I love Variations, and I think a good topic for a future issue would be nurse patient fantasies. Doubtless you know already how powerful a fantasy this is for a lot of men. I know being ravished by beautiful nurses while helpless has fueled many a night of pleasure for me. Like the one I wove for myself the other night . . .

I was required to undergo a full and stringent physical as part of some employment requirement. I showed up at the clinic to which I had been referred, one that specialized in work related exams, and while I was waiting in the lobby a pretty young receptionist handed me a clipboard with the usual information sheet to fill out. She told me that one of their best nurses was training an aide, and asked if I minded them being assigned to me. I told her that was no problem, and she replied that the physical would take a little longer than usual because of the trainee, but that she knew I wouldn t regret it.

That sounded a little odd. Come to think of it, the smile on her face had a bit of mischief in it. But I didn t have long to speculate though, because I was soon ushered by the receptionist into an examination room. As she closed the door, she instructed me to remove all my clothing and put on one of the examination gowns.

After she left I began to undress, and just about the time I got down to my briefs, in walked a stunning nurse and her pretty young aide. They apologized nicely for intruding before I was ready for them, but, curiously, they made no motion to leave while I finished stripping.

I took one of the paper gowns and slipped it on, leaving my skivvies on underneath. The nurse had me step up onto the scale, and as she began preparing to take my height and weight, the aide took up a clipboard full of forms and began to write. I heard them whispering behind me, and then suddenly they were on either side of me, looking concerned.

The nurse announced that my employment form required my weight nude, and she asked me please to remove my briefs and the gown. While I stood there dumbstruck, she tapped impatiently on the bar of the scale.

I stammered an excuse about the gown weighing next to nothing, I could please keep it on if I just took off my briefs, but they were having none of it. The aide was anxious to get everything exactly right and kept pointing to the wording of the form. The nurse grew more insistent that I remove the gown. Slowly I untied it and let it drop. There I was, in front of two beautiful and fully clothed nurses, clad only in my briefs, trying not to get an erection!

While my thoughts raced about my predicament, the nurse again reminded me that I must be weighed nude. She added that they did these physicals all day and that nudity was normal. Suddenly, the nurse and her aide slipped their hands under my waistband and began to slip my briefs down off my hips. In no time I was standing there bare assed naked, trying to hide my rapidly hardening penis from their view.

The nurse placed a hand against my bare bottom and moved me up onto the scale, and then, height and weight recorded, to a gurney for an EKG. By now I was too flustered even to think of picking up my discarded gown. As they moved around me, hooking up the EKG, their hands brushed against my chest, thighs and groin. All the while I was trying unsuccessfully to cover myself. They finally took my hands and placed them at my sides, leaving my cock standing up in full view.

Again they whispered, and I caught something about never having seen a patient like me. I guessed they must have been referring to my embarrassment, but the nurse informed me that her aide had never actually seen an uncircumcised man before, and she would like to instruct her in proper bed bath procedures after the EKG. Needless to say, my heart was racing unbelievably throughout the test, stimulated by covert glances from the women.

My cock was leaking pre come as they unhooked me and my foreskin was retracted slightly to expose my purple, straining cockhead. The nurse began the bath, painstakingly demonstrating each step. When she got to my cock she told the aide that the uncircumcised penis required special attention, since it must be well cleaned under its sheath. While she was speaking, the nurse grasped my shaft and slowly retracted my foreskin to fully expose my leaking glans. She took a sponge and lightly stroked me, rinsing me with several handfuls of warm water as I lay fighting the urge to thrust up into her hand. The nurse ended by tenderly drying my erection with a soft towel.

Then she told her aide to repeat the procedure. As the aide grasped my swelling erection, the nurse clinically pointed out that this was a typical reaction in men while being bathed, and that it actually made the procedure much easier. The aide retracted my foreskin, and I saw her delight shining in her eyes as she examined my penis. I was leaking what seemed like gallons by then, and was planning to stop in the rest room and jerk off for relief as I left, but the nurse had other plans.

In a didactic tone, the nurse explained that the penis could not be perfectly cleaned until the erection was subdued, since the lubrication I was producing was normal to an aroused organ. She added that the logical way to solve the problem would be to masturbate the patient to orgasm. I almost fell off the gurney.

Sure enough, the aide set about doing precisely that. She stroked my foreskin lightly up and down as the nurse gave her instructions. She had my cockhead fully covered on the upstroke and my foreskin pulled tightly back on the down stroke. The anatomy lesson continued with a description of the male testes, and how massaging them gently in their sac would stimulate orgasm. The aide s little hand crept shyly to cup my scrotum and held my balls as if weighing them before she closed her hand and rolled them against each other. The feeling was indescribable, and I could feel my come gathering to rush up my shaft and spurt into the air.

Unbelievably, even as my body tensed and my cock swelled that extra little bit, I could hear the nurse describing exactly the signs of impending orgasm, and then, as the aide s stroking picked up speed, her voice was drowned by the roaring in my ears as I sent torrents of come all over the girl s hands and my own chest.

That inevitably led to the remainder of the bed bath, and when the final tests were finished and the chart filled out to their satisfaction, the nurse and her aide both thanked me for my patience and willingness to participate in this seminal learning experience. I almost choked on the nurse s choice of words, but tried to keep a straight face as I replied gallantly, Ladies, the pleasure was all mine.

Mr. Elton P., Dayton, Ohio

There is a guy in my office who really turns me on. His name is Mario. I love his thick lustrous hair and dark, soulful eyes, and I get wet just imagining how he would look caught up in pure sexual passion. We are good friends and both happily monogamous, although we do enjoy some harmless flirting. For instance, he has this way of licking envelopes that makes my clit jump to attention. He knows very well what this does to me. I completely lose my train of thought as all of my mental energy rushes to fuel the fire burning in my loins. It is at this point that my fantasy begins . . .

With my clit throbbing, I wonder how it would actually feel to have Mario s talented tongue flicking my joy button. I turn back to my desk, struggling to focus on the task before me. It s only minutes before the office closes and I press my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the throbbing urgency there. I can t wait to get home and pull out my vibrator and get my long awaited release.

Just as I start getting my desk in order, my boss asks me if I can stay late to show the carpet cleaning crew which office needs vacuuming. As my husband is working late, too, I tell her sure, I have plenty of work to keep me busy. After hearing the door click shut, I realize there will be no one but me and Mario in the building until the cleaning crew arrives.

My thoughts are quickly drawn back to the incessant pulsations in my pussy. I slide my dress to my waist and ease my lacy panties over my garters and stockings, stashing them in my purse. Relaxing in my chair, I dip one finger and then another into my molten cunt. I feel my desire growing as I watch my long red fingernails spread my clean shaven pussy lips wider. I realize, as I look down at my glistening, engorged clitoris, that I am intensifying my throbbing desire rather than releasing it.

Down the hall I hear Mario finishing a phone call. I stand up, allowing my silken dress to fall back into place. I feel the dress tease my bare mound and softly cling to my ass. I walk directly down the hall to Mario s office, removing the pins from my waist length auburn hair, which until now was neatly arranged in a French twist. Standing in the doorway, I shake my head and scatter my mane over my shoulders. Hearing a noise, he swivels around in his chair to face me. I watch his eyes as they take in the loosened auburn locks, the flush of my face and the rapid rise and fall of my breast. My breath catches as I feel his eyes caressing my pebble hard nipples. With his eyes traveling slowly downward, admiring every inch of my body, he finishes his call.

Dropping the phone onto its cradle, he looks straight into my eyes and sees the raw passion kindled there. As I boldly return his gaze, I place one finger in front of my lips to silence his questions. After a moment s pause he relaxes and smiles. His acquiescence adds fuel to my fire. I walk around his desk and drop to my knees. Reaching out, I gingerly cup his manhood in my warm hand, squeezing it gently through his pants. His cock is now throbbing in my hand. Sliding my palm very slowly and deliberately up his full length, I release his pants. I feel his cock straining to be free of its confinement as I carefully ease the zipper down. Free of its constraints, his cock stands proudly at its ultimate fullness.

