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BUSINESSMAN’S TARDINESS RESULTS IN A SEXY PUNISHMENT FROM HIS SULTRY MISTRESS

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Every Tuesday at 7 p.m., I meet my mistress for a session. I go to her dungeon straight from work, which helps ensure that I’m always dressed appropriately. It also allows me to get to the dungeon at least a few minutes early every week, since I only work till five. The drive to Miss Elaine’s “office” takes only half an hour, leaving me plenty of time to have a quick bite to eat and still be early for my appointment. Usually, anyway.

Last week, I had a meeting with some new clients that ran extremely late, and by the time I left the office, it was already quarter to seven. I didn’t stop on the way to Miss Elaine’s, and I raced all the way there, but I was still ten minutes late. I knew my mistress wouldn’t be happy, and I prepared myself for a scolding as I rang the bell and waited.

It took my mistress longer than usual to come to the door, and I assumed it was part of my punishment, having to wait for her like she’d waited for me. I kept my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed the entire time I waited, and after a minute or two, she finally came to get me. She didn’t greet me when she opened the door, only gestured me inside and then stomped across the floor to the room we’d be using for our session as I followed quickly behind her.

Miss Elaine took me into the bedroom, the most normal room in her dungeon setup, and had me sit on the bed. She told me that since I was late, I’d have to deal with the vanilla setting in addition to a whipping, which is my usual punishment if I’ve misbehaved. I love the hardcore dungeon room, and I always get off best when we work in there, so having Miss Elaine put that room off limits for our scene was more of a punishment than a spanking or having to eat her out without being able to come myself. Actually, being forced to stay in that vanilla bedroom was the only part of my “punishment” that I considered a bad thing.

While my mistress watched, I stripped out of my business attire until I was down to my underwear, and then she demanded that I take those off, too. Once I was naked, Miss Elaine had me get on my hands and knees on the floor, and then she picked up a flogger that had been on the bed. I watched over my shoulder as she took her stance behind me and raised her flogger to her shoulder.

I turned my head forward again before she swung, and I felt the impact as the leather struck my ass. It seemed so strange to have Miss Elaine flogging me in the bedroom instead of the actual dungeon, but it didn’t feel any different. It still felt incredible!

Sometimes I’ll misbehave on purpose so my mistress will flog or spank me, because I like it so much. So while showing up late hadn’t been part of my plan, I was still reaping the benefits of my bad behavior.

My mistress continued whipping me, and each time her flogger hit me, I felt my dick jerk in excitement. I felt awful for making her wait for me because I was running late, but my remorse didn’t compare to how good the flogging made me feel. Miss Elaine didn’t stop until my cock was rock hard, and then she had me move onto the bed. She ordered me onto my back, and while I lay there, she started yelling at me. The verbal lashing is as much a turn on for me as a physical beating, and the more my mistress told me how I was “a lousy, no good, inconsiderate jerk,” the hotter I got.

As she lectured me on my bad behavior, she slowly unhooked her corset and then peeled off her leather skirt. She still had her tall heels on as she climbed onto the bed with me, and she moved up my body until she was straddling my chest. She stopped there for a moment, and she looked me straight in the eye as she told me that I was going to eat her cunt until she climaxed, but if I so much as dribbled a little pre come, she’d be done with me.

Once Miss Elaine was settled over my mouth, I started licking her gently. I’ve been with my mistress for three years, so I know what she likes, and the best way to make her come is to start slow and build to something more frantic. I flattened my tongue and dragged it across her pussy lips and up over her clit, then drew it back into my mouth and repeated the move over and over. When I felt her little clit harden under my tongue and tasted the first drops of dew, I started to work a little faster.

Next I pointed my tongue and began to thrust it between her lips and inside her cunt, slowly fucking her with it. I alternated that with tracing circles around her clit, and within a minute or two, I felt her starting to really drip into my mouth.

I’d barely tasted her juices when I felt Miss Elaine’s hand on my cock. While I continued eating her pussy, she started running her fingers up and down my shaft. She was actively trying to get me to come so that she could punish me again, but I was determined not to blow it.

I kept thrusting my tongue in and out of my mistress’s cunt, going faster and faster as I tried to get her off, and her fingers started moving faster on my cock at the same time. The more furiously I fucked her, the more she tickled and teased my dick, until I thought I was going to climax before she did. I didn’t want to upset my mistress by coming, so I picked up the pace on her cunt and even added a hand, using a finger to rub her clit frantically while I continued to fuck her with my tongue.

Soon Miss Elaine was gyrating on my face as she got closer to her orgasm, and eventually she was so excited that she dropped my dick and focused on her pleasure. I continued munching on her pussy until she came, flooding my mouth with her juices and moaning above me.

She sat on my face for another minute before climbing off me and dressing herself. She shimmied into her skirt and then cinched her corset once more. Meanwhile, I lay on the bed, waiting to hear whether I’d pleased her. As soon as she was dressed, she turned her attention to me and told me I’d been a good boy. “Your behavior hasn’t made up for you being late,” she insisted, “though you are forgiven for your tardiness.” She then informed me that as soon as she left, I could jerk off to completion because she didn’t want me to come in her presence. Then she said good night and left.

The minute my mistress exited the room, I grabbed my dick and started pumping it in my fist. It didn’t take long, and after maybe a minute of jacking off, I came. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of my climax, then straightened up the bedroom for my mistress, dressed, placed my tribute on the nightstand and left.

The following week, I made sure to be on time for my appointment with Miss Elaine. But if I ever feel like I need a real punishment, I now know what to do to get her all riled up!

Mr. Sam C., Denver, Colorado

HER FORGETFULNESS IS CAUSE FOR A CORRECTIVE WHIPPING

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I’m not a forgetful person when I’m on the job I can’t afford to be, since I run a high end shop that caters to wealthy clients looking for the perfect gift. It wouldn’t be long before I’d be out of business if I mixed up orders or sent the wrong items. But while work’s been fine, I’ve been letting things slip in my personal life. My first guess as to why that was the case was that I’m so preoccupied with the details of my job that minor chores, like picking up the dry cleaning, didn’t seem as important to me. But I eventually realized that my “accidental” actions might be connected to my subliminal hunger for kink. After I thought about it, I decided that my screwups must’ve come about because of my subconscious desire to be punished.

My husband and I try to divvy up household duties as best we can, and I know Wes’s job as a lawyer keeps him busy, too, so he relies on me to do my share. He’d been patient with my recent spate of forgetfulness, but I could tell that I was pushing my luck.

The situation came to a head the other day when I forgot to book our vacation cruise in time to take advantage of a special discount. Despite having a reminder pop up on my phone and another land in my inbox, the day went by without me booking the trip. I kept meaning to do it, but more important stuff kept coming up. Later that night, when Wes asked me if I’d taken care of the arrangements, the look on my face told him everything.

On the outside, Wes and I don’t look like kinky people but we are. I love getting spanked and serving my husband, and he loves being the boss, telling me what to do, and most of all, taking me over his knee. For us, it’s not only incredibly hot, but a way to de stress and let off steam. Our workday cares fade into the background as his hand or his belt connects with my ass. I can’t explain why, but I find our scenes to be a dirty form of relaxation and recreation, and while it’s not a necessity, adding a bit of role playing or an element of “punishment” adds to the occasion for me.

