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Psycho Sessions

blowjobs, fucking

“Just lie down on the couch and relax, Marcia,” Dr. Fagen said easily, “this is just our first session to gether so we’ll use it basicly to get to know one and other and create a trust between us, how does that sound to you!?!” “Uh, pretty good, doctor,” she replied while getting comfortable on the cool leather sofa that dominated the expanisive office of Dr. Harold Fagen, the resident psychotherapist at County General Hospital who specializes in sexual dysfunction! “Dr. Katzman sent over your file,” Harold Fagen said candidly, “and after going over it carefully, I concluded just as he did, that you have absolutely nothing wrong with you physically, and that any problem that you may be having is most likely the result of some mental trauma!” “I realize that,” Marcia replied softly, “but what is it that’s keeping me from having a sexaul climax, doctor, I’m only twenty five years old and still haven’t experienced even one orgasm in my entire life!?!” “Well,” the doctor replied gently, “that is what we are here to find out!”

“It says on your chart that you’re not married,” Dr. Fagen asked, “is that still the case!?!” “Of course it is,” Marcia replied sadly, “who’d ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!” “Why do you call yourself a cold fish,” the doctor asked, “the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!” “Oh, I suppose so,” Marcia replied, “but from what I’ve heard, a man gets a lot of pleasure out bringing his partners to climax, and depriving him of this satisfaction would probably make him at least less than happy with the relationship!” “Of course that’s true up to a point,” the doctor added, “but the driving force for a man in a relationship with a woman is to procreate, and if she has or doesn’t have a climax is in many cases immaterial!” “Well maybe to him it is,” Marica retorted, “but it certainly is to me!”

“Okay then,” Dr. Fagen replied, “let’s start at the beginning, when you’re with a man, do you become sexually aroused!?!” “Oh yes,” she gushed, “when ever I’m in the company of a man I can certainly feel the desire building inside of me!” “Exactly what do you feel,” he asked softly?!? “You mean specifically,” she asked a little nervously?!? “Specifcially,” he replied, “what do you feel or sense!?!” “Well,” she began slowly, “of course my vagina immediately gets very wet and my breasts seem to puff up and tingle in anticipation of being sucked on!” “Do you like getting your nipples sucked on,” he asked!?! “Mmmm, yes,” she replied, “very much, I also like getting them nipped a little bit!” “That’s a good healthy sign,” he replied, “but getting back to your vagina, when you get wet is it just a little dampness or are you really drenched!?!” “Most of the time I’m completely sopping wet,” she declared, “and usually my panties are soaked right along my crack!” “What turns you on about a man, Marcia,” he asked, “I mean what physical attributes do you appreciate in a man!?!” “Boy you really get personal don’t you, doctor,” she replied a little red faced!?! “I have to, Marcia,” he responded quickly, “now please, answer the question!”

“First off,” she opined, “I like a man who’s tall, I’m five nine in flats, so I want a man I don’t have to look down on to talk to, and I like dark curley hair, no baldies for me!” Dr. Fagen chuckled a little under his breath at her little aside, but then steering her back to the topic at hand asked, “What else, there must be more than just height and hair that gets you going, what about build!?!” “Well uh, I guess I like my men to be on the muscular side,” she replied, “but not like a body builder but more like a swimmer’s body, you know, long and lean!” “What about body hair,” he asked!?! “Love it,” she replied giggling, “up to a point, but not like a gorilla!” “And finally we get down to the big question,” he said softly, “what about genital size, do you have a preference there, too!?!” “Her face blaze red imstantly, and in a almost whispered voice she replied, “I-I guess I’d have to say that I like penises on the larger side nice with tight balls!” “Circumcised,” he asked!?! “Oh yes,” she replied quickly, “I like to be able to see the head even when its soft, and I like it better that way for oral sex, too!?!”

Dr. Fagen sat there for a few minutes digesting everything that Marcia had told him before asking, “Have you ever had a man that fit the mold you’ve just described to me!?!” “Not really,” she said sadly, “but I’m still looking!” “What if we found a man that fit everyone of your categories,” the doctor opined, “save one, and let’s say that he was bald, could you be happy with a man like that!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she mumbled, “I guess I’ve never thought about it that way!” “I know that we’re early in our treatment,” he went on, “but already I believe I have at least half a theory!” “Really,” she asked excitedly, “and what is it!” “How does unrealistic expectations grab you,” he replied, “you’ve described your prince charming but in reality you might never meet him, and if you did, do you think you could live up to the high expectations you’d surely believe he had for you!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she said slowly, “I’ve never thought about it that way!”

“Okay,” he said softly, “let’s get back to your inability to climax, do you ever masturbate!?!” “Uh, not much,” she answered, “it really doesn’t seem to do much good!” “Well, when you do,” he asked, “is it at all plasureable even though you don’t climax!?!” “Yeah, sure it is,”she replied, “but that’s hardly the point is it!?!” “Let’s think about that for a moment,” he replied gently, do you ever watch televison for pure enjoyment, such as a movie or concert!?!” “Of course I do,” she replied, “everyone does!?!” “Exactly,” he intoned, “but you say that there’s no point to masturbation even if it feels good to you, and answer me this, what was more enjoyable to you, that movie on TV or the feeling in your vagina when you were sexually aroused!?!” For a moment she didn’t answer him, but after a little contemplation, she replied slowly, “Well I guess it’s more pleasureable when I masturbate, but I’m not sure that I get your point!” “My point is that while masturbation is more enjoyable than watching a TV program,” he explained, “but you’d still opt for the TV show just because your masturbation session wasn’t quite what you’d hope it would be!”

“Are you saying that I should masturbate more,” she asked!?! “Not at all,” he replied gently, “I’m just saying that maybe you could start facing your problem by yourself and not relying on a fanciful idol that probably only exists in your mind!” “But I’ve tried masturbating and it just doesn’t happen for me,” she fairly whined! “Mmmmmm, feeling sorry for ourself are we,” he gently chided her!?! “I guess I am,” she said sadly, “I’m just so darned tired of not getting it when everyone around me is!” “I’m sure that it’s very frustrating for you, Marcia,” he said quietly, “but have you ever thought that maybe it’s your technique that’s wrong!?!” “Good grief,” she replied, “are you trying to tell me I don’t even know how to beat off!?!” “Not really,” he chuckled, “but you might just need a little push in the right direction!” “Well, maybe,” she replied doubtfully, “but how are you gonna do that!?!”

“Before we get to that,” he opined, “what do you think about when you do masturbate, is it that perfect male you have in your mind, or something else!?!” “Ahem, I guess I think about you know, the male genitalia,” she replied red faced!?! “That’s perfectly normal,” he answered gently, “in fact I’d wager a guess that ninety five percent of all women think about exactly that, and the other five are liars,” he added with a laugh, “but my next question is very important, so answer me truthfully!” “Okay,” she replied, “ask away!” “Have you ever masturbated in front of a man and him in front of you,” he asked softly!?! “No,” she quicly replied, “never, I’d be much too embarrassed to try something like that!” “Even if it meant having nice hard orgasms for the first time,” he asked her forcefully, “and I mean real earth shaking climaxes!?! “After thinking about it for a moment, she nodded her head and answered, “I’m ready for anything, let’s do it!”