Easing down his briefs, I expose the deep purple head of his shaft. I lean forward, allowing my warm breath to bring his every nerve ending to life. My tongue flicks out to lick the underside of his shaft. Lifting my head slightly, I lower my hot mouth over the smooth surface of his engorged cock. Surrounding his cock with my lips, I take him deeper into my throat, twirling my tongue around it at the base. I slide my lips upward, letting the head of his cock pop gently from my mouth. I look up to see the fire in his eyes and I give him a devilish smile.

Taking his cock again deeply into my mouth, I take him for a wild ride of passion and pleasure. Sucking him deeply, I fuck his cock with my mouth, alternating slow and fast rhythms. From time to time I remove his cock from my mouth to leisurely trace delicate patterns on the throbbing head only to once again swallow him to the root. I listen to his low, earthy moans and sense him approaching the brink of his explosion. I pull my lips away from his cock and trail them across his thigh as I allow him to calm slightly.

Now again I wrap my lips around his shaft as I gently caress his balls. My tongue trails teasingly up the full length of his shaft to swirl around the mushroomed head, and then slowly, tantalizingly, I begin my journey downward. Mario s head is now rolling from side to side as deep moans escape his lips. Removing his cock from my mouth, I stand and slip my dress from my shoulders so it falls to me feet. I lift and massage my creamy breast as his gaze locks onto my clean shaven pussy, and his cock leaps to a new level of fullness. I lean forward, allowing my breasts to hang just in front of his eyes while I unbutton his shirt. I rake my long nails across his nipples, teasing plucking, squeezing. I replace my fingers with my lips, twirling and sucking each nipple.

Sliding his shirt from his shoulders and tossing aside the pants puddled at his feet, I straddle Mario, masturbating his length with the back and forth rhythm of my cunt. I squeeze my breasts, pulling my nipples until they ache. I lower first one and then the other to his seeking lips. Sucking deeply, he teases them one at at time. Arching my back, I glide my now screaming pussy over the throbbing mushroom head of Mario s cock.

Rocking rapidly back and forth, I allow the motion of the chair to hold our tempo as his cockhead sinks and emerges from my molten pussy. Still sucking on my tits, he arches his pelvis upward, trying to sink deeper into my tightness. Looking into his eyes, I see primitive lust blazing there.

Throwing back my head, surrendering to the wantonness of my soul, I thrust downward, taking his fullness all at once. His soft balls tease my ass as my pussy lips stretch to encompass his entire length. Using just my cunt muscles and the gentle rocking of the chair, I allow my juices to coat his throbbing member. Moving to its own music, my body sways like a dancer s sensually thrusting and sliding, rising and falling, squeezing and releasing, fucking Mario with complete abandon.

I ride him like a stallion as he bucks and arches deeper and deeper into my pussy. Feeling the sensations rising up from my core, I cry out, Fuck me harder! Faster. Oh, fast and deep, please! Fill me with your come. Give it all to me . . . now!

Suddenly, I feel the pulsations of come shoot across my clit and I go off like a rocket, screaming and writhing as my orgasm explodes. With each continued thrust of his cock, my cunt spasms in orgasm after orgasm.

Satiated, I collapse on his chest, gasping for breath and feeling his cock subside within me. As my equilibrium is restored, I stand, pick up my things and turn to go. Mario starts to speak, but again I place my finger to my lips and smile. He nods and I leave.

Arriving home, with my pussy still soaked and pulsing, I walk in the door to find my husband in the shower. Throwing back the shower curtain, I stand on the side of the tub and balance myself against the wall, using my leg as a brace. I offer him my well fucked pussy, still dripping with Mario s semen. His tongue eagerly seeks my cunt, lapping up my juices. He looks up puzzled, and I smile. Starting at the beginning, I relate each hot juicy detail and he devours my dripping cunt. As the last words leave my lips, he wraps his arms under my knees, pins me to the wall and buries his cock to the hilt in my slit. We fuck like wild animals and in seconds we are both exploding as warm semen fills my pussy yet again.

We shower together then, move into the bedroom where we collapse exhausted across the bed. My husband smiles lovingly and tells me how much he enjoyed my adventure. He can hardly wait for the next.

Back at work the next day, it is business as usual as I wait patiently for the next letter to be signed, sensuously sealed and imaginatively delivered.

Ms. Evelyn O., Atlanta, Georgia

He came to us that first night the way he has come ever since, stepping out of the dark shadows beyond the candles glow and walking slowly toward the bed. My wife, Camille, and I were entwined beneath the sheets as he stood there in his black velvet cloak and mask, stroking his engorged cock. We never saw his face, nor have we ever heard his voice. He is the perfect erotic fantasy born of our joint imagination always the same, yet always enticingly different.

We called him the Shadow, after the old radio character, and laughed when Hollywood brought their version to the big screen. Ours was far sexier, but the movie would have had a triple X rating.

Shadow stood at the side of the bed, close to our naked bodies as he dropped his robe. We looked up at him and smiled, examining his beautiful body in the candlelight. He had broad shoulders, well developed legs, and a defined chest and belly , but he was no muscle bound hulk. His most prominent feature, in more ways than one, was his large, perfectly shaped cock. He was well endowed, big enough to excite Camille, but not so big as to worry her. Such an enticing promise had her reaching for his erect organ, wanting to feel its pulsing fullness.

Shadow resembles some of our good friends, but unlike them he is always available, ready to come to our bed whenever we want him. This is our favorite fantasy, and I love to watch the Shadow sucking and fucking my hot, lovely wife to her heart s content, joining them in bed or not as the mood strikes. The fantasy engages me whenever I am alone and lusty, far from Camille s arms, and I suspect he pleasures her too, when I am off on my travels.

I withdrew to the armchair to watch the sexual tableau unfold. Camille opened her arms and thighs to welcome her lover, her face consumed with lustful anticipation. Shadow knelt between her thighs and buried his face in her warm, golden muff. She clutched his dark head and pulled him closer, opening her knees wider to give him better access to her clit poking upward between her swollen pussy lips. I could hear his tongue making liquid sounds as he sucked her juices and made her writhe.

Camille moved with him, straining to reach his cock, urging him to move into a sixty nine position. He rose from the bed, thick cock gleaming in the dim light, and straddled my wife s chest with his thighs, offering his ramrod to her waiting lips. She smiled and began to kiss the fleshy knob, lapping at the sensitive underside of his shaft, teasing the tip with her tongue to make him quiver before she took it all into her throat with one lusty swallow.

I watched from the perfect angle, seeing his great erection pump in and out of her mouth as I began to stroke my stiff cock in earnest. I leaned forward to take in every movement, sound and smell as they shifted position and he sucked her pussy as she swallowed his pulsing cock. My wife tightened her crimson lips around his shaft.

Shadow gripped her golden head, fucking her mouth while delving his hot tongue into her reddening cunt, forcing muffled cries from around his cock as she drew closer and closer to climax. They shuddered and tensed, then exploded into orgasm as my thick cream poured out over my hand.

Neither Shadow nor I softened to any appreciable degree. The electricity of sex was too potent to let us flag, even after such a massive climax. I moved over to the bed at their invitation, and we lay with Camille between us, stroking her breasts, running our fingers through her hair and over her body. My hand grazed his cock, and I felt my own jump in sympathy. Camille s hands reached for us, and she stroked our renewed erections as we kissed her body all over.

She wanted Shadow inside her to assuage the growing ache in her pussy. His strong hands caressed her tight little ass and spread her thighs, preparing her for a royal fucking. I watched, then entered into the scene, stroking her belly and sucking her erect nipples, helping ready her for him. Shadow spread her labia with his fingers, rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit before seating it firmly in the mouth of her vagina. One deep thrust and he was in, his thick cock pumping in and out of her sucking pussy. I was fascinated by the pull on her cunt lips as he withdrew, and the way they compressed on each downstroke.

My wife s groans blended with his as her fingers moved over his body, her nails digging into the sweaty flesh of his ass. Camille bucked her bottom off the bed, taking him deeper into her core. Both magnificent bodies were straining toward the inevitable, trying to put it off, but irresistibly plunging into orgasm.

I moved closer, running my hands over their bodies, not caring which of them the burning flesh belonged to. They were both mine in their erotic frenzy, and I kissed my way down their joined bodies to where his thick shaft was rooted into her vulnerable flesh. I could feel the pulse of his cock as my tongue sought her clit, and I brought my lips down onto the place their flesh joined, taking in the heat and lust, smelling their passion, tasting their flesh. My hand crept around to his ass and my finger slipped into his puckered asshole, egging him on. My face was crushed between their bodies as they toppled over into wave after wave of climax.

