Yukon Band B

Carl and Juan stood out side the west end bathroom and waited for Troy to finish his shower. “We are going to need a set of clean clothes for him,” Carl told Juan as Bruce came walking up the hall. “I think you are closest to his size, think you could spare a pair of old jeans and a shirt?”
“Sure thing amigo, I’ll be right back,” he said as Bruce approached them, “What’s up … Fucker.” He spat at Bruce as he took off down the hall.
Bruce smirked as he gave him the finger, wanting to smack him hard up side the head. “Hey Carl, the asshole needs an ass whooping.” He said as he held up the ropes, “Maybe I’ll tie these fuckers around his neck.” He chucked as he passed Carl in the hall.
“He’s just fucking with you, I think you two need to get married.” He let out a chuckle as he slapped him lightly on the back when he passed by.
“You’re a funny man Carl; let me think about that … oh … ha ha.” He mumbled as he turned in the far door to the left.
Carl leaned against the wall as he waited patiently as he heard the water turn off. Juan turned up the hall with the clothes and handed them to him “Here you go amigo, it an’t much but what’s the fucker gonna do, an’t like he’s got a choice.”
“Thanks amigo, I think Bruce and I can handle this. You have a date as I recall.” He winked at Juan as he took the items from him.
“Oh yeah, I can’t break a promise … might break her little heart.” He took off down the hall and skipped down the spiral stairs.
Carl opened the door as Troy quickly covered his body with the towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Here, put these on, then we’ll get you situated. Just knock when you’re ready.” He tossed the clothes on the floor and shut the door.
Carl peeked around the corner of the doorway leading into the bedroom, “Hey, get out here and give me a hand, just incase.”
Bruce was just finishing with the ropes as he tied the last piece to the steel bed frame. “Be right there dude, just getting this shit ready for him.”
The two men waited for the signal as the anticipated the worst. The light rapping on the door came as Carl opened the door. Troy stood there calmly as he waited for a sign of what they wanted. Carl motioned for him to exit the bathroom as he entered the hall. Both men each took an arm as they ushered him to the bedroom door. They placed him on the bed as they tied his limbs to the four ropes and double check them as a precaution. “There, it’s better than that fucking cellar, don’t you think?” Carl said as the two men breathed a sigh of relief; that went easier than either had expected.
“I’d like to see my wife, if you don’t mind.” Troy muttered as he held his tongue, desperately trying not to say how he felt inside.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to be available for quit some time. If you’re hungry or thirsty, I can get you something.” Carl said as he pulled the straps loose that held the white transparent drapes open allowing them to fall and close off the window pane.
“I’ll wait for Sandra, I’m fine right now.” Troy grumbled with an annoyed voice.
“Suit yourself, it might be a while.” Carl said as he headed for the doorway as Bruce followed. They strolled out the door and pulled it closed.
“That fucker is clueless, his old ladies out here fucking us silly, and he thinks we are the assholes.” They both laughed as they headed down the circling stairs.
Juan walked down the hall as he entered Sandra’s room. She was sitting at a small table as she applied eye liner to her beautiful green eyes. She turned to see him smiling at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. His physique enticed her vision as he unfastened his jeans as they fell to the floor.
“Hey amiga … I’m here for our date, just like I promised.” Juan said as he walked over to her. “And I got something for you, something I know you’ll like too.”
Sandra turned toward her visitor as she opened her legs, offering him a view of what he wanted. “Come over here and let’s just see what you got.” She said as he stood in front of her. She took the waist band of his boxers and slowly tugged them to his knees and let them drop to his feet. “Oh my … that’s impressive.” She said as she took his hardening member in her hands.
His cock was light brown and swelled as she stroked the shaft while she cupped his balls. She placed the head in her mouth as she sucked on the large knob. His cock grew to full length; she slid a few inches of it in her mouth as the head touched the entrance to her throat. He moaned as she stopped for a second and then allowed it to slide down her throat as she took all eleven inches in her mouth and pulled back off. She slowly guided the massive pole in and out as she deep throated him as he placed his hands on the top of her head.
He pulled away and lifted her by the arms and picked her up. He carried her to the bed and set her gingerly on the sheet. He crawled up between her legs and sucked her nipple in her mouth as he rolled it across his teeth and slightly nibble on the sensitive flesh. Sandra reached between them and took his cock in her hand as she guided him to her entrance.
“Take me … fuck me with that big dick, give it to me hard.” She said as the head popped inside her and several inches sank into her. She bit down and tensed as he shoved hard, planting all but a few inches deep in her pussy.
“You like it rough baby?” he said as she winched, “That’s not a problem.” He pushed the remaining three inches inside her as she gasped.
“Oh shit … your fucking huge, wait a minuet … let me get …” she tried to say something, but Juan had other ideas. He pulled several inches of his cock out and plowed deep inside her again as his hips met hers.
“Mother fucker … aah shit!” she cried out as he started to fuck her with long hard strokes. “Oh … oh … oh!”
“Yeah … you like my big dick amiga? I’ll fuck you good and hard if you say you like it.” He whispered to her.
“Oh … yes, I like … your big …. Cock.” She whispered back, encouraging him to fuck her as hard as he wanted.
Juan heaved in and out of her, pounding her violently as Sandra locked her legs behind his back, allowing him to go even deeper inside her womb. Her arms stretched out to her sides as she gripped the sheet with both hands as she whimpered. Juan noticed tears filling her eyes as he pounded her relentlessly.
“Fuck me harder … and faster …. Fuck me you mother fucker!” She spat at him while her tears streamed from her eyes, as she gripped the sheet tighter. Her body tensed as she started to tremble, her mouth opened wide as she let out a deep hollow moan as she tossed her head side to side. “Oh god … I’m coming … Oh Shit, fuck me harder!” She begged him as she felt her pussy squeezed his cock as she came.
Juan felt his sides tighten as he forced his cock in and out of her, never before fucking a woman this hard and rough. His face tensed as he hammered her hips with his. He knew he was almost there as he felt his balls pull up and squeeze. “I’m going to come inside your pussy,” he told her, not asking, “Get ready bitch, your going to take my seed in your pussy.” He pounded her harder.
Juan tensed as he felt his cock convulse, shooting his cum deep in her womb, he sank in as far as he could as the second jerk sent his sperm deeper, as Sandra felt the warm semen seep deep inside her. Her face flushed red as her orgasm intensified as she screamed out loud, “Oh Sh … Sh … Shit!” As she felt his cock swell again, his tempered fluid surged deep within her passage.
Sandra wrapped her arms around him as her legs held him deep inside her as she felt her climax fade away. She pulled his face to hers as she kissed him deeply, running her hands through his black curly hair, as she dove her tongue deep in his mouth.
When Sandra released her grip on Juan, he rolled off her as he caught his breath. Sweat rolled off his chest and forehead as he remained still for a brief period. Sandra snuggled next to him as she ran her fingers over his muscular chest and down his tight abdomen. “Thank you; that was the best fuck I have ever had.” She said as her hand gripped his cock and squeezed. “You need to come see me tonight, after the party.”
“No Problem amiga, sounds like we have another date then.” he said as he rolled off the bed and stood over her.
She scooted toward him and took his cock back in her hands, “Let me taste you before you go.” She said as she placed her mouth to his softened member and sucked him into her mouth. She slid her mouth back and forth as she sucked his cock clean. She released him as he popped from her mouth. “Maybe I’ll let you force that monster down my throat tonight.” She smiled at him as she winked.
“That … would be impressive.” He said with a smile as he began gathering his clothes and redressed. “I’ll see you tonight my little slut.” He remarked as he opened the door and walked out.
Juan notice Carl and Bruce climbing the stairs as he opened the door to his room. He waited until they proceeded up the hall, “You going to see our little friend?”
“Yeah, we wanted to get to her before the party, Sounds like Tom is going to let some of the clients have her tonight.” Carl said while the passed his door, “He said he just fucked her in the kitchen while we were taking care of her old man.”
“Well, I hate to tell you, I just tapped that pussy hard, I’m afraid she’s a little stretched out right now, sorry amigos.” Juan bragged as he gripped his crotch and shook it.
“Shit dude, you ant shit, you just dreamin like you got something.” Bruce said, trying to agitate him, as he laughed.
“Just ask that puta, she’ll tell you who’s got the package amigo.” Juan laughed as he closed his door.
“You two need to seriously kiss and make up!” Carl said as he opened Sandra’s door.
The two men walked in as Sandra lay with her legs spread wide, wiping her slit with several tissues. “Well I guess I’m the popular one today.” She said as she stroked the thin napkins up and down her shaved pussy.
“You up for some more fun baby?” Carl asked as she tossed the tissues on the bed.
“I’m always up for some fun, what kind of fun you two looking for?” She smiled and she leaned back on her hands as the men watched the white cream seep from her pussy.
Carl and Bruce started to remove their cloths, “You ever had a cock up your ass?” Bruce asked as his shorts hit the floor with his jeans.
“Yeah, a few times, but he’s a lot smaller than you two.” She confessed.
“So … you game to try one in your ass and one in your mouth at the same time? Bruce proposed as the two naked men gathered on the bed next to her.
“Oh hell, that sounds like fun, who’s the lucky one then?” she rolled over on her hands and knees.
Carl crawled over and straddled her head as Bruce climbed between her legs. She took Carl’s hard cock and started sucking on his thick head as Bruce placed his cock to her pussy and slid in. “Damn girl, you are fucking loose.” He said as he pulled out and thick gobs of semen dripped off his cock. He placed the slimy head to her ass and wiped the goop on her tiny brown hole. He pressed his thumb to her entrance and eased it in. She groaned as he moved it in and out. Carl took her head in his hands and guided her up and down his shaft as she easily took him completely. Bruce pulled his thumb from her ass and placed his slippery cock to her bung hole and leaned forward. Sandra whimpered as the head of his cock invaded her ass. Carl forced her head faster as Bruce sank his cock deep in her bowels. She grunted as he started to fuck her ass as Carl bounced her head up and down his pole. Bruce soon quickened his rhythm as he gripped her hips tightly as he thrust deep inside her. The two men looked at each other as they smiled, gloating as they used her holes for their pleasure as she whimpered with each thrust. Sandra moved her hand to her mound as she fingered her pussy as they fucked her. She let out a long high pitched squeal as she shuttered. She was coming as they brutally fucked her holes.
