Monday, December 22, 2008
The mannequins glowed in the lights. Ethan pulled me into the middle of the display and pushed me down into the candy pillows and feathers, pressing himself on top of me, whispering roughly.
“Now lover. Tell me what you want.”
I wrapped my legs tight around him and pushed my hands inside the back of his jeans, stroking his smooth, hard ass.
“Maybe I want you to watch me fuck Barbie,” I said, teasing, rolling him over and unbuttoning his jeans, taking his cock into my mouth for a horribly cruel and teasing blow. I licked at his cock like it was a candy cane, then left him mid-moan. “Be right back big boy,” I whispered, and crawled over the pillows to boobequin.
Ethan’s hard cock blinked pink-pink-pink in the gaudy holiday lights.
I stood and playfully pulled Barbie’s dress down to reveal a perfect breast, complete with an erect nipple. I stuck out my tongue and began to circle the hard, red nip with my tongue and….
“Oh my fucking God!” I nearly screamed it. That was not a plastic nipple.
“It’s real. She’s real. You’re real.”
Barbie straightened up and shook her blonde mane. She giggled and smacked her lips. “Yum.”
Ethan was on his feet, his cock at attention, a cunt-eating grin on his face.
“No worries,” Barbie said in a thick Australian accent. “I get paid big bucks to look like a doll. I’m happy you were tricked. That bloke” she said, pointing to the male mannequin “He really is fake. Not fair, is it? It’s a bit lonely in here.”
“What was it you were saying?” She continued. “You want loverboy to watch you fuck Barbie? The name’s Gretchen, but it’s all good. What are you waiting for? Don’t let the fact that I’m a real, live girl stop you.”
Gretchen moved toward me, her perfect glitter-dusted breast still exposed. She wrapped her arms around my waist and stared at Ethan as she licked my neck from my ear to my collar bone in one slow, sensual motion.
“Make yourself comfy on the lounger stud,” she said, motioning to the chaise.
“Whatever you say Gretchen,” Ethan said, sprawling out on the velvet chaise, seemingly un-phased by this crazy reality show.
Gretchen lifted my sweater over my head and laughed at the unclasped bra. She tugged the straps from my shoulders and dropped it with a wink to the floor. I took her tight red nipple in my mouth again, right where I’d left off. She moaned with pleasure as I sucked softly, then a little harder. I could see Ethan watching and I could hear his voice in my head, his command. “I want this and so do you. Don’t deny me.”
"I won't," I thought, as Gretchen popped my jeans open and tugged at my soaking wet panties. "Tonight baby, it's all about you and maybe, just maybe, a little bit about me too."
"Sweet honey," Gretchen cooed, slipping her manicured fingers into the same warm, wanting place Ethan's pawing hands had been moments ago. I'd never been with a woman before – not since a drunkish dorm room disaster in college anyway. And certainly not in this way. Not in a sensual, fully erotic way. Her hands were so small, her fingers delicate, nimble, slender and smooth, not rough and thick like Ethan's masculine hands. The contrast was such a turn-on. Suddenly, I wanted to feel her up, wanted to touch her. I wanted to sink into her softness, touch and taste and feel every part of her, soaking up these moments of unexpected pleasure. And I wanted Ethan to see it all, see my face, see my cum-glazed thighs, see my cheeks flush with excitement as Gretchen-the real-live- mannequin fucked me inside out.
The moment I realized she wasn't a mannequin, my heart had nearly stopped in my chest. Fear gripped me – that scary, no-going-back sort of boundary-crossing fear. But here we were, having it both ways. Soon, we'd be having it three ways. We really could have it all. Why not?
The words must have slipped from my lips out-loud.
"Why not indeed," Gretchen whispered into my ear, so quietly that Ethan couldn't have heard her. “Let's have some fun."
The obnoxious holiday musak suddenly seemed like a perfect porn soundtrack, filling the space with sparkles of dirty sound.
"Yes, let's," was all I could get out, my throat tight, my breathing rapid.
Gretchen squatted seductively, ass resting on her bright red boots. She pressed her face to my stomach and rolled her tongue around my navel ring and held me by the hips, looking up at me with enormous blue eyes. I tentatively put my hands in her hair – an act that seemed incredibly personal and erotic. How could putting my hands into another woman's hair be erotic when I had already wrapped my lips around her erect nipple? I don't know, but it was. Her pretty, naturally blonde smooth strands were soft as silk in my hands.
A rush of dirty, liberating thoughts gave me confidence. I clenched a handful of Gretchen's hair in my fist and pulled, ever so slightly, bringing her head to one side. She moaned loudly. I squatted next to her until we were knee-to-knee and brought my lips to her neck, directly onto the tiny blue vein that throbbed along the side of her throat. I kissed her there firmly; my green eyes fluttering closed as I enjoyed the taste of her salty sweet skin. I held my lips there, lost in the moment, leaning into her, her hands in my hair now, down my back, on my ass. I swiftly licked the kiss clean with my tongue. When I pulled away I could see that my lipstick had stained her skin, my kiss blooming on her neck like a flower, the impression of my full lips ruby red and wet on her cool, pale neck.
Gretchen pushed her small hands into the back of my loosened jeans and pulled them down, her fingers entwined in my panties. As she did, she went to her knees and in one smooth motion brought her lips to my spread-wide pussy, flicking her tongue in the most sensual way from back to front. I reached between her legs, into the dark shadow beneath the red satin, and felt a jolt of excitement at the sensation of lace and spun sugar– neatly trimmed and as soft as down. Knowing Ethan was watching as I reached beneath her dress sent my pussy into overdrive. Gretchen sucked on my bare tits while I explored her deep, hot cunt with curious, sex-sensitized fingers.
"Oh baby, you may not know it, but you have the moves. Don't stop. Please don't stop. That feels so, so good," Gretchen sighed as I gently worked my fingers in and out, feeling myself, feeling her, enjoying the pure sensuality of touching her, pleasuring her even as I derived pleasure. She pressed her hips towards me and leaned back slightly, spreading her knees for me. I slid my fingers deeper into her hot, wet sex, her pussy clenched around my fingers, the hard pearl of her clit quivering as I gently stroked it.
Suddenly I wanted Ethan to see the place where I'd marked her with my lips. I took Gretchen by the hand and pulled her to him.
"Kiss her here," I said, touching my lipstick mark on her neck with my fingertip. "Kiss her where I kissed her."
Ethan smile and leaned forward, kissing the outline of my lips on her neck. As he did, I took his cock into my mouth again. Gretchen was next to him on the chaise now, me kneeling below both of them, enjoying the thick, swollen knob of Ethan's dick deep in my mouth, the hard velvet hammer of it pressing against the back of my throat. I was doubly and simultaneously aroused by pushing my fingers deep into Gretchen's cunt while taking Ethan into my mouth, his hard cock pressing against my tongue. Hard. Soft. Loving the way the heat and friction of sucking him makes my lips tingle. The way her pussy opened to my touch. I was ready. I wanted it all. Ethan spread his legs wide. I pulled his jeans down with one hand while rubbing Gretchen's fur-topped, red patent leather boot with the other.
Without warning, Gretchen giggled and stood up.
"Since you two were obviously planning on being here all night, we might as well take our time. Let's mix it up."
She pulled a pink satin bow from the Christmas tree and untied it. She wrapped it around Ethan's eyes and tied it in the back. Then she pulled him from the chaise to standing.
"Ready for the ride of your life sexy? Ready for some sensory overload?"
"Oh my God, I'm going to explode right now," Ethan said as we sandwiched him between us. Gretchen massaged my ass and I returned the favor, stroking her from thigh to neck through the thin fabric of her dress. Finally, I lifted the satin sheath over her head, leaving her naked except for a red lace thong and those amazing boots.
Gretchen tugged off Ethan's shirt. I bit his hard man nips between my teeth, tonguing him not-so-gently, and caressing his muscular chest with moist, pussy-perfumed fingertips.
We pulled him down onto the pillows and kissed him everywhere lips could reach. We spread his legs and sucked him in unison, our tongues entwined around his cock. Double the pleasure.
Ethan let out a loud moan as Gretchen gripped his shaft tightly in her perfect fingers and slid his cock deep into her throat. I took his hands and pushed them into her thick hair. Then I went down on his hard, smooth balls, purring like a Christmas kitten.
"You like this baby?" Gretchen moaned between thrusts. "Have you been a very good boy? Because if you have, Santa's naughty helpers may have a surprise for you."
"Oh God, already surprised, fucking incredible ladies, fuck, oh fuck," Ethan panted, barely speaking English, talking like a cave man.