We’d both been so busy lately that it had been weeks since we’d enjoyed a kinky scene. I guess that I’d been itching to be punished, so without realizing it, I created an opportunity for myself. I knew how important this trip was to Wes and how much he wanted to save the extra cash. Not booking this trip was the perfect way to push his buttons.

In response to his annoyance and disbelief, all I said was, “I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for what I did. I was very bad.” My words, along with my subdued tone, let him know that I was entering submissive mode. Seeing my downcast eyes and hearing my voice was like flicking a switch for him. He fell into character right away.

“You’re right you’ve been very bad, Trudy. A grown woman like yourself needs to be held accountable. You’ve been irresponsible and deserve to be punished.” I nodded. “I want you to call tomorrow and make the arrangements for our cruise, so I’m going to help you remember. Get undressed and bend over the bed. I’m going to give you twenty with my belt. After each lash, I want you to say, ‘I won’t forget the reservations.’ You’re going to be reminded every time you sit tomorrow.”

I stripped as ordered, but before he began to whip me, he made me kiss the tip of his belt. That act always makes my pussy drip with wetness the smell of the leather, the acknowledgement that it will soon slice through the air and strike my bare ass. Wes likes the sound the belt makes, and he cracked it the air before hitting my right asscheek. I muffled my groan as I remembered his instructions. “I won’t forget the reservations,” I said as quickly as I could. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the next lash landed upon my left asscheek, and I repeated the words again.

I focused on breathing deeply, because even though I enjoy being punished by his hand, belt or any other implement it does hurt, and breathing helps me process the sensations. Even though the belt’s impact was harsh, my cunt responded to each lash, growing wetter with every stroke. We settled into a steady rhythm, but the second Wes felt I was comfortable, he struck the tops of my thighs, making me squeal. He knows I’m extra sensitive there. It’s a fine line to walk, but he does it expertly, bringing me just the right amount of pleasure/pain. “Very good, Trudy,” he said after lash eight, as he ran his fingers along my hot skin, tracing the marks he was leaving on my flesh. I didn’t have to see them to know they were there.

Then it was time for my final twelve lashes, and he made them count. At one point I clenched my butt cheeks tightly, steeling myself for the blow. “Come on now, Trudy, you know I’m not going to hit you if you do that.” That was his ingenious way of getting me to relax I wanted the spanking more than I didn’t want it. I always do. So I took another deep breath and prepared myself for the pleasure as well as the pain. When it came, it was intense, but wonderful, too, and my pussy was getting slicker and slicker. When the final blow landed, the warmth from my ass had extended throughout my lower half, making me tingle all over.

“My bad, bad girl,” he sighed, and then leaned down to kiss each asscheek.

Wes got on the bed and unzipped his jeans to free his cock, before motioning me to climb aboard. I sat down on his erection, my dripping pussy enveloping him in one smooth motion. He grabbed my sore ass and gripped it extra hard as he controlled the movement of my cunt up and down his shaft. “Your pussy is making my cock shiny with your juices,” he said. “Now touch yourself, Trudy, touch that sweet clit for me.”

I looked where he was looking at his cock sliding in and out of me and stroked my clit. It wasn’t long before the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm washed over me, and I trembled as I came, my cunt tightening around his shaft. He tapped my ass lightly, and I tumbled forward, hugging and kissing him as he rammed his dick upward and came with a loud groan. I felt the hot splash of his cream inside me and smiled as I buried my face in his neck.

“You look so beautiful,” he said as he pulled me off him and turned me over onto my side so he could admire my ass. For the first time in weeks, I felt completely satisfied.

When he went to take a shower, I picked up the phone and called the travel agency. It was a few hours past the official cutoff for the discount, but I was hoping maybe they’d cut me a break. As it turned out, they had a cancellation and were more than willing to book us on the exact cruise we’d wanted with the lower price. I was thrilled. Not only had we gotten the deal, I’d received a sexy punishment as a bonus!

I told Wes the happy news when he emerged from the bathroom, wearing just a towel. “That’s wonderful, Trudy. I hope you don’t think that your spanking was in vain, though.”

“Not at all. In fact, I might need another one tomorrow. I’ll have to see what I can do to warrant it.”

He grinned at me, then dropped the towel and slid into bed, once again hard and ready.

Ms. Trudy L., Baltimore, Maryland

SHE’LL KEEP HER NEIGHBOR’S SISSY SECRET FOR A PRICE

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While my boyfriend commutes to work every day, I toil at home. I run my own business from my home office, which is on the second floor of our rented house. My office window happens to overlook our neighbor’s patio. I usually hear nothing from next door during the day. However, several weeks ago I heard the clicking of high heels on the concrete driveway. My first thought was that my neighbor, Todd, had a female friend over at his house, and being a little nosy, I thought I’d take a peek.

I went over to the window and looked outside. I saw a cute blonde dressed in an adorable French maid outfit. I was careful to keep my presence a secret because I didn’t want to interrupt the romantic play that I figured Todd and this woman were having. But then something happened that threw me for a loop: The woman’s cell phone rang, but when she answered the call, I heard Todd’s voice! My God, I thought, Todd is a cross dresser!

I stood by the window, listening and watching, and I finally went downstairs and opened the sliding door, which led out to the backyard. I quietly kicked off my shoes and snuck closer to the fence. I peered through, and, yep, there was Todd in full makeup, a blonde wig, and that sweet French maid uniform. I climbed up onto a lounge chair near the fence, looked over and startled the hell out of him. He realized right away that I’d discovered his secret, so he didn’t run. He knew it was too late for that. He stuttered and stammered, telling me that he liked to dress up while he cleaned his house, adding that he thought I’d gone for the day because he saw my car pull out of the driveway that morning. What he didn’t realize is that my boyfriend’s car was in the shop, so he’d borrowed mine.

Todd stood there staring at me, his beautiful face blushing. I took it upon myself to make the next move, and came around the fence to pay him a more personal visit. Once I was there, I made him strut around the yard. Those four inch heels made a sexy click clacking sound, and when he twirled, his white petticoats flared out. I loved the way he looked. To be honest, it kind of turned me on.

Todd looked worried and begged me not to tell a soul. With a twinkle in my eye, I told him I wouldn’t but that it would cost him.

Since Todd worked the twilight shift, from four o’clock to midnight, I knew he had the daytime free. I suggested that he could be my maid, because I hated keeping house while trying to operate my business. That suggestion must have hit a submissive nerve in him because he jumped at the chance. I took him by the hand and pulled him over to my house. I instructed him to get busy washing the dishes. Since it was Friday, I told him I would make up a list of his weekly chores, and that on Monday I expected my maid to appear promptly at nine in the morning.

On Monday morning, Todd was on my doorstep in his freshly laundered and ironed French maid uniform, including stiff, white petticoats and a white lace cap perched atop his blonde wig. I showed Todd his work schedule. Every morning, he was to wash the dishes from the night before, wash the breakfast dishes, prepare my lunch, and clean up afterward. On Monday, he had to change the linens on the bed. Tuesday he had to do the laundry and ironing, as well as vacuum. Wednesday and Thursday were for odd jobs, like dusting and cleaning out the refrigerator. Each afternoon before my boyfriend came home, Todd had to water the plants in the garden. If there were no other chores to do, I’d put him to work performing secretarial duties in my office.