“Do I really have to take off all of my clothing,” she asked incredulously, “ya see lately I’ve put on a little weight and I’m not ot sure about…………….” “Take it all off,” he interrupted, “and let’s be quick about it, we want to see if we can free all of the pent up emotions trapped deep inside of you!” After standing up and rolling her eyes, Marica turned away from Dr. Fagen and removed every last stitch of her clothing, and then in a small voice offered, “I’m so embarrassed, I don’t think I can even face you!” “Well if you turn around you’ll find out that I’m in the same boat as you,” he replied gently! “Y-you mean you’re naked too,” she stammered nervously!?! “See for yourself,” he replied, “now lie back down on the couch and let’s get started!”

“You have a very voluptuous body,” the doctor commented while moving his chair into a spot where both of them were facing directly at each other, “I’ve always been partial to red hair and large breasts!” “Y-you’e just saying that,” she replied red faced as she noticed him looking at her bushy red haired vagina, “how can I be sure that you’re not just saying that!?!” “Well,” he opined, “this might be one way of telling,” as he shifted around, giving her a perfect view of his huge erection, “and believe me, it’s just like George Washington, it cannot tell a lie!” Marcia couldn’t help but break out laughing at Dr. Fagen’s little joke, and the in a soft voice replied, “You can’t tell it from over there, but mine feels the same as yours!” “That’s good, Marcia,” he replied softly, “now tell me the truth, what would you like to watch me do!?!” As her hand automatically fell into her crotch, Marcia stared at the doctor’s erection, and in a soft hoarse voice begged, “Please, jerk it for me, fist your big fat cock in your hand!”

“You mean like this,” he asked softly as his hand slowly moved up and down his long thick shaft!?! “Oh yes,” she gasped, “j-just like that, only faster, do it faster for me!” “But if I do that and stare at your pretty body I’ll shoot it way to quickly,” he replied gently, “you don’t want me to cum already do you!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she moaned while staring at his hand and pecker, “I want you to shoot it all over yourself, really have a big one!” “I could do that,” he said almost in a whisper, “but want you to cum right along with me, you want to cum don’t you, Marcia!?!” “Oh yes,” she gasped as her finger flew over her distended clit, “b-but I don’t think that I can!” “Of course you can,” Dr, Fagen replied evenly, “but sometimes it just takes a little extra push to get a person over the hump, Marcia, would like me to give you that little extra push!?!” “God yes,” she groaned, “y-your driving me crazy, tell what you’re going to do to me!” “Well, it’s not much really,” he replied, “not really much at all!”

Marica’s eyes were practically glazed over from all of the excitement that was coursing through her veins, so at first she didn’t even notice when Dr. Fagen stood came over and stood directly over her with his big dick standing menacingly at attention just a foot or so from her large jiggling breasts! “Now Marcia,” he asked softly, “do you want to know what I’m going to do to help you cum!?!” With a little line of drool running out of the corner of her mouth, Marcia nodded her head yes, and as her finger literally flew over the head of her hard little clit, Dr. Fagen began whipping his hand up and down his dick with almost frightening speed until just before he was about to shoot he groaned, “I-I’m gonna shoot it all over your big fucking tits, and when it does, you’re gonna cum right along with me, do you got it!?!” Her face was now contorted in a mask of pure elation as she nodded her head in assent, while just seconds later, his big pecker spasmed hard several times before spewing load after load of hot burning jism all over Marica’s heaving chest!” This was the moment of truth, and while Dr. Fagen was in the midst of a stunning orgasm of his own, his clinical training still allowed him to observe with some degree of attachment Marica’s reaction to his cumming on her tits, and the results were to say the least specatular, as her entire belly and crotch convulsed at least ten times and a series of the most brutal orgasms he had ever seen a woman experience, devastate her over heated cunt!

For the next five minutes she was unable to speak as she relished the feeling of contentment she had so long desired and finally attained! When she finally opened her eyes, a small “cat that ate the canary” smile crept slowly over her face and she offered soflty, “I’ll never choose TV over masturbation ever again, and you’ve got my word on it!”

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Getting Pegged

domination, first time, fucking, lesbians

Hank always thought his sister’s significant other Lisa was sexy. Even though she had an air ‘butchness’ about her. Lisa’s hair was done up feminine. She wore dresses occasionally to work and she used makeup. But she had a mannish way of walking and talking. She relished dirty jokes and just like men she made the occasional inappropriate sexual remark. She clearly was the ‘man’ of the relationship with his sister even though they both said that the relationship wasn’t about masculine/feminine stereotypes. Lisa was always in the man position during cuddling or snuggling. Eva, Hank’s sister, always wrapped her arms around Lisa’s neck during kissing. It their whole relationship it seemed that Lisa was the man and Eva was the woman. And Hank was jealous that his had found such a sexy and masculine woman.

Hank liked to fantasize that Lisa would make him have sex with her. Make him lick her cunt and suck hard on her small but perky tits. And for the finale, she would strap-on a dildo and stick it up his ass and fuck him til they were both exhausted.

Hank was a wimp and he had known this since he was little. He was always taken with the women who were masculine. He enjoyed watching women bodybuilders, they always turned him on. So Hank naturally thought of himself as the femme side of the equation and wanted to be with women who would be the masculine side. Hank loved to masturbate to fantasies about women doing him in his back door. From a young age he fondled and then eventually penetrated his ass. And from the first time he penetrated himself he knew that he would love a good ass fucking. When he moved out on his own he even bought a dildo to use on himself. He spent many a night in anal ecstasy picturing that a woman was giving it to him good. Now at the age of 23 he wanted a women to fuck him. Especially if the ass fucker was Lisa.

Lisa and Hank got along well because they were both big sports fans. She was a Giant fan and he was a Dodger fan. They would tease and mock each other throughout the baseball season. But since he had moved to SoCal a year ago they didn’t go to any games together anymore.

After a year in his new job, Hank finally earned a week’s vacation. He planned to go and spend a week with his sister and Lisa. He called his sister and made plans. Eva said she was happy to have Hank come up. She even mentioned that they would all go to a Giants game at the new PacBell Park.

When Hank arrived on a Saturday, the three of them spent the day wandering around town. They played a quick game of tennis in the late afternoon and then headed back to Eva and Lisa’s house for dinner. This whole time Hank couldn’t get the thought out of his head of Lisa fucking him with a dildo. And the way she was dressed didn’t help matters either. She wore a tank top with running shorts that showed her thighs up to where her butt started. Hank had to keep fighting a constant erection knowing he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until bedtime.

