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My husband knows I am an absolute whore. That’s not to say that I charge for my favours - It’s just that I have to have cock! The more and bigger the better! You may remember the man from my last story, Kim took me on a picnic in the woods and fucked me to heaven and back! Sadly, over time, we lost contact with Kim. We were living in different parts of the country and it was too long to drive each time, so we lost contact.
We continued with the same advertisement in the adult magazine. “Tie and gag my husband, while you rape me!” I had been spoiled with Kim’s huge cock, so this time we were looking for a man 25-40 years and with a dick at least 18 cm long.
Out of the blue, we received another letter from Kim. He wrote:
“Hi there! I have seen your ad, and I think we know each other; the girl is called Lene and her husband Joergen. Last year I visited Lene and her husband and we enjoyed a wonderful sexual experience. They asked if I would visit them again, but I have to drive a great distance each way and meant that it was to far for a relationship. So I passed. I am sure you are the same “Lene” and if you live closer now, I’ll like to meet up again very much indeed. I thought that you were very exiting. Please call me if it’s a yes or no! I wait and hope for the best. Many good wishes from Kim. ”
I remembered the great fuck with Kim in the woods, and my pussy immediately became really wet. When my husband came home I showed the letter to him, and said; “Shall we phone him darling?”
“Yes, I never saw him fucking you and I would very much like that.” he replied.
The very next day I phoned Kim at his work. He was really exited to hear that I was indeed the same girl he remembered. He told me, that he had regretted many times that he cut the connection with us. He went on to say that his wife was visiting a sister the next week, and we could come and visit him then, an evening of our choice. We should just phone him and tell him that we were coming the day before.
I talked to my husband about it, and we got a babysitter for the next Wednesday evening. I phoned Kim Monday and told him that we would visit him around 7 PM of that evening. He was really happy and so was I.
Wednesday evening 7.10: We knocked at Kim’s door. He answered and let us in. He offered us some coffee and we had a long talk. Suddenly he looked at me and said, Can you remember what you promised me the last time Lene? I said; “Yes Kim I remember, but you must be careful, that big prick of yours is really massive!” “I am so happy you remember Lene, because I have been longing for it a long time” he said.
When we had finished our coffee he took both my husband and myself into his bedroom. There were two separate beds and Kim quickly tied my husband to a chair. He reached under my skirt and tore off my panties and then gagged my husband with the soaking garment and one of my nylon stockings.
He kissed me all over my body, squeezing my tits and pinching my hard nipples. He then pushed me down on one of the beds and began licking my burning pussy. He licked me until I got my first orgasm. Then, unzipping his fly and showing me that monster cock that I remembered so well, he slowly pressed that big dick up in my pussy and fucked me hard.
I was moaning loudly and orgasmed once more, just as he filled my pussy with his juice. We caressed each other’s bodies for a while, while my husband watched helplessly from his chair, and waited for Kim’s dick to grow hard once again.
When I felt it beginning to stir, I licked and sucked the big, mushroom shaped head and soon it was as hard as a rock again.
“Get down on the floor Lene, on all fours” Kim said in a breathless voice.
I know what was about to happen and I said; “Be gentle with me Kim, your dick is so big!”
He fetched some lubrication jelly and lubricated my asshole and his dick. Then I felt it against my anus. There was a steady pressure and suddenly my asshole opened and the big dickhead went up my aching ass.
I moaned. “No Kim it’s to big!”
“Don’t you worry Lene. Relax; you are going to be just fine.”
He kept his dick in my ass just so my anus was squeezing it right behind the big head. He was quite still for a minute or so, then he slowly pushed the big cock all the way up inside me. It felt good now. It only hurt a little, and the feeling of being filled to the limit was amazing.
Just as his dick went to the bottom, I came in an explosion of orgasm. I was screaming and moaning. When I had calmed a bit down he began to fuck me. It felt wonderful. He fucked me harder and harder, and I felt my tits swinging with his thrusts. When he filled me with his juice I orgasmed again myself.
With trembling legs, I slowly succeeded in getting back onto the bed. I was flat on my back gasping for air and I could feel his juice leaking from my open and abused asshole.
Kim was caressing my relaxed body, and kissing me when we remembered my husband. I could see a large damp patch on the front of his trousers where he had climaxed without even being touched! Just the sight of seeing Kim’s huge cock buried in my ass had been enough to make him cum.
Kim and I grabbed a quick shower and he then released my husband from his bonds.
“Lene. Come here and watch your husband,” commanded Kim as he pushed my husband to his knees. “I am still horny and I want you to see him suck another load of cum from my cock!”
I was shocked. My husband is always keen to do whatever I suggest, but I wasn’t sure he would do what Kim ordered without protest. He looked towards me and seeing that I was agreeing with Kim’s demands, he slowly sucked the large and still erect cock into his mouth.
It was one of the most exciting things I have ever seen and had to bury my fingers inside my panties and frig myself off as I watched. My husbands face was bulging to the shape of Kim’s big cock as he thrust it in and out of his mouth. It took several minutes, but Kim and I finally came at the same time. I sat on the floor with my panties pulled to one side, masturbating for all I was worth with three fingers deep in my pussy, while Kim exploded over my husbands face with a groan.
After we had all three cleaned up again, Kim offered us a cup of coffee before we went home. I was sure that I’d meet Kim again, and already longed to feel his big fat dick in my pussy and ass..
I was sucking my husband’s dick, while we were driving home. He had a hard time concentrating on the driving, but quickly found a resting-place at the roadside and turned in and stopped the car. I was aware that he had cum in his pants only a short time before, but really wanted to taste his seed for myself. I sucked harder and deeper and after a short time, I was rewarded with a faceful of his hot, sticky semen. I took a handkerchief and cleaned my face and his dick and then I kissed him.
“Thank you for being so understanding, darling.” I said.
He kissed me back and we drove home and went straight to bed. We fucked several times more that night with my darling husband filling my pussy and ass twice. His cock did not feel as big in my butt as Kim’s monster, but it was really nice all the same!
The next day Kim phoned me.
“Thank you for the great fuck yesterday, Lene, and please thank your husband for servicing my cock as well. I would very much like to see you again tonight.”
“Kim, you have a lovely big dick, but the problem is I’m quite sore right now. I want to wait some time before I get that again. But phone me in about two weeks and then we can talk about it, okay?”
“Okay, Lene.” he replied. “Have a nice time until then; I’ll phone you in fourteen days!”
He did call me, but I’ll save that story for another time!
The End

There have been times although I am a straight woman that I have thought about another’s woman’s hand caressing my thigh or her tongue touching mine. When I was younger I had an affair with a slightly older woman though neither of us had been with another woman before. The memories of those hot nights and her small narrow hands on my body and her tongue licking at my skin still come back to me frequently.
If I close my eyes and let myself I can still remember the way her lips felt on mine and the taste of her that would linger in my mouth after we made love. And although I enjoy men, the way that they can wrap their arms around you and make you feel so safe. There are some things that men have that women don’t, but I think about it.
No one has come close to comparing to Martine in bed. At the time I was younger and more naive and a little giddy with the idea of it. Martine would look at me with her serious green eyes while she kissed me. Sometimes when she was pumping her fingers in and out of me she would demand in her slow sexy voice that I look at her and not close my eyes. She said she loved watching me come.
I used to love getting her in the shower. She was very tall and slim with perfectly rounded breasts. She was foreign and her French accent used to drive me mad. Anyway we would get in the shower and I would watch as the water ran over her smooth tan skin. Then I would run my hands all over her slippery body.
I would take the soap and run it up her back which would always make her shiver. Then as the water rinsed away the soap I would lean in and kiss her. There is nothing quite like kissing someone, your tongue sliding into their wet hot mouth, while water pours down on you.
While our tongues slid together and touched and then slid away I would run my hands down to her breasts and pinch and twist her nipples the way that I knew she liked. Her hands would come around to knead my round bottom. When I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked hard running my tongue back and forth her fingernails would dig into my ass.
Her skin would be hot and clean. I would use my teeth a little rough on her nipples and she would moan, “Oh, yes, Kathleen. Just like that.” In that sexy accent.
While I teased her nipples with my tongue I would slide one hand down her stomach which would be slippery with water. I would spread my fingers so that only my middle finger would part the shaved lips of her pussy. No matter how hot the water was her pussy was always hotter. And wetter.
I would slide my finger along her clit just enjoying how wet and hot she was. The I would slide my finger up inside of her and pump it in and out slowly. She would grip my shoulders and spread her legs farther apart and gasp and moan. Sometime she would moan so loud that I thought the neighbors might hear. Sometimes I hoped that they could hear. The idea of them hearing me driving her crazy turned me on.
I would lower myself to my knees and sticking out my tongue run it over the outside of her pussy first. And then with my finger still sliding in and out of her I would point my tongue and touch her clit.
I would use just the tip at the very top, touching so lightly and wiggling my tongue back and forth a little. Then without warning I would slide it down and over her clit and flick it back and forth before once again retreating to the top.
This would drive her crazy the quick bursts of attention to her clit. I would lick and suck and bite her clit until I could feel her legs begin to tremble a sure sign that she was about to come and then I would pull away and lick all around, but not touching her clit. When she would start to cry out, sometimes begging sometimes just moaning incoherently, I would thrust another finger inside of her and suck her click into my mouth while vigorously pumping my fingers in and out of her.
At this point she would be so wet that my whole mouth was coated with her juices. I would be so into her pleasure that sometimes I wouldn’t even taste her until afterward. I liked the taste of her though, so hot and salty and thick.
