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.

Midwest Trip

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Not too long ago my wife had the idea of traveling to a resort town in the midwest. It is the type of town that offers antique shopping, hillbilly shows, country music and shops that sell small homemade crafts. Not exactly my type of long weekend trip. I had no interest in this trip whatsoever. However, she convinced me we could make it exciting for both of us. My wife and I are in our late twenties and work out regularly. Susan is 5’2″, weighs 105 lbs, 34D, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Needless to say she attracts attention wherever we go and no matter how she is dressed. When she wants to, she can dress to kill.

Susan and I have a very active sex life. We like to make love in very unusual places, where there is a chance we could get caught. It has always been a fantasy of ours to make love in a public place knowing someone is watching, but without it being obvious we know they are there. However, this was just a fantasy and we knew we could not actually go through with it. We have never involved anyone directly in our sex life except for the occasional flashing Susan loves to do.

Susan loves to show off her body. She wears the type of cloths that reveal all of her lovely curves and an occasional “see through” dress. I love for Susan to wear a short skirt or dress with no underwear and flash men whenever she is in the mood. She has flashed the young shoe salesmen, pizza delivery boys, waiters, truck drivers, bellmen and various other men as we were traveling. This is exactly what she meant by making the otherwise boring trip to the midwestern resort area interesting for both of us. It is also exactly how she talked me into making the trip.

We arrived at the hotel around 2:00 PM and Susan changed into a very sexy, short, transparent beige sundress with no underwear. Now I have an interest in walking up and down the street shopping for whatever she is interested in shopping for. We drank margaritas all day and hit almost every little shop in town. The men on the street and in the shops got an eye full all day long and I was loving it. She and I were both very excited and I was ready to go back to the hotel by nine o’clock. Susan still wanted to see what else the town had to offer and told me I would be even more ready later. I don’t think I could have been any more ready. As usual, I was wrong.

Along the strip we noticed an Old Time Photography Studio and decided to check it out. We poured another margarita and went inside. The photographer was a tall thin young man in his early thirties. He spoke to us as we walked in and took a double take at Susan. He told us he was almost finished with the family he was with and that it was almost closing time, but if we could find a costume right away he would take a few pictures.

I was very excited about the prospects. Susan told me she needed to talk to me before the photographer took any pictures. We stepped outside and she told me to remember she did not have a bra or panties on. How could I forget, I asked her. She was concerned about changing into one of the very revealing costumes with no way to hide anything. I explained the only difference in that and what she had been doing all day was a captive audience. Flashing the photographer wasn’t the part that bothered her, it was the fact that she would have no way to cover up in some of the costumes when she wanted to. I told her to just go for it. It is not like we would ever see this place or the photographer again anyway. A huge smile came over her face as she said “lets go in and have some fun.”

Tim, the photographer, seemed to be very pleased we came back in. He let us look through the old time costumes to see if anything caught our attention. The first costume we picked was a saloon girl dress. Susan slipped into a very small dressing room with a fairly sheer curtain that pulled much like a shower curtain. When she stepped out of the dressing room Tim and I almost had a heart attack. The dress was very low cut and very loose at the top because she could not pull the laces in the back tight. The dress came almost to her knees with a very long slit up the side. She was holding her boobs in with her arms as she came to me to tighten the laces. Tim told her he would take care of the laces as soon as she was in position on one of the bar stools. She just smiled and agreed.

Tim walked her over to the bar area and asked her to have a seat, which she did while still holding her boobs in the dress. Tim and I stood behind her and Tim started to mess with the laces. He told her she would need to move her arms so he could get everything in place properly. When she moved her arms, her boobs were totally exposed to us. Tim said “what a great view” and Susan relaxed a little and smiled. After moving her to one of the higher bar stools he pulled out a garter belt and started to pull it up her leg. When she looked at me, I could tell she was very nervous. I just smiled and looked down at her legs and mouthed the words go for it. She immediately relaxed a little and let Tim move her legs apart a little so he could move the garter belt up above her knee. Susan always keeps her blonde bush trimmed very close so I can see her lips protruding and when she is very excited her clit sticks out so it is very visible. She was still a little too nervous to open her legs enough to give us a full view. As Tim stepped back to start taking a few pictures he spoke to Susan and she began to relax a little more. As he took the pictures he would go over to Susan and move her into various positions for the next set of pictures. A little more leg and a little more boob would be revealed with each picture.

