Category: domination

Back Alley Cuckold

At the time of this story I had been in a committed relationship with Mimi for around two years. I guess you would have called her my girlfriend, however she had dropped the word ‘marriage’ a couple of times and it was obvious she wanted to take things further: Our relationship appeared rock solid. Perhaps I should have proposed, as it may have stopped the chain of events that subsequently unfolded.

Let me give you a little background. Mimi was a 24 year old Chinese girl who came to America from HK to study. She was 5 foot 8, she had a cute little bob of straight black hair, a slim athletic figure with the perkies little tits I had ever seen. She had the most adorable little butt and like most Asians, she had beautiful smooth milky skin. She was lively and outgoing. Our sex life had been fantastic.

One Friday night we had gone out drinking at the bar with some friends after classes. It had been a long night and everybody was generally wasted. Almost all of our friends had gone home and we had just called a taxi for Dave the last remaining survivor (aside from Mimi and myself). He mentioned he wanted to get some air while he waited and headed out the front. The bar was still in full swing, it was college town, but you had your regular mix of patrons. Mimi and I took a couple of stools at a small table trying to decide if we were ready to take make the trek home. She looked beautiful, in one of those tops that draped around her shoulders, covering her breasts at the front but leaving her whole back exposed. When she bent forward the cloth teased you by almost giving a direct line of site to her breasts. She was wearing a short tight skirt and no underwear. Having been dancing all night she had a fine sheen of sweat and a couple strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead and cheek – almost giving her a ‘just been fucked’ look. We had barely sat down a minute when a busty blonde waitress brought us over two shots: ‘from your admirer over there’ she added, giving us a quick smile before she quickly turned away. Both Mimi and I turned to see a guy, probably in his mid thirties raising his pint of beer as if to toast us, his eyes scanning my girlfriend’s body as he did.

I was a little infuriated, as if buying us a drink gave him the right to blatantly ogle my girlfriend in front of me. But we were both pretty drunk and Mimi turned back around to me, laughing and almost falling off her stool in the process. I smiled, we took the shots and our conversation moved on. It was clear however that Mimi had not forgotten her admirer as every now and then she took a quick look over his way. My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy.

Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him. She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. ‘you think so?’ she asked, almost rhetorically, before answering her own question with a quick ‘OK’. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly drunk, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.

After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Mimi was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world.

Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave. Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? – she was supposed to just go over there and thank them. I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team. My mind was swimming with lust, rage and alcohol, I started to actually become erect: what if one of these guys made a move on her?

Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Mimi had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up. It was too dark to see everything but I knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Long Lap Dance

My girlfriend Sara had been out of town for almost a month. We would talk on the phone every night. As of late our conversations focused more and more on sex. We both knew that she would be back home in a few days, and she had told me that she had bought some new lingerie as a reward for being so patient. As sex talk grew into phone sex we were both getting frustrated. I had instructed her that she was to wear the new lingerie on the plane under her clothes, and that when she was about an hour away from landing she was to get up and go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom she was to open her pants, put one leg up on the toilet and stair at herself in the mirror and stick her hand in her panties and fingered her pussy. She was only given three minutes to enjoy her fingers before she was to go sit back down. I knew this was just enough to get her hot, but not enough to get her off. Even though she was so frustrated that she told me that she was going to rape me over the phone several times.

When she landed I was there to greet her. She looked so beautiful, sexy, in a comfortable way. She was wearing jeans and a pull-over sweater so as to be comfortable on the plane on the long trip, but after all the ideals in my head, it was like watching her walk up to me stark naked.

We rode home together on the Metro, there wasn’t anything to catch up on as we had nightly updates as to each others lives over the phone. So the only thing on our minds was sex. The train was fairly crowded so we couldn’t do much fondling, but the load roar as the train passed through the underground tunnels did make it possible to have a private conversation. So she lowered her head and placed her lips close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath. It sent tingles down my spine as she spoke.

“I was so wet on the plane waiting to be an hour away from landing,” Sara said looking hungry.

“Were you a good girl and wait like you were told?” I replied.

“I was, then I went to the bathroom, and did just what you told me too.”

“I will make sure to remember that when I have you bend over my knee, spanking your ass.”

Her eyes wide with surprise, “But I did it exactly as you told me, only three minutes, I swear.”