“What a fucking slut!” Bruce badgered her, “Cum you fucking whore, only a REAL fucking slut comes like that when you fuck her in the ass!” He drove his cock hard up her ass and pressed firmly as he ground his cock deeper in her ass. “Take that you fucking whore, I just love fucking a slut like you!” He pulled his cock out and shoved it back in, as he fucked her ass harder. Sandra whimpered loudly as she fingered her pussy rapidly. Her body shivered as his vulgar comments heightened her orgasm. Carl was the first to ejaculate as he pulled her head up and came in her mouth. Her cheeks expanded as his sperm filled her mouth, this made her cum again. She swallowed as she shuttered, with her fingers still fucking her pussy as Carl filled her mouth again. She swallowed a second time as she felt sperm trickle out of the corners of her mouth. As Carl pulled out and slid from under her, Bruce pushed her head to the mattress. He pounded her ass hard as he sensed his own orgasm nearing. He pumped a few more times and buried his cock deep in her ass as he tensed. Sandra felt the balmy semen drench her bowels as his cock pulsed in her ass. “You fucking whore!” he said as he felt his cock twitch as he came inside her.
Bruce dismounted her as he wiped his cock on her ass cheeks. “Turn around whore!” He demanded. Sandra slowly turned toward him as his dripping cock faced her. Bruce took his dropping member and pointed it at her, “Suck it you fucking slut!” Sandra opened her mouth as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean as she milked it dry. “That’s a good whore, you are one nasty fucking bitch!” he said as he stepped off the bed and pulled his clothes on.
Sandra looked over at Carl and smiled, “He has no fucking idea what a slut I can be.” Bruce laughed at the remark as he started to walk out of the room.
“Can you make a couple sandwiches for her old man, we need to get him something to eat, just leave them on the counter and I’ll take care of him.” Carl requested the favor of Bruce, as he nodded his head and opened the door and left.
Carl sat on the bed as Sandra rolled onto her back, sliding up to rest on the pillows stacked against the head board. She pulled several tissues from a box as she wiped the sticky residue from her mouth. As she brought the napkins between her legs, she cleaned the fluid seeping from her ass and pussy. “I need another shower.”
“I have to say, that was incredible.” Carl said as he gazed at her open slit, “You are so sexy, and the things you do …” He shook his head “I would have never thought you were … so … kinky.” Carl searched for the proper words.
“I’m not usually like this, I keep wondering when this dream is going to end,” She wiped more cream from between her legs, “It’s like I have no control, like something is telling me to let go, do what ever is asked.” Sandra looked at Carl and smiled, “Don’t you like it, don’t you enjoy the things I do?”
Carl chucked, “Honey, that has never been the question, I want to marry you!” he said as he lifted himself from the bed, “You have one hell of a body, and you fuck like a whore, I’m just trying to figure out why you’re doing this.”
“Well … when you figure that out, please … let me know.” She tossed the soaked tissues to the floor, “Do I get that shower?”
“Sure, but first we need to go see your husband.” He said as he helped her from the bed.
Juan admired his muscular frame as he studied his costume in the mirror above the dresser. The snug tights accented his endowment as they hugged his hips. The sleeveless garment that wrapped around his chest fit loosely with a thick leather belt that wrapped around his waist. He accented the outfit with a long bladed sword with a sterling silver handle that had spiraling gold strands encasing the shinny grip. He placed the skull and crossbones bandana over his head as he took one last look, seeming satisfied with his choice of attire. As he entered the hall, he heard the echoes of Sandra’s moans bellowing through the corridor. He smiled to himself as he envisioned her perfect body as she allowed him to brutally fuck her. He shook his head and tuned toward the stairs.
He walked through the living room and entered the kitchen, as he pulled a beer from the refrigerator. As he twisted off the metal top, he heard an unexpected sound. He looked at the wooden door that led to the cellar. Again he heard a thud and a jingle from the empty basement. He placed the bottle on the center island as he walked to the door and opened it. He peered down the dimly lit stairs as he listened for the abnormal noises. Silence beckoned him to investigate the odd situation.
“Tom?” His voice ricocheted through the vacant crypt with nothing retuning. He crept down the weak declining steps as he scanned the unoccupied area. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he turned his head side to side searching for the justification of the strange ruckus. He lurked into each chamber of the darkened cellar as he encircled the dwelling. “I must be fucking crazy.” He thought as he approached the stairs. Just as he neared the center of the steps, he noticed something below his feet. Something glowed faintly as a mist of swirls rippled through the air under the steps. He peered hard as he felt a chill shiver up his spin. A face appeared in the vapor as a dense fog surrounded his feet. He felt a tight squeeze around his ankles as he pulled firmly against the force. He tugged harder as his feet appeared to be fasted to the wooden step. He gripped the railing on his right as the ghostly figure materialized before him. He felt a fierce blow impact his chest that sent him backwards as his hand ripped from the banister. He surged backwards as the grip on his ankle turned loose. He felt a numbness seize his body as his head cracked when it hit the wooden step. His feet toppled over his torso as his awareness faded. He felt his thoughts disappear as he landed with a heavy thud at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes remained open as he gasped for a breath that never came. His eyes froze in place as the life escaped his body, leaving his still corpse sprawled at the foot of the stairs.
Carl walked out of the room as Sandra followed him into his room. He pulled a shirt from the closet, “Here, put this on and I’ll take you to your old man.” He offered the shirt to her.
“I can wait, I feel quit comfortable like this.” She replied as she took the shirt and placed it over his shoulder and turned toward the door as he followed.
Carl couldn’t help but stare at her naked ass as she strolled down the stairs and through the living room as they entered the kitchen. Bruce was finishing with the second sandwich as Sandra walked in.
“I’d like to see you walk in your old mans room like that, show him what a slut you really are.” He said as he handed the plate to her.
“Maybe I will, maybe I’ll tell him you just fucked his wife up the ass.” She took the plate from him and smiled, “Maybe I should let you fuck me again … right now; and then I can bend over and show him what a slut I really am.”
Bruce laughed, “You are fucking unbelievable.”
Carl pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator as he led Sandra through the library and up the spiral stairs as they approached the last door on the left. He took the plate from her as she pulled the shirt from his shoulder and placed it over her shoulders and buttoned it.
Carl handed the plate back to Sandra as he opened the door. He followed her in the room as she sat on the edge of the bed and Carl placed the water on top of the night stand and took a seat in a large chair in the corner of the room. “Hey baby.” Sandra spoke as she set the plate on the bed and sat next to her husband and leaned over to kiss him.
“Hey Sandra, it’s so good to see you baby.” They kissed again.

Holden had become accustomed to being the woman of the house. He had always been very neat and clean, and didn’t mind cleaning the house for his wife. It was a Friday night, and he was already in his maid outfit and feeling like Holly, his alter ego. The outfit had frilly lace edges and white stockings with black heels that were now 4″ high. Tricia came home and through the front door, dinner was still cooking and had some time left before it was ready.
“I’m home” Tricia said, entering the door and yelling, not knowing where her husband was.
“In the kitchen,” Holly yelled back.
“Just where I expected” Tricia said to herself. She walked into the kitchen and saw her Holly, dolled up and looking like the perfect French Maid. She was always amazed coming home at how much he looked like a woman, and a very attractive one at that. She kissed her on the mouth and asked “How much longer for dinner?”
Holly kissed her again, pushing her against the counter “We have about 15 minutes or so.” They kissed again, his tongue forcing its way inside of her mouth, their arms wrapping around each other as she moved her way up to sitting on the counter. Her skirt slid up easily over her hips as her legs wrapped around Holly’s body, and she moved between them.
Tricia could feel the bulge against her “Looks like someone came untucked” she stopped, pushing him away. “Fix it” she ordered as she slid back down off the counter. Holly was doing just that as Tricia moved against the counter, bending over it and spreading her legs, perched on top of very high heels. She lifted her skirt up so that her partner could tell that she was wearing no panties. She moved her ass back and forth, shaking it for him. “I guess you can forget about those panties now.” Tricia said just as Holly was finished getting tucked back in. Her panties dropped to the floor and she stepped her 4″ heels over them, moving toward her wife, coming up behind her and grabbing her hips as he put the end of his cock against her pussy, feeling the juices drip down onto the head. As he pushed it in Tricia began moaning immediately. “I was fingering myself on the way home thinking about you doing this to me,” she said breathlessly as Holly pushed all of it inside of her, pushing her body against the counter roughly.
Tricia began moaning even louder as the rhythm increased, Holly had increased the tempo and force, and Tricia was taking every inch and loving it, her hands grabbing the other side of the counter as she kept moaning and moaning. Holly moved her hand up Tricia’s back and neck, finally grabbing her by the hair and pulling back, hard. Tricia screamed loudly as her head was flung back forcefully, her mouth now agape and shouting out groans and moans as her pussy was finally being used how she had been imagining the entire drive home from work. Holly kept thrusting inside of her, and they were both reaching their climax, Tricia came first, her body convulsing, stiffening completely before spasming in release, before laying on the counter spent and unable to do anything except for moan as Holly kept thrusting, finally cumming inside of her pussy, shooting load after load inside of her. Then she was over on top of Tricia, also spent and trying to regain her energy.
“Get down there and lick it up,” Tricia yelled at Holly. Holly obediently stood up and then dropped down to her knees, her mouth down between Tricia’s thighs as her tongue moved up to the recently fucked pussy. It slid between her two lips, and he began tasting his own cum slide down her pussy and onto his tongue. He greedily lapped it up, cleaning her completely from the recent fucking she had just received. At that moment the timer for the oven went off, and Holly got up to get dinner ready as Tricia had finally recovered enough to get herself to the table just as dinner was ready.