After the first costume, Susan decided she needed another margarita. Tim thought that would be a good idea and I told them I would go out to the car and get us one. I told Susan to go into the dressing room and Tim and I would pick out her next costume and I would bring it to her with her new drink. When she walked into the dressing room I explained to Tim how much fun we were having and that he could dress her however he liked, the sexier the better, but go kind of slow at first because she was very nervous.

Tim picked out a saloon dance girl costume that was equally as low cut as the first costume but was so short that standing up would almost show the cheeks of her ass. I took the costume and the margarita to her in the dressing room and asked her how she was doing. Susan said she was very nervous, very excited and very wet. I told her Tim picked the costume out on his own and was very much getting into this as well.

When she walked out of the dressing room you could almost see the tops of her nipples above the dress and you could see the cheeks of her but if she moved at all. She commented that it must be the little girl size and Tim and I said at the same time “perfect”. Tim walked her over to the bar and helped her step up on a chair so she could sit on top of the bar. When Susan stepped up on the chair Tim and I got a full view of her beautiful blonde bush. Susan was well aware of exactly what she was showing and was now very much getting into this. As she sat on top of the bar there was no hiding anything. Tim got a little braver and had her straighten one leg and leave the other one bent as he stepped back to take the pictures. Her pussy was glistening and showing from every angle. He took several pictures moving her body to various positions between shoots. He would touch her legs high on her soft, silky thighs to move her legs into position but did not actually touch her most private parts. He asked her to sit back, relax and have another drink while he started the automated film developer.

As Tim stepped out of the room we had another margarita and began to talk. Susan was extremely excited and wet. Now she was ready to go to the hotel as I suggested earlier. I told her Tim had a couple more costumes he would like for her to pose in first and she readily agreed. Tim stepped back into the room with a handful of the first pictures he had taken. The set of pictures taken in the first costume revealed quite a bit, but nothing compared to the second costume. We all reviewed fifteen or so pictures in various poses that were extremely revealing. A few of the pictures showed her very nicely trimmed, blonde bush with her pussy lips protruding. She almost died of embarrassment from Tim’s comments on how nice it looked and how well it showed up in the photographs. Tim and I were making comments on all of the pictures in fairly graphic detail. Susan relaxed a little and made a few comments of her own. She made a comment on one of the pictures that it was such a revealing picture that you could actually see how wet she was. We asked her to go back into the dressing room and wait for the next costume. As she walked into the dressing room, she only partially closed the curtain this time. I told her I was going to get us all another drink and that she should get undressed and wait for me to bring her a new costume and another drink.

When I came back with the drink, Tim had picked out the next costume. It was a pair of chaps and a vest that could in no way cover her boobs. For those of you who have not seen a pair of chaps, they are just leather covers for the front of the legs and have no front or back. He was going to have her sit on his model horse for the next few pictures. When he brought me the costume to take to her, I just handed him the drink and asked him to take them to her. Susan was quite surprised when Tim pulled the curtain back revealing her totally nude body standing in the middle of the dressing room. He handed her the drink and the costume and carried on a short conversation with her while she stood in the room totally exposed. As she started putting the costume on she noticed there were no pants included with the chaps and said through the curtain that there was no way she could come out and pose for the camera with everything exposed. Tim explained she would be sitting on the horse so everything wouldn’t necessarily be exposed. With very little coaxing from both Tim and me she changed and came out of the room.

