes, which she wore despite the fact that it was a chilly day.

She was sitting in the park smoking a cigarette, and I politely approached her. I didn’t try to give her a line about wanting a light or anything I just went for it. “Hi,” I said. “You look like the kind of girl who isn’t into the regular dinner and a movie type of date. I’m not either.”

“What are you into?” she asked, blowing smoke right up into my face, as cool as a cucumber.

“Feet. I like to play with girls’ feet. I like to tie them up and tickle them and lick them. But only certain girls only those who are as kinky as I am.”

“What’s in it for me?” she asked, sounding blas , though I thought I detected a flicker of interest flash in her eyes.

“What’s in it for you? I’ll make you feel like no lover ever has. I’ll make your feet feel like the center of your erotic universe.”

She looked me up and down, and then said, “Okay, but it had better be good.”

Well, that was a challenge I could more than live up to! “I can start right here with a little foot foreplay,” I told her, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. Melanie slipped her feet out of her shoes and placed them in my lap. I proceeded to run my fingernails along her soles, tickling her, as well as testing her to see how much intensity she could take. When I did finally grab her left foot in one hand and press my fingers into the ball of her foot, it was with my pleasure in mind first. Hers was secondary. I dug in hard, yet she didn’t flinch or pull away. She seemed to relax as I massaged her roughly, and I pressed even deeper. Then I pinched her big toe, and when I looked at Melanie’s face, her teeth were clenched. I chanced a slap at her heel, and she rubbed her foot against my crotch seductively.

I squeezed her foot as hard as I could, and only got a contented moan from Melanie in return. I knew she was into my rough foot treatment, so I proceeded to massage her feet intensely until she was practically purring. I was sure her pussy was wet from my public foot rub.

“If you want more of that, you have to come home with me,” I declared, almost certain she would. This time, her response was less blas .

“Where do you live?” she asked, shifting so that her feet pressed against my thighs as she straightened herself up. She was even more beautiful up close I do notice a woman’s looks aside from her feet, even if her feet are the part I most want to touch.

“A few blocks away,” I said.

We walked there in contented quiet, and I led her into my house. It’s small, but big enough for me, which means I have enough space for a cozy dungeon in my basement. It’s not as elaborate or foreboding as those at full time kink palaces in big cities, but it works for me. The centerpiece is a flat padded table, to which I can tie women. It allows me to have unlimited access to their most treasured body parts: their feet.

I brusquely kissed Melanie upon entering my home, and then told her to shut her eyes. “I’m going to blindfold you soon, so you may as well get used to the darkness.” She obeyed, trembling as I ran my hand up under her dress and between her legs. I pressed hard against her panty covered pussy for a moment before moving my hands up to tweak each nipple. Then I proceeded to undress her completely, my dick getting rock hard at the sight of her bare feet.

As we stood at the top of the stairs, I slipped a black silk blindfold over her eyes, and then carefully led her down into my dungeon. While I escorted her, I described exactly what I was going to do to her, seeing her pretty face blush with excitement. She seemed as aroused as I was.

I strapped Melanie to the table, making sure her wrists and ankles were secured but that her bindings weren’t too snug. “You can be as loud as you want here, so I’m not going to gag you today but maybe I will next time.” She moaned and squirmed upon hearing that, letting me know that she liked the idea.

I rummaged in my toy box for a pair of Wartenberg wheels. I hadn’t used them in a while and was eager to see how she’d react. I started by running one spiked wheel lightly along the ball of her foot, then along the length of her sole. She shifted in her bonds, and I pressed a little more deeply, before moving to the other. I teased her with the metal wheel all over the bottom of each foot and then picked up the second wheel. I’d never used two at the same time, but this was the perfect opportunity.

When I used both of the wheels on her, Melanie really started to go wild. She bucked and writhed and curled her toes. It was a beautiful sight, and when I put the toys down, I could practically feel her disappointment. I whispered in her ear, “Be good for me. I’m coming back with another surprise,” then I slipped upstairs. I grabbed some ice cubes, put them in a glass, and raced back downstairs to my beautiful Goth captive.

When I brought the first ice cube to her heel, Melanie yelped. Soon I was again double teaming her rubbing ice on both of her tiny feet. When those cubes had fully melted, I took another one and traced it along the opening of her pussy, before plunging the melting cube inside her sex. “Are you ready for me to fuck your feet, Melanie?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” she said, and I kissed her for a few minutes, until her moans again alerted me to how turned on she was. I untied her and readjusted her bonds, bending her legs and wrapping the soft ropes around her ankles so that her soles formed a snug space for my dick. I grabbed some lube, massaging it into her soles, and then added some to my cock. Soon I was plunging my hard dick between her small, perfect arches while I had a gorgeous view of her cunt. She pressed her feet tight against me, and I savored the glorious sensation until I had to come. I groaned as my climax hit me, and my load shot all over her feet. I watched the white cream slide along her toes and down to her ankles. It was a beautiful sight.

I untied her bonds and maneuvered one foot up to her mouth. She knew what I wanted and began to lick my come off her toes. She was as kinky as she was beautiful.

Afterward, I let her take a shower, and then bid her farewell. “If you want to see me again, be at the park at the same time, a week from today. Wear tall heels, at least four inches high. Something strappy. If I like what I see, I’ll take you home again.” Melanie nodded. I didn’t take her number and didn’t give her mine.

