Sex Stories

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Brad

Some years ago I was working at a vacant house near a college campus doing some clean up and maintenance work. The house was right behind one of the boy’s dormitories and had previously been occupied by students. A few of the days my wife had come along to work with me since the kids were in school. It was springtime and we were finally having some nice warm weather after a long winter.

Since the house was empty, and the back yard was fenced in, my wife decided to lay out in the sun a to get an early start on her tan. By the second day of her doing this I noticed that every so often some of the boys would be looking out their windows, enjoying the springtime warmth and also looking at her.

The third day she decided to get some sun was the warmest we’d had that year, as the high was near 80 degrees. I noticed that she had settled into her lounger to soak up the sun and looked very content. She had slipped her arms out of her suit so she wouldn’t have tan lines from her swimsuit straps. I had been working inside, but came out to sit by her for awhile in the sun. I helped her put on some lotion and eventually pushed her top down to expose her breasts. When I rubbing her breasts she quickly covered them back up again. I started to tease her about showing off, and told her that I’d help her out so she wouldn’t need to worry about covering up any more. She wasn’t sure what I meant by that, but quickly realized what I was going to do when I came back from the truck with some pieces of rope.

I quickly tied her hands down at her sides, to the frame of the chair. After she was secure I once again rubbed her breasts with sunscreen and pushed her top down to her waist. She looked really nice laying there like that, all shiny with sunscreen, laying on her back with her breasts exposed to the sun, and everything else. She was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t really see her expression when I told her to enjoy the sun while I went back to work.

I went into the house to get a better chance to see if any of the students in the dorm had noticed her exposure. I watched for a few minutes as almost one that was at the window quickly left and returned with some friends. After about 15 minutes I went back out to see how she was doing. It was beginning to get quite warm now so I got her a cold drink to make her more comfortable. She was able to sit up, this blocked the boys view, and drink as I held the glass for her. She seemed to be satisfied and laid back down on the lounger.

By then she’d gotten somewhat used to being tied and exposed like that, knowing that she’d get released only when I was ready. She asked me how long I was going to leave her like that, and I told her about the audience she was gathering in the dorm. Even through the sunscreen and dark glasses I could she her blush, but she stayed flat on her back instead of trying to cover up. I began to apply some more lotion to her body, and made sure I took a long time rubbing it on her breasts. I could see that she was getting a bit turned on by now, which always loosens her up a little bit, so I kept putting more lotion on her as I continued to push her suit lower and lower.

Finally I reached the point where was rubbing the lotion in and around her pussy. I couldn’t move her suit any lower without her lifting her hips, but I didn’t think she’d let me strip her naked in front of the onlooking crowd. But she must have been even more turned on than I thought as she quietly lifted up her butt when I tugged on her swimsuit. I figured I might as well go for it so I pulled it all the way down and off her legs. I tossed it a few feet away and began to rub her clit with one hand, and pump in and out of her pussy with the other.

I couldn’t really see into the dorm without being obvious about it, so instead concentrated on bringing her to an orgasm. It wasn’t long before the combination of the warm sunshine, the suntan lotion, the exposure and my hands working her pussy, brought her to a hard orgasm. She arched her back and stiffened while I watched the familiar shudders pass through her body. Before she had a chance to settle back down I asked how she was doing, and how she felt. She finally had to admit that she was feeling good, and that she was doing fine. My response to that was to quickly get up and go into the house leaving her completely exposed, and enjoying herself in the sunshine.

Once I got into the house I was able to check all the dorm windows and was glad to see that many were occupied by groups of voyeurs that had watched her orgasm. Some of the boys had binoculars, and some of them even had out cam corders and cameras. I enjoyed watching them as there was a constant stream of activity coming and going from the windows. I left her tied in the back yard for another half hour so they could all get a good look and take pictures. But then it was time to go, so I went out and untied her, she quickly put on her swimsuit and we left before anybody decided to pay us a personal visit. I could never get her to come back and do another show, but everyday I was there I noticed that the guys kept checking out the window to see if there was any thing going on. I hope we gave them some good memories. allowed suspicion about my online activities to take over her life. She had become a private investigator of the enth degree and had actually confronted me with her suspicions. So I, too, was not too certain this would be a good idea.

Two days before the conference, I heard from her. She was sexually delirious with the idea that we could have the opportunity to renew our passion and told me she was quite anxious to connect in Philadelphia. I could not say no. I could not tell her that in the meantime I had met someone else online and had planned to meet that woman at the hotel where the conference was to be held.

I was, indeed, in a quandary.

I was a member of our football’s cheerleading squad and proudly ware the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breasts to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game.

I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasism. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful. One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s school but. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act.

Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6′ tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately.

