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LESBIAN RESORT VACATION NETS HER A STERN SPANKING FROM A HOT BUTCH

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Just because I’m into women, some of my straight friends think it’s easy for me to get laid any time I want. They assume there’s some magic thing that happens when one lesbian looks at another that signals we should immediately take our clothes off and start fucking. Well, for me, it’s not that simple. It’s not that I’m not sexy. I’m six feet tall with long, wavy blonde hair, plus I’ve got an impressive ass and tits and I make the most of them. I’ve dated all sorts of women and don’t have one single type. I’m good at flirting, but that still doesn’t guarantee I can get laid on a Saturday night.

A big problem is that I kept meeting women who wanted to “experiment” with me, meaning I have to take on the role of teacher, and I wanted to find a girl or girls who knew their way around a woman’s body and could show me a wild time in the sack. I’m tired of giving lessons in Girl Sex 101.

So when my friend Diana suggested going to a lesbian resort for a long weekend, I jumped at the opportunity. With a thousand lesbians all in one place, I knew my chances of getting laid were high. Mostly I wanted to have fun, and with Diana and our other friend Eva there, we were sure to have a great time. I packed a good number of sex toys three vibrators, two dildos, some lube and a paddle. Whether I found a partner or not, I was prepared.

We were all eager to leave our responsibilities at home and have as much fun as we could manage, drinking and staying up all night, and sexing it up with strangers if that’s how things went. We arrived at the resort and checked in to our suite, then immediately changed into our bikinis and headed to the pool.

I wanted to appear friendly and approachable, and avoid looking like I was attached to either of my friends. They’re plenty hot, but we’re better off as platonic friends than fuck buddies. We chose side by side lounge chairs, but I put on headphones and, behind the privacy of my sunglasses, started checking out the hundreds of women surrounding us. It truly was hot babe central. I can get into butch or femme women, and as I was looking around, I locked eyes with a woman with close cropped gray hair and blazing blue eyes. She was staring right at me, looking like she wanted to eat me for lunch.

I pretended to look away, to flick my eyes toward my magazine, but I could feel her stare burning through me as strongly as the sun. It was impossible not to notice, and when I chanced a glance up at her, she didn’t smile or wink, but kept staring in my direction. It wasn’t creepy, though. It was like she was letting me know she was going to have me before the weekend or perhaps even the afternoon was over. I kept covertly checking her out, waiting for some hot young thing to sidle up to her, but she appeared to be alone.

Finally, my antics were noticed by my friends, who urged me to approach her. “She’s made it clear that she’s interested, Lesley,” Diana said, encouraging me. “What do you have to lose? But you look hot in that bikini. If that woman doesn’t pounce on you, I’m sure another one will!”

I stood up and shook my hair, took a deep breath, and focused on the horizon just over the woman’s shoulders. I didn’t want to stare at her yet. I wanted to let her look at me. I also had to come up with a less cheesy line than: “Come here often?”

As it turned out, the butch was the first to speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to get that sweet ass over here. I was planning on giving you a light spanking, but now I think you’ll need a more intense punishment because you kept me waiting.” How rude! was my first thought. She was pushy and presumptuous, and I might have told her off, if what she’d said hadn’t made me so hot.

“What else are you going to do to me?” I still didn’t know her name, and I was aware that our risqu conversation could be overheard by the nearby women lounging in the sun.

The handsome butch pulled me down so I was sitting on her lap and then whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you with a cock so big it’s going to make you walk funny.” So she’d brought her own toys, too I liked that!

“How do you know I want to be spanked?” I asked coquettishly.

“Well, do you?” she demanded, calling my bluff. I couldn’t lie well, I could have, but then I’d have been deprived of the joy of being taken over her knee.

“I do but only by women who know what they’re doing.”

“Oh, missy, I definitely know what I’m doing. I think the more important question is: What are you doing sitting here? We should head to my room.” I watched her walk, totally confident that I was following her, and turned to wave good bye to my friends, who were busy with flirtations of their own.

“I’m Kate, by the way,” she called over her shoulder.

“Lesley,” I responded, and apparently that was all she needed to know. We’d dispensed with the small talk and were about to head straight to the fucking.

Kate’s room was right down the hall from mine, so if her equipment was lacking, I knew I could run and get mine. But she had planned even better than I had! She had a whole carry on suitcase full of toys!

Kate sat on the bed and immediately tossed me over her lap within two minutes of us entering the room. “Your ass is going to match your tiny red bikini,” she said, which made me moan. I didn’t want to say, “Please,” and sound too greedy, but I guess my wiggling ass said that for me.

Kate started slapping me with her hand, but when she saw how horny she was making me, she reached for something else. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it sure did sting! She whacked me a few times, and then paused to admire her work. “You like it rough, don’t you, Lesley?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, falling easily into my role. Sometimes I really get off on a powerful woman taking control of me.

“I think you need something harder,” she said, and the next item to hit the center of my butt, my sweet spot, was mean and stern. It burned, but I liked it, enjoying the steady series of slaps. “You tell me when you’re ready for me to fuck you,” Kate said, her way of letting me know she wasn’t going to spank me all night. I held out, loving the heat that permeated my backside until my wet pussy couldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Please, fuck me now.”

“Good girl,” Kate said, pulling me up for a kiss. I ran my fingers through her short hair, then down her back. I wanted to feel her breasts but she told me to get on my hands and knees. “Don’t worry about being too loud. I like that in a woman.” How did she know I like to scream while getting fucked? Probably because I’d been loud while she spanked me.

I whipped off my bikini bottoms, got on my hands and knees, and thrust my ass in the air. I couldn’t see what kind of dildo she was about to use, but I was pleased when Kate smeared some lube onto my pussy. I didn’t need it, but lube never hurts. Soon a fat dildo was pressing against my entrance. For a moment, I tightened up, but then I looked back at her. She winked and looked so sexy that I put my head down and fully relaxed, allowing her to drive the cock deep into my wet hole.

I was getting fucked hard, and she was grunting as loudly as I was. “Yeah, take it, take my cock in your tight little pussy.” She kept up a stream of dirty talk, but the dildo felt so good stretching me wide and filling me up that I didn’t pay attention to everything she was muttering. I was so happy to finally be getting properly fucked. Soon I was coming, which earned Kate’s praise. She teased me by pulling out, then slamming back in, and I liked that she could see how wet she was making my cunt. When I’d come three times, she pulled out and ordered me onto my knees to suck her cock.

She managed to slip a small vibrator under the strap of the harness and used that to get herself off while I tasted my juices on her blue silicone dick. “Swallow it,” she ordered, thrusting deeply into my mouth before tossing her head back and trembling her way to orgasm.

Afterward, we made out fiercely again before heading to the bathroom. She’d lucked out with a giant bathtub, which was big enough for both of us. “We could bring this with us,” she said, holding up a waterproof duck shaped vibrator.

“Why not?” I asked, and then we headed off for another round of fun.

I spent most of the rest of the weekend with Kate, and she’s promised to call next time she’s in my town, since she travels a lot for business.

I left the all night dance parties to my friends while I tried out every toy in Kate’s toy box and mine. It was one hell of a vacation!

Ms. Lesley R., Santa Monica, California

TOY LOVING LADY IS ALWAYS READY TO PLAY

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I discovered sex toys in college, when a boyfriend introduced me to the joy of feeling a vibrator buzzing against my clit while a butt plug probed my ass, and his cock slammed into my pussy. It was a triple thrill! From that day forward, when Pete and I fooled around, some sort of toy or implement was usually involved. He taught me that sex toys are not just for single girls, and that they can easily be incorporated into sex with a partner.

I continued to expand my sex toy collection after Pete and I broke up, and when a friend who knew of my love of buzzing appliances asked if I wanted to become a sex toy saleswoman, I jumped at the chance. My friend had just started doing administrative work for a home party company and had heard about openings in their sales department. I’d never sold anything before, but I was such an ardent fan of adult toys that my enthusiasm and knowledge made me a natural.