I’m hoping she’ll once again be at the park, and we can indulge in further foot adventures. If we do I’ll be sure to write to you again.

Mr. Fred B., Boulder, Colorado

THE CURE FOR A MIDLIFE CRISIS IS A NEW GIRL IN THEIR BED!

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

When my husband and I were at our favorite diner the other day, he surprised me by ordering a salad instead of his usual bacon cheeseburger. “I’ve gotta lose some of this gut,” Damian said. I liked his gut just fine, but I realized something was up. Maybe with his fortieth birthday approaching, he was having a middle aged slump, and if that was the case, I knew the perfect way to cheer him up!

I decided to ask my fun loving friend Natalie if she wanted to have a threesome with us. She’s very open minded and had told me about three ways she’d had in college, though I was pretty sure she hadn’t had one since. I’d never had a threeway, though I’d come close with my old roommates one time after a drinking game.

Natalie is tall, strong and healthy looking, with generous sized breasts that I knew would appeal to Damian, who’s always been a breast man. Natalie also has a curvy ass that I love. It’s not flat like those of a lot of tall, thin women.

I’d told Natalie about my threesome plan, though I hadn’t mapped out exactly how it would happen. I figured we’d work out what felt right in the moment. Besides, I didn’t want to tell Damian right away in case the chemistry wasn’t there or even if it was, I figured a threesome would work better if it were a surprise. I knew for sure he would never refuse such an opportunity, no matter how self conscious he was.

That night, I called to tell him I was having a drink with Natalie. Our outing turned into a flirtatious, gossip filled two hours at a restaurant, where we drank and got lost in the high of anticipating what might happen between the three of us. After we paid the check, she and I wound up making out in the doorway of the restaurant, unable to keep our hands off each other. When I called Damian again, he was a little annoyed at my prolonged absence, but he softened when he heard my tipsy giggling.

“Will you order a pizza for us? I’m bringing Natalie home with me,” I said, hoping I wasn’t tipping off my plan in my semi drunk state. Damian doesn’t mind when I have a few cocktails in me because when I’m drunk, I also get horny. I figured he might think his enjoyment of my alcohol induced lust might be delayed, but he wouldn’t really mind.

By the time we got back to my place, the pizza was waiting. Natalie and Damian had met a few times over the years, but we’d never all hung out together. I took my coat off and sat next to Damian, not yet giving him a hint that anything was going on.

Natalie sat across from us and picked up a slice. Somehow, the girl managed to make even the act of eating pizza look hot! I wasn’t sure if Damian was paying attention to how sexy Natalie was until I glanced down at his crotch and noticed his cock straining against his pants. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, not touching his erection, but being pretty close to it. He shifted slightly so as to jostle my hand, not wanting to get too amorous in front of our guest, but he didn’t know what I knew. I moved my hand up his thigh, this time resting my fingers right near his shaft. At the same time, Natalie winked at me.

“This pizza is delicious,” she said. “I don’t know why, but something about pizza makes me . . . hot,” she added. “Mind if I take this off?” And without waiting a moment longer, she took off her top to reveal breasts that were framed by a sheer black bra. Her nipples looked hard already, and the sight nearly made me swoon.

“Are you cooled down?” I asked, giving her a saucy smile.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think we should let poor Damian in on our little secret. Honey,” I started to explain as I turned toward him, “we talked earlier, and Natalie wants to be with us. To have a threesome with us,” I added, in case he didn’t understand.

Damian put down his pizza. “You planned this without me?” He didn’t sound mad, more like stunned.

“I’d ask if you were okay with the idea, but I think we have our answer right here, don’t we?” I blatantly grabbed his crotch, and then stroked him until he moaned.

“Yes, you do. I’d love to join you. Or watch you. Whatever you want,” he gasped as I worked my thumb along the length of his dick.

“Oh, we want you to join us,” Natalie said. “Debra’s been talking about how much she likes sucking your cock, and I want to taste it, too. Would that be all right?” she asked, before reaching behind herself to unhook her bra and reveal her beautiful breasts.

“It would be more than all right,” he said, failing to keep his jaw from dropping. Natalie got up and joined us on the couch, where she came around on the other side of Damian and eased his zipper down.

“This is okay, right?” she asked me. I thought it was sweet of her to check in like that, and I smiled and nodded. It was more than okay it was totally hot to see my friend reaching for my man’s private parts. I truly felt no jealousy, only delight. She took out his dick and played with it, teasing him, before inviting me to lick it. Never before had sucking a man’s cock been so exciting. I could practically feel the excitement coursing through Damian’s body.

“Ladies,” Damian said, “this is amazing, but let’s go to the bedroom so we can get more comfortable.”

We followed his lead, the three of us shedding our clothing along the way until we were all naked on the bed. Natalie grabbed me for a kiss and fumbled for Damian’s cock. Then it was a true free for all, with all of us touching each other, and then Natalie went down on me, licking me perfectly, her hot tongue seemingly everywhere at once. Meanwhile, Damian stroked my body all over while he attacked my nipples. We went on like this for a while until Damian groaned that he needed to fuck at least one us. “Natalie first,” I said. “She’s desperate for your cock, I can tell.”