When bedtime did come, Hank was finally happy he would get relief from the sexual tension he had been feeling since he had arrived. He bid a goodnight to his hosts who were also thinking of retiring for the evening. After brushing his teeth, Hank went in to his guest bedroom and quickly closed the door. He headed straight for his suitcase and found his dildo. From the side pocket he pulled out some lube and laid down on the bed. He fingered his ass for awhile fantasizing that Lisa was preparing him for a screwing. When he was ready, he slowly slid the dildo up his ass. He took his time savoring the feeling and letting his sexual imagination wander. He stroked his cock slowly, occasionally stopping to taste his precum. As the excitement built , he stroked faster. As he neared his climax, Hank moaned out Lisa’s name. “Fuck me, Lisa” he said a couple of times before finally releasing his load with an intense orgasm that made him what to shout with pleasure. He was able to somewhat mute his shout of pleasure and figured that Lisa and Eva probably didn’t hear it being that they listened to TV while they went to sleep. After resting for a few minutes, Hank got up, put on some shorts and headed to the bathroom to wash off the dildo. He came back to bed able to fall quickly into a deep sleep.

On Sunday, they were to go to the ballgame. But Eva found out that she was needed at work and wouldn’t be able to come along. So now it was just Lisa and Hank. Much like yesterday, Lisa was wearing very short shorts. Just looking at her legs while they drove to the game gave Hank an erection. Lisa seemed to be struggling with something on her mind as they drove the first few minutes in silence.

Suddenly, Lisa dropped the bombshell. “I saw you last night. I snuck into your room when you were brushing your teeth and hid in the closet. I was going to jump out and scare you when you got into bed and turned out the lights. But instead you jacked off with that dildo.”

Hank didn’t know what to say. He tried to mumble something. But Lisa continued.

“Do you want me to fuck you? You were moaning last night about me fucking you.”

Hank couldn’t look at her. He was caught and didn’t know what say. He figured Lisa was mad at him. “Did you tell my sister?” Hank finally asked.

“Yes and no. I told her I didn’t get to scare you because you started masturbating. But I didn’t tell her about the dildo or you moaning my name.” She smiled at him and added, “It’s called pegging.”

“What is?”

“Having a woman fuck a guy with a dildo is called pegging. At least in the circles I run in.” she smiled again. This made Hank feel much better. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She at least seems amused by the thought. So Hank asked her if she ever had pegged a guy.

“No, but for the last few years it has been a big fantasy of mine. It seems it’s a big fantasy of yours, too.” She said as she looked at him with what Hank thought of as possibly lust. “Look in my backpack in the back seat. I packed especially for this trip.”

Hank did as he was told. In the backpack were two dildos and a harness to which either one could attach. “Which one would you like me to use on you?” Lisa asked playfully. This time there was no mistaking the look of lust on Lisa’s face. This gave Hank’s dick a big rush.

“This one,” said Hank, holding up the eight-inch purple dong.

Lisa smiled at his choice. It was then that Hank noticed that they weren’t headed for the ballpark.

“I know a nice secluded spot were we can have some fun.” Lisa said. Hank found his heart racing as he realized that his biggest fantasy was going to come true.

When they arrived at the spot, it was a hillside that gave them cover from three sides. They both got in the back seat and started to remove each others clothing. Lisa laid down on top of Hank and probed his mouth with her delicious tongue. While continuing to kiss, Lisa moved her hands down to Hank’s asshole and started to play with it. A jolt of electricity went up Hank’s body and she probed him with her fingers. Soon she had two fingers in him and started to thrust them in and out. Hank was in ecstasy. He played with her nipples with his fingers.

“I think now you’re ready,” Lisa said as reached for the harness. Hank helped her put it on as well as helping with attaching the dildo. “Show me that ass of yours. I think I need to fuck you good.”

Hank got on his hands and knees and showed his ass to her. She put her hands on his hips and placed the tip of the dildo against his bud. Hank quivered in anticipation. She firmly but slowly slipped the dildo into him. The pleasure was almost unbearable for Hank. He wanted her to start thrusting into him and moved his ass closer to her.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded.

“Patience, my sweet, Patience.” She finally slid the length of the dildo inside of him and slowly started to thrust. Hank moved with her tempo.

It was the most amazing feeling for Hank. The slow thrusting made his prostate come alive and his cock felt on fire. Lisa started to quicken her thrusting.

“Now, you can say ‘fuck me, Lisa” she teased and started to move the dildo almost all the way out and then quickly thrust it all the way in. Hank’s ass moved with her quick thrusts.

“Oh god! Fuck me, Lisa. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Hank yelled as his orgasm started to build. It built deep inside where he never felt it start before. Soon it seemed to take over his whole body and he unleashed a torrent of semen. While the waves of climax hit he begged to Lisa to keep fucking him. His begging sent Lisa over the edge and she too was sent into ecstasy.

Lisa kept pounding into Hank until her orgasm began to subside. Finally she stopped. For a few minutes, no sound could be heard but the sound of their heavy breathing. Finally she removed the dildo from Hank’s ass. They embraced and kissed.

Hank looked at Lisa and said, “That was incredible, You definitely know how to use a cock. I certainly do enjoying being fucked.”

Lisa laughed and looked at him, “We have a ballgame to attend. But then we’ll have time on the way back for another pegging.”

Hank couldn’t wait.

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The Ride Home

big tits, blowjobs, cheating wives, family, fucking

I guess I should start out by first describing myself since that seems the way these stories start off. My name is Denise, I’m a 19 year-old enjoying my summer vacation after my freshman year at Princeton. I’m 5’4″ 120 lbs 34B-25-36 with dark hair and brown eyes and of Italian descent. I have olive skin that gets golden in the summer time. I’ve been told that I am pretty and I generally have no problems getting a date. I lost my virginity in October and had one other lover at school this year. So that’s my personal data.

This summer for graduation, my dad arranged a trip to Greece with him and his fiancée and myself. I knew it was his attempt to get me and Cindy to get along. I didn’t like her at first. Of course, I was like most children of divorced parents who had the fantasy that mom and dad would get back together some day. My dad is a big time attorney and as usual, he cancelled out at the last minute because of an important client who got arrested. He said he would try to join us, but that never happened.

The other reason I didn’t like Cindy was she was only 30 and I figured she was a gold digger after dads money. My dad is a very handsome man but he’s 56, what could they possibly have in common. The other strike against her was she was gorgeous. Dad met her while he was in Vegas, she was a showgirl or something. Cindy was the typical blonde bombshell, pretty face awesome body and 36DD breasts which I saw along with a few hundred Greeks while we were away. She dragged me to a nude beach and although we only went topless, all eyes were on Cindy. It was like I didn’t exist when I was around her.

Worst of all, after being in Greece with her for a week or so I realized that she was pretty cool and that I really liked her. Once that hill was crossed, we had a great time and it didn’t matter that dad never joined us. The fact is, I developed a crush on Cindy while we were away. I had a strange attraction towards one of my roommates at school but I didn’t dare act on it, so the tingly feeling I got when I saw her topless at the beach and after that I saw her walk around the hotel suite barely dressed after showering was nothing new to me.