I would hold her clit between my lips and run my tongue over the tip inside my mouth. This drove her crazy and never failed to make her come. I would feel her inner muscles clench around my fingers so tightly that it almost hurt. She would practically scream when she came. Her hands would fly out to grip my head or my shoulders or whatever she could reach. Her legs would shake and clamp around the sides of my head.
If I kept plunging my fingers in and out of her she would come over and over again. Her cries would get louder and louder. Eventually her legs would give out and she would sit down on the edge of the tub. Then her beautiful hairless pussy would be right in my face and I would keep thrusting my fingers in and out.
Nothing before or since has turned me on as much as watching Martine as I fucked her. Especially when she was sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread, her pussy open to me, her head thrown back, unintelligible sounds coming from her throat.
When she was finally done she would put her hand around my wrist to stop me and pull me up to her. She would kiss me for a long time, licking her own come out of my mouth. Then she would pull me out of the tub and shove me down on the floor.
I would lie there dripping wet while she slid her dripping body over mine. She would spread my thighs and then my lips with her fingers. She would flatten her tongue and lick all the way up from the bottom to the top of my pussy. Then she would thrust her tongue as far inside of me as it would go. Her tongue was long and I would feel it twist inside of me a few degrees cooler than my hot flesh and rough against the smooth sensitive skin of my pussy.
She would wait until I starting panting and then she would turn her body wiggling her long frame up between my legs until her hot, wet, pussy was touching mine. Then she would begin to thrust her hips. We would move against each other our lips spreading so that the hot wet flesh of our pussies was pressed together.
We would keep this up until we were both trembling and then she would roll us over so that I was on top of her in a 69 position. She would thrust her tongue into me and I would roll her clit around with the tip of mine. When I found where she was most sensitive she would grunt into my pussy the vibrations sending a jolt through my clit. Soon we would both be moaning into each other hot flesh as we came licking up each other’s juices.
We had a lot of good times, Martine and I. I tried once to tell my boyfriend about it. I wondered if he would do a threesome, but he wasn’t open to the idea at all. So I am left to my memories and the sound and taste of Martine that still exists in my mind.

The exhibitionist adventures of Melanie and Susanne continue…
Melanie pulled back the curtains of her hotel room on the third floor, opened the sliding door, and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. At 28, Melanie had light brown hair with streaks of blonde, petite but perky breasts, a slim figure, and a deep, dark tan all over her body.
“What a view!” she said, leaning on the railing. “Come take a look.”
Below her, two young women in bikinis sunned themselves while three young men swam in the pool.
Her neighbor and friend, Susanne, joined her on the balcony. Susanne was a 26-year-old married woman, with piercing brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair and an athletic figure. Her husband had been working overseas for several months and she was enjoying her adventures with Melanie. This time, they decided to get away for a weeklong holiday, driving an hour away to a secluded beach resort.
“Does this give you any ideas?” asked Melanie.
Susanne looked across the courtyard at the rooms opposite their own. From this angle most of the third floor had a clear view of their balcony, as well as the room inside. All she had to do was open the curtains and turn on all of the lights.
For a moment, Susanne pondered the question, and then asked one of her own. “Are we a couple of college coeds who are going to get drunk and flash our boobs at all of the drunken males?”
Melanie just shook her head. “Of course not. We’re going to be much more creative!”
“How so?”
“Well,” said Melanie, changing from her shorts and top into a skimpy string bikini top and equally skimpy thong bottom as she spoke. She never wore bra or panties during the summer. “What if we just go nude in places we shouldn’t be nude?
Susanne eyed Melanie’s swimsuit, thinking about it momentarily. “You’re practically wearing nothing now.” Her nipples hardened beneath her cotton top. “We will avoid situations where children might be present, right?”
Melanie smiled impishly. “Of course. I already checked into that. The hotel is full – and it’s all adult vacationers. Not a kid within a mile of here.”
Susanne smiled, simultaneously playing with her nipples, squeezing them gently, and then releasing them. She removed her top, shorts, bra and panties. “I like this already,” she said, slipping one finger into her wetness. These adventures with Melanie always turned her on and with her husband gone for so long, she really needed a release. “What’s up first?”
Susanne reached for her bikini, but Melanie snatched it away. “Not what, who. And the who is you.” She tossed Susanne a towel. “Wrap this around yourself. You’re going to go nude in the hot tub.”
“Now?” asked Susanne, wrapping the towel around her. Her breasts were concealed but it barely covered her butt.
Melanie nodded.
“But you’re dressed,” continued Susanne, eyeing Melanie’s very tan butt cheeks. “Sort of.”
“Someone has to scout for you and let you know the last possible moment that you have to cover up before anyone sees you.”
“But it’s almost midnight.”
“So much the better. There will be fewer people around. It will give you a chance to get used to being nude in places other than your room.”
“Good idea,” said Susanne.
“And for a little bit of extra fun, check this out.” Melanie removed a small digital camera from her purse, checking the battery. It was fully charged.
“What’s that for?” asked Susanne.
“What do you think?”
“You’re going to take pictures to send to my husband?”
Melanie pointed to the tip of her nose, as if signaling a correct answer in charades.
The thought made Susanne shudder, her body tingling all over. She remembered the last time she let Melanie photograph her and how the pictures of her in a variety of erotic poses had pleased her husband.
“Let’s go,” said Melanie, grabbing herself a towel and her room key. She opened the door, stepping out into the hall. “The coast is clear,” she said, beckoning Susanne to follow her.
Susanne’s heart was racing. She stepped out into the hall.
“For a minute, I thought this was a trick,” said Susanne.
“Me trick you? Never. But can you hold my towel and the key?”
Susanne held out her hand. As soon as she did, Melanie stripped the towel off her friend’s body with one swift swipe of her hand, raising the camera to eye level with the other. “Smile!” she said, snapping a photo of Susanne standing naked in the hotel hallway.
She tossed the towel to Susanne, who wrapped it around herself immediately. They walked toward the elevator.
“I don’t know whether to thank you or kick you,” said Susanne, laughing. “That felt so good!”
Melanie pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened. No one was on the elevator. “If it felt so good, why not walk down to the hot tub in the nude?”
Susanne peeled off her towel, stepping into the elevator nude. “If I think about it too much…”
Melanie took Susanne’s towel and tossed it over her own shoulder, pressing all of the buttons on the elevator. Then, she took a photo of Susanne posing nude by the buttons. “Have you given any thought to what you’re going to do if the elevator makes a stop between our floor and the lobby? This is our version of Russian roulette.”
Susanne’s heart raced and her nipples hardened. She was beginning to feel wetness between her legs. “Oh, my!” said Susanne, standing completely naked as the elevator stopped on the second floor.
The elevator doors opened. No one was there.
Susanne was relieved but her heart continued to pound. When the doors closed again, she placed one hand between her legs and the other on her left breast. Melanie snapped another photo. Quickly, Susanne grabbed her towel off of Melanie’s shoulder, wrapping it around herself.
“Good idea,” said Melanie. “There’s a strong possibility someone will be in the lobby.”
When the doors opened, no one was there.
“Come on,” said Melanie, looking up and down the lobby, noticing that the front desk was unattended and the curtains drawn to the desk clerk’s office. “She must be on a break or in a meeting. The coast is clear.”
Susanne got off the elevator, following her.
“I said, the coast is clear,” repeated Melanie. “You can drop your towel now.”
Susanne obliged, now standing in the lobby outside the elevator in the nude.
Melanie snapped another photo.
The two women moved rapidly toward the pool and hot tub with Susanne now just carrying her towel. Finally, they reached the hot tub area, which was obscured from the pool by high hedges behind a low iron fence with a gated entry that creaked loudly when they opened it. After entering the area, Melanie turned on the spa jets, causing the bubbles to gush and swirl. Susanne put her towel down on a chair and tested the water temperature with her toe. It was the ideal temperature. She then slipped into the tub, dropping down to the seat so that only her head and shoulders were visible above the water. She slid herself over the to spa jet, positioning her clit to take it full force.
“Mmmmm,” she purred. “This feels so good.”
Melanie snapped another photo. Then, she put her camera down on a chair. She looked around in all directions and, seeing no one, undid her bikini top and slipped off her bikini bottom. She then eased herself into the hot tub.
“Aren’t you supposed to be scouting?” asked Susanne, her voice quivering from the pleasure flowing through her body as well as the thought that someone could walk in on them at any time.
“I can’t let you have all the fun,” said Melanie. “Besides, watching you enjoy yourself got me very wet.” She dipped two fingers of one hand inside herself, simultaneously swirling the palm of her other hand over her clit. She leaned back and let the hot, bubbling water consume her.
Just then, they heard the gate open and close.
Before they could move to retrieve their towels, the two young women in bikinis who they had seen at the pool were standing a few feet from the hot tub.
“Hi,” said Sandra, the tall, athletic-looking blonde with a great tan and an even greater figure. She easily could model swimwear professionally, as could Sarah, the other young woman, a slim brunette, also well built, and very attractive.
“Mind if we join you?” said Sarah.
“Sure,” said Melanie, getting a look from Susanne. Seeing no way to cover up, Susanne accepted her fate. “Come on in,” she said. “But we’re both naked.”
Sandra and Sarah giggled. “So?” said Sandra, undoing the string on Sarah’s bikini as her friend did the same for her. They slipped off their tops and bottoms, joining Melanie and Susanne in the hot tub.
“This is great,” said Sarah, leaning in to Sandra and kissing her on the mouth.