Shadow withdrew his cock, and Camille rolled over, straddling my face, lowering her steaming pussy until it was plastered over my mouth and lips. My tongue lapped up their mingled come, as I drove her over the brink another time and she rode my mouth like a bronco, oblivious to anything but her animal arousal.

Shadow knelt behind her, in her favorite doggy style position. His well lubricated cock found the rosebud opening of her ass and we began to move together in a slow, erotic rhythm, united in a torrid sexual dance of thrust and parry, of penetration and suction. We picked up the pace and someone s hand found my cock. I had watched, and now I was feeling Camille s multiple orgasms. Shadow and I exploded together as Camille wailed her way into another of an endless rolling climaxes.

We kissed, and I returned to the embrace of my armchair to watch my wife and her shadow lover caress each other s spent bodies in the candlelight, enjoying the afterglow in each other s arms. Their twined limbs glowed in the flickering light, and I was full of love and longing as I stroked my cock to one last orgasm.

Shadow rose slowly and sinuously, and wrapped himself once again in his black cloak, dissolving into the shadows at the edge of vision. I returned to my wife s bed and took her in my arms, kissing her puffy, sex sweet lips and her heavy eyelids.

Whenever I am alone, I have not only Camille, but also the Shadow for erotic company. And I have the pleasure of knowing that, miles away, she may be entertaining that same phantom lover. Only the Shadow knows.

Mr. Eugene H., Chattanooga, Tennessee

My favorite fantasy involves the very sexy, very macho owner of the business where I work. No, he s not a man in a suit, and I m no secretary. I m a slim, hot, blonde haired and green eyed woman who works as a machinist in a small shop. Rubbing my clit at night to fantasies about making love with Joe is better than any sleeping pill. Just thinking about Joe gets my ass up and moving at five o clock in the morning, no matter how late I ve been out the night before. The way my fantasy goes could be any day of the week too bad it wasn t the way yesterday really went!

I got up and started the day with a nice hot shower. As usual, my mind began to wander to the man of my dreams. I imagined his hands and his lips all over my hot body. Combined with the steamy water, that set off an orgasm as soon as I touched my pussy. Aching for the real thing, I pulled myself together and got dressed.

When I got to work, I discovered that there were only the two of us there. When I asked where the others were, he said they d be in later, but he was sure we could handle things till they arrived. He offered me a cup of coffee and I accepted. When he reached over me to fill my cup, I could smell the clean scent of his after shave.

Just the feeling of him so close to me made me shiver and made my nipples stiffen and ache. As he handed me the cup and sat down in front of me, I noticed his eyes wander to my erect nipples, clearly visible beneath my tight tank top. His gaze lingered long enough to make sure I knew he d noticed, then he looked me in the eye and said, Are you cold, or are you just happy to see me? I laughed at his play on the old Mae West line, and we talked a little longer until, by some unspoken consent, we both stood up and he pulled me to him roughly.

Before I could say anything, he crushed my lips to his. At first I was stunned, but soon I was dissolving in the wave of desire that washed over both of us. He sat down and pulled me down on his lap, facing him. His strong hands took hold of my breasts and kneaded them, while his tongue explored my mouth. Yanking off my top, he lowered his mouth to bite my nipples, making me moan.

His fingers found their way to my jeans, unzipping and peeling them off. He reached down and cupped the cheeks of my ass, squeezing them roughly with his powerful fingers. I could feel the heat of his raging hard on through his jeans. For a second he released me, but only long enough to take off his shirt. I reached for him, but he had other ideas.

He took my hand and led me back into the office, shutting the door behind us. Leaning back on the desk, fire in his eyes, he looked at me. I ran my hands all over his hard chest. I started to lick and kiss a path to his navel. I unbuttoned his pants and his cock sprang free, making me step back in awe at its enormous size longer and thicker than I ve ever seen.

Joe was so beautiful he took my breath away. By the time my head cleared a little he had pulled off his jeans, and had that I want to fuck you till you scream look in his eye. He pushed me back onto the desk and held my hands above my head, spreading my thighs apart with his so he could stand between them. I could feel his huge cock brushing against my hot, wet pussy, and I was aching for him.

His tongue was all over me, then he was kissing and biting my hard nipples. I begged him to fuck me, please, but he was making me wait, loving my helplessness, prolonging the ecstasy we both craved. His tongue traced the curves of my body, past my navel, all the way down to my thighs. He licked one slowly, then hesitated briefly just above my cunt so I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. Moving on, he licked the inside of my other thigh until I begged, I moaned, I pleaded, but he was relentless in his sweet torture.

Finally his tongue reached my cunt. A strangled moan formed in my throat as his hot tongue outlined my wet pussy, and I screamed as he began to lick my clit in a merciless dance. Releasing my wrists, his hands opened my pussy wider for his probing tongue. I grabbed his head and held him to me till I could n t stand anymore.

Standing up, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk. Taking his big cock in his hand, he rubbed it up and down my slippery pussy before suddenly ramming its full length into me, all the way up to his sweaty balls. I cried out and so did he.

He pounded me fiercely. Harder and harder, with his balls slapping against my ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass. I was holding on for dear life. I could feel myself about to explode when he suddenly climbed off me and lay back on the desk. I pushed him all the way down and mounted him, skewering my cunt with his shaft before fucking him for all I was worth. I needed that big cock like I needed air.

I twined my fingers into the hair on his chest and rode him like hell. He was caressing my ass, spreading my cheeks far apart. I massaged my cunt with his fingers, spreading my juices. Very slowly, he worked his finger into my back passage, sending sensations through me that I had never felt before. Working his finger deeper, slowly, in and out, he was making me lose all control.

I started to tremble. I wailed as I exploded all over that beautiful man. He grabbed my hips to steady me and thrust harder and harder. I couldn t stop coming. His cock started to swell to massive proportions. Then I felt him burst inside me, filling me with his hot come. He was moaning, too, as we collapsed in a sticky mess with me still on top of him.

It was only a fantasy yesterday was just like any other workday. The memory of that fantasy burned in my pussy all day, wetting my jeans with my juices. Maybe someday I can make that daydream a reality, but until then I hope I keep right on fantasizing after all, there s always hope.

Ms. Christine W., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Last year, before football season started, my wife approached me with a proposal that I dreaded at first, but it turned out to be my dearest fantasy come true. In fact, it ended up fulfilling several of my favorite fantasies.

Marie told me that at the beginning of every football season, she starts to feel neglected. She said that if I would not watch football for the whole season, I could do anything I wanted to do with her on Monday nights. The first game of the season rolled around and I decided to get out of the house. I knew I would be tempted to watch the game and blow the wild time I had planned for me and my wife on Monday night.

When I came home that evening, Marie was looking extremely sexy. I took her out to dinner at a fine restaurant. All during the meal she kept asking what else I had planned, but I wouldn t tell.

After dinner, we headed to my favorite strip club. Marie had a nervous smirk on her face as we entered the club. It probably wasn t the place she had hoped I would take her, but no football for a whole season is a big sacrifice. We took a table at the end of the stage on which two girls were dancing to the music. A waitress approached our table and I ordered my wife a stiff drink to calm her nerves. Marie commented on how classy and clean the place was, and as we enjoyed our drinks she talked about how beautiful the girls were. She really got a kick out of watching them “work the pole.”

We stayed for an hour or so and then went home. Marie and I took a hot shower, and when we got to bed she was pretty wild. She immediately went down on me, giving me an incredible blowjob. Just before I climaxed, she released me from her skillful mouth and straddled me, grinding her extremely wet pussy against my rigid member. After a few minutes of this teasing, she asked, “So, do I give a good lap dance?” I responded by thrusting my hard cock into her slick pussy and she immediately came all over my rod.

After she climaxed a few more times, I rolled her off me and entered her from behind. As I fucked her, she urged me on, telling me to “do her good,” thrusting back at me until I filled her with come. We drifted off to sleep and didn t talk anymore about the strip club for the rest of the week.

The next Monday I figured we would do whatever my wife wanted since she had been such a good sport about the strip club. I entered the house after work and saw Marie looking very sexy and asked her why she was so dressed up. Puzzled, she said, “Aren t we going to the club tonight?” When I told her I thought we would do whatever she wanted this evening, she told me she wanted to go to the club. This, of course, was fine with me.