When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and I wept and started to plead with Mr. Humphrey to reconsider his decision. He stood firm on his decision as he held his chin in his hand as he listened to my continued pleas. He know how much the squad meant to me. I said that I would acquiesce to any other form of punishment other than having to give up my position on the squad.

He than suggested that 10 firm swats with the dreaded paddle that was bored with holes would be considered to be sufficient punishment as long as I would promise never to participate in such dealings again and did not tell my parents about this form of punishment. I naturally made the promises and was happy to receive my spanking. He bent me over his leather chair and I grasped the edge of the seat as my ass was raised high in the air. He gave me one large *SWAT*. He then said, “Christy, I want you to take your punishment like a big girl —- pull down your panties.” At first I was shocked, then my face and body flushed with heat for the idea of my exposing myself was a long-held fantasy for me. I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down all the way to my ankles. The heat in my body rose to a fever pitch and I smiled gleefully at my handsome, Mr Humphrey. He must have noticed my excitement because he snapped at me to resume my position and ready myself for the rest of my punishment.

I leaned over the back of the chair again, raised my hot pink cheeks and exposed pussy high in the air and grabbed hold of the edge of the seat. Between my soft young thighs, I could feel my newly furry sprouted thatch of hair that barely covered my pink pussy rub up against the leather chair as I braced myself for the next round of spanking. Mr Humphrey’s drew back even further this time and the paddle land heavily on my bear bum with a loud *SMACK*. With each repeated round, the strength of his stroke felt more and more intense and I could feel the sting on my reddened hot ass as tears began to stream down my cheeks.

I heard him draw back again and instinctively reached around to grasp the paddle to stop it’s approach but discovered that instead of the paddle, I had grasped hold of a large pulsating bulge within the recesses of his wool pants. We were both FROZEN in position. My twat began to pulsate in the same rhythmic speed that I felt form his cock in my hand. Dampness formed between my legs and moistened what pubic hair I had while the rest of my wetness slowly trickled down the side of my leg. I was ready and willing to receive the slap of *HIS* rod so I unzipped his pants and released his massive pulsating chock. I directed it towards me and I stretched my pink bottom backward to approach his “bulls eye” target. I then put my other hand between my legs and reached back for his throbbing cock and pulled it between my hot thighs to brush is of my clit. I ran his head between my legs again to further lubricate his hot cock and excite my already ready clit.

I opened my hand and massaged his cock against the face of my dripping wet cunt. I turned my head around and looked up to Mr. Humphrey with my big blue eyes and said “Slap me with you pole and I’ll *promise* to be good.” I leaned over the chair again and spread my legs apart to create an opening for his approaching body. I directed his throbbing head to my tight but wet cunt. He firmly grabbed hold of both my hip and slowly teased me with the top of his head. I wanted to drive him deeper but he said I would have to hold still and wait, and should just hold onto the sides of the chair , bend over and not let a sound out of my mouth.

I obediently leaned further forward and braced myself for what was to come. He drove himself deeper and deeper inside me. At first his rhythm was slow, but his pace quickened with every approach until he began slapping me with his dick almost as hard as he had with his paddle. The noise of his cock and body slamming against mine was as loud as the paddle and his balls would jump up in front of my pussy which excited me evermore.

The continuing thrust of his body increased to a fever pitch at which point he drove it harder and deeper within me and I did all I could to hold back my screams and joy……I was COMING and I felt the rush of his liquids explode within me as he continued to thrash his body forward until he slowed to final stop. I had by then collapsed limp over the leather chair and after I caught my breath, he gave me some Kleenex, told me to wipe away my “tears”, put on my panties and go back to class.

I’ll never forget his last words, “Let this be a lesson to you, Christy, the next time you ever get into trouble again, you will find yourself in this office again and I’ll have no choice but to make you turn in your uniform right there and then”.

This story had a very happy ending for me: I stayed on the squad, and today, I am happy to say that the lessons I learned that day were invaluable and will forever be cherished.

I was a member of our football’s cheerleading squad and proudly ware the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breasts to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game.

I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasism. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful. One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s school but. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act.

Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6′ tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately.

When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and I wept and started to plead with Mr. Humphrey to reconsider his decision. He stood firm on his decision as he held his chin in his hand as he listened to my continued pleas. He know how much the squad meant to me. I said that I would acquiesce to any other form of punishment other than having to give up my position on the squad.

He than suggested that 10 firm swats with the dreaded paddle that was bored with holes would be considered to be sufficient punishment as long as I would promise never to participate in such dealings again and did not tell my parents about this form of punishment. I naturally made the promises and was happy to receive my spanking. He bent me over his leather chair and I grasped the edge of the seat as my ass was raised high in the air. He gave me one large *SWAT*. He then said, “Christy, I want you to take your punishment like a big girl —- pull down your panties.” At first I was shocked, then my face and body flushed with heat for the idea of my exposing myself was a long-held fantasy for me. I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down all the way to my ankles. The heat in my body rose to a fever pitch and I smiled gleefully at my handsome, Mr Humphrey. He must have noticed my excitement because he snapped at me to resume my position and ready myself for the rest of my punishment.