The job was quite lucrative, and I paid my tuition with what I earned extolling the virtues of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, lubricants, sex gels and more. But even better than the cash, I got a big discount on products and was able afford any toy that caught my eye. I love the products so much that I found myself wanting to share my experience and knowledge with every woman I met, and customers started referring friends to me.

I felt good knowing that I was helping women have orgasms sometimes the first of their lives. Some of my customers had never even seen a vibrator up close, and they were as intrigued by the Hitachi Magic Wand and Wahl electric vibes as they were by the pretty battery operated ones.

At one party, a customer slipped a tiny vibrator over her index finger and giggled after she’d turned it on. “Oooh!” Jane exclaimed. “I like that.”

“Now just imagine what that’ll feel like . . . down there,” I said to her. “Here, let me show you something.” I took the toy from her and told her to hold out her hand and close her eyes. She bit her lips nervously as I ran the little vibe along her palm. “Picture the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. Picture him pressing this against your clit.” She moaned, which was the response I was hoping for. When the other women saw Jane’s reaction, they wanted me to test the vibe on their hands. That toy was the evening’s bestseller.

Gloria, a single woman in her thirties, bought one and went into the bathroom to try it out on the spot. Minutes later, she emerged glowing and breathless, raving about the orgasm she’d had. That was the best free advertising I could ask for!

Some of the ladies I visit know about vibrators, but they’d never considered the world of sex toys beyond those buzzing playthings. I share stories about my favorite items and about the guys I know who are fans of them. “Yes, ladies, guys like to watch you play with your toys. It’s a myth that they’re jealous. They’re visual creatures and want to see you going wild, and if you let them hold the toy and guide it, it’s like they’re doing the work while you get the benefit.” I give out my e mail address so the women can report back to me about which toys they liked best and any suggestions they have to enhance people’s toy fun. I love learning about what gets women and their partners excited, and I use those stories to fuel my sales and sometimes my own sex life!

Some people hate taking their work home with them, but I love it! When I go home for the evening, I take a hot bath and either use a waterproof vibe, or prime myself for what I’ll play with afterward.

A few months ago, I started dating Noah, who’s super sexy, but is often out of town traveling with the band he manages. Sometimes he texts me during the day, and we start steaming up our phones. He’ll send me explicit messages, telling me what he wants to see me do, and just thinking about it makes me crazy.

On those evenings, we’ll get on Skype, and I’ll break out my toys for him. I love showing off, and this way I get to feel like he’s close to me even when he’s not. “Use the nipple clamps,” he told me the other night. I usually like to use them with him, because he’ll yank on the chain and tease me. He kept instructing me, with his cock in his hand and a hungry look on his face, and I realized that obeying his orders pleased me as much as it pleased him.

“What should I use next?” I asked, and Noah selected a big red dildo.

“I’m gonna need some lube with this one,” I told him, making sure he saw the lube slowly drizzling onto my fingers, then got a good view of me rubbing the liquid along my pussy lips, and over the toy to make it as slick as possible.

“If I were there, I’d make sure you were nice and juicy with my tongue.” He was half joking, because even though he gets me very wet, lube is always a fun extra, whether it’s sweet tasting flavored lube or something to make sure I have no chance of getting dry and uncomfortable.

As much as I love my toys, they’re no substitute for the real thing, especially Noah’s giant cock, but since I couldn’t be with him, that red dildo was a good replacement. Knowing he was watching me made me want to take the toy completely inside my pussy, even though when I’m on my own I tend to only use about three quarters of the extra large cock.

“Yeah, shove it in all the way, Noelle,” Noah urged. I saw that he’d taken out a small bottle of lube and made his cock slick and shiny. I fucked myself with the proxy cock, and when I shut my eyes, I could almost imagine it was Noah’s. I spread my legs wider, and knowing he was watching spurred me on, encouraging me to shove the whole thing inside me. I used one hand to thrust the toy in and out, and used the other to press a small pink vibrator against my clit. The clamps didn’t need to be touched they were bringing their own heat to my breasts just by being fastened so tightly to my sensitive nubs. The combination hit the spot (or maybe several of them) and I came, calling out Noah’s name. Seconds later, he treated me to a visual shower of his jizz. Thankfully, he’d be back home soon.

The other day, a new product came in at work that I was eager to try. Thankfully, Noah was in town, and since he’d just gotten off a tour, he was free to be at my beck and call. I texted him in the middle of the day and told him he had to come over to my place. Another perk of my job is there are no set hours. Some days I have lunchtime parties, sometimes evening bachelorette parties, and once I even sold toys at midnight!

“Will you do the honors?” I asked, holding up a tub of cream that promised to make nipples, pussies and other body parts tingle. “I could’ve used it by myself, but I wanted to share my excitement. Plus, I wanted to see what will happen if we rub some into your nipples.”

“You know I’m happy to be your guinea pig any time, babe,” he said, grinning. “I think you’re overdressed, though.” All I had on was a sheer white dress no bra or panties so when he lifted the garment over my head, I was totally nude. “Now, what do we do with this?” he asked, almost to himself as he opened the jar and sniffed it. “Strawberry I like that. It’s edible, right?”

When I confirmed that, Noah grinned at me. He dipped his index finger into the cream and applied it to my right nipple, then my left. Almost immediately, my breasts started to tingle, and when he applied some cream to my clit, I thought I might scream. “You just can’t put it inside me, so go wash your hands.” While he did that, I grabbed a medium size vibrator and shoved it inside myself, amazed at how fast the cream had affected me. I relaxed on the floor and got comfortable with the toy. Noah returned in time to watch my legs tremble as my climax overtook me. I usually have orgasms pretty easily, but this was something else altogether!

“Now you,” I said, sitting up and applying the cream to his nipples. He has a smooth, firm chest, and I always love licking it all over. I like the taste and feel of his skin. Noah’s nipples are as sensitive as mine, and with the cream, that sensitivity spiked so much that I thought he might shoot his load just from me playing with his nubs. I smeared the cream onto them, and then I proceeded to pinch them before licking off the berry flavored lotion, once I was sure it taken effect.

“God, Noelle, I need to fuck you right now,” he said, and he didn’t wait another moment before lifting me up, pinning me to the wall and slamming his cock into my cunt. Noah fucked me like a madman, his dick hitting my core and making me scream. The continuing warmth from the cream and his aggressive sexual style made me have another orgasm. He held me tight, and I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me until I felt his liquid heat fill my aroused pussy.

“You know what I love about you, Noelle? There’s never a dull moment.” He kissed me deeply, and then I pulled back and smiled at him.

What I love about Noah is that he’s up for anything, and with my continuing need to test out toys, our sex life is guaranteed never to get boring.

Ms. Noelle C., Sarasota, Florida

SENSUAL SPANKINGS ARE DOLED OUT AT A KINKY CHRISTMAS PARTY

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My boyfriend, Rudy, is always trying to push the envelope. He’s often successful, getting me to perform more and more outrageous acts. I love it because I get off on following his orders. It works out for both of us, since he’s a natural dominant and is more creative than I am when it comes to kink. I happily submit to any and all of his demands, because he understands my sexual cravings almost better than I do. So when he suggested we turn our annual holiday soiree into a kinky Christmas party, I was more than game. “What do we need?” I asked, getting excited by the prospect.

“Well, I’m thinking lots of mistletoe, only whoever winds up under it doesn’t have to kiss anyone. They have to get spanked,” he said. “But you’ll be the fill in sub, in case that person is a top. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Caitlin?”

“Yes,” I said, getting turned on by the prospect of submitting to all of our guests, even though that was unlikely. We knew lots of people who enjoyed getting paddled and whipped. However imagining being a slave for the night to a room full of people had my pussy dripping in no time.

“You should wear a special outfit. How about green glitter on your nipples and those red panties with the heart cutout on the ass?” he asked, grabbing me and squeezing my butt. I knew his idea wasn’t a suggestion but an order. “Oh, and a collar. I’ll attach a leash and lead you around all night. I’ll tell everyone to come dressed in their finest kinky attire. And along with refreshments, we can put out paddles and clamps and condoms.”

