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Why not…

Why not…Why not…I was a single guy in my mid 30s, and had recently broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years. My libido had always been high, but now it was getting out of hand (pun intended!). I was running around more and more with my pants sticking out in front as if I had a kid’s softball bat in there.
My heart wasn’t yet into finding a new girl because I was still kind of raw from the breakup with Melissa. That didn’t keep me from needing sex, though. That night I had just dined at a Mexican restaurant near city-center, and was driving home, wishing for some kind of interesting diversion.
On the way, I noticed an seedy adult arcade that I’d seen several times but never visited. They were advertising that you could watch a selection of hard-core videos in the privacy of your own booth. I am not into porn, the fake chicks and tits do my head in, but tonight, that sounded better than just going home and wanking off, and I was in no mood for a bar.
I was thinking to myself, “What the Hell?” and turned in. Feeling nervous, but already getting horny, I had to rearrange old “Cliff” in my pants to minimize my own “show” before I went in.
I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. I browsed around the books and videos for a while, the explicit pictures and words making me harder all the time. My right hand slipped into my pocket so I could press and squeeze my nearly seven-inch, circumcised pride and joy without being too obvious about it. Paranoid? Naaah. But the good smoke was making my body more sensitive than usual — especially my cock.
I noticed that most people there were guys, but there were a couple of attractive women, too. That surprised and excited me, even though they were with their guys. It was just sexy and exciting to think that some women enjoyed this, too.
Sooner or later, everyone seemed to gravitate to the arcade. I watched a few get tokens at the counter before they went in. “Time for action,” I thought to myself, so I went over and got ten bucks’ worth, wondering if that would be enough. I figured it would, since I was already so damned horny.
I sauntered over to the arcade trying to look as casual as I could. Yeah, right! Like no one was going to know I was about to go into a booth and masturbate my hot rod to a roaring climax, or maybe two. Like anyone even cared. They were all there for the same reason: to get their nuts off.
I entered through a hallway where the movies were advertised with colorful empty video cartons displayed in a glass case built into the wall. The pictures of women were all great, and the men all well hung. Although I’m not gay, like most guys I admire handsome cocks when I see ‘em. And, a couple times in my life I had taken advantage of opportunities to fool around with a guy. Anyway, a sign explained that the number on each carton was the channel on which that video appeared.
As I scoped out the triple-X action on the cartons, Cliff was starting to ooze right through my shorts onto my pants. I knew I had to get some relief or my pants would have big spots all over the front. So, I walked on into the arcade’s long, very dim hallway, which was lined with a series of doors. Some were ajar, and I chose one of those and entered the little booth.
There was a very low-wattage light bulb that was on but there was a switch if you wanted to turn it off. I checked where to drop the coins and where the seat was, latched the door, and fed a handful of tokens into the machine. The video snow changed immediately to a clear picture of a couple fucking. My face got all hot and flushed — aided by the fine weed, no doubt — as I watched for a minute before turning off the light and sitting down in the plastic chair. Then I flicked through the channels until I found a video I liked better.
It showed a very pretty, golden-haired girl spread on the edge of a hot tub moaning as her guy was licking her clit, rubbing her belly and squeezing her butt. “Ah, yess,” I sighed as I dropped my pants and pulled my big woody out through the opening in my shorts. I let my full balls hang over the bottom of the fly of my shorts. I liked that because it put pressure on the bottom of my balls, which always intensified the pleasure of masturbation. I started stroking him up and down as I stared at the action onscreen.
The woman in the video was still moaning and sighing as I stroked myself, getting wetter and wetter with my lube juices; but soon my stoned brain realized that I was hearing more than one set of feminine moans and sighs. At first I was too busy getting into the slippery feel of my fist on my leaky cock to pay much attention, but after a few minutes it got through to me that the sound seemed to be coming from next door. I looked around the booth to see why those moans were so clear.
For the first time I saw an opening in the side wall, about six inches square. “Ah Ha!” I thought. Bending a little, I looked through the hole into the adjoining booth. The light from the screen there let me see the bare round bottom of what I was sure was a woman moving back and forth a little. Cliff jerked up even higher at the thought of a fine naked female ass right there in front of my eyes… Cliff’s way of saying, “Yummmmm, gimme some of that!”
As I looked more closely, I saw she was giving head to the proud cock of a guy seated on a bench in front of her, just like the bench in my booth. My hand squeezed my meat harder as I watched and pumped back and forth along the length of him a few times. Watching this action, I suddenly was hotter than I could remember ever being. I was breathing hard, and felt like I could tear down that damned wall.
I let out a husky groan. My fellating neighbor must have heard me through the opening. She glanced my way, then moved her bottom over to the opening I was gazing through and shook her cute little ass almost in my face. I took that to mean she wanted some attention, so I reached through and palmed her fine butt, which had the effect of causing her to sung up against my hand in pleasure and breathe a soft, “Oh, yessss, baby!” But it was loud enough for me to hear and the acknowledgment from her only made me squirt more lube.
Encouraged, I moved my hand all over her round ass and up and down the crevice between those globes, then down lower between her cheeks to her pussy. My middle finger extended under her looking for her slit. I found it and slid my finger back and forth along her lips.
She was sopping wet, and spread herself for me by squatting down a bit and pushing back even more. That let me slip my finger into her fairly deep, then I added a second finger, eliciting an, “UmmmmmmMMM!” from her stuffed mouth. Her pussy was very snug, even with all her squishy juice, and there was indeed lots of that.
At that instant, I would have given the world to get Cliff inside this hot and sexy girl’s inviting box. As if she could read my emotions, she pressed her butt firmly back against the wall, my fingers still inside her. She bent down further over the cock she was sucking, trying to raise her ass and cunt to a position where I could fuck her. I quickly got the idea — Hell, I’m no dummy!   and stood up, pointed my raging erection through the opening and rubbed it around slickly on her bottom.
We were both hot for each other and we adjusted our stances so that my helmeted glans — which felt like it was about to burst — soon found her slit and slipped inside her one or two inches. God, but she felt like liquid fire in there, and I was mad to plunge myself into her all the way.
But the damned wall, although only a couple inches or so thick, limited how deep I could get Cliff into her. I raised up on my toes and pressed my belly tight against the wall to get as far up her pussy as I could, straining my loins forward to the max. I got maybe three inches into her then, and just did those little “almost movements” inside her, concentrating on expanding and compressing my cock by my squeezing butt and pumping blood into Cliff.
She started contracting and releasing the muscles inside her pussy around me. She was very good at it, because those soft, hot folds lining her sweet hot cunt massaged my meat better than any hand ever could. She was about to suck the cum right out of me with her convulsive squeezing, even with such a shallow penetration. I whispered, “Let me come over there.”
But she said, “No,” and then, suddenly, she pulled away from my cock, leaving Cliff jerking in thin air. “Nooooo,” I moaned. “Please, noooo, baby.”
But almost immediately, I felt heat and wetness on my shaft again, this time deeper, and with the distinctive roughness of a tongue on the Oh-so-damned-sensitive underside of my helmet-glans. She seemed to like that — natural, I guess, since I have a bulbous, well- defined helmet with a wide glans, just made for a woman’s mouth to enjoy in several ways, as well as being perfect for scraping the sidewalls of a pussy on the outward stroke.
“God have mercy,” I thought. “She’s going down on me, now.” With her mouth, she could suck me more deeply than with her pussy in this awkward through-the-wall arrangement. I felt like I had smoked about a quarter-pound of hash and had gone to paradise like one of the characters from the Arabian Nights. From her back-and- forth movements and little grunts, I was sure she was being fucked from behind by her partner. That thought made it even hotter.
Pressed up against that wall, moaning, lost in pleasure, my prick inside her soft, sweet, fiery mouth, I felt my cum rising and whispered loudly to her, “I’m gonna cum, girl,” thinking maybe she’d pull off. Instead, she mumbled what I took for an okay, not stopping her action but increasing her suction. Then I lost it, squirting four or five long streams of my overheated cream into her waiting throat. She obviously wanted it, loved it, even.
She didn’t hesitate, but took it all and sucked even harder until I was drained and ready to collapse. That climax had felt like a fire hose squirting, and if anything was left she sucked the last drop from me. Only then did she let me go, making a kissy-slurpy sound as Cliff slipped from her still-sucking mouth.
I bent and could only whisper a husky, “God, thank you, girl … that was the best I ever had,” through theopening. Her hand brushed my cheek as if to say, “You’re welcome,” and I took that soft hand and kissed it with as much passion as I could muster in my weak state.
Then, she disappeared from my view as the three of us made ourselves presentable to the real world again. I just sat there for a few minutes, getting my breath and regaining my strength, letting my overstrained leg and stomach muscles recover. Then I opened the door and went out. I noticed they hadn’t left their booth yet, so I hung around the hallway where they would have to pass, hoping to catch a glance of her in the light.
Then I saw them, and my heart did a quick jump. She was a real beauty, dark haired, short, big eyes, a cute nose, and a very nice mouth (I should have known that,right?)
Her body was obviously as good above as I knew it was below; she was well built, tits not too big but that’s the way I like ‘em, and a nice little bubble butt that I adored. I didn’t even notice him, my eyes were so full of her. As she passed, she looked at me and smiled. I wondered if she knew that I was the guy she had just blown so wonderfully. A small smile passed between us, hinting that she did, and then they left.
I can tell you that she gave me the best blowjob of my life (so far, anyway), and she was one of only two women in whose mouths I was ever able to ejaculate– and the other one I had to work hard at to make that happen.
Back to the story, I didn’t want them to think I was stalking them, so I waited a few minutes, then started to leave. As I passed the counter, the clerk said, “Hey, man, the little dark-haired lady who just left asked me to give this to the guy with the yellow shirton your way out. You see any other yellow shirts back there?”
“Nope,” I replied, taking the offered card. There was a phone number written on it. I could only guess what that number might lead to. Would I call it? What do youthink? I’m not stupid, after all.
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Afternoon Delight