That night they received their monthly e-mail from Shawn, the Leader of the swinging group they had joined a few months before. They were having a yearly fundraiser but it didn’t mention the method in how the donations would be made, it just gave a date and a time. “The meetings are always so secretive,” Tricia said, shaking her head a bit “but that does make them a lot more fun.” Her and Holden both smiled, and then another e-mail from Shawn popped up with the subject line: Help needed. The e-mail was addressed to Holden and read simply:
I need help with the fundraiser, the plan is to have a few guys, girls, and gurls like Holly be, for lack of a better word “whores” who will be with other members who will pay a pre-determined fee. The fee will go to the donation fund, and any tip they give you you are allowed to keep. We wouldn’t ask you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but we have gotten a few requests about Holly, and think you would really help us. Please let me know ASAP either way.

Physically yours,
Shawn Horvath
Holden and Tricia both looked at each other afterward, thinking about the possibilities involved with doing that at a party. “There have been requests for me?” Holden thought “I wonder who those people would be.” After her performance in front of everyone she got a lot of compliments, and was up front to her admirers about her secret, and while a few were turned off, there were a few who already knew, and some that it turned on even more. Holden looked at Tricia intently “I want to do it.”
Tricia was a little surprised at that response, mainly at how quickly the decision was made. “To be honest I was hoping you would, the thought of you being a whore at a party like that really does turn me on. Although I guess any money you make will be negated by my spending.” They both laughed and replied to the e-mail that Holly was most definitely accepting his invitation. They almost instantly got a response from Shawn:
Thank you so much for accepting the invitation to work the party. Here is a list of the things that will be on the menu as offered by you. Let me know which ones you are not willing to do, also there are a few costumes ideas, let me know which you can take get your hands on.

Acts:
Kiss - $1
Handjob -$25
Blowjob - $75 (Additional $25 to swallow)
Sex (giving) -$125
Sex (receive)-$150

Sessions:
$250 per hour (”Vanilla”)
More detailed session prices will be negotiated, also prices are subject to change based on demand, all changes will be made by me, Shawn Horvath.
Holden and Tricia both looked up and down the list at the prices and things he may be doing and he found himself very turned on. “I had no clue that fucking Holly’s pussy was worth $150,” Tricia said, “Good thing I don’t have to pay that fee every night.” They both laughed.
“I can’t think of anything on there I wouldn’t do, but what costume do you think I should wear?” Holden asked his wife, they had accumulated a decent sized collection in their time together.
“I think you look sexiest in your maid outfit, and you’re the most passable in it. I realize everyone knows, but I think it’s still a good idea to try and act like they don’t.”
“That’s what I was thinking, and it bring up an entire ’servant’ mindest for both parties. With that she e-mailed Shawn back saying the list was fine, and that she would show up dressed as a maid. His reply was simply “thank you, please show up an hour before the party is scheduled to start so you can get dressed and we can go over evWherything in detail.”
When the day arrived Holden arrived at the house with plenty of time to spare. He was greeted with a hug at the door by Shawn and his wife, Karen.
“How are you today Holly?” Karen asked as Shawn was called back into the house.
“I’m good, a little nervous, but also very excited” he replied, holding the maid outfit and a little bag containing everything he needed to get dolled up.
“I love that feeling, I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it tonight,” she grabbed his hand and started leading him inside and upstairs “here is the same changing room you had last time. I know that Shawn mentioned in his e-mail that you had a few admirers, and I want you to know that I am one of those, so be sure to make some time for me tonight.” With that she kissed him, wrapping her arms around him, moving her body slightly back and forth, rubbing against his. By the time Holden had gotten fully into it, she stopped and pulled away “sorry, but I have to get ready also, I’m going to be ‘on call’ for a few hours tonight.” She blew him a kiss, and left the room closing the door as she did.
Holden went into the room, and Holly came out of it. Bringing all his clothes and his bag back downstairs (minus a few essentials), where they would be stored, all the rooms would be available for play tonight, they were expecting a huge turnout. His maid outfit consisted of a lacy black dress that barely covered his ass, black stockings and heels, black lace panties and bra. He decided to go as a brunette and put on a bit more make up than he usually would. He saw Shawn downstairs as well as a few of the other girls, all dolled up and dressed so sexy. There was a nurse, schoolgirl, vampire, witch, almost any costume you could think of was on one of the other girls. Holly sat down on an empty couch as all the girls were chit-chatting, comparing costumes and gossiping.
Shawn moved into the middle of the room, getting all the girl’s attention. “Thank you very much for volunteering to be the most important part of the night, we will be sending all the money to charity, beside your tips. We want everyone to have a good time so we have bowls full of condoms in every room with a few different sizes in each. We will use the living room area and all the rooms upstairs, this party is going to stay inside. You all look incredibly sexy tonight, and I have cards for you all.” At that point Shawn started passing out lanyards that had cards on them with little pouches.”This is for a quick price reference for you, and a place to put the cash, which is all we are accepting tonight. I realize that this is a fun club and not your actual profession, but please do remember to collect the money, no one should be trying to not pay, but it may happen, I’ll be looking around down here, and if anyone wants to pay for a set time period you should go upstairs, I’ll have someone keeping track at the stairs.” As he finished his sentence the doorbell rang and a few guests had already arrived and Karen was showing them in.
Holly was really nervous as she stood up and started mingling around. She knew all the members already, and there were a few new people there who were obviously nervous. She went to go and get a drink at the bar when he felt a tap at his shoulder. He turned around and saw Mark, a man who he had talked to at the parties, and they had played at the last one. He was very tall, around 6′4″, but was lean and muscular. He had brown hair with dark brown eyes that looked directly into hers as he greeted her. “Hello there Holly, let me get that for you” he went behind the bar and mixed her a drink.
“Thank you Mark,” she responded, and they talked through about two drinks for each.
“You look amazing as a maid, I was wondering what your rates are?”
Emboldened by the alcohol running through her system Holly replied “How about you come closer so you can read for yoruself?”
Mark took her up on the offer, moving next to her, their bodies touching. Both of them were turned on, Holly was straining tucked, and Mark’s was on display, but now was burying itself against Holly’s thigh. She could feel his hardness against her, and remembered when they played at the last meeting. He continued to look at the list, and then went to his pocket and produced a $100 bill, and a $1 bill. Holly was nervous, and reached for the money, Mark used this opportunity to grab her, their lips meeting as his hands wrapped around her body. Their lips continued to meet and his tongue moved into her mouth, and she instinctively pushed hers forward to match it. They continued like this for a few seconds, Mark breaking the kiss but still holding her hand as he found a chair and sat down.
He held out the $100 bill and Holly grabbed it “Thank you for paying for my services.” She said, dropping to her knees in front of him, he was already undoing his belt so Holly waited, looking him in the eye and licking her lips. He finally got his cock free and it sprang up fully hard at around 8″. Holly looked at it and then began to kiss the underside, her hands on his thighs and her red lips leaving some of her lipstick on his shaft. She then licked up it and Mark was in heaven, looking up and breathing, waiting for her to take him fully into her mouth. When she finally did he let out a very loud sigh that turned into moaning as her lips went all the way down, meeting his trimmed pubic hair after only a few times up and down. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers running through her brunette wig as her speed increased. She used her hand to stabilize his cock and began stroking it as she concentrated on the head, using her tongue all over it and kissing it. Finally Mark couldn’t take it any more, and his head flew back and he began to cum. Holly felt the first squirt hit the top of her throat and then she pushed her head further down onto the shaft to make sure she got every last drop. Once he was spent she licked up and down again, getting all of it, looking into his eyes she said “Thank you very much.”
As she started getting up from kneeling she noticed all the people watching her, she was a bit taken by the crowd, but she just smiled and walked out of the room. As she was making her way around Shawn stopped her.
“You’ve gotten quite a few fans after that show, I think that your price should go up a little bit,” he said, then turning to the crowd “A blowjob from this little whore is now $125, and an extra $25 to swallow.” The crowd applauded, and a few guys were going to their wallets. Holly was mesmerized at the reaction, not realizing all the fans that she had gotten from the performance. A couple approached fairly quickly, almost giddily skipping up toward her.”
“Hi, we’ve been admiring your show and was wondering if you would like to join us upstairs?” the woman asked.
After looking over both of them Holly agreed and put out her hand so they could lead her up to one of the play rooms. The couple was in their lower 30s, the wife’s name was Terri, she had short blonde hair and had a nice body, not curvy, but very slim, with very full lips and she was wearing a short skirt, heels and a sexy red top. The husband’s name was David, he was a few inches taller than Holly, and was muscular but not built, he was in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt.
They all sat on the bed with Holly between them and she asked “What are you two interested in today?”
“It’s been a fantasy of ours to have a threesome with a gurl like yourself,” Terry responded. “We’ve had it as a fantasy since we saw your performance as a schoolgirl.”
Holly blushed a little bit “I’m glad my performance was so inspiring,” she said, laughing daintily. “Do you have any specifics in mind?”
“We want you to fuck Terri while you give me head,” David responded quickly out of anxiousness. He smiled at the girls as he was a little embarrassed about blurting it out.
Holly put each of her hands on one of their thighs “Well I guess we had better get started then,” she said with a wicked smile. She leaved over to David and kissed him, their tongues meeting for the first time. She moved from his mouth to Terri’s their kisses going deeper as Holly leaned back, bringing Terri on top of Holly. They continued to kiss as David moved next to them on the bed, his hand moving up and down his wife’s body, lifting her shirt up. She sat up on top of Holly as her B-cup breasts were released. David moved in and began kissing and licking them as Holly’s hands were on Terri’s hips and ass. Terri was beginning to moan from the sensations, and she moved back off of the bed, reaching under her skirt and dropping her panties to the floor, but leaving on her skirt and heels.