We had been at the club for perhaps fifteen minutes when we were approached by one of the dancers who had seen us there last week. She said her name was Carrie and as the next song began, she started to dance for us. Carrie was beautiful, and when she started to touch herself, I noticed that my wife s hand dipped into her lap as the other idly massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.

When the song ended, I invited Carrie to sit and have a drink with us. To my surprise, my wife started asking Carrie a lot of questions about her job. She seemed very interested and more than a little turned on. Finally, Carrie said, “Marie, you should some back Thursday for the amateur strip contest. You would be great!” My wife would never enter a strip contest, I thought, just as she excitedly blurted out, “Okay!” She looked over to see me sporting a big grin.

Marie and I were so excited the rest of the week, we couldn t keep our hands off of each other. She made our sex even hotter by saying how she couldn t wait to take her clothes off in front of a room full of strange men.

Thursday night Marie went to the club early to meet with Carrie and register for the contest. A few hours later I went to the club. I took my usual table at the end of the stage and watched the beautiful dancers, wondering how my wife would look up there, naked in front of all these men. Eventually the contest began and I waited patiently for Marie to make her appearance. Some of the dancers were pretty but none were as beautiful as my Marie. Soon I saw my wife and Carrie waiting just off stage, and I knew that Marie must be next. She was wearing only a teddy over a lacy bra and panties with thigh high stockings.

The music started and Marie made her way onto the stage after a kiss from Carrie. She swayed onto the stage, grinding to the erotic beat of the music. After swinging around the pole and sticking her ass out toward the crowd, she looked me in the eyes and pulled off her teddy. The crowd went wild men were hollering for her to take it all off. She slowly began to remove the bra, teasing her audience. When her breasts were naked, she began to undo the sides of the panties, and when they fell to the floor men started to throw money onto the stage. My wife now straddled the pole, swinging around it and finally sliding to the floor, lying on her back, with the pole between her legs. She rubbed her pussy against the pole, fucking it like a golden dick until she collapsed on the stage at the end of the song.

After her performance, she got dressed and joined me at my table. Not only had she won the contest, but she made over $100 in tips! Louie, the owner of the club, came over to our table to congratulate my wife and hand her an envelope containing the prize money. He also said that Marie could fill in for his regular girls once in a while, if she were interested. As amazing as it seemed at the time, this proposal evolved into a new passion for my wife. She started to buy sexy lingerie and shoes to wear while she danced. She even took the stage name “Flame” because of her bright red hair.

One night when my wife was dancing, I decided I would stop by and surprise her. As I entered the club I saw two guys there from work. I went over to say hello, and tell them that I was a regular and I would make sure they were well taken care of. I then took a seat at my usual table and my wife came over to say hello. She was dressed in vinyl lingerie and knee high black vinyl boots. She was cordial, but not too friendly, since she was working and had to treat me like a regular customer. I pointed out my coworkers to her and told her to ask some of the girls to show them a good time. She said, “I ll show them a good time,” then winked at me as she started toward their table. My wife s dancing was opening the door to a fantasy we d been harboring for years.

I watched as she sat down at the table occupied by Mark and Ray, who soon looked over at me all smiles. She sat with them for a while before she brought Mark to the back of the club for a lap dance. I found it exciting that my wife would be grinding in the lap of one of my colleagues, pushing her heaving breasts into his flushed face. My daydream was disturbed by Ray, who said, “Flame wants to fuck Mark and I, and since you introduced us she wants you to come along, too!

My heart leaped into my throat. Marie and I had talked endlessly about her having sex with other men but I never thought she would go through with it. Flame soon appeared from behind the stage and walked up to me, Ray and Mark. She grabbed me by the arm and said, “Can I ride with you, Greg?” I said sure and told the guys we would meet them at a hotel downtown.

Once we were in the car, Marie asked me, “Are you okay with this?” I looked at her and said, “Are you kidding? This is a dream come true.” She giggled and I sped off.

Marie was all over me on the way to the hotel. She unleashed my raging cock and, while sucking on my dick, told me how bad she wanted to fuck my coworkers. As soon as she said that I exploded in her mouth and she gulped down my come.

After checking in, Marie took a quick shower. Soon after she had exited the shower, the guys knocked on the door and I let them in. Marie was already naked, lying on the bed touching herself, when the guys started to take their clothes off. Ray s penis was very long and curved upward, and Mark, although not incredibly long, was very thick all around. I took this opportunity to take my boxers off, revealing a trusty cock that was hard again.

Mark and Ray politely asked if I wanted to start things off, but I said, “That s okay, guys, I got off before you guys got here.” Then Marie sat up and pointed to the condoms on the nightstand. “You only have to wear a condom when you re fucking my pussy, otherwise I want to be able to taste and feel all that hot fucking meat. Now somebody suck my cunt!”

Ray knelt at the foot of the bed and lowered his head to my wife s pussy. Marie immediately let out a sigh as soon as his tongue made contact with her clit. Mark began licking and sucking her breasts, as I watched the action while stroking my raging hard on. Marie moaned throatily as she savored the sensations of two talented tongues on her body. Soon enough she looked up at Mark and said she wanted his thick dick in her mouth, now. He knelt by her head as she opened her mouth to accept his hardness. As she licked the veiny shaft, he moaned loudly. She took more of him into her mouth, going slow trying to accommodate his extra girth. I could tell she was determined to get all of him down in her throat.

By this time, Ray had stopped sucking Marie s cunt to watch her suck on his buddy s thick member. After a moment of amazement, he put on his condom and quickly entered my wife s pussy. Feeling the rush of his cock penetrating her vagina, she let out a moan of pleasure. Seeing my wife being filled at both ends with big, hard dicks was wildly exciting and I started fisting my dick, going slow to keep from coming too soon.

When Marie sensed we guys were close to orgasm, she released Mark from her stretched mouth to call for a switch. She got on her hands and knees and told Mark to fuck her pussy from behind and Ray and myself to kneel by her head so she could take turns sucking us off.

My wife took Ray s dick, working his length into her mouth as she stroked my member. She then began bucking backward toward Mark, urging his thick cock into her wet pussy. I could tell as soon as he entered her because she let out a glorious moan around Ray s cock and began to pump me harder and faster. Minutes later, before going down on me, she looked up into my eyes and mouthed the words, “I love you.” I was then treated to a new pleasure as she moaned wildly from the vigorous fucking she was receiving while I was sliding deep in her throat.

After several minutes of sucking my dick, she switched back to Ray, quickly placing her hand back on my manhood. Mark began to thrust deep into her, sending her over the edge. He quickly pulled out of her, removing his condom so he could spray come all over her upturned ass. Seeing this, I erupted all over Marie s face just as I saw come leaking out the corners of her mouth, plugged with Ray s monster cock. Marie rolled onto her back, wiping her face with the sheet that lay crumpled in the middle of the bed.

We spent several more hours in that room, with each of us fucking Marie singly and in pairs. Finally, the guys said they were tired and left, thanking “Flame” for a wonderful evening. After they were gone, Marie rolled over on top of me and thanked me for being so generous. She whispered in my ear that as a reward she and Carrie had something they wanted to share with me, but that s another story.

Mr. Greg Y., Chicago, Illinois

As a workaholic businessman, I enjoy reading Variations. Though, to be honest, I don t get to act on a lot of what your magazine inspires me to fantasize about. My own special fantasy is of owning a secluded cabin in the mountains, at which I indulge in all sorts of erotic play with gorgeous and willing partners. Not accidentally, these usually resemble the girls you display so delectably in Variations. One such dream goes like this:

I load my car with all the things I ll need for the week and head up to the mountains. The top of the convertible is down and my favorite songs are blaring as I drive the usually deserted road to my sanctuary. About halfway there, I come across two of the most striking young women I ve seen in a long time. They are both carrying backpacks and are looking to hitch a ride. They re wearing outdoor gear boots, short shorts, and sleeveless shirts that are open down the front and precariously tied beneath their breasts.

I pull over to offer them a ride for two reasons. First is the hard on that sprang to life when I saw them, and second, I know they d be waiting a long time for another car to pass. As I watch them approach in the rearview mirror, I can tell they have nothing on under their shirts except the ample gifts nature has bestowed. I enjoy every sway and jiggle of their breasts as they lean down and ask how far I am going.