Afternoon Delight

It had been a long time since Dave had taken an afternoon off. He thought it would be nice to surprise  his wife with a midweek lunch. As he drove home he noticed  how  different the neighborhood looked when  everyone was at work.   Pulling  into the driveway,  Michael wondered what his wife really did all day when she is home alone.                    
He decided to sneak into the house as quietly as possible so he could  catch  the look of shock on her face when he surprised her.  As he  slipped  into the house, he noticed a pair of pink panties lying on the floor in the front hall. Dave bent down to pick them up and noticed that the silky underwear was very damp in a certain area. He sniffed at the crotch, he knew that scent. That was not the scent of a woman doing house- work,  that was the scent Samantha only had when she was very excited.  The first thought he had was ‘I have to make these afternoon visits a lot more often!’                    
Turning the corner towards the living room, he saw her.   She was lying in their overstuffed chair directly across from him.   Dave was standing next to their bookcase in the hall, and had a birdseye view of his wife, yet she couldn’t see him. Samantha was reclining in the chair, her long hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, was hanging loose on her shoulders. He stood there silently waiting for her next movement. She had her eyes closed as she began to caress herself. Beginning at her neck, she then moved her hand down and gently caressed her chest,  rubbing both  breasts at the same time, but avoiding contact with her sensitive nipples for the moment.  Dave knew how much she loved having her tits played with when they were fucking, he could not wait to see what she’d do next.                    
During their years together, Dave and Samantha had masturbated in front of each other. This was something that they both  took pleasure in but this was different, Samantha was playing with herself thinking no one else was around.                    
Dave could tell how excited she was getting. Her nipples were as stiff as he had ever seen them and she was starting to  breathe a little heavier. Samantha began to lightly rub and pull on her nipples now, moaning a bit as she touched herself. At the same time, he noticed how she kind of rubbed her legs together while she touched her tits. It seemed to heighten her pleasure. 
She slowly snaked her right hand down her stomach and softly touched herself between her legs, with her other hand still fondling her stiff nipples. Samantha  brought her hand up from between her legs, noticeably wet, and sniffed them. The fragrance seemed to increase her desire. At the same time, Dave  sought the panties that he’d found on the floor up to his nose to inhale her aroma. He instantly become aware of how tight his pants felt.                    
Samantha slid back a bit more in the chair and spread her legs a bit, licked one of her fingers and placed it back between her legs. She moaned slightly and shuddered as she touched herself. Dave noticed her chest becoming flushed. Her other hand moved down between her thighs to open herself up to her touch. Dave watched as his wife pleasured herself right in front of his eyes. He couldn’t believe how turned on she was, not to mention himself. It was all he could do to keep from lunging at her and shoving his face right between her legs, licking her just the way she liked it.                    
She was definitely turned on, he knew the signs. Her body was covered in a light, delicate sweat that began between her legs and spread outward. The way her toes curled up while she quickly moved her fingers told him that she was near the edge. Samantha loved to play with herself. Dave had known this from the early days of their relationship. She had confided in him after they began dating for a while, and by his re- action she knew that the idea of her pleasuring herself turn Dave on, so she frequently told him stories of her solo pleasures. He loved watching her masturbate in front of him, sometimes rubbing herself through her underwear to get him excited. She would keep rubbing until the crotch of her panties was completely soaked before she would come in front of him, and then she’d take off her wet panties for them both to smell. After that they would make love violently, him taking her from behind while rubbing her wet pussy with his hand until they both exploded in orgasm.                    
Samantha was about to come. Dave could tell by the familiar little animal sounds she made, and by the way her stomach quaked with her beginning contractions.  She started to rub her fingers faster and faster while holding herself open with her other hand. Her legs were sticking out straight ahead, toes curled in pleasure as her buttocks began to clench with the impending orgasm. Samantha began to moan steadily as it hit her. Dave watched as the women he loved  brought herself to an intense climax, her face wrought in the agony of pleasure. Samantha continued to rub herself, slowing down her movements as the tightening and releasing in her vagina subsided. She closed her legs and squeezed her hand into her crotch, moaning in satisfaction. Dave was in awe at how beautiful his wife looked at that moment, lying there naked with a post-orgasmic smile on her face.                    
Dave decided not to spoil her private moment. He slowly snuck back out of the house and back to his car. Pulling out of the driveway he dialed her number on the cell phone. He decided to let her know he would be home shortly and to be waiting for him wearing what she loved to greet him in, panties and a robe.