“The swats on the ass are you reward, not you punishment.”

Sara smiled and pulled me closer, “You know me all too well.”

Poker In The Rear

My boyfriend, Jerry, has a weekly poker game with his friends. Each week they hold it at someone else’s house. This week it was being held at our house. I typically leave during their game so they can have their “guy time.” When I returned five of the guys were still there. They invited me to play a few hands with them. I was surprised to be invited, but I’m a pretty good poker player, so I took the invitation.

I was up several hands when Jerry suggested a twist to the game. Did I feel up to strip poker? Being on a winning streak, and thinking that the guys wouldn’t let it go too far, I agreed. I won a few more hands and the guys started to strip. There was plenty of exposed male flesh around me to start some tingling.

I lost the next several hands and was down to my bra and panties. The next hand came down to a show down between me and one of the guys named Hank. My three aces did not beat Hanks full house and my bra came off. I was feeling a little exposed and aroused at the same time. I was topless in front of five men. The next hand came down to me and Jerry. I had a straight flush and was feeling very confident when Jerry suggested that we up the ante. Rather than playing for chips, we play for a . The winner picked what it would be. Looking at my cards again, I agreed. I was already planning what I was going to ask for, when Jerry laid down his royal flush.

I looked at him with shock, anticipating what he might ask for. He told me that his request had two parts. The first part was that I would give him a blow job. I thought I had gotten off easy until he told me that all the guys would be watching. I was both scared and aroused. We had never had sex in front of anyone and I wasn’t sure about being that exposed. Jerry reminded me that a bet is a bet and he had won.

Dressed in only my panties, I got on my knees in front of Jerry. He was already hard and waiting. As I took him into my mouth the guys lined up behind me to watch. They had a perfect view of my ass up in the air as I pulled Jerry deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Jerry and me to find our familiar rhythm. His cock grew larger and harder in my mouth and I could tell he was on the verge. He told me he wanted to cum in my mouth. A few seconds later, he shot his load down my throat. I continued to suck him and milked every drop from him. I was hoping the guys would soon leave so that Jerry and I could move the bedroom and continue. Jerry then reminded me that his request had two parts.

When he told me the second part of his request, I looked at him with shock. I never expected him to say he wanted me to suck the cock of every guy there. Shock mixed with lust when Jerry told me to turn around. I saw that every guy had stripped and had been jerking off while watching me blow Jerry. I saw the variety of sizes and shapes and cocks and felt fire down in my pussy. I had five men who wanted me and were ready.

Beach Story

My wife and I recently got back from a holiday in the Bahamas, and since we returned our relationship has changed drastically. She ignores everything I say, openly flirts with other men in front of me and sometimes stays out all night without letting me know where she is.

We have been married for five years, and although at twenty-five, Sally is seven years younger than me, we have always got on brilliantly. When I started seeing her I couldn’t believe my luck. She is not stunningly beautiful, but has an amazing body and a really fun personality. I used to try to encourage her to show off her body more, but she always used to say that it was for my eyes only. Sometimes it’s better that you don’t get what you wish for.

It all began on the last day of the holiday. We had gone to a fabulous beach on the other side of the island from our hotel. We had been sunning ourselves for the last two weeks, so we were both well tanned. As we were lying on the beach Sally turned to me and said, “You know, my tan lines are really going to show up.”

It amazed me the way she wore the skimpiest bikini imaginable, which left nothing to the imagination, but wouldn’t take her top off to even out her tan.

“I know. I don’t see why you don’t go topless. Everyone else here is,” I said, pointing towards the many breasts on display.

“Well. I don’t know. Maybe I need a bit of Dutch courage.”

“Well. I fancy a beer. Shall I walk to that store and get some?”

“Okay, then. I’ll wait here for you.”

It might not seem like anything unusual. Going topless on a beach, but I was getting quite turned on at the thought of other men seeing her lovely breasts. It would have been a bit of a pain, going to the store, it was more than half an hour walk to get there, but luckily I found a man near the sidewalk, selling beers from a cooler he had. They were well over priced but a good timesaver. I bought six beers from him and made my way back to where Sally was lying down.