Tim walked her over to the bench next to the horse to help her get on. Her beautiful ass was shinning in the light of the room. As she stepped up on the bench he put his hand on her bare butt to help her up. When she lifted up her leg to throw it over the back of the horse he softly slid his had under her pussy and gave it a little rub back and forth. Susan didn’t even flinch, she just kept getting on the horse and gave me a big smile. I smiled back at her and she knew everything was great by me. Tim had her pose in several positions and took several more pictures. He finally talked her into getting up on her knees on the back of the horse and had her lean forward to hold on to the reins. I went to the back of the horse to see what Tim’s view was as he took about ten more pictures in that position. Susan was really getting hot. She was so wet she was dripping and it was all showing up on film. Tim zoomed in for several really close shots. You could see Susan’s clit showing through her trimmed bush. What a view!

Tim helped her down from the horse in the same way he helped her get on the horse. As soon as she lifted her leg to get off the horse he started rubbing her pussy. This time he wasn’t quite as bashful about it. He told her she needed to hold the position standing on the bench leaning over the back of the horse while he took a few more pictures. She was definitely interested in keeping this pose. As she stood on the bench bent over the horse Tim moved her legs apart leaving her full exposed and went to get the camera. As he started to take the pictures I took the camera from him and whispered to him to continue rubbing her pussy while I took a few pictures. Needless to say, he loved that idea. Susan stood there trying to figure out what was going on and what we were whispering about. I told her I wanted to take a few “vacation” shots. She just smiled and bent back over the horse. Tim started rubbing her pussy again which put her in a frenzy. He ran his finger up and down her slit and rubbed her clit. Susan was going wild. He slid two fingers in her and she humped them like crazy. Within two minutes she came all over his hand and was wanting more.

Unfortunately the only prop not in the building was a bed. Tim picked Susan up in his arms and carried her over to a felt covered card table and laid her on it with her legs hanging over the edge of the table. I stood on one of the chairs and took a few pictures. Susan was all smiles and was loving every minute of our photo session. While I had Susan’s attention with the camera Tim slid his face into her pussy and started licking her clit. What a change in facial expression for the camera! She went from all smiles to focused on what Tim was doing. I forgot all about the camera and walked over to the edge of the table and unzipped my pants. Immediately she started grabbing for my cock. What a sight. My wife was having her pussy licked by a total stranger while sucking my cock. She came again almost immediately. Tim couldn’t stand it any more. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a monster cock. His cock was about eight inched long, but there was no way she could have wrapped her hand around it. Susan had not seen or felt his cock and was in for one hell of a surprise. As she continued to suck me off, Tim slowly slid the head of his dick in her and she immediately forgot about sucking me for a minute. Susan concentrated on Tim’s dick until she could get it all the way in and then remembered her poor husband. She was bucking off of the table with her legs flying straight up in the air and as far apart as they could get. The sight along with the rest of the day was too much for me and I came in her mouth instantly. Within five minutes Tim came a gusher in her and we changed positions as Susan licked his cum and her pussy juices from his cock. I slid in her soaking wet, cum filled pussy and fucked her while I watched her attempt to get all of Tim in her mouth. Susan gives the best head I have ever had. If there was any way to take him all the way down she would find it. Eventually she did.

We took a break, had another drink and Tim developed the rest of the film. When we looked at all of the erotic pictures he brought back we got extremely excited and started all over. The photographer that was closing at 9:00 finally left at 1:30. Susan and I went to the hotel and made love until 6:00 am. We missed check out time.

Poker Night Slut

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It was my night to host our monthly poker game. I decided to make it a special night for my submissive wife. She dearly loves to show her sexy body and to have more than one cock fuck her.

First, a little bit about my wife and I. Her name is Helen and she is 28 years old. Her long blond hair falls to the middle of her back and frames a very pretty, innocent looking face. She has blue eyes that smolder with lust when she is flashing her body or worshiping a penis. Long thick pink nipples centered in large aureoles that are a lighter pink color top her large 38D breasts. An intense workout schedule keeps her waist slim and tight. A firm round ass and flaring hips flow gracefully into sleek shapely legs. I am Tom and am 31. I work out regularly and am in decent shape.

Helen is submissive and I am her Master. Her body is mine to enjoy. I love to show her off any way I can. The card game provided a wonderful opportunity to let us both have some fun. I was sure she would enjoy serving as “Hostess Slut” for the card game.