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So Romantic

So Romantic

The warm summer breeze ruffled her hair and the faint
sounds of music came from the ballroom as she stood on
the balcony overlooking the magnificent grounds of the
manor house. No matter how far she came in life, no
matter how much recognition or rewards she seemed to
gain, at these types of formal functions she still found
herself… “Bored?”
The voice startled her and she whirled to see who was
finishing her thoughts. He stood quite near, all 6’1? of
him, his brown eyes wrinkling into his smile. He was
holding out a glass of champagne.
“I saw you sneak out here. It’s a beautiful night, and
an even more beautiful view, don’t you think?”
She nodded in agreement, more than a little annoyed at
his sudden intrusion, and then turned away from him
again to resume her quiet reverie.
He had seen her alright. He’d been watching her all
night. The way she moved through throngs of people. The
way she carried herself: her dress, her hair – perfect.
The fact that she wasn’t waiflike attracted him even
further – he liked the idea of having something to hold
on to.
His eyes drank in her every move, and he had to
concentrate at times to keep his body from overreacting
and betraying his thoughts to everyone in the room. He
knew he wanted her but he just wasn’t sure how much
until he saw her there, leaning against the granite of
the balcony, in the soft bluish moonlight. Her beautiful
shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she’d
It was all he could do not to walk up to her right then
and there and begin to nibble on them. Her graceful neck
and perfect earlobes beckoned him as well. In the subtle
nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her
flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air
around him. It nearly made him weak with wanton desire.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she had turned to
look at him – her blue eyes burning into his very flesh,
one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
He realized, then, he had been sort of groaning under
his breath while watching her lean against the balcony
rail – watching the Ruebenesque roundness of her
buttocks press against the softness of her dress and her
heavy breasts strain for release from their bondage. He
quickly stuttered a “N-n-no,” as he held the glass of
champagne out to her once again, and this time she took
it from him, her hand grazing his lightly and causing
him to stir in his tuxedo pants.
“Thank you,” she said, and turned back to the view.
He cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager
asking his father for the first time to barrow the
family car, he stammered, “I’ve been watching you all
night, and there is one thing I’ve been dying to ask
“Okay,” she responded, turning seductively toward him,
carefully placing the delicate glass champagne flute on
the granite planter next to her.
He stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms,
“Would you care to dance with me?”
Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and
she threw her head back, her laughter lilting across the
terrace. “You know I will, silly…” and she melted
against him, sliding her hand into his as they began to
glide across the marbled floor like Fred and Ginger.
“I know you hate these things,” he said, nuzzling that
delicious neck he’d been lusting after all evening,
breathing deeply of her scent, “and I appreciate you
coming with me tonight. But if we don’t get out of here
soon, I’m going to take you to that cabana over
She tilted her head slightly and whispered the words he
so wanted to hear: “So, what’s stopping you?”
They had been best friends forever. They flirted with
each other all the time, were each other’s confidantes,
touchstones, and backup dates for functions just such as
this, but they had never, ever made love. Sure, they had
hinted and played at it with each other, things like
holding hands and kissing each other lightly, but had
never come to the brink – mostly because they were both
so afraid that sex would ruin their perfect friendship.
Until that very instant, he had no idea how very much
she wanted him, and she really had no idea how much he
really, truly, deeply loved her. He placed his hands on
her hips and pushed her away, looking deeply into her
eyes: “Are you kidding?”
She reached between them, placing her hand on the front
of his trousers. “What do YOU think?” She gripped him
and then she just smiled.
“I think I’m taking you home…” he said and took her
hand, leading her briskly to the car.
Her heart sank. This was NOT the reaction she was hoping
for! A million things swirled through her head, not the
least of which being that he probably thinks her to be a
whore. She was so embarrassed by her aggression that all
the way home she kept her hands in her lap and watched
out the window of the car at the scenery skirting by.
He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn’t
interested… she merely moped and answered him in
short, cryptic sentences. He knew something was wrong,
but wasn’t really sure what he had done to provoke such
a sudden “cold front” between them.
They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” she said, “about grabbing
your… you … um…” her eyes downcast so not to show
her growing fears.
He smiled, “Oh, babe… I’m not sorry! So, THIS is why
you were so quiet! No… no… no! Look at me.”
She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed
to know. Taking her face gently into his hands, he
kissed her. Not like the usual kissing-his-sister peck,
but a long, slow, deep kiss borne of his escalating
His tongue found solace in her mouth and in doing so,
his hands slid from her jaw to her shoulders and then
down to her breasts. He took them into his hands and
through her dress slowly ran his thumbs across the
nipples until they stood out. Completely confused, she
broke the kiss and stepped back, “I don’t understand. I
offered myself to you at the manor house, and you chose
instead to bring me home…”
He pulled her to him one more time, kissing her deeply
and taking her hand in his. He slid it to the front of
his trousers, and in a breathless whisper said, “Yes,
and I believe this is where we last were…” He looked
at her face. Her brow was knitted in a confused mixture
of want and fear, yet she didn’t move her hand. Instead,
her fingers curled gently around him, her thumb brushing
casually at his rapidly hardening cock, causing him to
“Explain to me, please, what is going on?”
He gazed at her intently, and then softly said, “Look, I
didn’t want to make love to you for the first time in a
cabana at a party. I didn’t want to be rushed or fear
discovery. I want to take my time, to show you…” His
voice trailed off as she turned to unlock the door.
“Show me what?” she asked as they breached the threshold
of her house.
His hand reached for her once again, turning her so she
could see and hear him clearly, “Show you how much I
love you.”
He lifted her into his arms. No, she was not a small
girl, but he had been working out in anticipation of
just such a moment. He carried her into her bedroom (he
had been to her house a million times in the years
they’d known each other, so he knew where he was going),
and they tumbled onto her bed… laughing… more like
the old friends they’d always been than new lovers they
were about to become.
She turned on a small bedside lamp, which threw just
enough light around the room that she felt comfortable.
He rose from the bed and quickly pulled off his tux
coat, his tie, shoes, and socks; she leaned back on the
bed on her elbows, watching him strip. She drew a sharp
breath when he removed his shirt: she had fantasies of
how his body must look under his clothing – she had
danced with him a million times and felt how his body
felt against her, but now she was truly seeing it for
the first time. He wasn’t weight-lifter perfect, which
suited her just fine.
She loved the way his chest and stomach came together
with a line of feathery hair. His shoulders and arms
were just right for holding her when she needed him. She
licked her lips in anticipation of what the trousers
held! His hands moved to undo the belt, but she stopped
him with a soft, “no.”
He looked at her, wondering if she was rethinking this
whole thing, then she finished with, “please… c’mere
and let me…” Stepping forward, he shivered as her soft
hands touched his bare skin for the first time.
She placed her warm hands against his stomach, feeling
his breathing quicken and hearing him groan in
anticipation. She opened his pants, pressing them over
his hips, and catching his underwear with her hands on
the way down. He was now fully exposed to her and she
leaned forward, kissing him on each hipbone with a soft,
sucking kiss. She took his cock into her hands and
looked up at him, “Is this what you want me to do?” she
asked while stroking him gently.
“No…” he croaked.
“Is this?” she said, taking a long, hot lick of the
shaft, “what you want me to do?”
He swallowed hard, “U-u-u-hhhhh… it’s good… oh god
it’s good… but no…” He took her head into his hands
and said, “Please suck me …” and he thrust his cock
forward into her hot mouth.
She had already wet her lips, so he slid easily back and
forth over them as she laved him with her tongue. She
concentrated on just the right amount of pressure and
before long, he was pushing her away… begging her to
stop. “Honey, I’ll cum too soon and I want to make love
to you…”
He knelt down in the floor in front of her. Kissing her
collarbone, he reached around for the zipper of her
dress, and once it was undone, he slid her dress
carefully from her and hung it neatly over a chair. He
uncoupled her bra, reveling in the weight of her large
breasts in his hands. He nibbled and suckled at her
nipples, causing her to moan and squirm … yet he had
so much farther to go!
He slowly rolled her stockings off each of her legs,
kissing her toes as he finished. He pushed her onto her
back and, taking her hips into his hands, carefully
peeled her panties from her. The wetness in the crotch
was evident and she blushed hotly when he held them to
his nose and commented on it. “You smell heavenly…
let’s see how you taste…” he said, kneeling before her
She felt him put pressure on the inside of each knee,
asking without words for her to open herself up to him.
His hands skimmed up the insides of her thighs and she
felt them come to rest on either side of her slit, his
thumbs gently opening her even more to his gaze. She
closed her eyes in anticipation, but she was totally
unprepared for the sensation of his mouth on her at
last. “Oh, GOD…” she moaned and arched against him as
his tongue found it’s mark.
He smiled, bemused at her reaction, “MmmmmMMmmm, you
taste good…” and he lowered his head once again to
drink from her.
She reached down with her hands, running them through
his hair, encouraging his every move, pulling his mouth
closer and closer to her, his tongue deeper. She came
and came, and he seemed to never tire. His senses were
overloaded: her tangy sweetness on his lips and tongue,
her soft moans echoing in his hears, her body heat
radiating against his face, and inside he felt as if he
would burst if he didn’t fill her soon.
He lifted his head as he slid his fingers into her,
brushing her clit incessantly with his thumb until she
was cumming again, wanting to watch her skin flush as he
felt her pulse around them. He kissed his way softly
from her thighs, to her hips, over the gentle curves of
her belly to her breasts. He lay against her chest,
listening to her heart beat wildly, and suckled at her
magnificent breasts. She reached and stroked his hair as
he did so, basking in the glow of her orgasms.
Coming down from the heights of pleasure, she suddenly
realized he could see her naked body in the lamplight
and began to feel extremely self-conscious. So she
extricated herself from under his ministrations, finding
solace in the bedcovers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, afraid he’d done something
terribly wrong. She sat there, the covers pulled around
her, gripping her arms around her knees, and began to
“I’m afraid…” she choked out, her voice quivering.
He looked incredulous, “Afraid of ME?!?”
“No… afraid of THIS. Afraid of tomorrow. Afraid of you
seeing me… naked… and everything that’s wrong with
me! Will we still be best friends, or will you look at
me differently?”
“Come here,” he said, sliding under the covers and
holding his arms out to her. “I have wanted to make love
with you longer than you know. I will go to my grave
loving you, whether we continue or whether we don’t, and
we only will continue if you are ready…”
She slid into his side, wrapping her arms around his
middle, holding on for dear life. He felt her trembling
against him, and he tipped her face up so that he could
look into her eyes. “Do you want to make love with me?”
In response, she grasped him firmly enough around the
waist that when she rolled onto her back, she carried
him with her and he wound up over her, staring down into
her beautiful blue eyes.
His hands touched her soft blonde hair, brushing it from
her forehead, then his thumb gently wiped the remaining
teardrop from her cheek. They remained that way for a
moment, just gazing at each other… then came the kiss.
It was a kiss her mother had always told her about:
soft, deep, insistent… carrying all the love this man
had held in his soul for this woman for all this time.
She welcomed him between her thighs and they both moaned
into each other’s mouths when his body became part of
“Ahhhhhh…” she sighed, feeling every nuance of him
sliding deeply into her, his mouth found her pulse on
her neck, and he kissed her over and over there. He held
still inside her for a moment, rising to watch her face
contort and feeling her body grip him in ways he’d only
dreamed of.
Slowly, rhythmically, he took control of her… sharply
biting at her nipples, suckling her earlobe, kissing her
hotly… bombarding not only her body but her soul with
“Ohhhhh… I’m going to CCCUUUMMMMMMmmmmm…” he felt
her squeeze and gush around him, he gripped her ass and
pulled her closer to him so that he could feel every
ripple. She felt so good to him when she would roll her
hips against him just so… in fact, so good that he
felt himself getting close to the brink himself. He
whispered hoarsely, “Babe, I want to cum inside you. I
want you to feel me…”
She looked into his eyes and saw what she had been
looking for her whole life. “Take me with you…” she
whispered, and he ground himself deeply into her,
knowing he was pushing her over the edge, too.
She felt his first pulse before he made any sounds.
“Uuhhhhggggggg…” his drawn-out groan filled her ears
as his offerings filled her body. “Cum for me… I can
feel you…” she pushed herself more tightly against
him, his pulsing cock opening up a flood inside her
Every throb and thrust brought his voice into her head,
“God, you feel so good…”
“Can you feel me cumming?”
“HHHGGGGGGNNNGGG…” With his last moaning push, she
came against him … with him… a more peaceful, easy
cum that finally satisfied her yearning.
He held his softening cock inside her, feeling her heat
and their mutual juices mingling around him. He raised
himself up on his arms so that he could look at her
below him, her face flushed from the pleasure, and love,
she’d just received.
“God, you’re beautiful!” he whispered… and the tears
began to roll from her eyes once again. He had never
said such things to her, although they had been close
for years, but the tone in his voice and the glow in his
eyes told her that he had actually thought it for a long
“Please don’t cry, my love…” he kissed her softly on
her forehead, then rolled over and took her once again
into the hollow of his arm, holding her close.
“Regrets?” she asked, fearing his answer.
“Yes,” he said and felt her tense against him… he
stroked her back and hip gently with his hand as he
spoke. “I regret I waited so long to tell you how I felt
and to make love with you!”
She snuggled back up to him, listening to his rhythmic
breathing and his heart beat against her cheek. “Me
too,” she thought as she drifted off to sleep in his
arms. “Me, too!”