I soon found that with Todd’s help, I was able to generate more revenue. I decided to reward Todd with gifts of new dresses smart looking professional outfits that added to the atmosphere of a real office. After doing his housework in the morning, Todd would change from his uniform and become my pretty secretary. He looks beautiful in a dress, hosiery and heels. We started taking breaks away from the house, having lunch at local restaurants and shopping together at the mall. Todd and I became close friends.

Usually by nine o’clock I am dressed and waiting for Todd’s knock on the door. One recent Monday, my boyfriend and I were running late, so I hadn’t had time to change out of my negligee by the time Todd arrived. I let him in, apologizing for not being dressed properly and said that I hoped he wasn’t embarrassed to see me wearing my tiny baby doll. I could tell from the lustful look in his eyes, however, that he didn’t mind at all. I don’t know why, but at that moment I blurted out that my boyfriend always fucks me before he leaves for work in the morning and leaves my pussy oozing come. I told him I usually take a shower before his arrival, but I hadn’t yet had the chance.

I started to leave the room, but impulsively I turned back toward him. I suggested that maybe his first chore of the morning should be to clean out my pussy with his tongue. I grabbed him by his choker, led him to an armchair, pushed him down to his knees, and sat myself in front of him. I draped my legs over the arms of the chair and told him to get going. He immediately slurped up the come that had dribbled down my thigh and then got to work cleaning my pussy.

Todd’s tongue was a gift. My boyfriend would never go down on me after sex, but my little maid ate my creamy pussy without hesitation. Whenever he stopped to take a breath, I nudged his head back down and told him I would tell him when I was satisfied. He continued lapping at my cunt for more than forty five minutes, which made me wetter and wetter. After I had multiple orgasms and was sated, I pushed him away and told him to prepare my breakfast while I showered and dressed.

Cleaning my pussy has become Todd’s first chore of the morning. Within seconds of his arrival, he heads straight for the chair and kneels before it, waiting for me to sit down. On one of those occasions just last week, I looked at him with a smirk on my face and told him I had a surprise. That morning my boyfriend had loaded up my ass with come, so I knelt on the chair and presented my dripping hole to Todd. I enjoyed having his tongue licking me back there, and I rubbed my clit until I came while his tongue probed my backdoor. Having Todd clean my ass made him truly submissive to me. I adore him, and he will always be my special maid.

Ms. Isabella K., Trenton, New Jersey

HE’S MARRIED TO A WOMAN, BUT HIS FAVORITE EROTIC MEMORIES ARE OF MEN

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I’m thirty years old and consider myself straight. I’m married to a beautiful woman, and we make love almost every day. But my secret one that even Claire doesn’t know about is that I’ve had male lovers. There have been none since she and I met, though sometimes I am tempted to pick up where I left off. This secret is something I never intend to reveal because I don’t think she’d understand, but those episodes were some of the most explosive experiences of my life.

When I was in college, I was curious enough to let my roommate, Mike, watch me jerk off. I knew that he was bisexual and wouldn’t have a problem with seeing another man’s penis up close, and he didn’t. In fact, he wanted to “help” me by licking my cock. It wasn’t quite a blowjob, more like me jerking off while he occasionally licked my cockhead, moaned, and touched himself. Knowing that being so close to my cock turned him on also excited me, and it made me curious about what it would be like to be in his position, to taste another man’s dick. I wasn’t ready to try that yet, but after that night, Mike and I masturbated in front of each other a lot, and I was all ears when he’d come home from his dates.

Once I even watched him with another guy. He’d called me from the restaurant during his date and asked if he could use the room. I’d played hardball, saying he could bring the guy back, as long as I got to watch them. There was a muffled pause, before he said, “Brad thinks that’s hot.” The idea that this other man wanted me to watch him fuck my roommate was enough to make my dick instantly hard.

I held off on playing with myself until they arrived but barely. I watched some gay porn, even though I knew it would only make me more hot and impatient. It also made me consider things I’d never thought about before, like what position the two might use to have anal sex. I’d played with my own anus before, but that was as far as I’d gone. Could I take a cock back there?

I was still pondering that thought when the two of them stumbled into the room. “Hey,” Mike said. “This is Brad. He has a really big cock.” Hearing those dirty words gave me a thrill. When Mike and I had messed around, we hadn’t actually spoken in much detail about what we were doing. “Do you want to see it, Jack?”

“Yes, I do,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray how eager I was.

“Do you want to taste it?” Brad asked. I looked from one to the other. I wasn’t sure what was appropriate, since Brad was Mike’s date. “Mike already got a taste. We couldn’t wait,” Brad explained.

“Go ahead, I don’t mind,” my roommate said. So that’s how I wound up giving a guy head for the first time while my roommate watched! Having his eyes on me made me nervous, but even if I wasn’t the perfect cocksucker, I was enthusiastic.

“I had a feeling you didn’t only like pussy, Jack,” Mike said as I heard him unbuckle his belt. My eyes were fixed on Brad’s crotch, though, as he unzipped his pants and revealed what was, indeed, a very big cock. I’d seen enough porn to know it was above average in both length and girth. I’d gone down on a few girlfriends and been told I was a natural at eating pussy, and I hoped that skill translated to sucking dick. “He’ll like it most if you just suck on the head. You don’t have to worry about deep throating him,” my roommate offered.

Heeding Mike’s advice, I took only the tip of Brad’s swollen cockhead between my lips, even though I longed for more. “Very good,” Brad said, gruffly patting my head. He didn’t make loud sounds of pleasure like those I’d previously heard from girls, but his dick pulsed in my mouth in such a way that let me know he was appreciating my actions. I kept sucking, tentatively running my tongue along the head, and feeling my own dick pulse in my pants. I was so excited to be doing something forbidden, with someone who’d clearly been around the block. I wondered how many blowjobs Brad had gotten from guys. When I looked up at him and saw his eyes half closed, I grabbed the base of his cock and held tight.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna come.”

I kept stroking and sucking his cock as I wondered what his come would taste like. Yes, I’d tasted my own I was curious. But having another guy shooting into my mouth was a different experience. As Brad got closer to his climax, he bucked his hips harshly, shoving his cock deep down my throat. But right as he was about to come, he pulled back slightly so that the first spurt shot across my tongue. That blast hit me so quickly that I swallowed it before I could process the taste, but lucky for me Brad had even more. I kept sucking him until it was all gone, and I found that I loved his flavor even more than I’d liked the taste of pussy.

When he was done coming, Brad let out a sigh and grinned at me. I smiled back. I felt like I’d accomplished a major life goal, and even if I never sucked another cock again, I’d be happy. After that, Brad wound up blowing Mike while I watched, and then I went to sleep and let the two of them have as much privacy as they could in our cramped dorm room.

During the rest of college, Mike remained my roommate. Through that time, I had a few girlfriends, and he had flings with men and women. I didn’t think much about my bisexual experience until we were nearing graduation, and then Mike brought it up. “Do you ever think about that time . . . with Brad?” he asked.

I knew what he was talking about. “I do it was one of the hottest nights of my life,” I told him honestly.

“I wondered if, well, you’d want to have another go at it, like one last hurrah?”