Suddenly, they were locked in an embrace, their tongues probing each other’s mouths, their legs intertwined. As they continued their kiss, they caressed each other’s bodies. Momentarily breaking off the kiss, Sandra then kissed Sarah softly all over her neck and the top of her breasts until finally taking one breast in her mouth, licking the nipple with her tongue.
Melanie and Susanne watched, mesmerized – and very turned on. Both women ran their hands all over their own bodies, masturbating wildly, pinching their nipples, rubbing their clits and never taking their eyes off of Sandra and Sarah. The bubbling waters drowned out their moans as the four women all came at once.
Back at the front desk, the night clerk, a petite young woman in her early twenties named Julie, had been staring at the monitors for the hotel’s security system for the last twenty minutes, enjoying the view from the hot tub area. As the clock struck midnight, she her shift ended, and the late night clerk had assumed his post out by check in.
After making sure that the curtains behind her were securely closed, obscuring the late night clerk’s view, she sat back in her leather chair, focusing intently on the view from the hot tub area. As the scene of the four women playing in the tub aroused her, she unbuttoned her blouse, undid her bra, and slipped her hands inside, gently caressing her nipples.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
Why not join them?
To be continued…

I’ve never considered myself gay or bisexual. I don’t find men attractive or unattractive nor have I looked at another man and thought to myself, “I’d like to fuck him.” But I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man. My curiosity was satisfied one night with a very close friend, Rowan.
Rowan and I met at university. We had declared the same major and therefore had many of the same classes. We became friends and throughout our academic career we often studied together and worked on projects together. At one point we even shared a room. Even years after our university times were over, we had stayed in contact. We lived in separate towns about an hour away. We would get together to enjoy pizza, a movie or just hang out.
I was married when I met Rowan, but a few years after our university experience were over, my marriage had fallen apart. This one particular evening I decided to make the drive to go visit my buddy. We went out and took it in a hockey game then afterwards got some pizza and went home. Both of us were tired and decided to turn in early — it was about 11 o’clock. As we entered Rowan’s bedroom he said to me, “Bob, you take my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor. We don’t get to see each other as often as we would like, so I figure I need to be a good host.”
We settled into bed and lay in the dark listening to some music. As we reminisced about the past and how my ex-wife had made going to university difficult, Rowan asked about our sex life. Then, he asked me a question I never thought I would ever hear from him, “have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man?”
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“Yeah, let’s be really honest.”
“Well,” I started, “I think that if most men were truly honest with themselves, they would probably admit having some homosexual interest.”
“I totally agree,” Rowan said. “So are you telling me that you have thought about it?”
I decided to play a psychological game and turned the tables, as I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. “Are you telling me that you have thought about it Rowan?”
“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I am curious.”
Silence ensued. We stopped talking and listened quietly. You could hear our hearts pumping. Clearly, taboo thoughts were racing through our heads. I broke the silence by saying, “well, to be honest, yes I have thought about it to.”
Rowan took the plunge, “if I were to have sex with a man, it would have to be with someone I totally trust, someone who could keep secret.”
“That’s the only way I would do it.” I said. “Are you hinting to me, Rowan, do you want to try this with me?”
“What do you think? You up for it?”
To tell you the truth I wasn’t sure what to think. On the other hand, strange feelings were welling up in my belly. “Well, we should set some ground rules, how do you want to start?”
“I don’t know, just like we would with a woman I guess.”
Both of us removed our underwear and for the first time were totally naked with each other. I slid to the floor from the bed and crawled on my hands and knees over to Rowan. He perched himself up on his elbows smiling as I moved closer. Soon we were face to face and could feel each others breath. “Oh man, this feels weird” I whispered nervously.
“Yeah I know,” replied Rowan, “but kind of exciting.”
His eyes were wide with anticipation as I moved closer, about to experience our very first man to man kiss. I was trembling. This was not just a kiss between friends, this was to be an erotic, sexual kiss that would lead to full sexual contact — a place neither of us had been before — not with a same sex partner.
Slowly, gently, we lightly touched our lips together, and then quickly pulled back while emitting a nervous giggle. Rowan had started to get hard. I looked at his half hard penis realizing I actually found it attractive. We closed our eyes this time and leaned into each other with a full kiss. We held our position, lingering and when we pulled apart there was an audible pop from the suction. Breathing heavily and noticing that I was now fully erect, I said, “That’s not so bad, kind of nice really.” Rowan thought so too, because his cock was fully erect and he reached his hand behind my head and pulled me to him again. This time our mouths were open and Rowan slid his tongue over mine. I reciprocated and instantly we were in the throes of a deep romantic, intoxicating tongue kiss. It felt so good I could feel my cock twitch. Almost instinctively we reached for each other, gently stroking and fondling each other’s shaft and balls. We became so excited; we lost ourselves in the experience. Kissing and touching, our hands roaming everywhere.
I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft as we continued in our long, deep, wet tongue kiss. Rowan did the same and we stroked each other, losing ourselves over to reckless abandon. I had become so incredibly horny; I couldn’t stand it any longer. I broke away from our kiss and moved down, my tongue leaving a wet trail over his neck to Rowan’s chest, where I began to lick and suck at his nipples. Our pace quickened as our hands moved faster up and down our hard cocks. I then started the journey from his chest down to his belly, gently kissing and biting as I went. I moved down lower still, stopping just short of the tip of his penis. My tongue darted out and licked the tip. I gripped him harder in my hand and moved my mouth closer. My lips touched the tip and I began to kiss and lick the head of my friends cock.
Rowan moaned and thrust his hips forward. I took him into my mouth, sucking him in, sliding my tongue back and forth over the underside of his throbbing purple glands. Rowan sat up, “Bob?” He whispered. “Swing around, let’s 69.”
This we did and soon our heads were bobbing up and down with the delicious sound of slurping, sucking and popping. Mixed in with these sounds were the sounds of both of us moaning and thoroughly enjoying the pleasure we were giving to each other. The feeling was incredible. I never thought that in a million years that sex with another man could be so wonderful.
Our movements and ministrations on each other intensified. I could feel myself building up to orgasm. Rowan was flashing up and down my cock like a madman. Sucking and tongue flicking so masterfully that I couldn’t stand it any longer. My loins began to ache and my hips began thrusting uncontrollably. Rowan didn’t miss a beat. He just kept sucking and let me fuck his face until I exploded. As I came, I could feel him sucking it out of me which just intensified the pleasure. So much so, that I began sucking him harder and faster. Soon, he was bucking, and moaning and thrusting his cock into my throat. I loved it! Soon Rowan ejaculated and like he did to me, I sucked it out of him and swallowed Every last drop.
Rowan and I sat up facing each other. “I can’t believe we did that.” I said breathless.
“I know,” he said “but it felt so good, I never would have imagined it being so good.”
“I’m going to have to think about this,” I said to my friend. “I really enjoyed that immensely, I think I’m going to want more.”
Rowan smiled, “yes buddy, I know what you mean.”
I looked at my friend sheepishly, and then with a mischievous grin said to him “Fuck you’re a good kisser!”
“You’re not so bad yourself buddy, crawl over here I don’t think we’re done yet.”
You’ll have to wait for the next story. Just a note to readers, this is a true story, it happened about 10 years ago and we still get together whenever we can. Lots of stories to tell.

Better late than never. Probably goes without saying now that the series is very far along and those who haven’t read up to this point should probably just skip to the sex parts (though I hate that you would). For those who have read from the beginning…enjoy, because the plot twists and turns are going to just keep on coming. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. _______________________________
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This is Part 5 of an ongoing series. __________________
Fuckin & fightin, it’s all the same - Sublime
KATHERINE’S STORY:
Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried out of the hotel down the emergency stairwell just at the end of the hall. My mind was a jumbled blur as I went over what had happened: the Rose Petals had been arrested, thanks to my timely placed call to Charlie and his friends in the Las Vegas Police Department. But things hadn’t gone as well as I thought, for Eliza Dushku had not only managed to avoid being picked up by the cops, but I was almost 100% sure she saw me at the end of the hall, out of harm’s way.

My hands shook as I gripped onto the cold metal of the hand rail, going down the stairs rapidly. If Eliza really did see me, and in my mind I knew she had, what would happen? Certainly the fact that I darted away before she could even think to come after me and question me looked suspicious, but already I was trying to calculate an alibi. I had told the girl’s at Jessica Biel’s initiation that I was stepping out to get some ice, but would any of them, especially Eliza, believe that? They weren’t stupid, but then again I doubted that they would have expected me to just walk up to the cops, arms extended to be led away.
I paused on a landing of one of the floors for a moment to catch my breath, the blood pumping through my ears. Listening, I could have sworn I heard some one up above me on the floors that I had just descended, they too taking the steps very quickly. Even hesitating for a moment was a big risk, but now that I had stopped, I could not hear a single noise in the stairwell, save for the hum of the track lighting over head. Gathering up more momentum (the adrenaline in my body was going too fast now to make me really notice the growing pain in my legs from rocketing down the stairs in high heels), I continued down ward, each step just like the rest as I went down.
Finally reaching the ground floor, my face soaked with sweat, I paused by the exit and opened it slowly, peaking out. The lobby of the hotel was full of guests and gamblers, all going about their business. Even at 11 at night, the place was hopping, thanks I’m sure in no part to the lack of clocks anywhere in the building. Stepping out slowly, I shut the heavy metal door behind me as quietly as possible, and straightened my dress and hair as best as I could, walking slowly outward towards the exit. I kept a slight smile on my face so that people wouldn’t notice the sheer panic that was bubbling inside me. Moving slowly, I scanned the lobby for Eliza. It was hard to make out a single person, even one as strikingly attractive as her, for people moved like ants around the lobby, coming and going in all shapes and forms possible.