I explain that I am headed about twenty miles up the road before the turn off to my cabin, and they say that s fine. My mouth is dry and my pants are feeling uncomfortably tight as they toss their packs onto the backseat. Both of them sit up front with me, and I am hoping they don t notice my raging erection. Brianna and Anne, it turns out, are halfway through a two week camping trip.

I keep sneaking glances over at their long legs, tanned bodies and great figures. Brianna is tall and blonde, and Anne is a few inches shorter, with auburn hair and green eyes. They ask about my cabin, and I describe its secluded location in the woods, its three bedrooms, sunken living room and huge fireplace, the big old bathtub and the sunny kitchen with a deck overlooking a path down to a small cove of the lake almost a private beach.

They say it sounds great compared to the ratty campgrounds where they d been staying. After some conversation between the two of them, they ask if they might come with me for a couple of days. Naturally, I invite them to stay the week, and volunteer to drive them back to the city, too. Brianna remarks how great the country air is, and how its freedom affects people so differently. She is staring straight at my crotch, so I guess she notices my raging hard on. I agree with her and grin, noticing their startlingly erect nipples and dampened crotches.

When we arrive I suggest a swim to cool off after we get our gear unpacked. We head down to the beach empty handed except for towels, and the idea of skinny dipping with these two nymphs is awesome. We undress as if we ve known each other for years, and I dive in. They both stand there on the shore, naked in all their loveliness. Brianna s breasts are high and firm, her blonde pubic hair a shade lighter than her head. Her nipples seem huge, with large dark pink areolas. Her figure is hourglass perfect, as is Anne s, though she is smaller and paler skinned. I call to them to come in, and they dive under, coming up on either side of me.

We play for a while, touching and grabbing, and my cock bobs in the water as hard as ever. As we emerge from the water, both girls seem surprised that it has stayed that way even with the cold plunge. Anne reaches down and squeezes it lightly before telling Brianna that she really ought to feel how hard I am.

We take turns drying each other off, then lay down in the sun. Brianna turns on her side and moves down to my cock, licking it from end to end. Anne gets up and straddles my face, lowering her reddish muff over my eager mouth. I lick her slit, enjoying the tang of her juices, as I feel Brianna s warm mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. She swirls her tongue around, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside near the head.

She moans that it tastes so good she wants it all, and she swallows me whole as I eat Anne with abandon, flicking her inflamed clit with my tongue as she holds her labia apart for me. I lick faster as I insert two fingers into her pussy and she trembles all over, her vaginal walls contracting as she moans in orgasm. She rolls off me and licks my face clean and lays back beside me, eyes closed.

I pull Brianna up to me for a passionate kiss, then roll her over and spread her out before me, licking my way down her body, sucking her nipples, and circling around her glistening sex. I blow on her pussy softly, eliciting a groan, then spread her lips and begin to lick. Her juices flow and I insert two fingers while my tongue drives her over the edge.

When she settles down I raise her hips and moisten my cock in her juices, before sliding into her tight, hot pussy. She comes again, even harder than the first time. She collapses in total satisfaction and I look up to see Anne masturbating while she watches us. She spreads her arms for me and I slip my cock in balls deep in one swift plunge that brings a moan of pleasure from both of us. She puts her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and demands that I fuck her hard and fast. I don t need a second invitation, and soon the slap of flesh on flesh and the gooey sounds of our lovemaking is overpowered by our noisy climax.

One of the glorious things about getting it on with these two beauties is that when I absolutely have to stop and rest, they are insatiable, kissing and fondling each other and getting down to some heavy sixty nine until they come explosively. We spend the rest of the week like that, in every conceivable combination of bodies.

Eventually it has to come to an end, and I drive the two beautiful babes back into town. Before we say good bye, though, we exchange phone numbers and addresses, and the girls invite me to call anytime I feel like relaxing.

Now that sounds like the perfect cure for a driven workaholic, don t you think?

Mr. George M., New Hyde Park, New York

My captive princess fantasy was simmering in my mind as I sat sipping my breakfast coffee and ignoring the morning paper. My silk robe was wrapped loosely around me, parted enough to reveal the plush curve of my breast.

Good morning, birthday girl, Paul said in his sexy rasp as he entered the kitchen. Show me that wet pussy of yours again before I have to leave for work.

Maybe you d rather hear about the sexy dream I had last night?

Only if it s something I can help come true, he said with a smile.

Actually, I confessed, it s a dream I have quite often. I dream I m a princess who s been captured by a masked warrior. He forces me into submission, and after a while I love being his slave girl. Last night, I realized that the thought of being totally dominated by a man well, by you would be so hot.

A wicked gleam sparkled in Paul s eye as he sipped his coffee. Sounds like fun, he said, picking up his briefcase and walking toward the door. See you tonight. Be ready for me.

I will, I said, with a swell of nervous excitement overtaking me.

It was difficult to think of anything else for the rest of the day, but I tried to put it out of my mind. An hour before Paul would be home, I decided to take a nap. I slipped out of my clothes, got into bed and quickly fell asleep.

I awoke to a collar being snapped around my neck. A cold metal chain attached to the collar was draped between my breasts. Sleepily looking up, I saw Paul standing over me, sporting an eye mask like Errol Flynn. I turned and saw a variety of toys set out on the nightstand. My eyes were especially drawn to the leather riding crop and a strap on vibrator.

Don t you dare move without permission, princess, Paul said sharply. Do only as you re told or bear the consequences. You re my slave now and you must learn to behave.

I began to sit up, but as soon as I moved, Paul grabbed the chain with one hand and twisted one of my nipples with the other. I gasped and froze instantly.

You are mine, princess, mine to do with as I please. You will obey all orders or you will be punished. You are no longer Ingrid in here you are Esclave. Address me as Master and I might spare you a few lashings. Speak only if you are spoken to. Do you understand?

I was speechless. I never imagined he would go to such lengths to fulfill my fantasy. What a delicious experience this would be for both of us. And the name Esclave was positively inspired. I nodded to my master.

Then we begin. Come with me.

Master tugged on my chain again, leading me nearer to the toys. A foot or so from the table, a large ring was attached to the floor. Master clipped the collar chain to the ring. I kept my eyes cast down, focused on the floor.

Kneel before me, slave girl.

Obediently, I did so, feeling dizzy with excitement. Paul walked slowly around me, inspecting me from every angle. He ran his hand carelessly through my hair, then tangled his fingers in it and forced my head back. He bent down and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

You have a beautiful body, Esclave. But your skin is so smooth and unmarked. We must change that. I trembled with arousal. Without a word, Master darted forward and grabbed both nipples. He twisted them hard, pulling me closer to him.

Tell me who you belong to, Esclave. I could feel the thrust of our fantasy carry me along.

I belong to no one but myself, I said defiantly. Master tightened his grip, making me cry out.

That wasn t the right answer, Esclave. You must be punished for your impertinence.

Releasing my nipples, Master took up the riding crop. Raise your arms above your head. Quickly or your punishment will be much worse. As I did, Master presented the crop handle to my quivering lips. Kiss it, Esclave, for it is about to teach you what it means to truly submit.

Nervously, I leaned forward and barely touched my lips to the end of the crop. Master s brow furrowed. That is not a kiss! You should revere your teacher, slave girl.

Then Master swept the crop away and I heard it whoosh in the air behind me before its sting began to burn across my bottom. I gasped but managed to remain still. My entire body tensed.

You may relax. There is no next stroke, this time, my master said. Kiss and lick the crop, slave.

He knew me so well! I leaned forward and tentatively licked the length of the crop, tasting it, then I lightly kissed it. Seeing that it pleased him, I took the end of the crop into my mouth and began sucking the tip as I would Paul s cock. He began lowering the crop to the ground.

Follow the crop, slave, and continue sucking it.

Obediently, I followed the handle down, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around the handle. Finally, Master stopped the crop a few inches from the ground. Just as I was about to fall, my hands came forward to brace my upper body, but I still continued sucking.

Very nice, Esclave. There is hope for you yet. Master withdrew the crop from my mouth. Now place your elbows on the floor, your palms by your head, facing up. Keep your ass high, slave.

Quickly I moved into position as commanded, my whole body shivering with the anticipation. The juices of my pussy were about to run down my thighs. Master walked behind me.