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Bad day Good

Bad day Good
Andrea had just pulled into her driveway and got out of her car; I could tell she’d had a rough day at work, as I watched her walk laboriously to her front door, smiling to myself because I knew she’d soon need my talents.
Andrea is a great neighbor and wonderful friend; her great body and knockout looks certainly didn’t hurt any either. I’d seen her naked, even had sex with her, many times, still I lay awake at night dreaming, of her scintillating eyes, full lips, double D breasts and perfect, tight body. I loved the aroma of her arousal, and her body in general before, after, and during our sessions … “Oh God, she’s hot!”
A ring of the doorbell snapped me out of my reverie and lo-and-behold, as I answered the door, it was she. She asked me to give her a really good massage and to make her as comfortable as possible. I told her to come in and follow me to the bedroom. 
“Now, take off your clothes; let me look at your body.”
Andrea did without question and walked over to the bench. She felt the leather pads on the tiers, appraising the new addition to my humble apartment,
“This one is nice, Lev, and the lower tiers make it easier to get on.”
“Yeah, I know, makes it very convenient,” I said with a smile. She got on and stretched out, face down on the pillow; her luscious ass looking amazing as the light through the window silhouetted it perfectly. I got a tube of oil from the cabinet in the left tier of the bench and squirted a liberal amount on her back; she moaned as its texture cooled her skin. I massaged the oil into her back, rubbing and kneading firmly as Andrea moaned,
“Oh God, Lev, I love your fingers, this feels so good!”
Putting the tube into a cabinet in the left tier, I rubbed slow broad circles over her back, patting her lithe skin firmly as I moved down her body, letting thelotion sooth her muscles, kneading her voluminous ass cheeks, squeezing and working Andrea’s butt muscles fondly, continuing down her right leg. She shifted and whimpered a little as my fingers glided over her warm skin. I patted my way up her legs and got another chance to massage her admirable cheeks. Just then I remembered her request for maximum relaxation and gave her ass a final squeeze as I leaned forward to her ear,
“You ready for the real fun, baby?”
Andrea giggled devilishly and wiggled down the bench a little in anticipation. She then bent her knees up to her waist spreading her cheeks and presenting her holes to me wonderfully; I leaned forward and kissed her perineum, savoring this moment. I gave her ass a series of firm smacks all over her voluptuous cheeks. Andrea squirmed as my hand slid through her creamy seam and caressed her throbbing clit with my middle finger; she was drenched with her juices. I gave her pussy a few stern love-pats, which got her whimpering and squirming.
“My! We are enjoying this, aren’t we?”
I moved to her right side, raised my hand, and brought it down on her sinewy cheeks harder this time; she yelped as the blow landed with a crisp smack. Andrea writhed as I planted several more hard thwacks to her majestic cheeks.
“Oh god, that feels so good, baby!”
Her back arched as my hand landed over her pussy a few times, and her cheeks were getting pretty warm, so I stopped to knead and caress her hot, stinging ass. Andrea slowly relaxed her back and shifted comfortably on the bench as my hand parted her pussy lips and I pressed into her clit with my middle finger. She cooed and pushed back into my hand.
“That’s it, baby, accept the sting, and relax … you’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
I softly stated as I lifted my hand away from her rounded skin and reiterated my hard smacks. After spanking her firmly for the next few moments; I could feel her muscles relaxing just like I wanted. I opened a cabinet in the bench’s right leg and pulled out a cushioned paddle, rubbing little circles over her enflamed skin. Andrea cooed audibly as the cool leather glided over her steamy flesh. She practically squealed with delight,
“Oh, God, Daddy, I love that.”
I whacked her cheeks with the implement a few times; the leather making a loud crack, as her skin was oily and damp.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets!”
Andrea gasped as the instrument struck her warmed skin again and writhed, as it repeatedly landed against her stinging ass; she held her muscles tense as I kept striking her with the paddle, stopping when I saw her shoulders waver a bit; she was nearly ready. I put the paddle down and got a deerskin glove from the right cabinet. Reaching up, I felt her pink buns, and they were very warm to my touch. I got another tube of the oil from the other cabinet, and put the glove on to caress her radiant ass, kneading lovingly. Squirting some more oil on her pink skin, rubbing it all over her vibrant bum.
“Ready for the finale, baby?”
Andrea looked over her shoulder with a smile and a wink of her gorgeous eye, and arched her back again, bracing herself. She waved her delicious ass at me.
“Hit me with your best shot, baby.”
Putting the glove back in the cabinet, I took hold of the paddle, and thumped it against her voluptuous cheeks; it landed with a loud smack. Andrea yelped and squirmed, but stayed on the bench ready for more wallops. I reared back and let the paddle fly, striking her buttocks with the face of the implement. She grunted with every hard, stinging impact but didn’t try to get away. After a few droning moments, Andrea collapsed on the bench with an audible sigh. Her flaming, crimson buns were two majestic, red mounds outlined beautifully in the streaming sunlight, and her juices dripped copiously from her exhausted cunt as she breathed in and out.
Her whole body was on fire as I ‘d hoped, and her breathing was rapid and deep. I lay my head against her right butt cheek and felt it’s red-hot radiance, breathing deeply as I covered her cunt with my mouth; my first two fingers on my right hand slid easily and deeply into her relaxed, wet asshole, pumping her tenderly as she came violently, and I drank every drop I could get, milking her with my fingers. Andrea looked back at me through tired eyes and smiled broadly,
“Thanks, baby, I needed that.”
I kissed her anus and grinned, then helped her slide off the bench into my lap, glad I was in a wheelchair, so she could recline as I took her over to the bed and lay her face down on the sheet, rubbing her butt and whispering in her ear.
“Rest now, baby; you’ve earned it!”