I let out a slight sigh of relief as I reached the revolving exit door and stepped out into the Vegas night.
I began to walk more quickly now, immersing myself with the crowd as I continued on, trying to seem like one of the pedestrians by mingling with an eclectic group of drag queens in front of me, their conversation like cat howls as they gossiped and joked with one another, their deep voices and obvious sign of what really lay beneath their fancy dresses.
A few blocks past the Mirage, I spotted a pay phone, shrouded slightly from the garish glow of the Strip. I had left my purse and everything else in the hotel room when I left, so my call to Alex would have to be a collect one.
Picking up the receiver, I scanned around me nervously again, the mixture of faces a blur as they moved past me, cars honking along the busy street as I cupped the mouth piece and dialed the operator. I waited patiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I watched the people once more, waiting on Alex to accept the charges.
“Hello?” his voice said, a familiar life raft in the storm that was raging inside me.
“Alex! It’s Katherine!” I said into the phone, ducking my head into the terminal.
“Katherine? What’s wrong? Did everything go alright?”
“Yes, I mean no, I mean…sort of. The Rose Petals were arrested by the LVPD just a few minutes ago. They took Tara Reid, Kate Hudson, Jessica Biel and Jamie Pressley,” I said to him.
“That’s great then. What’s the problem, why do you sound so upset?”
“They didn’t get Eliza,”
There was a pause on the other end. “Shit.”
“It gets worse. I made my exit like I had planned, waiting and watching as they were led out of the room in cuffs. But after the last cop had walked out of the room, I saw Eliza at the other end of the hall,”
“Did she see you?”
“Yes, I think so,”
Alex sighed loudly into the phone. “Fuck. Then she probably knows something is going on, especially since you weren’t taken away. Did she say anything to you?”
“No. She saw me and we made eye contact for a few seconds and then she bolted before the cops could see either one of us. I left the hotel as fast as I could and here I am calling you,”
“Do you think she suspects you of something?”
“How could she not?” I replied, my voice tense. “It did look a little odd,”
Another pause.
“Alright, well let’s assume she saw you. That means that, with her free, Vegas isn’t a good place for you to be right now. If she isn’t looking for you herself, then certainly someone will be in no time,”
“Right, and that’s what I’m afraid of. Oh Alex, I wish you had come with me! I’m scared out of my mind!”
“Calm down Katherine, it’s going to be alright,” he said, trying to reassure me. “Where are you now?”
“I’m at a payphone on the street, a few blocks from the Mirage,”
“That’s probably not the best place to be right now,”
“I know that Alex,” I hissed into the phone “But I had to call you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. Calm down Katherine, let’s think this thing out. You need to get out of view of anyone who might be looking for you. A hotel or driving back tonight would probably be your best bet,”
“I don’t have my purse. I had to leave it in the room,”
“Shit. Alright, well look. Here’s what you do: find yourself a Western Union. That shouldn’t be hard in a town like Vegas. Find one as far away from the Strip and the Mirage as possible and then call me. Tell me where you are at, and I’ll wire you some money right away. Then, once you get the money, take a cab and find a hotel - nothing fancy or expensive, but not in the ghetto either. That might be the first the place they look. Pay for your room in cash, under a fake name, and hole up there. Once you get into the room, lock the doors and call me. When I know you are safe, I’ll leave right away and probably be there first thing in the morning to come get you. Don’t open the door or answer the phone for any reason, alright? I’ll knock four times on your door to let you know that I’m there, and only then should you answer the phone. You got all that?”
I sighed. “Yes, I think so. This entire thing is nerve racking Alex. I’m used to people wanting me for my celebrity and appearance and all that, but never like this,”
“It’s going to be fine Katherine, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just get to the Western Union as fast as you can and call me. You need to get off the street,” he said.
“I will Alex. But please hurry,”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can Katherine. We can talk more about this when I get there. Right now, you need to get going, alright?”
“Yes, ok. Bye Alex,”
“Bye Katherine. I’ll be waiting by the phone for you to call,”
ELIZA’S STORY:
Leaning against the frame of the wall, I listened for the cops to leave. As soon as I heard their heavy footfalls fading away, I looked around the corner again for Heigl. She was gone. This was not a good sign, and certainly didn’t do much to convince me about her role in what I had just witnessed.
Why the fuck was she just standing there, letting her sisters get taken away? Something wasn’t right here, I just knew it. And now that she had run away, rather than wait and try to talk to me? Yeah, the bitch was certainly up to something.
But she could be dealt with later. My head was throbbing already from the headache this ordeal was sure to cause. Part of me wished that Salma or Hapsboro were here right now to help me deal with this, but the inevitable call to them would have to do. Walking out into the hall, I passed by the suite with the yellow police tape over the door. Scanning the hall to make sure I was alone, I ducked inside the suite quickly, careful to move as quietly as possible.
On one of the tables, I saw the residue of some coke. So, that’s why they had busted the girls. I knew that our contacts in Vegas wouldn’t just go looking to stir up trouble, so something had let them know that the drugs were in here. Or perhaps more fittingly, someone. Walking around the room quickly, my eyes scanning over everything, the place had pretty much been demolished from the ensuing carnage of the girl’s arrest. Chairs were knocked over, pillows were strewn about the floor and someone had left the television on.
Making sure not to touch anything, I approached one of the bedrooms. The bedspread on the queen sized bed was rumpled and, as I ran my hand over it, still warm. The faint smell of sex was still present on the air and from all indications, it looks like I had missed out on some pre-initiation fun. I turned to leave the room when something caught my eye: a purse.
Moving towards it, I stopped for a second to make sure the cops weren’t coming back. Then, picking it up from it’s resting place on the chair, I opened it up. Inside was a cell phone and a wallet, plus a key ring full of keys. Opening the wallet, I hit pay dirt: it was Katherine Heigl’s. Whatever had made her leave the room had been important enough for her to leave incriminating evidence behind. Her mediocre driver’s license photo smiled up at me as I closed the wallet and put it back into the purse. Stepping over a discarded bottle of champagne, I walked towards the exit of the room and, ducking again underneath the police tape, I left the suite with Katherine’s purse in tow.
Heading towards the elevator, I waited patiently for the ding and then stepped in, the doors closing in front of me as I leaned back against the wall. So as not to arouse suspicion (with the cops in the building, I knew the hotel’s security would be watching the elevators and the guests like hawks), I casually opened the wallet and took out the cell phone.
Pushing one of the arrows, I looked at the last two numbers dialed. One was just a set of numbers from an LA area code and didn’t seem to have any special purpose. Punching the arrow down again, the plot continued to thicken. On the small screen, the name ALEX appeared, with a phone number beneath it. Holding the phone in my hand, I almost pushed SEND and dialed the number, curious to see who would pick up. But my judgment got the best of me and I instead hit clear, setting the phone back into the purse as I draped it’s thin strap over my shoulder.
The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, into the chaos of the bottom floor. The cops bursting into the hotel had caused a ruckus that hadn’t been there even a few minutes earlier when I arrived, and I knew it best to just make my exit as quickly as possible. Stepping outside, I reached into my own bag and took out my valet ticket, handing it to the pimply kid who stood there gawking at me slightly. With a sneer, he got the hint that I wasn’t interested and left to go get my car.
A moment later, he pulled up expertly in front of me and, rounding the hood of the Jaguar, handed me the keys. I gave him a polite smile and climbed into the convertible. The kid shot me a distasteful sneer of his own at the fact that I didn’t tip him, but as I pulled out towards the street, waiting on the mess of traffic to clear, I flipped him off and pulled out quickly between two cars, following a few cars ahead the caravan of cop cars headed for the station.
Sitting in traffic, I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell phone. Dialing Gordon’s number quickly as I switched lanes, I waited a few rings before his groggy voice picked up.
“Yes?” he mumbled. “Who is it?”
“It’s Eliza Gordon. I’m here in Las Vegas and we have a problem,” I said to him as I inched through traffic.
“It better be fucking good to call me this late,” Hapsboro said bitingly.
“It’s not good in the slightest Gordon, that’s why I’m calling you. I was at the Mirage tonight, for Jessica Biel’s initiation and, well, things went wrong,”
There was a pause on the other end.
“Went wrong how? Jesus Eliza, you fucking actresses and your theatrics…”
“Just shut up and listen Gordon, I’m explaining,” I spat back at him.
Telling him what I knew, about how the girls had been arrested and the cops had taken away the drugs with them, and how that Heigl woman had been standing around watching the whole fucking thing like it was a television show.
When I finished, Hapsboro was silent.
“Where are you now?” he said calmly.
“I’m on my way to the jail, where do you think? This is really bad PR Gordon, and not just for the Rose Petals either,”
“I know that. Alright, listen to me. How long till you get there do you think?”
“20, maybe 30 minutes. Traffic is a bitch,”
“Alright, good. When you get to the jail, I should have everything taken care of. I’m going to make some calls. Tell them that you work for Mr. Willis when you get there and they should let you back. Try to calm the girls down, but tell them not to speak to a single person about what happened, only to you. If you have any problems, call me back. I’ll tell them to expect you, and speak to you further about this in the morning. Clear?”
“Crystal,”
“Good,” Hapsboro said, before hanging up. I set the phone back down in my purse and thought to myself about the whole situation. I wished the Heigl bitch was around right now so that I could pin her down and ask her what the fuck she was doing. But thinking about her more just pissed me off, so I tried to get a level head as the cars in front of me opened up and I got a clear path towards the city jail, the cops a few cars ahead of me.