I see that our game has aroused you, Esclave, Master said with a chuckle. He took his hand away from my pussy. With each stroke of my crop, you are to thank your master. Understand? I nodded yes.

Master pushed my knees farther apart, exposing my moistening pussy even further. He slid the handle of the crop across my labia, tickling my clit. I could not help but moan. Abruptly, the Master pulled the crop away from my pussy and struck it full across my ass.

Thank you, Master, I squeaked.

Without pausing, Master cropped the back of my right thigh. My head arched back in shock never had I felt such a mingling of pain and pleasure.

Thank you, Master.

Master returned the crop handle to my pussy, rubbing it gently into the wetness, letting it slip into my fiery hole. Without warning, he pulled the crop from my pussy and, with full force, struck my ass hard.

Thank you, Master.

Higher. Get your ass up higher! He scraped the head of the crop between my cheeks, poking my asshole lightly. I arched my back and thrust my ass out behind me, begging for the crop with my body. Master let the crop fall with a snap across the back of my shaking thighs.

Thank you, Master, I gasped. With a short, sharp blow from the tip of the crop, Master swatted my pussy, the tip of the crop snapping against my throbbing clit. I yelped, then spread my legs wider for another hit.

Thank you, Master.

Who do you belong to, Esclave?

I belong to you, my master. I am your slave to do with as you please.

Very good, Esclave. How do you feel after your thrashing?

Ready, Master. Ready for more, for you.

Good. Master retrieved the strap on vibrator and threw it toward me. Sit up. Put this on. I nodded and quickly settled the vibrator over my swollen clitoris. Master picked up a small controller from the table and slid the heart shaped button up and down on the control box. A low whir filled the room, mingled with my moans.

Feel that Esclave? Feel it beating against your clit? I know you want to come, but I won t let you. Not yet.

Master turned off the vibrator and opened his pants. He stepped out of them, his cock sticking straight out, hard and big. I watched the cock as it moved closer to my face.

Suck it, slave. Do it good or I won t let you come.

I inched closer and licked the tip, which was already covered with pre come. I took more of the impressive erection into my mouth and sucked on it with increasing ardor. I continued to lavish attention on my master s cock and worked on his sensitive balls. Soon he was as close as I was to orgasm.

With a groan, Master pulled my mouth from his cock. He pushed me back onto the floor and spread my legs wide. He fell to his knees and covered my body with his, driving his cock deep into my pussy on the first stroke. He slid the vibrator control to its highest level, mercilessly tickling my clit. Master s cock pistoned in and out of me, rushing toward the release we both craved.

With one final thrust, Master flooded my pussy with his hot seed. At the same moment, I exploded in a brilliant orgasm that left me breathless. Paul turned off the vibrator, blanketing the room with silence except for our heavy breathing.

Oh, Paul, that was incredible.

Did you enjoy it, darling? he asked breathlessly.

Yes, immensely so. I flipped Paul over onto his back and, as he loosened my chain, I straddled his hips. In fact, I m ready for another round. Maybe this time you can be the slave.

Ingrid, you are incorrigible.

You d better believe it, Master. You d better believe it.

Ms. Ingrid R., Boston, Massachusetts

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. If the picture happens to be of a hot looking guy, it can be worth a good fuck, too.

Ryan s photo was burning a hole in my purse. We d spoken on the phone many times since I took over representation of a rock band he managed. A promo package he d recently sent included a snapshot of himself, confirming my intuition. He was a mixture of olive skinned Latin lover and long haired, untamed rocker, with an athletic build and a face meant for sitting on. That picture spoke directly to my pussy, which screamed back. My hand snaked into my satin panties and stayed there all afternoon while the rest of the promo stuff languished unopened. I was scheduled to meet Ryan in Texas in two weeks for “business purposes.” I couldn t fucking wait.

I was in a lingerie shop, shimmying into a black lace merry widow. I was so horny I hurt. My nipples jutted aggressively through the underwire bra cups, and my wet cunt had turned my G string into a moist black thread. I d been thinking of Ryan all afternoon, and when I entered the shop, my libidinal thermostat hit an all time high.

The salesgirl, like me, was an attractive blonde. She wore a pink angora sweater and a tight black skirt that showcased her firm ass and long legs. She d been sitting behind the counter, reading a romance novel, but hopped off her stool at my entry. The movement made her skirt briefly ride up, revealing a glimpse of her creamy thigh and white garter.

Delectable as I found her, she also looked like the type who sucked off jocks and spread catty lesbian rumors about girls like me. Sighing inwardly, I relegated her to my wet dream stable and started looking for sexy outfits that would make my trip equal business and pleasure.

The merry widow emphasized my small waist and held my breasts up for whatever Ryan might wish to do with them. I gazed fixedly in the mirror at my long blonde hair, milky skin and dancer s build, and crazily wished that I could pull my reflection out of the cool glass and fuck it, right on my pile of discarded clothes. As I inhaled deeply, the musky aroma of female passion warmed my nostrils. That did it. I dug through my purse until I found Ryan s photo, held it to my face and rubbed my clit through the G string.

My cunt opened hungrily, so I pulled the sopping crotch aside and pushed four fingers in. My cream overflowed at the welcome intrusion and dribbled thickly down my trembling thighs. The hotter I got, the more the businesslike expression of Ryan s face turned coy and encouraging. I finally closed my eyes and mentally let Ryan turn me inside out in a hundred different positions, his steel hard rod going everywhere that could open wide enough to take it. I was now wobbling dangerously in my patent leather heels, so I leaned against the wall, thighs open wide, and bit my lips as my cunt muscles spasmed around my hand in orgasm.

My imagination operated in Technicolor and Surround Sound, so it wasn t until Ryan s fantasy tool slid wetly out of my sticky cunt, while my fingers did the same in reality, that I realized I had a stunned audience. Talk about getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar!

The salesgirl s full lips were as open as her wide blue eyes. Was my imagination still in effect, or were her nipples threatening to poke holes in the pink angora? She stared first at the photo in my sweaty clasp and then at my body, making the same visual pit stops that all the guys did.

“Sorry,” she stammered. “I was asking if you needed any help and I wasn t getting an answer . . . “

I attempted a joke as my cheeks burned in embarrassment and post orgasmic flush. “I think I ll buy this outfit. If it can drive me to do this, think what my boyfriend might do.”

She giggled, but her eyes were glazing over and her nipples thrust out like tiny pine cones. “Is that him in the picture?”

I only nodded, as there was a lump in my throat.

She giggled again, producing a strained and nervous sound, then turned on one spiked heel and disappeared without closing the curtain. As I wiped my hand on a kleenex and reached to undo the corset, I felt weirdly disappointed that she d left. I shouldn t have been, I scolded myself she likely wore some crew cutted meathead s promise ring and was out there calling her shrink for an emergency session about what she d just seen. I was still fumbling with the laces when I remembered that the curtains were open and turned to close them. I nearly fell out of my spikes when the girl reappeared, still flushed but looking far less shy.

“I locked up for my lunch break,” she explained as she pulled her sweater off, exposing an ivory version of the sexy garment I had on. Her breasts were all milk and roses, and they strained against the bra like overripe peaches ready to burst. “I realized I had forgotten to eat.”

I wanted to ask what had jogged her memory, but my mouth was watering so badly that I looked like a hospital case. I watched mutely as she shed her skirt, revealing white lace panties, a tight, creamy belly and slender legs in white, seamed nylon. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs clear down to the knee. Bosom heaving, she asked throatily, “Can I see your boyfriend s picture? Mine broke up with me last week I m feeling it big time.”

I gave it to her as rekindled lust dampened my pussy again. She stared at it, licking her lips and fondling her breasts.

“He s hot. What is he, a rock star?”

“Better. He tells them what to do.”

I caressed my breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingertips. Her breathing became more labored as her free hand descended from her tits into the waistband of her panties. I did the same to myself. I figured that if I couldn t have her personally, masturbating with her while Ryan watched from his Kodak vantage point would be the next best thing. While the air became more heady with our combined erotic perfume, I started telling her about the hot, kinky stuff Ryan and I did, omitting that all of it was still in the planning stage. Most of what I recited was in the realm of the impossible, but she liked hearing it.