She walked over to the nightstand, which had a bowl of condoms on it, she grabbed one and moved back to the bed, where Holly and David were busy making out, with Holly’s hand moving down to his crotch. Terri stood over Holly for a second, then lifted up her skirt and moved her panties down off of her legs, Holly lifted herself and her legs so they could slide off easily. “You’re such a little whore Holly,” Terri said as her hands moved up and down Holly’s legs, taking in how smooth they were to the touch. She leaned over, seeing Holly’s cock hard and lifting her skirt up. She took it in her hand and rubbed it, Holly moaning into David’s mouth, who was moaning because Holly had slyly taken his cock out of his pants. He was a little larger than average, but with a lot of girth to it. Holly thought to herself “Terri is a lucky girl to have this to come home to.”
Holly then felt a condom on the tip of her cock, so she looked down to see Terri putting it on with her mouth, using her full lips to slide it all the way down then pulling her head off it, looking at Holly with lustful eyes. She slid up Holly’s body, her mouth moving to Holly’s neck, kissing it, and moving up to her ears and whispering “Do you want me Holly?”
“Yes” was all Holly could manage to moan out as she was rock hard, her cock sticking straight up. Terri was hovering over it, letting it hit her pussy lips for a second, and then pulling it away until she finally put it down onto Holly, engulfing it completely. With how wet she was she slid right down it, taking it all in one long stroke. She began moving up and down very slowly, getting warmed up. David moved off of the bed, preferring to watch his wife and Holly play. Holly moved her hands to Terri’s hips and ass, fondling them as they moved up and down on her cock, she began moaning as well because of how good Terri’s pussy felt. David stripped off his clothes next to Holly and began to rub his hard-on to what he was watching. Holly looked back and saw what he was doing “come over here so I can suck on it” she said to him, leaving her mouth open in an “o” shape inviting him in. He moved over and put his cock next to her lips, letting her kiss and suck on it. Holly took more and more into her mouth until it was filled with his cock, he moved it back and forth as her tongue swirled around the head and shaft. Terri’s rhythm was growing as well, her moans growing louder. Holly could feel an orgasm coming soon so she worked feverishly on David’s cock, wanting him to cum in her mouth badly, his rhythem increased too, and he grabbed her hair. Holly felt his cock throb and then shoot his cum straight into her mouth, filling it with his semen as he groaned loudly. Holly kept as much as she could in her mouth and then she felt Terri’s full lips on hers, her tongue moving into her mouth forcefully, wanting to taste as much of her husband’s cum as possible. Holly began thrusting into her as she moaned in her mouth. Terri’s head moved back and a string of cum went from her lips to Holly’s, stretching as long as it could until their movements broke it, and Terri screamed loudly, cumming hard. Holly still hadn’t cum yet but was very close, so she moved on top of Terri, her bottom limp from the orgasm and she began fucking her harder and harder until she finally came inside the condom, filling it completely. She pulled out of Terri, who was still immobile and spent, as was David, Holly seemingly sucking the life from them both.
After putting on her clothes Holly leaned over David and gave him a kiss “you were great,” then leaned over Terri and kissed her full lips again “you were better.” Holly then wrote her and Tricia’s phone number down and put it in Terri’s purse with a note that read “If you want to play just the four of us, give us a call, Holly.” She walked out the door and back to the party….

She stood before Him dressed in scarlet and black, her dark hair framing her face. Eyes shining like sparkling emeralds, staring deep in to Him, her smile beaming, lighting the whole room. The butterflies danced in her stomach as she watched Him walk around her, looking her over.
His body trembled as she stood perfectly still as He instructed. She was exquisite but there was more to see.
‘Undress,’ He commanded.
Her hands moved to the buttons of her silk shirt and as her nerves took hold she quickly started to undo them.
‘Stop,’ He said, she ceased instantly, ‘Go slower’
Her hands shook as she slowed them down, unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall to the floor, she slid her black skirt of over her slender hips and stood out of it as she removed her shoes. She tossed her discarded clothes and stood again for Him.
Gazing upon her, the pale skin of her body a stark contrast to the dark red lace lingerie she was now wearing. He felt His cock twitch beneath His black jeans. After taking a sharp intake of breath to compose Himself, He spoke again.
‘This is not enough, you know what I want, finish.’
She promptly removed her underwear and tossed it aside. She had showered earlier to prepare for Him, her skin gleaming from being washed and shaven. Her body hairless, clean, as He had instructed.
Thoughts of her filled His head, His slut, new to His world, had prepared herself for Him perfectly. She radiated, her body His, her obedience had stirred Him deeper than He could imagine it would.
‘Stay still no matter what.’
He walked over to her and stood directly in front of her. He lifted His arms from His side, tracing His fingers over her smooth skin. From her hip over her flat stomach, tracing her full tits till He stopped at her face, he took in every contour with His fingertips.
Dropping His hands back down to His hips He slowly raised His hands again. Her body trembled as she felt the trace of cold silk run along her body as took hold of her face in His hands. Holding two long silk scarves against her face, He lightly kissed her lips.
Taking one of the scarves He covered her eyes, leaving her in darkness. He then walked behind her.
‘Give me your hands,’ He said.
She placed her hands behind her, taking the second scarf He bound her wrists. A low moan escaped from her mouth. He moved back in front of her, taking in this sight that He held so dear, deep into His soul. Head slightly bowed, back arched, her tits protruding, chest heaving as her breath quickened knowing He was gazing upon her.
His cock straining against His jeans, aching to be released. Without taking His eyes off her, He removed his clothes, dropping them in the corner with hers. Walking back to her, He stood His body against hers, lowering His lips to her ear,
He whispered, “My love, you stand before Me - Mine, You have pleased Me”
Her body trembled as His voice filled her mind, as His hard cock pressed against her back. His hard body pressing against her bound hands, she wanted to touch Him, feel Him in her hands. Opening her hands she held His strong legs, and just for that moment she felt Him tremble, she felt the heat grow between her pale thighs.
He stood back from her hold and started to move around her quivering body. Brushing His hands and body against hers, claiming her. Every part of her body His, for His pleasure alone. His hands ran over her torso, across her full tits, tracing between her thighs, lingering over her heat.
Caressing her puffy lips, fingertips brushing over her hardening clit, delving into the centre of the lust, her body stripped on any control. Her knees weakening as her juices seeped from her pussy over His hand. She wanted, needed to feel Him inside her, but she knew she would have to wait.
The small moans escaping her lips were more than He could bare - He needed to feel her touch.
‘Present yourself to your Master,’
His words echoed through the room as He took one step back from her. Parting her legs slightly, head still bowed she lowered to her knees. Her body trembled in anticipation of His next move.
Placing a finger under her chin He lifted her face to Him, bending over he brushed His lips across hers. Pressing further He parted her lips with His tongue, snaking it into her mouth, taking their kiss deeper, possessing her.
Small moans escaped her mouth and into His as the heat continued to grow throughout her entire being. Her body trembling as His kiss got harder almost bruising her mouth. Just as she was getting lost in His touch, He broke suddenly away from her. Dropping her head she concealed her disappointment.
Taking His hands down to her head He removed the blind fold, needing to see her emerald eyes.
“My pet, look at Me.”
Lifting her head she took in His body, His cock hard, body straight, His eyes gazing deep into her, looking past her eyes into her soul. She met His gaze, knowing she couldn’t hide her want to please Him, not wanting to hide it from Him.
Knowing what He wanted, expected of her, she moved forward so she was in reaching distance of His erection. Poking her soft, wet tongue out she licked the shaft of His cock, from the base to the tip, running her tongue around the ridge. She felt His body tremble from her touch.
Tilting her head to the side she wrapped her mouth around the side of His shaft, lightly digging her teeth into His flesh. Moving sideways over His cock, using her tongue and teeth to excite Him. A moan escaped His lips, in turn He felt soft purrs from her, vibrating over His skin.
Taking His hand down to her head, He pulled her away slightly. “Open your mouth My pet.”
Opening her mouth for Him, He slid His thick cock into her waiting mouth. Pressing her lips against His hardness she took Him deep into her, her tongue along the underside of His shaft, teeth slightly out, using her lips as she moved herself over him. Taking Him completely, then slowly making her way up to the tip, running her tongue around Him, coating His cock in saliva.
Grabbing her head He pulls her back down over Him, thrusting Himself hard into her mouth. Hearing her gag, as He fills her. Moving His hips, fucking her mouth, feeling her suck on Him as he slides in and out of her. Hearing, feeling her purrs over His cock. The sound of her pleasure was enough to tip Him over the edge. Knowing pleasing Him had caused her arousal sent incredible sensations throughout His body.
Thrusting His hips one final time He filled her with His seed. Looking down at her lips firm around His shaft, watching her milk His cock of every last drip of cum. Licking her lips as she swallowed Him into her body. Rolling her tongue over Him, cleaning Him, His body trembling, His pet pleasing Him so.
“Stand My pet”
Raising to her feet still licking her lips, she smiles at Him, knowing she has pleased Him.
“Come closer,” He speaks again, opening out His arms.
Walking into His body, feel His warmth as He wrapped His arms around her. He was sure He heard her purr.
“My pet you will be rewarded,” He almost whispered under His breath.
Smiling knowingly she knew the truth was spoken from His lips.

If the CEO of my company hadn’t seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don’t know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting.
I’d been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Peterson in the bar. He was one of those young, charging CEOs who took real good care of himself and whose movie-star looks popped out of the eminently eligible bachelor stories in the Sunday paper. I’d seen him working out in the office gym over the past several months and had found him to be quite a tasty package. I’d observed him looking me over there, too, but until our across-the-room mutual sighting at Rockies, I’d assumed he had been assessing my management potential—or just wondering who the hell I was and where I fit into his business empire. Now, I thought maybe something else had been going through his mind.
It was a long meeting, I had to take a piss pretty badly when it finally broke up. I asked the man next to me where the men’s room was on this floor, and, having overheard me, Peterson chimed in that I was welcome to use the executive rest room just down the hall from the conference room.
This was quite a snazzy room, all brown marble and expensive fixtures, and mirrors everywhere, including over the two urinals. There was even a convenient place for me to hang my suit coat. I did that and then quickly moved over to the urinal, unzipped my tight-fitting pants, pushed my ultra briefs down to under my balls, and sighed a great sigh, as I let loose with a strong and steady stream into the urinal.