Pulling into the police station a few minutes later, I waited and watched as the van with the girls pulled around back. Counting off two minutes in my head, I turned my car off and stepped out, walking towards the entrance.
The room had that desert smell in it, the police force obviously not trying to recreate the ambiance of the rest of Vegas. Walking assuredly towards the front desk, I rapped on counter top with my fingers, waiting for the overweight donut muncher to hang up the phone.
“Yes, how can I help you little lady?” he said with a deep Western drawl.
Great, a cowboy. I bit my tongue and tried to remain as professional as possible.
“Wilton Willis sent me,” I said.
The cop stared at me blankly for a moment, his brow furrowed as he looked me over in my dress.
“And?”
“And nothing. Go speak to your supervisor, he will tell you what that means,”
“Look lady, I AM the shift supervisor tonight and if you think you can come in here and hassle me then…”
“Fine, look, shut up for a second and listen to me,”
“Did you just tell a police officer to shut up?” the man said, lifting his considerable girth from the chair as he interrupted me, standing up. I remained poised, smiling at him sardonically.
“I’m sorry. Excuse me, officer. Please call your superior and speak to him. He will clear this whole thing up,”
“And why should I do that?”
“Because if you value your job, you’ll do it,”
The man, whose name I now read as Chacer on his nametag, scowled at me. An on duty cop entered into the room from behind him, sipping a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Billy, come here and watch this one for a second, I gotta make a call. I wouldn’t even be doing this you know miss, if you weren’t so damn beautiful,”
“But I am,” I retorted with a savageness in my voice. “And you are going to make the call. So please go do it,”
Continuing to shoot me a nasty look, the cop named Billy came over and stood next to Chacer by the desk, setting his coffee cup down as he looked at me warily.
“I’ll be back in a second,” Chacer said, moving past Billy down the hall and disappearing into an office.
I smiled politely at Billy. He was kind of cute in a rugged sort of way - strong jaw, nice build. If I didn’t have more important things on my mind, I knew I would probably flirt with him. But given that I wouldn’t even BE here if it wasn’t for what happened, the point seemed moot.
We stood there for a few minutes until the heavy breathing sound of Chacer emerged from the hall. He ran his hand through his balding head and flopped down back into his chair, the thin slats of wood groaning under his weight.
“Go on back Ms. Dushku. The guards have already been informed,” Chacer said, a tone of defeat in his voice. Billy looked at Chacer with a look of disbelief as I passed by them around the corner, but Chacer simply shrugged and gave Billy an “I know, I know” look.
My heels clicking on the tiled floor, the hallway grew darker as I headed towards the end. Another cop sat in a chair to the left of a barred jail door, reading a sports magazine. He glanced up when I approached and, straightening himself out to look presentable, he cleared his throat.
“You Willis’ girl?”
“Yes, I am. Would you open the door please?”
“Yes ma’mm,” he said, reaching onto his belt buckle for the keys. Sliding a long one into the slot, he turned it and with an echoing click, the lock opened and he pulled the door back.
“They are in cell 8, last one on your right,” the cop said as I walked briskly past him.
Entering the walkway between the cells, I was smart enough not to favor one side or the other as I walked, the cat calls coming from the cells almost deafening as arms and faces pressed through and against the bars, futily trying to grab me. At the end of the hall, I turned to look into the cell, seeing my protégés, lovers and friends looking dejected on the cot, their cell door surprisingly open. The cop at the end of the hall stood with his hands on his hips, watching me, but he didn’t say a word.
Jessica Biel and Tara Reid sat huddled next to each other, their heads pressing together. Their clothing looked matted and wrinkled, obviously thrown on in a rush, and their faces were streaked from crying. Kate Hudson sat at the end of the cell bed, her feet kicking back and forth as if she was bored, the straps of her dress hanging off her shoulder. Jamie Pressley meanwhile, leaned in the corner of the cell, her arms across her chest as she watched me enter, her green eyes conveying nothing as I walked in with a smile.
Upon seeing me, Tara and Jessica jumped to their feet, mobbing me in a mass of arms and hair and tears as they babbled into me, relieved at my presence. Kate stood up from the cot and walked over to me, giving me a simple hug as Tara and Jessica continued to talk and make a general noise, their arms hugging my waist tightly.

My
It has been a while since I wrote anything. It doesn’t mean my imagination has stopped or died but my time is limited. At the moment I am at home, alone and my stomach is a bit upset
This story began in March 2005. I met blonde called Bambi at a market place. She was 23, I was 27 I saw she had beautiful blue eyes and I kind of liked her from the very same moment. It took me more than two months to get into sexual relationship with her. Our first time was special in a way but I’ll skip it.
The second time I made love to Bambi was really embarrassing. We sat in front of TV and I began to loosen her shirt. I caressed her shoulders, arms and belly before opening the button of her tight jeans. I took my time before I unleashed her bra and gently put my hands under her shirt while we were sitting in a same chair. She had her ass on my lap so she probably noticed my cock starting to swell.
I unzipped her fly and made her rise so that I could get rid of her jeans. She didn’t protest or help me undress her. Her shirt soon joined her jeans on the floor and her bra ended up on the top of the pile. I was fully dressed when I undressed her bra, but after that I got rid of my pants and shirt and had her sit on my lap again. I rubbed her belly, caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples to hear a small moan escape her lips. Then I got to her knees and slowly moved my fingers up to her navel and down to her hidden treasure.
I got my right hand under her waistband to find out that her panties were wet. Her pussy was so wet that there was a wet trace all the way to her asshole. I inserted my middle finger into her tight little pussy to the first knuckle and pulled it back to find her swollen clit. I took my time keeping my finger wet at returning to rub her clit again and again. Time didn’t have too much meaning but I am sure it took me an hour or so to make her close. As I was convinced that her orgasm was jus minutes or seconds ahead I took firm hold of her with my left hand and stopped dipping the fingers of my right hand in her wet pussy. I only rubbed her clit for a minute or two when she came.
She didn’t scream or shout, but her pussy contracted and she began to toss her head side to side. I kept on for few second before I laid her down on the floor and reached for a condom. I lowered my panties and rolled the condom on my hard cock. I didn’t ask her opinion or let her recover. I just pushed my hard cock inside her. Her wet pussy was ready to be fucked, but I only lasted for forty seconds or something. I filled the condom and pulled out.
That was sometime in June or July 2005. Now in 2006 I have had time to teach her much more. Her lack of experience has inspired me to a certain method that could be pretty good for all sexual relationships. In short words: What I can do to her, she can do to me.
It took me until midsummer 2005 to make her ejaculate. It is something that my previous girlfriend was unable to with a man. I had a boring day with her parents by the lake. We made up some kind of reason to leave the old folks by themselves. We drove to town to her parent’s house. The house is quite old and big. The house is probably big enough for four families. There would be even more room if the bottom floor would be different.
But anyway we arrived there hours before midnight. I didn’t waist too much time to get us inside the house and lock the doors. We fell on the closest sofa and started out some heavy petting. Before long I knew there would be some action tonight. We went upstairs to their quest bedroom and I took of her clothes with my teeth. Of course I had to use my fingers to open her fly and unleash her bra, but I took my time teasing her.
When I had her naked in front of me I pushed her on the quest bedroom bed. She didn’t protest at all when I started to lick her starting from her toes. I started from her left foot and got up to her navel. I made her wait until she began to raise her head before I took the toes of her other foot between my teeth. Very slowly I abandoned her toes and found my way up towards her pussy. Instead of burying my head between her feet I got all the way up to kiss her lips.
- Is the bedroom door locked? I asked
- No, but the key is in the closet. She replied
- Take a pillow under your butt and hand me one too, then I am going to lick you and fuck you for good.
She gave me a pillow and I got on the floor on top of the pillow. The door stayed unlocked and I tried to find a position that allowed me access to her pussy. I kissed her breasts and tried to make her beautiful nipples stand up and stay firm like rare half olives. Her slim body trembled when I bit her nipples gently but she didn’t say a word.
I was too horny to enjoy her small but firm breast any longer. I got lower and lower. I toot few circles around her navel before I attacked her pussy. I licked and sucked her pussy lips from the inside and outside. I ignored her clit for some time. Then I tried to push my tongue into her waiting hole, but my nose touched her clit much before I wished it would. I gave up the idea of fucking her with my tongue and soon I started to trace her most sensitive spot.
My tongue didn’t give her an electric shock, but it only took me few minutes to make her cum. She came sooner than I expected, but I was worn out for a while.
I gave her few minutes to recover, not to mention to stretch my legs that were nearly sore. I made her lay on her side and took her into my arms. I kissed her lips nose, ears and neck. I was getting too aroused to enjoy the situation so I took a condom and lay on my back. I opened the packet and took the condom and gently rolled it on my painfully hard erection.
Then it was time to roll her on her back and fuck her. For some reason the best position to fuck her is being on top of her. Her pussy adapts perfectly to my cock and her tight, slippery warm hole soon loosens up slightly. After few minutes we can swap position. I stop our movement and rise up. I pull her so that we are soon in sort of sitting position. I move my feet on her sides and she has to bend her knees. She gets on top of me and starts to roll her hips my cock buried all the way in her inviting hole.