As directed, she wearing a tight white tank top over a tiny red half-bra, her erect nipples were pressed into her top, a very short skirt that came to just below her pussy, a tiny see-though red thong that barely covered her clean shaven pussy. A pair of 5″ platform heels completed her come fuck me outfit.

The guys became arriving for the game. Alan arrived first and received a welcoming hug from the hostess. He kissed her cheek and casually slid his hand up her skirt to squeeze her ass. Joe, Ted and Greg received similar greetings when they arrived, each taking an opportunity to fondle Helen.

We sat down at the table, talking amiably about sports and politics. Our hostess got beers for everyone and set out a tray of sandwiches before perching on a stool next to my chair and crossing her long, smooth legs. We played for about an hour with Helen getting more beer and snacks as needed. When I felt the time was right I had her stand next to me and announced that the next hand would have a special prize for the winner. He would sit out the following hand to help Helen remove her top. He would then get to play with her juicy tits outside of her bra for the remainder of that hand.

Everyone anted up and the cards were dealt. I looked at my hand and saw a pair of Kings and a pair of 8’s with the 5 of spades. We bet and discarded. To be sure I got to watch some one else play with my sub wife, I threw away a King and an 8. After the replacements were dealt we bet again and Ted won with Queens and 10’s.

We all watched Helen stroll over to Ted and sit down on his lap. His hands grabbed the bottom of her tank top and yanked it over her head and off. We went back to the game as he cupped and fondled her firm tits through the skimpy bra.

Ted rejoined the game for the next hand. Helen served more beer and food. Every one was sneaking peeks at her bra-encased tits as we played. I could tell that no one was paying a lot of attention the game so I started the second special hand. This time the winner would remove her skirt, then play with her pussy through her panties during the next hand.

That brought everyone’s focus back to the game for one hand anyway. I again broke up a good hand to let some one else fondle her. Alan won this hand with a full house and Helen strutted over to stand next to him. He grabbed the zipper on her skirt, pulled it down and let it fall to the floor. She casually stepped out of the circle of cloth on the floor and spread her legs to give him complete access to her cunt. He rubbed his fingers on the crotch panel of her thong, causing a small moan.

The game quickly resumed. All the guys were eager for the next special game. Only a couple hands later, I announced that the next winner got to remove her bra and play with her bare tits. Ted must have had some cosmic link to Helen’s breasts because he won again. Helen climbed on his lap again and helped him make short order of getting rid of her bra.

We started the next hand while Ted fondled her tits and made her squeal in delight by pinching her nipples. When Ted rejoined the game I told Helen, still wearing her thong and heels, to get under the table. She was to start sucking Joe’s cock, since he won the last pot. After each hand she was to move to the new winner and suck his cock.

We played about 10 more hands with Helen licking each winner’s cock and balls. This time I played straight and enjoyed my wife’s talented mouth a couple of times. I mentally kept track and it seemed like Greg had not gotten his dick licked. His luck had not been very good all night. He had won a couple of small pots but none that earned a special prize.

For the final hand the winner got to remove her thong and keep it or play with her smooth pussy for 3 minutes. I was hoping Greg would win, but the cards were not helping. Joe won again and Helen stood next to him as he slid her thong down her legs, grabbing his shoulder for balance as she stepped out of it. He pulled her onto his lap and began stroking her shaved pussy.

I looked at Helen and saw the lustful look on her face. Her eyes were glassy and full of heat. She had been fondled and played with all night and wanted to cum desperately.

After Joe’s 3 minutes with her pussy were up I helped her back to he stool. While we counted our chips and cashed in I told the guys that the low man would get a blowjob from Helen and the high man would be the first to fuck her. I went on to tell them that they had to use condoms to fuck her pussy or ass, but could fuck her mouth without one. They were allowed to cum in her mouth, on her body or in a large mug sitting on the table.