I leaned over the back of the chair again, raised my hot pink cheeks and exposed pussy high in the air and grabbed hold of the edge of the seat. Between my soft young thighs, I could feel my newly furry sprouted thatch of hair that barely covered my pink pussy rub up against the leather chair as I braced myself for the next round of spanking. Mr Humphrey’s drew back even further this time and the paddle land heavily on my bear bum with a loud *SMACK*. With each repeated round, the strength of his stroke felt more and more intense and I could feel the sting on my reddened hot ass as tears began to stream down my cheeks.

I heard him draw back again and instinctively reached around to grasp the paddle to stop it’s approach but discovered that instead of the paddle, I had grasped hold of a large pulsating bulge within the recesses of his wool pants. We were both FROZEN in position. My twat began to pulsate in the same rhythmic speed that I felt form his cock in my hand. Dampness formed between my legs and moistened what pubic hair I had while the rest of my wetness slowly trickled down the side of my leg. I was ready and willing to receive the slap of *HIS* rod so I unzipped his pants and released his massive pulsating chock. I directed it towards me and I stretched my pink bottom backward to approach his “bulls eye” target. I then put my other hand between my legs and reached back for his throbbing cock and pulled it between my hot thighs to brush is of my clit. I ran his head between my legs again to further lubricate his hot cock and excite my already ready clit.

I opened my hand and massaged his cock against the face of my dripping wet cunt. I turned my head around and looked up to Mr. Humphrey with my big blue eyes and said “Slap me with you pole and I’ll *promise* to be good.” I leaned over the chair again and spread my legs apart to create an opening for his approaching body. I directed his throbbing head to my tight but wet cunt. He firmly grabbed hold of both my hip and slowly teased me with the top of his head. I wanted to drive him deeper but he said I would have to hold still and wait, and should just hold onto the sides of the chair , bend over and not let a sound out of my mouth.

I obediently leaned further forward and braced myself for what was to come. He drove himself deeper and deeper inside me. At first his rhythm was slow, but his pace quickened with every approach until he began slapping me with his dick almost as hard as he had with his paddle. The noise of his cock and body slamming against mine was as loud as the paddle and his balls would jump up in front of my pussy which excited me evermore.

The continuing thrust of his body increased to a fever pitch at which point he drove it harder and deeper within me and I did all I could to hold back my screams and joy……I was COMING and I felt the rush of his liquids explode within me as he continued to thrash his body forward until he slowed to final stop. I had by then collapsed limp over the leather chair and after I caught my breath, he gave me some Kleenex, told me to wipe away my “tears”, put on my panties and go back to class.

I’ll never forget his last words, “Let this be a lesson to you, Christy, the next time you ever get into trouble again, you will find yourself in this office again and I’ll have no choice but to make you turn in your uniform right there and then”.

This story had a very happy ending for me: I stayed on the squad, and today, I am happy to say that the lessons I learned that day were invaluable and will forever be cherished.

i’d seen him around before, but couldn’t remember his name, then all of a sudden it came to me: vernon. i had to suppress a smile when i thought that, vernon still conjures up fishing and lunenburg for me but here he was at the studio. funny, i’d never thought he’d be here.i’d seen him at the art-rave once, collaborate-painting this big canvas with swirls of green acrylic. a friend of a friend. he’d stuck out in my mind because he was the first asian skinhead i’d ever seen then. i thought he was chinese but i guess his last name was nguyen so he was vietnamese.

And there he was at the studio, on the dance floor, sweating out to some techno or other. he was still a sharp, like andrew, and delicious thoughts of andrew bubbled up when i looked at him. the two couldn’t have been more different. andrew was about six- seven, a blue-eyed white-headed shining soul gentler than fog.

vernon was short, slight. he undulated out there, the trance belting out from behind my head and i nodded slowly, watching his thighs as he swirled away from me. hot night, i was sticking to myself as i moved in my chair, turning away, and then a voice at my shoulder, loud over the speaker

“i remember you, but not your name…”

“craig,” i replied, “you’re vernon, i was looking at you on the floor.” i rested my hand on his lower back, he didn’t seem to mind. what must he think, i thought, he so slight and clean and smooth and small and me, short hair but sideburns and gruff smoke-voice breathing on his neck. he sat, careful not to jostle my hand, then decided against it and leaned on the bar overlooking barrington street. my hand rested on his belt, a big chunky strap of leather broken well into middle age.