The third position is fucking her doggy style. There has been days when my knees really hurt after fucking her good but tonight I want to last longer than 15 minutes. Time lost it’s meaning while we had sex. We must have swapped positions a dozen times or more before I was once again on to of her I had a feeling that my cock was getting limb or numb or beginning to lose erection so I started to pump faster. When I found a pleasurable pace it soon started to feel too good. I wasn’t because of me. She had started to cum and her pussy contracted uncontrollably. It was a feeling I hadn’t experienced with any woman before. She came and I pumped until I was unable to do anything but cum inside her.
I had a bit of sense left, so I pulled my cock out, rolled on my side and took her as close I could without entering her. Few minutes later I noticed that bed we were was pretty wet. So wet that the bed sheets looked like someone had poured a bottle of some liquid few minutes ago. It wasn’t me because I can only produce a teaspoon or two and we didn’t have any lubricant or anything to drink on the bed either. That was the first time I made her ejaculate.
Few months later I began to talk her into anal sex. She was not at all interested in the beginning so I had to try to convince her with it. It was actually easier to fuck her than to get a mouth job. She didn’t like to take penis into her mouth, but due to our: What you can do to me I can do to you principle she felt obligated and she started giving me blow jobs too. She hated the taste of rubber and she was too afraid to have my sperm in her mouth so we had to think of something.
The solution was a visit to adult video store. Actually we visited several shops on the same day and now we have condoms with aroma.
I don’t remember the exact time when I took her anal virginity, but I remember the times we were in shower together. The warm water was running down her beautiful long blonde hair. After a quick rinse I usually stopped the water to enjoy her wet skin. I took a loot of liquid soap to wash her from neck to toe. I use to take my time soaping her breasts, neck, butt and off course her pussy. When she was slippery all over I made sure she was soapy all over and I began to dip one of my fingers into her virgin asshole.
It took me weeks from the first time I ever dipped my finger into her asshole to get a bit further. She didn’t protest while we were in shower so eventually I had her stand her legs slightly wide when she was soapy all over. Then I dipped my thumb like I had done a number of times before. Then I just kept on pushing until I had my fingertip past the tightest spot.
On that time that was it. During the next times we took a shower together sometimes I just dipped and sometimes I pushed as deep as my thumb would go. I also reminded her that she could do the same for me.
Then on one day when she had her periods we had a conversation that I don’t remember. After that conversation she cut her fingernails and made me lay on my back without clothes. She then rolled a condom on her three fingers, lubricated my asshole and started to enter my ass. She has really nice small hands so with the help of quick enema and lot of lubricant three fingers slid in easily. I was so horny I decided to try something new. I took her hand and a new condom and rolled all her fingers inside new condom. Then I asked her to be gentle and I returned to my position.
She was unsure what to do so I put some more lube and guided her hand on my slippery wet asshole. Her hand was shaking as four of her fingers entered my ass. Her eyes were wide open as well as my asshole. I was horny as hell and I took a firm hold of her wrist and started to push her fist into my own ass. Her eyes widened if possible and her thumb began to go in with the rest of her fingers. It hurt, but my cock had it’s own will. I was rock hard long before her fist entered my ass and I came much sooner than she even touched my cock.
She pulled her hand out and my violated asshole closed. I thanked her and I knew that some day soon she would have more than one of my fingers in her ass.

I’ve had the opportunity before to share my man with a woman, but now was different. Ty and I have only been married for 1 month, but we still go at it like mad. We have great sex even though he works from 8 am til close to 7 o’clock at night. We figure that we’re doing plenty better then most newlyweds in our position.
What was unique about this one was that she was a friend of Ty’s, he’s known her since highschool. They’d also had a few interludes together that went as far as him eating her out, but nothing more. I knew she wanted him and I wanted to have the experience of touching and kissing another woman again. When she decided to take us up on our partially joking proposal of a threesome, we were both a little surprised.
She was the first visitor to our house. As we had no TV we decided to watch a DVD on the computer. It just happened to be on the floor with a mattress across from it that was covered in my black sateen sheets. We had sat down to watch the movie, my head was in my husbands lap while she sat next to him. I heard them kissing behind me and instead of being jealous like most wives would be, I felt myself getting wet. His hands have always been busy and I felt them massage my breast and crotch through my pants. I could tell from the little mewling noises that he was doing the same to her.
Trust Ty to start everything off like that. No sooner had he got done sticking his tongue down her throat that he mentioned that we weren’t honoring our new “naked rule”. She was quick to disrobe, which startled me. In the back of my head I knew that she had wanted to have sex with Ty and was perfectly willing to be with another woman to get it.
I was a little daunted by such forwardness. For all my big talk and my personal fantasies, I’m pretty shy at strange times. I watched her disrobe, though, as it called for sheer fascination. She was so much different then Angel. Her body was more full, fuller even then mine. Her skin was pale and milky and you could tell just by looking at it how smooth it was. Her hourglass figure was not as defined as mine, with just a little bit of weight, not enough for her to be unattractively large, but a little plump. Her breasts were large and heavy, the areoles showing startlingly pink against her pale flesh.
Ty had not waisted a moment in getting undressed. He was already quite erect knowing what was going to happen. He looked so dark sitting there next to her and his eyes questioned my modesty while his lips curved up in a sexual smile.
She had removed her pants by now and I stopped staring at my handsome man to look her over completely. She had sandy blonde pubic hair left natural. Her scent seemed to engulf the room. She had not had it in some time and her body was obviously in need. Her lips drooled with lubricant causing her slit to look like a little mouth.
I overcame my modesty and slowly started stripping. I always feel somewhat inadequate next to another woman. Even though she was a size larger then I, I was worried that Ty would find her more appealing. My skin, browned by the nude tanning over the summer stood in startling contrast to hers. She looked over my figure, I’m fairly proud of my 36-24-36 figure, and I could see an acknowledgment of it in her eyes. However her eyes didn’t stay on me long as she caught site of Ty’s 8 in penis.
Ty soon had his hands between both our legs, rubbing our clits in little circles. I could hear her moaning loudly as he gave her attention. Her noises only turned me on more as I watched her face and Ty’s. Never have I seen such a look of pure sexual pleasure as that man has when he has his hands in two females. His skill is amazing and it was showing on every inch of her.
I moved myself so that I was next to her. Between her gasps I asked her if she had ever kissed a woman before. She shook her head and my lips met hers. Hers were soft, softer then Angels. Her taste was sweet and her mouth giving. She was a bit shy with the kissing, as most women during their first times are. I was somewhat demanding and caused a bit of breathlessness on my part.
Ty’s head was now between her legs. His tongue stud was being pressed up against her clit while he had a finger in her snatch up to his knuckle. I moved myself lower, kissing her pale white flesh and tasting her salty sweat. Her chest was heaving as I found her right nipple. The tip was a tight little bud. I drew it into my mouth and sucked hard causing her to gasp out and arch her body. My hand massaged her other breast, pinching a little, being a little hard on her. I could tell she was near coming, by this time Ty had two fingers in her and was working fast. She gave a strangled yelp when she came and her whole body shivered with the pleasure of it.
He glanced at me and gave me a sly little smile and motioned for me to take his place between her legs. I knelt down and looked for the first time into the gaping lips of the female sex. She was different then me, I already knew that. I kept my pussy partially shaved and hers had never seen a razor. She had thick tufts of curls now saturated in her own juices. The smell was nearly overpowering and I was wondering if I could go down on her without gagging. I had wanted to eat out another woman so bad that I could put aside my discomfort and reached a finger towards her dripping snatch.
Ty had always wanted to see me between the legs of another girl and now he was giving me encouragement in the form of “Suck it in baby, make her come” , he was also playing with her tits and stroking his still erect penis. My mouth came down and I almost gagged she was so strong, but I didn’t stop. I took her wet clit in my mouth and sucked hard, making her body go rigid. I played with it and teased it with my tongue and my teeth, enjoying the movements of her body. I ran a knuckle up and down her slit for extra stimulation. I would’ve heard her breathing increase as I administered to her, but Ty had by now stuck his cock in her mouth and told her to suck it. She was doing so with some difficulty to her breathing. It turned me on more and I kept going, sucking harder and finger fucking her like I had watched my man do.
He couldn’t take much more but didn’t want to come in a mouth, he wanted pussy. My ass just happened to be up in the air, exposing me to any assault he felt inclined to. He maneuvered himself behind me and slapped my ass saying “God, you are a fucking whore, cock isn’t enough for you, is it? Eat out her cunt you little bitch” . This made me go harder at her. His words drove me on. I wanted him to fuck me, but he held off and kept telling me how dirty and what a slut I was. I was close to cuming just feeling his hands on my ass and his head at my opening. He waited til my tongue was deep her pussy before shoving his hard cock into me. It always surprises me how big he is and I could feel my inner walls stretching to fit all of him. It’s even more intense when he rams it in me like that. I came right then.
He started pounding me hard, keeping up his stream of “encouragement”. My tongue was driven deeper into her then I thought it could go. She was wailing, clutching her breasts as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. I could barely think enough to keep eating her with him mastering me. After what seemed like ages of being fucked, I felt him quicken and his body start to shudder, both she and I cried out as we felt our own most intense orgasms hit. I was blinded. My senses were obscured by the mixture of the smell and taste of sex and the intensity of my orgasm. Her pussy was pressed hard up into my mouth and she gushed into me while he was filling me up with his cum.
We all collapsed on each other then. Completely spent, we sat there and only now remember the movie. It was nearly over, but we didn’t care. We savored the last tingly sensations of our orgasms, not saying a word because our smiles spoke for themselves.

“Another visitor, Count…” Bart announced with a big grin. “And this one is a real Princess too!”