All of a sudden, I did. My last girlfriend and I had parted ways three weeks before, and I was very horny. “Will you suck me off, too?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah,” Mike said, and just like that we were kissing, his fingers playing with my nipples while I stroked his cock. Unlike Brad, Mike wanted me to swallow his entire length right from the start, and I was more confident in my cocksucking abilities. I loved feeling my lips hit his pubic hair and the way he reacted when they did. I also liked that nobody knew what we were doing but us. (I’ve never told anyone about these college adventures until now.) When Mike was ready to come, which didn’t take long, he asked if he could give me a facial. I nodded, and soon he was splattering my face with his sticky cream.

Mike shoved some of it into my mouth, and I sucked his fingers as I had his cock. Then he returned the favor, and it was literally one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever received from anyone. Mike just loved having a dick in his mouth, so much so that I almost had a hard time believing he even liked girls. He was making noises and getting into sucking me. I knew he’d want every last drop of my come, so I let him know when I was ready, and then I unleashed my load.

Mike did swallow every drop, and he seemed almost disappointed that I couldn’t produce more. We fooled around a few more times before school ended, but since then I never found another guy with whom I could indulge that side of myself.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told Claire my dirty little secret. Maybe she’d find it sexy enough to want to watch me with another man. I’m not sure I have the guts to reveal this to her, but the idea provides plenty of fodder when I’m jerking off on my own.

Mr. Jack R., Via E Mail

MATCHMAKING PARTY LEADS TO AN ALL GIRL TRIPLE PLAY

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When my closest friends Dana and Liz told me they were throwing a matchmaking party, where single ladies like me could meet other single ladies, I immediately accepted their invitation. I usually date men, but lately I’d been longing for a different experience and wanted a female lover. Little did I know that I was going to get my wish fulfilled times two!

The three of us have a few mutual friends, but Dana and Liz take yoga classes and play sports, whereas I’m more into going out to bars and singing karaoke. That meant that there would be plenty of ladies in attendance that I’d never met. I was eager to flirt with as many women as possible! I didn’t need to find a new girlfriend that very night a one night stand would momentarily satisfy my girl lust.

I didn’t wear a bra or panties with my retro cherry print dress. Going commando always makes me feel sexy, which makes me a better flirt. When I arrived, the party was just getting started, and I helped put out the chips, dip and sodas. I was nibbling on a chip myself and almost choked on it when I noticed that a beautiful woman with waist length red hair was checking me out! I quickly swallowed and smiled at her, my body tingling all over. Just the sight of her was turning me on, but before I could act, a blonde put her arm around the redhead and whispered in her ear. Damn! Why were all the hot women taken?

I decided to ask my hostesses what the story was with those two, but before I could, the redhead came over to me. “Hi, I’m Kelly, and that’s my girlfriend, Donna,” she said, pointing to the short haired woman I’d seen whispering in her ear. “We’d like to take you home with us.” She stood there, waiting for my reaction. It took me a few seconds to process what she was saying!

“Sure,” I answered before I could think twice. I’d been looking to get laid, so how could I refuse this enormous opportunity? Kelly, Donna and I chatted and flirted some more, until we were so ravenous for each other that we had to leave the party.

I told Liz I’d pick up my car later and got a ride with my dates back to their place. “You two can take the backseat,” Donna said, picking up on the heavy sexual chemistry between Kelly and me. I liked Donna, too, but Kelly was the lady I most wanted to taste.

We cuddled in the backseat, whispering, kissing and stroking each other. She told me about some of their toys, and I told her I wanted to eat her pussy. “Kelly likes to have her hair pulled,” Donna tossed out from the front seat, and she was right! The moment I tugged on her beautiful red locks, she let out a different kind of moan than the ones she’d been emitting when we’d initially kissed.

We kept groping each other throughout the whole ride, and I kept tugging on her hair. Kelly’s pussy had to be soaking wet by the time we stepped out of the car at their home.

“Thanks for the hair pulling tip,” I said to Donna. But the joke died on my lips as Donna gave me a sexy once over.

“What about you, Evelyn? What do you like?” she asked.

“I like to be tied up,” I said impulsively. It’s true: I love the sensation of being bound. It doesn’t matter what it’s done with, as long as I can’t escape and am at a lover’s mercy. Sit on my face, tickle me, spank me it’s all good. I didn’t say any of that to Donna, but I trusted them to tie me up and make sure I had a good time.

“You and Kelly both,” she said. “Maybe I’ll tie you both up or just you, Evelyn.”

We got inside their place, and Donna took charge I guess that’s what happens when you have two girlie girls who are somewhat submissive. Kelly and I went into the bedroom and stripped as instructed, while Donna rummaged around for something in the living room. She finally entered the bedroom holding a collar, which she slipped around Kelly’s neck. It was silver and made her look even more beautiful. Then she took out some rope from the closet and had me lay down, then expertly rigged me up so all four of my limbs were tethered to the bedposts. This was more intense play than I was used to experiencing, but I liked it.

“Play with her,” Donna ordered Kelly. I liked being their sex object it turned me on.

She sucked on my nipples hard, and though she was more rough than I was accustomed to, it made me hot. When I turned to look at Donna, I saw that she was wearing a giant strap on cock and was holding a bottle of lube. “Check to see how wet Evelyn is,” Donna ordered Kelly. I smiled, because clearly they knew their way around dominant/submissive games. Kelly switched from my nipples to my pussy, lapping at me hungrily. If I hadn’t been wet before, I surely was then, and when Kelly worked three fingers inside me, she flashed Donna a thumbs up with her free hand while I gasped happily. But she didn’t stop there, tickling my belly with licks and kisses, and finger fucking me until I came.

“Now she’s ready,” Kelly declared. She moved aside so Donna could get on top of me, and soon Donna was rubbing her lube slicked cock against my cunt. While I hadn’t been as attracted to Donna initially, now that I was seeing her nearly naked, she was stunning. Her tits were full and gorgeous, and as she slipped her cock into my pussy, she said to Kelly, “Sit on her face.”

I groaned with pleasure because I’d been dying to taste Kelly’s sweetness all night. “I want her to eat your ass.” Well, that was even better!

Kelly lowered herself onto me, facing Donna and frigging her clit while I plunged my tongue into her backdoor. I’d never licked a girl’s ass from this position, and while I had less control, I didn’t mind. Having Kelly writhe above me while Donna’s cock filled my cunt was exactly what I needed, and before long, I came again.

Kelly raised herself up slightly, still squatting over me as she stroked her clit. As she climaxed, her flowing juices trickled down into my mouth. She moved to the side, and I licked my lips as I looked at Donna working the toy in and out of my slit. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, and soon she was coming as well, no doubt aided by the pressure of her cock against her hot spot.

Donna pulled out of me and kissed me for the first time, and then kissed Kelly. “Do you want to be untied?” she asked. No one had ever asked me that after bondage sex it was just assumed. I considered her question.

“Could you untie my feet but then tie my wrists above my head?”

Donna smiled, and as she unfastened the ropes that were wrapped around my ankles, Kelly rearranged my hands. I stayed tied up for another sexy hour, while they continued to play with me, using a variety of vibrators to get me off again and again.

I got home at six in the morning, and I wasn’t even tired! I heard via Liz that they want to see me again for another threesome. I’m more than happy to spend another night with that very sexy duo.