She was like hanging out with one of my roommates. We chatted up a storm and we talked about boys and one night she made a confession to me that drove me crazy and still does. When I asked her what attracted her to my dad she asked me if I really wanted to know. We had shared a bottle of wine at dinner and I was feeling quite tipsy but I still was taken off guard by her answer. She said when she was on her first date with dad, they were slow dancing and she felt a rather impressive lump in his slacks. “Dad’s got a big one?” I asked gasping. I had never thought about him that way.

“Not that long… but thicker then my wrist,” was her answer and that’s what floored me. I’ve wanted to see daddy’s dick ever since that night as perverted as that sounds. So you see, we really bonded in Greece.

As the plane circled JFK we were both a little sad that our vacation was ending. Personally, I had gotten used to seeing her walk around naked and I even masturbated several times in the shower wondering what her big boobs felt like. They were real, which surprised me but they were still quite firm and she had the biggest, pinkest areola I’d ever seen. God, I was getting wet sitting next to her on the plane.

Dad disappointed us again when he didn’t show up to pick us up at the airport. Instead he sent Franklin, a very tall and very attractive black man from his firm. Franklin was Cindy’s age and as he retrieved our luggage Cindy whispered to me that they called Franklin tripod at the firm. Being a bit naive I asked her what that meant and she told me that dad had come home one night after the health club, Franklin had just started there, and he told me he saw him in the locker room. He said it hung there like a black hose and soft it was twice as long as his erection. She jokingly said she was going to try and brush against it by accident. So now my young, nearly virginal pussy was dripping as we drove to dads house on Long Island.

We had gotten home safe and Cindy told Franklin to come in for a drink. She told me to take him in the kitchen and get him something while she called dad. She left the room and the two of us were there in the kitchen. I liked Franklin. Although I’m normally not attracted to black men, he was tall and well built and his shaved head looked sexy. I found myself eyeing his crotch and he caught me. He gave me a strange look and asked me what I was staring at… even with my tanned skin I think I turned ten shades of red. Then for some reason, instead of making up a lie, I looked him right in the eye and said “why do they call you tripod?” I think he would’ve fallen over if he wasn’t leaning on the counter. He didn’t answer me at first, then I asked him if he was really that big. He smiled and said he would show me if I promised not to tell my dad. I lit up like a little girl on Christmas morning and promised it would be our secret.

I stood transfixed as he unzipped his expensive slacks and reached all the way in and hauled out his equipment. I stared… in awe. It was like nothing I’d ever seen, even in porno movies. He also wasn’t circumcised which I found very sexy. It was like a black hose, just like daddy had described it to Cindy. “Can I see everything?” I had taken a few steps closer and was standing right in front of him when he undid his slacks and pulled them and his briefs down. “My girl loves sucking it, hates getting hair in her mouth” he explained as I stared at his shaved cock and balls, easily 8 or 9 inches long. I reached out and touched it and it jumped in my hand.

I started to stroke it and it was growing in my hand, I was amazed to say the least. The swollen head began to peak out from under his foreskin and I leaned down and licked it. I was rewarded with a sweet droplet of his precum. It was hard now and over a foot long. I fell to my knees right there on the kitchen floor and bent to give his tight balls a tongue bath. This man had an amazing cock and I was really enjoying giving him head. “I thought we became friends in Greece… were you planning to keep that all to yourself?” I jumped at Cindy’s voice and was startled to see her standing there, unbuttoning her blouse. I kept my hand on Franklin’s cock as we both watched her undress right down to her panties. Her breasts really were amazing.

“Damn girl, you got some serious titties,” Franklin said and in a moment my future step mom was on her knees next to me. We proceeded to share Franklin’s cock for the next ten minutes or so. I could feel how wet my pussy had become in my jeans. Cindy was really outdoing me in that she was able to swallow 3/4 of Franklin while I struggled to get 4 or 5 inches in my mouth. “I need to sink this in some pussy” Franklin said gently pulling himself from me. “Go ahead sweetie” Cindy said smiling at me.

The three of us made our way to my bedroom and I was undressed quickly by Franklin and was on my back, my legs spread and my wet, hairy pussy ready for anything. Let me tell you, I’m not a virgin but it was an extremely tight fit and I had my first orgasm before Franklin was in all the way. After about ten minutes I got on my hands and knees and let him fuck me doggie style. I almost forgot Cindy was there until I heard him tell her how good it felt when she licked his balls and that he was close to cumming. I turned and looked over my shoulder and told him not to cum in my pussy.

I had my second orgasm, a real body shaker moments before he pulled his huge dick from me and I turned around quickly. Cindy and I bumped heads as we struggled to capture his squirting black hose of a dick. I have to say that Cindy drank up more of his love juice then I did but there was plenty to share.

Franklin’s sexy, naked black body was covered in sweat and looked damn good. Cindy looked good too in her sexy little panties and her large, perfect breasts with a few stray drops of Franklin’s cum on them. She said she hated to break up the party but Dad would be home in a few minutes. Franklin kissed each of us deeply and dressed and was quickly out the door. I wanted to tell my future my step mom how sexy I thought she was but before I got the chance Dad was pulling into the driveway. She smiled at me and touched my thick, black bush and told me I should give it a trim because it would look even sexier. Before I could respond she walked out of my bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I took a long shower and when I went out to get something to drink I passed dads bedroom and heard the unmistakable sound of fucking going on. I listened for fifteen minutes then went back to my room and masturbated until I fell asleep. My thoughts on not only the huge black man that had just fucked me so well, but also on my sexy future step-mom.

Fitting Room

exhibitionism, fucking, public sex

At lunch time I nipped into Contessa on the High Street. The low cut black dress I was to wear to that evening’s party tucked in my hand bag. The dress was a lovely fit, but all my bras peaked out the top of it, so it called for something new.

In Contessa I grabbed a couple of likely looking bras and headed into the fitting room. Anticipating the fun to be had later, I absently ran my finger tips over my breasts as I unbuttoned my tight white shirt – shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair provided. Reaching round I unhooked the white sheer chiffon bra I was wearing and dropped it on top of my shirt. I pushed my short skirt over my hips and kicked it away. The air on my skin felt soothing. In a playful mood I pinched my nipples till they hardened.

Turning, I checked myself in the full-length mirror. I like the look of stockings and suspenders. I adjusted my thong on my hips, then reached for the first bra. When I slid the dress on, it showed. So did the next one. The last of my selection did not show, but pinched a bit at my back.

Sighing, I pulled the store’s blue silky robe on and stuck my head out of the curtain. There did not seem to be anyone around, except a guy in a suit by the counter.

”Excuse me, are you staff? I need some help in here,” I said. Trying to keep the robe closed with one hand and the curtain tight to me with the other, I missed the slow smile that spread over his face, as he said, ”Yes. Yes, I’m staff. My name’s Kie, how may I help you?”

As he walked over to the curtain, I whispered, ”Well, Kie, I need some help – is there a female assistant available?”

Kie laughed, and said, ”These days, Madam, guys are allowed equal opportunities.”

”Oh,…ok.” I pulled the curtain aside to let him into the fitting room, and totally missed the assistant, as she walked back into the shop from the stock room. Quite a bit taller than me, Kie smiled down, ”How may I help?”