he wiped his head as i had an idea, drew my handkerchief from my breast pocket and wiped his brow, mopping his sweat and then my own. he looked at me, and it was odd because not many look up like that into my eyes. i ran my hand through his jet hair and felt it, slick leaving grease on my knuckles. “let’s cool off,” he said, and i followed him, having no idea what he meant. he opened a door and mounted a stair, me under him now, head level with him. he opened another door.

an apartment? i was surprised but realised as i saw what must have been his art on the walls (same green swirls, same big canvases) that he lived here. above the studio? weird. it was cool though, he had a window air-con that blew his wet hair back as he stood in front of it and motioned, behind his head, with a hand.

come hither. or, enjoy the cold air…

fine, i went up to him and felt so strange as the air cut into my face like jagged ice-blades, icicles on my eyebrows. i didn’t stop, i walked right up to him, looking at that little-boy-ass in front of me and his shoulders, thin and defined through his white shirt stuck like clear-coat on his arms and back. i walked right into him. that belt again, massive resting on thin hips.

he smelled at this range, and it was clean sweat, no cigarette- tar and hair-follicle-oil body reek like mine must have been, and i puckered my tongue into my lips and ran a wet, wet kiss over his soaking neck. he said nothing, just “hi craig” so soft i thought it might be someone else behind me.

that belt had to go. it bothered me more than it might have, i thought it had no right to be wrapped around such a small waist and i hoped that it didn’t hide a hairless boy’s body, that frightening half-remembered thing from so long ago. the buckle was already gone, the belt hanging over his hipbones, and i reached inside under his shirt and felt coarse stomach-hair over flesh anvil-hard and cliff-straight and i kissed again, bit him at the tip of his shoulder-blade, muscling my tongue in circles against him.

still in front of the air-conditioner, cold air blasting on my bare forehead giving me an ice-cream headache, i stripped him slowly, he didn’t move, he hardly breathed, he didn’t wear shorts and when those too-large jeans fell (button, button, button, button) to the floor a perfect little penis smacked my palm and i was so surprised i moved my hand away, he turned around, he pressed it into me, slowly, hard cock to clothed crotch melting down harder, still more.

under his clothes, his skin was darker and even in bright halogen light he wore battle fatigues when naked, black hair like decorations on his nipples. Here, the smell was still clean but I only kissed his neck, working it over and over as his head twitched when i knotted my tongue with his arteries. i pressed him to me, feeling this light-hard body against my clothes.

“ok?”

i couldn’t help asking because his eyes were closed and so help me god, he looked like a scared seventeen in front of me, nude in my arms like the model on the west wall.

“ok.”

here he was, the perfect little southern boy of chinese lore, and he moved my hand back to his ass, moving it within the cleft. those buns were exactly that, oven-warm and resilient like a baker’s life-work, and he grabbed my other hand, wet it, rolled his tongue and teeth over my fingers as if they really were fingers, not like burly white/black boys who take them as if they were my cock. bless this young man, i thought, he knows my hands are hands, and i felt him nibble the tiny webs by the palm and a rush went over me as his lips let go.

the only place he had no muscle turned out to be his pubic bone, i let out a long yeagh of a sigh as i pressed one hand into it, his ass at my hipbone, and those three wet fingers pressed and fought for precedence in that warm cleft, he yielded, easily, and with fingers crossed for eternal luck-protection, finger-fucking him without barriers, pushed through and he cried to the skies, sobbing upper-body twirling round as i held his basket and pushed my arm towards his ass, and loved this. i kissed his scalp, bare to the world like a temple monk, and loved him with these stubby fingers. again. once more, and then he cried again as i pulled away roughly, feeling the contraction as i left his tender-tough body and the whoosh of air around me reminded me where i stood.

“i know why you did that,” he said sharp, breathing hard, and he scrabbled at me, my shirt still on, my fly open, me still in my shoes, and as he stripped the rest of my cover away he ran my cock (hard, upward…) over his angular face, into his nose, his hair, grazing his ear, pausing to remove the woollen trousers until he plunged in again, his rough small mouth making me jump as he attacked my foreskin. and when i said “vernon” he knew, and now, gentle, rolled that condom on with his quick lips, small mouth distorted around my thickness, even so those words are unmistakeable.

“i’m ready” was what he said, his mouth against my root. through his pausing, i looked at the green swirls of forest against his wall, he moved his head away, then touches his forehead to my balls, then his words, soft,

“yes. fuck me.”

When Roy entered the bedroom, he stood in the doorway for a moment and enjoyed the moment. In front of him, his wife was stretched out naked with Mandy still between her legs. June was glassy eyed that Roy could tell that she was in another time and dimension. Mandy looked even better in person than she did on camera.”Happy Anniversary, Baby,” Roy said. “Are you enjoying your present?”