I was in the middle of describing a steamy fuck session on the glass roof of a Paris restaurant (while unsuspecting tourists gutted croissants below) when she dropped the picture, threw her arms around me and kissed me so aggressively that my yelp of surprise was muffled.

While our tongues wrestled, I forced her tits out of their lace prison and massaged them roughly. Her lusty moan echoed in both our throats. Her hips were bucking like a train piston, so I worked my thigh between hers and felt her juicy cunt plaster my nylon to my skin. When our lips parted, I bent my head and took one sweet nipple between my scarlet lips while I yanked her panties down. Like me, she was clean shaven. I rubbed my thumb over her hard little clit, using her slippery oils to jerk her off, and worked my fingers into her core. Her internal muscles were so strong that they sucked my fingers inside, right up to the knuckle, and held tight.

“Please!” she wailed, trembling. “Finger fuck me! Hard!”

“Like this?” My wrist motions became fiercer. She threw her head back, her gorgeous blonde mane tumbling over her smooth shoulders.

“Yes! Do that! Just like that!”

Her nails dug into my back while she cried out and undulated on my hand. When I detected pre orgasmic spasms in the works, I dropped to my knees and plunged my face into her crotch. My free hand kept busy between my legs, mirroring what I was doing to her.

My practiced tongue, which my last female lover had proclaimed a national treasure, circled her exposed, swollen clit with a slowness intended to drive her wild. The ploy worked: She pressed her pelvis tight against me, smearing her sultry lubrication over my cheeks and chin and wordlessly demanding more. I obliged by taking the little kernel of flesh between my teeth and battering it with my tongue until her cunt lips unfurled like a hot house flower and her orgasm glossed my face with pussy juice. I held her soft white thighs and licked her until her hips stopped writhing and all was quiet except for our deep breathing.

Finally, the salesgirl spoke. “I thought things like this only happened in porno movies.”

I stood up, dusted my knees and picked up a kleenex to wipe my face. She stopped me with a kittenish smile and licked the taste of herself off my skin. The light touch of her tongue sent mini currents directly to my crotch, releasing my orgasm. She chuckled at that like a contented cat with a mouthful of cream, which I suppose she was at that moment.

“My name s Robin,” she said, as if it were perfectly normal to introduce yourself after getting fucked. “And you are “

Robin ended up giving me her phone number and a substantial discount on the merry widow. I also left with her panties, which she d mistakenly or deliberately forgotten to put back on. I plan on giving them to Ryan when I see him, along with a detailed description of this amazing encounter.

As for the photo, it occupies a place of importance in my handbag, along with my Trojans and vibrator. I m hoping that they ll work in conjunction for many days to, er, come.

Ms. Rene Q., Los Angeles, California

John Wayne, the archetypical rugged, homegrown American male. His face was flickering across my television screen when I clicked on the late night western, True Grit, in which the Duke played Rooster Cogburn. Now where can a girl find herself a man like that? I thought as I got comfortable and allowed myself to become absorbed in the black and white wrangler adventure.

Westerns had never really been my cup of tea, but cowboys . . . I wouldn t mind having one of those. I always did have a thing for boots and spurs and cowboy hats. I watched Wayne gallop across the screen until I couldn t keep my eyes open any longer, and soon I was dreaming about my own adventures in the Wild West . . .

I first met Mack when I was spending time in the rough saloons of the New Mexico frontier with my favorite drinking companion, and best friend, Judy. Mack walked in just as I was downing a shot of whiskey. We immediately made eye contact, and I watched curiously as he found his way to the bar and asked for a glass of water. He hardly seemed the sober type, with his unshaved complexion and tight fitting trousers, but his choice of beverage intrigued me as much as the deep scar that arced over the eyebrow of his right eye.

Noticing my interest in the sexy stranger, Judy leaned over and whispered in my ear, He s a gunslinger, honey. Too much of a bobcat for your domestic blood.

I heard what Judy had said, but we both knew that I wasn t listening. And no sooner had the words slurred from her tipsy lips, and I was making my way across the saloon to claim me a cowboy.

Mack was really a marshal, known for catching cattle rustlers and famous for his sure shot. He was modest about it, though, so I had to rely on the town folks for tales. The first thing he said to me when I approached him at the bar was, Whiskey is a hard drink for a soft woman like yourself, and I was in love.

I spent hours with him at the bar, staring into his iridescent blue eyes and listening to him speak about where he was brought up and how dedicated he was to his job. I wanted to take Mack to bed with me that very night, but he resisted my advances. He claimed that he was only a part time cowboy and a full time gentleman, and never slept with a woman the first time he met her.

Before we parted for the night, I asked him if we would ever see each other again, and in response, he took me in his arms and kissed me, his mouth opening roughly as our lips met. His tongue slid against my teeth, seeking passage into my mouth until I opened myself to him. It was like no kiss I had ever felt before, and our tongues were still dancing the two step well after the saloon s music had ceased and the bartender had locked up for the night. As we kissed, Mack drew me to him so passionately that I nearly lost my balance and fell. When we finally let go, I had to struggle to catch my breath. He took me home on the back of his horse, and we parted with a simple hug.

Every night thereafter, I sat on the porch watching the sun go down over the Tularosa Valley waiting for Mack to come riding down the road that led to my front door. But after a few weeks had passed and I saw no sign of him, I feared that he would never return. Three weeks later, however, while I was cleaning up the dishes from dinner, I heard the distinct sound of horse hooves click clacking their way to my front garden. I immediately felt my heart leap in hope that it would be my long lost vaquero, but then quickly set myself up for the large possibility of disappointment. There were plenty of other people in these parts that got around on horse, who was to say that it had to be him? But it was.

I ran outside to greet him, stopping just a few inches from where he had stationed his horse. Mack jumped down from his sorrel colored quarter horse and I took in the sexy sight of him, from his Chisholm jacket to his Big Daddy Joe Justin cowboy boots. I couldn t help myself from running toward him, longing to be held in his arms. Our lips quickly locked, his kisses were no less fervent than that first night, his hands zealously exploring the curve of my hip and the swell of my derriere.

Mack nearly crushed me, he held me so hard. And the feel of his cock pressing against my pelvis, along with the smell of pinion pine and Utah juniper that emanated from his course cowboy flesh, had my pussy in an uproar.

No sooner had we made it inside and Mack and I were undressed, all that caged up desire finally cut loose. I trembled slightly as his rein callused hands feathered my chest, slowly fluttering down to my stomach. I gazed into his eyes, as he studied me with grave interest, allowing his hands and eyes to become acquainted with my body before planting a soft, yielding kiss on my lips.

Mack kissed me slowly and sweetly, biting and sucking on my lower lip, tracing my lip shape with his own tongue. It was hard to break away when he moved his mouth from mine and began making his way down my neck to suck on my throat flesh. I nervously allowed my fingers to slip down to fondle his balls, and he reached up to cup my breast. I massaged his ball sac gently before bringing my hand up to linger on the bulbous crown of his cock, Mack quivering to my touch. He reciprocated the thrill, as he began to massage my breasts, sending electrical sensations throughout my body.

Taking each breast in the palm of his hand, Mack rubbed them with the deliberation of a masseuse, kneading and pressing my flesh. When he had succeeded at turning me into an aroused pile of mush, he bent down to hungrily suck my nipples, his hands now finding new places to explore.

Mack s caresses were gentle, as his hands journeyed every inch of my bare skin with the certainty of a longtime lover. His roaming hands soon found the sensitive insides of my thighs, and he ran his fingertips gently over my leg before teasingly moving on to trace my labia, until finally finding my sopping cunt. All the while, Mack s tongue continued its exploration of my breast, as he now circled my areola, then pulled gently on the erect nipple.

As my own arousal surged, I began working my hand faster on his cock, my fingertips skimming up and down the thick shaft and grazing his balls and inner thighs. His massaging and sucking had ignited me so that I didn t think I could hold out much longer, and wanting him then more than ever, I halted Mack s ministrations and directed him to the bedroom, where I quickly pushed him on the bed.

Without further ado, I mounted myself on top of my cowboy and straddled his hips, claiming his cock with my two hands. I stroked it briefly, admiring its length and girth, before lifting myself above it and guiding it up into my cunt.