As I thought, Greg was the loser for the night. Helen lay on the table on her back, her legs wide spread. Moving to the end of the table she let her head hang over the end and signaled Greg into position. He dropped his pants and placed his cock on her lips. She slowly licked the head before planting a kiss on it. She opened her mouth and Greg pushed his cock in. The rest of us watched and fondled her tits, ass and cunt while she sucked. Greg began slowly pumping his hips, sliding his cock deeper in her mouth. One of Helen’s hands climbed up his leg to tickle his balls, the other on his hip, pulling in harder and deeper. Her body was moving all over the table as we touched her. Greg’s breath was coming in short, loud gasps. Helen knew he was close and pulled off his cock to moan, “Give me your cum! Please cum in my mouth!” He pushed deeper and began pumping cum down her throat.

As soon as Greg’s cock slipped from her mouth Helen sat up and cried, “Come on you guys! Fuck me! Give me all your hot sweet cum!” Ted, the big winner crawled up on the table and between her thighs. She took his hard cock in hand and guided it to her slick cunt. Ted slammed forward, driving his cock deep inside her. She wailed with pleasure as his cock filled her pussy. He pounded her pussy with his hard cock. Their cries and moans filled the room. Soon they both screamed through their orgasms.

I pulled Helen off the table, telling Joe to lay on his back on the floor. Helen stood over him, on foot on either side. Taking her by the shoulder, I lowered her over Joe’s cock. Her wet pussy easily slipped over his cock. Once she had him completely in her cunt, I told Alan to fuck her ass. She wailed in ecstasy as his hard cock drove into her hot ass. Her cries of pleasure were muffled when I pressed my cock on her lips and into her mouth. Greg and Ted got on each side of her and had her pump their cocks in her hands.

The orgy continued on into the night with Helen encouraging us to fuck her again and again, harder and harder. She had a cock in her mouth, ass or pussy until we all lay on the floor totally spent. I was enjoying the sight of my well-fucked wife, cum covering her body and leaking from her ass and pussy, when I remembered the mug. Several guys couldn’t wait to cum so they shot into it. I handed it to Helen and said with a smile, “Here is your slut cocktail. Enjoy it, you earned it.”

We both loved that night of sex and poker. The only problem is now the guys want to have Poker Night at our house every month.

The Party Wife

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I have a wonderful erotic experience to share with you. Some may think I am bad, and others will secretly wish they were me, however it happened and I have some very fond memories which I love to rethink and remember as often as possible.

I am the wife of an Air Force Master Sergeant who at the time was deployed overseas. I was 39 at the time with a son who had just moved to another city to attend college. It was last August when this happened and I was left all alone in the apartment to think of all the things I wish I could do and I especially thought of sex quite often.

I noticed two handsome black guys moving into the apartment complex on my floor and two doors down. It was hot and I decided to prepare some ice tea and ask them to join me on the back patio, which they did. We soon had exchanged conversation on our situations and they revealed that they were seniors in the University and would graduate next May.

They were very nice and thanked me for the ice tea and said if they could ever do anything for me to be sure and call on them. I said that it would be nice to have some men things done for me sometime and I would call on them. Zack winked at me and smiled and said, “Anything you need just call.”

Being they were near by we saw each other often and they would carry my bags in when I had returned from shopping and even changed a flat for me once. I noticed that they never passed up the chance to look me over, which I considered a compliment from two young men who were half my age. Well not quite, as I am 39, and 5 ft 9 inches tall, slender with a nice figure, 34-c breasts which are still very perky and jiggle when I walk along with my butt which has a nice wiggle.

One day Isaac informed me that they were having a Halloween party and wanted to know if I would be his guest. He said that they were having some couples over, serving food and beverages, and might even dance some. I thought, what the heck, I don’t have anything else to do. “Yes,” I replied, “I will be glad to come.”

As I later was reflecting on the situation I began to wonder if he was including me in the party or wanted me as “his guest” as he had put it. Could it be that I would be his date? No, that is impossible, an old woman like me and so many young pretty ladies at college. I do recall some of the looks Isaac had given me and the thought kept coming back and I was feeling the results down between my legs, a nice warm feeling and dampness.