”Um, the bra I’m trying pinches and I need you to, er, I need the straps adjusting,” I stammered, blushing.

”Ok. Just slip the robe off, turn around, and I’ll see what I can do.”

I turned to face the mirror, let the robe fall and closed my eyes. My blush spread over my chest. The bra was a quarter cup in black satin. The cups hugged the sides and bottom of my breasts, acting as a platform. It left the rest of the breast naked, including my still hard nipples.

Kie’s fingers eased the adjustment buckle up a short way. Lifting the straps from my shoulders he yanked them up a few times, making my breasts bounce on the satin platform. He repeated this process three more times.

In spite of my embarrassment, I felt a tension in my stomach, that began to creep down to my sex. Kie’s mouth was close to my ear. I could hear him breathing, and it did nothing to stop my arousal. ”Arms up over your head, please, and I’ll check the fit,” he whispered.

I tried to say ”yes,” as his hands slipped around my sides, but when I opened my mouth the word became a light moan. Kie ran his palms over the material of the bra cups. I parted my legs – I wanted him to see the dark, wet fabric of my thong.

A low noise of approval at my ear told me all I wanted to know. Then his hands squeezed the underside of my breasts, massaging through the satin. As I felt his thumbs graze my nipples, I moaned out loud, lowered my arms and placed my hands over his. Bending slightly, I pushed back to rub my ass into his crotch; a huge erection nestled between my ass cheeks.

Kie was breathing deeply at my ear, his fingers pulling at my nipples. When I felt confident to talk, I whispered, ”Will you fuck me?”

One of his hands left my breasts. I heard him unzip, and grunt softly as he freed himself. Placing two hands on the mirror, I leaned forward, presenting my cunt and ass. With one hand on my hip, Kie pulled my thong aside and pressed his cock head into my slit. The large, warm head ran up to my clit, nudging at it to make me stifle a moan. Then he pushed down to my wet, engorged cunt. With no effort he slid inside me. A couple of slow fucks confirmed I was ready to accept his length.

Teasing me, he withdrew to the very tip. Laughing softly as I sighed in disappointment and pushed back. But his hands held me in place. Grunting, Kie lunged forward, impaling me fully.

Thank god he was holding me; my legs nearly gave way, dropping my weight onto his cock. ”You’re not going to collapse are you?” he laughed, ”Because I’m just going to fuck you where you fall!” He withdrew then thrust back into me, his cock head crushing against my cervix. Again and again he stretched and opened out my aching cunt.

The wet silk of my thong chafed my clit. I opened my eyes to watch myself being fucked in the mirror. The sight snapped something inside me, an incredible tension built up behind my clit.

One of his hands left my hip, running down to stroke the sodden material covering my sex. Probing, he found the firmness of my clit and pinched it. Hard! I bit my lips to stifle the loud moans that begged to be screams.

Kie’s face at my shoulder was set, his eyes glassy. I knew he was not far from coming. His cock began to jerk and spasm, the muscles pulling his cum from his tight sac. I allowed myself to think of nothing but his pounding cock, his balls slapping at my sex……my clit being rolled between his fingers. Breathing hard through my nose, I did not trust myself to open my mouth.

My orgasm was fed by his; building until I was about to loose it, collapse, scream the place down, when I felt the first jet of hot cum hit my cervix.

Back arched, every muscle taut, my cunt milking his cock; Kie pounded into me. Blast after blast of his cum filled my spasming cunt. The force of his fucking driving his cum out of me, wetting my thighs, drenching the tops of my stockings.

His face buried in my hair, hissing words I could not hear through clenched teeth, Kie fucked himself dry.

As he lightly rested on my back, I enjoyed the feeling of his cock softening inside me. When he pulled away, I dropped to my knees. Looking up into his eyes, I said, ”May I clean you?” He smiled and nodded. Carefully, I licked all traces of our juices from his cock, then his balls.

Standing, unsteadily, I ran a hand over my breasts, ”This fits,” I said, grinning, ”I’ll be at the counter in a few minutes. Thank you.”

”You’re welcome,” Kie nodded and slipped through the curtain.

Alone, I desperately searched through my handbag for something to staunch the flow of cum from my distended cunt. Mm…one paper tissue was not going to do it! Finally my eyes alighted on the silky blue robe.

No, I couldn’t! But what other options did I have? My skirt was too short to hide the mess. Feeling slightly guilty, I dabbed my stockinged thighs clean. Then swabbed the silky material over my slit. It felt wonderfully cool and smooth on the inflamed flesh. Throwing it behind the chair, I quickly dressed, grinning at my hand prints on the mirror.

At the counter a sour-faced woman took my sale in virtual silence. I guess i had not been that quiet!

As I left the shop, across the road, the smiling figure of Kie caught my eye. Realization stormed in, and I shouted, ”Hey!” but he just winked and walked off into the crowds of lunch-time shoppers.

My Clit Piercing

exhibitionism, fantasy, fucking

I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon’s Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work. She said she’d baby-sit the kids and keep them overnight for me. Michael had asked me to come around 845pm because he closed at 9pm and he knew I would take a while since I was so nervous.

At 7pm, I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy completely, and of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to play with myself one last time before my pretty little jewel would have its own jewelry through it. The shaving cream provided the perfect lubrication for me to massage my clit while I thought of you fucking another woman. I ran through the entire scenario you told me in my head and came explosively when you began fucking her in the ass. I finished up my primping by making sure my legs and underarms were shaved free of hair, and stepped out of the tub. I brushed my hair until it was tangle-free then blew it dry so that it curled up. I sprayed myself lightly with perfume and then got dressed in my short black skirt, no panties or bra, and my Pooh chambray shirt you got me for Christmas in California.

I left for Orlando at 815, with Cindy rolling her eyes that I would actually go this far in search of the perfect orgasm. Just think, while I’m fucking you, I could just reach down and tug on the jewelry and cum as many times as I wanted!

I got to Michael’s shop at about 835 and he had 6-7 people in there waiting for piercings. I wandered around smoking a cigarette and looking at the various tattoo designs on the walls. All of the customers were women wanting belly button piercings, so it only took a few minutes for each of them, but by the time Michael finished them all, it was 910. He locked up the shop, and handed me the paperwork to fill out giving my consent for a piercing. I quickly scribbled all my information on it before I could lose my nerve, and took a deep breath and told him, “I’m ready.” He laughed and said, “You look like you are headed for the torture chamber!” I looked at him and smiled and said, “I think I am!” He said, “No, sweetie, this will bring you only pleasure.”

He turned the lights off in the main room so that no more customers would come and he took me back to a room with a gynecologist’s table in it. The stirrups were set up and he told me he needed me to take my panties off, pull my skirt up, and get onto the table. I saw a lustful expression briefly cross his face when he saw I hadn’t worn underwear.