That's when Gretchen straddled his cock and wrapped her leather-whipped calves tightly around his neck. As she slid atop him, I shuddered and moaned with pleasure. I licked and bit and lapped like a hungry animal at the curves of his ass and the gorgeous smooth hardness of his balls, just as pleased by participating as knowing how turned on Ethan must be by the sensation of a brand new cunt, tight and hot, wet for him, wet for me.
"Fuck yes," he breathed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yes."
Ethan's hips twisted with pleasure as he ground his Christmas candy deep into Gretchen’s wicked hot grip, thrusting hard, grunting, groaning, his undeniably male sounds of sex taking me, us with him.
It was then that I remembered something I'd stashed away in my purse. My fast, furious and feisty little power tool that I never leave home without -- my lipstick vibrator.
I carefully made my way to where I'd left it at the edge of the window, leaving the lovers for a moment as they fucked atop the candy pillows. Looking back over my shoulder, it was arousing beyond belief to see them – long-legged Gretchen riding him as if he were a racehorse, boots and breasts glowing, the long curve of her spine and muscles of her back etched and taught and alive like an infrared dream. Him sucking on her fingers like candycanes, knees spread, hips arched, the two of them grinding, grinding to the electronic beat of some jazzy holiday tune.
I found my toy and returned to the party, quivering with excitement. I knew what Ethan would like. I wished I'd packed something more substantial, but given the spontaneity, it would be perfect.
I turned it on – it was barely audible as it jumped in my hand. I moved in behind Gretchen and my blindfolded boy and pushed my face into his balls again, stroking him with my tongue. Then, slowly, I pressed the little vibrator against his cheeks and carefully positioned it against his opening, teasing the sensitive skin of his quivering ass.
"Vixen!" Gretchen said loudly, as she felt the vibrations jolt Ethan's bung and hum against his throbbing balls. “Oh yeah,” Gretchen said, “Fuck yeah.”
"Come here hotness," she said, twisting around and straddling Ethan reverse cowgirl and pulling me to her. I leaned into her on my knees and gently pushed the hide-a-vibe into him. I held it there, pulsing and buzzing inside Ethan's asshole. I spread my legs wider and pressed my hips against Gretchen’s, the sensation of her stomach against my clit agonizingly erotic. Gretchen pumping wildly in rhythm with Ethan as he fucked her hard, harder, consumed with ecstasy and agony, blind and bound beneath his two hot dolls.
Gretchen reached between my legs again, our breasts pressed together, the touch of her elegant fingers and the vibrations below making me cum instantly. I exploded with white heat, but fuck I wanted more. She went deeper, sucked my tits hard. “Fuck, oh my God, yes, yes. Oh, I’m cumming again, now. Mmmmm. Yeah! Fuck yeah!” I brought my hand to the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine, opening myself to her softness. Her fingers went deep, so fucking deep as I tightened myself around her in a second full orgasm, the intensity of it nearly putting me on my ass.
I felt Ethan strain and stiffen beneath us, ready to cum, unable, unwilling to hold back for another second. I reached behind his sweat-soaked head and pulled the blindfold free.
Gretchen squeezed her thighs tight against him and I pushed the vibrator in deeper, stroking and licking his tight balls faster and faster. Gretchen pumped wildly, breasts bouncing, ass tight, head tossed back in ecstasy.
"God, you two, you’re too much,” Ethan mumbled, “Now, oh sweet fuck, now.”
In unison, Gretchen and I unwound ourselves from him. Side-by-side, we turned and faced Ethan's unbound eyes. We each straddled a thigh and took his wet dick in our hands, stroking him hard as he shot his load all over our tits. He pumped gallons of cum onto us, spraying for what seemed like hours, arms outstretched, abs contracted, hips arched, ass raised and trembling.
When at last he was emptied, I leaned down and licked thick drop of sweet cum from his dick and chest as Gretchen massaged his hot Irish cream into her breasts, moaning with pleasure.
"You two obviously planned on spending the night in the window," Gretchen said, "But I can get us out the back way and my apartment is just down the street. "How 'bout we continue this all-night party at my place?"
I looked at Ethan, my face saying, "Don't deny me."
He smiled and relaxed into the pillows.
"What are we waiting for?"
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
“Over there. Santa’s slutty helper. Five-o-clock. Red satin mini-dress and shiny CFM boots.”
“The mannequin? You actually think the mannequin is sexy?”
“What can I say? She’s a hot doll.”
Ethan took my hand and pulled me to the window display – a “holiday romance” scene set up inside the interior windows of the large downtown shopping mall where we’d gone to find the perfect gift for Ethan’s impossible-to-please mother. The display featured an enormous tree illuminated with soft pink lights, a white velvet chaise, a thick snowy layer of white feathers, and piles of pillows wrapped in brightly colored satin to look like Christmas candy.
I didn’t admit it out loud, but the truth was, this mannequin was anything but ordinary. She was a voluptuous blonde with realistic-looking breasts and nipples, thick glossy hair, shapely, athletic thighs and a full, round ass. She held her pale fingers to her cheeks, a look of surprise on her face, perma-glossed lips puckered in an infinite “Oh!” Her beloved, a handsome male mannequin in a black silk suit and red Santa hat, obviously had her attention with the black velvet jewelry box he held in his outstretched hand.
“I guess they’re making mannequins a little more, uh, lively these days.”
“I want those boots – I mean for you.”
“Come on Ethan,” I nagged, tugging him away from the window and the plastic Christmas sluts trying to sell us….something.
“I even can’t believe I let you drag me to the mall. Let’s just hurry up and get that thing you said you’re sure your mother won’t throw away and get out of here – go have a beer someplace and chill. This place is insane. Anyway, I really just want to go home and fuck.”
Ethan looked at naughty Christmas Barbie, then at me, and then back at the flesh toned wonder. He had a dirty, dirty look on his face. He kissed me on the cheek. He tucked a strand of my hair sweetly behind my ear and gave my neck a little nibble. Then he slapped me on the ass, pushed me a little closer towards the window and whispered, “I want to fuck too, but not at home.”
“What? Naughty boy!”
I wrapped my arm around Ethan’s waist and hooked my thumb into his belt loop, tugging him back into mall traffic.
“Maybe when we get home I’ll let you dress me and undress me, dress me and undress me. Just like a doll.”
Ethan sighed. “There’s a way in right over there. Look. Behind that curtain. We could just slip right into the window and fuck under the Christmas tree. The holiday mood musak sounds just like porn.”
“Yes we could….and get arrested! You’re a terribly naughty boy! Lump of coal for you.”
Of course we couldn’t really do the nasty in the middle of the mall. Of course not! I knew that. My horndog of a boyfriend knew that too. But as we set off in search of the elusive Mommy gift (Ethan finally settled on a digital meat thermometer) I couldn’t stop thinking about it – us, her, them – the display. Fucking in the window. Spreading my legs wide for Ethan’s hard cock, reaping the rewards of him being all hot and bothered by the change in scenery.
By the time “mall closing in five minutes” was announced on the intercom system, my clit was throbbing against the seam in my jeans like the little drummer boy, and I was so horny, it truly wasn’t funny. When I get that dirty, achy, needy, hungry feeling down there, crazy things can happen.
As the store lights began flickering off and we made our way back towards the atrium and the exit, I fantasized about playing “Mrs. NaughtyClaus” at home. I casually slid my hand against Ethan’s crotch as we walked. His rock hard cock was doing its best to bust free from the wall of denim. I grinned up at him and pressed my face into his leather jacket. “God you smell good.”
“The perfume lady got me with her bottle of Dirty English. You like it?”
“Like it? Oh my God – Dirty English, leather & you is a very hot combo.”
Lust began to puddle between my thighs, my spunk pot damp and drooling with stickiness and desire. We passed the atrium display, illuminated even more with the mall lights dimmed.
Ethan gazed with lust at his doll as we slowly passed by.
“Damn, damn, damn” he whispered, a low growl of a sound deep in his throat.
Suddenly took my hand and pulled me towards the back edge of the display. He pressed me up against the glass and took my face in one hand. He kissed me fiercely, crushing his lips against my teeth, the dirtiness of his thoughts rushing into my mouth and through my brain like a jolt of electricity delivered by razor wire.
Ethan’s big hand still gripping my cheek and jaw, the smell of sex and Dirty English rising from his neck, he squeezed hard and demanded, “Do as I say.”
“Stop messing around,” I squeaked. “You’re squeezing too hard -- it hurts.”
He gripped even tighter, his eyes dark.
“I’m not kidding. I want this and so do you. Don’t deny me.”