“So basically we’re hosting a holiday play party?” I asked.

“Trust me, it’ll be the party of the season, and those who miss it will be kicking themselves.”

I grinned at him, knowing that it was sure to be an evening I’d never forget.

The day of the party, I pranced around the house in only a bra and panties, finding myself full of excitement. While I didn’t lust after all our friends, there were definitely a few people I wouldn’t mind bending over for! “I wonder what Denise and Kyle will wear,” I wondered out loud. They were our most straitlaced friends who’d said they would attend. We’d never seen them perform a kinky act in their lives, but we knew they were curious about the lifestyle.

“You never know,” Rudy said. “But I’m more interested in what they’ll do!”

Our first guests were Steve and Alice, longtime friends from the scene. He was wearing a studded black collar and a tight latex bodysuit, while she was clad in a purple latex bra, a shiny black latex skirt and five inch heels.

“You’re the first to arrive!” I said, greeting them warmly.

“Do we get a prize?” Alice asked. I scanned the kitchen for something that might work, settling upon our dog’s water bowl, which was in the dish drain.

“Let’s serve Steve some Champagne,” I suggested, grabbing the bowl and setting it on the floor. “If he spills a drop, he’ll be punished. What do you think?” I made sure to address the question to Alice, since she was the one in charge.

“I think Steve had better get on the floor,” she said, smiling at me. We got so engrossed in Steve’s naughty test that I let Rudy greet the next few guests. Watching Steve get totally into slurping up the bubbly liquid was hot in a way I wouldn’t have expected. I could tell that he was trying hard to obey, and even though I wasn’t formally co topping him, I felt like I was a part of their scene. They had arrived a little early, so I hadn’t gotten a chance to change into my glitter and panty outfit, but my black lingerie was still sexy and appropriate. Alice rested her hand on my hip as we watched her partner, and her fingers touching my bare skin made it tingle and I started to wonder what it would feel like to submit to Alice.

Steve was doing a pretty good job, but then Alice upped the ante. She rested her foot, complete with her outrageous heel, directly on his back, which made him tremble. He obviously liked it, but it made him nervous. He’d been taking steady laps of the bubbly, but then he gasped and splashed some Champagne on the floor. Maybe Steve wanted to be punished. I’m not sure, but as Alice ran her heel along his back, he got sloppier and sloppier. I looked up and saw a small crowd of friends had formed around us. No one wanted to miss a second of the action!

I was proud that we’d kickstarted the party with such grand entertainment. When Steve was “done,” Alice pulled him up by the collar and pinched his cheek. “Is that how you thank your hosts? By spilling Champagne all over the floor? You’re going to lap that up, too!” she said, slapping him lightly on the cheek. The red that blossomed on his skin wasn’t from her hand, but from embarrassment and arousal.

Steve knelt on the floor and slurped up the liquid from the tiles. As I stood, transfixed, watching Steve do Alice’s bidding, I could hear the sound of someone else getting a spanking. When I poked my head around to see who was playing, I got a little thrill when I saw that it was my man who was doing the honors. Rudy had a petite woman spread across his lap. Her red high heels were kicking in the air and her bottle blonde hair was hanging down as he swatted her behind.

Since I’d been in her position countless times, I knew from the look on his face and the color of her bottom that he wasn’t taking it easy on her. They, too, had a crowd formed around them, and I recognized the look of longing on many of our guests’ faces. Quite a few of them looked as if they’d love to have their asses paddled by Rudy. Why wouldn’t they? Although he’s strict and stern, he knows exactly how to spank someone to bring them the most exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.

I’d expected our little gathering to start off slow and get progressively naughtier, but we’d managed to kick things off with a bang. I heard excited whispers all around me, and soon there were multiple spankings going on. Men and women I’d never have expected to join in the kinky fun were doing it up alongside dedicated perverts. I wandered around, making sure all of our guests were happy, and suddenly I felt a hand on my hip. I turned to see Alice. “Well, Caitlin, you sure know how to throw a party,” she purred. “Steve’s enjoying some corner time after his spanking. Since I’m free for a while, I thought I’d warm that cute ass of yours. It looks much too pale.”

I’d never been spanked by a woman, but suddenly that was what I craved especially since that woman was going to be Alice. “Yes, please,” I said quietly, feeling arousal wash over me.

Alice led me to a chair that was in full view of Rudy, who was still busy with his blonde lady friend. He would spank, while I got spanked. She could tell that I was nervous, but she put me at ease by saying, “You’re beautiful. I’ve told Steve plenty of times that I’d love to take you over my knee.” She stroked my hair, then my shoulders and my back, then between my legs. My panties were wet and Alice knew it.

Once she sat and draped me over her lap, she warmed me up slowly with soft, sensual slaps of her hand, occasionally stopping to lightly scratch her nails along the bottom of my asscheeks, which made me shiver.

At one point, I looked over and saw that Rudy had a different girl across his lap. We smiled at each other, sharing a moment of recognition. I hadn’t expected the party to go like this, but the biggest lesson I’ve learned as a submissive is that you have to expect and enjoy the unexpected.

Alice spanked me thoroughly, and when my ass was tingling and hot, she slipped her hand into my panties. I sighed when her fingers danced along my wet slit. She rubbed her fingers against my clit roughly, and I squirmed on her lap as she made me climax in seconds.

I was breathless in her lap as she whispered, “Any time you need a woman’s touch, just give me a call. I’m happy to lend a hand or a paddle,” she added with a chuckle.

Finally, I stood. For the rest of the party, I was merely a voyeur, happily observing spontaneous bondage demonstrations and plenty of spankings. It was a very successful party, and I have a feeling we aren’t going to wait until next Christmas to throw another one!

Ms. Caitlin W., Boulder, Colorado

MOVER GETS A NAUGHTY REWARD IN THE FORM OF A SEXY SPANKING

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Moving is a hellish process, as most anyone can tell you. I was dreading my upcoming move, but my friend Eleanor recommended a company that she insisted went above and beyond. “They’re quick and efficient,” she enthused. “And the guys are cute!”

Two guys in their early twenties owned the operation and worked most of the jobs by themselves. When I called to book them, I spoke with Charles, whose voice sounded sexy and reassuring. “I have a lot of stuff,” I warned him. “It’s gonna be a big job.”

“We can handle it, ma’am. We’re professionals.” He set me at ease, and his price was reasonable, plus there was something else: The sound of his voice sent shivers up my spine.

I spent all weekend packing, pulling an all nighter to make the Monday morning deadline. When my doorbell rang, I rushed downstairs to the lobby, but wasn’t quite prepared for how sexy Charles was. He wasn’t the hulking, muscular guy I’d been expecting. He was tall and compact, but clearly strong. He had an eyebrow ring, an earring and a lip piercing, and a few tattoos. I won’t say I dressed up for the move, but before his arrival, I’d changed out of the ratty t shirt and shorts I’d been wearing into a purple sundress. I’d packed all my underwear so I was going commando, and somehow from the way Charles looked at me, I felt like he knew my secret. When we shook hands, I felt a jolt of electricity run up my arm. Was the fact that he was so sexy the reason why Eleanor had been pushing me to hire his company?

I led him upstairs to my apartment and offered him a soda. “I know it’s early, but I thought you might want a cold drink.”

“Thanks,” he said, leaning against the wall as he drank it and waited for his partner to arrive. My stuff was all in boxes, including one labeled “Toys.” I blushed when my eyes passed over it, knowing which vibrators, paddles and other naughty paraphernalia were in there.

Charles’s partner, Jason, showed up a just few minutes later, and in a half hour, they had their truck fully loaded. I’d been standing in the hall watching them come in and out, wondering what it would be like to fuck Charles or possibly Jason. Both were very cute, and I wondered if that was a job requirement at their company!