As I approached her from behind I saw that a couple of men were talking with her. They were both in their early twenties and had Australian accents. Sally was still lying on her belly as she turned her head to listen to them, so they had a good view of her firm ass cheeks, barely covered by the thong. Knowing this excited me and I stepped further back so they couldn’t see me. I could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation, but it seemed that they were selling some revolutionary kind of sun-tan oil, and offered her a sample.

I heard her say “okay” and expected her to take it and for them to leave. This wasn’t part of their sales technique however. As soon as she said yes, they both dropped to their knees either side of her and began applying the lotion up and down her body. It was obviously a con-trick for them to feel up women who were alone on the beach, and I was about to step in to stop them. I then noticed that Sally seemed to be enjoying the feeling of both these guys caressing her. I watched as my normally prim and proper wife spread her legs apart, so two men could rub oil into the insides of her thighs.

The blond one of the two guys suddenly undid Sally’s bikini bra straps. I expected her to protest, but she said nothing as he smoothed the oil into her back. Her breasts are very large and were clearly visible from the sides, especially as she lifted her head and rested on her two elbows. I am sure I could hear her moan, as their hands strayed towards her tits and began to gently caress them.

This was too much for me. I was turned on, I admit it, but I never expected anything like this. I liked the idea of men looking at my wife’s tits and wanting to fuck her, but I never wanted anyone to actually touch her. I heard the dark haired one say to her “turn around”, and I knew I had better do something quickly. I deliberately made a lot of noise as I came towards them. I could faintly hear Sally whisper “it’s my husband” and they stood up sharp. They were almost standing at attention as I came up to them.

Fun For The Gang

“Darling, do you remember Leroy?”

Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married.

“What about Leroy?”

“He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains.”

“That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?

Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off.

“We haven’t seen Leroy in months and I’d love to have a whole weekend together. I think I could get away. Darling, we haven’t had a break for ever so long. It would be our special treat. Oh, and he said he would be with a few friends from his work. They plan to get in some hunting.”

Leroy had been a college chum of Cindy’s. Soon after graduating he married and became a fitness trainer for an NFL team. The team visited our area a couple of times a year and we almost always got together.

“What kind of friends?”

“He didn’t say, but I think he must have meant friends from work. Why don’t you call him and find out more?”

I decided to call that day. Leroy and I had developed a mutual liking over the past three years and I knew he would fill me in.

“Here’s the setup, Bill. Me and a few guys from the team are renting a condo at the resort for the weekend after next. We’ll be coming right from training camp. Two weeks of that place and we’ll be ready to relax. I haven’t seen you and Cindy for a while and thought we might take the opportunity.”

“Sounds great, Leroy. What about your friends? How do they fit in the picture?”

“I thought you and Cindy might enjoy something different. You know, the more the merrier. I can vouch for these guys, Bill. You know the team tests them regularly. Completely clean. They’re real nice, too. All married and well-behaved. I’ve told them about you and they’re dying to meet you both. As I said, these guys are first-class gents.”

Since graduation Cindy and I had become aware of STDs. We decided to see only men we knew, or came recommended by reliable friends. Never strangers.

“How many are we talking about?

“Four, plus me. All nice black gentlemen. I’m sure she’ll like them.”

“Jeez, that’s six of us with me. Do you expect Cindy to take us all on?”

Nightclub Bathroom Gangbang

My name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I’ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.

It has been several months since I broke up with my ex, and my need to be fucked was almost constant. Things were getting out of control. My sister was starting to get fed up with the number of men I was bringing back to the apartment and she sat up worrying if I didn’t go home at night. It was becoming difficult to get fucked, used by a stranger without my sister getting upset.

I needed to find a way to keep my sister happy and still fuck when I needed too. At first, I would fuck guys in the toilets of a night club or bar and still go home alone at night, which kept my sister happy.

Occasionally, when the need got too strong; I would go into sex shops. I could easily find someone to have sex with in one of the video cabins. Usually older guys with glasses who probably hadn’t had a real woman in years.

One Saturday night, I met a guy in a nightclub not far from home. He wasn’t great looking, but he was the first guy who tried to chat me up and I was dripping wet and desperate to be used. I wore a little black dress and black bra. I left my knickers at home. I knew why I was coming here. To find a guy and fuck him in the toilet. Knickers would just et in the way .