My eyes darted back and forth. I felt panicked, claustrophobic, yet the thrill and rush of fear made me even wetter.
A few straggling shoppers filed through the atrium as Ethan took my hand and pulled me to the corner of the display where a curtain hung between the wall and the glass. He slipped through, taking me with him. I could see the pink glow of the Christmas lights at the end of a small hallway.
Ethan pushed me hard against the wall just on the other side of the curtain.
“In a few minutes this place will be locked up tight. There will be no way out. We’ll have to stay all night.”
He pushed his hands up under my sweater and unhooked the front of my bra with a quick little flick of his thumb and forefinger. He held my breasts in his hands and pinched my nipples so hard I had to exhale loudly to keep from crying out. He reached inside the back of my jeans with one hand and twisted his fingers into my juicy cunt, rubbing the smooth, slick entrance to my carnal trap with eager anticipation. He held me there, fucking me with his hands and mouth against the wall until I felt as soft and liquid as hot wax.
Just as suddenly he had my hand again and led me down the hall and around a corner into the pink light – the back entrance to the display window. From where we crouched behind the tree I saw a security guard walk by. Then all but the exit lights and the tree lights dimmed. Red infrared security beams streaked across the mall floor.
To be continued.......
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
We're sitting dangerously close to one another on the leather sofa. The low glow of the room illuminates your perfect skin. You long leg is draped over me. You caress my raging cock through my 501's with your delicate hands. The tension is high and it's come down to this....the moment of truth....one question remaining....one dare remaining. I clear my throat and look fiercely into your pale blue eyes.
"If another guy and I were to seduce you, how would it happen in your mind from start to finish?"
A sly grin creeps across your face as you kick back the last sip of your gin and tonic. Without losing eye contact of skipping a beat you begin.
"The two of you would enter the room and throw me down on the couch, ripping my clothes off. Before I knew what hit me, you're both devouring me, sucking on my neck, massaging my tits, fingering my pussy and ass! I struggle to keep up, hungrily kissing at the both of you as I free both of your hard cocks, before getting on all fours and taking each of you deep inside my hot and hungry mouth! You both take turns spanking each side of my ass as I pleasure you, call me a nasty girl because that's what I am and that's what I want! You quickly get behind me and fuck me hard! I continue to suck my boy toy off until you make me cum all over your big cock! I'd then spin around and lick you clean while letting our friend get his turn, pounding me hard and fast until I orgasm again! I'd then climb on top of you and ride you while he fucks my tight ass. We don't stop until I squeeze every last drop of hot cum deep inside of me. The three of us collapse onto one another, trembling in ecstasy!"
I shudder at your response. I kick back one last shot before Kevin walks in wearing only his jeans. His ripped muscles glow perfectly in the dimly lit room. He stares at you longingly, cock visibly hard through his pants. You gaze lustfully from Kevin to me before I tear off your halter top and throw you back onto the sofa.
"Last dare.....show us!"
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
My pulse quickens as I pull up to the curb on 4th & main. You're standing at the corner dressed for business. You're looking to make a killing tonight! My cock jumps inside of my pants. I examine you hungrily from head-to-toe. Your black leather boots make you over 6-feet tall easily, complimented with a matching mini skirt, halter top, and pink fishnet stockings that go all the way up to heaven! I roll down the window on the passenger side as you eagerly approach, leaning through the window, your large tits spill out of your skimpy top.
"Cold night, isn't sugar?"
"Sure is handsome. Are you looking for a good time tonight?"
"I'm always looking for a good time darling! How much for the royal treatment?"
"$300 and you'll get it all baby!"
I quickly flash the cash.
"Hop in and let me get you warm honey!"
You climb in and take the cash, counting it carefully before tucking it into your boot.
"What first big boy?"
"I have a special spot just a few minutes from here. Why don't you work on this first with that hot mouth of yours," I say as I free my throbbing cock.
"Yummy, you moan and dive hungrily on top of my large tool, working up and down in long powerful stokes.
I quickly throw the Explorer into drive and speed off. If I don't get to our rendezvous fast I'll erupt inside of your smoldering mouth! You already know this and back off a little. Teasing me with your tongue, running it along my inner thighs and flicking it across my smooth balls.
"That's great baby," I moan softly.
Your hands reach up and pinch at my nipples underneath my shirt. I quickly respond, working your mini skirt up around your waist, caressing the sweet curves of your luscious ass, before my fingers find your hot sex. I slip two fingers into your dripping cunt and one inside your tight ass. You moan with delight, taking my cock eagerly back into your mouth.
At last I reach our destination. An old abandoned train station. I park in a dark secluded corner and leave the car running. You never know if some cop might come poking around and spoil everything.
We quickly dive into the back of the SUV. Lots of room to enjoy one another with the seats folded down!
"I need to taste your sweet pussy!"
"Come get some baby!"
I dive in between your legs with my hungry mouth. My fingers massage your wet box, my tongue working fast against your clit, as you grab the back of my head, holding me tight, moaning wildly, cumming into my mouth!
"You ready to get fucked baby?"
"God yes sugar! Give me that hard cock," you gasp!
I roll you onto all fours and in one strong thrust I'm inside. Deep! We both growl in sync as I fuck you furiously! Your ass slaps against my smooth flesh, our screams of pleasure insanely loud inside the vehicle.
I want the world to hear our lust!
The car shakes wildly, your pussy clinches against my cock with a quivering orgasm!
We both cry out madly!
"Oh god sugar! I'm gonna explode! Here it comes baby!"
"Yeah, yeah, give it to me!"
I erupt! A monsoon of hot cum pumps deep inside of you! We both collapse in exhaustion, lying on top of one another!
I stay inside of you, never wanting to leave!
The windows are fogged, our heavy orgasmic breath fills the car.
You turn your head slightly toward me. I lean in and kiss you softly.
"Thanks sugar," I whisper.
I never knew giving the wife shopping money could be so rewarding!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Two women emerge from the shadows of the bedroom. Tall and curvaceous goddesses in shiny thigh high boots crawling seductively to the foot of my bed, climbing on, ready to pounce, thirsty for satisfaction!
Before I can resist they tie me to the bed, making me theirs, the object of their desire!
They tease me, spooning into a steamy 69 at my side! I fight against the restraints dying to feel their skin, kiss their soft lips, devour their delicious cunts! I can only watch as they please one another. The only sounds are their hot tongues flickering inside one another's sex folds and the lustful moans that escape their mouths as a result!
It feels like eternity to watch!
At last, they use me! I am nothing but a sex slave to them, an object to fulfill a lustful need! Both take turns riding and bucking against my face. My hungry tongue darts deep inside their sopping pussies, I drive them mad!
Now they fuck me at both ends! Grinding and pumping in perfect sync! The girls embrace elegantly, getting the pleasure they need! Soft breasts pressed together, mouths locked into passionate open mouthed kisses, they use me relentlessly!
I growl wildly as hot cum shoots deep inside a wet and steamy cunt! They don't stop, it's far from over....they need more, their thirst is insatiable!
They lick and suck my cock back to life and ride me every way they desire!
Use me and abuse me all you want my sexual creatures!
I never want to wake up from the dream!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I take you to an abandoned warehouse. I tie your naked body to the steel chair in the center of the room with black leather restraints around your waist and hands cuffed at your sides. It matches perfectly with your thigh high boots!
You gaze up at me lustfully, eager to be taken! Your eyes go wild when I slide the Hitachi wand right against your wet aching cunt. I duck tape to keep in place, ready to vibrate endless orgasms from your aching soul!
I hit the switch and enjoy watching you quiver with delight. The powerful vibrations rush through every pore of your body! Your mouth falls open letting out soft moans, your breathing grows faster.
I kiss you. Your lips suck softly on my tongue. I eagerly grab and massage your breasts, pinching your nipples firmly, making you growl like the sexual beast that you are....you need to be tamed! I lick and tease every inch of your body. Gnawing your neck, nibbling your tits, sucking your smooth thighs!
"Oh God baby, give me that hard cock," you beg! "Let me suck your cock while I cum!"
I free my throbbing tool and tease your mouth, your hungry tongue dances for it desperately wanting more, wanting it all.
I release the restraints from your hands, giving you what you need....what we both need! You work the shaft with both hands firmly and suck viciously on the head of my delicious cock! A rushing wave of orgasm hits you! You whimper and cry with ecstasy, I increase the power of the vibrating wand even more! Every muscle in your body contracts from the overloading sensations that penetrate your sensitive sex box.
You pump and suck wildly, crying out, "Oh God, oh my God, of fuck honey give me your cum, I need you to cum for me!"