I rode in the truck, sitting between them. It was a hot day, and that position made it even steamier. Soon we were at my new place, and they unloaded all my stuff. I was excited about my new home, already picturing where I’d hang my favorite pictures and set up my TV, but every time Charles walked by my whole body perked up. I enjoyed watching him work.

After the boys wrapped things up, I handed them each a tip. Jason thanked me and took off, but Charles accepted my invitation to stay. “Um, I hope this isn’t rude, but would you mind if I take off my shirt? It’s pretty warm.” I had two fans going, but my new air conditioner wouldn’t arrive until the next day.

“I wouldn’t mind in the least,” I told him, my breath coming faster when I saw how ripped his chest was. I was emboldened enough to add, “If there’s anything else I can do to thank you, please let me know.” I hope he would pick up on my flirtatious vibe.

“I’d like to see your toy box,” he said, indicating with a toss of his chin the box that I’d blushed about earlier. “I think I know what kind of toys are in there.”

Since he’d broached the topic, I figured that he was making the first move, so I was inspired to make the second. I walked closer to him and put my palm on his bare chest. “And what do you hope to find in my toy box, Charles?” I purred, stepping close enough so that I could feel his hard cock in his pants.

“A paddle. And maybe some nipple clamps. I’d like you to use them on me,” he said quickly, as if he was nervous. This strong, hot guy was blushing, and I felt his heart beating quickly beneath my touch. I groped my way down and grabbed his ass.

“Do you think I need a paddle to give you a spanking, Charles?” I said, slipping my hand down his jeans to grab his firm ass. “Well, in case you do, I’ll have you know that I can make your ass pretty red with just my hand, though I have a few toys you might want me to use on you as a thank you for all of your help today.” Not waiting for a response, I started to unbutton his jeans.

“You should be naked for the rest of your duties,” I told him. And naked he soon was, displaying a body so gorgeous that I was tempted to get on my knees and worship him. Charles was definitely the hottest guy I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing in the buff. “Now bend over and open that box, but don’t take anything out,” I ordered.

Seeing his bare ass as he used a Swiss Army knife to tear into the box made my nipples harder and my pussy wetter. I heard his intake of breath when he finally got a look inside. I do indeed have my fair share of kinky toys, though I didn’t plan to use them just yet. “Good boy,” I said, making the words come out in more of a drawl than I normally use. “Now why don’t you stand against the wall with your hands above your head and stick out that sweet ass for me?”

He did that, and soon I was spanking him, the rush from hitting an eager, submissive man filling me with power. I’m small but strong, and I knew he was feeling each blow. “Does Jason know that you like to be spanked, Charles?” I asked in between slaps. “Have other female customers spanked you? Or what about men?” At that, he defiantly thrust his ass toward me, and his moans grew louder. I whacked his right cheek, then his left, then smack in the center, admiring the pink splotches I was making.

When I thought he was warmed up enough for me to up the intensity, it was time to bring out the toys. It was clear that he could take much more than my hand. “You worked so hard today, I think you deserve something extra special. What do you think?” I asked as I pressed my body against him. I cupped his balls in one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. I love getting rough with guys, especially ones who I know could wrestle me to the ground if they wanted to, like Charles. A tough man suppressing his physical strength to enjoy the thrill of submission is a keeper in my book. But even if I didn’t get to keep Charles, I wanted him to remember me fondly.

I took out one of my favorite paddles. Made of black leather, it’s not the most dazzling one to look at it, but it’s hefty, and I knew it would make an impact in more ways than one. When I began using it on Charles’s ass, he stopped moaning and started gasping. He didn’t clench his butt cheeks or try to stop me, but he was definitely focused on processing the experience. “What a good boy you are. If you behave, maybe I’ll suck your cock.” I thought I heard a soft, “Yeah,” but the whoosh of air as I drew back the paddle masked his whisper.

When Charles’s ass was red and hot to the touch, I put down the paddle and ordered him to sit on the floor. “Now close your eyes.” He dutifully obeyed, and I slid a pink mask over his eyes. It was eminently girlie, and therefore extremely incongruous on my sexy stud, but that made the moment even hotter. “Remember the nipple clamps you mentioned earlier?” I asked. “Well, you’re in luck because I found my favorite pair. I’m going to fasten them to your little nipples, because I think they’re the perfect complement to getting your cock sucked, don’t you?” He moaned aloud as I twisted each nub just for fun, and then attached the clamps.

His tiny nipples were compressed between the rubber tips, and he moaned helplessly as I took his cockhead in my mouth. I savored the taste and feel of his dick, working him with my lips and tongue. I had never expected my day to wind up like this, and yet there I was, with a gorgeous man at my mercy. I tugged on the chain attached to the nipple clamps and felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed, and I deep throated him, eager to show off my cocksucking skills.

“Oh, Rhonda,” he said, and I bobbed up and down a few more times before he spurted into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop, but when I came up for air, I said, “You know what you didn’t do, Charles? You didn’t ask if you could come like a good boy. I’ll have to punish you maybe tomorrow?” I took off the blindfold and smiled at him. “Then you can help install my bookcases. What do you say?”

“Just tell me what time to be here. I’m your willing slave.”

I have a feeling I’m going to need quite a few home repairs, now that I know I have Charles at the ready!

Ms. Rhonda V., Via E Mail

CARNAL CANDLE PLAY IS A ONCE A YEAR TREAT FOR THIS WILD COUPLE

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December is my favorite month, but not because it means I get eight nights of presents for Hanukkah. No, my favorite part is that I get to enjoy my favorite kinky treat: hot wax.

I love extreme sensations, from floggings to ice to heat. Since candle wax is my favorite “torment,” a few years ago my master decided to start this tradition, which we enjoy as our own private holiday celebration. And since we only indulge in it once a year, it makes it even more special.

There is an energy and intensity to wax play that fuels our other kinky endeavors and makes me love him all the more. He knows that I like to scream, to have my boundaries tested, and that if I need to use my safeword, I will. I’ve never needed to use it, but I like knowing that I can if things get too intense.

I always look forward to our hot wax play, and I often fantasize about it. I like to be sleek and smooth for Will, but in the days leading up to the festivities, I take extra care, shaving every inch of my body. This year, I was so turned on the day before our latest scheduled wax session that I begged Will for his cock, but he denied me. I protested but didn’t really mind, because I knew that any time he made me wait, greater pleasure was in store for me.

Part of what I love about our BDSM play is that it goes beyond the physical and gets my mind involved, too. Will doesn’t want some simpering bimbo to blindly follow his every order, but a tough, smart woman who wants to be dominated. He says kink, especially in a long term relationship, works best when it’s a true meeting of the minds. I trust him implicitly, which is why I was able to lay myself down and spread my arms and legs, allowing him to tie me to the bedposts. Being tied up makes the wax play even more exciting, because I can’t get away, no matter how much I squirm.

Will had lit eight candles, representing each night of Hanukkah. They were all different colors. “I’m going to use all of these. You’re going to be covered in colorful wax. You’ll be like my canvas,” he said. “And when I’m done, you can have my cock.”

Sometimes he blindfolds me when we play, but this time he didn’t. He held the candle in the air above me, so I could watch the colored wax drip down onto my skin. Seeing it about to land and knowing I couldn’t get away was thrilling. Even though the wax was hot, it wasn’t so intense that I couldn’t stand it. Will teased me by using one hand to play with my pussy while drizzling the wax from a red candle along my upper arm. He’s good at multitasking like that.

Will kept his fingers inside me as he used up the red candle, then blew it out and picked up a white one. This one he used to drizzle wax along my torso. “It almost looks like my come,” he said, smiling. He knows I also adore the sensation of him spurting all over my skin. My nipples perked up, standing at attention and ready for the rush I’d feel from the wax. Each breast was then treated to a generous coating of wax, which started to harden soon after it landed.