Ms. Evelyn M., Tampa, Florida

BLIND DATE LEADS TO A FRISKY THREEWAY

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When my friend Marcy told me she had a friend that she wanted to set me up with, I was thrilled. I got even more excited when she showed me Carly’s photo. She was a smoking hot chick and just my type, with a wild mane of long, black hair, tattoos and smoky eyes. I’m a bit punk rock myself, and I’m more likely to be wearing Doc Martens and all black rather than a suit. My hair is on the long side, too, and I’ve worn an earring for years. Prim and proper types don’t do it for me, and Marcy knew that. She told me she’d speak to Carly and get back to me. A few weeks passed before I heard from her again: “There’s good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

“How about the bad news?” I said.

“Okay, the bad news is Carly has a new boyfriend.” I sighed audibly. “But wait! The good news is . . . she’s still interested in you.”

“Do you mean they have an open relationship?”

“Well, yes, but she doesn’t want to see you separately. She wants to be with you and her boyfriend. Together. Like a threesome. What do you think?”

I paused, unsure what to say. Did my alternative attitude extend as far as getting naked with another guy? My instinct was no, but my cock was still hard for Carly. I’d been jerking off to her photo since Marcy had sent it to me. I didn’t want to give up the idea of a hot date with her. “Can I see his photo? Or maybe one of them together?” I asked.

“Sure, I’ll e mail a few to you now,” she said. I was pleased that Marcy was prepared, and when I opened up the four racy images she’d sent, I found my cock getting hard. They looked good together, and the idea that Carly and Trevor were willing to share themselves with me was thrilling. Besides, I’d already gotten myself set on getting into Carly’s panties, and I’d have been disappointed if I had to give up having such a sweet piece.

If the three of us didn’t click, I knew I could politely decline their sexy invite, so I decided to meet them one night and see how it went. After all, we weren’t talking about a big commitment, only a couple of drinks.

Carly and I had chatted on the phone and decided to get together at a bar. When I arrived, they were already there, sitting in a booth. Trevor had his arm draped around Carly’s shoulder, and they seemed to be having a good time. She had her hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing a lacy black top that was unbuttoned to reveal the edges of her padded bra. My cock twitched in my pants she was even hotter in person than I expected.

Carly smiled and stood up to greet me, giving me a hug rather than a handshake. She had a big smile on her face, and I got the impression that she was a naturally sunny person. When I got a whiff of her perfume, I wanted to bury my face in her neck while I buried my cock inside her cunt. I hoped I passed their inspection, because I was dying to fuck her. I just needed to get more comfortable with the concept of Trevor being there, too.

It took me two beers over the course of the next hour to get to the point where a threeway seemed like a good idea. Carly flirted with both of us as we chatted. She’d stroke my arm and give me winks but made sure to kiss and paw at Trevor, too.

At one point, Carly got up to use the restroom and Trevor said, “Hey, man, I know you’re new to this, so I just wanted to tell you that whatever you want to do is okay. I’m not into guys, if you’re worried about that. I just like making Carly happy.”

“That’s cool,” I said, and it was.

Knowing that he wasn’t out to fuck me, or that Carly didn’t have a fetish for watching two guys getting it on, really set me at ease. And by that point, my cock was as hard as a rock and throbbing crazily. Knowing that I was going to get to share this hot chick with her guy was getting me turned on like nothing else ever had.

Soon Carly was back, and instead of sitting next to Trevor, she sat by my side. She nestled up against me, and her hand quickly found its way to my crotch. I’m sure I must have reacted in a way that let Trevor know something was going on, because he smirked at us. Before long, she was sitting on my lap and wiggling against my erection.

“You smell so good,” I whispered in her ear, and then she turned toward me and kissed me on the lips.

“I want to take you home, Kevin,” she announced boldly.

“I’d really like that,” I answered, shifting us out of the booth and helping her to her feet. Without another word, the three of us headed outside. We decided that Carly should drive with me in my car, and she did, keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk throughout the trip back to her place.

“Which do you want to fuck first, Kevin: my pussy, my ass, or my mouth?” she asked boldly, as we pulled into her driveway. I liked that she was so direct and so dirty.

“Your mouth I bet your lips would feel amazing wrapped around my cock.” This time I was the one who placed her hand on my dick. “Feel what you’ve done to me,” I said, and then I groaned as she gave my hard cock a squeeze.

“Let’s go inside,” she murmured with a wicked smile.

Carly and I walked up the stairs to her bedroom, with my hand on her ass and Trevor following close behind. Once inside, I sat on the edge of the bed and Carly got on her knees to blow me. Trevor sat on the floor next to her and started spanking her softly, which made her moan around my cock. “More,” I said, meaning I wanted her to take all of my cock, but Trevor took the word as a cue to hit her bottom harder. The more he spanked her, the more aggressively she sucked my cock, and before long I was ready to shoot.

“I want you to swallow all of his come, Carly,” Trevor whispered, his dirty words making her work me even harder.

I stroked her hair, coiling it around my hand as I thrust upward and fucked her mouth. “Are you ready, Carly?” I asked, and she murmured a garbled yes. I groaned and felt pulse after pulse of jizz shoot out of my dick as Carly dutifully swallowed every last drop. Trevor didn’t stop spanking her, and continued to slap her bottom as she drank down my load. I’d never seen a more sexy sight well, that is until I saw her blow Trevor. Watching her go at his cock was hotter than I’d expected. I finger fucked her while she was doing it, and she squirmed excitedly against my hand. I could tell how turned on she was getting from giving head. That’s my kind of girl!

Once Trevor and I recovered, I got another awesome blowjob, while he pounded her hot pussy from behind. The three of us fucked and sucked until we were exhausted and fell asleep.

The next morning, Carly walked me to the door. “I’m so glad Marcy set us up. I hope you’ll come back again. Last night was fun.”

“Anytime,” I told her, before getting into my car to leave.

I went straight home and jerked off yet again to the thoughts of Carly, but this time Trevor was in my fantasies, too. Now that I know how exciting threesomes can be, I’m definitely looking forward to having more.

Mr. Kevin V., Portland, Maine

SILVER HAIRED WOMAN TEACHES HIM HIS PLACE BETWEEN HER THIGHS!

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Last year, I was at a party at an off campus apartment and couldn’t help but notice a woman who was standing across the room. She had shockingly bright silver hair that looked so vibrant. At first, I thought it was a wig, but the more I looked, the more I realized it was real. Her face didn’t look much older than thirty five, and she flashed a warm smile as she spoke to my some of my students. (I’m in grad school and work as a T.A.) I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and my dick instantly got hard.

I’ve always had a thing for older women I lost my virginity at eighteen to one of my teaching assistants. She knew a lot about sex and showed me everything from how to make her squirt to how to suck her clit until she screamed. Since then, I’ve always preferred older ladies. They know what they want, and they’re not shy about asking for it. It makes sex a lot more fun when there aren’t any inhibitions. In contrast, a lot of girls my age I’m twenty three have hang ups when it comes to sex, and they won’t speak up and let me know if what I’m doing works for them. I’m good, but I’m not a mind reader!

I walked over to the silver haired woman, who held a glass of white wine in her perfectly manicured hand. Her nails were painted in a soft pink, and she wore a long white dress and sandals. She seemed very comfortable in her skin and exuded a sexy confidence. It was like she knew that she didn’t have to try so hard, like the younger girls in their skimpy skirts and low cut tops.

“This looks like it’s not really your scene,” I said, trying to sound sympathetic as I glanced over at a group of boisterous frat boys.