I took a guy by the hand and led him into the toilet. I tried to drag him into a cubicle where he could use me but he had other ideas. He grabbed me, lifted my little black dress up around my waist and picked me up. There were 5 or 6 guys in the toilet, staring at us as he dropped me onto one of the three sinks and pushed my legs a part, exposing my bare neatly trimmed pussy to everyone in the toilet.

“Grab her kegs,” he said to the group of men.

Within seconds my legs were being held apart by two guys I’d never seen before. I watched as the guy I’d come in with undid the belt on his trousers, pulled out his hard cock and rubbed the head against my pussy lips.

“What you waiting for,” I moaned.

“What do you want?” he whispered into my ear.

“Fuck my cunt,” I mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

Cum With Me To The Party

Office Christmas parties. Penny really didn’t like them and never had. It all seemed so forced; getting together with people from work, even those you don’t particularly like, and having a few drinks and nibbling bits of warm chicken nuggets and cocktail sausages on sticks. She’d rather not even be there. But like many others, she felt it would look as if she was being antisocial if she stayed away. She sighed and took another sip from the glass of mediocre white wine she was nursing. She looked around the all-purpose meeting-dining-banquet room that her firm had booked again for yet another Christmas party. A few imitation holly wreaths and piped in jolly Xmas music as background to the bursts of laughter from the salesmen clustered round the open bar. She wondered which one would be first to grope the chairman’s wife or make an offensive remark to the CEO.

Unlike a lot of the female staff, Penny hadn’t made a particular effort to dress up for the party. There was no-one she needed to impress and she wasn’t interested in attracting the lecherous glances of liquored-up office boys or the red-faced old lecher from shipping.

Penny glanced at her watch and wondered how soon she could diplomatically slip away and get home to Mike. She was looking forward to an early night with him.

As she looked up, she was startled to see an attractive woman standing a few feet in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. Penny couldn’t help staring back. The woman looked strangely familiar. Penny couldn’t place her but it felt as if they should know each other. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. The woman took a step closer, still staring at her as if trying to communicate silently.

The woman was perhaps just a little taller than Penny, the extra inch or two coming from the four-inch black leather pumps she was wearing. Then Penny noticed the woman’s shoulder- length hair, envying the strawberry blonde color with a hint of copper and gold.

Penny felt almost hypnotized by this strangely compelling creature. The woman was looking at her with an ironic smile beginning to play across her lips. She raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin, still staring into Penny’s eyes.

Paid In Full And Filled

I was on my way home from club-hopping (my hubby was away for the week – training). About ¼ of the way home, my car started acting up and finally gave out on me. Using my cellphone and a phonebook from a near-by gas station, I called around to see if any repair shops were open. . . but at 1 AM I was out of luck. I then called around and found a 24-hour towing service. A very deep, gruff sounding voice said that he would be around in about 30 minutes to get me. All I could do now was wait.

Just as he promised, a tow-truck pulled up about 30 minutes later and a heavyset older black gentleman got out and came over to me. I learned his name was Donald (figured it out by looking at his name tag). Donald spoke with me, laying down my options as he went to work getting my car up onto the trucks flatbed. I could tell from Donald’s voice that he was the guy I spoke with on the phone. As we talked I noticed that he was giving me the ‘One Over‘. I was wearing a tube top (no bra), a mini-skirt (showing LOTS of leg), thongs, and a pair of heels. I decided to use his interest in my body to my advantage.

“I’d really like to get my car fixed tonight. I’m ready to pay ANY price,“ I told him as I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing up on my 36Bs and making my small amount of cleavage look better.

“Well now, you may be able to convince me to call in some favors“, Donald answered. “Let’s get into the cab and determine a price.”

With my car now secure on the trucks flatbed, I followed Donald up into the cab of the truck. He reached for his CB’s handset and looked at me. “Well lady, just how important is it that you get your car fixed tonight”, he asked me.

My answer, was to put my head in his lap and start undoing his fly. I soon was pulling his semi-erect cock out of his boxers as we drove off. I began to kiss up and down the dark shaft with my red lips. As I did this, Donald’s cock stiffened and he began to moan. Once Donald was fully erect, I swallowed all 9 or 10 inches of him and began to bob my head up and down. Donald was trying to fuck my mouth by raising his hips, but this made it hard for him to drive. He was forced to endure whatever sexual torture I had planned for him. As we drove on, I began to nibble on Donald’s shaft and knead his balls. I could hear him talking on the radio to folks between moans, but I was too busy enjoying my serving of darkmeat to care what was being said. I started flicking my tongue across Donald’s throbbing black cockhead, while my creamy white hands tugged and squeezed on his fat balls. Donald was beginning to moan a lot and was having problems controlling his hips. I knew the pressure was building for him. I inhaled his black cock deep into my married throat and began sucking it harder and faster. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and shaft.