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Summer Daze

Summer Daze
I met this very tall and very pretty blonde girl through a mutual friend. We were both in our early twenties. I suggested that we spend a day at the beach, so I came by to pick her up one very hot August day. She got in the car wearing a cute little bikini and a pair of sneakers. She was so hot you wouldn’t believe! Well, we hit the beach and headed to a secluded spot.
I spread out the blanket, and she kicks off her sneakers and stretches out. I took off my t-shirt and sandals, and stretch out next to her in my Speedos. We talked for a while. The sun was brutally hot.
Suddenly she says, “Would you mind if I take off my top? The sun’s great today and I want to get an overall tan!”
Mind? Heck, no!
She removes her bikini top, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts and then she lay back down. Being tall and thin, her breasts weren’t very big, but they were lovely.
We talked some more. I gazed out at the ocean for a while and when I looked back over to her, she had inched down her bikini bottoms just a little, revealing the very top of her pubic hair.
She noticed me looking and said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just can’t stand tan lines.”
Since there was nobody else around, I said, “Well, why don’t you just take ‘em off then. I’m a big boy.”
She looked, “Oh, I don’t know. I mean…what if somebody sees me?”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s nobody around.” I replied.
“Well… okay,” she answered, and she peeled off he bikini bottoms, put them in her beach bag and lay back down on her back next to me. She was completely nude except for sunglasses.
I turned to her, “You know, it’s so hot, I would take off my Speedos if I didn’t think that it would embarrass you.”
She replied, “Go ahead, I won’t be embarrassed.”
Okay, I thought, and started to peel them off. Then I stopped. I mean, I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of weirdo. “Are you SURE you won’t be embarrassed?” I asked again.
“Oh, go ahead, get rid of them, I want to see what you’ve got under there anyway!” she answered.
All right, you got permission, I thought. Remaining on my back, I lifted up my butt and stripped off my Speedo, uncovering balls and penis in full bloom.
She glanced over at me and said, “Yikes!” then stretched back out in a prone position again. Our bare hips were touching. She started to play footsie with me with her long, sexy toes. Then she inched her hand over toward my stomach, went lower, and I flinched when she started playing with my dick.
I inched my hand over to her pussy and started to finger her in return.
After about ten minutes of mutual pleasure, she turned to me and whispered. “C’mon, do it to me, daddy.”
No one was around, so I rolled over on top of her. Spreading her legs and I pushed into her and started pumping.
“Oh OH OH YES!” she groaned.
The hot sun was making us both sweat like crazy and we were soaking wet. While I pumped, she grabbed my face and gave me a big, juicy, French kiss.
“Cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy,” she whispered over and over.
After a few minutes, we both came and I swear the earth really did move!
After a bit I pulled out, and rolled over on my back beside her again. Still on her back, she playfully reached over and grabbed my slimy and somewhat deflated dick. “Kinda shrunk, huh?” she said.
We both laughed and ended up repeating the same scene two more times that afternoon without a soul getting within 500 yards of us.
Eventually, she said, “Boy, I’m a little sweaty. I sure could use a shower.” So we got dressed, and headed back to my apartment. We stripped off and got into the shower.
We were making jokes and laughing constantly. “Sheesh, do you smell, lady!” I kidded as I washed her.
“And you’ve got a sandy butt,” she said as she washed my cheeks.
I picked up her big, long foot and stuck it next to my nose, then pulled it away. “Yuck, do your feet STINK!” I teased.
“Oh yeah?” she said, going to her knees. “You got a big, dirty DICK did you know that!” and she started to scrub it vigorously.
“Hey, you’re gonna make me CUM!” I said.
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it? You dirty little boy!” she replied.
“Wait a minute…I…OH OH OH…” My dick was HUGE! Straining, throbbing.
Suddenly, she buried her face in it and nibbled the tip. I blew a giant load down her throat! Wow!
After catching my breath, I said, “Alright come here, young lady.” I placed one of her legs up on the side of the tub. I reached out to her bush, but she grabbed my hand and said, “Hold on, that’s private!”
“Well, it’s not PRIVATE ANYMORE!” I replied, pulled her hand away, and started scrubbing. “MMMMMMM,” she purred.
After a while, I found her clit and went to town on it.
“Oh Oh OH!” she squealed. Then I bent down, put my face in her bush and nibbled her clit. “Oh MY GOD!” she screamed. “OH, Oh Oh OH MY GOD!” she repeated and then came like Niagara Falls.
After a moment she stuck out her tongue, rolled her pretty, blue eyes to the ceiling and said, “Whew! You sure know how to wash a girl!”
We dried off, and got dressed.
Sometimes these stories end on a sad note. Not this one. I have been married to this lovely lady for thirteen years now. We have four beautiful children. And you know what? Every night, she still makes me feel like I’m 22-years-old!

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Private Investigation

Private Investigation

The relationship I used to call my marriage had ended just over a year ago and my 44th birthday was a few
days away when Ellen walked into the office. As a lawyer who had gone through a publicly humiliating
divorce and been shunned by most of polite society in town, seeing her in the office elated me.

The thought quickly passed through my mind that perhaps people were forgetting and the upscale clients I had lost were considering returning. While lots of other professionals get divorced every day not to many face public accusation of being addicted to kinky sex.

I had been using the internet for years for what I thought was safe exploration of fantasies. Things in the bedroom had never been what you read about in Penthouse forum letters but it was more
pleasurable than just whacking off alone. A continued lack of interest in sex on my part prompted my ex to hire a PI.

While I had never actually had an offline experience my online and phone sex activities were tracked down and thrown in my face right after she filed for divorce. Even though nothing specific about what the PI discovered appeared in the divorce records Kathy initially made sure that everyone knew I was “addicted to perverted sex”. As a result I agreed to a very generous settlement, got a restraining order against her from discussing me publicly or privately and began rebuilding what was left of a once flourishing law practice.

Ellen was a lovely woman a few years older than I was. When I was married she and her spouse traveled in the same social circles we had engaged in superficial cocktail banter over the years. They had what appeared to be a rock solid marriage, but as a lawyer I learned that what you see from the outside is often the worst indication of what is going on behind closed doors.

“Karen it is so nice to see you again but I must admit I’m a bit puzzled as to what brings you in here.” I
told her as she sat down in the chair across from my desk. She appeared uneasy and hesitant at first but mumbled a polite response to my initial greeting. When I asked her what brought her into the office she evaded the question completely and began quizzing me about the attorney client privilege with several questions about what office staff knew about open files. I spent about 15 minutes explaining things to her and repeatedly assuring her that whatever a client tells an attorney remains a secret and that upon a clients request office staff can be kept in the dark if need be. Despite this it was not until I assured her that an attorney could loose his license for disclosure of things a client requested to remain confidential that she relaxed.

“Adam, I have not actually done anything but I must admit I have been considering having a fling. The
problem is that I think my husband has hired someone to spy on me so he can leave me penniless. I need to know if he has hired someone and if so what I can do about it,” she blurted out rather quickly. “I hope you don’t mind but I know you have had some “experience” in with this and you were the only person I felt might be able to understand and that I could trust and who might be able to help me.”

A few days later Ellen was seated across the table from me and was as nervous and fidgety as on her initial visit to the office. I decided it was best to put her at ease right from the get go.

“Well there is absolutely no evidence that your husband has anyone following you or has been tracking your activities.” She visibly relaxed when she heard that and I gave it a moment to sink in and let her enjoy the relief. “However,” I added “the PI did turn up some things that could be hard to explain.”

“Oh? Like what sort of things?” she asked with a hint of trepidation in her voice.

“Nothing serious but you recall when we asked to look at your computers?” She nodded and waited for me to continue and hesitated to let it sink in and get a better idea of how to bring this out. “Well the history on those showed some rather interesting web sites that have adult erotica or pornography on them.”

“Oh that must have been the kids playing around and surfing when nobody was looking.” she blurted out
quickly. I knew her children and while kids do surf the net I knew they were not the culprits in this
particular case.

“Now Ellen one thing you have to know is that you can trust your lawyer and you aren’t telling me the truth about that are you?”

“What do you mean?” she stammered.

“Well not all the records on the computer showed it was just web sites that had been visited. Do the names
HotBytch or SubmissiveMilf mean anything?” I asked in my most professional tone.

There was a long pause and the she said “I had no idea that those things could be traced. I was just exploring and playing around a little. You understand about that don’t you?” I nodded and she said “All of this remains confidential and you can’t tell anyone about it right?”

“Everything remains between you and me on this Ellen. I did not let the staff see anything that I was furnished with so we are the only two people in the office that are aware of it.”

“Well I’m glad that I don’t have anything to worry about.” she added with a sound of relief in her voice.
I let her sit for a few moments before I continued.

“Ellen, there is one other thing that I need to make you aware of.” Her eyebrows arched when she heard me say this and she got a little tense. I let her sit for a moment and then said, “Your cell phone records have a lot of what could be seen as suspicious calls.”

“Oh really? Suspicious in what way?”

“I don’t know exactly how to put this so may I just be blunt at the risk of offending you?” She nodded waited for me to continue. “Several times a week you were making or receive phone calls to out of state numbers. When these numbers were checked it showed they belonged to men. Based upon the time of the calls, the length and the frequency it appears that you are having what is commonly called phone sex two to four times a week while your husband is at work.”

“Oh GOD! If Jeff ever found that out he would never understand. It wouldn’t matter that I hadn’t done anything. He is so uptight about sex and anything associated with it and this would be too much for him.”
At this point she was visibly upset and seemed about to lose her composure.

I started off with the computer and told her that it would be a good idea to keep the history of it clean.
When she looked at me quizzically I took a few minutes to show her how typing in a web address stayed in the browser list until you cleared it out. Then I showed her how to keep the temporary file clean and tell tale cookies deleted.