June lay on the bed beaming up at her husband. “Oh God, it was heaven,” June responded. “I can’t get over how much she turned me on. The way she sucked on my tits was awesome. My God, it was so good I could hardly breathe. The best part was when she found my clit. I knew after that first lick that I had to have more. She is so good with her tongue. Thank you, darling. Thank you for such a wonderful present. She is prefect. You know, I think you need to find out about her tongue for yourself. June giggled. “I did say I would share.”

Mandy had sat up and watched everything as if she was watching a movie. Her pussy was so hot and wet that it hurt. Sucking June had turned her on more than she thought possible. The way that June moaned and squirmed on her tongue had made Mandy’s pussy ache for relief. If they didn’t let her cum soon, she knew she was going to go crazy. If they tortured her like this for two weeks, it would be the horrible thing that they could do to her. Mandy reminded herself that it was still a small price for staying out of jail. It was also more enjoyable. As the couple talked, Mandy watched the bulge in Roy’s pants. Over the last few months, Mandy had made a point of watching Roy as he walked into the office. He always wore tight pants that made his ass look so tight and squeezable. Each morning, Mandy always waited eagerly for the morning show and then couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had often seen a shadow in the front of trousers and wondered how big he really was. Still, she had never dreamed that it could grow as big as it was today. It almost looked painful.

“All right, my little Slave,” June interrupted her dreaming. “I think it’s time you showed the Master just how good you can be. I want you to make him feel just as good as you made me feel. If you’re a really good girl, he just might let you cum. Just remember, you can only cum if he tells you.” “Now, do you want to make your Master happy?” June asked. “Yes Mistress,” Mandy replied “Good, because you see if you do cum before Roy says you can, you’re going to pay for it,” June warned. Looking up at Roy, June smiled at him. Realizing that Mandy was still sitting, June lifted her voice. “Slave! Get your ass moving and start undressing your Master. You do him like you did me, you hear? Show him how well my slave can use her tongue!”

Mandy rushed over to Roy. She unbuttoned his shirt buttons one at a time and then slowly slid it off his body. Letting it fall to the floor, Mandy’s hand glided over his muscled chest. Bringing her mouth closer to his body, Mandy flicked her tongue over one of her boss’s nipples. When she heard him suck in his breath, she lets her fingers play with his other nipple. Roy reached for Mandy’s nipples and found that they were as hard as his nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger before pulling them. Mandy moaned in response and quickened her tongue. Roy lets out a small whimper as Mandy’s hot little mouth sucked. Roy pushed down on Mandy’s shoulders letting her know he want her to move on. As Mandy kissed his firm stomach, she worked his pants loose. Dropping to her knees, she slid his pants down his legs. Mandy returned her attention to the bulge in his jockey shorts. Staring into the strained material, Mandy’s eyes got big. As she slowly pulled the band of his underwear down, she was licking her lips. When Roy’s cock was revealed, Mandy sucked in a quick breath. Slowly she reached for his cock and stroked it as she massaged his balls with the other hand. Roy gasped.

June watched everything with an intense focus. The more that she watched, the more she felt the warmth returning to her pussy. Mandy used her tongue to trace small circles at the eye of Roy’s cock. As she dips her finger in and out of her pussy, Mandy drove herself crazy. “Don’t you dare cum,” June warned. “Get those fingers out of there.” Mandy pouted and softly blew her warm breath on Roy’s cock. “OH GOD!!” moaned Roy. Mandy responded by sticking out her tongue and giving his cock several wet flicks. Roy jerked with sensations of bliss. He put his hand to the back of Mandy’s head and pulled her forward. Mandy licked him as if he were a candy stick driving him closer to cumming. She opens her mouth and sucked the head of his cock. It was so slow and gentle as she took a little at a time. Letting her tongue swirl around his cock, she sucked harder and faster. The more June watched Roy squirm, the hotter and wetter she became. June moved from the bed to the small love seat for a better view.

“That’s it,” Roy moaned. “Oh yes, your mouth feel so good.” Mandy fondled his balls as she took him deeper. “Oh, that’s it!” Roy screamed. “Ohhhhhhhhhh shit, I can’t take much more of that. Oh, what are you doing to me?” June watched Roy thrust deep into Mandy’s mouth. Mandy was trying hard to take all of it. She sucked harder and faster. “That’s it Slave Girl,” June encouraged. “Take him deeper, relax those throat muscles. If you know what is good for you, you will get his entire cock down your throat.” “Oh June, I can feel her throat muscles. God, June, she’s going to make me cum.”

Roy used his hand behind Mandy’s head to pull her head against him. “Work that throat, girl,” June said. “Make him cum down your throat.” “Oh, here it comes, June. OHhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssss I am ccccccccccccccccummmmmmmmminggggggggggggg sssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooo harrrrrrrrrrrrrrdddddddddddddd. ” “Milk him slave. Act like you are swallowing and milk that cock. Get every drop and don’t you dare stop until I tell you. Keep sucking it down!” Mandy breathed eagerly through her nose and kept sucking him as if he was her only source of nutrition. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t stop. Her mouth is so hot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” At last Roy was spent and his body stopped convulsing. “Okay, Slave Girl,” June said. “You can let go of him now.”