I heard the door open and then the click of a lock, which I thought was a little strange, and, although I expected to have one of the executives belly up to the urinal beside me, I was surprised to feel someone right behind me. Before I could turn around, which would have been a little awkward because I was still pissing out a steady stream, in the mirror I saw Pete Peterson’s well-chiseled face appear over my shoulder and heard him speak in a low, husky voice. “Here, let me help you with that.”
He came up right against me in back and reached around with his right hand and took my dong in his hand. I could feel his intake of breath when he got the measure of me. His left hand came around and rested on my tightening stomach. I felt myself go a little weak in the knees and reached out with both hands to steady myself against the wall. I looked into the mirror and let my eyes be captured by his. He gave me a movie-star smile of assurance.
I had finished my business, and he shook the last drops into the urinal, but he kept his hand wrapped around my penis, which was steadily growing. “Nice,” he whispered in my ear, “Very nice. Bigger than I had thought. That’s very nice.” He reached down with his left hand and cuddled my balls for a brief moment, and then he moved his hand up my stomach, under my shirt, and found my right nipple and played with that and in my chest hair.
I gasped as the fingers of his right hand went to the tip of my dick and he lightly ran them around the rim of my glans and then put a finger over my piss slit and applied a gentle pressure. He was nibbling on my ear, and I pulled my right arm away from the wall and wrapped it around his head so that I could run my fingers into his hair. I turned my head and found his mouth in a searching kiss. He began to stroke my cock, and I felt my knees go weak again.
His left hand left its exploration of my chest, and I heard the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered. I then felt my pants and briefs being pulled off my butt, and my pants hit the floor. We were still kissing and he was still stroking my cock, and now his other hand was wandering all over my butt cheeks. He gave a sound of animal pleasure, and broke away from the kiss long enough to whisper, “What a great, round butt. I love good, round butts.”
I could feel his engorging penis pressing at my butt, working its way into my crack, and I began to spread my legs to receive him, when he pulled back a little and stopped stroking my cock.
“My limo will be down on the street in fifteen minutes to take me to my country home for the night. May I assume you would be willing to be my guest there for tonight?”
That was a good assumption.
A few minutes later, I was down on the street in front of our office building, where I found a stretch limousine and a big, black, bald body-builder driver holding the back door open. He gave me a smile and motioned toward the door with his head. I only had time enough to register that the back of limousine was roomy and plush, burgundy velour with wood paneling, and some pretty hefty throw pillows around, when Pete Peterson entered the limo and plopped down beside me. The door closed with a good solid sound, and Peterson informed me, with a proud grin, that we could see out of the smoked windows, but no one could see in—including the window to the driver’s compartment—and that the car was quite soundproof.
As the limo moved into traffic, Peterson moved to the jump seat facing me and said, “It’s a long drive; more than an hour. So, we might as well go ahead and get comfortable.”
He flipped a CD into a machine next to him, which introduced a sensuous sound, with a good beat to it into the compartment. Then he proceeded to do a private strip tease for me. First his coat and his tie, which he folded and placed on the other jump seat, then his shirt and his shoes and socks. He was probably in his late thirties, but he was in superb condition. He had sandy-colored hair, tending toward the red and hazel-green eyes that held a smile real well. His chest was well developed and the hair on his chest was a fine, blond-red color, descending straight down from his neck, flaring out over his chest muscles and then back down to a thin line stopping above his navel. He pulled his pants and briefs off and folded them and placed them on top of his coat and tie, and there he was in all his glory. His pubic hair was even redder than his head hair, and his seven-inch, very thick cock stood at attention as if he had not forgotten in the least our recent encounter in the executive men’s room. He pointed to a bar between the jump seats and offered me a drink, to which I could only croak a, “Thanks, maybe later.”
That caused him to smile broadly, and he went down onto his knees and moved to where I was stretched out in a sitting position at one side of the plush bench seat.
“Okay, then we might as well get right to the second round,” he said. He tugged at my suit coat, and I slipped it off and gave it to him. He folded it neatly and placed it on top his folded clothes. He loosened my tie, but didn’t take it off. Instead, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, adding it to the clothes pile.
“My, my, we’re pretty everywhere, aren’t we?” he said, and I was happy that he seemed to appreciate someone with darker and more body hair than he had. He leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My hands went to his waist and then one wandered down and cupped his balls and his dick. He sighed and slowly ran a hand up my thigh and to my crotch, where he found my engorging cock and rubbed it up and down through my pants. He kissed me on the neck and then ran his tongue down through my chest hair to one of my nipples. The nipple puckered right up for him as he tongued and nipped at it. I threw my head back into the seat and moaned quietly, pushing my dick into his hand through the fabric of my pants. I wanted to feel skin on skin there.
“Ah, such nice tits,” he whispered, as he slid his tongue over to the other nipple, “and such a sweet, big cock too.” He then undid my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled my pants, briefs, shoes, and socks off in one smooth move. He reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows, threw them up to me with a “Here, put these behind your back,” and he turned me so I was laying the length of the seat. He took my right leg and placed it along the back of the seat, trapped there by his own body. My left leg jutted out onto the floor of the limo, and there I was, fully open to him. I put the pillows behind me, with my head in the back corner of the limo. I could turn my head and watch the world go by, beyond the smoke glass, while Peterson did me.
And he did do me. Immediately after we had both gotten comfortable, Peterson took my dick in his mouth and started playing with my glans with his tongue. My dick steadily engorged to its full eight inches under his attention. His right hand was running all over my upper body, up and down arms, up to my throat, playing with the hair in my pits, spending extra time on my chest hair and nipples, and trailing down across my washboard abs and into my pubic hair. With the other hand, he massaged my right leg and foot and then my butt cheeks. He pulled away from his sucking long enough to say, “Man, I love your butt. I can’t wait to get more of these cheeks.” Then we went back to my now-fully stiffened cock and began a rhythm of ever-deeper swallows. I moaned and moved to join his rhythm. My hands went to his head, playing in his hair, and down to massaging his shoulders and reaching down to playing with his nipples.
I was bucking wildly with him now, meeting every deep-throating with a plunge of my own. He had both hands encircling my butt cheeks, and I gasped as his hands pulled the cheeks apart and his thumbs reached for my asshole. He flicked my asshole with both of his thumbs, and I twitched in response, digging my hands in his hair. He was deep-throating me down to the root now.
“Oh, Gawd, I think I’m going to cum,” I croaked in warning. But he didn’t stop pumping me and took the three separate jerking spurts down his throat with ease. I rolled my head back toward the window, and that’s when I noticed that the window between the compartments in the limo was now down, and that the burly limo driver was eyeing the action through the rear-view mirror. All I could think of was that maybe I’d get a piece of that hunk sometime during this adventure as well.
I felt my hips elevating, as Peterson took up another pillow and placed it under my lower back. His hands went back to covering and squeezing my butt cheeks, and his thumbs to gently resting on the rim of my asshole and spreading that entrance. His mouth went to my balls, which he licked and sucked and then gently pulled away from my body and down. I moaned in mixed pleasure and pain. And then his mouth was buried between my butt cheeks, his tongue exploring and moistening my asshole, until I found the hole loosening and opening to him. He came up onto the seat on his knees between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock against the door of my hole. I gulped and gasped, as he entered me a couple of inches.
He held himself there, into me up to the rim of his glans, giving my canal time to adjust to him. He then took his cock in one hand and rotated it back and forth in my hole, driving me to distraction, and causing me to open even more. I had done this often enough already, that I had no trouble opening further to him, and his big, thick cock then just slid right in until a good seven inches of it was buried in my hole. Once again, he then took his cock in his hand and rotated it within my canal, stretching and adding to the sensation of being properly and fully stuffed. He started a rhythmic pumping action, squeezing my butt cheeks with his hands in syncopation, and it wasn’t long until he came with a jerk and collapsed full length on top of me. He found my mouth with his, and we consummated our union with a deep-tongued kiss.
I didn’t have to wonder what came next. While he still held me in a lip lock, Peterson slowly withdrew from my anus, and brought his knees up on each side of my waist and lifted his chest off of mine. I could feel him wrapping a hand around my still-engorged cock, as he maneuvered over me. I felt the head of my cock sliding across skin and being positioned at Peterson’s asshole. He took his mouth from mine and let out a little whimper of pain as he took the head of my cock into his ass. Then he arched his chest back, taking several inches of my cock into him, and grabbed his ankles. I took his waist in my two hands, as he slowly raised and lowered his buttocks, taking more of me in with each downward slide. He pumped away for what seemed like ages, and after I had cum for the second time, he gave a little sigh and lowered himself unto my chest. Without pulling himself away from my buried cock, he laid his head on my chest and slowly tongued my nipples and chest hair.
I must have gone to sleep soon thereafter, because the first thing I knew was that the car had stopped, the door had opened, and Peterson had gathered his clothes and was exiting the vehicle. I sat up and started gathering my clothes as well, but as I started to exit, I found the door was blocked by the hulky driver.
“Not so fast, Sweet Cheeks,” the Hulk said to me with a grin, as he pushed me back onto the floor of the limo with a big mitt. “Someone has to pay the taxi fare,” he said. “And Mr. Peterson said that someone might as well be you.”
I laid there awestruck, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants, quickly unbuttoned it and drew it off his gigantic, barrel chest. He was magnificent, and I sucked in my breath at his hairless, burly beauty. Just as quickly, off came his pants and shoes, and I sucked even harder for air. His rod was a veritable telephone pole. It wasn’t hard to imagine that it must reach almost to his knees when it wasn’t hard, but just now it certainly was hard.
I made another dash for freedom past him, but he was too quick for me. Grabbing me around the upper arm, he threw me back into the limo, and, with the momentum of that, came through the door himself. I tried to fight him off, but he must have been a professional wrestler, because in no time he had me flipped across one of the jump seats, and, with my leather belt and his own, he had my wrists tied together and laced up to the anchor of one of the front seats with one of the belts and my left ankle attached to one of the anchors of the driver’s seat. Wasting no time at all, he pulled my butt cheeks apart and had his tongue buried in my ass. I tried to raise myself, but he just pushed my back down with one of his big mitts and kept on tonguing me with satisfied gurgling and slurping sounds.