“And what do you think my scene would be?” she asked, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Her tone was questioning, but not hostile she sounded like she truly wanted to hear my answer.

“I don’t know, I guess something more sophisticated.” Having graduated last year, I felt like I was too old for such a raucous party.

“Well, I do like the unexpected,” she replied enigmatically. “What about you? What are you doing here?”

She turned to face me, and I saw a sparkle in her green eyes that made my heart pound.

“Some students of mine invited me. I’m a teaching assistant for the English department.” Then even though she hadn’t asked, I started a monologue about my studies on Victorian literature, but she cut me off with a finger placed over my lips.

“I’m not really interested in what you do for a living,” she said with an airy disinterest. “I’m more interested in what you can do in the bedroom. That’s why you’re talking to me, right? You’re looking to get laid?”

At first I was taken aback by how direct she was, but I liked it. She wasn’t acting coy or hard to get. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I didn’t say anything at first. “Well? I want to know what you can do if I take you home. I have to decide whether or not you’re worth my time.”

I was soon turned on by her aggressive attitude and wanted to please her. “I’m good at oral sex and satisfying women in whatever way they like best,” I said confidently, suspecting she was the kind of woman who liked a man to be as straightforward as she was.

“I guess I’ll have to find out for myself if that’s true or not. My name’s Tara,” she said, whipping out a cigarette. I fumbled for my lighter, grateful that I had one handy. I lit her smoke, and she studied me as she took a puff and slowly exhaled. “Kiss me,” she commanded, and pulled me toward her. With the smoke swirling around us, she shoved her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my ass. My lips felt bruised when we finally parted, and my dick was painfully erect.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said, before turning and walking out, assuming I’d follow. Well, I did. I didn’t know exactly what she had planned for me, but clearly it involved sex.

We walked across the street to her car, but instead of letting me in the passenger side, she tossed the keys to me. “You can drive a stick, right?” Somehow, the word “stick” coming from Tara’s lips made my own stick stiffen even more.

“Yes,” I said, letting myself in while she slid into the passenger seat. I turned on the ignition, and no sooner had I done so than she was slithering out of her dress. Tara sat there in her white bra and white panties, while my eyes bugged out.

“Well? Let’s get going.” She told me her address, and I pulled out of the parking spot. I tried to ignore the fact that I was now sitting in a car next to a ravishing older woman who was wearing only her underwear. As I drove, I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She had her hand down her panties, and she was hard at work. Tara was one of those women who obviously didn’t need much time to get fully in the mood. I could hear how juicy she was from the way she was touching herself. “You like eating pussy. Want a taste?” she asked before offering me her sticky fingers. I sucked them, keeping my eyes on the road, now ravenous for her cunt. She tasted delicious.

Thankfully, the drive wasn’t long, because I needed to eat her pussy. I wanted to taste her even more than I wanted to fuck her. She directed me to her garage, but after I parked the car, Tara got out and climbed into the backseat.

At first, I thought she might be looking for something, but as she slipped out of her panties and spread her legs, it became clear that what she was looking for was my tongue! I didn’t ask any questions, just crawled between her thighs. Tara grabbed my head almost as soon as I’d gotten to work and pulled me close to her. “Play with my ass,” she said, and I moved my mouth up to her clit so I could get my fingers wet with the juices flowing from her pussy and then rub one of them against her tight hole. I liked that she was upfront about exactly what she liked, rather than making me guess. I slipped one finger in her back hole as I sucked hard on her nub. She shuddered from the double stimulation. She cried out as she came, and I greedily lapped up her delicious juices.

When she was done shaking, Tara gently pushed me out the door and then got up, wearing only her bra, and let me into the house. She gave me a tour, having me lick her pussy in every room, and only after a few hours of orally pleasuring her did I get to fuck her pussy. I can safely say it was the hottest sex of my life, and even though we never saw each other again, memories of Tara stay with me to this day.

Mr. Joshua K., St. Paul, Minnesota

COUPLE CELEBRATES THEIR NUPTIALS WITH A WEDDING NIGHT FOOD FIGHT

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When I was planning my wedding, I kept reading about all these women who, as soon as the ceremony was over, went out and did something crazy to mark the occasion, and whatever they did inevitably ruined their dresses. There were women who took their wedding photos in streams, a few ranchers who’d gotten knee deep in mud, and one couple I’d read about had celebrated by riding in a rodeo in their tux and dress. It sounded crazy, but the photos were gorgeous, and it gave me a great idea.

My fianc and I are long time sploshers we really like to play with our food. In the three years we’d been together we met in an online fetish forum we’d played in gelatin, pudding, spaghetti, ice cream, you name it. We’d done it all, and we had the homemade videos to prove it. It made perfect sense, then, that we would do something crazy to commemorate our wedding.

Our wedding and reception were gorgeous, and we had a fabulous time celebrating with our friends and family. But all day, all I could think about was the private celebration we’d share when we got up to the honeymoon suite. I’d prepared in advance, covering the entire living room with plastic tarps, and I’d had a few replica cakes all copies of the one we’d shared with our guests delivered to the room while we were still in the ballroom. I’d even set up a video camera, so we would have a keepsake from our private celebration.

When the party ended and Jack and I got up to our room, the look on his face was priceless. I hadn’t told him anything about my plans, and it was clear he was in shock. While I covertly turned on the video camera, Jack stared at the layers of plastic and the giant cakes sitting in the middle. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s not every day we have all these four tiered cakes just lying around,” I told him, joking. “I thought we should do something fun with them.” Then I reached down, scooped a handful of cake from the top tier of the nearest dessert, and smashed it against my new husband’s face. “Happy wedding day, babe,” I told him.

Jack stared at me for half a second, still in shock, and then he grabbed me around the waist, pulled me against him, and kissed me. The chocolate cake, strawberry jelly filling and white buttercream smeared across my cheek as we kissed, but I didn’t care. That was the whole point. With our lips still locked together, I reached down again and grabbed another handful of cake, then mashed it into Jack’s hair as we kissed wildly. That was all it took for him to get into the game.

Our kiss ended when my husband pushed me down right into the cake, and I crashed through all four layers of the delicious confection. Jack didn’t wait for me to retaliate, though. He quickly loosened his tie and got down on the floor with me, rolling me over into the cake. I felt the smoothness of the icing, the texture of the cake and the coolness of the strawberry jelly as the dessert oozed between the corset laces on the back of my dress, and it felt as good as I knew it tasted.

It felt a little strange to be playing around in a mess of cake while wearing my wedding dress, but as we rolled around in the remnants of the first cake, I realized I didn’t care about the dress at all, only the memories we were creating with it.

Jack and I had demolished the first cake pretty fast, but we had more to play with, and we started tearing into the second chocolate tower immediately, smashing handfuls against each other’s face, shoving it down my dress and his tux, and smearing it all over each other. We were quickly covered in a sticky mess of sugar, but it only aroused us, and we started to pull off our clothes so we could do something about those feelings.

We didn’t stop slinging chocolate and frosting at each other as we undressed, and by the time my dress was in a strawberry smeared pile and his tux was in pieces around the room, we were covered head to toe in dessert, and all three cakes I’d ordered for the occasion had been completely destroyed.