I suspected that I would be the oldest one there and the only white woman. I wanted to look my best so I carefully planned my attire. I would wear my black below the knee skirt with slits up the sides, a white satin blue buttoned down the front accenting my nice pair of boobs.

I also found my red lacy panties and bra with the black trim I had bought for my Husbands return from another deployment several years back. Not that anyone would see them but they made me feel sexy and appealing. What am I planning? My seduction? His seduction? No, it will not happen. Isaac is not interested in me, he just wants to invite me to be nice.

The night arrived and I was nervous trying to decide if I really wanted to go. I knew that if I went I would surely seduce Isaac or him me. The party started at 8 PM and I watched through my slightly opened door the couples coming to the party, they were all black and young and beautiful. It was well after 8 PM when I decided that I was going and I knew that if I went that I would not say no if sex was an option. If he wants me I am his and if not I will come home and be alone with my thoughts and desires.

I went to the door and knocked, Isaac opened the door and said, “Hi, thought you might not come.” “Gee you look great.” He kissed me on the cheek and led me into the apartment and introduced me around. I noticed that everyone seemed to be paired up and Isaac and I were apparently a couple. We had some drinks and started dancing.

Isaac said, “I hope I can keep you to myself, as all the guys here are undressing you with their eyes.”

I said, “Don’t worry Isaac, you’re enough for me tonight,” and I giggled like a teen. (which is one of my things to do.) He held me close as we danced and I could feel his manhood stretching his pants and rubbing against my pelvic. I was getting very wet and weak kneed.

He gently squeezed my buttocks and whispered to me, “If you don’t want me tonight, please stop me now.”

I said, “Don’t worry, I want you more than you’ll ever know.”

He took my hand and we walked toward the bedroom passing couples in all states of passionate embraces and undress. As we entered the bedroom, Isaac held me and kissed me passionately as we groped each other. He trailed kisses down to my breast as he unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my red bra, mumbling how nice my breasts were.

As he suckled them just as I remember they were suckled by my baby son years ago. Gee, I love to be suckled! He then trailed on down to my panties and he moved the crotch of my panties over and kissed my swollen lips and clit almost making me cum. As he removed my panties he kissed and licked me as no one else has ever done in my whole life.

I now started on Isaac, kissing his chest as I unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his muscular arms and remove his pants, revealing his bikini shorts with the most beautiful ebony cock peeking out above the top elastic, which I immediately kissed and licked. I was shaking all over with anticipation, seeing the black cock that I would surely feel spilling it seeds in my womb. I removed his shorts and we fell in bed.

As we both were so hot by this time, he started humping right away with me meeting every thrust with a thrust of mine. We had our orgasms almost immediately. We lay there for a few minutes then he asked if I though we were too hot for each other to which we both laughed and agreed that that was the hottest either of us had ever been.

We were together frequently until early December when he told me that he and his old girl friend had gotten back together. I was disappointed but I knew the score when we started.

One day Zack (the room mate) said that they were having a New Years Party and wanted to know if I would be his guest. I said, “Sounds great,” and “will your girl friend be there”? He said that they had broken up and that I would receive his full attention. Of course I knew what that meant. I was ready for another romp in bed and if Isaac was not available for me, Zack would be just fine.

I don’t want to repeat myself here so I will say the evening was about the same with Zack as with Isaac the first time. We started seeing each other regularly and one night as we were making love and Zack was paying attention to my clit, Isaac entered the room removed his clothes and started suckling my breast. Now I was hot and wanton.

I didn’t care what happened now, I just wanted sex and more sex. Isaac pulled me on top of his in a 69 position and proceeded to suckle my clit and I his beautiful ebony cock. My butt was exposed to Zack who mounted me doggy fashion and we were off to town. This was an incredible night. I was so hot and then I felt Zack shooting his load in my pussy, OH SO GREAT!

Zack collapsed and lay down as Isaac rolled me over and mounted my from the front and proceeded to pump me full of his seeds too. There is something about a man cumming in me that just makes me crazy.