I growl as the flood gates open and release sweet juice into your mouth! You grab my ass holding me steady as we share this orgasm. Hot juicy cum flows like a river down your mouth and onto my pole as your elegant hands continue to massage up and down my smoldering cock!
You don't stop, you need more! You pump another glorious load all over your chest! Slow like honey it oozes down your heaving tits!
"Oh my God, please turn it off! I can't take it anymore," you scream out.
"Maybe I will baby!" I tease in a wavering growl, shaking from my orgasm, still hard as a rock!
"God please," you beg.
"Maybe you'd like this better lover!"
I tear the wand away and replace it with my mouth.
"OH MY GOD! YES...YES....YES!" You moan and gasp uncontrollably!
I savor the taste of you, my tongue thrusting deep inside your sweet cunt as you scream madly!
"OH GOD! NO MORE....PLEASE NO MORE! IT'S TOO MUCH! OH GOD!"
It's never too much! I want to stay inside you forever because you are my slave to love and lust!
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Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The wait is over, I'm going to claim what is mine!
I will tie you up and tease you beyond belief! Lightly trace my hands against your perfect skin, massage your inner thighs, tease your pussy, gently nibble and gnaw on your firm nipples, flick my hot tongue against your clit, finger your hot ass! I'm gonna make you beg for this big cock!
I'll wrap my belt around your waist and fuck you hard from behind and smack your ass with my hand, you'll scream with delight.
Come here baby....suck the juice off of my hard cock....taste it....savor it....show me you miss it....long for it....need it for eternity!
Your pussy with quiver and pulse over and over again! I'll go all night for you baby! Suck me, fuck me, ride me, forever!
You can no longer deny your desire! You need it desperately don't you?
My lust for you is insatiable! I'm bringing everyone to join in our pleasure! Women will devour your body, men will bang you in unimaginable ways! We will taste and savor every inch of your perfection! You will get your sexual fill beyond your wildest dreams!
Do you want it?
Can you feel me breathing?
Can you taste me?
You know you want it!
Don't deny it!
Sam is coming, lay back and enjoy the ride!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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Friday, September 26, 2008
The next morning, I met Mr. Naughtypants, AKA Mr. Irving, early to go over the reports and help him organize his materials.
The dildo shimmied across my thigh when I walked and it was as exciting as all fuck. I'd loosened the harness to let it hang slightly on my leg, the wool fabric of my skirt disguising the rise of it nicely. I'd practiced on Marsha after our little shopping trip – she said the cock felt so real under my skirt, she was certain she could feel it throbbing when I rubbed up against her ass.
"Here you are Mr. Irving," I said, handing Mr. Greedycock his coffee. "Thanks hon," he said, grinning his nervous, "it's up to you ladies to prevent me from making an ass of myself" grin. "Love your power suit." He sipped at his coffee and laid the reports out on the conference room table.
Marsha and Ellen showed up with the PowerPoint projector and a fresh pot of coffee. Marsha handed me a package of whiteboard markers.
"The pens you ordered Mr. Irving," I said, moving closer. "We searched far and wide until we found the special-order colors you asked for -- scented yellow and black. Banana and licorice…..licorice whip, that is." When I said the word "whip," I hissed it slowly in a loud whisper. I tilted my body forward, pressing my upper thigh and the dildo into his leg. I looked up at him and winked. He stared, mouth open, startled, as I lightly ran my fingers along the edge of the cock so he could just see the outline of it through my skirt.
"Now then, I announced, spinning around quickly and raising my eyebrows at Martha. "Looks like we're ready to roll."
Mr. Bigcock twitched his way through the presentation, nervously keeping an eye on my skirt for signs of arousal. As the meeting wrapped up, he began to relax, most certainly imagining himself getting lucky with my dick in his ass on top of the conference room table with Marsha and Ellen dripping into his mouth.
"Mr. Irving," we need just a moment. Would you mind?
Mr. Bigcock checked his watch and took another eye swipe at my crotch. I swayed my hips a little for his benefit.
"Just five minutes, just a quickie," Marsha said, an evil smirk on her lips.
"Sure, five minutes, five hours, whatever you need."
I shut the conference room door and locked it.
"Well?" Mr. Naughtypants said, his face bright with anticipation.
"Well," Marsha said. "What we need from you is…."
"What we demand from you is equal opportunity employment."
Mr. Stingycock looked confused.
"You see, when I ask Ellen to help me do spreadsheets on a Saturday, naked, she receives full compensation. Anything less is illegal."
"It's only fair Mr. Bigcock."
I pushed Mr. Bigcock into a large leather chair and unknotted his tie, pulling it loose from his neck with a swift tug. I tied his hands behind his back and rolled him to the end of the table so he'd have a great view of the action.
"Mr. Bigcock. That's what we call you. We think you're hot. Animal hot. But you're stingy with that thing and we're not taking it any more. It's not nice to tease the girls."
"We're not showgirls," Marsha piped up. "We're not circus performers."
Ellen straddled Mr. Bigcock and squirmed in his lap. "Oh sweet dirty office sex," she cooed. "You really don't know what we're capable of, do you?"
"Now ladies," Mr. Irving said in his top exec tone. "Ladies please, you have the wrong idea."
"Shhhhh now Mr. Bigcock," Ellen said, unbuttoning his shirt and planting wet kisses up and down his neck. "We're going to show you exactly what we mean by equal opportunity."
Marsha unzipped my skirt while Ellen tugged my suit jacket off and unbuttoned my blouse. Mr. Bigcock turned the color of a stiletto stabbed tomato as I circled around him, feeling admittedly hot in black & pink French lace adorned lingerie. I tightened the harness and got that cock ready for action.
"Damn," he said again and again. "Damn, damn, hot fucking damn."
Marsha lifted her dress as Ellen lifted her skirt. They flung their shirts across a chair and sat spread-legged in matching black lace thongs at the edge of the table, their soft white skin like marble against the black glassy surface. I rolled Mr. Bigcock to the table corner for an even better view. He strained against his tied wrists as I gently parted Marsha's pink mound and teased her cunt with my tongue. Ellen nibbled at Marsha's ears and ran her fingers through her long red hair while Marsha fondled my breasts. What a team!
Mr. Bigcock now had a bulge in his pants the size of Manhattan. He twisted and moaned, his legs jerking around like he was being shocked.
"Quiet Mr. Greedypants or I'll be forced to gag you," Ellen warned him.
I pulled Ellen from the table and wrapped my arms around her front, sliding my cock between her legs and fondling her tits, her nipples hardening to my touch. "Does that feel good baby? You want my cock honey? Do you?"
"Should I Mr. Bigcock?" Ellen whispered. "Should I let her fuck me? Should I let a girl stick her dick in me? When there's a perfectly good man cock I could have? And right here in the board room? Right in front of you? Oh fuck yes!"
I slid my fingers deep into her pussy – oh my God, she was so wet and warm and ready. I slid my cock in and began pumping away. Mr. Bigcock looked like a trauma victim, sweat pouring from his forehead, his eyes dilated, explosion after explosion not happening in his pants, the buildup nearly sending him into cardiac arrest. It was fucking awesome. Ellen pulled Marsha from the table and slapped her ass hard. She finger fucked her like an animal and kissed her passionately as I banged away.
"Fuck me Andrea! Your cock feels so good. Oh yes!"
"Yes!" we all sang in unison, a chorus of angels. "Yes! Fuck yes!"
In the morning, my first email of the day was from Mr. Bigcock Naughtypants. It was a shot under his desk – a money shot worthy of Penthouse. Finally, equal opportunity employment. Some things really are worth fighting for
Monday, September 22, 2008
I only fantasized about you 40 times last night!
