The Party

Here it is, finished at last, and worth waiting for.
A while back I promised you the details of an underground club I went to with my sweetie. Here's the story, gloriously exagerated and red hot. Enoy. Love,
Is

It was a last minute decision to go. A friend we'd met at a club in the city told us about an underground "club" that was at a new location each month. He assured us it was a great time, and when the next club night rolled around, he sent us an e-mail with an invite and a map. We decided to check it out.

My boyfriend Brian and I had a fine time getting ready. Picking out sexy clothes, layered so we could adjust our states of undress according to our comfort level. I decided to go very pop. I slid on a pair of Red and white "boy brief" style panties, and some tiny soccer shorts over these. I had a tight, curve hugging yellow t-shirt that read "Wanna Bang" on the front with an ad for "Orange Bang" on the back. I chose a red wig worn in pig tails with sharp bangs. Finally a pair of sneakers and striped knee socks completed the outfit. Brian showed his appreciation enthusiastically with a hard on that stretched his boxer briefs to their limit and we almost had our own party there in our apartment. I squeezed his cock and told him to get dressed; it was time to hit the road. Brian decided to wear a mod, slim fitting suit. It became fetish in the right context and he looked hot.
Underneath he had on a pair of tight black shorts and a black t-shirt, should he feel overdressed he could become my sexy little servant boy easily enough.

I was excited at not knowing what extremes might lay ahead of me. I could spend the evening just admiring sexy costumes and rolling around with my boy, or I could end up in something really out there. I was getting worked up wondering if our friend who had invited us, and who I'd long harbored a crush on, might join us in a threesome. Of all the kinks I've enjoyed there are few pleasures quite so fine as having two adoring men with hard cocks at my disposal.

Brian's hand stroked my thigh as I drove. Occasionally I'd sneak a hand over to his lap and it would seem he'd found some sexy thoughts to keep his mind occupied as well. Two hours later we arrived at a gorgeous beach house. The house was a rental, and was sparsely decorated. As soon as we entered we were assured we'd found the right house.

Two gorgeous girls in matching corsets and page boy wigs were making out hard and heavy. I wondered if they'd come together of if they'd arrived in matching outfits and decided it was a sign that they should give the rest of us a surreal visual treat.

The rest of the folks in the front room were standing around talking, getting to know each other. This was always a fun section at any party; strangers trying to entice each other into a darker corner. Arms were stroked, flirting glances exchanged.

"Brian? Isabelle?" A woman in a striking full length latex dress walked towards us. Her gorgeous black hair was too perfect to belong to anyone else; it was Brian's ex, Jeanette.

Jeanette was a sweetheart and we'd always gotten along well. None of the awkwardness of present and past girlfriends existed between us. Brian and she had broken up when Brian decided he was ready for a serious relationship and Jeanette, after careful consideration decided she was not.

"Hey. Fancy seeing you two here." She looked amazing. "Let me show you around." Jeannette led us into the next room, a large formal dining room converted to a smut room for the evening. Two flat screen TV’s graced the walls, one playing some pretty standard but decent quality porn and the other a delightful montage of fetish clips and fashion show footage. The television provided the only light in the room as couples and threesomes and larger groups kissed and groped and rolled about. Another room held various racks and tables with straps and buckles. This makeshift dungeon was occupied by two men only at this point. They were slowly going about playing with various paddles and tugging on restraints. This room would definitely fill up as the party progressed. Up stairs were four bedrooms and one large game room where the action would get more hard core. The upstairs was still brightly lit and not in use, a sign that the night was young.

I wondered how involved in this club scene Jeanette was. She walked with authority from room to room, though that was perhaps the result of her knowing just how god damn hot she looked. How could she not notice every man and women in the place panting as she passed? It felt nice to have her attentions all to ourselves for now. "Wow! She is yummy." I said to Brian, making sure he knew that he had my blessing and even encouragement to lust after this tall, shapely woman from his past.

We followed Jeanette’s hour glass figure back down stairs and she grabbed us a bottle of wine and three glasses from the kitchen. We all had a seat on the patio next to an empty hot tub and with a view of the beach.

"When did you get here?" I asked our lovely hostess. "You certainly seem to know your way around."

"Oh I helped them set this up. The homeowner is a man that I've been seeing. Actually to be honest he hires me as a dom. I give him a few spanks and piss on him now and then and he pays me, and gives us a great rate on his rental properties. It's great that he's into water sports. You should see the bathroom here. It's all set up. The tiled floors roll right up into the wall. There's a drain in the middle of the floor, and a hose rolled up in the cabinet below the sink for easy clean up. I expect it will be used tonight."

I'd not experimented with water sports, but the thought of it was intriguing. I decided I'd have a peek at this bathroom later. We sipped our wine and Jeanette flirted heavily with both of us. Finally she cut to the chase. "May I kiss you Isabelle?"

"Please." I answered leaning forward. Jeanette had another sip of wine and as she kissed me I felt the warm wine flowing between my lips along with her tongue. I opened my mouth wide to receive both hungrily. Jeanette slid off her chair and onto the bench next to me, wrapping her arms around me. We kissed long and hard. She had strong lips and a penchant for biting just hard enough.

"Jeanette!" I stopped her. "I'm sure Brian would like some wine as well."

She smiled. "Is this true Brian?"

Brian just smiled back, as Jeanette stood, looking sexier than ever in her translucent dress and tall boots. She strutted around the table clutching the bottle of wine. When she reached Brian he pushed his chair out from the table until he sat facing her. With her knees locked and her legs apart, Jeanette bent at the knees until her mouth was just inches from Brian's. She parted her lips and the wine dripped into my lover’s mouth. Jeanette followed the drops until their lips were locked. She placed her hands on Brian's wrists and held them in place while she kissed him. She'd stop every once in a while and pose, letting him see that which she was not yet letting him touch. I could see the outline of Brian's card cock against the fabric of his pants.

It was then that I made a decision that surprised even me. I leaned and whispered in Jeanette's ear, "Why don't you take Brian for awhile. I'll loan him to you." Jeanette raised an eyebrow and I flashed her a smile confirming that I meant it. Jeanette stood and gave me a quick hug. Brian still had no idea what was going on.

"Sweetie, I'm loaning you to Jeanette for awhile if you don't mind. Have a good time sweetie. Other than 'be safe' you've got no rules holding you back."

Brian looked concerned. "Is, are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me darling, I'm going to have a grand time. Jeanette will show you this world in a way that I can't wait for you to share with me later." I gave him a quick kiss, sliding my tongue across his top lip. "Is this okay with you?" I asked.

"If you’re sure you’re alright with it then, yeah, it's fine."

"Oh sweetie it's going to be so much more than fine." I gave his cock a squeeze and Jeanette led him back into the house. I stayed seated, sipping my wine and hoping that I really had conveyed to Brian just how okay I was with the situation. After all, being a female alone at a party like this was not a bad thing at all. Willing playmates were in abundance. For now though, I listened to the ocean and enjoyed the night air. And just like that, the two girls who had come dressed as twins were asking if they could sit with me.

The twin fetish always struck me as a bit creepy, but Lucille and Lisa looked nothing alike. Lucille was about five ten, and had a lean athletic body, with lovely small breasts and sharp features. Lisa was maybe five foot six, though she made up for the difference with some very tall heals. She had a very curvy body, with a gorgeous round ass and nice handful sized breasts. On these two the matching wigs, outfits and make up were adorable, as they accentuated their differences while succeeding on some level of making them a unit. The best part though was how into it they were. These two best friends were new to this scene and by sticking together they were giving each other the courage to explore some fantasies and desires that they'd no doubt whispered to each other during late night game so truth or dare.

For now, I was their fantasy, and they were not subtle in letting me know. They slid their hands over each others thighs and gave me heavy eyelids as they tried to muster up the courage to invite me their party. I realized I was the experienced scenester to them that Jeanette had been to me, and I decided that I'd borrow from the tall goddess herself. I'd lent her my man, I felt entitled. I took a sip of wine, stood, and strutted my way around the table. Placing my hand on the back of Lucille's head, I bent forward, and kissed her aggressively, passing the wine from my mouth to hers. She was surprised at first, and a bit of wine escaped, tricking down her chin before she drank thirstily from my mouth, sucking at my tongue as I pulled back to suck the drops of wine from her chin, neck and chest. I grabbed anther sip, and I leaned across Lucille, inviting her strokes and pets as I gave Lisa her wine. The differences in these two were delightful. From Lucille’s lanky body and thin but strong lips to Lisa's full round lips and curvy body. I ran my hands over her corseted waist round hips while her best friends explored my calves and thighs. I felt a bite on my bottom lips just as a hand slid under my shorts to caress my ass. I had not expected to find such a fine time quite so quickly.

I stood upright and Lucille and Lisa joined me. I kissed one and then the other, back and forth letting my hands explore more each time we switched. When it dawned on me that Lucille had slid her thigh between my legs and I was pushing my pussy against her, I knew it was time to get more comfortable.

"How do you girls feel about slipping out of these clothes and into that hot tub?"

These women of few words answered with more lusty stares as they began peeling off their corsets. Again in occurred to me that I was to them hot, experienced, older woman to these two girls who were probably just barely of drinking age. This was an unusual role for me and I savored it. I took a seat, and with one word instructed them to give me a show. "Slowly."