I was already kneeling on the floor when Jack crawled over to me, and I quickly pushed him down on his back in a pile of buttercream and started to suck his cock, which had been hit with some chocolate shrapnel during our cake fight. I sucked him clean, making sure I didn’t leave a single crumb behind, and then I mounted him and took his dick into my wet and waiting pussy.

As I rode him, Jack kept reaching out for handfuls of cake, which he mashed against my tits and ass, painting shapes on my stomach with the strawberry filling and topping my nipples with dollops of frosting. Every touch from my husband and the cake turned me on more, and I started to grind against him harder, my hips turning figure eights in his lap as I fucked him. It was an incredible feeling, fucking Jack amidst all that wedding cake, and I felt my pussy start to tingle, a sign that I was going to come at any moment.

I kept thrusting against Jack, my legs pushing me up and down on his shaft as my hips swiveled in circles, making sure his cock hit every sensitive spot inside me. When I knew I was about to climax, I leaned forward, pressed my palms against his chocolate covered chest, and let go. My pussy throbbed and clenched as I came, but I didn’t stop thrusting for a second, and as my orgasm started to die down, Jack exploded inside me, coating my inner walls with his load.

We ended up sleeping in the middle of the floor, in a pile of cake and taffeta, but I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our first night as husband and wife.

The tape ran out at some point during the night while we slept, but it had caught our first food fight as a couple in its entirety. Now when we watch our wedding video, we make sure we play the video from our wedding night, too. And I was right it was worth destroying the dress to have those special memories.

Ms. Christie S., Las Vegas, Nevada

DATE NIGHT OFFERS A CHANCE TO BED HER LATEST CRUSH

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One of the things I love most about my boyfriend, Paul, is that he doesn’t mind when I occasionally rhapsodize about other guys. He’s secure enough with his masculinity and our relationship to know that if I occasionally lust after someone else, it isn’t a sign that I want to run off and leave him. Besides, it’s not like I check out every guy who passes me by on the street. I have pretty specific tastes and like very tall, rugged guys, usually ones with some kind of badass look. In other word, guys just like Paul.

I often save my crush talk for my girlfriends, but sometimes I’ll tell Paul when a man has caught my eye. He’s always amused when I do that.

Recently, there was one guy who started to frequent the restaurant where I work as a waitress who had really caught my attention. Every time I saw him, my heart went pitter patter. I joked with my coworkers about my dream of him letting me suck his cock as an extra special gratuity. He was always polite, never giving away whether he liked me or not, though he was a generous tipper. Once day, though, I was so flustered by his presence that I dropped a tray near his table. That night I confessed what had happened to Paul, and he teased me mercilessly.

That’s why I didn’t need to hide my shock and excitement when Paul and I saw my favorite customer while we were out to dinner. I’d never met Greg outside of my restaurant before, and he was dressed less formally than he usually was during the day, which was when I’d always seen him. He was on a date, with a hot blonde who looked like Christina Aguilera. She had masses of pale hair and a curvy body poured into a white dress. “They look cute together,” I said, even though I was a little jealous.

“Yeah, the blonde’s really sexy,” he said. At first I was shocked by his words, but then I smiled at him. Was he hot for her? What if . . . no, that was crazy. I shook my head to clear away the image of me fucking Greg while the petite woman rode my boyfriend, yet that thought kept coming back to me, all through our drinks, salads and entr es. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her tossing her hair, and I started wondering what the two of them did in bed.

“Judy, I can tell you’re distracted,” Paul said, taking my fork from my hand and putting it down on the plate. “What are you thinking about?”

I blushed, giving myself away.

“Are you thinking about your crush? What if I told you I’d be okay with you fucking him, as long as I got to have some fun with his date?”

I gasped. “Really? You wouldn’t be jealous if you saw me with him?”

Paul took my hand again. “Maybe a little, but I’d have that hot girl to distract me. Besides, I want to see how you handle yourself going over there and propositioning them.” He smirked as he imagined the scene.

Well, it was now or never. What did I have to lose? I wasn’t on the job, and the worst that could happen was he’d say no, and then I’d go home and fuck Paul’s brains out. I freshened my lipstick, and Paul gave my hand a squeeze, then I stood and approached their table.

“They let you have a night off, huh?” Greg joked when I reached his side.

“Yeah, once in a while I get to sit on this side of the table,” I answered.

“Judy, this is my girlfriend, Marni,” he said. “Would you like to join us for dessert?” He gestured to a hot fudge sundae that had just been served.

“Uh, no. I actually have an idea for a different kind of dessert.” I paused and bit my lip, while both of them stared at me expectantly. “I’m on a date with my boyfriend over there. We think you guys are hot, and I was wondering if you wanted to swap partners. Just for tonight. It could be a lot of fun.”

Marni smiled and blushed at the same time. “I’m flattered,” Greg replied. “Give us a few minutes to talk it over, and we’ll stop by your table in a little bit.”

“Sure,” I said, my heart pounding, and then I returned to my seat. Paul touched my knee beneath the table and I told him, “They said they’d let us know in a few minutes.”

“In case it’s a no, you’ll still be okay with me as your consolation prize, right?” he asked, as the waitress set down a chocolate milkshake, along with two straws. “We can share,” he told me, gesturing toward the shake. “We’re good at that.” His voice was laced with sexual innuendo. We’d shared food plenty of times, but never each other with other people! My mind raced as Paul unwrapped a straw and held it out to me. His smile relaxed me, and as I was sucking down the last of the sweet shake, Greg and Marni came over and introduced themselves to Paul.

“We’d like to take you up on your offer,” Greg said, smiling.

“Cool,” Paul said. “You guys ready to head out?” I knew I was!

They nodded, so Paul threw down cash for our check and the four of us walked outside. “Do you want to come in my car?” my boyfriend asked Marni. “We can go to our place, It’s nearby.”

“Sure,” Marni said, heading off with Paul as Greg escorted me to his car. My nipples were hard and rubbing against my shirt, since I hadn’t worn a bra the sensation made me even more aroused. “So, have you been lusting after me all this time?” he asked.

Part of me wanted to hide the truth, but what was the point? We were about to fulfill one of my biggest fantasies. “Yes, every time you’d come into the restaurant, I’d get so distracted that I’d mix up my orders.”

“Well, that was very gutsy of you to approach us,” he said, putting his arm around me.

“I figured I had to at least try.”

“Are you glad you did?” he asked, and then he turned me toward him right there in the middle of the parking lot. I nodded, and we stared at each other for a long moment before Greg traced his thumb over my lip, his eyes burning with lust. “Let’s get you somewhere where I can take your clothes off,” he said.

As we settled into the car, I wondered if Paul had shown Marni his cock yet. She looked like she’d be good at giving blowjobs. Then I focused on the man next to me, keeping my hand on Greg’s muscular thigh while he drove. “I’ve noticed you, too, for the record,” he said, which made my whole body heat up. Had I missed out on the chance to fuck him sooner? I’d had no idea he was attracted to me.

While fantasizing about fucking Greg had been hot, I knew the real thing was going to be even more so.

It felt strange to be walking up the stairs to my place with a new lover’s hand on my ass rather than Paul’s, but it was sexy, too. I liked that we were being so daring maybe this would open a new chapter in our sex life.

Inside the apartment, I heard the sounds of kissing and moaning coming from the bedroom. Since Paul and Marni had already gotten things started, I led Greg into the living room. He backed me onto the couch, raising my skirt and taking off my panties. Soon Greg’s cock was inside me, and I almost forgot about the lovemaking noises coming from the other room.