“If you insist,” she said, giving me a passionate kiss, before pulling Damian on top of her. She wanted to get fucked in the missionary position, which is also a favorite of mine. Natalie spread her legs and guided Damian’s cock inside her. I watched as he closed his eyes and sank his shaft deep into her hot pussy. I watched them for a few moments, mesmerized by this new and thrilling sight, before moving closer to join them. Damian kissed me briefly, and then I offered him one of my nipples to suck. He lapped at it more fervently than usual, getting his teeth involved, which provoked a sigh of contentment from me.

“Natalie, I think you should taste Debra’s pussy,” Damian said, and my insides pulsed with eagerness. I shuddered at the thought of her tongue on my sex.

“Yes, get over here, Deb,” she said, and I moved to straddle her face. At first, I just hovered above Natalie’s mouth, while her tongue gently stroked my lips. But the more excited I got, and the more she moaned, I realized that she honestly wanted to eat me, that this wasn’t a show she was putting on. I pressed myself against her outstretched tongue, smearing my juices all over my gorgeous friend’s face, while I looked at my husband. He gazed at me with a mix of love and lust in his eyes that helped propel me to a whopping climax, one that left me moaning and shuddering.

I soon moved, curling up against Natalie and breathing against her neck as I held her hand and watched them fuck. When Damian was ready to come, he pulled out, stroking his hard cock as he knelt above her.

“Come on my face, Damian,” Natalie begged. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was eager for a facial, but somehow, I was surprised and turned on! He pumped his dick in his fist a few times and then he showered her with his semen. Natalie opened her mouth, trying to catch as much of his load as she could. I couldn’t help reaching down and touching myself. It was such a sexy sight, and I leaned over to kiss her and lick his salty cream off of her pretty lips.

Damian then took my hand and guided it to Natalie’s pussy. It was his turn to watch as I slipped three fingers deep inside her, twisting and stroking until she writhed and submitted to the thrill of her orgasm.

“Well, you two, that was quite a surprise,” he said afterward.

“I told you plenty of women are hot for you, honey,” I said, “though of course I’m your biggest fan.”

“I’m so glad you don’t mind sharing me,” he said, and then settled himself in the middle of the bed, with a girl on either side. We snuggled close and fell asleep, and I dreamt about the three of us sharing even more. In the morning we had a leisurely sunrise fuck, before showering separately and then eating breakfast. Afterward, Natalie went home, and Damian and I fucked our brains out. Maybe we’ll invite her or another woman over again, but if that was our only threesome, I’ll still be a very happy woman.

Ms. Debra V., Via E Mail

SHE GOES ON VACATION, LOOKING FOR SEX, AND FINDS TWO HUNKY GUYS TO FULFILL HER NEEDS

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

Some people go on vacation to sightsee I go on vacation for sex. It’s not that I never have sex in my hometown, but it’s more fun when I’m on vacation. I don’t have to worry about the potential awkwardness of running into a former one night stand while I’m grocery shopping, I’m not worried about getting up early the next day for work, and my inhibitions are just generally lower when I’m out of town.

I like to save my wilder sexual adventures for when I’m away from home. I work very hard at my job, and sometimes I get so tense that even a two hour massage doesn’t relax me. To escape, I’ll plan a three day weekend somewhere tropical and jet off with a tiny bag in which I’ve packed a bikini, a sundress or two, some panties and a magazine.

Last weekend, I went to Turks and Caicos. Like I said, I’m not really there for the sightseeing, though I do make a point to check out muscled men on the beach and their bulges. I love to make men squirm when they see me staring directly at their crotches. Some of them get shy and turn away, even though I can tell they want to fuck me. Some are with their wives or girlfriends, and while I’d totally be up for a threesome, most men are too nervous to ask their partners to indulge in some crazy vacation sex.

But for the men who are bold enough, I’m ready, willing and eager and I make sure they know it. I’ll do things like send a drink to a guy at a bar with a dirty message attached, and see how he reacts. I’ve gotten some incredibly hot sex that way.

This most recent trip was a last minute getaway I’d found a cheap flight and needed a break. The minute I got to the resort, I took a shower, then headed to the pool. As I lay in the sun, two hunky guys approached me, each offering to buy me a drink. I couldn’t decide which man I liked more, so I let them each of them treat me one getting me an iced tea and the other a strawberry daiquiri.

The men’s names were Darryl and Jason, and both were tall. Darryl had dirty blond hair and was lean and strong, while Jason was a bigger guy he told me he used to play football in college and now ran a car dealership. The boys seemed content to sit beside me and flirt. I was so happy to be basking in the sun and their attention and I knew that I’d get to take at least one of them back to my room. But as time wore on, I started to sense that maybe we could all have some fun together, and that I wouldn’t have to choose between them.

I decided to test my hunch by asking Jason to rub some more suntan lotion onto my back, “and Darryl, you can do the front of me. You two don’t mind sharing me, right?” I asked, letting the lusty suggestion hang in the air. Their fingers slowed for a moment as they realized what I was proposing.

I moaned as Jason dug his fingers into my shoulders, and then I moaned again when Darryl’s fingers drifted lightly along my d colletage. He and I shared a smile, and then I leaned back to rest against Jason’s shoulder. “I think that’s enough lotion, actually, since I don’t plan to be outside for too much longer. We should go up to my room and . . . relax, don’t you think?” With that I stood, grabbed my towel and water bottle, and started to walk away. I figured that whoever followed me could have me. When I turned back a few steps later, I saw that both men were behind me. That really put a smile on my face.