Two smiles and then a slow sexy strip show. I spread my legs and placed my hand between my thighs to give them encouragement. I could feel through my tight shorts how hot and swollen I'd become. Suddenly, my hand was between my legs for my own benefit. I wanted more. "Help each other." I suggested/demanded.

Again, two smiles let me know I was the queen bee tonight. My two lovely ladies stripped each other of hot pants and boots, peeling stockings, kissing every inch of leg on the way down. As they stood their in panties and bras, kissing each other, the difference in height just begging me slide between them and bridge the gap. I had my hand down the front of my shorts now, inside my panties, stroking my wet pussy. It was time to move things along. As I stood to my feet my two sexy new friends didn't need me to tell them what to do, as they did there best catwalk struts to me. I looked at the sky as I was kissed along my jaw and neck. My shirt was lifted off of me. My nipples were suckled. My shorts were lowered down, until I stepped out of them. When I was at last the least clothed on the porch, wearing nothing but my panties, I freed myself of my attendants and beckoned them to follow me into the tub.

The water was not so hot that we would have to limit our time enjoying it. It was just warm enough to keep us feeling wonderful on this cool night. As soon as Lucille was seated I straddled her lap, facing her, and began kissing her with intent. Her hands were on my ass, our breasts pressed together as we made out furiously. I slid a hand between her legs and I felt the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her panties. I pinched her pussy lips lightly between my fingers and I heard her gasp in my ear. I slid my fingers forward and back and she pushed her hips forward against my strokes. She moaned, and treated me to a long sexy "ooohhh".

I had my own back arched like a cat in heat, and I was dying for Lucille to return the favor while at the same time I was loving getting her off. I made a few sexy sounds of my own as Lisa slid a hand over my ass, and between my legs. Oh sweet Lisa, coming to my rescue while allowing Lucille to focus completely on the pleasure I was giving her. I pushed up on her long thighs, guiding her to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Any modesty that we had left was gone as I slide Lucille’s panties off. With my tongue and lips I explored her belly and thighs, getting closer to her sex with each lick and kiss, As I brought my tongue closer to tasting her wet pussy, Lisa continued stroking my legs and ass with one hand, and reach under me to finger me through my panties with her other.

Lucille was dying to feel my tongue on her, pushing her hips forward and back and moaning. She had a small triangle of pubic hair on her mound and she’d left a strip of hair on each side of her pussy. It would seem she was a natural blonde beneath her wig, which she still wore. When I felt that soft golden hair against my lips I could tease her no more. I kissed at her swollen lips before parting them with my tongue. She was slick and smooth, and she pushed herself against my mouth as I slid my tongue slowly up and down her warm cunt, circling her clit in ever tightening circles.

I did my best to focus on getting her off while being distracted by Lisa who now slid her hand down my panties, pressing her middle finger between the outer lips of my pussy. My legs were mostly together and my lips felt delightful pinched between my thighs and her finger.

I was getting close to cumming and technique was out the window as my tongue fucked Lucille by pure lust driven instinct. Her pussy felt so perfect as I kissed and sucked and licked. She pushed her hips forward and back with increasing intensity. I was sure she was on the edge of coming. I brought one hand forward and I slid my thumb inside her. I intended to go slow but she was so we and ready that I was sliding my thumb in and out of her immediately. I pressed my tongue against her clit, moving it back and forth with slow steady pressure. Her hands gripped the back of my head as he pushed her pussy forward. She was cumming now, hard and loud.

I was hot and ready. I parted my own legs, and Lisa fingered my faster, while biting at my sides and ass. She was getting hot herself, and as Lucille was finishing cumming I wanted more.

I kissed the tall beautiful and spent girl on her belly and rose to my feet quickly. “Lisa, come with me.”

Lisa followed without question. We stood on the porch, and I kissed her mouth, flicking my tongue over her lips. She was so delightfully curvy from her full soft lips to her firm round breasts to her amazing hips, to her heavenly thighs. A girl could run out of adjectives when face with such a beauty.

I explored her lovely body as we kissed. I was to hot to take my time though and soon enough I slid my hand down her panties. I was not surprised to find that she was as wet and hot as I was. Her hand immediately found its way back between my legs. We kissed and pushed against each other as we continued fingering each other. A couple of me walked through the door, and immediately uttered an “oops” and headed back in.

“Stay. You can watch.” I barked at them. I felt like a bit of exhibitionism. Hell at that moment there was little I wouldn’t have said yes to. I was naked on a beach house porch, fucking and being fucked by a gorgeous woman. I would say yes to more and as Lisa’s fingers grew clumsy because she was cumming fast and furiously, I decided I would have more.

I took her hand from its place inside my panties and I grabbed a seat, pulling Lisa onto my lap. She faced the two adorable boys, now shyly rubbing their hard cock through their tight black shorts. I reached around, parted her legs, and fucked her with my right hand as my left pinched her nipples. She threw her head back and she came, hips bucking, hands gripping the arms of my wrists, holding them in place. Her legs snapped shut suddenly. She’d had all she could handle. I saw that Lucille was watching amazed.

It was my turn to cum. “I’m taking these boys inside and seeing what they have to offer. You girls joining me?” I felt it polite to offer, but I was pleased to hear that I’d be having these two men all to myself.

I was determined to grab these two strangers, take them inside and insist that they fuck me right there on the spot. They followed happily enough, and I felt hot as hell strutting through the house mostly naked.

The party was getting going now as couples and threesomes and more were flirting and teasing and petting and kissing all around us.

I remembered the rooms upstairs. I found one open, and we went inside. By now I’d calmed down a bit, and the plate of fruit and bread and the bottles of water looked inviting. I decided it would be more fun to get to know my two friends before making use of their hard cocks. The room was mostly empty; just a pile of pillows and a low table holding the food plus a bowl full of condoms, little packets of lube, and a small stainless steal trashcan. The walls were draped in beautiful silks which continued, hanging loosely from the ceiling.

The three of us sat eating strawberries and grapes and sipping bottles of water. It all felt so wholesome, even the fact that I was in a pair of wet panties they were wearing nothing but tight black shorts that left very little to the imagination. Matching outfits was apparently the order of the day. And better yet were their matching accents.

Paul and Marcus were from Germany. They’d just arrived in SF after a week spent in Seattle, where their American adventure had begun. “We met a girl who invited us here and then right as we arrive she calls and says she will not be here.” Paul explained.

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” I teased.

Paul had near perfect English and did most of the talking. “I can’t believe we find this kind of party. This is so fucking crazy. Our friends in Germany will never believe this.”

“Well, I have a camera.” Their eyes grew gigantic at this. “I’m only kidding. No cameras.”

They laughed, and I decided I was ready to make use of this room that had generously been provided for us. “Paul, please tell Marcus that I would like him to come to me and give me a kiss.”

Marcus was smiling before Paul began translating, so I’m sure he caught my request. I expected him to crawl to me, but he stood allowing me to admire his lean lanky frame. He walked towards me and I put my palms flat on the ground between my knees, letting him know that he’d be coming down to me. This gorgeous man surprised me again when lowered himself to his knees behind me. He then placed his hands next to mine so that he was over me. I felt the raised up on my hands and knees, feeling the bulge in his shorts against my ass. I turned my head and Marcus kissed me. I’d intended to slow things down but now I was back in high gear. I pushed my ass against this lovely man and kissed back passionately.

I felt his hands come around the front of me, to pet my stomach, and my breasts. His hands felt so large and masculine after the two ladies downstairs. His palm sliding over my nipples was pure ecstasy. I raised myself up, and Marcus showed that he was a gentleman as he lifted himself out of my way. We turned and pushed the front of my body against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I slid my tongue into his mouth. A hard cock pushed against my stomach. I kissed Marcus’ neck and chest. I bit gently on his nipple and made him purr. I continued down his stomach. Now back on my knees again, I cupped my mouth around his cock, still wrapped nicely in black cotton. I pulled down his shorts just enough to reveal a large very erect dick ready to be licked, and kissed and nibbled and teased.

Paul was a perfect gentleman as well, enjoying the voyeurism and waiting patiently to be invited to the party. I was dying to be fucked, but I was loving the anticipation at the same type. “Come here.” I instructed Paul. He was less suave than his pal but oh so adorable as he hopped to his feet and practically ran to join the fun.

I sat back facing the two men. “How about you get them shorts off boys.” Marcus pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and Paul practically jumped out of his. “Now, I would like you to stroke your cocks while you think about what you’d like to do with me.”

I slid my panties off, and brought by hand between my legs. I ran my finger over my still slick and wet pussy as I watched these two sexy Germans stroking themselves and staring back at me. Not quite the study in contrasts the lovely ladies downstairs had been the boys till presented a nice pair. Paul was thinner with an almost feminine frame. He had long curly blond hair, blue eyes and a smooth face. Marcus was also fairly lean but muscular with a square jaw and short dark hair and intense dark eyes. They stood about the same height.

Marcus had a thicker cock but they both had plenty to offer. I stood and walked towards them. I took a hold of their cocks and freed their hands to pet me while I stroked for them. I bent at the waist and kissed the tip of Paul’s cock. I gave a kiss to the tip of Marcus’ as well and then I let go and walked to the bowl of condoms. I selected a mint condom and a regular, reliable Trojan. Grabbing a packet of lube I made my way back to the boys.