Mandy looked up at her and reluctantly let the limp cock slip through her lips. Roy stumbled to the bed. “Wow, thank you, June,” Roy said. “You were so great. The way you directed her, I didn’t think that I would ever stopped cumming. Thank you baby.” June blushed. “I told you that I would share,” June giggled. “I have to tell you that watching you got me so hot. June looked over at Mandy who sat on her ankles watching them. “In fact, I think I could use my Slave’s tongue again,” June said. “Come over here, Slave Girl. My pussy needs some more loving. We might even let you cum this time.”

June stretched out on the love seat and spread her legs wide for Mandy. “Get your face into my pussy. After that show, I need to cum so badly.” Mandy walked to the front of the love seat. When she was started to kneel, June held up a hand. “No, I want you to go to the end and lean over the arm. I want my leg up so you can get it all,” June explained. Mandy moved to the end and leaned over the arm. As she bent over, her ass stretched. Mandy gently stroked June’s very wet pussy.

“Oh God, yesssss,” June cried out. It was Roy’s turn to watch. He soaked in a seductive view of Mandy’s ass. The way that she was bent over the arm with her knees straight opened her pussy. Roy could see love juice droplets on her enlarged lips. As she bent over further to devour June’s pussy, Mandy had to go up on her tiptoes. Roy felt himself growing hard again. The more that he watched her ass tightened with each lick, the harder his cock became. June noticed it and motioned him to move to behind her. Roy smiled. June was such a sly one to get her into position for him. Roy walked behind Mandy and reached between her legs. When he started to play with her clit, Mandy jumped and lifted her head.

“You just keep eating her pussy, Girl,” Roy warned. “Don’t even think of stopping. I want you to make her cum like never before. And, if you are real good and don’t stop regardless, I will let you cum this time. I can tell you want to. Your pussy is so wet.” Mandy did as she was told and pulled June’s lips apart and buried her face deep inside. The softness of Roy’s fingers working her clit was turning Mandy on more and more. So much that she was afraid that she would cum without permission. She didn’t know what the punishment would be for that, but didn’t want to find out either. So she focused all her attention on thrusting her long tongue deep inside of June’s pussy. “That is the tongue that I love,” June moaned out. “I love the way you get it so deep.” Even as she was twirling it around inside of June, Mandy was zoning out into a mist of bliss. She was totally focused, until she felt Roy’s cock rubbing against her. Her mind screamed that finally she was going to be allowed to cum. When his hardness touched her asshole instead of her pussy, it suddenly hit her of what he was going to do. She froze.

“I told you not to stop doing what your doing didn’t I?” Roy snapped. He gave her ass cheeks a few hard slaps. “Those slaps are just a taste of what you’ll get if you stop again. Now, you better start making her pussy sing.” Even when she felt the cool moist feeling of the KY Jelly, Mandy kept tonguing June’s pussy. Mandy had never felt a man inside of her ass before and was nervous, but hot. Her pussy was on fire, but her mind was scared. When Mandy felt the pressure, she almost freaked and then remembered the warning. She knew that she couldn’t stop no matter what. Looking up at June’s eyes, Mandy could tell that June knew it too and was enjoying that fact. June put a hand on the top of her head and pushed it down more.

When Roy’s finger entered her tight ass, the lubrication made it glide more than slide. There was no pain as Roy slowly pushed his finger first upwards and then downward. He held each direction for a minute to let the muscles adjust before putting in a second finger. With the second finger inside, Roy started to make small circular motions pushing her flesh out in all directions. “Oh baby, you are going to love this,” Roy said. “Have to get this ass all lubed up and loosened up. Ahhhhhhhhhh, yes I love the way that it responds to my touch.” Mandy moaned into June’s pussy. June responded by pushing her mound up into her open mouth.

“Oh, this is going to be so good, Roy,” June said. “I can’t wait for her to really start moaning into my pussy. You know that is going to make me explode.” Roy laughed. “We may not be able to walk tomorrow, after all this cumming,” Roy answered. “Oh darling, you said we have her for two weeks,” June answered. “We will be doing a lot more cumming tomorrow. You got your dick into her, yet? I am dying here.” “Putting it in now,” Roy said. “Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Mandy’s eyes grew as her flesh was pulled apart more by the hard cock making its way slowly. It wasn’t a quick or painful thrust, but never ending pressure to push its way in. Mandy redoubled her efforts to lick and suck faster to keep her mind off of it as much as anything.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” June moaned loudly. “Shit, she is tight,” Roy said. “Give it to her,” June screamed. Roy pushed the head through the ring. Mandy screamed into June’s pussy. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh I’m in, God, she’s tight.” “More, give me more Slave,” June ignored him. “I want that tongue in me. Put it in my ass.” Roy slid into her lubricated ass with less resistance. “Shit, she feels so good,” Roy moaned. “Starting to fuck her now.”