Tony swirled around in his chair, sighing with boredom. He had no idea what Bart was babbling on about and he didn’t care. Violating the heroines of Salem had its charms, but after a while…all of the half-hearted protests and insults and crying and coming sounded the same to him. The thrills were intense during the heat of the moment. But afterwards, he always felt…empty. Sexually satisfied, of course…but empty.
“I’m not interested in receiving any visitors today, Bart.”
“You’re going to see me whether you want to or not, Count DiMera!”
At the sight of the tall svelte brunette who entered the compound, Tony quickly reevaluated the situation.
“Um…hello…” he rasped, smiling faintly. “Come on in.”
Princess Greta von Amburg entered the dark dungeon, escorted by Bart who seemed almost nervous to be in her royal presence. Tony had never met the princess in person before, but he had certainly heard enough stories about her and recognized her from her photographs. Her mother had been Princess Gina, one of Stefano’s prior mistresses. She had barely escaped with her life at her coronation in Paris where there had been a shooting massacre. And hadn’t she lived in a swamp in Louisiana at one time?
Yet, she had cleaned up well…
Dressed in a tight black knit dress with high heels, Greta von Amburg was curvy in all of the right places. With her long brunette tresses streaming down her back, her fair complexion and her deep brown eyes, she was a classic beauty…truly fit for a Dimera-style fuck!
“Leave us, Bart,” Tony commanded before turning his attentions entirely upon the lovely young woman before him. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit, Princess von Amburg?”
“I want you to stop bothering my friends,” she answered haughtily, her head held high. “I’ve heard all of the stories…and I think they’re disgusting!”
“I see…” Tony answered, swallowing back his chuckle of amusement. “By your friends, I assume you mean the citizens of Salem whom you have not been with contact with in over…what? Five years? Six?”
“I still talk to them,” the girl answered defensively. “Haven’t you heard of e-mails and letters? Surely, even with this…”
She looked around the dungeon with disdain.
“…this craven existence, you know how to communicate with people.”
Oh, yes. Tony smiled, reclined thoughtfully at his chair. He knew how to communicate. And he also knew about non-verbal communication. He saw right through Princess Greta von Amburg. At least, he hoped that his instincts were correct about her.
“And if I were to leave your friends alone,” he ventured. “What would I get in return?”
“Possibly salvation for your lost soul…”
“How dull.” Tony shook his head. “Not very interested in that, I’m afraid. Any other offers?”
“Well…”
The pretty brunette hesitated, biting her lower lip.
“No need to be shy, Princess…” he goaded mischievously. “If you have an offer, please make it.”
“How would you like to be upgraded to a prince, Count DiMera?”
Ah! His instincts had been correct about the princess. At last, things were getting interesting.
“You are offering me a proposal of marriage?” he laughed in delight. “Now I’ve heard everything!”
“My offer is a serious one. The title for my friends’ freedom.”
“I see.”
“You would be a prince and a ruler of a country. All the more power and money for you. And since power and money is all that you seem to care about, I don’t see why you would refuse.”
Tony considered his response carefully.
“I take the institution of marriage very seriously, Princess von Amburg. While your offer definitely has its attractions, I do not think I would be happy with a marriage in name only. I am assuming that this is what you are proposing.”
“No,” Greta answered, swallowing nervously. “Not necessarily.”
“Really?”
Tony raised an eyebrow with interest.
“You see…I need to provide an heir at some point in time and…”
Greta stopped mid-speech, blushing.
Tony seriously doubted that there was much demand for an heir in that pathetic little country of hers. It was a nice excuse though. He gave her credit for originality.
Greta could not even look him in the eye. While her posture was unbearably regal and straight, she seemed rather shy at the same time. Grace and awkwardness. Hot and cold. A walking oxymoron…in so many ways…
Oh, this intriguing lady made his mouth water!
“Are you still a virgin?”
Greta turned beet red at the question.
“That’s none of your business!” she huffed, glaring at him angrily as she finally met his eyes.
“If I am to be your husband, it is very much my business,” he answered with a careless shrug. “What if you are pregnant with some other man’s brat? Perhaps I am just a convenient way to save your own sordid reputation.”
“I won’t even dignify that disgusting accusation with a response!”
“Very well,” Tony answered, swiveling his chair away from her. “Bart will show you the way out. Bart!”
“Wait!”
The silence between them lasted for an agonizingly long time.
“Yes…” Greta answered with a soft sigh. “Yes, I’m still a virgin.”
“Still? After all of this time? I’m stunned!”
“Well, you needn’t rub my nose in it!” she snapped.
“Pardon my boldness, Princess, but you are a very attractive young lady. I find it hard to believe that…”
“I never found anybody that I liked enough,” she sulked. “Well, nobody that really liked me back anyway.”
“How unfortunate for you. Poor little princess…”
Tony licked his lips in anticipation. With all of the various sordid affairs he had taken part in, he was fairly certain that he had never been with a virgin. He had never felt the need to go down such a road, preferring easy experience to the inevitable clumsiness and tears of virginity. And yet…the thought of being Greta’s first lover made him extremely horny. He sensed that there were sweet depths of sensuality in her nature that were just waiting to be awakened. And he would be the perfect man to do it. He could teach her so many things…
“You would agree to medical confirmation of your alleged virginity?”
“If we are to get married…yes.”
“Excellent,” he grinned. “I will need some time to consider the matter. Would you mind waiting in one of our guest rooms?” Before Greta had a chance to answer, Tony continued. “No, I didn’t think so. Bart! Please show the Princess to one of our guest rooms…”
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Later, Tony dressed in black tie and tails, preparing for his evening with the delectable Princess Greta von Amburg. He had Bart send a beautiful black and white evening gown up to her room, very tight and elegant and low-cut. After all, she was royalty and should dine in style. A first-class dinner would be sent to her room. Pheasant, salad, truffles…and a very special brand of champagne.
Eagerly, he knocked upon her door.
When Greta answered, Tony was at a loss for words. The vision before him took his breath away. Dressed as she was in the evening gown, Greta von Amburg looked every inch the princess that she was. She even wore a diamond tiara and sparkling jewelry. What a treasure she was!
“Do I meet with your approval?” she asked coldly, clearly resenting having been told what to wear.
“You look stunning…” he grinned, presenting her a bouquet of roses with a mocking bow. “Flowers for Her Majesty.”
Greta did not take the flowers but turned away from him. Tony followed her into the room, noting that Bart had decorated well. The scene was set with shadows and candlelight.
“I hope you’re having fun,” she sniffed haughtily. “My proposal is not meant to be a romantic one and you know it! Let us get one thing straight, Count Dimera! My offer is a simple business matter. An exchange. You get a title. I get an heir. And I also want to know that my friends are safe from you and your vile behavior. That is all there is to it, do you understand?”
Tony had anticipated that Greta would be difficult. He had no doubt that she wanted him. And he also knew that she was afraid as well. That is why he took the initiative, making certain that there would be no turning back.
“What a way to woo your future potential husband,” Tony chided, sitting down at the dinner table. “Business contracts, an efficient exchange of bodily fluids for the sake of procreation. I am being quite swept off my feet by such talk. Would you care for some champagne?”
“I am not interested in eating dinner with you.”
“Well, I can’t make such an important decision on an empty stomach,” Tony sulked playfully. “So the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we can come to an understanding. Agreed?”
Sighing with frustration and flashing eyes, Greta von Amberg sat down across from him at the table.
“Ah, that’s a good girl…” Tony teased, pouring her a glass of champagne. “Now have a drink and relax.”
“I don’t drink alcohol.”
Tony sighed with frustration at her refusal. She was proving to be a bit of a challenge.
“I had this very special brand of champagne brought up just for you,” Tony pouted. “You see, I was seriously considering the acceptance of your marriage proposal. I was even going to toast our union with champagne. But if you are going to be so unpleasant, I shall have to reconsider the matter entirely.”
“Fine!” Greta whined. “I’ll drink your damned champagne!”
She took a sip of the bubbly concoction before her.
“Tasty, isn’t it?” Tony goaded.
“It’s okay…” she shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant before raising the glass up once more to her full lips.
Bart arrived with onion soup, nice and salty…sure to whet her thirst for more champagne.
Greta sat sullenly, her arms folded across her chest. She stared at the soup. He could practically hear her stomach growling.
“You needn’t fast yourself on my account,” Tony continued. “Go on and have some soup. I assure you it’s not poisoned. Or are you too afraid of me to eat like a normal person? Perhaps the anticipation of our potential union makes you nervous?”
“I’m not afraid!” Greta answered sharply. He had clearly hit a nerve. “And I’m not nervous either!”
“Then prove it.”
Defiantly, Greta began to partake of the soup, all the while glaring at him. And she began to drink more champagne…and more champagne…
“So, Princess…just who do you talk to from Salem these days?”
“John Black,” she answered. “He’s very upset as Marlena seems to have disappeared. He thinks you are responsible for it. You or your father!”
“Oh, tsk, is she missing again?”
Greta giggled slightly before covering her mouth hurriedly. Oh, the champagne was working remarkably fast, wasn’t it? His joke had not even been all that amusing.
“That’s not funny,” she said sternly, glaring at him.
“Most assuredly not.”
Trying hard to control her mirth, Greta failed miserably and began to giggle hysterically. Tony observed her luscious breasts jiggling as she did so. Did those tits taste as sweet as they looked?
“Oh, what’s wrong with me?” she sighed, wiping at the tears at her eyes.
“You are quite beautiful when you laugh, Princess…”
“Thanks, Count DiMera!” she answered back loudly. “You’re not so bad yourself!”
“Call me Tony…” he said with a devilish grin.