I knelt before Paul, my face just inches from his erection, driving him crazy as I took my time getting the condom open. When he’d been teased enough, I placed the rubber on the tip of his cock and unrolled it until I had a neatly wrapped little package which I slid into my mouth. Some men complain about the loss of sensitivity with a condom, but this can be a wonderful thing. Anything that promises a longer blow job can’t be all bad right? Paul brushed my hair sweetly out of my face and watched as I sucked his cock. I licked underside of his shaft, looking up at him. Men love a show, and I put one on to his extreme and apparent pleasure. I kissed the head of his cock, flicked my tongue over it, licked it long and slow like an ice cream cone.

Paul was delighted and it was time to bring Marcus into the picture. “You want to suit up there?” I invited, nodding at the condom in front of him. I instructed Paul to lie on his back, and I turned my intention back to Marcus.

“I’m going to suck Paul’s cock until he cums, and I want you to slowly, very slowly, slide you’re cock into my pussy and fuck me. I trust you can hold back until I’m ready for you to cum.” I directed.

“Yes.” Marcus smiled comprehending perfectly. I knelt between Paul’s Knees, and then I dropped to my elbows and took his cock between my lips. I gripped his balls, and sucked him off hoping to make him cum before I did. I had my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft and one hand wrapped around the base of his cock stroking along with my mouth. I felt Marcus pressed against me. I teased him with my ass, moving left and right. He gripped my hips, and held me steady. I was dying to have him inside me.

Paul cock was throbbing in my mouth. I wondered how long he’d hold out. I looked at him and squeezed his cock. His mouth opened in the universal, silent gesture for, ‘oh my fucking god don’t stop what you’re doing to me’ As I took Paul back in my mouth I felt Marcus’ at last pushing his cock past my pussy lips and entering me. I’d said slow, but now I felt like screaming at him to fuck me fast and hard. You’ll be there soon enough, I told myself.

Marcus was inch by inch until at last he was all the way in me, and then he began to fuck me, slowly. He had amazing self control as I’m sure he was hot as hell and just as anxious as I was to let it all go. I bobbed up and down on Paul’s cock, squeezing his balls, and just as Marcus picked up speed I felt Paul on the edge of cumming. I got the condom off him and stroked him hard and fast while lick and kissing his balls. Paul moaned and came on his stomach and chest. I raised my head and watched him continue cumming as I continued stroking. He was beautiful and he came so hard, I wondered if he’d had any action at all since arriving on our shores.

I kissed the base of Paul’s shaft as his cock began to soften in my hand. And then I turned my attention to the man who had dutifully continued fucking me though Paul’s intense orgasm.

I pushed him back, and I rose to my feet. Marcus followed and I sat him on a pile of pillows, his back to the wall. I lowered myself, to sit on his lap, facing him, and I took his cock inside me. I ran my hands over his lovely chest and stomach as I raised and lowered myself on his hard shaft. I pushed my clitoris against him as I came down. I was started to cum and I stayed down. Marcus pushed up against me and I came harder. He knew just when to hold still, and he pet my sweaty back sweetly as I lay, collapsed against his chest. His cock stayed rock hard inside me.

I recovered a bit of composure and I felt Marcus moving slowly and slightly in and out of me. I was still too sensitive for anything more and he gave me just enough. His hands continued to pet my back, my neck and my ass. My pussy opened up to him and I again began to raise and lower myself on his cock.

“What do you want?” I whispered in his ear.

He put his hands on my shoulders and I sat back on my ass. He guided me to lie down on my back, and put himself over me. He looked at me, at my face, my breasts, my belly, my legs. “You are so beautiful.” He muttered in his once cute, now sexy accent and slid his cock back inside me. Marcus continued looking at me as he fucked me and I loved feeling his eyes on me as I gripped his hips and pumped my pelvis in time with his. I was going to cum again and I wanted him to join me.

“Come on Marcus. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want to feel you cum. Oh god, I love your hard cock! Oh, Marcus, Marcus.” My words got us both hot, and my shouts intensified as I started to cum. “Oh, Oh, Oh god I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

And then Marcus was pushed all the way in me, and I felt his shallow thrust against me as he came. As is the case when I cum for the second time in an hour I came long and hard, and so did the beautiful talented man. When at last he collapsed on top of me, I kissed his ear lobe and whispered, “Thank you.”

I kissed Marcus and I made my way to Paul and kissed him as well. I told them my e-mail address, and figured if they wanted it bad enough they'd remember. I thought Brian and I might have them over for dinner some night, and I'd give them one hell of a desert.

I took a bottle of water, put my panties back on, and headed to the porch to see if I could find my shorts. On the way I couldn’t help looking through an open doorway. There was my Brian, blindfolded, hands bound on his knees. Jeanette was working him over good. I watched for a minute as she pinched his nipples and gave him just a teasing little taste of her pussy. She grabbed his cock and I smiled making my way downstairs.

I passed the “special” bathroom and got another smile as a man stroked himself while my two girlfriends squatted over him. “You want us to piss on you? Do you?” they asked as he nodded yes and muttered, “Oh please, please.”

Lucille, pissed on his chest and Lisa on his cock and balls, He was so hard, and in wonderful agony as his hands were bound and nobody was stroking his cock. The girls didn’t leave as soon as they were done, and so I figured they’d get around to giving he guy a few tugs eventually, well, someone would.

I found my shorts and shirt hanging over the back of a chair. A very happy woman was making her way around the hot tub, teasing five men. She was in for quite a night.

The patio was quiet an hour later when Brian found me, dressed and sipping wine, just as he’d left me. “Have you been here all night?” he asked.

I laughed, and let him retain this thought for now. I’d tell him all about my night and hear all about his soon enough. These stories would be our foreplay for months to come.

Adult Film Review: Skin Tight

Skin Tight looked promising. The cover girl has a painted on business suit that's just adorable, more pics on the back cover. Unfortunately this image, like most adult film dvd covers, does not come from the film. The painted on theme is explored minimally as Skin Tight is mostly just your usual collection of fuck scenes. A couple of scenes are actually laughable as they dedicate a few seconds to to quick brush strokes of latex across the thighs before commencing with the grinding. Why bother?

The actresses are nothing special. Lots of fake nails and bad breast jobs on display. I don't get the whole messy blow job thing. Spit flies in every cocksucking scene, killing what might otherwise have been a hot number. The men in the movie appear to be at the end of a long over worked day as they barely maintain their erections and ejaculate a few drops in the end to let us know their done.

All in all, I'd say skip this one if your looking for something other than a run of the mill modern day porno flick.

Happy New Year- adventures in public sex

This is a fantasy. I don't want to spoil any surprises here, so I will give more details of where this story came from at the bottom of this post. Enjoy,
Is

I knew it was going to be a New Years eve/birthday celebration to remember. Brandon didn’t feel cheated at having his birthday fall on New Years Eve; he made the most of it. He got to be a very important guest at the biggest parties of the year, the birthday boy.

Brandon and I had gotten together when we met at a mutual friends bbq about six months before his last birthday. Our relationship was sex charged from the instant we met. I was attracted to the boy with the dark, almost black hair and the amazing green eyes from the moment I met him. When he was able to debate with me on subject ranging from modern art to gender politics all while expressing such an excited, optimistic view of the world I was thoroughly charmed. In the course of this conversation he expressed himself as a sensualist. He talked about only repressing himself when repression itself was the kink he was after. He said it so loudly and unashamedly. I was embarrassed and turned on by it all at once.

Friends drifted in and out of our conversation, but we stayed put, talking to each other throughout the night to the point that we were the central figures in the evening's gossip circles. I was increasingly interested in him, and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. The flirting was mixed with our conversation as we discussed topics like, what was hot in pornography and what had to go. Here I was telling a perfect stranger that I thought girl on girl porn should be sexy but wasn’t, that I’d love to direct such a film myself, that fetish videos made me hot. And the conversation felt so natural. Nothing was whispered, there were few hesitations. Such was Brandon’s magic. When we noticed we were amongst the last guests Brandon invited me to take a walk with him and I accepted.

He put out his hand to help me up from the low bench we’d been sitting on for hours and after I rose to my feet our hands stayed together. It was lovely walking slowly down the tree lined street on a warm night. We’d talked nonstop for hours and now we just walked in silence. All the talk of traveling and art and sex and living without inhibitions had me stirred up. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I wasn’t sure how to do it, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. “Let’s have a seat.” I blurted out as I plopped myself down.

Brandon still had my hand, but he stayed standing. The look he was giving me told me he intended to kiss me and I’m sure he could see in my eyes that I was ready for him to do so. The intention was in the air, but nothing was happening, as we looked at each for an agonizing minute that felt like an hour. At last, he bent forward, I tilted my head up, his intense green eyes were looking into mine as our lips met. We’d let things build, and we’d grown hot enough that the kiss was the opening of the flood gates. We attacked each other. I pulled him to the bench, and sat him down, moved myself to straddle him, and never did our lips part. I explored his mouth with my tongue, as my one hand moved up and down his back pulling him to me and the other rested on the back of his head, pulling him forward, keeping his lips firmly pressed against mine. I felt myself grow wet instantly, more so when I felt his cock grow hard in his pants, pressing against my panties. I was dry humping like a high school girl worried her parents might catch her when suddenly I heard the sound of a skate board on the pavement, very close by.

“Whoa, sorry.” The embarrassed kid on the skate board exclaimed as he sped up to get past us. We looked at each other and laughed. I stood and pushed my skirt back down. I intended to invite Brandon to my apartment, just three blocks away, when I noticed a heavily planted courtyard. I stepped over the bench and grabbed Brandon’s hand pulling him along with me. I turned and leaned my back against the brick wall of the church. I felt adventurous and alive and ready to ravished, and to do a bit of ravishing myself.