Mandy felt each thrust too. After the initial shock of pushing the head in, she felt the pleasure start to build. While Roy fucked her ass, he rubbed her clit. The pleasure was building inside of her more and more. June’s moans grew louder as she bucked faster against Mandy’s tongue. The more Roy watched them, the faster he fucked Mandy’s ass. From June’s moans, Roy knew June was almost ready to cum. He could hear it in her moans. Roy wanted to cum with her and fucked Mandy’s ass faster. Mandy started to meet his thrust pushing back to get him in deeper. His cock was sliding in and out like a silk glove. “OHHHHHH GODDDDDD!” screamed June “YESSSSSSSS GODDDDD YESSSSSSSS!” At the sounds of his wife’s release, Roy could not hold back any longer. “Cum Slave, cum now,” he yelled.

Roy let out a loud grunting sound as he pumped himself faster into Mandy’s ass. Mandy’s asshole twitched and then exploded into orgasm. Her ass was squeezing him with each contraction. His body reacted to it and his balls swelled up. He was so close. Grabbing Mandy by the hips, he buried his cock all the way inside of Mandy’s ass. Roy exploded and shot cum deep inside of her ass. It spurred her on to another set of orgasms. “I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming baby,” Roy screamed. “Me too, OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD,” June screamed Mandy never stopped sucking June’s pussy even as orgasm after orgasm spread through her body. As June lay on the love seat spent and in another world, Roy pulled out of Mandy’s ass and fell back onto the bed. He was clearly drained and zoned into another world.

Mandy slid to the floor and lay in a pool of juice that had leaked from her pussy. She could feel Roy’s cum starting to leak from her ass as she replayed everything that had happen in her head. She saw June’s pussy arching and begging for her touch. She remembered the shock of Roy s touching her asshole. When Roy first slid his cock in, it hurt like hell and scared her. But, Roy had done it right. Taking his time to encouraging her muscles to relax, the pain had been short lived. When he started fucking her ass, it opened up a door to a world that she had never dreamed. The combination of her ass being full with her clit being stimulated had made her cum harder than ever before.

Mandy looked at her boss and knew that she would love to have his hard cock buried deep in ass again. She put her head down on the floor and closed her eyes. A soft smile came on her face as Mandy fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of her day’s experiences. Her mind tried to envision what kind of things Roy and June would do to their sex slave over the next two weeks and what she would have to do to be allowed to cum like that again.

As a guy I have always dreamed of watching two women together, and when it finally happened, it was better than anything I could have imagined. Brenda was a 23 year old brunette lesbian that lived next door to me and my girlfriend. My girlfriend, Sarah, is 21, brunette, and has a killer slender figure. Brenda used to have at least 3 to 4 girls over to her place every week and I used to whack off at the thought of what she might be doing with those girls. I didn’t think that Sarah was even interested in anything bi-sexual until she caught me masturbating with my ear against the wall that adjoins Brenda’s apartment bedroom. I confessed everything, and she told me that she wouldn’t mind ‘doing it’ with Brenda.

The next day when Brenda left her apartment with a laundry basket full of clothes, Sarah and I followed her with our own basket of dirty clothes. At the laundry-mat we started our laundry as if everything was normal and then I took out my Nikon camera, the one I used while on the high school year book staff, and started taking pictures of my girlfriend. I suggested that Sarah give me a breast shot and she gave a shy look at Brenda as if to say ‘is it okay?’

Brenda watched as I took pictures of a partially nude Sarah and then finally said ‘Can I join in?’ She joined Sarah and started kissing her deeply. Sarah then started to unzip Brenda’s jeans and I couldn’t believe my luck. Sarah completely undressed Brenda, and Brenda took off Sarah’s pants and then proceeded to go down on her. Sarah climaxed in no time and then she returned the favor to Brenda. I asked to join in and Brenda told me that she doesn’t screw men but she would like to watch me fuck Sarah… and she did just that.