I got up on the table as he got the supplies together and put them on a tray. I didn’t look at them because I knew I would run if I saw the needle that was soon going to enter my most tender area. He put his black gloves on and walked over to me, stoked my legs lightly as he moved my feet to the stir-ups. As he looked at my pussy spread there for him, I felt a trickle of my juices beginning its way down the crack of my ass. He spread my knees apart and sat down on an adjustable stool between them. He began probing at my pussy, looking for my clitoris. When he found it, I heard him kind of grunt and he said to me, “I’m going to have to stimulate you to do this.” I told him to do whatever was necessary, that I really did want my clit pierced, even if I was terrified. “We’ll have to do something about that,” he said.

He leaned in closer and I could feel his warm breath on my pussy, and he started sliding his fingers around my lips and hood. He massaged my clit for a few minutes then said to me, “I bet you have a hard time cumming, don’t you?” I admitted that I did and that was one of the reasons I wanted the piercing done. He assured me that cumming would not be a concern when he was through. “I have to get my fingers wet to stimulate you,” he said, as he worked a finger into my quivering pussy. He slid it in and out a few times, and the latex of his glove began exciting me and it gripped the walls of my pussy. He added another finger and started finger-fucking me a little harder, paying a lot of attention to the area of my g-spot, and then I was suddenly surprised to feel his mouth on my clit.

He began licking and sucking at my rapidly enlarging clit. He sucked it in between his teeth and bit down hard. He laughed when I jumped, and said, “The needle will hurt more than that.” By then, I was so excited; I didn’t care about the pain. All I could think about was how good having my clit pierced would feel during sex and all the time, actually. Michael began sucking my clit hard, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. He waited until I was right there and then he bit me again. I exploded, cumming harder than ever before.

He stood up and explained to me that my legs needed to be strapped down, and I would have something inserted in my puss during the piercing, so as to prevent any sudden movements. He showed me the pliers he would use to clamp my clitoris during the piercing, and showed me a huge needle that would be used. My fear began returning. He looked down at my clit and said, “I’m going to have to stimulate you again, it’s shrinking too much.”

He sat down again, and touched the tip of his tongue to my clit, pushing on it lightly. Then he proceeded to massage my clit with his tongue, and began finger-fucking me with what felt like his whole hands. When I was on the verge of cumming again, he abruptly stopped. I shamelessly begged him to fuck me and give me some relief. He said, “That’s a good idea”, and he unzipped his jeans to pull out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. “I’ll use my dick to keep you still, while I pierce you.”

He took the pliers in hand and used a piece of gauze to dry my clit. The rough texture made me even hotter, and I almost came then. He then used the pliers to grab onto my clit, and as he squeezed them shut, I felt both tremendous pain and pleasure. I felt the tip of his dick against my pussy opening, and I held my breath, because I was afraid him penetrating me was going to be painful. Suddenly he slammed his dick into me and before I could comprehend him being inside me, I felt the most horrible pain (no, wait, pleasure) of my life. He shoved the needle through my clit in that instant, and suddenly, I was pierced. I yelled out at both intrusions into my pussy, and then……..he put the ring through my clit. He began sliding his dick in and out of me rapidly. I felt so full, and it felt great, my clit was still tingling from the pain and from the alcohol gel on the ring he’d put in. He started telling me how tight my pussy was and how he loved to fuck the women that came in for genital piercings. He said he never allowed husbands or boyfriends to watch as he gave their women piercings, because he wanted to be the first to give them an orgasm with the rings in their clit.

He un-strapped my legs and told me to roll over on the table. I sat down in the chair again and said “I need to check and make sure the ring dangles properly.” I felt him moving the ring a slight amount, and waves of pleasure started. I was just about to cum when he stopped touching it. He stood up and asked me if I was ready for him to make me cum. “Please, please make me cum,” I begged him!

He spread my ass cheeks and bent over me. I felt his tongue sliding around my ass hole and dipping inside, He fucked my ass with his tongue for a few seconds and then stood again and pressed his dick into my pussy. He began slamming in and out of me, then suddenly stopped. He pulled his dick out of my pussy and I felt it at the entrance to my ass. “No,” I said, “You’ll rip me apart.” He kind of laughed and I felt a quick tug on my new jewelry, and then I was having the most electrifying orgasm ever. He used that moment to shove his prick into my ass. I was cumming so hard I could barely breathe, and my ass felt like it was on fire. He got all the way inside me, then stopped to allow me to adjust to his size. He began sliding in and out of my ass slowly, and I felt the ring moving around. The sensations radiating from my clit were like none I’ve ever felt before. He began fucking my ass faster, and then I felt him swell as he got close to emptying his balls. He shoved into me until his whole cock was buried in my ass, and I once again felt a sharp tug on my clit. I felt his dick start pumping its load into me, as I starting cumming hard yet again. He pulled his dick out and I rolled off the table and began dressing.

I paid him for the piercing and left the shop. Every time I shifted in my seat driving home, I’d feel extreme pleasure, and I had to pull of the road twice for very intense orgasms. I can’t wait for you to get home and give me some more.

Meet In The Real World

fucking

Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! After looking at his watch again he mumbled, “Christ boy, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”

At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar. The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, but he didn’t even need it. He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn’t a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself, being tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket. Chet hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chet Lane, and you must be Veronica!” Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his while intoning in a smooth sultry voice, “It’s so nice to meet you Chet, shall we sit down!?!”

Taking her by the arm, Chet lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar, and after they had slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds, Veronica said, “You look even better than I thought you would, I hope I am up to your expectations!” “Very much so,” he replied, “more beautiful than I could have imagined, would you like a drink?” “A Rhine wine would be nice,” she said, “I’m a little bit nervous!” “Your nervous,” he thought, “I’m a total wreck!” Chet ordered a couple of drinks and then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Chet offered, “I’ve never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.” “Me too,” she replied, “I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not?” They both chuckled, took another drink, and Chet asked, “Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot?” She nodded the affirmative, and Chet offered, “Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description!” “Well thank you, kind sir,” she replied, “I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn’t be the proverbial frog!” Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other’s presence. Looking at her, Chet could feel the electricity between them as he then broached the question, “Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable?” “I’m very comfortable right now,” she answered quickly, “I don’t need another date to confirm what I already feel!” Chet picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, “Me too, let’s go!”

Arm in arm they took off down the street, heading to the Hyatt Regency Hotel where Chet’s law firm had a couple of suites available for visiting clients, and after stopping to pick up the electronic pass key to suite 2801, Chet again began to have second thoughts about going through with it, but one look over his shoulder at the sultry beauty in the gray suit swept those thought right out of his head! The view from the 28th floor was magnificent! Lake Michigan to the east, and the Chicago skyline to the south made for a breath taking vista, and Chet momentarily forgot why he was there, while gazing at the picturesque landscape.

Without turning his head, he called out, “Come over here and take a look at this view, it’s spectacular!” “This view is better,” she answered back, causing Chet to turn and face her. His mouth dropped open when his eyes were struck by the most devastatingly beautiful woman he had ever seen! Standing before him in a white bra, panties, hose and garter belt, and five inch spiked heels she looked like the answer to a teenagers wet dream! He tried to moved his mouth, but no word would come out. “You like,” she asked, as she did a pirouette in the center of the room? He nodded, still not moving an inch from his spot by the window. Reaching out her arms, she beckoned him over to the bed while lying down on her stomach, offering a perfect view of her huge breasts as they hung down, straining to free themselves of the thin silk material holding them in place.