Gangbang Girl

It was the night of my fraternity’s first party of the year, it was a a themed party called professors/ naughty schoolgirls. It was a coincidence that it was a party with my girlfriend’s sorority. She was so excited the week before to inform me that she would be a delta alpha. I couldn’t help but admit that I wouldn’t mind being able to spend time in her sorority house, they were definitely some of the hottest girls on campus.

My girlfriend Sarah fit that role. She had just turned 18 the previous summer and had an amazing body from being a cheerleader throughout high school. She was half Latin, half white 5’10” , 120 pounds with an amazingly phat ass and even phatter pussy. Her thick thighs begged to be licked. And her thick thighs were exactly what she was showing when I picked her and a few of her pledge sisters up for the party.

It was a warm night in August and these girls were wearing as little clothes as it seemed was legal.When we got to my frat house there were already a lot of people there and I took her to my room so she could put her purse there. I lived on the top floor, It’s a nice room with a view over looking my college town. Before we walked out i made sure to grab her and slide a couple fingers up her cunt, she had already been drinking and this made her jump on my bed and beg for me to fuck her.

I looked at her and sucked it all in. This thick, tan brunette wearing a tiny plaid skirt, white thigh highs, a small top rolled up to expose her stomach and glasses, with her dark brown hair in pigtails. I wanted to fuck her right then but her roommate ran in to drag her to the party. She said this would have to wait and said, “I’ll meet you here later baby” and grabbed my cock.

I followed the girls down to the party and began drinking. I was having such a great time flirting with all her sisters I lost track of Sarah. Last time I saw her she was talking to a few girls on the porch. I walked up the stairs to see if she had gone back to my room. As I walked down the hallway I realized my door was open, I walked in to see a few brothers and a couple of her sisters watching something in my room. To my surprise a girl was getting her pussy licked and sucking a dick at the same time. My excitement turned to shock when I focused my not entirely sober eyes and saw that it was Sarah with a dick in her mouth!

Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call “Whore Night”. Cherie likes this game because I “make” her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.

Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.

Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40’s or early 50’s were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black “merry widow” corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.

Lee grabbed one side of her panties and Jay grabbed the other, then both slid the panties off her hips and down her legs. All the men leaned forward to look at her shaved lips and the little tuft of hair above her clit. I had Cherie walk around the room and show her pussy to each man. I stopped her after the first man and told her she was to put one foot up on the couch or chair next to each man so they all had a good look at her pussy. I also encouraged the men to stick a finger in her pussy to see how hot dancing naked made her.

The Story Of Andrea

This is a story about my first marriage in 1985. Andrea, my wife and I were both students at North Dakota State when we met. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. While I was a city boy (Fargo) she came from a tiny farming community in the western end of the state. At 21, Andrea was 5′ 3″, natural blonde (everywhere), very muscular, pert 34B boobs and when she smiled she had wonderful dimples. A real knockout lady.

When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.

We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Andrea would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.

In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Andrea scoured the papers everyday, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.

One day Andrea noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.

Here is what happened on Andrea’s interview, as she told me some months later.

She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Ed said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Ed explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were there own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Andrea had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.

Ed went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroids, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.

After changing into it Andrea came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Ed explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Andrea assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.

Ed took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouchless panties. Andrea was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waist, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.

Again Andrea went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.

Restaurant Fun

In the restaurant business people, including the managers, come and go all the time. One time when I’d just turned 21, we got this young female manager named Kathy, who was straight out of training.

She was cute as hell with a good body. Not a knockout, but one of those women that fit together nicely. Very sweet.

We worked together well, but there was always a bit of tension between us… sexual tension that is. We were always catching each other’s eye, making vague sexual references to each other, things like that. I never tried anything, though, because she was trying to be on her best behavior while on her 60 day probation period. I could tell that she wanted me, though.