Brandon paused to look me up and down. I wanted to live up to the words we’d exchanged. I stuck out my hip, bit my lips and raised my knee length black skirt, slowly showing off my thighs. I didn’t stop until I was flashing just touch of white cotton panties. My held the front of my skirt up with on hand and unbuttoned my sleeveless red blouse with the other, just enough to flash some cleavage. Brandon would see my bet, and raise me. He stepped in and placed his hand between my legs as he brought his lips to mine. He pressed his palm against my sex as his tongue parted my lips and teased the tip of my own tongue. With his palm pressed against my wet pussy, his fingers found the crack of my ass. Pressing, he slide his middle finger against my ass, and then pull forward until he was parting the lips of my cunt. I wanted my panties off. I wanted those fingers against me, inside me. Instead, Brandon moved his hands to my hips and then to my ass. He felt my ass, which has always been one of my own favorite features, round and firm. I pushed back against his hands, my breasts in turn pushing forward against his chest. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts. He folded down the edge of my bra just enough to reveal a pink nipple standing at attention. He sucked my nipple for a moment before continuing down my stomach, finishing the unbuttoning of my top as he went. His tongue teased my belly button.

I heard the skateboarder pass again and I my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed warm air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me come without even getting my panties off, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me, and so I lifted my skirt even higher, pushed my panties down. Brandon followed my lead. He slid he hands into my waste band and ran them along my legs as he lowered my underwear past my thighs, knees, calves, ankles. I stood on tippy toes before stepping out of my panties, so enthralled was I with every inch of their removal.

Brandon’s hands went immediately to my thighs, pushing them apart, and he gave me what I craved. His tongues was not talented only in flirt and ranting. I felt him slide just inside of me, and if I doubted it before, I now new that I would not let him escape without penetrating me further, with his fingers and with his cock. But for now, my god did he make my pussy hot. I gyrated my hips like a young Elvis. I was fucking his mouth as much as he was eating my pussy. Occasionally, he’d push my hips against wall and move to a more delicate, teasing technique, sucking on my labia, kissing giving light flicks with his tongue, until it would feel to good and I’d shamelessly push my hips forward, pressing my wet sex against his mouth desperately.

And then he stopped abruptly. He lay on his back he looked up at me, motioning me with his finger to lower myself onto his mouth. This felt wonderfully nasty as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his head, my thighs against his cheeks. He reached up and clutched my thighs, and slid his tongue deep into me. I couldn’t believe how good if felt and I started to cum within minutes. I doubled over, pulling his hair and I heard a group of people walking by, just feet away as I failed to restrain a moan. I was still cumming as their steps slowed, then a giggle and they continued.

I raised myself to standing and looked down at Brandon, still on his back. He looked up at me, staring me in the eye, and with my eyes fixed on him he fixed his gaze between my legs. I held my skirt up and gave him a look. Then I knelt between his legs and pet the bulge in his jeans. I nibbled at his cock and even tried the warm breath trick he’d just so excellently employed on me. Then I unzipped his pants and freed his firm and quite impressive hard on. I kissed the tip of his cock while staring up him. With his hands behind his head raising his view, we were again staring into each other’s eyes as I licked his stiff dick from his balls to the head. I wrapped my lips around the shaft sideways and I gripped the base. Finally, I let go of his haze and I went to work taking his cock deep in my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled him beneath the star filled sky in the courtyard of that church until I could sure he was seconds from cumming in my mouth. I was torn between swallowing everything he could give me and finally having my pussy filled. I opted for the later. I took a condom from my purse and looking in his green eyes once more I tore it open and unrolled it on his shaft. I climbed on top, and slowly, slowly, lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me and inch at a time.

He was only about half way in me when I decided save a bit for the second act. I raised and lowered myself, up and down the pole, our eyes still locked. He ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist and back again. I leaned forward enough to let him cup my breasts which he squeezed together, his thumbs teasing over my nipples. It didn’t take much to bring him back to the verge of cumming. As he started to moan and push his hips up, I took him in just a tiny bit more with each thrust until finally I felt my clit pressing against the hard mound above his cock. I was grinding happily in place when Brandon decided suddenly it was time. Grabbing my shoulders he swiftly and amazingly gracefully spun me off of him and onto my back. He rolled on top of me, and looking into my eyes with the most intensity yet, he started to fuck me hard. I wrapped my legs around him, and hung on as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I was moaning loud enough to be heard for blocks, cumming in wild rolling orgasm when I felt him at last push all the way into me and groan, his cock pulsing against the walls of my pussy. We had continued to look each other in the eye through the entire experience.

I liked Brandon so much, too much to let him be just a fantastic fuck. I was pleased to find out that he was sweet and sincere and he became my boyfriend. We continued our sexual adventures. I bought a prom dress for ten bucks from a thrift store, and put it on for him. He scored with the prom queen as I fulfilled one of his fantasies raising the dress up and pissing on his chest and stomach and cock as he stroked himself off. He came instantly. He tied me up, fucked me with a vibrator, and slid his fingers, tongue and eventually his cock into my ass. We explored together, pushing every boundary, but doing so carefully and playfully.

So, when New Years came around, and I asked Brandon what he’d like for his birthday, his answer of “An extreme sexual experience” struck me as particularly challenging. But I was determined to rise to the challenge.

With enough advanced notice I was able to book us a room in downtown San Francisco. We headed into the city early to avoid the crazy traffic and we spent the day shopping. The shopping was a bigger part of Brandon's evening then he knew, but he caught on pretty quickly. With his help I selected a pair of tiny shorts with garters to hold up my stockings. I bought a corset style top that revealed my belly and pushed up my breasts. Lastly Brandon, who I adore for having such excellent taste, chose a pair of black shoes with very high heels. They looked like they could've come from a 1940's fetish image, with straps wrapping around my ankles. I couldn't resist sneaking my hand to my boyfriends lap to feel his cock growing hard just from seeing the items he'd selected hanging over my arm. I'd brought several wigs, and the choices he made would be best suited by a black page boy that was one of my favorites. I left the store wearing the outfit we'd just purchased, plus a sheer black dress shirt for some minor semblance of modesty. The wig was still packed in the trunk of our car, but my long blonde locks and red lipstick made for a lovely contrast.

Seeing me in this outfit would be enough to have Brandon chomping at the bit, but seeing me strutting about on the street, garnering attention from every man and woman that passed put him in the mood to skip all of my well laid plans and head straight to our room. No. He would have to wait.

December in SF is not a warm affair, but the sun was out and it wasn't unbearably cold. The advantage was that the skin I was revealing stood out even more than it might have otherwise. I licked my lips, and gave bedroom eyes to men in suits to draw even more of their attention. I may have over done it with the man who stopped to find out just what I may have been offering. With Brandon a few step behind me, I leaned forward and put my hands on the good looking stranger’s shoulders to steady myself. I kissed his mouth and felt his hands run lightly up his sides and back down, settling on my ass. As I kissed his face around his lips, I lifted one hand from his shoulders and squeezed his cock; as I'd suspected he was rock hard. I continued on my way, leaving him to adjust him self. He appeared embarrassed, but I doubt he'd have traded the experience for anything in the world.

I looked over my shoulder and Brandon gave me a devilish grin that told me he more than approved. Three young men practically fell down as they passed me. "Damn" one of them muttered involuntarily.

I sat with Brandon and had coffee in this outfit. We shopped for sex toys at Good Vibrations. We ate lunch at a vegan restaurant called Herbivore, sitting outside on the sidewalk. Brandon endured hours of teasing while we toured out favorite SF spots. As I slid my sexy shoes up and down the inside of his leg, and ate my lunch slowly, giving my sweetheart a voyeuristic thrill with every forkful that slid past my lips Brandon uttered the first word he'd managed since leaving the first shop. "You're driving me fucking nuts."

I leaned forward and pronounced my words carefully and slowly. "Sweet, I am all yours. So long as we stay in public. I will take your cock in my mouth, cunt, hands, or ass anytime. Would you like me suck you off right now?"

His eyes grew wide. His jaw dropped and then he smiled, and laughed. "Oh you're good."

At this point the waitress brought us our check, and a lipstick kissed napkin with her phone number on it. I advised Brandon to hang onto it as I paid our bill.

Leaving the cafe, my lover now clued in to the rules of the game, I played up my interactions with strangers more, and as people were readying for the coming celebration they played back. I was danced with, propositioned, and a beautiful roller-skating red head named Jane gave me a glorious deep kiss and felt me up before hurrying to catch up with her wildly cheering friends. In between these exchanges I rubbed up against my sweetheart, being careful to assure that he was enjoying the play. He was. In fact, he was thrilled, and turned on, and he encouraged me to continue.

We stopped for drinks at a crowded bar where I had many drinks poured and passed my way. I blushed and honestly couldn't believe the response I was getting. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. In the dark and crowed confines of the bar my aroused man was gaining courage. He started to feel me up a bit. I danced with him, pressing my body up against his, and I could feel his erection pressing back. I squeezed his cock through his pants and slid my hand from base to head. He allowed me. While we were in a crowed, we were hardly anonymous, not with my outfit. A whooping, laughing crowd pushed thought he front door, it was Jane, with her roller skates and her friends, one of whom pointed me out to her with a giggle. Jane skated through the crowd and asked if she could cut in.