In my room, we didn’t have to worry about anyone’s prying eyes. Our hands could go anywhere and they did! I felt Darryl peeling down my bikini bottoms while Jason revealed my nipples and started sucking on them one at a time. The feeling of strong male hands massaging my ass while male lips sucked my nubs was overwhelming. It was then made even more so when Darryl got down on his knees so he could lick my ass. There are few sensations I love more than having my ass licked, though perhaps having my pussy licked comes close. Just as I thought that, Jason started to stroke the entrance to my sex, teasing me with his fingers as his mouth got more aggressive.

When Jason also got on his knees and began tonguing my pussy while his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples, I cried out. I was going to come soon if they kept this up! Another woman might have felt guilty about not reciprocating their attention, but not me. This was my vacation, and if I happened to have found two men who were more than eager to use their tongues on my most intimate parts, all the better for me. Besides, I didn’t hear any complaints.

Both of them were very good at going down. It’s such a shame when the hottest guy in the room turns out to be the laziest lover around. But Jason and Darryl were a sexy tag team, handsome and hungry for as much of me as they could get. I could tell, even without touching their cocks, that they were aroused. The frenzied motion of their tongues, the grunts they made, and the way their hands eagerly roamed over my body told me they wanted me. I reached down to grab Jason’s short cropped hair, eager for something to hold on to as my knees threatened to buckle.

Soon I was coming, and I started rocking my hips harder. When I climaxed, both men held me tight, and I felt like I was melting in their arms.

“Wow, you guys are good,” I said afterward, which was quite the understatement. I’ve had plenty of lovers, but these two were amazing. “Now how can I return the favor?” I asked.

“I want to fuck your ass,” Darryl said, and when I looked over at him, he looked like he was halfway to climax himself. I heard Jason grunt softly, and looked over at him.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Anything you want,” he said.

What I wanted was both guys inside me at once.

“I want your cock in my pussy, and Darryl’s in my ass,” I said, glad to ask for what I wanted. When I’d first started having sex, I’d gone along with whatever my lovers wanted, and while that wasn’t always a bad thing, sometimes I’d been too shy to tell them what I craved, but no longer.

“Do you have any lube?” Darryl asked, which indicated to me that he was familiar with how anal sex works always a good sign. Guys who just want to ram their cocks into me without proper preparation don’t get very far. I did happen to have lube, since whenever I travel I bring that, a vibrator and a pair of nipple clamps. You never know what might happen, and I like to be prepared.

“In that little red case over there,” I said, pointing to the nightstand. Darryl reached into the open case for the lube, slathering some on his cock, then handing it to me. When Jason gave me a questioning look I said, “Honey, you know how wet I am, my pussy is plenty slick.” I laughed, and then kissed him. Jason seemed the more innocent of the pair, and I didn’t mind that this was probably his first threesome. Maybe he’d learn something. I pulled him onto the bed and straddled him, rubbing his dick against my slit before sliding down over his shaft. He moaned, looking up at me with pure desire in his eyes.

Then I turned to Darryl and winked, before pressing my chest against Jason’s and thrusting my ass in the air as much as I could to give Darryl the easiest entry possible. “Please fill me. I want two cocks inside me,” I said, though the truth was, if there were a third cock handy, I’d have been happy to suck it, too! Soon Darryl was rubbing his slippery fingers against my hole, sliding them into me to make me slick, and then he replaced his fingers with his cock. He could tell how ready I was.

I took Darryl’s dick in my backdoor, while keeping my hands on the bed next to Jason’s shoulders. Jason’s hands were on my waist, holding me steady, while Darryl’s were on my butt cheeks. The experience was one of fullness and wantonness, but this time I knew I was giving them the same kind of pleasure I was receiving as my inner muscles gripped each cock tightly. “You’re so wet,” Jason said as I slid gently up and down. Soon we had a rhythm going, with each man adjusting his thrusts so we were in sync. I even noticed that Darryl reached down and would occasionally touch Jason, and knowing that they two men were so near each other, were practically fucking each other through me, was exciting. I balanced on one hand and pinched my nipple with the other, smiling at Jason.

“Touch your clit,” Darryl whispered in my ear, and the heat of his breath on my skin, plus following his command, made me come in no time. I cried out, not caring if my hotel neighbors heard me, and then collapsed onto Jason while both men continued to pound me. Soon Darryl pulled out and told me he was going to come on my back.

“Yes!” I said, and felt his cream land all over my backside, some of it no doubt dripping down onto Jason and the bed. Then he moved aside, and I really rose up and slammed back down onto Jason, who had scrunched up his face and looked ready to come soon. “I love the way you fuck me with your big hard cock,” I said, and that little bit of dirty talk did it. Jason exploded, and I had another mini climax along with him. We collapsed on the bed for a little while, recovering, and then I said, “I think we should order room service, get our energy back, and then try this again, but maybe this time Darryl, you can fuck Jason, while I suck his cock.” That’s exactly what we did, and when we emerged the next day from my room to lie out by the pool again, I didn’t care who was watching or what they thought about my vacation lovers. I was having the best time and using my excursion in exactly the way I’d hoped getting laid!

Ms. Jane O., Houston, Texas

SEXY LADY GIVES THANKS FOR A DIRTY THREEWAY WITH TWO HOT GIRLS

Posted on September 27, 2011 by The Editors

Last year, I decided that rather than fly across the country to be with relatives for Thanksgiving, I’d stay in my new town of Los Angeles, where it was sunny and beautiful, and have dinner at my friends’ place. Ellen and Wendy are a couple, and I guessed that their meal would be more festive, drunken and hot than any Thanksgiving I’d ever attended. As it turned out, I was right!