Quickly regaining his senses, Chet crossed the room in three strides, removing his suit coat, and working to remove his tie as he moved. After sitting down on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and gave her a full kiss on her sensuous lips and whispered, “You are incredible, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” Now removing the rest of his clothes, he stood before her with his erection proudly pointing right at her. She sat up, and gently stroked the big cock, making come alive in her hands while murmuring softly, “Very nice, very nice indeed.” Chet looked down at the stunning creature before him, rolled his head back when she delicately slipped his head into her hungry mouth, and groaned, “Oh god, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Her free hand cupped his balls, as her other one slowly jerked his penis while she sucked on his pecker head.

His wife Anne was an enthusiastic bed mate, but never had she made him feel the way Veronica Hunt was making him feel at that very moment! She had the look of a totally sexual being, it seemed that every pour of her body oozed her sexuality! For a woman of twenty nine she seemed mature beyond her years, instinctively knowing exactly what he wanted and needed. Finally letting his penis slip from her mouth, she stood up and pressed herself against him while giving him a long deep kiss. His penis pushed against her mound, and she moved her hips from side to side, forcing it harder against her mons. “You seem to like what you see,” she said, reaching down to feel the hardness that thrust out from between his legs. He nodded, and kissed her again, their tongues probing each others mouths.

Her chest welled out over the top of her low cut bra and Chet had the sudden urge to feel one of her nipples in his mouth. Reaching around her with two hands, he found the clasps, and deftly unhooked the silk prison, allowing it to fall away as the two huge globes seemed to defy gravity as they stood out in direct conflict with Newton’s First Law. “My god, they’re unreal,” he said, as he cupped them in his shaking hands. “They are very real indeed,” she shot back, arching her back to make them even seem bigger than their 36dd size. Dropping to his knees, Chet opened his mouth and took one of the hard nipples into his mouth and sucked long and hard causing the air to whistle out of her throat as his tongue and lips tugged at her distended nub. “God, suck them harder,” she pleaded, as Chet went from one tit to the other, sucking first one then the other. Soon her nipples were slick with his saliva, each one hard and protruding from his ministrations, and while he sucked, he let his hand roam all over her hips and ass. It was obviously a woman’s ass, wide and full, yet soft and firm at the same time. The low groan that escaped her throat could have been the result of either the nipple sucking or the hands that were feeling every square inch of her backside, but what ever it was, she was getting very hot indeed!

A definite wet spot had formed on the front of Veronica’s silk panties about the size of a half dollar, and her hips had begun to move involuntarily trying to put some kind of pressure on her clitoris. Sensing her urgency, Chet took hold of her panties with each thumb, and jerked them to her knees while she let out a groan, anticipating that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer to get the itch between her legs scratched! In that she wasn’t wrong, because Chet pushed her back onto the bed, pulled off he undies, and spread her legs wide, exposing a dripping wet pussy. Chet took a deep breath and savored the aroma of fresh pussy in his nostrils causing them to flared involuntarily as the scent of her cunt filled the air. Taking one last look at the puffy lips before him, he slowly lowered his mouth to her aching vagina, giving it a long deep French kiss, his tongue settling deeply into her crack, worming its way as far in as possible. She arched her back and pushed her cunt forward, “Oh, I needed that,” she sighed, as he lapped at her oozing slit. Her puffy lips seemed to be begging to be sucked, but then again her whole body in fact was built for sexual pleasure and it seemed to him that she had no control over her actions, because her clit was in total command of her being. Her desire to orgasm had now completely taken over everything else, she had to cum, and it mattered not what she thought or cared about, the only thing that mattered was sexual relief.

Chet was feeling the incredible heat that was coming from Veronica’s vagina, and having his mouth up against it made his erection even harder. She had taken a hold of his hair and was pulling his mouth harder and harder into her open lips, and the moans that escaped her mouth sounded animal like, almost a low growl! Never had he been with anyone who had such a sexual magnetism, his desire to please her had now taken over his entire being. Her clit stood out from the fold of her lips and throbbed with desire as every time his tongue flicked over it, her body jerked involuntarily. Now sucking it full bore, she began to thrash around the bed, pleading for the relief only a clitoral orgasm could give her, until finally, she erupted with a loud moan, “Oooooh, I’m fucking cumming in your fucking mouth, suck my clit, please suck it.” Only to happy to oblige, Chet licked it like it was the last vagina on earth! Her orgasm drove him on to higher sexual excitement, his cock now at the bursting point, and just as she began to come down, Chet slid on top of her and with a huge shove, rammed his full seven inches all the way into her now dripping slit.

Her initial cry of pain was quickly replaced with moans of elation. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she implored, as Chet turned his penis into a sexual weapon, in and out of her helpless cunt. Together they got into a rhythm, his thrusts matched by her pushes as he drove his cock in and out of her. Chet momentarily thought how he and his wife never even approached the sexual highs he was experiencing with Veronica Hunt, but after tht one guilty moment, he came back to reality when his cock began to erupt violently into her love canal. Groaning loud and long, he screamed, “Christ, I’m cumming in your cunt, all over your cunt.” Merely hearing him caused her vagina to contract around the big pecker and start her own pulsating orgasm, and together they both blew their loads in a simultaneous explosion of cum and pussy juice.

Chet rolled off Veronica, and looked over at the now spent woman, and said, “Jesus, you are without a doubt the best I have ever had.” She just smiled, and said, “In a few minutes I will show you all over again, I may just fuck you to death!” Taking her hand she reached over and caressed his now limp pecker, while instantly he felt his balls tighten up and his meat begin to grow rigid once again. From that moment on, Chet knew he was hooked, and there would be no going back! “Oh well,” he thought, “what a way to go.!”

Red Cowboy Boots

fucking, public sex

Christy peered into her closet trying to decide on which outfit to wear for her usual Saturday night outing, and since being from Ft. Worth, Texas, her destination was sure to be one of the many cowboy bars that dotted the Metroplex landscape. She finally decided on a long country style dress that was low cut on top, yet loose enough to allow her freedom of movement on the dance floor. She lay the garment on her bed and sat down in front of her vanity mirror to brush her long blonde hair. There was no mistaking it, Christy had a stunning body! Long slim legs, flat tummy, a full yet tight ass, large red nippled breasts, and a pretty if not beautiful face.

As the brush pulled through her tresses, her boobs jiggled back and forth, causing her nipples to become erect. Christy had to admit she was a male magnet of the nth degree. Her pussy was already damp, and having a smooth shaved crotch seemed to only heighten her arousal. Christy was blessed with abnormally puffy vaginal lips, and lately it seemed that they were always bulging and wet with juice. “God,” she thought, “I hope I can get lucky tonight, it’s been almost a week.” After the fiftieth stroke of her brush, she got up and pulled her dress over her head and slipped it on. “No bra or panties tonight,” she said out loud, “no use having them in the way.” To top off her ensemble, she pulled on a pair of bright red cowboy boots, a red cowboy hat, and a red bandanna around her neck, and after one last look in the mirror, she was out the door and on her way.