Had this been my birthday, Jane and I would have given Brandon a show and he'd have loved it, but it was his big day and so I told her she could not cut in, but was welcome to join in. She then noticed my grip on Brandon's cock. "It's my boyfriend birthday." I explained.

"Happy birthday, handsome." Jane greeted Brandon, before leaning into kiss him, while I continued to stroke his cock. I'd been so full of courage which increased with the encouragement of strangers throughout the day, but the truth is I was now scared to death, as I lowered myself to my knees and lifted the birthday boy's shirt, kissing his belly, my hand still gripping his hard prick. The crowd immediately around us was facing us now, definitely enjoying a show. Jane had both hands on the back of Brandon's head and they were making out fiercely. 'It's now or never.' I though to myself as I tugged down his zipper. I took one last look around and saw that at least two other couples were now making out hot and heavy. I maneuvered Brandon's large, rock hard cock through the fly of his boxers and through the fly of his pants. I took him between my dark red lips, and sucked his cock there on the dance floor. I was feverish with the thrill and fear of what I was doing.

Jane, still kissing my man, was squeezed in tight next to me and I slid my free hand up her smooth bare thigh to her tiny skating shorts. When I reached between her legs I realized Brandon's hand was already there, down the front of her shorts, his fingers sliding forward and back. She clung to him for support, he legs apart, her mouth breathing heavily into his as he fucked her with his fingers. Jane's involvement was an added treat I couldn't have planned or even imagined.

Becoming more relaxed I realized I wasn't about to be arrested or kicked out. It also occurred to me that it didn't make a difference if I was, I may as well give it my all. I was more demonstrative. I licked my lover’s shaft, showing his cock to the world. I slid him sideways between my lips, mouthing one side of his cock and then the other.

Much to my surprise, Jane joined me. She dropped to her knees, kissed my face and then took his cock from me, into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock two or three times and then took his cock out and stroked it. I'd gently worked Brandon's balls out and I kissed and lick them while Jane stroked him off, stopping ever so often to take him into her mouth for another few thrusts. I felt his balls constrict and I sensed that he was close to coming. I took his cock from Jane, who was circling the tip with her tongue. I took him deep into my mouth, pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his shaft and did a steady and firm stroke with my mouth taking his cock deep in, and then out to the tip. Jane's hands were cupping my breasts and she was kissing my neck as I tasted the cum flowing hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, squeezing my lover’s balls. His hands were holding tight to the back of my head, his hips pushed all the way forward as his cock pulsed. When he was at last spent, Jane and I rose to our feet. She gave us each another kiss and skated off. The crowd, which now featured a number of couple following our lead, gave up a cheer.

Brandon and I held hands, and walked from the bar towards our car in amazed silence. His birthday present was just beginning. We reached the car, and I put on my wig and did the best I could with my make up in the passenger seat as Brandon drove us to The Castro district where the streets were already filling with people ready to bring in the New Year.

Brandon had worn his long trench coat and pushed up behind me and wrapped it around me as it was getting cold out with the sun dropping. The street party was a blast. Drag queens on stilts, all combination of men and women and men and men and women and women were kissing and dancing and running about. There were bottles of wine and beer being passed around by strangers. We soaked it all in, but we were also focused on each other. We'd just had such and amazing experience together and though we were still buzzing from it, we knew there was more ahead of us. I had my ass, still clad in my tiny shorts, pushed up against Brandon’s lap and once again his cock had grown hard and pushed back against me.

The wine and my lover’s body were warming me up, and as the party around us got increasingly intense I wanted to continue with my lover’s birthday present. I unfastened the garter belts from my shorts as Brandon and I stopped to stare in amazement at a couple fucking right there on the street. She was bent over, clutching a sign pole being fucked by a man wearing nothing but a harness. Her black leather shirts was up, and her small perky breasts stuck out about the corset she was wearing. She had a beautiful body but it was her face that turned me on the most. Her mouth was open and she was loving being fucked, seemingly oblivious to the crowd cheering around her.

As we watched this spectacle of public sex, I slid my shorts off. Brandon's coat didn't quite reach far enough to cover me completely and I felt exposed, though so far nobody other than Brandon appeared to notice. He was harder than ever, and pushing his cock forward into my ass as the couple against the pole continued to fuck the crowd now pushing closer. I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, as the coat fell open and Brandon’s hands held my breasts. I decided to take the plunge. I stepped forward, out of his coat completely, and gripped the pole just above where the other woman was gripping it. She looked at me with her eyelids heavy and her lips trembling as I bent forward with my high heels spread far apart. I pushed my ass out, and waited for my man.

As Brandon stepped forward and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, the crowd around us went crazy. There were people climbing on top of newspaper racks to see the action. I felt my love slide his cock into me. The foreplay inherent in the act and we went right to the hard, fast fucking that we both needed.

I had my eyes closed and was surprised to hear a whisper in my ear. "May we pet you?" I opened my eyes and saw that the other had apparently finished and now stood ready to stroke and pet us. I nodded yes, I was breathing to heavy to say anything.

My lover’s hands were gripping my hips and now two sets of hands belonging to strangers ran up and down my legs, over my ass, underneath me to stroke my belly and breasts. My nipples were pinched; my jaw was clutched holding my head in place as Brandon continued to drive his cock into me. Finally the lovely woman slid her hands down my belly, between my legs and pressed firmly against my clit. She held her finger against me steady and I began to cum. I opened my eyes and saw the crowd cheering me on. One man had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I was cumming loudly and with my whole body as the two strangers kept me standing. It was all my man could bear and I felt him cum inside me as he pushed up against my ass. He would slow down and then another pump would have him coming again. I was done cumming, but loving feeling my lover get off so thoroughly. The stranger slid her hand from my clit and I knew she was moving toward Brandon's balls which she clutched as he gave one last thrust and finally he was spent.

The embarrassment and exhilaration set back in as I stood and turned toward the birthday boy. I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his neck as the crowd gave their biggest cheer yet and then continued moving on down the street. "You were lovely." he whispered in my ear.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." I whispered back. The woman from the other couple silently pressed a card with her picture and phone number into my hand and they disappeared into the crowd.

Now there is the small matter of how to top this next year!

As I said, this is a fantasy, but it's based on a real experience. I was in SF on New Years and I did indeed see two couple fucking each other on the street, in the middle of a crowd. I got hot watching, and I would have loved to have joined them. I wasn't quite that brave, but I did grab my lover and fuck him in an alley, where we weren't exactly hidden. Baby steps. Maybe next year I'll take on two men while riding down the street atop a parade float. Thanks for reading. Love,
Is

Big Response

Candy, was just posted on Literotica.com. What a great response. Over 600 hits today and its early yet. I've gotten a couple dozen e-mails, including several from older men wanting some candy themselves.

You folks clicking from Literotica, Date Night is a sweet and sexy lesbian story that can only be read here at this time. Enjoy.

It may be a little bit before I can get another story up here. I have a hectic week, but I'll try to get at least a little tease up in the next few days. I'm working on a couple of custom stories that I've been paid a commision for. It didn't occur to me until just now that the couple purchasing these stories might not mind you all reading them too. Hell, they might get off even more having their fetishes and secret desires shared. I'll find out.

It's spring time, and it affects me like everyone else, maybe more. I notice every ass in a tight skirt, every pair of long legs or nice breasts, every good lookin' man showing a bit of spring in the lap of his jeans. I've been flirting like crazy and there's no shortage of fantasizing going on. I can't wait until I have time to play catch up.

Until then, keep writing them e-mails, and leaving comments. I do appreciate it. I'll be back soon. Love,
Is

Bondage is a hit

My story, The Workshop, was posted on Literotica.com and I'm getting more visits to the site than ever! The bondage category is a popular one apparently. So, I guess I'll write a few more bondage stories. I have a good one cooking anyway, called the tube. I reference a toy called the tube in The Workshop so that's a little hint as to where it's going. I hope you'll check back and enjoy it.

Thanks to all the folks who've been linking my site and using my links to do their toy shopping. And thanks especially for the donations and orders for custom stories. I really appreciate it. I'm able to work a little less and write a little more so we all win. Love, Is

Date Night

I'm bi, and so it's a natural for me to write about the lovely sex that can happen between two women. I've always been more drawn towards men as far as long term relationships, for whatever reason.
The thought of a girlfriend is pleasing though, and this little fantasy came from trying to imagine the perfect scenario to start such a relationship. It of course starts with some really hot sex. Don't all great relationships? Let me know how you like. Love, Is

As soon as I entered our apartment I knew something was up. My roommate, Samantha, and I had been up drinking wine and talking incessantly until after midnight. I was expecting to come home to a mess. Instead I came home to a spotless house with all the blinds pulled and wonderful smells filling the air. I dropped my bag by the door and walked through the living room to find the kitchen table set for two, candles lit, covered pots giving off heat sitting on the stove.

"Crap." I thought "Sam's got a date." I was exhausted and was looking forward to ordering some take out for both of us and watching trashy TV with the air conditioner blasting. Now it seemed I'd be finding somewhere to hang out for a while. I didn't recall Sam warning me that she had a date night coming up but I was never good at keeping track of such things. Oh well, I guess I could just as easily munch on popcorn while taking in a trashy movie.

Sam came around the corner from the too small bedroom that we shared. "Oh, Cheryl, Hi. I didn't hear you come in." she greeted me, surprised.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be out of here in just a minute. I'm gonna go catch a movie or something." I let her know that I wouldn't be in the way. "By the way, it smells fucking great in here. I get dibs on leftovers."