Two weeks before she was to come off her probation, she was given the Friday late shift to run on her own. This was also the late shift I worked on. I knew that being so close together so late at night would be too much for me. And as it turned out, I was right.

The first night we were together, when most of the other employees were done with their jobs. As they were leaving, I was purposely taking a few extra minutes getting ready, trying to be the last one out. I succeeded leaving just Kathy and I in the store.

It was about 2am when I went to the manager’s office where Kathy was and told her that I was done. She was hunched over the desk, looking at paperwork and absent- mindedly rubbing her neck. I moved up behind her and put my big hands on her tense neck. She was really stressing, knowing that the big boss was not too nice a guy and would scrupulously check her work.

I suggested that she take a break as I started to rub her neck. Gently at first, then going deeper.

Jessie Gets Sandwiched

Jessie was slowly becoming my girlfriend, rather than a whore that I fucked along with the rest of the house. She still fucked other guys from time to time, but she was no longer the drunk girl being passed around at every party. We spent time together, got to know each other, and began to fall in love.

This was nice for a while, but I had, after all, fallen in love with a fratslut, not the girl next door. So, I decided to set her up for her first double-fuck. She’d been trained a couple of times, but she’d never had more than one cock in her body at the same time. That was going to change. But I couldn’t narrow the lucky guy down to just one – I picked my three closest buds to share one of the few firsts Jessie had left. The plan was to get her drunk (never too hard), and while I fucked her, for them to sneak into my room and join in. The lucky threesome (Tony, Andy and Troy) had all fucked Jessie before, but they’d never had the chance to really enjoy themselves with her.

We picked a Tuesday night, since none of us had Wednesday classes. We nearly always drank on Tuesdays, with or without girls over. So, Jessie didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary when I made sure she was there that particular Tuesday night. As usual, there were about a dozen guys hanging around, getting drunk and looking for a way to break up the monotony of the week.

Sir Georges Rules

Peggy and I met in our Sophomore year at a small Pennsylvania College. She was a cheerleader, blond, athletic, dimples, pleated skirt, tight sweater over great looking tits, I watched her more than the game. Later that week, I saw her at the school library, and got up the nerve to go up and talk to her.

We had a lot in common, both from small Pennsylvania towns, both Christian, both conservative, and both with goals in life. We started to date and have been together ever since.

We married a year after College, and moved to Cleveland Ohio. I had a job for a Market Research company, and Peggy taught Art at a Jr. High School. After two years of marriage we had a son, and Peggy stopped work to be a stay at home mom. Over the years, I’ve progressed at work and have become an Assistant Vice President of one of our sales divisions. Peggy started to work part time at a local community center after our son, Josh entered elementary school.

Our sex life has always been great for me. Peggy has never lost her cheerleader body, or her athletic ways. She has always been willing to be experimental in bed, and we’ve tried many things we saw in various porno movies we’ve occasionally rented. As we approached our seventh year of marriage however, I noticed we had fallen into a routine. We’d have sex about two or three times each week, always at night, usually after the late night news. We’d kiss for a while, then I’d work my way down and eat her pussy until she was wet and moaning, I’d put my dick in, and we’d fuck until I came. It usually seemed like she also came, I worked at lasting long enough for her to get off. About every 10 times, she’d start on me, and give me a blow job. Almost never to completion, usually once I was hard, she’d slow down, and we’d fuck instead. We’d done anal a few times, but Peggy felt it hurt and was not that sanitary. I’d stick my finger up her ass during sex sometimes, but she never did that to me.

As we neared our seventh anniversary, I asked her if she was ever bored with our sex life, and did she ever fantasize about another guy. She admitted that sometimes she thought of movie or TV guys, or visualized a person she saw on the street. I felt that was normal, I thought of other women also. The more we talked about these fantasies, the more excited we both would get. Just the mention of another person, and we’d head for bed. Our sex life was actually getting better. Somehow we decided that we’d pick one night and really do the deed. The deal was we’d both find another lover for one night. It could be a co-worker, or a bar pick up, but we’d each do another person, so we’d have a story to bring back to our marriage bed. We also agreed that we’d do it at the other person’s place or a hotel, but not at home. We picked August 14th, the week before our seventh anniversary as the day. We also agreed that we wouldn’t tell each other who we’d be with until after the fact. That way there would be no influence on who we might choose.