His tongue seemed bigger than some of the dicks I had entertained, and it wasn’t long before I was lathered up real good again. I felt his tongue pull out of my ass, but he gave me no time to wonder what came next. The huge knob of his cock was at my asshole, and there was no coyness to his approach at all. He just drilled that telephone pole right on in, spreading my butt cheeks as much as possible. I screamed, and rose up involuntarily, but he only stopped long enough to push me down by the back of the neck.
After he was in a good seven or eight inches, he reached around me with both of his big mitts and started deeply massaging my chest, back, and shoulder muscles while vigorously pumping away, ever deeper and wider up my ass channel. there was pain, to be sure, but the thought of this big, beautiful monster, with what was now ten or more inches of thick black cock stuffed inside me, going wild with lust in my body—and that I was able to take him and give him such a buzz—gave me exquisite pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt him release with a violent jerk, coating my insides with his cum.
Then the lion turned into a lamb. He kissed me on the back of the neck and then returned to slowly and deeply massaging my aching body. One of his huge hands wrapped itself around my cock, and he gave me a slow hand job. After I had cum, he continued to massage my body until a slept. When I awoke, I was free of my bonds and lying across the backseat of the limo. The driver had dressed again and was waiting to show me into Peterson’s country home. I pulled my briefs, pants, and loafers back on, stuffed my socks in my pockets and put my arms through my shirt. I didn’t have time to dress further, though, before the Hulk had taken up my suit coat and tie, picked up my duffel bag, and was heading for the front door of an ostentatious beach house. Not knowing what else to do, I followed along behind him.
We entered a large foyer with two banks of stairs raising two stories. The Hulk started trudging up the stairs to the second floor, with me trailing behind him, gawking at the undoubtedly expensive erotic art on the stairwell walls. We went down a long corridor and entered a large bedroom, decorated for a gentleman in soft leathers and greens and browns and gold’s. I heard the water running in a side room, and before I could explore there, a Greek god appeared at the door. He was young, couldn’t have been twenty yet, and lithe, with a slim waist and hips, although with well-defined musculature; black curly hair, flopping down into his face and gorgeous light-blue eyes. His welcoming smile showed luminous pearly whites. He was wearing form-fitting white T-shirt, and tight gray slacks that showed a respectable basket at the crouch. Fine, curly black hair laced down his forearms and blossomed from the V neck of his T.
“Hello, there, my name is Salvas. You both look exhausted,” he said with a grin. “To the showers with both of you.”
Both I and the Hulk stripped down again and padded into the bathroom, which boasted a particularly large shower stall. The water was on from two jets, and the Hulk and I entered. I turned and watched the Greek god pull the T over his head and strip off his trousers. He was wearing a silky thong that left little to the imagination, and he was beautiful—slim, lithe, well-muscled through the chest and arms, and covered with curly hair. He winked at me as he stepped out his thong, showing a good seven inches of fairly thick, uncircumcised dick, picked up a cake of soap and a wash cloth, and entered the shower.
I was the guest, so Salvas soaked me up first, running his soap and wash cloth around my body in a way that made my cock stand at attention again. During this process, the Hulk leaned back in a corner, watched us, and languidly pulled at his dick.
Having soaped me up, Salvas turned to the Hulk, and quickly soaped him up as well. Fascinated by Salvas’s pert little butt cheeks, I couldn’t help but reach over and run my hands over them and then to continue on around his hips with one hand to explore his cock and through his legs with the other to nuzzle his balls. Salvas stopped his soaping of the Hulk long enough to turn his face to me and part my lips with his. I gasped, as he ran his tongue into my mouth and explored. I ran my fingers down to the tip of his dick and received a little thrill at the feel of the loose skin there as I pulled it back and got my fingers between it and his glans. Salvas shuddered with pleasure, and, leaving the Hulk to wash himself off, put one of his hands over mine, and brought my hand up to encase his engorged cock lightly. I kept my thumb on his piss slit. He wrapped his own hand over mine, and provided the slow pumping action on his dick. With each downward stroke, I could feel foreskin coming back up onto his glans and touching my thumb. This was a new, very interesting sensation for me. Shortly, with a shudder, Salvas came in my hand, and his cum was washed down into the drain. I looked around and the hulk was gone. It was just me and Salvas now.
I got out of the shower and Salvas dried me off with the towel, Making quite sure that all of my private parts were dry and well rubbed. After he finished, he moved around the room, straightening up, but never quite getting around to putting his clothes back on. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him.

This is a little something I threw together for a friend’s birthday. She has graciously given me permission to submit it.
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I’m in the kitchen finishing up the minor feast I’ve prepared for dinner. It’s my lovely little slut’s birthday and she deserves to be pampered. Not that I’ll ever say so out loud.
The door to our apartment opens and I hear her enter. “In the kitchen,” I call out to her. I’ve little need to emphasize these days, she’s learned to answer.
Her footsteps pad down the hall. I don’t turn around as she stops behind me. She remains quiet while I complete the small task I’m working on.
Done that, I hold up my right hand, finger pointing at the ceiling. I can barely make out a very low gulp. That gesture means ‘attend to orders’ and signals her status until I let her know otherwise.
“Go to the bathroom,” I command her. “Shower and shave. Douche yourself and there’s an enema waiting for you. Use that as well. I want you thoroughly clean. That is all that you’ll do.” Another gulp comes from her.
“When you’re done, do not get dressed,” I go on. “Go straight to the table and seat yourself. You have half an hour and don’t you dare be late.” A subdued hiss sounds at that. She knows what the consequences of disobedience will be.
My hand comes down and she rushes to perform her tasks. I continue working for a few minutes. Then, chuckling to myself, I sneak down the hall. I find what I expect.
Although the shower is running I can hear hisses and groans over the running water. Just as I arrive outside the door a shaky growl vibrates in the air. Rolling my eyes I return to the kitchen. She is such a brat thinking she can do such a thing without my permission.
Once back from the bathroom I finish up the few minor tasks that remain. I get undressed myself, piling the clothes on a chair. Filling our plates, I carry them to the dining room. She’s waiting, naked.
My little slave is lovely. Her full, firm tits are on display, the nipples already stiff. She draws a sharp gasp as I enter. Her eyes stare, a slight glaze is drawn over them. She’s focused on my cock, already hard with anticipation. A shiver shakes her a little and she touches the tip of her tongue to her lip.
I place her plate in front of her. I’ve prepared her favourite meal and her eyes light with pleasure. Putting my own plate down, I pick up the bottle of sparkling wine and fill our glasses. Seating myself I raise a toast. “Happy birthday, my sweet slut.”
She blushes prettily. Lifting her own glass she replies, “Thank you, Master.” We each take a sip of wine then begin to eat. I ask her about her day at work. She tells me about it. I note that she doesn’t meet my eyes when she speaks about lunch. That’s an indication that she disobeyed my standing orders. I keep my face cheerful, giving no clue that I can read her so well.
We eat like any couple, smiling, laughing. When we’re finished, I remove our plates and used silverware. She remains seated as I had not told her she could move. I pull the cake from the fridge, light the candle and take it to the table singing ‘Happy Birthday’. She blushes again and smiles sweetly. With a quick puff, she blows out the candle.
I cut pieces of the cake free. We eat them, saying nothing, just watching each other happily. My expression heats as lust grows in me. I’ll be giving her a special gift shortly. She reads my features and her eyes light in expectation.
Finally, we’re finished. “It’s time to give you your present,” I tell her. Her face grows childlike in its joy.
“Clear your end of the table,” I order. “Push everything over here. You can stand if you wish.”
She jumps to obey, her acquiescence instinctual. There’s a slight frown of confusion on her face. But soon her end of the table is bare, the plates and silverware now stacked and gathered in front of me.
Once done, she stands expectantly, hands held together in front of her and eyes down.
“Good,” I compliment her. That happy blush suffuses her features once more. “Lay your torso down on the table, arms reaching for the edges.” A moment later she’s spread as commanded.
I stand, walk to one side and pull out the rope I’ve tied to one table leg. Quickly I wrap the fiber around her wrist and tighten until her arm is restrained. I bind her other arm as well.
Going behind her I order her to move her legs apart as far as she can while keeping her feet flat on the floor. Once she does, I have ropes ready and soon used.
Damn, she looks delicious. Hampered and helpless, she’s all ready for her present. I can see her ass cheeks quiver, her arms and legs cord as she pulls against the ropes. Her shaven cunt is glossy as her body prepares itself for my entry.
I turn to the china cabinet and remove the equipment I’d stashed there earlier. I pick up the leather strap I will first use.
Turning back to her I tell her, “I know you’ve been bad. You disobeyed me today, twice.”
“No Master!” she protests, “I… ah!” I’ve smacked the strap across a buttock. Her body jerks, pulling hard at the restraints.
“Don’t lie to me, slut!”
She shivers as I name her.
“I know you too well, sweet one,” I continue. “I know you played with yourself at work. And I heard you in the bathroom.”
A little whine comes from her. Her body tightens to receive her discipline.
“Follow the rules, no excuses.”
She gives a tiny nod. And a loud bawl as I stroke her bum again. It’s cut off suddenly and she counts, “One.”
I whistle the strap through the air. I’m not putting all the force I could into it, but I’m not being gentle either. The ‘crack’ of leather against flesh sounds.
She hisses and gives the count. Her ass starts to colour.
We go on until I’ve given her five strokes for each infraction. At the end, she can hardly speak through the pain in her voice. Her bum is a very hot pink, glowing with the heat I’ve raised.
“What do you say, slut?” This is my standard question after discipline.
“Thank you, Master.” She gives the answer expected of her.
I drop the strap to the floor. Reaching over I pet one cheek. It’s as hot as it looks. I can see her vaginal lips are now engorged and dewy. She does love her discipline.