He moved on to a purple candle next, drizzling wax along my other arm, then my stomach, and my thighs. Each time the hot wax hit my skin, I gasped at the harsh sensation, yet my pussy was growing wetter by the second. Those sparks of pain were morphing into a sexy arousal that flooded throughout my whole being. Each candle brought me higher and higher. It was like a slow simmering burn that threatened to overtake me. If my arms had been free, I’d have wrapped them around his neck, but I had to make do with the situation at hand and the truth is: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Will kissed me deeply in between each coating of wax, and my squirming body was soon nearly covered in swirls of colors with one notable exception. My pussy was bare, and it longed for attention. Taking hot wax on my pussy is a skill I’ve had to cultivate, one I’m incredibly proud of. Now I crave the sensation, even though it is intense. I begged him as much as I could with my body. Will delighted in denying me, tweaking my nipples and twisting them so much that some of the wax peeled off. My pink buds popped out from their coating, erect and eager for even more rough treatment.

I knew that the moment the hot liquid met the surface of my most tender skin would be the most challenging. Will watched with a sadistic yet loving look on his face as he dripped wax onto my mound. I didn’t care about the color, only the sensation. It hurt, but it only made me more turned on. By the time he was done, I was gasping and ready to fuck.

Will unfastened my bonds and settled his large body over mine. His weight felt familiar and comforting. I like feeling small beneath his heftiness. His big cock sank easily into my wet slit. All that buildup had my pussy overflowing with honey.

I smiled and wrapped my arms and legs around Will, letting his cock fill me with unspeakable pleasure.

I’m so grateful I’ve found a man who loves kink as much as I do.

Ms. Marla H., Indianapolis, Indiana

SHE DISCOVERS HER INNER DOMME AND MAKES ALL HIS DREAMS COME TRUE

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When Chris told me he wanted to hire a dominatrice, I wasn’t really surprised. He’d always seemed to like domineering women, and more than a few times when we were dating he’d playfully asked me to spank him because he’d “been a bad boy.” It wasn’t until we broke up that he started discussing his desire to be controlled, though.

I told him I’d help him find a domme, and we created online personal ads on a bunch of fetish web sites. I even accompanied him to a few fetish parties when the ads didn’t yield a suitable domme for him. No matter what we did, though, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who was offering the kind of domination he sought. I was starting to think we’d never find a perfect mistress for Chris and that’s when he propositioned me.

“Do you think you could do it?” he asked me one day at lunch. We’d been discussing what he should do next to try to find a dominatrice he could work with when, out of nowhere, he asked me to take on the role of his mistress.

The idea was intriguing, to say the least, but I wasn’t sure I could play the part very well. Besides that, Chris was my ex, and I didn’t know whether we should be getting involved in any kind of sex play. I didn’t want to say no right off the bat, though, so I told him I’d think about it and let him know in a few days.

All weekend, all I did was think about Chris’s proposition. The idea of dominating him aroused me, and after all the work we’d done to try to find a woman to top him, I thought I had a good idea of what he wanted. I’d been spanked by partners a few times, and had met a dominatrice who’d shown me a few tricks at one of the parties Chris and I had gone to, so I felt like I knew enough for us to try it out. And, to be honest, I was still incredibly attracted to him, so the thought of ending up in bed with him again was pretty appealing. When we met for lunch the following Monday, I told him I would do it.

That Saturday, Chris came over to my apartment. I met him at the door wearing a leather corset he’d bought me when we were dating, a pair of leather pants and sky high heels. I had a riding crop in my hand it seemed like the perfect accessory and I slapped it against my leather clad leg, doing my best to look fierce.

Chris bowed his head when he saw me and mumbled, “Good evening, Mistress,” before stepping into my apartment. I led him to the living room and had him get on his knees. I told him he’d been bad and that I thought he needed to be punished.

“Do you agree, slave?” I asked, my voice loud and harsh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his head still bowed as he knelt on the floor in front of me.

I swatted his ass gently with the crop, his pants softening the already light impact, and he moaned quietly. I didn’t think he felt much from the light taps, but simply having me play the role of his dominatrice seemed to be enough.

I flicked my wrist harder, making the crop hit him with more force, and listened as he moaned a little louder. I continued this for a few minutes before having him stand up and walk over to the couch. I had him lean over the back of the sofa, and then I started smacking his ass with my bare hand. He still had his pants on, but I was able to hit him harder than I had with the crop, and he seemed to enjoy it. He started wiggling his ass at me, and his moans stretched out long and low.

As I spanked his ass, I scolded him, telling him how disappointed I was in him and how I expected better behavior from a grown man. I didn’t have any examples of Chris’s bad behavior, but simply pretending he’d misbehaved seemed to be enough for him. It was certainly putting me in the mood to spank him more!

When I ran out of things to say, I demanded that Chris stand up and push his pants down to the floor. “I’m going to spank that bare ass of yours and make you sorry you ever disappointed me!” I told him, and he groaned loudly before he straightened up to do as I’d ordered. As he slid his pants and boxers down, I noticed that his cock was standing up straight and hard, and there was a drop of pre come glistening at the tip. My act was really turning him on! I knew he’d wanted me to play a domme, and I knew he would get aroused, but I’d had no idea a few smacks on the ass and a little yelling would make him so hard. Wow!

As soon as his pants were around his ankles and he was bent over the couch again, I started spanking him. It felt a lot different to be hitting his bare flesh with my palm different in a good way. I was getting more and more aroused by our role playing game, and I couldn’t believe we’d never done anything like it when we were dating. It was hot!

The more I spanked Chris, the louder he moaned. Soon he was even humping against the sofa as I smacked his butt, trying to get himself off in any way he could. It was clear our game was driving him crazy and it was really getting to me, too. I hit his ass a dozen more times before I gave in to my desire, pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him. I didn’t care about our game anymore. I wanted to fuck him.

Chris immediately sensed what I wanted from him, and he stumbled out of his pants and pulled off his shirt before he hurriedly undressed me. He practically ripped the leather garments off my body in his rush to strip me, and then he lifted me up so I was sitting on the back of the couch. He stepped between my dangling legs and kissed me, then pushed a hand between my thighs and started fingering me. He knew exactly what to do to make me climax, and he worked a finger in and out of my wet folds while he rubbed his thumb over my clit, flicking it occasionally. It took less than a minute for his handiwork to have me screaming his name in ecstasy as my first orgasm washed over me.

As soon as I’d come, Chris pulled his hand away and then guided his cock in to take its place. He thrust all the way into me in one stroke, and he held tight to my hips as he started pumping in and out. He fucked me the way I like, not too hard and not too fast, and he changed his pace and the depth of his thrusts every minute, keeping me on edge. Chris had always been good in bed, and he was making it very clear that he hadn’t lost any of his skill in the time we’d been apart. In no more than five minutes, he had me reaching a second powerful climax. Chris came a minute or two after me, and I dug my fingers into his ass, making him explode even more violently.

Since then, Chris and I have gotten together for several sessions of mistress/slave role play, and each time is hotter than the last. I don’t know if we’ll start dating again or if we’ll stick to our kinky sex games, but I’m so glad I said yes when he asked me to be his domme. I’ve never been so sexually satisfied!

Ms. Lauren W., Miami, Florida

BISEXUAL “ELVIS” MEETS HIS MATCH IN A BEDAZZLED LOOK ALIKE AT A CONVENTION FIT FOR THE KING

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I’d been working as an Elvis impersonator a “Jailhouse Rock” era Elvis, to be exact for about six months when I heard about a convention for impersonators out in Vegas. I live in Los Angeles, and I don’t really run into too many other look alikes, so I was curious to see some other Elvises. Vegas is only four hours away, so I decided to take the weekend off and drive out to see what it was all about.

I showed up to the convention in my uniform: black jeans, striped t shirt and a black denim jacket, my hair done like his and my sideburns perfectly trimmed. There were dozens of other Elvises filling the convention center, and I joined the parade of costumed men and a few women as they made their way onto the showroom floor. The aisles were lined with booths, most of which were stocked with Elvis memorabilia. Some, though, had wig makers and makeup artists, costume designers and prop builders. There was even a local dry cleaner trying to drum up business which was probably working, since most Elvis outfits can’t be machine washed.