40. Fucking you from behind while you and your girlfriend are in a 69!
39. Watching four women pleasure your tits and sweet cunt!
38. Watching you suck four guys off one by one!
37. Massaging and sucking on your tits until you cum!
36. An all-nighter of fucking and sucking with you and a high priced call girl!
35. The two of us fucking on top of a bar while it's open!
34. Going to the AVN Awards and watching you suck Evan Stone's dick on stage!
33. Shy Love joins in!
32. I join in!
31. Fucking like animals at a swingers party!
30. Watching you get double penetrated by two studs on a king sized bed!
29. You sucking my throbbing cock under the table of a fancy restaurant!
28. The both of us jerking each other off in a public hot tub!
27. Eating your pussy in a hot sauna!
26. All of my buddies treating you to a gang bang!
25. Tying you up and letting two women tease and seduce you!
24. Fucking your oily tits!
23. Slowly fucking your tight ass!
22. You tying me to a bed while you and Trinity give me a double blowjob!
21. Watching a stripper give you a lap dance while you jerk me off!
20. Taking that same stripper home and watching the two of you have strap-on sex!
19. You riding my cock while the stripper fucks your ass!
18. Becoming members of the mile high club!
17. You sucking me off while I'm driving a car!
16. Watching you strip at amateur night!
15. Making love under a waterfall in Hawaii!
14. Doing it doggy style in a display window at Macy's!
13. Fucking on the kitchen counter!
12. Being videotaped while we go at it like pornstars!
11. Watching you masturbate through the bedroom window!
10. Joining you!
9. Taking you to a deserted parking lot and banging your brains out!
8. Fucking you on the balcony of a high rise hotel suite!
7. Having an oil wrestling match and letting you win!
6. Watching you and your girlfriends have an oil wrestling match!
5. Having sex on a pool table with two guys!
4. You giving me a handjob on a crowded dance floor!
3. Treating you to a body massage with a happy ending!
2. Slapping your ass with a love paddle while I give it to you from behind!
1. Making this list a reality!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Ellen looked at me hopefully. "Well? When do we shop?"
"Tonight. Six O-clock."
Freudian Slip, a boutique lingerie store in an old Victorian on the east side, wasn't the most obvious choice for she-cock shopping but it was definitely the most discreet – and fun. The place was filled with fluff and naughtiness….but we were only there for some of the lower level offerings. The real treasures were upstairs. Up a creaky set of wooden stairs, beyond the frill and lace of corsets and bustiers, fine brassieres, stockings, stilettos, and an enormous antique buffet stocked to overflowing with all manner of panties, was Freudian Slit, the toy & bondage attic.
Half of the attic space was remodeled into an outrageous gothic boudoir, complete with an ornately carved bondage bed. The other half of the attic was filled with shelves of toys -- everything from lube to dildos to dancing rabbits.
"Try on anything you'd like," the shop manager said, serving us with a smile. "Sylvia here is an amazing dom and does my demos – let her know if you'd like to see anything in action or need help with a fitting."
Sylvia looked ordinary enough. But I imagined that there was probably plenty of extra-ordinary beneath her tidy blond ponytail, fringed western-style top, jean skirt and hooker-heeled black leather cowboy boots embroidered with red pistols.
"Ladies – have your way and let me know when you're ready to give something a go," Sylvia grinned, fluttering her long lashes curled over exotic smokily lined eyes and gold frosted eyelids, then turning and going back to where she'd left off when we stormed the place -- straightening the leashes.
I felt an overwhelming urge to give away all of my worldly possessions, join the convent of sin, and become Sylvia's slave.
Our little group scattered and spread out as we giggled and touched our way through the store. I made my way to a row of harnesses and chains. What would Mr. Naughtypants be most tortured by?
Marsha sidled up beside me. "This one," she said, reading my mind and pulling a crotchless beauty, the "Translucent Wonder" from its hook. The white belt with silver rivets perfectly complimented the clear under part. The matching colorless cock was the perfect size to be worn discreetly beneath the pleated skirt of my tailored wool business suit.
"Well?" Marsha said, running her hands up and down the perky toy penis. "Let's give it a spin. Better yet, ask Sylvia to show us how to use it."
I took Sylvia aside and explained our "situation" with Mr. Bigcock.
"Oh, yes – I specialize in torture," Sylvia said. "You wouldn't believe how many clients of ours ask for help with the office bullies. Follow me ladies."
Ellen and Marsha fanned themselves with their hands as we followed Sylvia's swaying ass to the other side of the room. She opened a small cupboard near the bondage bed and pulled out a black yoga mat, unrolling it onto the glossy wooden floor.
Sylvia turned and faced us, her legs spread slightly, as if she was about to give a fitness seminar.
"The most important thing to remember is that you are as beautiful and as powerful as you want to be. It's all up to you. Confidence is key. Once you have that, it's all about the power and the pleasure."
Pulling her hair loose, Sylvia shook her head, blond waves unfolding onto her shoulders. She nodded at Marsha. "I need an assistant."
Marsha blushed wildly, but stepped forward. "This is a bit nuts," she said. "I've never done anything like this before, but what the hell."
"There's nothing to be shy or ashamed of ladies – we're just having some fun and learning about some new toys. Relax!"
Sylvia slowly unsnapped her blouse and unzipped her skirt, slipping free of both with what looked like one fluid belly dance type of movement – a swing of the hips and twist of the shoulders and voila! Wow. What emerged from inside of the urban cowgirl getup was a hottie in nothing but a sexy red leather shelf bra and matching French cut thong that perfectly matched her red boot embroidery.
"Now my lovely assistant, you can help me strap-on & then we'll switch."
Marsha's fingers shook a little as she buckled the harness around Sylvia's naked hips. "Perfect. Now slip this condom onto the dildo and feel me up with your hands. Go ahead. Rub it. It won't bite, but you can bite him. Doesn't that feel good?"
We all stood there in awe as sweet little Marsha crossed to the other side and took Sylvia's strap-on into her perfectly manicured hands. Little beads of sweat formed on her upper lip and she giggled a little as she felt up that shiny cock, her confidence building. She ran her hands up and down it for a long time, then lightly placed one hand on Sylvia's thonged ass and moved in a little closer.
"Yummy. Feels good in my hands."
Sylvia reached into the cupboard again and pulled out a bottle of lube. "This water based Juicy Lube is perfect for toys and it smells nice but doesn't have any sugar so it won't get sticky. Hold out your hand."
She pumped a couple of squirts into Marsha's open palm and thrust her hips forward.
"Get me wet. Start at my bottom and work your way up."
"Yes, my bottom. Between my legs. Under my dick."
Marsha slid her lubed palm between Sylvia's legs as Sylvia tilted her head back and sighed. "Doesn't it feel good to feel yourself for a moment before you feel him?" she asked in a low voice.
Oh my God, this was insane. It was like naughty pampered chef – all of us gathered around for a live demo. I wanted to ask if the dildo doubled as a batter whisk and whether it came with a matching bowl set.
Sylvia pushed her hands up under Marsha's blouse, fondling her boobs as Marsha continued her lube job, making her way from Sylvia's wet cunt to the tip of the cock, Marsha's small fingers exploring every ridged inch of it.
Ellen leaned in close and whispered, "Just look at her -- at them! This is so hot – I didn't think….."
"Your turn hotness," Sylvia announced suddenly. "Your turn to get those hips moving."
She removed the harness as Marsha, as if in a trance, pulled down her jeans and removed blouse. Sylvia buckled her in and Marsha did a little cock dance, spinning around as the dick bounced with her movements.
"What do you think girls? Grrrowl!"
We were speechless.
Sylvia slipped a new rubber onto the toy and wasted no time getting Marsha ready for action, gliding her lubed hands between Marsha's legs and her own.
I couldn't help but notice the shine of wetness sliding down Marsha's inner thighs as the scent of warm vanilla and rubber rose in the room.
"Now put your hands on your hips pretty Miss and thrust your hips like this."
Sylvia demonstrated, pushing her hips front and back with strong, masculine movements.
"Hold the cock in your hand when you can do it so you can feel your rhythm."
Sylvia took that beautiful wet Johnson in her hand and went at it.
"Oh yeah!" Sylvia said, clapping and turning to the studio audience, throwing us a thumbs-up sign. "Nice! Pump it, there you go. Oh yeah girl! Jack that thing off!"
Sylvia's reddish brown hair flipped across her face as she thrust harder and harder, one hand gripping the lubed cock as she pumped. "Yee-haw baby," she yelled out.
Sweet little Marsha. Holy mother of sexual prowess. Look at her go.
"Ready to test drive?"
Marsha looked at us as if we could answer for her. Our eyes must have said "fuck yes!" because she turned to Sylvia and said confidently, "Ready for action."
With Sylvia on all fours, her creamy white ass swaying a little, Marsha went to her knees and slowly and carefully eased the cock into Sylvia's well-trained cunt as if she was parallel parking during driver's ed class.
"Nice honey, very nice, but you don't have to be so careful. Move those hips. There you go. Get in the groove. Oh yeah. Nice. Thrust, thrust, thrust. You got it. Now reach around and finger my clit, feel it? Here, just like you'd like it. Just tease it lightly with your fingertips, now harder. Fuck yeah baby. Oh yeah."
God damn! Did I just touch myself? Quick! Somebody bring me a vibrator!
Sylvia's tits bounced atop her leather bra as Marsha pumped away. Marsha now had her hands now firmly on Sylvia's hips, grinding like she'd been fucking chicks all her life. They were actually fucking. Right here in the gothic boudoir. On the floor. On a yoga mat. While we watched. Time seemed to slow down as Marsha thrust the shiny cock in and out, in and out, her eyes closed, concentrating on her rhythm. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was twisting in my jeans, my body a puddle of goo as they went at it.