At Home Audition

I had not been talking to Tom much after I caught him at my house with my wife. I figured I would let him stew for a while. We still joked around but when ever he tried to bring up another audition for my wife I would change the subject and tell him I thought it was too soon.

One Saturday morning I had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mower away when Debbie came rushing out to the garage wide eyed and obviously excited. She was so excited the words came flowing so fast I could barely make out what she was saying. “Mr. Dingle and Ed and Roy and the fat associate producer are all coming over to tell me about my audition in Spike Lee’s new movie and I told them I would fix them something to eat and we need some wine and we need to get everything ready I figured we would eat out back on the patio and I just don’t know what to wear and I am so excited and they will be here around 3:00 and we need to maybe bar-b-que something for them, maybe steaks and ohh what will I wear!!!”

After I calmed her down as much as possible I assured her I would pick up some wine and steaks and help her get everything ready. Inside I was seething. “To think those assholes are coming to my place, my home, in broad daylight, with me here!” I vowed to make a serious attempt to kick Tom’s ass for showing those other assholes where my wife and I lived. My mind was racing as I was tossing steaks in my shopping cart. “How the hell was I going to play this? I had to act like I knew nothing. Worse yet, I had to act like these idiots were legit. I knew that as long as I was there at least they would not try anything with Debbie. I made up my mind to get enough of everything so they would not be able to ask Debbie to send me out for anything.” I cussed them all the way back home.

Multi Cum Slut

My wife and I had a housemate that lived with us for more than three years. This narrative is the true story about how our housemate and I enabled the way for my wife to blossom onto becomes this incredibly horny, multi-orgasmic nymphomaniac. This was not something we planned or tried to do. It just sorta went along on its own momentum after we got her to try a threesome. From then on the housemate would join us in bed whenever we all got the urge. Which was four or five times a week! This worked out really great cuz the three of us had such amazingly fun times. The threesome was the catalyst for the wife’s transmutation into this unbelievably hot and nasty cum-slut. This describes how it all began and how the dynamics played together.

We had partied with the housemate a couple of times prior to the nite these events first took place. He was around 6-5, 240 lbs, might have been an all-pro defensive end had he stayed in college football. My wife and I were opening a new business, a retail lingerie store. During the day the three of us worked on getting the place ready to open and at nite we were going thru the new inventory that was arriving daily. I mentioned to my spouse that the housemate would enjoy seeing her pose in some of our new merchandise and she thought about it and said “OK, but nothing too revealing..” While she was upstairs I told our housemate what my wife was going to do and we agreed that we’d should see how far we could get her to go.. The first outfit she modeled a nice lace red bra and thong set. My spouse loved seeing both our reactions to the outfits she wore After a few nights of ever more daring outfits and teasing both us guys, my wife asked me if we should invite him up to the bedroom. Of course, I said, “Yes!” I love it when a plan comes together!

Julie Gets Ganged Black

It began as any ordinary day. Julie was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for me and our lodger student James and listening to the radio. As I came down for breakfast, I notice Julie was a little nervous. I could tell that there was something else bothering her. Maybe the prospect of her date with James at the end of term dance at the university that evening.

Julie went out shopping to find something to wear that evening, she arrived home and with barely a wave to me took off her clothes and jumped into the shower. To my delight Julie asked me into the shower and told me I could help wash her for her “date”. It was a sexy high to sponge down my gorgeous wife’s body knowing tonight her lily white flesh would be entangled with a black man.

Julie rebuffed my attempts to kiss her or overly fondle her and she seemed to enjoy watching me suffer cleaning her body. Finally she instructed me to sit on the toilet and watch her rinse her body. Julie allowed me to towel dry her sexy body off and then go to the bedroom where she had me rub scented cream on her. I couldn’t imagine anything sexier then watching Anna looking in the mirror as she put on her earrings.

I lay back on the bed and watched as my wife picked through her dresser drawer and pulled out a very sexy white, see through g string. She slipped them on and it was easy to see her blonde pubic bush through the sheer material. My cock was straining in my pants as it stiffened into an erect state. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting.

She turned to me and said, “What do you think so far? Do you think this might cause a stir?”