As I walked around, I took in all the other Elvises around me. Most of them were dressed as the iconic Vegas Elvis: white bell bottom jumpsuit, wide belt, big hair. It was kind of lame. I mean, half of them were overweight and balding. I guess it worked for their impersonations, and they all had toupees, but come on! I didn’t see more than a handful of guys (and one woman) dressed like I was. And, honestly, I was the best looking one of the bunch.

I was checking out one of the booths that sold Elvis karaoke sets including pre recorded songs for those Elvises who don’t sing themselves when one of the Vegas look alikes came over. I saw the outfit out of the corner of my eye, the white suit practically blinding me, and I expected to see another chubby, middle aged man when I turned to say hello. But Brad was the exact opposite. He looked like he was my age mid twenties and he was extremely toned. I could see his muscles through his outfit, which fit him like a glove, and he was cute, too. He had a handsome face, and his hair was very obviously real. I could tell by looking at it that it wasn’t a cheap hairpiece, and it looked soft and healthy, too.

“Hey, Jailhouse Rock, right?” he asked. “It looks good. I wanted to do something like that, but the people who get married at the wedding chapel where I work don’t really want to see rock and roll Elvis. For them, the tackier the better.”

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s easier in L.A., I guess,” I told him. “No one there has any expectations. Plus, I can do the James Dean thing if I have to, since the costumes aren’t that different. Makes it easier to get gigs.”

We chatted for a few minutes and then decided to go grab a bite to eat, since Brad mentioned he was hungry. I was, too, but not for lunch. Brad was the hottest Elvis I’d ever come across, and I would’ve happily skipped lunch and the rest of the convention in favor of getting into his bell bottoms.

Brad and I had a few beers with lunch, and the longer we sat around drinking, the more we flirted. It came to a head when we finally got up to go back to the convention. We bumped into each other as we stood from our seats, and Brad took the opportunity to kiss me. He was a good kisser, and his lips and tongue worked furiously to bring me pleasure.

I pushed my tongue between his lips as I started to kiss him back, and a second later I felt his hands on my ass and his dick pressing against mine through our costume pants. As soon as I felt how hard he was, I pushed him away and grabbed his hand to lead him through the restaurant, out to the lobby and into the elevator so we could go up to my room. He followed me without any hesitation, and the minute the door to the room was closed, he took over again, pushing me up against the wall and attacking my mouth a second time.

He kissed me for a few minutes before guiding me to the bed and pushing me down on my back. He crawled between my legs and unzipped my jeans, pulling out my hard cock. He started sucking me right away, and as I looked down at him, all I saw was his big hair at my crotch and his white polyester covered ass sticking up in the air. It looked like Elvis was giving me a blowjob and I guess, in a way, he was!

Brad really knew how to suck cock, and as he worked his mouth over my shaft, I fisted my hands in his hair and encouraged him to take me deeper in his throat. It was so hot to have him between my legs, blowing me, while we were both still in our costumes. It was the craziest, kinkiest thing I’d ever done in my Elvis getup, and I loved it!

Brad didn’t stop sucking my dick until I was ready to burst, and then he pulled off my cock with a loud pop and started to tug down my pants. He worked my jeans and underwear down until they were past my hips, far enough down that my ass and dick were both completely uncovered. Then he undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. His shaft was thick and hard, and I stared at it hungrily, wanting to suck it, but Brad had other ideas.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, producing a condom. He ripped into the wrapper with his teeth, freeing the rubber sheath, and then rolled the latex over his cock. I could see the thin coating of lube shining on the condom, and then all of a sudden he’d rolled me over onto my stomach and I couldn’t see him anymore.

He eased my asshole open with his fingers, which he’d obviously wet in his mouth, because they felt slick. His digits wiggled and twirled in my ass as he stretched me wide, and then he replaced his slim fingers with his much thicker cock. He filled my ass completely, and it felt incredible! I hadn’t hooked up with another guy in a while, and I’d forgotten how good it felt to have my ass stuffed, but Brad was quickly reminding me of the pleasures I’d been missing.

I felt him slide all the way in, until his balls were pressed against my body, and then he slowly slid out until only the head rested between my cheeks. He did this several times, warming me up even more than his fingers had, and then he started to really fuck me. He thrust harder, but he didn’t pound me furiously. He knew the perfect pace to use to get me turned on and make my already hard cock start to drip come.

When I turned my head to look at my partner, I swear it looked like I was being fucked by the King! The hair and sideburns and the Bedazzled polyester it was all there. Brad even had Elvis’s facial expressions, and every time he thrust hard into me, his lips seemed to twitch into Elvis’s patented smirk. I don’t know why, but that turned me on even more, and I felt my balls start to tingle. I was about to come!

I humped back to meet Brad’s next few strokes, and then I let loose, coming hard and shooting onto the comforter. Brad wasn’t far behind, and he came a moment later.

Afterward, Brad pulled out and went to the bathroom to discard the used condom and wash up a bit and fix his sideburns, which apparently weren’t real. When I’d straightened up as well, we went back down to the convention, making it just in time for the costume contest. Brad had entered, but the judges didn’t seem to think he was the Most Realistic Elvis. Maybe if they’d seen him as I had in the bedroom, fucking me he’d have won. . . .

Mr. Jared P., Los Angeles, California

SHOPPERS’ FIGHT LEADS TO RED HOT “MAKEUP SEX”

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I’m one of those people who waits until the last minute to do almost everything especially Christmas shopping. Even though I could buy things online or shop earlier in the year, I never do. Usually it results in a nightmare of a time trying to shop with all the other last minute gift givers, but last year I had an experience that made me appreciate the holiday season in a whole new way.

I saw a sweater that I knew would be perfect for my best friend, Betty. She loves low cut tops that show off her large breasts, and I knew that sweater would look amazing on her. But as I reached for it, someone else grabbed it, too. Soon we were in a tug of war, and I was so intent on winning I didn’t even look to see who my opponent was. “It’s mine!” I yelled, and tugged even harder, and the other person pulled as well, so I wound up barreling forward right into him. I’d initially expected my foe to be a woman, so when I stepped back and saw a man with bold blue eyes staring at me, I was taken aback.

“I grabbed it first,” I said more quietly.

“But this is the only thing I’ve seen that’d be perfect for my sister,” he said. I was grateful he hadn’t said girlfriend, but as hot as he was, I wasn’t about to back down.

“Well, there are plenty of other stores,” I said. “I need this, and it’s mine.”

“The mall is about to close and tomorrow is Christmas Day,” he said, somehow managing to loosen my grasp. We fought for a good ten minutes before we were told the store was going to close. In that time, I found out his name was Scott, and that he was an artist. He was working on a big project and hadn’t had time to go shopping because he’d been so wrapped up in his work. Even though we made friendly small talk in between arguing, he still held the beloved sweater as his prize.

I finally relented, and he marched up to the counter and paid for the sweater, while I seethed, but then he turned and offered it to me. “There’s a catch, though,” he said. “You have to come home with me.” He didn’t add, “and fuck me,” but that was implied, and when he said it, my first thought wasn’t: No way in hell. It was: How soon can you get your cock inside me? If the store hadn’t been closing, I might have dragged him into the fitting room and jumped him. Something about our battle for the sweater had turned me on. I don’t like guys who are so obsequious that you feel like they’d agree to anything you ask. Arguing with Scott had been like foreplay, like when a couple fights and then has hot sex only we were strangers about to have our own form of holiday makeup sex.

“What will you get your sister?” I finally asked, starting to feel badly.

Scott stepped closer to me and kissed me lightly on the lips while the clerk behind us made a clucking noise. “Let me worry about that,” he said, then whispered in my ear, “You just worry about your pussy being nice and wet for me.” Oh, my God! Having anyone talk dirty like that to me in public would’ve been a turn on, but from this man who I’d just met it made me practically gush.