“That must be uncomfortable,” I remark. “You need to be cooled down.” I reach over to the half full wine bottle, pick it up, and pour the cold contents over her bum.
Her head snapping up, my lovely slut lets loose with a gasping “Oh!” at the touch of the chill liquid. Her cheeks harden and her hips make a tiny pump. The wine runs over her asshole and glistening cunt. She groans in response.
“Better?” I inquire.
My plaything’s head makes a shaky nod. Her back heaves from the rapid breaths she taking. Her skin shows a slight sheen of sweat.
I continue bantering. “However, it will get sticky when it dries. I had better clean it up.”
Kneeling, I run my tongue over her left cheek. The taste of her, covered in sweet wine, is ambrosial. I hear a thin whine and the firm mound I’m playing with flexes. Once washed clean I move to the other one.
She is beginning to pant. It’s interspersed with tiny gasps. Her ass cheeks ripple more frequently as I play.
My tongue moves to the little pucker between her buttocks. I lick around it, feeling every little crease. It pulses in response. Pushing, I slide my oral digit inside her, just a little.
A rattling groan comes from her. “Oh, Master,” quavers in the air. “Good.”
I move downwards, over the little ridge of flesh below her asshole. Rapid licks run over this sensitive spot. She gurgles. The sexy little grunts fill my mind, drive the lust I feel higher.
Now I start to work on her cunt. I growl at the delicious admixture of tastes, the rich musk of her arousal and sharp tang of the wine combine into an unmatchable flavour. My tongue runs deep inside her, swiping over every nerve there.
The little minx I’m teasing lets out a quiet shriek and her inner muscles clutch at me. The rapid pulses of her pussy tell me how exquisite she finds my touch.
I move to her unhooded clit. I take one quick lick. She pushes out a clicking grunt. Another and she clicks again. My tongue moves faster and faster. Her noise gets louder and louder. I sense her body shaking as her final moment approaches.
So I pull away, cease driving her towards the madness she seeks. For several long moments sexual inertia carries her, her body still quivering, her voice still speaking her delight.
But she can’t go over the edge without my help. She calms although she still pants in rapid gusts. “Master,” she begs with a groan, “please.”
Standing, I smack a cheek. “I’m tired of listening to you beg, slut. No more talking.” My voice grows very firm. “And you do not come, won’t even think of it, until I tell you.”
She nods a shaky agreement. A small sniffle is drawn through her nose.
Turning back to the toys I’ve prepared, I snatch up the next one. I’ve grown very eager to tease my chattel. I know how badly she needs me, and I want to fill that need.
She starts as I place the crown of the penis shaped vibe against her vaginal lips. With a steady pressure I push it into her. Her pussy lips part to allow herself to be filled. She trills a long trembling moan. The toy is large and stuffs her to her limits.
I stop as the clit massager bumps up against the little nub it was designed for. My slave gasps at its touch.
I turn and pick up the next tool I plan to use; another vibe, long, thin, and somewhat flexible. Popping the top off the tube of lube I’ve included, I make sure it’s well coated.
She snaps her head up as I place this toy at her asshole. The little pucker squeezes, trying to prevent the intrusion. To no avail. The device is too thin, too lubricated and I insist. It slips in, inch by inch. Her ass flexes in a rapid vibration. She sounds grunts and groans that tremor with rich emotion.
Once both are placed to my satisfaction, I turn them on.
Her head snaps up once more, hard and a shriek bellows from her. Her entire body tautens as it races towards climax.
I slap an ass cheek. “No,” I command sternly.
The shriek ends suddenly. Jerks, quivers and shakes run through her body as my orders conflict with her joys. Sweat appears in large drops on her skin, begin to run off her. She makes quiet, inarticulate sounds, flashes of noise that testify to the utter bliss that fills her.
I watch for a minute as she struggles with her animal self. The pleasant, hot sight of her battle amuses me greatly. And pushes my arousal higher as well. God, how I want this wanton woman.
So I can’t wait any longer. I pull out the vibe that stuffs her cunt. It comes free with a ’shlup’. The toy drips with her lubrication.
My gorgeous slut makes a disappointed wail. Then she moans again as the vibrations running out from her bowels shimmy through her.
Stepping up close, I place my cock at the grasping entrance of her pussy. I shove myself into her with a long, sure movement.
At this fresh assault on her senses her delighted, frightened shriek sounds again. Once more her body stiffens as orgasm approaches.
And again I slap her and tell her, “No!”
She obeys me, as she always does. She continues the internal combat. The passionate sounds she makes are louder this time, telling me that her bliss is pushing harder than ever at her will.
I pound away at her, filling and emptying her in a demanding rhythm. Each stroke inwards elicits a gasping “Uh!” I can feel her sodden pussy twitch around me. She grasps at my cock hard, squeezing me, letting me know how much she wants.
I can feel my climax approach. I pull myself from her. I haven’t given her her present yet.
“Oh!” she cries, desperation filling her voice. “Ma…” she gasps, almost forgetting her orders.
I’ll let that pass. When so close to the edge, a minor mistake can be forgiven.
With a slow yank I take the vibrator from her ass. If it wasn’t well lubed such an action would be difficult. Her sphincter clutches at it, protesting the removal of joyful sensations.
I wait for several minutes, watching her. Her body shakes with bliss, muscles twitching at the waves that run through her. She slows, step by step. The lurches lessen in frequency and strength. Her lungs abate their rapid puffs.
While I’m waiting I pick up the lube again and draw a line of it down my erection. With my hand I spread it over my length, making sure the coat is thick and even. Finished, I step forward, place my prick at her rosy pucker.
Once again, her head comes up. And her asshole clenches shut. I push but she’s shut herself tight.
I deliver another stinging slap to her ass. “Open yourself, slut!”
And she does.
My crown slides into her. With a slow, steady pace I fill her with me again. The tight clasping warmth of her rectum is glorious. My balls draw up, my moment comes very close. I push it back through pure force of will. “Her first,” is my thought.
As I run inside, she groans, long and languorously. The muscles in her back ripple from the sensation. The warm walls around my cock pulse.
Soon my hips are resting against her firm ass. I growl with pleasure. The sensation of being so completely in her is sublime.
I pull from her slowly. She tugs at me, not wanting to lose the feel of me inside. Her groan emerges again, more forcefully. Her head nods back and forth with the rhythm of her lungs.
When my crown reaches her pucker, I reverse direction, shoving a little harder.
Her moan gains a sharper edge. The internal clutching grows stronger and more frequent. Her skin starts to colour and sweat dribbles down her sides and legs.
Unhurrying, I increase the pace and force of my strokes. I demanding now, demanding she be pleased.
Her voice transmits what she feels to me. The groan fades, sharp hisses and grunts replacing it. Her fists are curled and she pulls hard at the ropes. She tries to turn her head towards me. What I can see of her face is blank, her sentience is buried under lust. Her mouth moves. No sound emerges. She obeys me even through the most exquisite bliss.
“You can talk,” I tell her.
“God,” she gasps, “Master, please, come, need, please!” Her words are flavoured with the most delicious desperation. They tell me how necessary orgasm is for her now.
“No,” I tell her with a wicked smile, and I move faster and harder within her. Her cheeks quake with each thrust.
“Oh!” she whines. “Mas…ter, please, please, have, to, God, please.” The words start to break up, burning to pieces as they fall through the inferno of her mind. “Ma… Nee… Puh!” Even this attempt fades. She grunts, pants and hisses now. Her fists beat a tattoo on the table top as her body runs out of her control. Her rectum squeezes me tightly, only the vaguest palpitation playing over my member.
Time for her present. “Come!” I order her.
A scream barrels from her, a scream of utter joy. Where my scrotum touches against her it comes away wet as her delight flows from her. Her body tightens to its maximum and vibrates like a tuning fork.
Then she shakes as the explosion fades, leaving her body aflame. Her voice shouts a rhythmic “Uh!” She moves her hips as much as she’s able, working to fulfill her body’s demand for me.
She relaxes slightly as her orgasm ends. But not much. She still rocks under me, her need not yet sated. She pants out more words. “Master, good, more, please, please, ple…”
I interrupt her sweet begging. “Come!”
And she does. The scream reemerges, not quite as loud this time. It trembles with the incandescent emotion that fills her. Her body shimmies at the same cadence. My balls become soaked. But I don’t stop moving.
Her climax fades again. Her body slackens. She puffs sharp breathes and she shoves her ass at me, although not as strongly as before. “Master,” she whines. “Please, oh please.” Her desperation is taking a different edge. Exhaustion sounds as much as need.
So I push her harder. My cock rams into her, battering her pucker. “Come!”
With a gurgle, she follows my orders. The ropes make a ’snap’ as she pulls at them. All her muscles grow hard. The pressure on me is indescribable. She quivers and gasps through another astounding blast of pleasure.
That pulls away and she grows limp under me. Her head is rolled to one side. Her face is slack, eyes fluttering with the sparks of fading joy echoing in her. But her ass still clutches at me, demanding that I soothe it with a balm of semen.
The erotic sight of my slave pushes me to the edge. I hammer at her, all my control lost in my lust.
Her eyes snap open. Her jaw opens and closes, loose syllables floating from it. “Mas… God… Oh… Gaw… Pl…”
I erupt into her, shouting, “Come slut!” as I do. My balls draw up and jerk with each pulse of my cock. My hot cream shoots from me in jets, filling her bowels. My hips pump madly, my body’s control overwhelmed by heated bliss.
A guttural “Aw!”, long and loud oozes from her mouth. She shakes loosely, her muscles too weak now to respond to her fervour. The whites of her eyes show, she’s blinded by the bright light of the joy choking her. And still her rectum clutches hard, signaling how much she loves this.
My awareness returns. I’m slumped over her, breathing hard. My prick, now soft, is still in her, locked in place by the sphincter that grips it.
She is a sweaty heap underneath me. My beautiful slut draws in languid breathes, releases them in sharp gusts. She murmurs too low for me to hear. An occasional tremor runs through her body and she hisses a very quiet “Oh!” at each one.
I gather the strength to stand. Stepping back, I pull myself from her. She whines as I do.