We both cried out as our bodies joined, our souls seeming to fuse together as I began gently trotting up and down on his cock, my snug vagina gloving his penis as my hands roamed his chest and stomach. Mack s hands went to my ass, and he clutched my firm curves as I swayed above him, the intensity of our gyrations increasing as we raced to a steady rhythm of mining pleasure from each other s body.

I squeezed my knees and thighs against his hips as I rode him, caterwauling as I gained speed, with Mack bucking up to meet my thrusts. I almost screamed out, Ride em Cowboy, when I felt the first stirrings of his orgasm, his cock pulsing inside my cunt before his semen shot up inside me. I trailed quickly behind him with an orgasm of seismic proportions taking me to the top of Wheeler Peak before reducing me to a chunk of crumbling gypsum. After relishing in the moment of infinite splendor, I dismounted his cock and nestled myself into his arms before drifting off into a quiet sleep.

We made love again the next morning, with Mack bringing new meaning to his fame as a marksman, eliciting pleasure from parts of me that I hadn t even known existed, and targeting my every nerve ending with bull s eye precision until I was writhing and moaning helplessly in his arms . . .

I awoke to the Star Spangled Banner blaring out of my television, a pool of sweat beneath me on the couch. I was a little disappointed that I had missed the rest of True Grit but glad that I could go upstairs to bed and return to my wonderful fantasy.

Ms. Joanne P., Jackson, Mississippi

There is a guy in my office who really turns me on. His name is Mario. I love his thick lustrous hair and dark, soulful eyes, and I get wet just imagining how he would look caught up in pure sexual passion. We are good friends and both happily monogamous, although we do enjoy some harmless flirting. For instance, he has this way of licking envelopes that makes my clit jump to attention. He knows very well what this does to me. I completely lose my train of thought as all of my mental energy rushes to fuel the fire burning in my loins. It is at this point that my fantasy begins . . .

With my clit throbbing, I wonder how it would actually feel to have Mario s talented tongue flicking my joy button. I turn back to my desk, struggling to focus on the task before me. It s only minutes before the office closes and I press my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the throbbing urgency there. I can t wait to get home and pull out my vibrator and get my long awaited release.

Just as I start getting my desk in order, my boss asks me if I can stay late to show the carpet cleaning crew which office needs vacuuming. As my husband is working late, too, I tell her sure, I have plenty of work to keep me busy. After hearing the door click shut, I realize there will be no one but me and Mario in the building until the cleaning crew arrives.

My thoughts are quickly drawn back to the incessant pulsations in my pussy. I slide my dress to my waist and ease my lacy panties over my garters and stockings, stashing them in my purse. Relaxing in my chair, I dip one finger and then another into my molten cunt. I feel my desire growing as I watch my long red fingernails spread my clean shaven pussy lips wider. I realize, as I look down at my glistening, engorged clitoris, that I am intensifying my throbbing desire rather than releasing it.

Down the hall I hear Mario finishing a phone call. I stand up, allowing my silken dress to fall back into place. I feel the dress tease my bare mound and softly cling to my ass. I walk directly down the hall to Mario s office, removing the pins from my waist length auburn hair, which until now was neatly arranged in a French twist. Standing in the doorway, I shake my head and scatter my mane over my shoulders. Hearing a noise, he swivels around in his chair to face me. I watch his eyes as they take in the loosened auburn locks, the flush of my face and the rapid rise and fall of my breast. My breath catches as I feel his eyes caressing my pebble hard nipples. With his eyes traveling slowly downward, admiring every inch of my body, he finishes his call.

Dropping the phone onto its cradle, he looks straight into my eyes and sees the raw passion kindled there. As I boldly return his gaze, I place one finger in front of my lips to silence his questions. After a moment s pause he relaxes and smiles. His acquiescence adds fuel to my fire. I walk around his desk and drop to my knees. Reaching out, I gingerly cup his manhood in my warm hand, squeezing it gently through his pants. His cock is now throbbing in my hand. Sliding my palm very slowly and deliberately up his full length, I release his pants. I feel his cock straining to be free of its confinement as I carefully ease the zipper down. Free of its constraints, his cock stands proudly at its ultimate fullness.

Easing down his briefs, I expose the deep purple head of his shaft. I lean forward, allowing my warm breath to bring his every nerve ending to life. My tongue flicks out to lick the underside of his shaft. Lifting my head slightly, I lower my hot mouth over the smooth surface of his engorged cock. Surrounding his cock with my lips, I take him deeper into my throat, twirling my tongue around it at the base. I slide my lips upward, letting the head of his cock pop gently from my mouth. I look up to see the fire in his eyes and I give him a devilish smile.

Taking his cock again deeply into my mouth, I take him for a wild ride of passion and pleasure. Sucking him deeply, I fuck his cock with my mouth, alternating slow and fast rhythms. From time to time I remove his cock from my mouth to leisurely trace delicate patterns on the throbbing head only to once again swallow him to the root. I listen to his low, earthy moans and sense him approaching the brink of his explosion. I pull my lips away from his cock and trail them across his thigh as I allow him to calm slightly.

Now again I wrap my lips around his shaft as I gently caress his balls. My tongue trails teasingly up the full length of his shaft to swirl around the mushroomed head, and then slowly, tantalizingly, I begin my journey downward. Mario s head is now rolling from side to side as deep moans escape his lips. Removing his cock from my mouth, I stand and slip my dress from my shoulders so it falls to me feet. I lift and massage my creamy breast as his gaze locks onto my clean shaven pussy, and his cock leaps to a new level of fullness. I lean forward, allowing my breasts to hang just in front of his eyes while I unbutton his shirt. I rake my long nails across his nipples, teasing plucking, squeezing. I replace my fingers with my lips, twirling and sucking each nipple.

Sliding his shirt from his shoulders and tossing aside the pants puddled at his feet, I straddle Mario, masturbating his length with the back and forth rhythm of my cunt. I squeeze my breasts, pulling my nipples until they ache. I lower first one and then the other to his seeking lips. Sucking deeply, he teases them one at at time. Arching my back, I glide my now screaming pussy over the throbbing mushroom head of Mario s cock.

Rocking rapidly back and forth, I allow the motion of the chair to hold our tempo as his cockhead sinks and emerges from my molten pussy. Still sucking on my tits, he arches his pelvis upward, trying to sink deeper into my tightness. Looking into his eyes, I see primitive lust blazing there.

Throwing back my head, surrendering to the wantonness of my soul, I thrust downward, taking his fullness all at once. His soft balls tease my ass as my pussy lips stretch to encompass his entire length. Using just my cunt muscles and the gentle rocking of the chair, I allow my juices to coat his throbbing member. Moving to its own music, my body sways like a dancer s sensually thrusting and sliding, rising and falling, squeezing and releasing, fucking Mario with complete abandon.

I ride him like a stallion as he bucks and arches deeper and deeper into my pussy. Feeling the sensations rising up from my core, I cry out, Fuck me harder! Faster. Oh, fast and deep, please! Fill me with your come. Give it all to me . . . now!

Suddenly, I feel the pulsations of come shoot across my clit and I go off like a rocket, screaming and writhing as my orgasm bursts. With each continued thrust of his cock, my cunt explodes in orgasm after orgasm.

Satiated, I collapse on his chest, gasping for breath and feeling his cock subside within me. As my equilibrium is restored, I stand, pick up my things and turn to go. Mario starts to speak, but again I place my finger to my lips and smile. He nods and I leave.

Arriving home, with my pussy still soaked and pulsing, I walk in the door to find my husband in the shower. Throwing back the shower curtain, I stand on the side of the tub and balance myself against the wall, using my leg as a brace. I offer him my well fucked pussy, still dripping with Mario s semen. His tongue eagerly seeks my cunt, lapping up my juices. He looks up puzzled, and I smile. Starting at the beginning, I relate each hot juicy detail and he devours my dripping cunt. As the last words leave my lips, he wraps his arms under my knees, pins me to the wall and buries his cock to the hilt in my slit. We fuck like wild animals and in seconds we are both exploding as warm semen fills my pussy yet again.

We shower together then, move into the bedroom where we collapse exhausted across the bed. My husband smiles lovingly and tells me how much he enjoyed my adventure. He can hardly wait for the next.

Back at work the next day, it is business as usual as I wait patiently for the next letter to be signed, sensuously sealed and imaginatively delivered.

Ms. Evelyn O., Atlanta, Georgia