"Leftovers? I made you dinner." She informed me.

"Wow, this is for me? That's great; I just didn't expect... thanks." I didn't have to be told twice. "I'm going to go wash my face and change, I'll be right back."

"Sure. Dinner will be a minute, and hey, put on one of your nightgowns. Mine is a casual bistro."

I washed my face and tied my hair back. I changed into my favorite white nightgown as requested and took a seat at the table. Sam had already poured me a glass of wine. She went about her business, stirring this and tasting that, moving to the beat of her favorite mix CD. Brian Eno, Rufus Wainwright and Leonard Cohen mingled with various DJs she'd discovered online or at warehouse parties in the city. Her energy and good cheer were contagious and my hangover and exhaustion faded away as she served up dinner.

I had a full forkful of sweet coconut rice and a Thai stir fry with chunks of fried tofu. Sam was an amazing cook. Garlic and Basil and spices I knew nothing about thrilled me and it was a struggle to take my time and savor every bite. Sam ate slowly and watched me eat. I think she enjoyed feeding me more than actually eating her cooking herself.

When my plate was empty Sam hopped up and cleared it. She hurried me into the living room, to sit on a blanket where she set in front of me a plate with small pieces of various dark chocolates. I had a piece with bits of red pepper mixed into it and it was surprisingly nice. My palate expanded constantly living with Sam. The leftovers from her date nights were a favorite and when she actually cooked for me, well I would be at her mercy. It seems that might have been what she had in mind.

"So, are you wondering what this is all about?" She asked.

"What's that?"

"Well, this... dinner, the candles the music."

"I'm enjoying the hell out of it, why? Do I have to do the dishes for a month now?"

"No, not exactly." Sam was being flirty and mischievous and I wondered what she was up to. "Cheryl, remember, when we were drinking last night and you said that you'd always wanted to be with another girl. Well, I didn't say it at the time, I guess I was afraid, but it's all I've been able to think about all day. I... Um, I would like to also. To be with a girl I mean, with you Cheryl. I'm hoping that I could be that girl for you."

I was stunned. I was supposed to be the wild one, and I just assumed Sam, who had no shortage of good looking male suitors was on her way to marriage and a great career and two beautiful kids and maybe the occasional weekend visit from that crazy roommate she had in college. I looked at her now, as she waited, visibly anxious for my response, her big brown eyes staring into mine. This girl was drop dead sexy. Half Irish and half American Indian, she was curvy and long with long brown hair that hung to her shoulders in soft curls. Her mouth was my favorite of her features. Her small mouth with full round lips was such a contrast next to my mouth which was big both figuratively and literally. I stared at that mouth, pursed in anticipation, and I leaned in, placed my hand beneath her chin and kissed her.

Sam kissed back with such force and hunger. I could believe that she had indeed been thinking about this all day. Now that she had permission she moved full speed ahead, throwing her arms around me and running her tongue along my lips, sucking at my tongue, and pushing me forward until I was on my back with her on top of me. Being kissed like that was exciting, more so because I'd never been kissed by soft female lips and I kissed back with all I had.

Sam and I rolled around kissing, and petting and taking quick breaks to stare at each other for ages, or at least through more than one extended remix. We were breathing heavy, and lying on our sides facing each other. ‘Now what?’ hung in the air.

We both smiled, thinking the same thing, but both shy about taking the first step. As I reached out to unbutton Sam's red men's dress shirt, she untied the top of my night gown. Unbuttoned and untied, we raised ourselves to our knees. She kissed me again before lifting my gown over my head, Sam took a good long look. We'd been roommates for over a year, and had seen each other in every state of undress, but never before had she let herself look me over so thoroughly. She took me in with her eyes and then she stripped her clothes off for me, slowly removing her shirt, her bra, and her black pants. She had on a pair of dark blue boy shorts style underwear which hugged her hips and her mound.

Sam put her hands on my shoulders and gently lowered me to my back yet again. She straddled me, and put my hands above my head. I was taken by surprise that sweet Sam should take the lead, but I was more than happy to let her. She kissed me again; her tongue circling just inside my mouth drove me crazy. I squirmed beneath her touch but kept my hands above my head where she'd placed them. I felt her bite at my lower lip and then nibble at my chin. She gave me lovely sucking, kissing, bites along my neck. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet. The girl was making me crazy. She licked and bit at my shoulders and across the top of my chest, down my ribs, and across the bottoms of my breasts. Finally, she reached my nipples, squeezing the right between her fingers while cupping beneath my left breast and sucking at my left nipple. She alternated between breasts. I put my feet flat against the ground and pushed my hips up at my beautiful roommate. I was burning up and I needed her to fuck me.

She got some sense of the urgency and made her way slowly, so very slowly, down my belly. As she kissed down my body, her long, soft locks of hair felt smooth and gorgeous dragging over my shoulders. I felt her biting around my belly button and dipping her tongue in, giving a hint of what was to come.

Sam sat up and brought my knees together. I looked at her, completely in her power now. "Oh, fuck me, please." I purred moving my ass back and forth. Sam smiled and with one hand on my ankles keeping my legs raised and together, she reached beneath me and pulled my panties over my ass, and up, past my thigh, knees, ankles and feet. Taking one ankle in each hand she spread my legs. I put my head back against the ground and thrust my hips forward and back. If she wanted to look at my pussy, I'd give her a show, and I would hope that she wouldn't be able to resist me for too long as I was going out of my fucking mind.

I felt her lips on my left ankle, making their way down the inside of my leg. She reached my knee, my thigh, every step got me hotter. At last I felt her hot breath against my cunt, now aching to be touched. And then, a kiss against my right thigh, knee, ankle.

I opened my eyes, raised my head, and let her know I was out of patience, "Sam, god dammit, you'd better fuck me now!"

Sam laughed and placed my feet back on the ground. She knelt between my knees and pushed my thighs wide apart. She kissed both sides of my pussy, front to back. She bit my ass cheeks and then she parted my lips with her tongue, which she slid inside me and back out, circling my pussy. She licked up to my clit, doing lovely circles there as well, while sucking lightly. Her hands moved from my thighs to my ass, and she pulled me upward. As he sucked and licked me toward a screaming orgasm my hand found her head and I gripped her hair. "Oh, god Sam, oh, lord, yes." I held her tight against me as I came, and came, and came. I was screaming now, neighbors be damned.

Sam was so smooth and gracefull as she continued to fuck me as I came without ever pushing me over the edge. I came longer and harder than I had in years. At last, I lay back, gasping, exhausted.

Sam lay her head on my lower stomach and pet my legs. She was so sweet. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling stoned from being so thoroughly fucked. I had a quick thought that this had better have been as successful an experiment for Sam as it was for me. This was not something I could have once and then do without.

With this thought in mind I decided Sam and I were having a shower. "Sam, come on." I hopped up and taking her hand I practically ran us to the restroom. I ran the water, letting it get warm, and I kissed my beautiful lady lover playfully, rambunctiously, on her lips, face, neck, ears, and shoulders. She laughed and threw her head back. I pushed Sam back against the bathroom door and continued to ravage her, kissing along those amazing curves, sucking at her nipples, feeling her belly and soft pubic hair against my face as I continued my kissing attack. Her laughter turned to "oohs" and "ahs".

"Okay, come on." I pulled her into the shower with me, whipped her around and kissed the back of her neck, down her long spine, biting her tailbone and ass cheeks as I sank to my knees. I grabbed Sam's hips, tilted them forward and kissed her plump pussy; just a quick tease. I stood and turned my roommie around and we locked lips again. I'd gotten her hot, that was clear. Her hands were up and down my back, and she was kissing me like mad while pushing her hips forward. It was her turn to put her hands over her head, where they gripped the top of the shower stall. I sucked at her nipples some more, not part of my plan but I could not resist.

I grabbed the shampoo, and started in on her glorious hair. I lathered her up, massaged her scalp, and grabbed ever opportunity to press my body against her. I kissed her mouth again, as I tilted her head back and rinsed her hair clean.

Next up, soap. I moved her out of the water, and lathered her head to toe. My hands slid over her soapy body. Over her arm pits, over her ribs, over her breasts and belly. I ran my hands up and down her legs. I washed her toes and her feet. I turned her around and washed her ass, sliding my hands between her round firm cheeks, and sliding my finger over her tight little asshole.

I put on the scrubby gloves and did her back thoroughly. She arched and purred. When I felt she was well washed, I took the gloves off and pressed the front of my body against her back. I grabbed her large breasts in my hands and squeezed and caressed. Sliding one hand down her belly I slid my fingers between her pussy lips. She pushed her head back wards, breathing in my ears and I fucked her slowly with my fingers. Her hands settled behind my head and held tight. I gripped back, with one on her throat and the other between her legs. I felt her getting close to cumming and pinched her nipples, one then the other and back again, a little harder with each pinch. I pushed my hips forward, pushing her hips forward, and two fingers held her open while the middle finger continued to slide inside her and then out and around her clitoris. She was even louder than I was. I'd snuck in late several times while she was in our bedroom with the door locked. I'd heard the sweet sounds she made while making love, but she'd never screamed like this. I was inspired, and flattered and hot as god dam hell. I fucked her more and when she turned around and placed her mouth against mine, cumming too hard to really kiss I was only too happy to let her slide her hand between my legs. She finished cumming, clamping her legs shut holding my hand still when she could take no more. She continued fucking me and I was cumming again in no time.