I gaze at her, thinking she’s never looked sexier. Bathed in sweat, a slick of her spending running down her inner thighs, I marvel at the erotic sight of her. Her asshole throbs and a small amount of my seed and the lube emerges forming a lewd coat of foam. She twitches and sighs, as if she knows I’m looking and I’m pleased.
Kneeling, I free her legs. They are pulled together by gravity. She makes a tiny sound of relief.
I release her arms. I have to catch her before she falls to the floor. She’s so limp with satiation. “Stand up, sweetie,” I whisper to her. As always, she does as she’s told.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lead her carefully to the bedroom. She staggers, drunk from the utter euphoria I’ve given her. On reaching the bed I gently guide her onto the mattress. Entering it myself, I spoon my front to her back, taking her in my arms. She wriggles, ever so little, sighs and fades away to sleep.
I feel myself being dragged into the dark. I have just time to do one thing before I’m pulled under.
“Happy Birthday, beautiful,” I whisper in her ear.

FIN

Some have asked if my stories are true. Yes, they are, as best I can remember and write. Others have criticized our choice of lifestyle. To that I can only say, different strokes for different folks. Many want more graphic details of the sex. That’s easy for me to share with my husband but hard for me to write here. I will keep trying to be more open. Finally, some think my husband is a wimp. He is anything but a wimp. He just likes to share me. He and I both believe that our marriage bed has benefited from my experiences with other men.
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My husband and I love to talk about some of my most memorable experiences with other men. That is an erotic sharing that we both enjoy as part of our marital lovemaking. Talking about my “dates” and the naughty things I do with other men really starts my husband going and, in turn, fires my passions. Some of my lovers really stands out and my husband and I frequently talk about my experiences with them to spark our own lovemaking.
I found one memorable man through another man I was seeing. Recommendations from current lovers have turned out to be a good way to find acceptable men because a current lover will not intentionally suggest a jerk. Why risk getting me upset?
The man, Rob, lived about 90 minutes drive away. He and I talked on the phone with my husband listening on the extension. We exchanged pictures. Then my husband and I decided that Rob seemed OK. He accepted my insistence on condoms and no bondage or pain. Rob didn’t seem to want to try to humiliate my husband, as so many men want to do, and was willing to let my husband watch at some point. I love it when my husband watches, especially when he holds my hand when another man is pumping inside me!
We decided that I would make a date to meet Rob in a chain restaurant in a little town about half way. My husband drove his own car and watched from another table, behind Rob. My husband tells me that this is a very exciting time for him as he watches my reactions and realizes at some point that I will be going off with the man. He believes he can tell before I have made my decision. Truthfully, by the time I get to a meeting with a prospective date, I am so ready for sex that I only reject a man once in a while. Even then, I have sometimes gone back later and had sex with the man I originally rejected. Every time I have done that, it has worked out OK so, ladies, let that guide you if you are uncertain during that first face-to-face meeting. I have this theory that there is mostly good sex, better sex, great sex and fantastic sex, with very little bad sex. So I will try a man once, at least. I have had some very pleasant surprises that way!
I knew quickly that I would like being with Rob. He had large hands and they were soft, not rough like some men. I like soft hands! His face was rugged and he had a genuine smile and long, light brown hair. His nails were clipped short, which I always watch for. Long, ragged nails can hurt. Strange, how little things are so important when you are thinking of heading for bed!
I wanted this man! I sent Rob not-so-subtle hints. As he watched my fingers, I unbuttoned two more buttons on my blouse. I leaned forward and watched his eyes widen. This was fun! Our feet entangled beneath the table. As I finished my second drink, he asked if I wanted another here in the restaurant or if we should have the next drink in a room of the motel across the street. He had already asked me during a phone conversation what I like to drink so he had it ready. I looked over to my husband and touched my ear. That’s our signal. He smiled and nodded.
“Let’s go to a room,” I said with as much lustiness as I could muster. “I think I may want to taste something besides vodka tonics.”
Rob motioned for the check and took out some bills. We got up and he put his arm around me to guide me out of the restaurant. A table separated us from my husband who pretended not to notice us pass so close. I always have butterflies as I head for the room with a new man. The experience of being with a man for the first time is so intense, so concentrated. Nothing else is like it and it is something that, for me, can only be approached by two other experiences.
First is the experience of sharing all the naughty details with my husband when I come home from a date. That can be so intense that it sometimes seems that the sex with my date was really just foreplay for the sex that my husband and I share afterwards. He makes gentle oral love to my swollen pussy and asks all sorts of questions. I relive my date for him as he inspects my breasts for bite marks. He licks my body all over, especially in all those right places where I have just been licked. He ends by taking me so hard, so completely, that I think that he is trying to reclaim me as his woman. To be so worshipped by the man I love tells me that I am forgiven for letting another man have me. It tells me that I am wanted as well as loved. It is incredible!
Second is the anticipation, the preparation for a date with a new man. Trimming, shaving, plucking, dressing, but mostly thinking about the hours of physical pleasure that await me: that is so intense and consuming. It is intoxicating! I try to always have a whole week to build up to my first time with a new man. I get more and more excited as the time gets closer. My husband is also on that same razor’s edge of excitement and anticipation. It builds almost like my own orgasm, slowly at first, then mounting with a pulse all its own. It makes the actual experience of that first penetration, that first mouthful of the man’s sweet load, the first touch of his tongue upon my breasts or pussy lips, so intense that I often cum right then with a crushing orgasm that takes all my strength away.
If a woman never has the experience of being with a new man, especially when she can return to her husband for the sweetest lovemaking of all, then she will never know herself completely. That satisfaction of womanhood that comes with a new lover and the return to the man you love is not approached by anything else I know.
All of this rushed through my mind as Rob walked me out of the restaurant and to his car. He opened the door for me and walked around to the other side. I could feel that my thong was wet and clammy. Rob got in and leaned over for our first kiss, wet, all tongues and little lip bites. I rubbed his hardening penis through his pants: a nice one, I decided. Soon we were opening the door of the room he had already rented. His confidence did not surprise me. It pleased me. That evening, he continued to please me over and over again. I was oh, so satisfied. He liked to lift my legs over his shoulders and drive deep into me. He turned me over and gently licked and sucked on both my holes, then ever-so-gently, he pushed into my anus in slow stages until I could accept all of him.
It was over five hours later that I called my husband, now back at home, to tell him that I was satiated and on my way home. He was ready for all the details of that first date with Rob. We talked and made love till after 4:30 AM.
That first date was followed by several more over the next 15 months, till he and his family moved across the country. Each date was exciting, satisfying and fun. But it was only after we had several dates, and after my husband had watched us a few times, that Rob displayed his kinky side. One Saturday afternoon, just as I entered the motel room where he was waiting, Rob asked me if I was into water sports. I told him that my husband and I had tried water sports but had not been hooked on this fetish. He asked if I would indulge him and I agreed. He handed me a beer and we sat and talked as he rubbed my feet. Then, he handed me another beer. Usually I drank vodka but the beer tasted good on a hot day. As I finished the second beer, he stopped and sat down on the bed.
“Do a striptease for me,” he said. Suddenly, I was aware of the beat of the music he was playing. I watched as he sat down and I began to sway to the music, eventually shedding everything and rubbing my body against his bulge. I like a little exhibitionism and I was enjoying being taken by Rob’s eyes.
I assumed that soon we would head into the bathroom to continue but he gave me his sport coat to wear. He insisted that I leave my heels on and took me outside. I was concerned that someone would see me in a slightly-too-large sport coat that came barely below my bottom but I did as he said. We got in his car and I immediately extracted his cock and licked and sucked. Hmmmm! We drove for about 15 minutes. I had no idea where we were going. Eventually, we pulled into a dirt road off the main highway. I looked up. We were in a wooded area, in a slight hollow with no houses or other structures in sight.
He asked me to remove the sport coat and get out. I resisted. He insisted that no one would see us because this was his recreation land and no one could come along without our hearing them. I got out and looked around. I sort of liked the idea of being naked in these woods. It was warm enough. I slipped off the sport coat and handed it to him, arching my back to push my breasts forward and up. He tossed the sport coat in the car and shut the door.
“Walking in those shoes will be a little difficult but I’d like you to try, please,” he almost pleaded. I really had little choice. He was walking toward a small clearing maybe 20 yards away.
“Do you have to go? I mean, do you need a pee?” He surprised me with that question.
“Not really, just a little,” I told him. I had almost forgotten the water sports, I was so involved in my exhibitionism and the outdoors.
“Stay here. I’ll get another beer,” he said. He returned to the car, opened the trunk and got two cold beers from a cooler. He asked that I dance for him.
It was hard in the heels on the grass but I was enjoying displaying myself for him. I was imagining that I was years younger and on a stage with dozens of eyes following my every move. He took out his cock and soon was stroking it. This fired my imagination even more and I continued to move to the beat in my head. After several more minutes, I did have to go.
“I need to go now,” I announced. His eyes had seemed glazed but now he looked at me with a hunger, an eagerness.
“You want to pee?”
“Yes,” I said.
“All right. Come over toward me and squat down.”
I walked toward him until he held up his hand to signal that I should stop, maybe five feet away. I felt funny about squatting. I would be completely revealed to him. Still, I sort of liked that idea. I wanted him to see everything. He already had, of course. We had showered together and he had opened my pussy lips to lick and suck me. But this was somehow different. I was putting on a show. Before, we had both been participants.
As I squatted down, I put my hands on my legs just above the knees, then behind my head. I shook my shoulders to make my breasts jiggle. I felt proud as I watched his eyes explore my body. Then, I felt the urge.
“I’m going to do it now,” I told him. He started to stroke harder.
First, a few drops came, then a dribble, then a stream. As it hit the grass and dirt, I felt droplets splash on my feet and lower legs. I felt positively obscene! I loved the feeling of complete degradation. As my stream slowed, I watched as Rob suddenly tensed and took a deep breath, closed his eyes and threw his head back. His hand stroked with an urgent beat. Then he spewed his milky sperm into t