As we walked away from the counter, Scott followed closely behind me, his fingers grazing my hip. As I fumbled with my purse, I felt his erection brush against my ass. I pressed back against him and felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, which caused me to shudder.

I composed myself, and we headed outside. “Where did you park?” I asked him, laughing when we found our cars only a few spots apart in the lot.

“My place or yours?” he asked me, pulling me close again and cupping my ass.

“How about yours?”

“You got it. Follow me.” As I got behind the wheel, I paused for a moment to grin at myself in the mirror. I was really about to go home with a man I’d just met. I’d done some wild things in my day, but I’d never had a one night stand or fucked someone so soon after we’d met. But maybe he was my Christmas present, a little reward for how hard I’d been working. Besides, no one would have to know. This tryst would be my secret.

I followed Scott inside his place, tingling with anticipation, and he turned and kissed me again. I quickly got lost in the feel of his lips on mine. His kisses hinted at how good the sex would be, but he wasn’t rushing anything along. He made it seem like we had all night to explore each other’s body. I felt myself melt in his muscular arms. I realized as I started to feel light headed that I didn’t need to know all the things you find out about a man on a first or second date to be clear on one thing: I was hot for him. And wet.

“I could kiss you all night,” he said. “But there are other parts of you I’d like to kiss besides your lips.”

“And what parts would those be?” I asked in a teasing tone, even though Scott had already moved on to one of them or rather, two: my breasts. He didn’t press too hard or lick too lightly. Instead, he worked my nubs into firm points, making me feel like I’d be content if that was all he did. At least, I felt that way until he sank to his knees and started to lick my pussy through my panties while I clutched at his hair. I’d had men go down on me before, but never so eagerly or with so much passion. Usually they wanted me to suck their cocks first. “Clarissa . . . I’m dying to taste your pussy. I can tell it’s going to be delicious.”

I hiked up my skirt and yanked off my panties so I could grant my new sex god his wish. He plunged his hot tongue inside me, and I shuddered at the sensation. Sure, I have a vibrator or two, like any modern single woman, but even the one that’s designed in the shape of a tongue isn’t the same as a hot blooded man who loves eating pussy more than anything. He was humming as his tongue fluttered all around my sex, and he spread me open so he could get better access.

I was eager to feel him inside me, but I didn’t want to rush him. Instead I enjoyed all of his attention. He ate me not just until I came, but afterward, too, slurping up all my juices and then heading back for more. It was like my pussy was a feast and he wanted to eat all he could. I loved every second of his tongue lashing. After about thirty minutes, he finally came up for air.

“You have the best tasting pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating,” he said. I didn’t have time to fully ponder his compliment because next Scott lifted me up and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. “I hope you know that was just a preview. Now I’m ready to show you a good time,” Scott told me. In moments, our clothes were off, and he was poised on top of me. His cock looked big, and when he pressed it into my wet cunt, I found out that wasn’t an optical illusion. His dick was thick and more than filled me up.

“Harder,” I moaned, and soon he was slamming into me, hitting my cervix with each powerful thrust.

“I’m gonna come soon. I wanna come on your face!” I nodded, excited by the idea. He pulled out and straddled me so that his cock was right in front of my face.

Scott frantically pumped his meat while I stuck out my tongue. Then I felt a blast of cream shoot across it. I closed my eyes and savored his taste while he continued to ejaculate. He kissed me when he was done, surely tasting some of his essence on me. We lay like that for about half an hour before I wiped off my chin with the back of my hand and gave him a kiss good bye and made my way out the door.

When I reached the car, I realized I had to do the right thing: I took the sweater out of the backseat and rang his doorbell. “This is rightfully yours. You were kind enough to give it to me, but your sister should have it. Merry Christmas, and I hope we get to see each other again soon.” He pulled me close for a lusty kiss right there on his doorstep.

“You can count on it,” he said.

I wound up telling Betty the whole story and not only did she forgive me for having to give her an IOU on her gift, she made me promise to cough up the details of our next encounter for her listening pleasure. So it was a very merry Christmas all around, and I can’t wait to see Scott again!

Ms. Clarissa P., Bellingham, Washington

HOW MANY FINGERS CAN HE FIT IN HER BACKDOOR?

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“I want to see how many fingers I can fit in your ass,” Bryan said to me as he worked the tip of his thumb against my puckered hole. He’d been giving me a massage for more than half an hour, the sensual kind complete with sweet smelling oil that left me practically melted into the bed. I’d been moaning and whimpering with pleasure as his powerful hands pressed deep into my sore muscles and relaxed me.

I enjoyed the sensation of his thumb probing me as his rubdown took a decidedly kinky turn. We’d never really gotten around to anal sex before. We’d been too busy fucking each other’s brains out all over town.

Bryan and I had done it in our car, in the bathroom of several restaurants, in the woods, and once he’d even fingered me as we sat in the local movie theater. He’d wriggled a finger up my ass during sex, but that was as far as our butt play had gone. For the first time my boyfriend seemed to be fixated on my back hole and he’d gotten me fixated on it, too. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate my asshole before it just wasn’t the focal point of my erotic musings. If I wanted to get fucked, it was in my pussy. But after that night, even when Bryan wasn’t around, I felt stirrings back there, twitchings of arousal that sometimes got me so curious that I had to lube up one of my fingers and rub myself there.

One evening he caught me doing just that. He’d come home sooner than I’d expected. It wasn’t a bad situation, but I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known he’d walk in on me. Maybe it was better that way, because I was genuinely ready for some backdoor action.

“Can I help you with that?” I heard, just as I started to work my index finger into my bottom. I pulled it out, blushing, and turned to Bryan.

“I don’t know, can you?” It might’ve sounded sarcastic coming from someone else’s mouth, but he knew what I really meant was: Would you please?

In moments, Bryan had settled behind me with a bottle of lube. First, though, he gave my asshole a thorough tongue bath, licking me along the edges of my puckered hole, and then pushing deep inside. He has a magical tongue, and he loves using it, whether licking my inner ear, swiping it along my neck, flicking my nipples or lapping at my pussy. Bryan was just as good at eating my ass, his tongue both wetting me and arousing me.

“Yes,” I said, followed by, “more.”

“More what, Sophie?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing, but there was a powerful edge to it. He knew what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it. He spread my asscheeks apart and blew lightly against my hole. I was blushing even more, knowing that he was staring at it so blatantly.

“I want more of you. I want you to fill me up back there, first with your fingers, then with your cock.” Saying the words further aroused me.

“You mean you want me to fuck you right here, in your ass?” he asked as he worked his thumb deeper into my hole. I was amazed at how sensitive the area was. I’d heard friends rave about anal sex, but I hadn’t been totally sold. I’d been concerned that Bryan’s plans were too grandiose for my ass. Maybe I could take one finger. But three, or even four or his dick? I wasn’t sure. But I discovered that with the help of some lube, a warm up and my heated fantasies, I could indeed take as much as Bryan wanted to give me.

“Yes,” I groaned when he pulled out, only to quickly open the lube bottle and smear some of it against my hole. Soon one of his slick fingers was slipping inside me. It felt good, but different from when he slammed into my pussy. He didn’t thrust so much as glide inside, and he didn’t slam it in as hard as he does when he finger fucks my cunt. Instead he seemed to be exploring, and soon another finger joined that one. I lifted my ass up higher into the air, curious if changing positions would alter the sensations.

“Oh yeah, raise your hips, show me that sweet ass, Sophie. I think you should show it off more often. Wear that red dress that clings to your cheeks and wear a thong, so it settles in right along your crack. Every man who sees you will want to do what I’m doing right now.” Bryan added another finger and kept telling me what a perfect butt I had. My pussy was starting to get very wet, and I was aching to touch my clit but didn’t want to move and risk dislodging him. I moaned, and Bryan used his other hand to slide beneath me and stroke my hardened nub.