What I discovered is that Thanksgiving with your sexy, silly friends is very different from one with family members. Not only did we make whatever foods we wanted, even if they weren’t traditional like chocolate pudding I also wound up having a threesome with some friends of theirs, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

“What can I do to help?” I asked my friends the day before.

“Well, Stacy . . . we know cooking isn’t your greatest skill, so why don’t you be our greeter,” Ellen suggested. “Wear something sexy and make sure people have drinks. And, if you’re so inclined, feel free to flirt or more.” I raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. I love to flirt with men and women, though I only have sex with women. Being a hostess was definitely a much better role for me than that of a chef, since I’m the kind of person who’d fail at boiling water.

I decided to wear a bikini for our party, since that’s not something I could wear at a typical Thanksgiving. It was sexy, but not as blatant as lingerie would’ve been. I had only gotten to wear that new yellow and white bikini twice during the summer, but I’d been working out a lot so I knew I’d look great.

The idea of wearing a bathing suit indoors was fun. I went heavy on the makeup, glamming up for the guests, some of whom I knew already. They were going to be mostly women, which intrigued me. Maybe I’d wind up getting some after dinner nookie! I “helped” my friends prior to our guests’ arrival by reaching over their shoulders and tasting whatever they were whipping up, and by grabbing Wendy’s shapely ass whenever I passed her. We have the kind of friendship where a little flirting is always thrown into the mix. That’s the kind of people we are.

Then the doorbell rang, and my official duties began. I started greeting guests, taking their coats, and then showing them where to put their potluck dishes. There weren’t too many guests, altogether ten, so eventually I could mingle. I was pretty sure one couple, Beth and Heidi, were flirting with me, but I wasn’t totally sure until they flanked me at the dinner table. “We call dibs on Stacy,” Beth said. She’s a cute, petite blonde, and she put her manicured hand on my bare leg and gave it a squeeze. She kept her hand there while we feasted. The food was delicious, but I was so focused on the women next to me, I could barely taste any of it.

“So what do you think, Stace?” asked Wendy, pointing to my near empty plate. I’d been sitting there, eating in a lust fueled daze. “More?” she prompted.

“Um, sure,” I said, picking up my plate with shaky hands and passing it over for another helping of turkey and stuffing. As I shifted, Beth’s fingers slid upward until they were between my legs. I wondered if everyone else could tell what was happening. Then my breath caught a few minutes later when I felt Heidi put her hand on my other leg. The two women were working me in tandem, and it was all I could do to swallow the food in my mouth. Finally dinner was over, and I volunteered to help clean up. Wendy pulled me aside and said, “You’ve done plenty, plus I noticed what was going on under the table with Beth and Heidi. They’re into you why not go for it?”

“I’m nervous,” I said, which was silly because I’d had threesomes before, but never with women I’d just met.

“But you like them, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, blushing.

“Then have fun! You can even use our room if you want.” She winked at me and returned to the kitchen to clean up.

Beth and Heidi were waiting for me in the living room, and Heidi grabbed me and pulled me close for a lusty kiss. She was taller and more aggressive than her girlfriend, raking her nails through my hair and making me moan into her mouth. “Come home with us, Stacy. We want to show you a good time.” She grabbed my hips and pulled me tight. How could I refuse? I threw on my raincoat over my bikini and followed them out. “You two can take the backseat,” Heidi said, and no sooner had she driven away than Beth was all over me again, sliding her hand under my bikini top to play with my nipple. Her fingers were small but nimble, and I soon forgot about being in the car and went with it, kissing Beth passionately.

“How does she taste?” Heidi called over to the backseat.

“Delicious,” was Beth’s reply.

Soon we were inside their place, and they undressed me, and then showed me their giant waterbed. “And these are our toys!” Beth said proudly, pulling out a giant container from under their nightstand. They had almost everything a girl could want, but I was curious about what they liked the most.

“What’s your favorite?” I asked Beth.

“Well . . . ” She got a mischievous look on her face. “I’d say this one.” She held up a purple double ended dildo. I’d never used one before but was willing to try, and if I didn’t like it, I’d eagerly eat her pussy instead.

“What about Heidi, though?” I asked, not wanting to exclude her.

“Oh, I’m sure she can figure out something to keep herself occupied,” Beth said, as she started to rub the end of the purple toy against my pussy, through the fabric of my bikini. Meanwhile, Heidi’s fingers were all over me, one hand exploring my sex as the fingers on the other teased my nipple. Before long, I was totally naked and Beth was working the toy inside me. “She’s so wet. I don’t think she needs any lube at all,” Beth observed. Then she pressed the toy all the way inside me, before settling onto the other end herself. Seeing our pussies so close together, and the feeling of the toy filling me up, plus Heidi’s roving hands, all gave me a thrill.

I was getting very close to orgasm, but I wasn’t sure of the protocol. Should I wait for Beth? She must have sensed my dilemma because she said, “I want you to come,” and then reached for my clit, pressing her thumb against it and rubbing it in circles. I trembled, my whole body vibrating with pleasure as Heidi let me suck on her fingers while Beth brought me to an explosive climax. Then I did the same for Beth, following her instructions on how to touch her clit while Heidi worked her nipples, twisting them as Beth released increasingly loud groans of pleasure. When she came, her eyes practically rolled back in her head.