Sam and I went to bed, in her bed, naked and spent most of the night petting each other and smiling. I had not found the perfect girl to experiment with, I had, much to my surprise found a girlfriend.

We moved our beds out and a queen bed in a month later. We opened our toy drawers to each other, shared techniques and went shopping together for more. An old boyfriend of hers came around and we shared him. That was exciting and fun, something we'll do again I'm sure. Sam is the sweetest, most exciting and romantic lover of my life. She is the love of my life. And I'm always so happy to remember what a wonderful start our relationship got off to.

Monday's are alright with me

I don't mind mondays. As long as I make sure to have a good weekend. Sure, I'd rather stay home and write but that's everyday. So, work was fine today. I managed to sneak a bit of working on my blog in durring my lunch break. I won't go as far as writing erotic stories at work, but I was excited as hell to be accepted as an affiliate by Babeland.com, one the BEST sources for sex toys and other fun stuff. So, I of course couldn't wait until I got home to get their big pink banner up on my site. There it is on the right.
I'm working on a couple of new stories so keep checking back. Bye for now,
Is

Candy

This is a fictional piece I wrote inspired by a real affair I had with the father of my old boss. The boss was a real bitch to be honest, but I had sex with her dad, and she just about died when she found out, so it all worked out real nice.
He was the sweetest, most considerate lover, but also the hottest. I loved how comfortable he was with his body, and mine, but I think what I liked the most, as I've tried to capture here, was getting to be viewed as such a treat. I was pure candy to him. Enjoy. Love, Is


He was the perfect gentleman. I'd been working at Junior's, an old fashioned ice cream parlor in the tourist trap part of town known as The Riverside for a couple of months. He came in at least once a week, had a single scoop of chocolate ice cream and always he made me laugh.

His name was Craig. I'd guess his age at about 50. He looked his age, but in all the right ways. He had thick hair, black at one time but now going white. The streaks of white hair from his temples and forehead looked gorgeous, like something a younger man might imitate with some bleach and hair dye. His dark brown eyes always looked just a little bit sad or serious despite his friendly smile and constant joking. Craig was a good looking man over all, keeping in shape by walking a few miles along the river every day, he had the kind of thin muscular body that seems to age the best.

I'd caught Craig looking at me a few times, but only because he didn't know I could watch his reflection in the freezer door. He would never have eyed me up and down blatantly as many of the men who came in did, some right in front of their wives. Getting dressed for work I was surprised and even a little embarrassed to catch myself thinking about Craig, wondering if he'd stop by, if he'd be unable to resist checking out my ass and long legs if I wore the green shorts, or if I'd finally catch him peeking directly if I wore my yellow t-shirt. My breasts are small enough to skip the bra, but when I do, it does not go unnoticed.

I was wearing my long flowy brown skit with a simple white silk tank top and sandals on the day that Craig and I went to the movies.

"Hey ya Shelly." he greeted me as he came through the door. "How's it today?"

"I'm great Craig. How you doing?" our usual exchange, it varied little.

"Fantastic."

"Really? Usually you’re fine, or great, but today it's fantastic eh? What's going on with you?"

"I was listening to the two jackasses on morning radio and I won free tickets to The Palace, for the next year."

The Palace was an old, restored movie theatre right up the street from Junior's. They showed mostly older films, classics.

"So, you're taking me to a movie then?" I hadn't intended to take this step in our friendship, expanding it outside the ice cream parlor. I was just making banter. But Craig didn't bat an eye.

"Sure, absolutely. They've got a new one today, when do you get off?" he asked cheerily.

I realized what was happening, but I felt fine with it. I knew that Craig never took my flirting seriously, assuming I was humoring an old man. He didn't seem to realize what a sexy older man he was. So, it was no big deal to tell him that I was off at two that afternoon.

"Great. They've got a show at 2:30. Would you be alright with heading straight to The Palace after your shift?"

"No, that would be fine." and as I said this, Craig smiled and walked back out the door, without his one scoop of ice cream.

Craig was back at Junior's at two, on the dot to walk me to the theatre. He offered me his arm and I took it, noticing just how fit he was.

The movie turned out to be a film from the thirties called "Ecstasy." As the big winner of the radio promotion Craig was introduced to the manager of the theatre who told us about the picture.

"Ecstasy caused a huge stir when it was released. American audiences were appalled at Hedy Lamarr's nude scene or at least pretended to be. It's quite tame by today's standards of course, innocent even, but it's a great film without the hoopla. You and your girlfriend are in for a treat."

I squeezed Craig's arm as the word girlfriend tumbled out. I was glad that it was a long skirt day, as opposed a short shorts day. We looked more like a real May-December affair rather than a gold digger and her prospect. I was flattered to be thought the girlfriend of such an attractive and charming man.

Ecstasy started ironically enough with a May-December couple's wedding night. The older man carried the stunning Hedy Lamarr over the threshold and then went on to ignore her completely as he went about preparing himself for bed only to fall asleep in a chair leaving his new bride unsatisfied.

The nude scene was indeed innocent. Lamarr's horse running off with her clothes as she takes a quick dip in a lake. Innocent as it may have been it was sexy as can be at the same time. Lamarr is just beautiful and her being caught in the act of running around naked by a young man is a delightful fantasy.

So wrapped up in the film, I wasn't sure how long my hand was on Craig's leg before I realized I'd put it there. My heart quickened, but I decided to be okay with it. Craig certainly didn't seem to mind, and as the film ended it felt quite natural to take his hand as we made our way out of the theater.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Craig offered. I accepted and we discussed the film at a nearby cafe.

"What a great picture. I loved it. I want to see more classic films, to get a stronger sense of film history. What'd you think Craig?"

"It was a good picture. But they got a few things wrong. I think that older man she started with would've been able to show Hedy a much better time than that pup she ended up with."

"Oh yeah?" I asked flirtatiously. Craig blushed. He may not have realized how it would sound before he said it. He excused himself and made his way toward the restroom.

My friends Lilly worked at the coffee shop and rushed over to my table. "Nice Shelly. He is a doll. He has tea here every morning and I just absolutely lust over him. He's so, I don't know, dignified. How'd you get up the nerve to ask him out?"

"I don’t know. It just sort of happened." I wondered if Craig knew he was making the young girls of our town so hot. When he came back to the table Lilly stuck around a moment, despite my not introducing her, my attempt to tell her to beat it. She was awful. She stuck out her ass, and pushed her shoulders together. She even bit her bottom lip while laughing too loudly at Craig's jokes. Finally she went back to making espressos.

"So, you really like ice cream a-lot." I teased.

"No. Not so much. I like pretty girls who serve Ice Cream. I rarely finish the scoop you serve me." I blushed. He continued. "When it comes to sweets, I'm very picky, a connoisseur. I like chocolate, dark, rich chocolate. If you get the good stuff, a small piece is enough. You place it on your tongue and you savor it as it melts. No need to water it down with milk and nuts and too much sugar. No wonder candy bars keep getting bigger. They only hint and tease at the real pleasure."

It was then and there, that I decided I would like to have this man as a lover.
"Craig, let's go for a walk." I suggested.

I took his hand again, flashing Lilly a look as we left the cafe. Having to work by it every day, I'd forgotten just how lovely the river is. Craig knew the trails inside and out, and led me to a perfect clearing off from the water by a few yards.

"This is where I like to sit after my walk. Oddly enough nobody else seems to know about this spot, and I always have it to myself." I wondered how innocent he really was in letting me know that we were somewhere private. Craig was unlike anyone I'd ever had a lover. Obviously he was older, but he was also classy and graceful. I thought about his comment regarding the older man in the film. I was lost in these thoughts when Craig leaned over and kissed my mouth; a firm but brief peck, and then he kept his mouth nearby, waiting for the okay to continue. I kissed him back, and his arms came around me. I lay back and enjoyed being kissed thoroughly. Craig kissed my top lip, and then my bottom. Sucking lightly and appreciating every part of my mouth individually. His tongue slid lightly along the underside of my upper lip and felt his hand slide up my right leg, raising my skirt to mid thigh.

The breeze blowing off the river felt wonderful on the exposed skin of my legs. This lovely man took his time, and I felt absolutely savored. My legs had never felt so long or shapely as they did now under his long strokes. He kissed at my jaw, and my neck. He'd stop kissing, raised himself up and just looked at me; drinking me in. I felt sexy and increasingly turned as his eyes caressed my every curve.

His hand found my ribs, and I felt like a curvey Hedy Lamarr type beauty as strong firm strokes stretched along my side, from my ribs to my waist to my hips and back up again. When his hand at last found its way to my belly, his mouth now kissing along my collarbone and shoulders, I was feeling like candy, like chocolate, being indulged in and savored by a connoisseur.

My patient lover lifted my shirt and kissed my belly, my belly button, my ribs. He pushed my shirt higher and kissed along the bottoms of my breasts. I put my hands above my head. If they had their way they would hurry him along, as I was dying to be made love to right then and there. No, my hands would be kept safely away; I was going let this chocolate melt slowly.

Craig kissed each of my nipples. I could hear his breathing growing heavy and I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh. He took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked gently while cupping my right breast in his hand. Again, he raised himself and looked at me. I squirmed and couldn't help but stare back with heavy lids, bedroom eyes. His gaze made its way from my face to my toes, and slowly back again. Then he kissed my mouth. He kissed my chin. He kissed my neck. He slowly kissed every part of me that had grabbed his attention, and I'd really gotten his attention. He lowered the top of my skirt slightly to kiss my hips. and lower belly. He raised the bottom of my skirt to kiss my thighs, my knees, my ankles, the tops of my feet.