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Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to suck it dry. She reached behind her to refasten her bra. I thought it was lost until she straddled my legs. Her hands pushed against my shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn’t be tolerated. She unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt. She marked me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing. Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her every motion. Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly. Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock. I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory. I resisted the urge as soon as it came. I didn’t have to wait long. She dropped herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft. She had a cunt men dream of – tight, soft and juicy. She grinned at me, and began to flex her pussy muscles. The sensation was amazing, squeezing and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn’t a freedom. They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing. I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me. She started to rock back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit. A long sigh came out of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn’t have time to mourn the loss as she lifted up off of my rod just to the head. Her hands returned to my shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more deep inside her box. Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced back up. I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer, matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my groin. Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck. In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not bringing me over the edge. She refused to accept it, though, rocking her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down. Those tits began to come oh-so-close to my face. With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between. I could tell she wanted me to come – I’ve never been fucked with such abandon before. It surprised me, too. I’ve never been in the business of unusual staying power. Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my life wasn’t getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back. I heard the clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt. Arms crossed once more, but not to hide. The smile turned to a grin and she pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling. They filled my sight, and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy. She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the tips. I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me against the couch as she arched her back sharply. Her heavenly curves thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains. Her fucking reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal. She rode me even harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn’t let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final squeeze of her inner muscles. With a smile, she said, “Thanks.” She lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise. Winking, she picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy breathing. A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to my door. Without another word, she left my room.

She didn’t waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the shaft. The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight. And then, the sweet kiss of those lips. She took the head into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. The sucking began, and I thought I was going to pass out in ecstasy. Suck and release, suck and release – timed to long strokes up and down my shaft. I moved my hand to hold her head, and she slapped it down. Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson quickly.

Confident that I wasn’t going to try to interfere again, she pulled by clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further apart. Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going further. She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass. Perhaps it wasn’t such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time to her oral ministrations. The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my manhood.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into my ass, I felt the pressure building. I couldn’t stop from growling low in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster and faster. She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly. And still I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck. The strain was too much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth. She sucked with all her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon. I was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls. Damn, she was good. She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped. She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently playing with it with her tongue. She toyed with it for a long while, letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed. I felt myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip. She sat up, and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple. She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again. I watched her tongue run over her full pink lips. And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my view. She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her hips. Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose her rounded ass. She leaned forward with arched back as the damp underwear fell to the ground. Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white moons staring me in the face. I could only admire this rounded sign of divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them. Her juices glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on. She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew she wouldn’t go any further if I disobeyed her command. I could only watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged between her legs from the other side. Her fingers rubbed along her labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets within. Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then pulled out again before repeating. A poor second to my cock, I thought, but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be minutes at most. That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it. She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication all over and inside her thighs. I needed so badly to be inside her again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock. She must have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick. Her arms crossed over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits. But that thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me. Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly. She lifted herself up over my cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not? I don’t know, but my head pushed against the tighter of her two holes. I hadn’t expected an ass-fuck from her, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock inside her butthole. So very, very tight. I started to push my hips up toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly. My cock throbbed at the sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.

She turned around, shaking her head. Damn it if her tits were still covered. I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to drink in as much as I could before it was over. One hand moved down yet again, through her short and curlies toward her sex. She stared disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt. I knew if I spoke, I’d only make things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she’d give me one last chance. She did.

I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind. The convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor. It was one of those places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view or gimmick menus.It wasn’t full of people yet, but it wasn’t exactly empty. I found myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That’s probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she asked me what I was drinking.

I turned around with a small smile in the voice’s direction, growing a little as I took her in. Man, she was gorgeous. The classical hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in a bun on the top. Eyes you could stare into for hours. I felt myself doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer. I told her what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.

I’m not ugly, but neither am I a ‘hunk’. It felt good having a woman approach me in a bar. We talked about plastics, laughed together about the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities. I glanced at the clock. It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt like two minutes. But tomorrow’s day was going to be another long one.

I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to make my departure. Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me to look over, and wouldn’t it be quieter somewhere else – my room, perhaps?

Yeah right. Like I was going to say no.

I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and my room. One good thing about my company, they’re willing to spring for comfort. I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off the bedroom. I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.

About that time, I realized that she hadn’t brought anything up with her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room. Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a sly smile, not talking. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would. With a coy smile, she moved away from me.

She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face. I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

I didn’t think she could arch her back any further while standing, but I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off, exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat. Seeing her in only high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable. Her fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a virgin in the throes of puberty. Palms cupped over her breasts, before one hand moved down her tummy. She still refused to look away from me as her hand slid under the edge of her panties. Slowly she bent her knees a little, spreading her legs. I could see her index finger slide up and down between them. She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there, but I followed her instructions to stay put. Her other hand was massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath her panties. The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices. She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts. I could hear her breath coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn’t fall off her chest, though. Smiling, she stopped fingering her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch. Knowing my temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication. She threw me a bone, however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them. I licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes closed. Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened. Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn’t long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my legs apart. Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my knees toward my waist. It was all I could do not to come right then. Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down. She tugged hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to mid-thigh. I guess she didn’t mind I lifted my hips to help. Her smile then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those protruding globes. Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.