The Jagged Horseshoe was packed as usual, with almost everyone dressed as a cowboy or cowgir, and even though most of them were city cowboys, they really tried to look and act the part of a real cowhand. The tell tale give away that most of them were city slickers was the amount of white wine that was consumed, not a whole lot of beer and shots in this place! Christy wandered over to the bar and ordered a margarita, while over in the far corner the mechanical bull was in the process of bucking off another “cowboy”. Christy was watching the bull riding when up behind her she felt two large hands on her hips and a hard cock pushing against her ass, and while her natural inclination was to pull away, in the crush of bodies around them, she was powerless to move in any direction, so she tensed her body, not sure of what would happen next.

She felt a hot breath on her shoulder, and then a soft male voice in her ear said, “I’ve been watching you from the moment you came in the bar, you don’t know how much you turn me on!” He continued on, “I’m as hard as blue steel, and I’ll do anything to stick it into your hot pussy, and I can see that you’re not wearing a bra, and I can feel that you’re not wearing any panties!” “I just want you to know that I’m no pervert, and I’m not bad looking either, so if you want me to leave just lean forward and I’ll be on my way, if not, and you’re as hot as I am, push back against me now.” Christy’s head was spinning, totally taken by surprise by this “rear” assault, but the only problem was that it also totally turned her on–big time, so she helplessly sagged back into her anonymous admirer, feeling more of his body press against her own.

Sucking in her breath when his right arm snaked around her body until his large hand cupped her heavy breast, she gasped and thought to herself, “My god, I can’t stand this much longer, I need to feel him in me right now!” Sensing her urgency, he intoned in her ear, “Take it easy baby, we got all night, let’s just get acquainted this way, ya know, by me feeling up your tits like this!” Christy felt his fingers find her nipple, and seconds later the large nub was being tweaked through her dress. “Oh Jesus,” she moaned softly, “you do that so welllllllll.!” He just laughed softly in her ear, and then nibbled on her shoulder, as he continued touching her, his hands now roving all over her body. “You have a terrific ass,” he whispered, between nibbles on her neck and ear.

Christy’s legs were now turning to jello, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move to a more private setting. As another ride was bucked from the mechanical bull, he whispered, “Follow me, now,” while taking her hand and pulling her through the mass of humanity towards the rest rooms. As they inched their way along, Christy could only see the back side of her paramour, but she definitely liked what she could see as he wore a long sleeve cowboy shirt and tight blue Levis, with cowboy boots and a large white Stetson on his head. He looked to be over six feet, and he had a lean hard look about him that made Christy’s cunt boil with anticipation. The farther they got from the bull riding corner, the less crowded it got, until by the time they reached the outer doors of the rest rooms, it was pretty much deserted.

When he looked back at her for the first time, Christy felt her cunt tighten even more, he was a stud muffin of the first order. In a shaky voice she offered, “My name is Christy, what’s yours?” With a wide grin, he pulled her close, his mouth only inches from hers and answered, “Nice to meet you Christy, my name’s Clint!” Without any further warning, he pressed his mouth to hers and gave her a long deep kiss, and naturally Christy’s body responded like a well tuned Ferrari on the race track, quickly melting into his arms and begging for more attention. When he was sure the coast was clear, he shepherded Christy into the men’s john and lead her straight to the last stall. She should have protested, but the state her pussy was in required immediate attention. The first thing Clint did after locking the stall door was to jerk down the front of Christy’s dress, exposing her ripe breasts. He sat down on the pot and buried his face into the quivering mass of tit flesh, and after finding a nipple sucking it into his mouth and nipping and licking it relentlessly.

Under his unrelenting attention it grew hard and stiff in his mouth, making her sigh and moan all at the same time, “God, you’re a good tit sucker, cradling his head in her arms. He went back and forth from nipple to nipple, making her clit twitch with each little nibble and bite unatil she couldn’t stand it another second, pulling him away from her chest and tugging him to his feet while panting, “Let’s trade places,” and after sitting down in front of him and unbuckling his belt, all in one motion. He stood calmly while she unsnapped his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and reached in side of his shorts to extract his hard pecker. “Mmmmmmmm,” she hummed, “big and hard, just like I like them,” while wasting no time in letting her tongue and lips run all over the head of his hard fuck pole. When it was shiny with her saliva, she sucked it in, deep down her throat, making him gasp as her oral attentions to his big cock made his nut sack tighten with the anticipation of a huge cum! “Suck it harder baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “my god, you are a fucking little cock hound aren’t you!?!” Just hearing him talk dirty to her made her even more excited, and hearing a couple of men enter the rest room to relieve themselves made all of her senses heighten with fear as well as lust. Just the thought of getting caught while giving a blowjob in the men’s rest room was an unbelievable turn on.

She wanted him to blow it into her mouth, but she wanted to get fucked even more, so she released his penis from her mouth and sat him back down on the pot while hiking up her dress exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips were swollen with desire, and they had a thin line of moisture all along her hot crack as her clit bulged out of it’s sheath, it’s pink little head straining to be licked or sucked! He leaned out and let his tongue flick over the little nub, causing her whole body to stiffen! Before she knew it his tongue and mouth were all over her vagina, licking and sucking, causing the inevitable to happen with a rush of blood to her genitals. Her orgasm tore through her like an express train, and while she tried to stifle her moans, but it was hopeless to do so as the guttural noise escaping her lips was obviously the sound of a woman having an unbelievably hard climax, and right at the moment she didn’t give shit who heard her cumming! As her orgasm ebbed, he pulled her to him, spreading her legs and lowering her cunt onto his throbbing manhood.

She was so wet and agape, she slid right in with no difficulty what so eve, and after she was only in an inch or two, he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled down hard, driving his meat deep into her hot vagina! She actually screamed as she bottomed out, now totally full of cock meat, she could barely hear several men outside of the stall laughing as the two of them fucked each other on the way to a mutual climax. Her pussy wall desperately tried to grip the monster invader, but with no success, as it finally just gave in to the massive attack that it was pounding it into submission. Christy was now in a state of total female heat and in a gasping voice she begged Clint to ream her out, loving the feeling that the huge pecker gave her tight little vagina! Both of them were now breathing hard, panting as they approached their nirvana, so when Christy heard a low rumble coming from Clint’s throat, a sure single that he was getting ready to blow into her, she rocked her cunt hard on his stiffy, and together they both went over the edge, their orgasms blending together in a sexual frenzy!

They sat that way together for more than five minutes, both of them trying to find the strength to move when he finally spoke to her he asked, “Do you know what attracted me to you?” She shook her head no, and he replied, “It was those red boots, I really liked those red boots!” She leaned over and kissed him, and asked, “Now what attracts you to me!?!” He just laughed and said emphatically, “Well, it sure ain’t the boots.”