“Tony…” she answered sweetly.
“You find me…attractive?”
“Oh, don’t be so coy…”
“Me? Coy?”
“You know how sexy you are,” she began to rave, clearly out of her mind from the drugged champagne. “You think you are God’s gift to all of the women of the world, don’t you?”
“No,” Tony answered, sincerely. “Actually, I am a very lonely man.”
“Yeah, right!” Greta scoffed. “I bet this place is just crawling with women…”
No. Only Sami Brady in one room, he mused. Oh, and Kayla Johnson in the other room. But he imagined neither of them were particularly interested in spending the night with him, unlike this lovely drunken morsel who had practically offered herself to him on a silver platter. Despite her excuses of needing an heir and being a martyr and all of that rot, Tony could see the interested desire in Greta’s eyes. It was refreshing to actually have a willing victim for once.
“Would you care to dance, Princess?” he asked. “I can do a wicked tango…”
She smiled with pleasure at the offer.
“I can’t remember the last time I danced…”
He rose from the table, coming to her side.
Taking his hand, she looked up at him sweetly, her eyes glowing with girlish excitement.
As they moved together silently, Tony felt her mental resistance against him weakening. And Greta von Amburg was quite charming when she wasn’t being an insufferable prude. Turning his face towards her hair, he inhaled deeply of her perfume. He felt himself harden in anticipation. If he were a vampire, his fangs would be coming out, preparing for the kill.
She was so fucking sweet…
Pulling her closer, Tony relished the feel of her full breasts pressed tightly against him. He clasped more intently at the small hand held so trustingly in his own. Daring to get nearer, he pressed his mouth against the bare flesh of her neck, licking at her soft skin gently.
Relaxed and swaying in his arms, Greta moaned breathlessly with pleasure. She was his for the taking.
Tony longed to throw her on the floor, lift up her skirts and fuck her brains out. If she was so anxious for his cock, he would let her have all of it, good and hard.
But he would not allow himself that simple mindless pleasure. Not just yet anyway…
First and foremost, he was a Dimera. Cunning and strategy were second nature to him. A fast hard fuck, great for him and only so-so for her, would be all good and well for this eager little virgin if he intended to send her away afterwards. But she amused him. She was like a breath of fresh air in this musty old compound. And he intended to keep her here for a while…
No one in that pathetic little country would miss her. He wagered that no one in Salem even knew that she was here. And if they did, he would take his chances…
“Tony, why have we stopped dancing?”
He hadn’t even realized that he had stopped, lost as he was in the prospect of fucking her.
Placing two fingers under her chin, Tony lifted up Greta’s face and kissed her full on the mouth. The poor creature tried to kiss him back, although she obviously didn’t have one bit of technique. But her soft gasp of pleasure was intoxicating enough. Enthusiasm sometimes was the greatest aphrodisiac…
He pulled the tiara from her head, allowing her long tresses to fall down unbound around her shoulders.
“You take my breath away…” he murmured, running his fingers through her luscious hair.
“Mmmmm…kiss me again,” she demanded huskily. “I liked that.”
“Your wish is my command, Princess.”
As he tasted her lips once more, he held her closely, working his fingers along the back of her gown until he found the zipper. Carefully, he pulled it down lower…and lower…
“Tony…” she whispered. “Tony…what are you doing?”
“Making love to you,” he answered simply as he lowered the bodice of her evening gown. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? I am simply giving you what you came here for.”
Her beautiful pale breasts were exposed in the candlelight. The pink delicate nipples, so erect and tempting, were beckoning to him.
“No…wait…ooohhh…”
Tony fell to his knees, biting and sucking gently at one of those beautiful nipples. Her hands ran through his hair as he continued to lap and tease her breast, cupping and squeezing the other one with his hand.
“Wait…” she pleaded, pathetically.
“Why? You’re loving this…aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes…I mean…no!”
“You are much too ripe to still be a virgin, Princess,” he murmured. “Haven’t you waited long enough?”
With another yank, he pulled the dress down over her hips until it fell in a puddle on the floor. She was already very wet and aroused. The scent of her excitement kicked up his senses to a whole new level.
“No…” she begged, her hands reaching for her panties protectively.
Ignoring her silly protests, Tony pushed her hands away before viciously pulling down the silken underwear. Burying his face against her virgin pussy, he wrapped his arms around her hips and coaxed her closer. Finding her tiny swollen clit with his tongue, he lapped at her, content with the knowledge that he was the first man to ever give her this kind of sexual pleasure.
Greta grew languid as he kept teasing her virgin clit. He began to stroke at her swollen pussy lips gently with his fingers, exploring her hot dampness. She leaned over him as if she were about to faint, placing her hands on his shoulders as she made soft mewing noises like a kitten.
Oh, he had to speed this seduction along! Usually, he was renowned for his patience in the bedroom…but she was so enticing. He had to have her!
“Don’t stop…” she begged when he pulled away from her. “It feels so good…”
Growling with aggression, Tony picked her up as she was, bent over his shoulders in helpless pleasure. Like a caveman, he carried her to the four-poster bed across the room and unceremoniously plopped her down upon it. This sweet little virgin princess made him so horny that he was losing all of the seductive skills and finesse that he had ever had.
Still, Greta seemed to have no complaints as she gazed at up at him in a state of adoring and dreamy lust, lying back upon the bed in breathless expectation…
“Will you take off your clothes?” she asked, blinking shyly.
“No, I don’t think I shall.”
She visibly sulked.
“Not even your shirt?”
“No.”
Tony had enough trouble staying controlled with this innocent temptress without having her running her hands all over his naked skin. Her troublesome virginity was enough of a challenge without any more distractions. He wanted to control her with pleasure. To do that, he had to minimize the pain of her first fuck as much as possible. No easy task, that…
“Spread your legs, Princess…” he ordered harshly.
With a furious blush, she obeyed, looking like a centerfold from a porn magazine.
Tony loomed over her and buried his face in her pussy, licking at her clit. Carefully, he slid a finger in her vagina. She seemed to offer very little resistance. Then he added a second finger. As he had predicted, she arched her hips in discomfort a bit. Patiently, he continued to suck and lick at her button, finger fucking her slowly. After a few moments, she was moaning in excitement, moving her hips as she sweetly fucked his hand. Then, he added two more fingers, slowly stretching her out. She cried out again, clenching against him with both pain and pleasure.
“Tony, please…” she begged. “I want you inside of me. I’m ready. I know I am.”
Her soft words were all that was needed to completely break him down.
Undoing his fly, he took out his rock-hard angry cock, rubbing it against her in a teasing motion.
“Please…”
How could he resist such a sweet siren song?
“Whatever the princess wants…” he answered hoarsely.
Lying on top of her, Tony slowly pushed inside of her eager hot pussy. She cried out in pain as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Experience be damned, this tight young girl felt like heaven on earth! Reaching down, he once more fingered her clit as he tried to stay still inside of her, breaking out in a sweat of exertion as he did so. Oh, he had the patience of a saint as he kept teasing her until her hips began to jog up and down excitedly.
Greta’s cries were no longer that of a frightened young girl in pain but of an awakened woman ready to learn more of what he could teach her. He even felt her long legs wrap around his back.
At last, he allowed himself to move, slowly at first. And then, his dark passion consumed him as he moved in a steady consistent rhythm. Burying his face into the sweet young flesh of her shoulder, he bit her. Not hard, just enough to shock her…

It’s so much easier to get slaves these days. Ever since Sybilla SlaveMistress opened her Saturday morning slave market downtown. Previously, girls who wanted to work as sex slaves had to either take out advertisements on PlasmaVision or undertake tiring personal visits to potential Mistress’s residences.
My last slave had left to marry and settle down in unholy matrimony with the girl of her dreams. Bloody nightmares more like I thought when Abigail first introduced me to Tommie. But after a few heart to hearts I realised the big Diesel with a heart of gold wasn’t interested in taking advantage of sweet little Abigail and I was happy to give her away.
Fuck, why do I still stereotype people? What hope is there for us lemons when us lemons are so damned un-pc? I guess I still struggle to overcome suspicion of other Butches. Which is odd, really, because I don’t mind a fuck with another Butch from time to time, specially in a three-or-moresome. Well, really, if I admit it, I don’t mind fucking anyone. Why limit yourself to a “type” when the world is full of beautiful women? Ever since men became extinct, once the Sperm Wars of the late 24th century rendered them sterile and made women able to fertilise each other, women have stopped needing to compete with each other. But, I guess Mother Nature is harder to overcome than a few billion men.
Never mind. I digress. I had been unserviced for nearly a week, and it was time to do something about it. I had tidied up the toy box, lovingly nourished the leather goods, made sure the brass was gleaming, and laid out my attire before going to sleep Friday night.
Look, I like a good dance club, a cruisin’ bar, a post-hockey party as much as the rest of you, but there’s still nothing like having a live-in slave. And now the market has been de-regulated and the government no longer takes a cut, prices have dropped and it is becoming more and more possible to consider the prospect of more than one.
So early Saturday I rose early to make sure I was lookin’ hot. A potential slave deserves to be treated with Respect, and that means presentation is a priority. I began by oiling myself all over, paying special attention to the bits that would be on display - tits, ass cheeks, pussy, arms, neck and nape. Then I put on my best black leather pants (the ones with the cut-out holes for ass and cunt, with the narrow strap of leather across the clit, holding both sides together and rubbin’ the nubbin’) and my matching sleeveless leather jerkin with the tit cut outs. I fastened my best gold chains between my nipple rings and the D rings on the sides of the jerkin, made