We had sex like this till May when they graduated and left town and my husband returned in June. He now has a hot horny wife who he says if hotter than ever. Little does he know how I got this way and what I am thinking when we make love.

Meet In The Real World

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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

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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.”

Mile High Club

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Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!” He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!”

“Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. “I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go down we better be belted in, for all the good it would do.” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. “I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! While trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me.” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! “Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “here we go,” as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible while Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress!

When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder! Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definite wet strip about an inch wide.

She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now.” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck.

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!” “Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” as he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have told that she was getting her cunt fingered!

“I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!”

“You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?!” “Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated? “Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch.” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take, as her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting of in a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans.” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together.”

Blond In Asia

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As Marla wiggled her ass in the face of the half drunken Japanese businessman he reached out and slipped his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her g-string covered crack. After the quick feel, he stuck a thousand yen into her waist band and called out to the waitress for another drink. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening, and still the company men, as they are called in Japan, were drinking and carousing with there business associates. It was said that sake and geisha girls was the oil that kept Japan’s corporate structure lubricated. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”!

Being blonde and from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes, watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to American rock music. Walking down Tokyo’s busy Ginza district, and you would have thought you were in Times Square with all the American logos burning in bright neon lights. Marla was just another American icon to be bought and sold, only her commodity was her very supple and sensuous twenty four year old body. Like she said to her American compatriots, “We’re just doing our part to help balance the trade deficit !”

Marla had answered and ad in the New York New about fabulous money to be made in the Far East, and going for an interview, she found out that while not very glamorous, working the bars and night clubs of Tokyo and Osaka could earn a pretty blonde girl five thousand dollars a week! The hours would be long, but the rewards great for someone with a little ambition. Marla was at the time working a legal secretary making seven hundred dollars a week, a salary that barely made ends meet in New York City, so a week later she was on a plane to Tokyo, getting ready to start a brand new career. She found out right away that you could indeed make five grand a week, but to do it, you had to let the free handed businessmen touch you in very intimate places, and while not a prude, it took her several weeks to become accustomed to the pawing and leering that she had to endure while dancing at the club. In her third week, Marla got her first proposal to make some real money. A young executive wanted to take her to a hotel and make love to her. He seemed like a likable sort, and he wasn’t drunk like most of the other men in bar that night, so she made arrangements to meet him in the hotel bar after her shift was over.

Like most Japanese men, Ken, that was the name he gave her, was short and lean. He was waiting in the bar for her, and together they rode the elevator up to a room he had previously taken. He helped her with her coat, and then ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, pausing to feel the swell of her hips. She turned away from him and asked him, “Be a doll, hon, and help me with my zipper!” With a steady hand he pulled it down, kissing her on her bare shoulder, and sliding the sequined garment to the floor. He carefully unhooked her bra and it too slipped off her body, exposing her 34D chest to the evening air. Her nipples immediately became erect as Ken reached around her and cupped them in his hands. Most Japanese men were pushy and rough with their woman, but Ken had a gentle touch that was starting to turn Marla on. She turned around to face him, giving him a straight on look at her magnificent chest, and while lifting his hands back to her boobs she asked softly, “Do you like them, Ken?” He nodded in the affirmative, and said, “American girls have much bigger breasts than Japanese women, I like them very much.”

By now Marla was really enjoying herself, and her panty clad vagina was becoming damp as the result of the expert tit rub that Ken was doing on her chest. Growing a little impatient with him, Marla decided to move things on a little bit, by taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He seemed to enjoy the attention, and offered no resistance as she stripped off his clothing. His hairless body was smooth and sleek, and the start of and erection could be seen through his boxer shorts. Marla slid off her panties and asked, “Why don’t you take off your shorts so we can see what you got for me hidden in there!?!” Ken shoved them down and kicked them away, exposing a hard if not huge erection which Marla took into her hand and started jerking it back and forth, bringing a soft moan from Ken’s lips. Instinctively Marla knelt down and took Ken’s member into her mouth, tasting the faint traces of soap, but that quickly disappeared as she worked her mouth up and down of his stiff oriental shaft. Looking down at the buxom blonde sucking on his pecker was too much for Ken to take, and he quickly climaxed into her hot mouth. He had dreamed of this moment ever since he was in high school, and it was verwhelming to say the least. In Japanese tradition he quickly apologized for cumming so quickly, but Marla just laughed and said, “Don’t worry Kenny, I’ll show you how to get it back up, just follow me.”