I was quite professional but made a point of going to one of the D/s sites she visited to show her how it
left traces on the hard drive. It only took a moment for her to learn how to keep chat programs on the local
disk and not put icons anywhere on the computer that could be accidentally clicked and to make sure that any names she used were not remembered on her system.

After computer class 101 was over she understood how to keep things from being discovered there and she asked about the phone records. I explained that past phone records were what they were and could not be changed. I did tell her that if she didn’t want her future calls to be listed by number that she could do one of two things. Make sure that callers she didn’t want anyone to know about used *69 to hide the number or that each of you use a calling card.

To cover up any questions about who she may have been talking to it was suggested that she have a friend she could use as an alibi and if questions were asked about the outgoing calls to a card number just say she
thought it wouldn’t count against her minutes.

We wrapped things up when she expressed how grateful she was at how the matter had been handled and trusted that I would keep her secrets safe. With that she began to walk out and I stood there shamelessly ogling her still tight ass under the smooth fabric of her dress.She turned quickly as she got to the door as if to say something and caught me staring at her.

It was obvious I had been eyeing her but rather than say anything she put a finger to her lips like when you
are telling someone shhh and walked out. It would be several months before I saw Ellen again.

It was the middle of October when I noticed that Ellen had made a late afternoon appointment and I wondered why she was coming back in. It had been back in the spring when she was last in the office and I had not seen her on a personal or professional basis since then. I will admit that a couple of times after our initial meeting I had gone on the net to see if I could find her playing around under one of the names I had for her online fun.

While the names initially had profiles associated with them the profiles were gone within a few weeks after I met with her and I was never able to see what she was up to. She came in right on time dressed to the nines and looking incredible. I put on my best professional face, showed her in and asked her what I could do for her.

“Adam I wanted to let you know how much I appreciated your professional discretion since I was in her last spring. I really wasn’t sure about not letting anyone know the nature of the business I had with you but I am completely satisfied you kept your word and nothing leaked out” she told me.
“Ellen” I said and pointed to my degrees and license on the walls of the office, “had I breathed a word of what you came to be about those documents on the wall would have been recalled by the Supreme Court and I would be in a different line or work.”

She laughed and saying “I knew that but I had to be 100% sure and you passed the test.” Test. I asked
myself? What the hell was she talking about? I didn’t have to wait to long as she continued. “Adam I need to tell you something and I expect what I’m about to say to remain in strict confidence.”

She looked at me for an answer and after I nodded my assent she continued. “You have known Jeff and me socially for years and you are aware of how successful he has been with his insurance agency. It has paid for country club memberships, the best schools for the kids, a beautiful home, nice cars as well as a couple of cosmetic surgeries for me.”

I was aware that Ellen had gotten a boob job a couple of years back and took just a second to let my gaze
drop to her well rounded and full breasts. She noticed and continued, “Beautiful aren’t they?” point to her
tits. “I had these done hoping that Jeff would take more interest in me but it was a lost cause. For years
I have lived in a marriage that provides me with all the material luxuries most young girls’ day dream
about, but it’s come at a price.”

I sat there and listened as she spoke of a marriage that was seemingly devoid of passion and intimacy. Her
husband loved to show her off, take her places or let her be the charming hostess for their friends but that
was about the depth of their relationship. His life revolved around his business, the golf course and
college football.

She had tried everything to get him to pay more attention to her and her needs but after 20 years and
no results she had resigned herself to live a financially comfortable but emotionally and sexually
unfulfilling life. To be honest it was a story I had heard before but usually in the context of someone
going through a divorce and that wasn’t the case here.

“Ellen, I don’t know exactly where this is going or what you may need my services for. I am not a marriage counselor. I am a lawyer and I learned a long time ago that my business was more concerned with busting fences that mending them.”

“Be patient with me a few more minutes Adam and I will explain everything. When I am through I will tell you what I need from you and will give you a day or two to think about things before you decide. Okay?” I nodded and she continued. “I am not interested in marital counseling. My lot is cast and this is the life I intend to live as long as possible, but quite simply it’s not enough.

“A few years ago I started using the internet at home for e-mail and ordering things. I got a lot of junk
mail about sexually oriented material on the net and finally decided to just take a look at some of it on a
lark. It did not take long until I had a sexual reawakening and got a taste of the things I was missing
in life.”

“Initially it was enough to surf a few adult sites, read erotica and let what I discovered there add fuel
to a rapidly expanding fantasy life. It was not long before I discovered chat rooms and the cyber sex that
is associated with those places. It took me a couple of years and hundreds of requests to have phone sex with someone before I decided to try it. I hate to admit it but I was hooked on the sexual high I got after the first time I talked with someone on the phone and masturbated with and for them.”

Her admissions were taking me totally by surprise but I knew exactly what she was referring to from personal experience. “I have fended off more offers for illicit offline meetings than I can count but I find that I am drawn more and more towards those thoughts becoming a reality. The problem is that it is just too damn risky. I don’t want to jeopardize the life I have pursuing sexual fulfillment. I think you know that the costs of that can be especially high.”

“Yes Ellen. Pursuing those desires can be quite costly in the wrong circumstances. I’m reminded of that every time I make the payments on the mortgage taken out on this place to pay Susan’s share of the property settlement and mail out those monthly alimony checks to her. But I still am not exactly sure of where all this is going.” I said in complete confusion.

“Adam, I want to have an affair but I need to know that no matter what happens it will be nothing more than the pursuit of sexual thrills and that the chances of anything being discovered are virtually eliminated. The problem is finding a man who is able to keep things totally discreet and be open to exploring sexual
fantasies and taboos as a consenting adult and not get all mushy and fall in love the first time he gets his
cock sucked.”

I sat there in utter disbelief that she was revealing all this to me and then the shock set in when she
dropped the bombshell. “Adam, I think you are THE man I want to have that type of affair with. No strings attached, no promises, no tomorrows, just pursuit of passion and desire with no limits or holds barred. Does that shock you?”

I sat there in my chair with thoughts racing through my mind at a million miles a minute. Why me? Is she
serious? Jesus most guys would give their right arm for an opportunity like this! Is she for real with what she is saying? The list went on and on. “Ellen, I’m quite flattered at what you have said but honestly I don’t know how to take it.”

“I didn’t expect an answer right now and knew this would come as a total surprise Adam.” she said with a
wicked grin. “But you need to realize I’m quite serious in what I have said. Since I was in her last I did some checking up on you too. I know that you aren’t currently seeing anyone and as far as my PI could tell you have not had a one night stand since you and Susan divorced. That is important to me because the last thing I need to have to do is explain how I contracted an STD to my husband.”

While what she said made me a bit uncomfortable it was true. I had not had sex in over a year since my divorce and had been hesitant about getting into the dating and bar scene locally after what I had been through.

“Adam here is the bottom line. I want to us to use each other and explore all of our sexual fantasies. I’m not looking for love here. I just want a man who is not afraid of his desires or a mature woman’s sexuality and is willing to pursue things wherever they may go.

“There is not a man out there who doesn’t dream of finding a woman to do the things with that I’m offering to you. The problem is that most either can’t find it or are afraid to follow up on it. I am going to leave you now with those thoughts and this package,” she said as she placed a manila folder on my desk. “Read what is inside and consider it for a couple of days. If you are mature enough and willing to meet my needs let me know. If not I trust that you will forget this meeting ever occurred and destroy the contents of the folder.”

Before I could say a word she abruptly got up and left, leaving me in a state of total confusion and
bewilderment. After Ellen left I spent the last few minutes of my day returning phone calls and checking my calendar and files for the next day. When the office staff left I was left alone at my desk with the folder sitting there before me. I opened the top and pulled out a set of smaller numbered envelopes. They were numbered from one, two and three, with a note on number one that said read me first. I opened it and pulled out  the note.


If you are reading this you have gotten over your initial shock and opened the first envelope. I can’t
believe that I actually went through with this but I had to find someone that I thought understood and could be trusted with my innermost secrets. I hope that my initial trust was not misplaced. I need a man. Not just any man but a man who understands that a woman has the same feelings, desires and passions that he does and is not afraid to accept her and what she has to offer and still be able to respect her as a human being. Women are taught that nice girls don’t do certain things.

The result has been generations of females living out their lives afraid of their own sexuality and clueless
as to how to pursue it. Men tend to be so uncomfortable with the desires and passions of women that when they are confronted with it they resort to calling her names like slut or nympho to hide their inability to
understand what she needs or to hide their own inadequacies or fears of being able to satisfy her.

I do not believe that you are the type of man who is afraid or doubts his abilities. The second envelope
contains a list of things that I want to experience and some of my most private sexual fantasies. If you can’t keep all that I am willing to share with you hidden please don’t open either of the other two envelopes. I will write this off as nothing more than a case if bad judgment on my part and hope that you will pardon me being so forward.