Then Beth strapped on a dildo and fucked Heidi while I watched. Both of them came loudly, and I had to finger myself to another orgasm because I was so turned on. I was thankful, indeed, to have gotten such an intimate peek into their sex life, and to share it with them. I was given an open invitation for a return visit, so perhaps there’ll be some kissing under the mistletoe come Christmastime!

Ms. Stacy R., Los Angeles, California

Lusting for Leather

Posted on September 27, 2011 by Thomas Wallace

Walking into the small shop, I inhaled deeply and was immediately inundated by the heady scent of animal hides. Then I took a few steps forward and ran my fingers over the first garments I could reach it didn’t matter what they were as long as they were made of leather. Predictably, my cock hardened, and I was glad that my tight trousers would keep it reined in as a clerk wandered out from a back room.

However, more arousal rushed through my body when I got a good look at the saleswoman as she approached. She was exceedingly beautiful, with long, wavy raven black hair, porcelain like skin, crystal blue eyes and plump lips that were emphasized by bright red lipstick. However, as striking as her face was, the thing about her that really caught my attention was her body, which could best be described as voluptuous which is exactly how I like women to look.

My dick throbbed at the sight of the red leather dress that hugged her torso and created the most delicious cleavage between her large tits. She was wearing a black leather jacket over that, so not much of her upper body was exposed, but my pulse still quickened as I imagined running my tongue over her flesh, which I assumed would taste faintly like the hides I love so much. Then my eyes drifted downward to admire how the garment hugged her curvy hips, and I pictured hiking it up to her waist to breathe in her own animalistic scent melded with that of her sexy garments.

“Can I help you?” she inquired, breaking my reverie. I cleared my throat before saying I was just looking, hoping she’d assume I was talking about the inventory even though I’d been taking inventory of her. To back up my story, I started moving amongst the racks again, looking at jackets, leggings, corsets and even hobble skirts as she told me that her name was Norah and to just ask if I needed anything. I nodded distractedly as each piece of clothing I touched sent shock waves of excitement coursing through my body. Sometimes, it was an item that I longed to wear, and other times it was something that I could imagine seeing on her . . . as I fucked her silly.

As you may have already guessed, I have a serious leather fetish not only do I love the look, feel and smell of the stuff, it enhances my sexual experiences more than anything in the world. However, meeting women who share my obsession has never been easy, and the most I can usually hope for is finding someone who is open to the idea of wearing a leather corset or gloves which I usually have to provide when we make love. But a woman who has the same fetish and lives close by? Well, that’s been nearly impossible, even in these days of social networking, blogs and chat rooms.

That isn’t to say it’s never happened. For instance, there was Maddie, which is how this whole thing got started. We met because of a shared love of motorcycles, which led to the commonly associated garb. One hot summer day we were out riding, and we were both so exhilarated by the time we got back to my place that we fell right into bed. As our bodies entwined and our lips locked, she peeled off my clothes until I was totally nude. Then I started removing hers, and my erection bumped against her tight leather pant leg, leaving a streak of pre come in its wake. My body gave a huge shudder at that brief contact, and I got so excited that I almost came. Since I generally pride myself on my endurance, I knew there had to be something to this, something that needed to be investigated further.

I thought about leaving Maddie’s pants on, but that wasn’t an option because I was even more desperate to fuck her. So I peeled them off, taking note of the scent of leather that wafted from her skin mixed with that of the honey flowing from her pussy. I breathed it in and became more aroused, so I buried my nose in her cleavage, which was exposed due to the V neck of her tight leather vest. Then my hands moved to her tits, kneading them through the stiff garment, which seemed to mold itself to my fingers. Her hands followed mine, assuming that I’d want the vest off, but I stopped her before she could undo any buttons.

Feeling overwhelmed by all sorts of new sensations, I got into position between her parted thighs, my hard on leading the way. My crown bumped against her leg as I moved, and feeling the difference between her supple skin and the unyielding material of her top thrilled me so much that I let out a noise that was both instinctive and primal. It didn’t go unnoticed by Maddie, who commented that she’d never seen me so aroused as I speared her pussy and began thrusting into her with wild abandon.

I nuzzled the nape of her neck as I fucked her, breathing in the aromas of female musk and leather. Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, Maddie pulled me into her even deeper and pumped her hips to meet my inward strokes. As our bodies crashed together, her muscles pulsed around my shaft and she gasped into my ear, spurring me on with both her actions and noises. Then I affixed my mouth to hers, and our tongues tangled together until I broke the kiss to lower my head again. This time I buried my nose in her d colletage, feeling her vest scrape against my face as I sucked its perfume through my nostrils.

Suddenly overcome by a curiosity that was too intense to control, I stuck out my tongue. First I lapped at Maddie’s flesh, relishing the flavor of female sweat tinged with the residual tang of leather. Then I explored further, pulling open her vest to suck on one of her tits, which had spent most of the day pressed against this material. Sighing loudly, she arched her back and the pliant orb flattened against my lips. I spent the next few minutes nibbling on her ripe nipple as I unremittingly sank my prick into her cunt however, a tiny voice that came from deep inside me kept begging for more.