“You want it all, don’t you, Sophie, you greedy girl? Am I going to have to bury a toy in your pussy while I fuck your ass? Because you know that’s what’s next. I have three fingers in your ass, and I’m about to add a fourth.” Hearing him say the words made me picture what all his fingers looked like in that snug space. I clutched him tightly, my anal canal spasming. “Oh yeah, you like that. You like letting me shove all these fingers in you, don’t you?”

Soon he was sliding his greased digits back and forth, and when they pressed all the way inside me, I can’t describe how wonderful it felt. I stretched to accommodate him, and in the process felt an orgasm fast approaching. “Give me your cock,” I demanded, knowing I wanted to come with his dick inside me.

Bryan didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled out, and I glanced back to see him wipe his hand on a towel before shifting so he was behind me and then pressing his cock against my opening. Because I was already lubed up and turned on, his dick as big as it is slid inside me easily. It didn’t slip in like his fingers had, but it wasn’t the challenge I’d been anticipating. It felt snug and perfect almost better than when I have it in my pussy.

This time, Bryan didn’t go slowly. He sawed in and out, shifting his angle until he found a spot that made me moan. I reached down to play with my clit, rubbing it in circles to the rhythm of his fucking. I couldn’t contain my excitement. “Sophie, why didn’t you tell me how much you like getting fucked like this?”

I figured it was a rhetorical question. The truth was: I’d had no idea anal sex could feel this good! It was incredible, and I didn’t want it to end, but Bryan was so excited. As he picked up the pace, I knew the end was near. He held my hips tightly and pumped into me, and soon I felt that glorious sensation of him shooting his load in my backdoor. That triggered my orgasm, and I trembled, my finger working overtime on my clit to push me over the edge.

When we were done, I turned to him and grinned. “That was amazing. I think it might be our best sex yet and that’s saying something.”

Bryan kissed me hard. “It certainly is. We’ll have to make sure we enjoy your ass more often.” I smiled at him, and we lay there for a while, eagerly anticipating our next anal adventure.

Ms. Sophie W., Wilmington, Delaware

CROSS DRESSING SANTA CLAUS SURPRISES HER BOYFRIEND WITH A SKIMPY OUTFIT THAT SHE WANTS HIM TO WEAR!

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When my girlfriend came home from her Christmas shopping excursion with a big bag from the costume shop amongst her purchases, I was curious to see what she’d bought. December wasn’t usually costume buying season, so I had no idea what she could possibly have in that bag.

She took her time hiding her other parcels in her office, and then came back with only the bag from the costume shop. She led me into the bedroom and then started pulling items out of the bag. A Santa hat, a red suit, black boots, a skimpy Mrs. Claus dress and a pair of heels that looked like they were made of tinsel and candy canes all came out of the bag one after the other. Clearly Melinda wanted us to dress as Kris Kringle and his wife. Since she hadn’t told me about it, I figured she’d seen the costumes and decided we should role play as everyone’s favorite jolly elves, and that was fine with me.

I picked up the Santa suit to see what it involved, but as I held it up, I noticed that it was a few sizes too small for me. Clearly there’d been a mix up at the store. But when I pointed it out to Melinda, she only giggled and shook her head. “That’s not for you,” she said, taking the suit from me and passing me the dress instead. “This is yours.”

The dress was short and skimpy and had lots of ruffles and fluff on it but it was definitely my size. I took another look at the high heels then, and I saw that they were much too big for Melinda’s tiny feet. They were, however, the perfect size for me. It seemed my girlfriend was up to something far kinkier than some simple Santa role playing.

“You haven’t dressed up in a while,” she explained, “and I thought, you know, ’tis the season. Besides, I think it would be fun to have sex with Mrs. Claus.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic, and I immediately agreed to take part in her crazy game.

The first thing Melinda did to help me get ready to play the role of Santa’s wife was drag me into the bathroom for a shower and shave and a good, hard fuck. She climbed into the shower with me, the hot water beating down on us, and, after helping me shave my legs, started stroking my cock. Her soft, wet hand felt really good, and I started to get stiff pretty quickly. She didn’t stop jerking my dick until I was rock hard, and then she pulled me against her and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on me. She was as horny as hell!

After a little maneuvering, I got her up against the tiled wall and slipped inside her pussy. I fucked her hard, but only for a few minutes, but it was enough to make us both climax. Then we resumed our shower.

Melinda and I took turns shampooing each other’s hair and scrubbing each other clean, and then we stepped out of the shower, turned off the water and took turns drying each other with our thick, soft towels.

Next, Melinda pulled out a makeup kit and started to do my makeup. We weren’t going out, so she skipped most of the usual steps, like foundation and concealer, but she did put bright blush on my cheeks and sparkly eye shadow across my lids. She even dug out a set of glittery false eyelashes and glued them in place, saying that Mrs. Claus had to look extra cheerful, and what better way to do that than with lots of glitter. As soon as my makeup was done, she pulled my usual wig out of its hiding place in the closet and pulled it into place on my head, sliding bits of my real hair under the band the held the wig in place. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good!

Before we could get dressed, Melinda wanted to do her own makeup, and she went back into the bedroom to get the bag from the costume shop. It seemed empty, but she reached in and pulled out a classic Santa beard, and she carefully put it on in the mirror, making sure it was straight and even. She even used my electric razor to trim a few stray hairs. Then it was costume time.

Melinda took her suit into the walk in closet to get dressed and let me have the bedroom. I didn’t have much to put on: a frilly dress, red stockings, sparkly heels and a Santa hat. I pulled the dress on first it was barely long enough to cover my dick then slid the stockings up my legs. They had thick elastic bands at the top to hold them up without garters, and they stopped a couple of inches below the hem of my dress. Next I stepped into the festive heels, then went to the mirror to put on the hat and get another look at myself.

I’m not going to lie and say I looked sexy, because mostly I looked like a guy in drag, but I didn’t look bad. Actually, I thought I looked pretty hot, considering.

My girlfriend came out of the closet a minute later, dressed in a slim fit red suit, high black boots and a big red Santa hat. She was the skinniest Santa I’d ever seen and had the biggest breasts, too but she looked good! I pulled her over to the bedroom door and pushed it closed, so we could look in the full length mirror that hung on the back. We looked a little crazy, but at the same time, I think we looked kind of sexy. It was a strange role reversal, me being Mrs. Claus while Melinda was dressed as the jolly old elf, but it was also a little bit hot so hot that I felt my dick start to rise as I admired our reflections.

I leaned over and kissed Melinda hard, sliding my tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. She tasted like a candy cane, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining her flavor or if she’d been sucking a peppermint stick while shopping. It didn’t matter either way.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against me, letting her feel my hard cock through her suit. She moaned into my mouth, getting more and more aroused, and then grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. We started moving toward the bed, and we crashed into it and fell onto the mattress a minute later. We continued kissing, rolling around and groping each other, until Melinda stopped me. She rolled us over so she was on top of me, then crawled away from me and got off the bed long enough to take off her beard and pants. She still had her hat, boots and jacket on as she climbed back on the bed, lifted the front of my dress and mounted me.

My sexy Santa slid easily onto my dick, and then she started to ride me. She went from zero to sixty in no time, furiously humping me almost the minute she got my stiff cock inside her. She’s only that aggressive when she’s really turned on, and it seemed my slutty Mrs. Claus costume had really done the trick for her.

Melinda fucked me with abandon, her body bouncing wildly on top of me. Each thrust brought me closer to my second orgasm, and when I felt like I was about to explode, I grabbed her hips and helped her pump even harder on my shaft. I wanted her to get off when I did.

A minute later, I shot off inside her pussy, and she let loose a flood of juices, her spasming cunt grabbing and releasing my dick as her hot liquid flowed down over my shaft.

For the next week, Melinda and I dressed up as Mr. and Mrs. Claus at least a half dozen times, most notably on Christmas Eve. She even had me sit on her lap and tell her what I wanted this year. It should come as no surprise that I got everything on my wish list!

Mr. Evan S., Via E Mail