“Look at me,” Greg said as he stroked his cock in and out of me. I stared deep into his hazel eyes, and he fucked me. I let myself get lost in his eyes and in the feeling of him thrusting into me so energetically. “Do you want to taste my come?” Greg whispered in my ear.

“Yes, please, I want to swallow it all,” I confessed.

“Then get down on your knees, Judy.” I separated myself from him and got into position, easily swallowing his dick even though he was so big. Greg fucked my face for a few strokes before groaning, “I’m coming!” Soon my mouth was filled with his salty cream, but I managed to swallow it all. He patted my hair and murmured as I drank down every last drop of his load. Then Greg pulled me up again and shoved three fingers inside me, working them in and out of my cunt until I came against his hand.

Afterward, I mixed up some cocktails, and we waited for Paul and Marni to re emerge. When they finally did, she looked exactly like what she was: freshly fucked. We shifted positions, me from Greg’s arms into Paul’s, while Marni settled into her boyfriend’s embrace.

“I think we should toast Judy,” Greg said. They all raised their glasses, thanking me for initiating an awesome night. Then we downed our drinks, and they went on their way.

“Does this make us swingers?” Paul mused after they’d departed.

“Only if we want to be,” I said, smiling. We haven’t picked up any couples since, but now that we’ve crossed that boundary, the possibility is always there, and that’s certainly made people watching a lot more fun!

Ms. Judy K., Madison, Wisconsin

CARNIE FOLK GO FOR A LATE NIGHT SPIN ON A CAROUSEL

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Late at night, the fairgrounds are usually deserted, except for the handful of workers who sleep in trailers on the premises. My boyfriend, Jeff, is one of the ride operators, so he tends to camp out in the middle of the fair when it closes down. He’s a tough guy, big and strong and covered in tattoos, so he’s usually the one they call when kids from the local colleges try to break in at night. It works pretty well, too. No one ever wants to fuck with him except me.

I’ve been dating Jeff since I started working in the sideshow. I’m the sword swallower, and usually I can get the boss to book me a room at one of the nearby motels for however long we’re in town, but sometimes I like to stay in Jeff’s trailer. It’s not so much that the trailer is all that great, but there are a lot of good places to have sex on the fairgrounds. I like doing it on the Ferris wheel, and the fun house is always a good time, but my favorite place to have sex is on the carousel.

Last night, when the rest of the ride operators and employees went out after the fair shut down for the day, Jeff turned the merry go round back on for me. I love the music and the carousel horses, and I love to have sex while we ride around in circles on the whimsical ride.

We started off innocently enough, each of us choosing a horse and riding for a few minutes. But we always choose horses that are next to each other, and within a few circuits we were holding hands. Then we started to kiss. That’s when things started to get more sexual. Jeff can’t keep his hands off me when we kiss, and it didn’t take long for him to slide off his horse and come stand next to me while we made out. It wasn’t easy to kiss while my painted pony continued to go up and down as the carousel spun, but we managed to hold out for a few minutes before we finally had to break apart.

I thought Jeff would pull me off the horse so we could fuck on one of the benches, like we usually do, but instead he climbed on behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist to hold the pole. He started kissing my neck as we went up and down together, and then the hand that wasn’t holding the pole moved onto my thigh. He rubbed his hand up and down on my leg for a moment before sliding it under my short dress and inching it up toward my panty covered crotch.

When his hand reached the reinforced swath of cotton, two fingers pushed past it and started to rub against my mound. He caressed my clit with his fingers, using his fingertips to tease it, and then he dipped his digits into my slit. He stroked them gently in and out of my pussy, brushing against my inner walls as he reached for my G spot. It took a little more maneuvering considering we were still riding the carousel horse, but when he hit my hot spot, I knew it instantly, and I jumped in my seat, the pleasure of his touch overwhelming me. Jeff didn’t stop fingering me yet, though. He kept it up, even adding a third finger, and I started to moan.

He was still finger fucking me when I heard the sound of a truck pulling onto the fairgrounds. I had my head thrown back against Jeff’s shoulder, and I was moaning loudly when I saw the pickup truck rattle past. It looked like a few of the grounds keepers had decided to come by and clean while everyone was gone and now they were probably going to catch us in the act! In the two years we’d been fucking on the rides, we’d never been caught. If the groundskeepers saw us, I was sure we’d be in trouble, and I couldn’t risk getting fired there aren’t that many jobs out there for sword swallowers so I tried to get Jeff to get off the horse so we could go back to his trailer, but he wouldn’t budge.

“You’re not really worried about getting busted, are you?” he asked, laughing. “What do you think is going to happen, Lena?” I didn’t bother telling him what I thought. He already knew. “I bet we can get it on like we always do and never get caught.” I shook my head, about to tell him no, when he said, “I dare you.”

I’ve never said no to a dare in my life, and I glared at him for a second before I smiled and accepted his challenge.

Jeff helped me off the moving horse and then jumped down himself. He unzipped his pants and pulled his half hard cock out before hopping back on the ride, this time sitting sidesaddle on a stationary horse. His dick was standing up between his legs, and he gestured for me to do something to get him harder. I quickly took his cock in my mouth and deep throated him, hoping a few sucks would make him rock hard in no time. Considering the line of work I’m in, it wasn’t difficult to take his eight inch dick down my throat, and I started to run my tongue around his semi hard shaft.

It didn’t take long to get his cock completely stiff, and as soon as he was hard enough, I pulled back and let his dick pop out of my mouth. Jeff told me to take off my underwear next, and then settled himself on another horse. In one quick motion, he reached down and picked me up, lifting me until he could set me in his lap. I was facing him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself in place.

Jeff slid his cock into me almost as soon as I was settled, and as the horse continued to go up and down, he told me to ride him. It took me a few tries to figure out how to fuck him while we sat on the carousel horse, but once I’d found a way to do it, I was set. I started to slide my pussy up and down his cock in time with the horse’s movements, and as we continued to turn in a slow circle, I started to pick up my pace. After a couple dozen thrusts, it started to feel really good, too!

The longer I rode him, the more I enjoyed it, and soon he had me moaning loudly again, the groundskeepers all but forgotten as I started to feel myself building to a climax. I started fucking Jeff as hard as I could in our position, and it didn’t take much longer before I was going over the edge, screaming in delight as I came. I was so loud that I knew I would draw attention, but I didn’t care anymore.

Jeff didn’t finish when I did, and it took him another minute before he was ready. But I kept pumping up and down in his lap until he came, a loud grunt signaling his release.

Jeff helped maneuver me to sit on the horse properly after we were done, and then he swung himself around to sit behind me again, his head resting on my shoulder as we tried to catch our breath.

When we finally straightened our clothes and headed back to his trailer, the cleanup crew had reached the area around the merry go round, and they were picking up trash and cleaning down the rides nearby. They gave us knowing looks when we walked past, but they never said anything about what they’d most likely witnessed, and no one else mentioned it, either. Our secret was safe.

Jeff has now decided that he wants to fuck me on every ride we have so he can give the late night crew a show “to motivate them” and I’ve agreed. Next up I want to try the ride through the haunted house. I’ll make sure to write in and let you know how it goes!

Ms. Lena V., Via E Mail