Eventually breaking contact with her breast, I did what my heart and my cock wanted me to do. I stuck out my tongue again, but now I lightly skimmed her vest with it. My mouth watered, so I did it again, this time taking a broader lap of her garment. Its flavor was spicy and potent, and quickly, I was like a man possessed. As I licked my girlfriend’s vest, I began to hammer into her cunt so hard that she clutched my head and started yelping.

Maddie’s muscles tightened around my prick as she came, but I was driving into her so hard and fast that penetration was never an issue. She was obviously overjoyed her head was thrashing back and forth on a pillow but despite being more impassioned than ever before, I wasn’t quite ready to reach my own climax. Spurred on by the scent, taste and feel of leather, I kept burrowing into Maddie’s pussy, and it was then I knew I would never experience sex the same way after that day. Without this very special and now very necessary element, it wouldn’t seem complete.

That realization was mind blowing, and the contents of my balls started churning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer so I slowed my pace a little, but after a few more short, deep strokes, the floodgates burst wide open. An explosion of white hot cream painted my girlfriend’s insides as I kept my face pressed against her stiff black leather vest, shuddering and shaking in her unyielding embrace.

That afternoon had taught me something about myself and my sexuality, something I needed to explore. While Maddie didn’t exactly share my erotic fixation with the look, feel, taste and odor of leather, she knew it was important to me and indulged my newfound fetish. She’d buy suede dresses that I’d run my hands over when we went out dancing, forcing us to sneak into the club’s bathroom for furtive sex in a stall. Hell, just the thought of one particularly tight skirt pushed up to expose her pantyless cunt is giving me a hard on right now! Then, for Christmas, I bought her leather gloves, and she’d pull out my prick while I was driving to give me handjobs that were so intense I had to start keeping a box of tissues in my car.

In addition, I began stockpiling my own collection of leather garments, including jackets, pants and gloves. I even had a buckskin key fob that I’d keep in my pocket when I was on business trips and had to wear a suit. I would rub it between my fingers, releasing the natural oils, before bringing my digits to my nose to breathe in the scent that never failed to get my engine running.

Maddie and I lasted a while, but we eventually grew apart, which is what brought me to that shop. It hadn’t been open long, so I was super excited as I hopped on my Harley and rode over. And so, as Norah watched from a short distance, I browsed for a while before finally picking out a new motorcycle jacket to check out further, because the one I was wearing had seen better days. I also grabbed a few other things to try on that I had no intention of buying I just wanted to feel them against my skin.

Norah set me up in a dressing room, where I took off the clothes I’d been wearing, except for my white t shirt and boxers, and then stepped into a pair of trousers. I love how new leather feels stiff and a little scratchy before it’s broken in, and these pants were no exception. They were also more fitted than the ones I normally wore, and at first I had trouble accommodating my still turgid member. But I soon got everything squared away, so I zipped up and checked myself out in the mirror.

My pulse raced as I looked at my reflection. The pants fit me like a glove, clinging to my legs as they gently cradled my cock and balls. I loved the snugness against my ass, and the way the new material creaked slightly when I moved. It didn’t take long to decide that not only would I be buying them, I was going to wear them out of the store. Then, as I started to shrug on the jacket, I heard Norah’s voice from the other side of the fitting room door.

“Everything okay in there?” she inquired, and I had to clear my throat before I said I was fine, afraid my hoarse voice might belie my arousal. “Let me see,” she insisted, and since I assumed that her interest was in making a sale, I took a deep breath and joined her in the small space outside of the fitting room stall, which was equipped with a three panel mirror.

I did a double take when I first saw her. She’d taken off her jacket, so now I could clearly see the contrast of the shiny crimson dress against her milky white chest and shoulders. In addition, she had put on a pair of elbow length black kid gloves, one of which was, incredibly, reaching out to me. First she smoothed the flipped up collar of my jacket, and then she slowly trailed her fingers over the taut cotton of my t shirt, all the way to my burgeoning crotch. My prick, sandwiched between my pant leg and thigh, began throbbing wildly as she traced its outline with a leather clad digit.

My body tensed, and I glanced toward the front of the store. “Don’t worry, it’s locked,” she said in a throaty whisper as she stepped closer to fondle my balls. Pressing her body against mine, she gently squeezed my family jewels, and I reveled in the leather on leather contact. Then, unable to refrain, I dropped my head to her chest and breathed in deeply.

Norah’s skin smelled faintly of talcum powder, but the overriding scent was that of the soft inner hide of her recently discarded jacket. After placing a series of kisses on her warm, redolent flesh, I grew bolder and stuck out my tongue to taste her. “Oh, yeah,” I groaned from deep in my throat, a noise that was brought on by the hand massaging my package as well as the much loved flavor. Noting my excitement, the sexy shopgirl urged my head down to the front of her dress. Tentatively, I rubbed my cheek against the stiff, shiny material, not knowing where she’d draw the line.

As I pressed my face against my partner’s leather clad breasts, she let go of my cock, reached for my asscheeks and pulled me in even closer. Then she began grinding her cunt against my groin, and I could hear the rasp of her dress against my pants as she pressed her mouth againt my ear. Then, her hot breath at my skin, she uttered the four most magical words that I’d ever heard: “Go ahead, lick it.”