I felt somewhat relieved when Sylvia reared up with a loud moan, twisting her erect nipples between red-tipped fingers.
"Fuck me harder baby. You're making me cum – right there, right there. Oh yeah honey. Just like that. Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!"
Oh, Mr. Bigcock wouldn't even know what hit him.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A hot threesome featuring the beautiful and sexy Angel Dark!
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
And the Hottie of the Week is:
French fetish model Mina.
Who else but a chic French chick would be a multilingual horsewoman and classical dancer and hot fetish model? Her lover, as she mentions below, is a "rubber designer." Well! That would put the xxx in the sex!
Check out her blog and her own page at chickipedia.
Mina's bio is just as fascinating as her photos, well, maybe not, but it is good reading.
All about Mina, by Mina
Born in 1982, I grown in the warm and cool south of France's atmosphere, rocked by my father's italian origins and my mother's spanish ones. I lived a quite normal and very wise childhood. I did a lot of sports : 3 years in a horse riding school, 10 years of classical dancing before to stop when I became a teenager. I decided to quit because the ballet institution was too classical and straight for me. I went to the high school focused on the literary way, studying french literature, philosophy and three foreign languages (english, spanish, italian).
After getting my high school diploma, I felt involved in human beings and more particularly by their health. That's the reason why I wanted to be a nurse, studying in a medical school for one year. Unfortunately, I wasn't strong enough to endure the dark clouds of diseases and death : I was used to cry coming back at home, I was so sad that I decided to break for a while.
Meantime, my life changed when I met Sylvain Coeur-Jolly, the man I love since 2001. By chance, we discovered the fetish universe : sex shops, funny parties, amazing people. We walk along together as a couple but also individually : Sylvain is a rubber designer and I became a fetish model. It gives me the opportunity to share my taste for kinky stuff and I really love this.
I never loved my body and I couldn't imagine modeling. However, I met two french photographers during a fetish party : Robert Chouraqui and Eric Martin who were the first to shoot me. They gave me my chance and I really enjoyed this experience. From this time, I am really addict to photo studios : I did more and more shootings, exploring my fetishes, wearing beautiful clothes and shoes, meeting some crazy and open-minded people.
Step by step, I discovered who I am and what I need : eccentric lifestyle, funny and sexy games revealing my secrets. I deeply love corset, latex, nylon and, last but not least, I adore extreme high heels. Bondage is my ultimate fantasy : I really enjoy being strictly tied. Like a lot of dancers, my body is trained to suffer and I am really comfortable with restraint. That's so exciting and entertaining!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
My first email of the day was from Mr. Bigshot Naughtypants. "Send me a shot under your desk."
I texted him a cell pic of the tangle of dusty wires down there. Under my desk.
He pouted hopefully when I delivered a report. On my way out, I dropped a pencil. "Oops," I said, turning sideways and bending over to retrieve it, showing off my ass to his polished cherry bookshelf. "Clumsy me."
Then I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Bigcock under his desk. I spread my legs and held my cell there, capturing the lacy pink satin bowed light particles gartering for attention. "Send."
When Mr. Naughtypants flipped me a message to report immediately for an unscheduled noon meeting, I simply had to decline. "Booked, checking schedule," I replied.
In the ladies room after lunch with the girls, I posed in the stall for a quick pic of my sticky skully bum. "Sorry. Booked all day. Any openings tomorrow?"
Oh, Mr. Bighead was pissed for days after that. Not my boss. Not my problem. He asked for a shot & that's what I gave him. He wasn't my type anyway and just knowing that he'd seen my pink satin and wanted more. That was enough. Should have been enough.
The next week, during the quarterly executive assistant leadership gathering to address the redesign of the employee break room & fitness center rules and operations manual, our all-female team determined that it would be most productive to fuck all the bullshit and focus instead on the next chick's night out. The estrogen levels in the room rose to radioactive levels and things got a bit out of hand.
The gamma rays and girl talk must have gone to my head and somehow it just slipped out about Mr. Naughtypants and his greedy libido. Marsha fumed. "Bastard! He asked me for titty pictures and tried to get me to come in on a Saturday to work on his spreadsheets."
Lisa was doubly steamed. "I did come in on Saturday to work on his spreadsheets."
"Well?" I pressed.
"Nothing. Fucker just wanted to watch me work naked."
"He needs to be taught a lesson, that Mr. Stingydick."
"He's so handsome and sexy in his expensive silk suits, too. He's got charisma. What's his deal?"
"Maybe he's afraid of us."
Ellen laid down the whip.
"I think he needs to feel the power on the other side of the desk. Hey Andrea -- dare you to wear a strap-on to the vice president's meeting and give him a little bump."
I was feeling catty, but really! Wear a strap-on to the veeps meeting? Hello Kitty! Going a bit far, dontya think?
"Why don't you sport a knobby there Ellen? Your idea."
"Because I have to run the equipment – I'm the powerpoint mistress, miss garter belt & stockings under-the-desk photo queen."
I looked around the room and felt a bit woozy. All the pretty girls were looking at me so sweetly and pertly, their lips saying, "Please! It will be fun! It's up to you to give us something to put some color and flash into this little shit brown cubicle of a life."
"Maybe. We'll have to practice. I'm not going in cold. And we'll also have to go shopping. I have the perfect outfit – just need to find the right dildo for the skirt – it needs to be flexible and not too big – can't go walking into the boardroom with an elephant trunk between my legs."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Another hot one cooked up by up and coming erotic author Kirsten Monroe!
Tapped out. That's what I was. It was a slow night at the bar. I'd been pulling the tap all night for the beer belly crowd, not even doing any mixing. I guess I was a little bored from the monotony, which made me antsy for some action, jittery for some kink, if you know what I mean. My mind had long since slipped into the gutter.
I went to re-stock the beer fridge and imagined myself splayed out in the walk-in cooler, my ass propped up on a case of Corona, my back resting on a 50-pound sack of roasted peanuts. After all, crazy things can happen after closing, when the bar goes dark, when one or two tipsy customers hesitate by the door, looking back at you with liquor-glazed eyes and lustful smiles as the sign is flipped. Open. Closed. By the time I snapped out of it, I'd concocted a full-on orgy in the cooler, party ice and peanuts and beer everywhere. "Liz honey, you're a naughtly little pervert," I reprimanded myself, shaking myself loose from la-la-land and forcing myself back to work.
I wiped the bar and tried to hold off the dirty thoughts while lazily watching NASCAR on the big screen across the room when Cinnamon sashayed over in her sexy way with an order. "Five pints of baby piss for the fur balls in the corner." She blew me a kiss.
"This place is dead tonight," I said, draining the piss keg for the millionth time. "It's Wednesday night! What gives? It's Hump Day, people! Hump Day!"
The beach town pub was popular with servicemen and locals. It wasn't a roughneck sort of place, but it wasn't for penny loafers either.
Cinnamon pulled a curl of her namesake colored hair onto her middle finger and twirled it tightly. She had blue velvet eyes and peach creamy skin. She dressed like a wild orchid and I swear, she never wore the same thing twice. Tonight it was a low-cut gold silk baby doll dress with princess sleeves. She wore a shimmering choker made of sea glass around her dainty neck, her hair done up and held in place with pearl-tipped pins and long-handled bar spoons. Somehow she could pull the "sea bitch" look off with grace. Cinnamon the sexpot pub siren. Say that ten times fast.
"Maybe it's the weather," she said. "All of our friends in uniform are in their bunkers, watching porn and eating chili in a can."
Cinnamon winked and plucked a cherry from my tray. She tossed it into the air, caught it by the stem in her lips, twirled it once and dangled it from her tongue. "You know Liz, three drops of your hot juice in that Buttcrack Light – a little bar wench voodoo – could transform that table of hosers over there into a horny platoon of marines in ten seconds flat. Drip of yours and a drop of mine – let's see who's got the muff mojo."
"Dirty girl," I said. "You would, too."
Muff mojo indeed. One day bartender Dave, the tender before my shift said, "You wouldn't believe how many girls are willing to blow me for a freebie."
"Oh yeah," I said. "Well, I mix 'em weak, charge 'em double, and they still tip me big for a two-minute walk on the dark side of the moon. See you tomorrow Davy Crotchless."
Liar. The truth was, I was jealous. Of course I'd never had a guy eating me out under the bar. I actually ducked my head and looked around down there after Davy Dick left. Where would you put an entire woman under here? Just her head maybe, or her boobs, but not the whole girl, not completely hidden from view.