After reading the first envelope there was no way I was not going to open the other two no matter what my
decision wound up being about Ellen’s offer. The second envelope contained a detailed list of Ellen’s sexual desires, fantasies and things that she wanted to at least consider trying. Reading them piqued my curiosity as well as amazed me that a woman so beautiful prim and proper could express much less be willing to act on thoughts that most would find so naughty.

The last envelope contained a contract. It was titled contract between consenting adults. Reading it I
realized it was similar to the slave contracts I had heard about with some apparent modifications. The gist
of it was that I was going to be allowed to assume sexual control over Ellen, keep our relationship
discreet and with the exception of acts that involved children, scat, blood play or left permanent marks
there were to be no limits to our sexual play.

There would be discussions of what we would try to make sure we both understood the parameters of any play engaged in. If she ever used the word pepper during our play that would served as a safe word and result in a time out. A Post It note was attached to the contract that said if I was in agreement to set her up for an appointment and we would both execute it.

I had a good idea of what all this meant and took the next couple of days thinking about it and doing some
reading online about D/s and bdsm relationships. In addition I visited a few chat rooms where there were
some discussions held and asked more than a few questions to those in there.

I discovered that while this was supposed to be a so called “lifestyle” that was open and accepting to all
types of relationships that involve a power exchange that a good many people out there were more interested in pushing their own points of view or agendas.

I decided to take Ellen up on her offer but wanted to make sure that it was what I wanted and suited my needs as well as hers. With that in mind I set her up for another late afternoon appointment the first part of
the following week.

When Ellen came in we were both a bit nervous and fidgety, like a couple of school kids at their first
boy girl dance. I started off by stating some obvious things, “Ellen we are both consenting adults here and I think we understand that the type of relationship we are apparently getting into is not one that most people in the main stream understand at all. In fact I don’t understand it completely and this is something that we are going to have to sort of find our way through together.”

“I agree with you and have enough trust in you to see if this can work out.” she said.

“Fair enough, but there are some things I want to be clearly understood before we go any further. Ready to
hear what my requirements are?” she nodded in agreement.

“The first is that either of us can always decide that it is time to end the relationship and when that occurs
we walk away, no questions asked. While we are having this relationship we both need to make sure that there is not a spillover effect into our public lives that could jeopardize either of us. By that I mean we are
going to have to box this up and pretend it doesn’t exist when we are not engaged in sexual play. I don’t
want anyone to see something that would arouse suspicions if our public relationship with each other
started to get real chummy.”

“I agree with you totally.” And then Ellen added, “But I also want to know that no matter what we will always be honest with each other about whatever is happening. This is all quite heady for me and I could not continue if my trust was violated and I don’t think you could either.”

“Trust and honesty between us is something that is going to be essential if we are going to make this
work,” I told her.

“Okay, it sounds like we are on the same page then. Anything else you can think of?” she queried.

“There is one last thing that I have given a lot of thought to and I hope you don’t have a problem with it.
It deals with how we will know whether or not it’s a good time to play or not. If I am interested in
engaging in some form of sexual play with you I will ask you ‘Missy, do you have a few minutes?’ and if you are interested you should say ‘Sir, do you have a few minutes?’ If it is a bad time for either of us then we just box it up until another time.”

She was agreeable to all of that and we both then signed the agreement. I spent the next 10 minutes just
talking in general terms with her about schedules, good times, bad times and places we felt comfortable using for our play time. It was after 5:00 and the office staff had left a few minutes earlier and I knew we were alone and would not be disturbed.

I stood up and looked at Ellen and asked her, “Missy do you have a few minutes, right now?”

“Oh God YES! I was wondering when I would hear those words for the first time,” she said breathlessly.

“Then I want you to stand up for me and do only and exactly what you are told to do.”

She got out of her chair and stood there facing me for a few moments. As she rose and stood there I took all of her in for just a moment before continuing. There she was with blonde hair, blue eyes, 36 to maybe 38 D breasts, five foot three, about 135 pounds, in a linen skirt and pale colored blouse almost panting as she waited to see what came next. “Tell me how aroused you are right now young lady.”

“Very.” she said softly with her head lowered a bit.

“Tell me exactly what you are feeling now.”

“It feels like my heart is beating a million times a minute and I’m am both embarrassed and totally turned
on standing before you right now. I don’t know that I have ever been this sexually excited before in my

“Describe that sexual excitement for me.”

“My nipples are so hard and sensitive right now them just touching the fabric of my bra is making me hotter. The crotch of my panties has gotten so wet it almost feels like I peed in them and there is more moisture dripping out as I stand here.”

“Take the backs of your hands and run them lightly over your nipples for me.” As soon as I told her that her hands went instantly to her tits and began rubbing across her extended nipples. I let her enjoy the
feeling of her hands coupled with being watched and told what to do for a few minutes before anything else happened.

“Now, turn your hands around and begin to lightly pinch and rub the nipples through your shirt.” A harsh intake of breath followed her fingers taking her nipples and starting to squeeze them. I sat there for a few more moments just watching her, noticing that her hips had begun to move slightly back and forth as she stood there.

“Look in my eyes.” I told her. “Now take one of your hands and begin to lower it toward your pussy for me.” I noticed her hand moving down as she continued to stare at me hungrily, but even if I could not have seen her hand the look in her eyes left no doubt as to the exact moment she touched her sex.

“Uuugghh,” was all she could moan when her pussy felt the pressure of her hand through her clothing. Her hips were moving back and forth more noticeably now and her mouth had opened a bit as she had started to pant.

“Oh God that feels so good,” she said as her hand made a tight circular motion in the fabric that had been
pushed up between her legs. I still just watched her as I felt my cock expand to its full length of just under
eight inches.

“Your pussy is wet and about to explode, isn’t it?” I asked as I stared into her eyes. She could only nod her head as she continued to rub herself. “You are going to need to cum soon aren’t you Ellen?”

“YES!” she replied through clenched teeth.

“You are not to cum until I tell  you to, understand?” And she nodded her head quickly to let me know. She continued to rub herself as she spread her legs apart further. Her hand would rub in a tight circular motion right where her clit was located for a moment or two and then she would run it back towards her ass and bring it back to the front in one long slow motion that applied pressure to her open and wanting hole.

“Oh please. I need it now. Let me cum,” she begged. I told her to wait until I gave her permission and then
she would be allowed to cum. For the next minute or two her hips were gyrating against her hand and I could tell if I didn’t let her cum she was going to explode on her own right in front of me.

“Now Ellen. Cum for me NOW!” When she heard that I watched in amazement as her hand began to move rapidly between her legs, giving her pussy the stimulation it was screaming for. It only took a few seconds before the first wave of her orgasm wracked her body.

“YES! OH GOD, YES! RIGHT THERE Adam! I’M CUMMING FOR YOU, RIGHT THERE!!” she said in a voice so loud it was a good thing the staff had left for the day. Anyone who had been in the office would have been able to hear her and even with the walls muffling the words there would have been no doubt from the tone in her voice what was happening behind closed doors.

I sat there rubbing my cock through my pants while she twitched and contorted as her orgasm began to subside a bit. Her hand remained between her legs moving only slightly now but those slight movements provoked a response that continue for force her hips forward and back toward and away from the source of her pleasure.

“I can see you enjoyed that, but you haven’t had enough yet Ellen.”

“Damn!” she hissed through her teeth. “I can’t believe how incredible that felt and you are right, it isn’t
enough for me yet.”

Several years ago I had a client build me a large wooden desk when he had trouble paying his bill. It was
a sturdy piece of furniture that was large enough for me to lay the contents of a file out on the surface.
With the exception of a desk blotter, a pen holder and a few other office items I made sure that it stayed
clean so that clients wouldn’t be able to see files or documents belonging to other clients.

I quickly cleared those away as I told Ellen to take off her shoes. After the desk was clear and her shoes
were off I sat down in my chair and pushed it back a few feet. “I want you to get up on the desk for me now Ellen.”

It took her only a moment to climb up and after a tentative strep or two to verify it was steady she
looked down at me. I started to lightly rub the head of my dick through my pants again and told her to begin to unbutton her shirt. She caught on quickly and began very slowly, alternating buttons until only the one in the middle remained.

She looked at me and hesitated until I nodded to let her know that the last one needed to be undone as well. Instead of opening her shirt completely she pulled the ends closer together, holding one side in each of her hands. I was enjoying the teasing when she stopped for a moment and knelt down on the desk facing me and then slowly began to open the blouse. As the fabric was slowly pulled to the side her breasts came into view.