Wife Has a Surprise Gang Bang

Stephanie and I were working in the yard on Saturday afternoon. “What time are the guys coming over hon?” I had told her that morning three of the guys were coming over to drink a few beers and hang out. “I told them around 5:00pm… we’re just going to hang out.”

Fred… Pete… and Bill all arrived a little after 5:00pm. We each opened a beer and sat in the back yard. About twenty minutes later Stephanie came outside with some snacks. I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked in her tank top and shorts. I could see the guys couldn’t help but notice either. We all hung out together and had a few drinks. “Mark I’m going to run in and grab another bag of chips… who’s ready for another round?”

“Stephanie let me go inside and help you.” I walked in behind her and we went to the kitchen. “Your tits look awesome in that tank top hon.” She blushed a little and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks… I’m glad you like.” I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she bent over and took out four beers. “Hey hon… you should really take off your bra before you come back out… then you’d look even better in that tank top.”

She looked at me strangely and I could tell she couldn’t believe what just came out of my mouth. “I can’t do that!” I looked at her for a moment and replied… “I told you to take off your bra now be a good girl and do it for me.” She looked into my eyes and paused for a second. Then she slipped the tank top over her head and removed her black bra. I was starring at her breasts as she stood in the kitchen topless. I could see how hard and excited her nipples were. She put her tank top back on and we both grabbed the beers and walked back outside.

Stephanie leaned over and handed Pete his beer… I could see his eyes wander down her shirt and knew what he was thinking. Her nipples were trying to break through the front of her shirt. None of the guys could help but notice the view.

Sloppy Cuckold

I have been married to the woman of most men’s fantasies for nearly ten years now. Those ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given her heavenly body, that was easy to overlook. For the first five years of marriage, we explored each other in every sexual way imaginable. I could not see how our love life could be any richer.

I guess I’d begun to badger her about fucking other men. When we fucked I kept telling her how much I wanted to suck another guys come out of her. Just saying it could often push me over the edge. Still, you can imagine my amazement when I came home one day and she told me in vivid about having it off with the neighbors!

She had locked herself out of the apartment when she stepped out to get the mail. At the time, all she had on was her panties and a beach wrap. Darren, the guy next door seized the opportunity and invited her to wait in his apartment for the super to open the our door. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was pounding his eight-inch monster inside her.

Discovery of a Slut

Like many women, thanks to what our society promotes as attractive, Lisa did not feel she was beautiful. I didn’t agree, and told her so, many, many times, but to no real change in her view of herself. I finally persuaded her to buy some and go out with me for a night on the town. I asked her to get a very short, skin tight skirt. Finally I asked her not to wear any underwear. She hesitated at this, but then finally agreed. The day of our celebration Lisa went shopping. She called me at work to tell me about her new dress. She seemed very excited about wearing it for me. She wasn’t sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her. I don’t think I convinced her. The plan was to go out to dinner and then go dancing. I couldn’t wait to see Lisa in her new outfit. She picked me up from work at 6:30. When I saw her I was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models. She gave me a shy smile when I whistled at her. She said, “I can’t believe I’m actually wearing this.” I said, “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Lisa was wearing a red dress that barely covered her privates. Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed. I said, “I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength.” Lisa giggled and said, “I hope so too.” I continued to stare at her as she drove out of the parking lot. I noticed two bumps in the front of Lisa’s dress. I was happy to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I glanced down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing panties. Lisa noticed my stare and confirmed, “No, I’m not wearing panties.” I asked her to prove it and she pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush. Lisa said, “I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over.” I said, “I’ll bet.” We headed for our favorite restaurant. The parking lot was full and we had to park at the shopping center next door. I watched as Lisa got out of the car. She held the hem of her skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. We walked in front of several shops as we made our way to the restaurant. Lisa complained about the 5 inch high heels. Despite the awkwardness of the shoes, Lisa caused heads to turn in her direction. She was quite a sight. We enjoyed a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. I told Lisa how proud I was of her. We talked about the looks she was getting. I think she was beginning to like the attention. I paid the tab and we left. Lisa asked if I wanted to drive and I suggested that she drive. I told her that I wanted to just look at her. She blushed. We strolled to the car and again Lisa got plenty of attention. I noticed that despite the earlier difficulty Lisa had with her shoes, her walk began to get more sexy. I knew she was enjoying herself.