Dave was probably pulling my chain. But it sure sounded like fun. Cinnamon agreed. Sure sounded like fun. Anyway, it didn't matter tonight. We were in the dead zone. I tucked the bar towel into the waist of my grey and red plaid miniskirt and sighed.
"Nice touch!" Cinnamon said, settling the foamy pints onto her tray. "Love the name patch."
"Thanks Cin," I said, running my fingers over the red and white patch. It was a new addition to my hump day uniform, my favorite schoolgirl mini with shiny black motorcycle boots, a black half-shirt and short black denim jacket. I'd recently added a grease monkey patch and had it embroidered with my bartender name: Billy Bob.
The neon bar signs flickered outside in on the windows and a light rain spattered against the glass. Bada Bing! Drink. On Tap. Bud Light. Open.
The Budweiser dorks checked out and we only had a half hour to closing when Cinnamon walked up behind me slipped a hand under my skirt.
"Holy shit Billy Bob!" she shrieked. "I was grabbing for a handful of ruffles. You're as naked and wet as the olive in a dirty martini."
"Whoa! Cin!" I jumped as she reached in again and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. "Commando is part of the uniform. I'm ever hopeful, you know."
"Well, now I'm hopeful too. Nice hot box Billy," she giggled.
Cin pinched my cheek and straightened her silk, both of us blushing a little.
I re-stocked the bar, slipping back into my walk-in cooler orgy fantasy while Cin wiped tables. When she returned she slid her hand down my black bobbed hair and whispered into my ear. "You have a wild imagination Billy. I could see the skank in your smirk from across the room."
Cinnamon pressed close and slowly, and ran one hand down my leg, the silk of her dress teasing against my skin. She lowered herself down, twisting atop her strappy gold heels and winding around my leg as if it were a pole. I leaned against the bar and closed my eyes. Cinnamon placed her ass directly atop my right boot, straddling my ankle. I shuddered, instantly wet as she glazed my inner thighs with her tongue and pressed a handful of soft curls against the lower part of my ass. Sometimes reality is better than fantasy.
Cinnamon's reached up and under my shirt and got within a fingertip's reach of my aching nipples when the door jangled open.
"Shit, I forgot to turn the sign and lock the door. Be still," I hissed, pulling her hands down."
Holy fuck. Our ship had arrived. He was dressed in civilian clothes, but he had the look of a Navy man. There would be no tap tugging for this sailor. His face was wet with raindrops, his skin reddened from the unseasonably cool wind. What this boy needed was his ration of rum.
"Captain, Oh Captain," I whispered.
The young stud wore faded 501s and an old leather jacket. He tugged down the zipper as he walked in and looked around. He pulled off his jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door. He straightened the hem of his tight black t-shirt, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly up to the bar.
"Glad somebody's still awake in this town."
"Hi there handsome," I smiled. "What's your pleasure this fine wet night?"
"You have Guinness on cask?"
"Pint of Guinness and a shot of Bushmills."
I felt weak in the knees.
"On the double," I said, sparks flying off my bare ass. I turned to pull a glass from the shelf, forgetting about the Siamese twin attached to my thigh. I lurched forward, nearly falling on my face.
Sailor boy leaned slightly over the bar and glanced down, his face spreading into a wide grin.
A pair of long legs and angles strapped into gold heels were clearly visible stretched out below the bar.
"Well, looks like I'm not too late for happy hour."
Cinnamon untangled herself from my boot stood up, seriously blushing. She silently washed her hands and adjusted a hair pin.
"Oh, but you are too late sweetness," she said without skipping a beat. "Much too late. Happy hour ended at six. Fortunately for you, fucking ecstatic hour started five minutes ago….and drinks, darts and pool are on the house."
I shot her a look, but there was no stopping her now. She turned the door sign, flipped the lights and unplugged all of the neon lights except for "Bada Bing!" Red ropes of light buzzed across the room.
I handed our man in white his pint and shot. "What's your name sailor?"
He slammed the whiskey and sipped at his beer, licking foam from his upper lip. "My name's Damian," but what makes you think I'm a sailor."
"Well," I winked, "you look seaworthy."
"That I am. But I'm not Navy. I own a dive shop and volunteer with the Coast Guard rescue dive team."
Cinnamon didn't waste any time. "Billy Bob and I were just talking about shooting some pool. Care to join us?"
In the half-light we chalked our sticks, sexual tension building in the half-light.
Damian racked the balls and took the first shot, his hard, lean face and high cheekbones starkly outlined by light and shadow. The electrical storm between my legs was making me high. When it was my turn to shoot, Cinnamon made her move, licking the base of my bare ass cheeks when I bent over. "Thanks Cinnamon," I said coolly. "It always helps me concentrate when you do that."
I hit the shot dead-on, closed my eyes and let out a dramatic sigh. "Yes!"
Damian was obviously rattled, missing the next few shots.
"Concentrate baby," Cinnamon told him, pushing her stick between his legs and grinning devilishly.
Spinning around, Damian took Cinnamon by the shoulders and pulled her hair loose. It fell in thick waves down her shoulders. In one swift movement he picked her up and set her on the edge of the pool table. Gold silk pooled around her waist. He spread her legs and pressed himself between them, rubbing her breasts wit his hands through the thin fabric. He nibbled at her ear and pressed a handful of her hair into his face. Taking my hand, he pulled me into the triangle, tugging my jacket loose and lifting my t-shirt over my head. I stood there quivering, bare-assed and naked from the waist up in my skirt and boots. "Breathe Liz, breathe," I told myself.
"So Billy Bob, what do you do to help Cinnamon with her game?" Damian growled. He pushed down on my shoulders and spread Cin's legs wider.
"Sometimes I give her a quick kick in the ass and tell her to pull it together. Other times I do this."
I bent down, nuzzling Cin's damp thighs with my lips and pulling her sparkling black ruffled rumba tanka panties down to her ankles. I took her into my mouth and fingered her clit, pressing my tongue deep into her wet folds. Entering her that way was like stepping barefoot into a sun-warmed tidepool on a summer afternoon. Cin moaned, the space between her legs quivering and alive beneath my hungry mouth. Hot juice dripped down my thighs as Damian placed his hands on my hips. I turned and unbuckled his belt, sucking in air as I felt Cinnamon's hands on my bare breasts, twisting my nipples hard and biting gently at my back.
"Fucking amazing," Damian sighed as his jeans dropped to the floor and I tugged his boxers down, his cock hot and dripping when I released it, cradling it against my stomach for a moment before turning back to Cin's needy cunt.
"Cinnamon, you hot, hot girl," I said, pulling her lips wide and pressing four fingers deep inside. She arched her back and pressed her heels into the edge of the table, arms outstretched, gripping the side pockets.
Damian pressed his mast between my legs and I braced for it when I felt him pull back.
"Hold it there Billy Bob," I'm not letting you have all the fun."
He turned and picked me up, holding me sideways in his strong arms, his cock hot and hard pressing into the small of my back. He leaned in and he sucked gently on my tits, licking in slow circular motions, his stubble a good hurt against my soft skin. He set me down next to Cinnamon and pulled her back to sitting, tugging her dress down to release her large firm breasts, glowing white and soft.
Our moans, the buzz of neon, and the occasional sound of wet tires on pavement echoed through the pub, lit only by red flashes and streetlamps.
Damian pulled himself into one hand, stroking his hard purple-pink cock while going down on both of us, back and forth, careful to give us equal time. Cin and I leaned back on our hands, our legs spread wide, both moaning loudly, not holding back. I took Cinnamon's soft mouth in mine, sinking into her soft, full lips. She tasted like spearmint gum and cranberry juice and smelled like warm sand. We made out wildly as Damian got us off with animal-like stamina, a tangle of tongues and hands, lips, and breasts as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure crashed over us.
Damian's tongue flicked hard again and again across my clit. I yelled out, my voice raw and low in my throat. "Fuck me, oh God Damian, fuck me." A bolt of lightning streaked across my mound as Damian hit my g-spot with cruel deliberation, Cinnamon's tongue tying my pleasure center in knots from the top down. "Fuck yes! Oh yes!"
Sprawled out on the table, I moaned uncontrollably and vibrated with the pleasure of a double orgasm. Still shaking, I forced myself to recover quickly, straddling Cinnamon to tease her breasts in my mouth as Damian went down on her, giving her the same attention he gave me, sucking her clit, reaching for her g-spot, tossing her high into the air, breathing fire between her legs and dousing her with pleasure.