Taking him by his cock she lead him over to the bed where she lay down with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy, trimmed in a neat blonde vee, bulged invitingly, its lips damp with sexual secretions. “Okay baby,” she cooed softly, “now you’re gonna do mama like she did for you!” He didn’t need a second invitation and practically leaped between her thighs, burying his mouth on her wet vagina. He licked up and down the length of her crack, finally stopping at her clitoris, which was out of its protective hood and begging to be sucked on. His tongue snaked out and caressed the little nub, causing Marla to sigh with contentment, and no matter what you could say about him, there was no argument that Ken was an expert cunt lapper! It had been a long time since Marla had experienced this kind of oral sex and her hot cunt was drooling cunt juice all over Ken’s face as he tried his best to lap up every drop.

It wasn’t long before Marla felt the familiar vaginal contractions that were the onset to an orgasm, and as she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, through gritted teeth she begged, “You eat me, Kenny, god you eat me so fucking good, oh fuck, baby, do me.” Hearing here use street slang only drove Ken to eat her more intensely as he stabbed his tongue in and out of her pussy, taking great pains to flick her clit with each thrust. She bucked her hips forward when her climax hit, trying desperately to push her cunt harder into his mouth, making Ken wish that Japanese woman were as animated as their American counterparts during sex. The tradition of the quiet reserved Oriental woman seemed to carry over into the bed room, while American woman, on the other hand, seemed enthusiastic about their love making, even relishing in it! This American girl Marla was an obvious cock hound, but this is the way all American girls acted, and even now, after a hard climax, this American bitch is begging to be fucked! Ken stood up and slowly jerked his cock while looking at Marla’s fantastic body. “Come on Kenny,” she begged with out stretched arms, “fuck me with that beautiful cock, please!?!” Ken’s cock was now hard as blue steel, this American slut looked like Marilyn Monroe, but acted like a porn star, so after sliding on top of her, he could feel her softness, the smoothness of her thighs, the slight bulge in her belly, and the fullness of her heavy breasts! She reached her hand down and lead his cock to her honey hole, taking the time to rub the head up and down the length of her slit. He slid into her easily, her well conditioned cunt muscles gripping his cock like a vise, and after only several thrusts she began breathing erratically, moaning louder and louder with each plunge.

“Oh fuck me, baby,” she moaned, “I need it so fucking bad.” Ken continued to pound away, driven on by her use of foul language. A Japanese woman would never use that type of language, or even ask her husband for a certain type of sexual position or activity, but this American girl used back alley talk and didn’t hesitate in the least in asking her lover to fuck her or eat her out!

Ken had now lost control over his cock, and was now battering Marla’s pussy into submission while the American cocksucker wrapped her legs around his back, trying to hold on for dear life! She was acting like a slut, but she couldn’t help it, because once she got turned on, her clit would take over and she would do what ever it took to attain the most explosive orgasm possible! Her cunt muscles tried in vain to hold on to the pounding piston that was invading it, but to no avail, and as a huge orgasm was building in her belly, and she hissed through gritted teeth that she was cumming. Ken’s nuts tightened up and contracted hard, sending a torrent of cum hurtling into Marla’s sweet American pussy, as of them strained to get the last bit of pleasure from the union of their sex organs, until Ken finally collapsed on top of Marla, gasping and trying to regain his breath.

After both of them were dressed, Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wallet and extracted the equivalent of two thousand American dollars and handed it to Marla. Bowing courteously at the waist he said, “Had a very good time, you were very good, too! Same time next week?” Marla tucked the cash inside her purse and answered, “Same time next week, Kenny, we’ll do what we can to further east-west relations.”