It was obvious she had excellent taste in lingerie and the bra she had on looked like it came from an upscale women’s shop. The fabric was blue and just sheer enough that you could see her nipples through the fabric. Ellen just sat there for a moment letting my eyes feast on what was before them. When I looked up again at her face I could tell she was waiting on me before anything else happened. “Stand up Ellen and let your blouse fall of your shoulders.”

That was all it took to spur her on and I sat back and quit rubbing my cock for a bit and she turned into my
private dancer. The blouse fell silently on the desk top and she looked toward me for encouragement. A nod was all she needed to continue. Her sheer bra showed her hard nipples and she soon was rubbing them and her hips were gyrating in what appeared to be pure pleasure. I nodded at her again to let her know she
needed to keep going.

Her hands began to run across her tits and abdomen, snaking lower and lower as she wiggled in front of me. She gripped her skirt in one hand and started to pull the hem up slowly. From the way her hips were moving back and forth I could tell she was enjoying being watched and totally aroused by what we were doing.

“Ellen, take off the skirt for me now!” The words were barely out of my mouth and she had unhooked it and unceremoniously dropped it on the desk at her feet. The panties she wore matched the bra and were the high cut French kind. I looked between her legs and could see the crotch piece was wet and pressing between the lips of her open pussy. Her fingers went quickly to her sex rubbing her clit and pressing the fabric deeper into her pussy. I could hear her breathing quicken and start to come in shorter gasps, signaling she was about to cum.

“Stop now!” I told her as I looked into her eyes. She hesitated as if she were going to continue so I told
her again “STOP!! NOW!!” Her hands went to her sides and I watched her as she stood there with a bitch in heat look on her face. She was looking at me quizzically waiting and wanting something else.

I stood up and walked around my desk just taking her body in. On my second time around I told her to kneel with her face pointing toward my vacant chair. I walked around behind her and looked at her round firm ass and the crotch and how the panties were pressed tight into her pussy. I reached up and pulled the panties down, exposing her ass and pussy to the air.

When she felt the panties being pulled off she started moving her ass back and forth slightly. There was not a hair to be seen from the top of the crack of her ass to the front of her pussy and her current position all of her charms were exposed for my hungry eyes. The lips of her pussy were open showing the entrance to her cunt covered with her own juices. Where the lips met at the top they were just far enough apart to see her clit standing out all hard and deep pink in color. When I looked back from her clit her asshole sat there all nice clean and puckered and I could not resist reaching out and stroking everything I saw.

As my fingers played in the space between her asshole and clit she kept pushing back trying to get me to
insert something into one of the waiting holes before me. I toyed with here until I sensed her body
approaching another orgasm and then quickly withdrew my fingers. “You did not listen to me very well earlier did you Missy?” I asked her.

“No sir, I thought I had done EVERYTHING you wanted me to,” she replied.

“Think back. How many times did I have to tell you to quit rubbing yourself?”

“Two.” she said in a crestfallen voice.

“Are you such a slut that you cant control yourself and do what you are told when your cunt is all wet?” I
asked as I put a hand on one cheek of her ass.

“It felt so good that I got lost in it all. It was so intense and I was so close.”

“You need to be taught to heed what I tell you and I’m going to punish you for that young lady. I am going to give you six swats on the ass and I want you to count out each one as you receive it. Understand?” She nodded her head in agreement and I gave her the first one across the cheek of her ass and heard her say one as soon as she felt the sting.

I stood back just a bit and waited to see how red the flesh was going to get. While my hand did not leave a
complete imprint on her ass there was a nice spot quickly turning pink. I waited a bit so that she could
feel and enjoy the sting that comes after a good pop before I continued.

The next three swats were on different areas of her ass. Combined with the first most of both cheeks had
turned a nice rosy color and I was enjoying the control I was exerting over her almost as much as she was. I say almost because as I watch her I could see her juices start to run out of her pussy and drops had
formed on her lips. A few had fallen and were now on the top of my desk adding to the aroma of raw arousal coming from between her legs.

Before the next swat I placed a finger at the opening of her pussy and teased her a bit with the finger tip.
Each time she pushed back I made sure not to let my finger go, keeping it in contact with the outside of
her wanting sex. I took a second finger now and place it next to the first and began moving them back and
forth over her well lubed pussy. Every so often I would brush them up against her clit and it would almost send her over the edge. “You are not to cum until you are given permission. Do you understand?”

“Uh, uh,” was all that she could say in her current state of arousal.

I took the tip of one finger and placed it at the opening of her pussy while placing the other against
her tight little asshole. After placing one hand in the small of her back I started to pull her slowly back
toward my fingers, making to keep them as close together as possible. Both fingers started to gain
entry and I was surprised and how tight both holes were. I could feel the muscles in each hole spasm
slightly as the fingers slowly moved forward. When I had both of them in as deep as I could go I just held
them there enjoying the wetness, heat and the light fluttering around them. I drew them about halfway out
and paused, watching her wiggle her ass back and forth to get some movement inside her hungry body.

My other hand left her back and came down hard on one cheek of her ass as I shoved both fingers back deep inside of her. The combination almost proved to much so I left my hand on her ass to keep her still. Her head had lowered during this but she looked back between her breasts and breathed “Five”.

“I am going to slowly finger fuck you for a bit Missy. You are not to cum until you feel the last blow,” I
told her as I started to move my fingers back and forth gently inside of her. She had started moaning a bit and the smell her sexual fluids permeated the room. I began moving my fingers in longer strokes making sure to keep them at the same slow pace initially.

I watched as her lips clung to my finger as I would pull it out and would then watch her asshole greedily
suck the other one in on the forward stroke. Her breathing had gotten rapid and she was just sucking in
air through clenched teeth as I picked up the pace of the finger fucking. Her head was on the desk and she
was moving back and forth trying to push my digits deeper inside.

I paused for a second as I drew my fingers back so that just the tips were inside her and placed a third finger beside the one in her cunt. I raised my hand above her ass and brought it down hard shoving the one finger back deep in her ass and letting her enjoy the additional one going into her pussy. As I held my
fingers deeply inside of her I felt her sphincter tighten around the finger in her ass and begin squeezing it as the waves of her orgasm started sweeping through her body.

“YES! FUCK! RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE!” she started screaming. She let out a loud groan, her pussy clenched down on my fingers and I felt liquid gush out soaking my fingers and hand. She laid there with her head on the desk, ass in the air gyrating wildly seemingly lost in the throes of passion.

I wasn’t sure if she was having multiple orgasms or just one very long and intense one but I kept my
fingers deep in her until the waves of pleasure began to subside. I removed my fingers from her and she
almost collapsed on the desk and lay there prone in the puddle of her own fluids that had formed on the top. As exhausted as she was there was one last thing that she was going to do no matter what.

My cock had been sporting a raging hard for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. After watching her reaction to the finger fucking my balls had already drawn up close to my body and were ready to pop. I walked back around to the front on the desk and stood there with my crotch about level with her head.

She looked up as she heard my zipper come down and did not hesitate to take the head in her mouth as I pointed it towards her. Her warm wet tongue starting gliding over the head and my hips began to move back and forth immediately. She felt how close I was and began sucking in earnest to get me to release into her mouth.

Her tongue began moving back and forth on the sensitive underside of my cock and on each stroke up the tip would dip into the slit and wiggle. She began moving her tongue faster and soon my breath was coming in short gasps as I felt the pressure quickly build signaling my balls would empty in a moment. The first hot white spurt hit her tongue and we were both suddenly moaning.

Each jet that came out caused my hips to press forward as if I wanted the end of my dick to hit her tonsils
and the way she was using her tongue felt so good it was almost to the point of being unbearable. She kept
sucking and I could feel her mouth filling with my cum with just a little dribbling out the side of her mouth. She continued to suck until there wasn’t a drop more that was going to come out into her overflowing mouth.

As soon as the last spasm had stopped she eased my cock out of her mouth keeping her lips pressed around it until it was completely out. She then turned her head and looked up at me. I watched as she opened her mouth to show me the load I had deposited and used her tongue again to swirl it around and over her teeth.

The amount of cum was almost more than she could contain and it looked like her moving it around would
cause it to spill out. With her mouth wide Karen opened her throat and I watched as my cum slid down in one big gulp.

After clothing had been put back on, the desk cleaned up and we had a chance to catch our breath we sat down to talk before she left.

“Adam that was the most incredibly erotic thing I have ever experience. I hope that you feel the same,” she said.

“Absolutely! I want more of what we just did Ellen. The whole idea of us being able to have sex like that with no strings is quickly becoming something I am addicted to.”

We talked a bit more and then realized with the hour being so late she needed to go but would stay in touch via e-mail and see when we could get together again.