Cinnamon came hard, back arched, hips rocking, shuddering against my lips, her hands kneading my breasts.
"You are fucking amazing," Damian, "I said, lowering myself to his cock. I pressed his hard length deep into my throat, relaxed, opening myself fully to him, enjoying the salt-and-pepper taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.
I stood and motioned for him to lie atop the green felt. He slipped his ankles from his jeans and boxers and pulled his chest free of cotton.
"We'll start on top," Cinnamon cooed sensuously. "And work our way down."
We each took an ear, stroking and rubbing his entire body with our hands, slowly, ever so slowly slipping and sliding down Damian's hard body, every muscle contracted and twitching with desire. His cock jumped in our soft hands, his balls relaxing and constricting as we kissed and teased, stroked and rubbed, working as a team, slowing down when we sensed him reaching the edge, speeding up to increase the intensity.
Cinnamon took his long shaft in her hand, her fist lubed with her own juice. I took his head in my mouth, circling the throbbing velvet tip with my tongue, hungrily swallowing every drop as a steady stream of his hot sticky cum wet my lips.
"You're all ours baby," I whispered, wrapping my tongue around his head again and again, Cinnamon's fist stroking hard and fast, squeezing him ever harder.
"Tell us what you want. Tell us exactly what you want."
"It all feels so good," Damian moaned. "Lick my balls baby, I like that. Fuck me in the ass."
"You fucking got it stud," Cinnamon said, sliding from the table. She wet her thumb in her mouth and slid it slowly into his asshole while licking his balls.
His rod was stiff as driftwood, calling out for attention. I did what came naturally and straddled him in a reverse cowgirl, lowering myself onto him, fucking in rhythm with Cinnamon.
As if we'd unleashed the perfect storm, Damian jolted on the table, his hands on my breasts and neck, pulling at my hair wildly, his entire body straining against both of us. He moaned, twisted and shuddered. I could feel him reaching climax, his moans louder and louder, his voice deep and grinding. I pulled off of him quickly and gripped his slick length in my hands, stroking quickly, my grip firm and tight. His chest felt hard and good under my ass as he lifted his hips and exploded onto my tits and Cinnamon's upturned face, his cum glowing like fireworks in the neon red light streaking across the green. Time slowed down as I held him, felt him pulsing in my hand as he let loose, showering sparks of effervescence onto our glistening skin.
Bada bing! Bada bing!
We toasted with a nightcap at the bar, our bodies still warm and wet and sticky, the taste of satisfaction fresh on our lips.
Damian pulled on his jacket and hesitated at the door as Cin and I blew him dirty little kisses. "Goodnight girls," he said. "I'll see you again soon….at closing time."
Monday, September 1, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Is this what French women fantasize about? Maybe I need to move!!!!
A very hot retro French gang bang clip! Even if one of the guys looks like Marlon Brando in the Godfather, but with thinning hair!
Either way it's worth watching!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
While most of us aren't equipped (mentally and/or physically) to have our own game of Ultimate Surrender, I came up with a tamer version....."Sweet Surrender!"
The object of the game is to make your partner orgasm first or decide he/she would rather orgasm (i.e. surrender) than continue with round play!
Here's how it works:
Each person gets two minutes per round to work their lover to the point of sexual release, doing it in the fastest amount of time possible. Of course, if you are really talented at giving pleasure, your partner should forgo his or her turn and continue receiving the royal treatment! If not, roles are switched after 2 minutes is up and it's their turn to please.
Basically, the winner is the one who has the most restraint, while the loser is the one who surrenders by orgasm either willingly or unwillingly.
Here are the rules:
Rounds 1 & 2: Display your oral and manual talents with only the use of mouth and hands.
Rounds 3 & 4: Bust out the tool box!!! Sex toys may be used in addition to mouth and hands. So break out the vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, masturbation sleeves, etc., and do your naughtiest!
Round 5+ (If it goes that long): No holds barred! You know what they like so bring it! Tie them up, double penetrate, buzz the tower, suck and fuck, whatever it takes, all moves are allowed!
Final rule: If the person receiving pleasure first orgasms, he/she still has a chance in the bottom of the round to still win/tie (Kind of like the home team in baseball getting their last at bats).
There you have it! This game is even better when there is a little friendly wager involved! In my case, the loser will be a sexual slave to the winner the following weekend!
Stay tuned for a personal summary! Either way we both eventually win!
And if you decide to play....good luck and happy humping!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm going to make you mine!
I tie you up and position you on all fours, just how I want you, just how you love to be taken!
Your body slips and slides against the satin sheets as you fight against the restraints bound to your wrists and ankles as I tease your arms with sweet smoldering kisses, flicking with my tongue and gnawing with my teeth against your flesh! Your nipples are firm and erect, visibly aroused through your silk black teddy. I tug on them with my hands as I continue my slow methodical torture with my hot breath!
I work the sides of your body with wet lips and soft tracing hands, sending chills down your spine! Your hands clinch into fists; you shiver and moan as I worship your perfect body!
You are my Goddess!
I position my head beneath you, lightly caressing the soft curves of your perfectly round ass! Your pussy is wet and glistening under the soft glow of candlelight. I tease you with soft wet kisses along your inner thighs, stopping and hovering around the curve of your pussy. You moan and whimper in agony, longing for me to suck on your soaking cunt!
“Please,” you whisper, one simple word.
“What do you need baby?”
“I need you to fuck me, please!”
I untie your hand and give you a hard wet vibrating dildo. Your hand clinches around its shaft.
“Show me how you need to be fucked lover!”
You thrust the cock deep inside of you, pumping strong and fast!
“You like to be fucked hard don’t you baby?"
“Oh yeah,” you moan.
“You wish it was my cock inside of you?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck yes,” you coo.
“Prove it, suck my cock, prove it to me lover!”
I free your other hand and position my throbbing tool right In front of your hungry mouth. You eagerly take it in, wrapping your hand around the base, jerking and sucking me in rhythm as you get yourself off with the large tool.
“Wow baby you want this cock bad don’t you?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” you moan as your voice is muffled by my dick sliding into your hot mouth.
“Soon enough baby! First I’m going to suck you off while I watch you fuck yourself! You need to earn my cock! You need to cum for me first! Can you do that for me baby? Would you like that?”
“You want me to slap your ass?”
I slide beneath you again, blowing cool air against your clit, making your body shiver and shake.
“Please,” you cry out as you fuck yourself wildly!
My mouth clamps down against your sensitive clit, my hand slaps against your ass.
“Oh God,” you growl.
I slap your ass over and over, slightly harder with each smack, making your flesh burn!
“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you?
“Cum for me my sex Goddess! Cum all over that hard cock!”
You work frantically! The cock slaps against your cunt as I suck hard on your clit and pinch your nipples with my hands, sending you over the edge!
“Oh God I’m gonna cum, oh my God!”
Every muscle of your body contracts as the flood gates open! I quickly yank the dildo from your hand and place my mouth over your pussy, sucking all of your juices, savoring the sweet taste!
You cry out wildly, quivering in orgasmic overload!
I position my throbbing cock behind you, love paddle in hand, ready to take you, ready to make you mine!
“Good girl! Now I’m gonna give it to you! How to you need it?”
"Long and hard," you moan uncontrollably in long gasping breathes.
"Like this baby?" I ask as I bring a love paddle down on your ass and penetrate you deep.
"Oh fuck yes," you groan.
Your ass makes that beautiful slapping sound as you buck back against me fiercely. I continue to bring the love paddle down across your back side, sending sweet stinging pleasure into your rosy flesh!
Our breathing is hot and heavy as my cock slides with full long strokes, your dripping sex overwhelmingly warm against my cock. Your inner walls tighten and spasm around my tool as you cry out blissfully, releasing another deep orgasm. I'm just a moment behind!
"I'm gonna cum deep inside of you now baby! Do you want it? Do you need it?"
"Oh yes give it to me! Cum hard for me baby! Fuck me! Oh God give it to me! Now!"
I release, giving you my sweet cum, pumping hard and deep inside of you. My hands claw at your muscular back as I howl in ecstasy!
I remain deep inside until you receive every drop of my juice! Your pussy contracts and milks it all, draining me completely!
You turn your head to mine and our mouths meet, tongues lapping together, both of us mad with lust.
"I love you! You are the best," I whisper into your ear.
You are my sexual servant!
I know you will have your chance to be the dominant one next time, but for now....
You are mine!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sorry I couldn't find a virtual blowjob for women ladies
However I found the gift that keeps on giving. The gift that never suffers from erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation. A gift that is strong, never goes limp, and is always rock hard!
I present to you....the bangmachine!