Excited and amazed, I stuck out my tongue and skimmed it lightly over the top of her bodice. Then, growing bolder, I flattened it and took a broad lap along the rise of one tit. Threading her kid covered fingers through my hair, Norah held my head fixedly against her bosom, and the combination of sensations was such a turn on that I feared I might come in the trousers I had yet to pay for. I relayed this concern to her, my voice muffled against her ample chest, and she replied, “Well, there’s only one solution.” Then, after letting go of my head, she popped open my fly.

My cock sprang up as she pushed the pants and my boxers down over my ass. She appraised my erection for a moment before wrapping her gloved fingers around the shaft, and I couldn’t help choking out an epithet at feeling the silky soft hide on my sensitive flesh. Then, when she tightened her grip and started pumping the loose skin up and down, my hips automatically pumped back and forth, as though possessing a will of their own.

For a moment, I just fucked Norah’s leather sheathed fist, my buttocks clenching and unclenching as I resumed licking the leather covered expanse of her tits. With my hands encircling her narrow waist, I inhaled the heady scent of leather that rose from her garments, activated by the heat of her body. Then I detected something else: the unmistakable odor of female musk. Suddenly, I was desperate to sink my cock into her, so I let go of her waist and hiked her tight dress up over her hips.

It didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t wearing panties in fact, I was downright thrilled. So there was nothing impeding me from running two fingers along her dripping wet slit, and Norah nodded her approval, gasping loudly when I made contact with her lust swollen clit. When I brought my drenched digits to my mouth to suck off the tangy juices, she looked me right in the eye before imploring, “Fuck me.” I must have reflected too long on how similar the salty, slightly spicy flavor of pussy was to that of leather, because this time, she insistently demanded, “C’mon, fuck me now.”

The pants still binding my thighs didn’t make it easy, but I managed to turn us around and back her against the middle of the three paneled mirror. Then, as I bent my knees slightly, Norah took hold of my upward pointing dick and positioned it at her moist center. Finally, after her labia had enveloped my cockhead, I thrust up into her, piercing her cunt like an arrow as she secured her arms around my neck.

She clung to me tightly for support as I grasped her ass and hoisted her up so I could sink into her even deeper. Next she squeezed her legs around my waist, her thighs contracting so hard that I could feel them trembling against my sides. Then she kissed me, smearing her bright red lipstick all over my mouth, before lowering her head to the part of my collarbone that was exposed by the motorcycle jacket.

Norah worked her fingers into the neck of my t shirt as she licked and sucked at the patch of bared flesh, as turned on by the scent and taste of leather as I was. Feeling her gloves moving over my back and shoulders as I drove into her pussy made me even more incensed. Soon my prick was flying in and out of her slickness, the shaft sticky with her juices. I was huffing and puffing, and was rewarded by a nose full of animal hide and human lust with every breath that I took.

If that weren’t enough stimulation, I reopened my eyes and discovered we were surrounded by leather clad couples, all of them fucking. No one had joined us it was our reflection in each of the three panels of the mirror, and I drank in the sight of the black pants inching down toward my ankles and my partner’s red dress bunched up over her thighs and creamy white asscheeks. Never breaking stride, I pumped into her with a quick but steady rhythm, my balls flapping beneath my length as my crown started pulsating. Then Norah ripped her mouth from my neck, threw back her head and let out a whimper. It was clear that she was on the cusp of orgasm I could feel her inner walls closing in around my dick so I set a plan of attack to join her, starting with lowering my face back to her heaving chest.

I buried my nose in her cleavage and breathed in deeply as I lapped at her leather spiced flesh. Then I sank my fingers into her asscheeks to keep her steady as her body began quaking. Somehow, amidst all this, she managed to push down her bodice, baring one of her large breasts, so I moved my lips to her nipple and sucked it hungrily. Immediately, she let out a piercing cry as her thighs locked tightly around my waist, and all I could do was stand there buried inside her, with no room to continue rocking my hips back and forth. However, that wasn’t necessary, because the palpitations of her cunt combined with the sight, sound, smell and feel of the leather had me at my own peak in a hurry.

Norah’s entire body was shaking but she managed to maintain her grip on me as I came. As she whispered encouraging words into my ear, the contents of my balls began flooding her cunt. My shaft pulsed in the throbbing grip of her canal as cream surged from the slit in my crown. I panted against her neck, thinking I was done, but she reached down and merely grazed my sac with a kid glove covered finger, and just like that I released one final blast of semen.

That last salvo depleted me of what little energy I had remaining, leaving me no choice but to let her down. She slid gingerly off of my deflating prick, and then I watched her in the mirror as she pulled up her bodice and smoothed down her skirt. Glancing at my own reflection, I grinned sheepishly at the sight of the sweat and come stained leather pants that technically weren’t mine yet. “Don’t worry,” Norah said. “Consider them payment for services rendered.” As I pulled them up and tucked in my shirt, she explained that she not only worked at the shop, she owned it, because of how much she loved leather, and for all the same reasons that I did. It was then I knew I’d met my match, and I’m now happy to be a part of a relationship that’s as strong as leather.

Penthouse Variations

Monthly Archives: September 2011

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THE CURE FOR A MIDLIFE CRISIS IS A NEW GIRL IN THEIR BED!

SHE GOES ON VACATION, LOOKING FOR SEX, AND FINDS TWO HUNKY GUYS TO FULFILL HER NEEDS

SEXY LADY GIVES THANKS FOR A DIRTY THREEWAY WITH TWO HOT GIRLS

Lusting for Leather

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