He kissed his way back up my legs, and he lowered my panties, slowly, slowly, down my legs which now felt a mile long. He gently lifted my feet and my panties were off. He parted my legs and he kissed my inner thighs. He kissed my lower belly. He kissed on both sides of my now warm and swollen sex. He squeezed my lips together softly and kissed my pussy. Still squeezing me closed, he ran his tongue along my slit. He relaxed his hold on me and ran his tongue along me again. My hips pushed up at him as his tongue ran over my clit. He gripped my thighs and he kissed, sucked on, licked and explored every inch of my sex. I slowly rocked my hips up and down, my hands finding the top of his head, my fingers running through that thick hair. My legs came together, my thighs resting against his ears as I came closer to cumming. He clutched my hips and his tongue slid inside me, then up to my clit, than back down inside me again, over and over. I was moaning and writhing as I started to cum. He pressed his tongue firmly against my clit, moving back and forth just enough to keep me cumming long and hard. My back was arched so that only my feet, ass and shoulders were in contact with ground. My hands held his head against me. I came so intensley and for so long that the muscles in my stomach ached when I was done.

I set my head back down and Craig again pushed my lips together and kissed my pussy one more time. I shivered in delight. He lay next to me raised up on one elbow and ran his hand the length of me. My hand, at my side, found his hard cock pushing against his pants and I squeezed. He had a nice sized penis and he was hard as a rock.

“I assume you live nearby.” I said suggestively squeezing again.

“I do.” And that was enough said. He helped me up. I stuffed my panties in my purse and tied my skirt high on my thighs enjoying the cool air against my hot and wet pussy. As long as we were along the river in relative privacy, Craig's hand felt my ass and hips as I walked. I added a little extra swish and strut and sneaking a glance I could make out the shape of his still hard cock straining to be freed.

We arrived at a small town house. He poured us each a glass of wine and led the way up stairs to his bedroom. I sat on his bed and sipped my wine while he dug through a collection of records, settling on The Nat King Cole Trio. He walked to me and as he took his own glass off of the night stand I lifted his shirt, untucked his undershirt and kissed his stomach. I slid forward on the bed, pressing the front of my body against him. I bit gently at his ribs and ran my hands up and down his sides. His erection returned and pressed against my breast. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled downward on his zipper.

Craig's hands pet along my shoulders, my neck and up into my hair. He did not pull me towards him nor did he ever make me feel like he was holding me in place. I was able to take my time with him, as he had with me. I felt his hard cock through his white briefs; such a nice solid shaft. I squeezed his balls lightly and his hips pushed forward. Reaching into Craig’s underpants, I grabbed a hold of his hard on and stroked him. I kissed his stomach some more. I then kissed the tip of his cock. I circled my tongue around the head.

My lover's breathing let me know he was getting hotter, but he continued to enjoy what I gave, never pushing forward. I licked the bottom of his shaft from his balls to the head and back and I heard him moan in pleasure. I kissed his inner most thighs on either side of his balls as my hands explored his firm ass. Craig was patient, but I could wait no longer. I took his cock into my mouth, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other cupping his testicles.

I sucked his cock. I licked his cock. I kissed his cock. I enjoyed giving head more than I ever had as I was allowed to play and pose and try new things. Never did he make a request, or try to take over. He’d had his turn, having his way with me by the river and now it was mine. I discovered that Craig responded strongly to having his balls squeezed, caressed and kissed. I was cupping his balls, my fingers stroking the back of them when I sensed him getting ready to cum. I took his cock from my mouth, gripping it firmly.

I spotted a bottle of massage oil on the night stand. I lifted my tank top over my head, and purred as my lover ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing each nipple in turn. He took off his shirts, and he did have a lovely body; trim and muscular, long and lanky. Continuing to grip his cock with one hand I poured the oil over the head with the other. I stroked his dick slowly until he was right on the edge of cumming. I applied the oil to my chest. Laying back, I pulled his cock, pulling him up on to the bed with me. He slid his cock between my breasts which I pushed together. With my small breasts pushed up on either side of his erection and my fingers lacing together over the top I gave him a soft, tight hole to fuck.

Craig stared at me as he thrust his cock forward and back, titty fucking me. I felt so sexy and beautiful, loving his gaze on me. I was growing wet again. I took his hands, and guided them to hold my breasts together. I kept one hand over his cock pressing him between my breasts and I my other hand I reached between my legs. Looking at each other was delightful. I could tell he was close to cumming and as I pumped my hips in time with his I knew I was as well. I slid my fingers over my slick cunt, up and down, sliding just the tip of my finger inside me. When I felt his warm cum roll over my chest and throat and heard his loud deep moaning, I started to cum. I had a quick but intense orgasm.

We took a moment to catch our breath and we laughed. This was a first. Laughing together after sex seemed so appropriate, so perfect. He excused himself and returned with a warm rag. He sweetly and gently wiped his cum from my chest and throat. When he walked away from the bed to put the washcloth in it’s place I stood, pushing down my skirt and pulling on my tank top. He turned and watched my intently. Again I was appreciated from head to toe. I felt gorgeous, sexy and absolutely adored by Craig as I stuck my ass out just so, straightened my knees, and otherwise put on a show as I got dressed under his adoring gaze.

“I need to get home.” I spoke, my voice coming out soft and breathy as I continued to enjoy a post orgasm high.

“Let me walk you home.” Craig offered.

“No, that’s alright.” I answered. “I’ll enjoy the stroll home. I’ll see you next week. Do you know what’s playing?”

"They're showing 'And God Created Women', a very sexy Brigitte Bardot flick."

“Sounds great, I’ll see you then.” I would enjoy my week, knowing that on our next meeting I would have that lovely cock inside of me, filling me up and making me scream. Leaving my panties in my purse I walked home, holding my skirt up around my knees, enjoying a cool spring breeze.

And so Craig became my lover. Once a week, we'd watch a film, have coffee, always served by the deliciously jealous Lilly and we'd go to our spot on the river. It was understood that neither of us were looking for more. He was right about older men having plenty to teach. He touched me with such patience, skill, and absolute appreciation. He was my teacher in many ways, and I was his candy.

Asking a Favor

I will have a new story up soon. I'm working on one called Candy, about the delightful experience of being pure candy to a gorgeous older man, who made me feel like the hottest, sexiest, creature on earth as I indulged his every fantasy.

In the meanwhile, I'm doing well with Literotica. They've accepted three of my stories now. You can really help me out by going to the site, and commenting on and/or scoring my stories. They might be ones you've read, so just skip to the bottom to respond. Or you might find one there that you haven't read yet.

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A Fast Post

Hi. Brian got home from camping and I had him read Cinco De Mayo. He's met Rocio and he knew right away the story was true. I'm getting some praise on the literotica.com site, but none as flattering as the bulge that grew in Brian's pants as he read the story.

I had my hand on that bulge as we shopped my store, wanting to find some items to order and then review here on the site. I'll tell you more about that tomorrow.

For now I'm exhausted from a LONG weekend and lots of sex. Maybe there IS a such thing as too much. I certainly aim to find out. Bye for now,
Is

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All The Stories

What does it mean to be a writer of erotic fiction? It means thinking about sex ALL the time and being constantly horny. I may have to take a break soon. But for now my fingers, vibrator, boyfriend and lucky others are holding up. Here are all the stories on this blog, starting with the most recent. Enjoy, and please do leave comments.

The Party Brian and I arrive at the party in no time, but it's not long before he's swept away by a tall gorgeous dominatrix, and I'm in a hot tub making out with two girls, best friends even, in matching wigs. All this before the two well endowed German boys even show up! Oh my!

Happy New Year Adventures in public sex. A quick fuck in the courtyard of a church starts things off, but it goes so much further and more public as the story continues. Lots of sex in this one, and plenty of fun.

Date Night Samantha surprises her roommate Cheryl with dinner and a proposition that would make sharing an apartment so much more than just economical. Two very hot lesbian sex scenes included free with admission.

Candy Shelly expects to show an older man the time of his life, and does, but gets quite a thrill in the bargain. He gets her off by the river and she returns the favor at his place. Will they meet again? Of course they will.

Cinco De Mayo Rocio is wearing her seatbelt, eyes on the road. I take advantage of the situation to explore her body with my horny hands until at last she must pull over and let me get her off proper.

The Workshop Rebecca gets the fuck of her life when her and her husband discover their neighbor makes sex toys, big and small, in his garage. Product tester has never before been such a great job title.

Blowjob Alarm Clock He's such a sweet man. I decide to help him start his day right.

A Clean Break Our nameless heroine is sick of her asshole boyfriend. Can dressing up like a whore and letting him fuck her in the ass be the right way to get rid of him once and for all? It's certainly worth a try.

My Space Fantasizing at work while flirting on myspace.com results in a fast and furious public restroom masterbation session. Be my myspace pal, and please, flirt.

A Show Part One
A Show Part Two My beautiful man decides two cocks are better than one and brings his new friend to help fuck me oh so thoroughly.
Warning. If two men kissing a bit and stroking each other off will freak you out, only read up to the part where I cum after taking both cocks in me at once... and also, get over it, it's hot as fuck.