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Switched in the Woods (10 May 2007)

"Can you see anything?" Shannon Halsey whispered quietly to her identical twin sister, Maura.

She was peering through the window of an old log cabin where three couples lay on the hearth making love in front of a cozy, crackling fireplace.

"Yeah, I can see everything," Maura whispered back, totally wide-eyed at the huge vibrators being passed around like candied apples. One woman, a beautiful blonde, was close to orgasm - then suddenly screamed out in ecstasy, her body convulsing in a shuddering orgasm.

"What ... what do you see, Maura!" Shannon said, her heart racing. "I wanna get a look!"

"It's not what I'm seeing - did you hear that?" her sister said, still riveted by the blonde immensely enjoying her climax. "They're fucking each other with vibrators and some huge-looking play cocks."

"You mean dildos, sis?" Shannon retorted.

"Um, yeah, I think so. Did you hear it that! She's still climaxing!"

The Sweetest Ass (08 May 2007)

Martha, boarded the bus with the lure of a new job on her mind. She had never married, and for all practical purposes, she was still a virgin. After all, she had never had sex with a real man, sure she had deflowered herself with her dildo long ago, but the thought of a real, breathing man in her bed was remote. Maybe this new job would bring her a man who didn't think she was bad looking. Martha arrived at her new apartment she had recently rented. It had large bay windows and a loft. As she climbed the stoop, there stood a young man about 25 years old. He looked Martha up and down then inquired if Martha was a new tenant. She replied that she had just moved in last week.

Martha proceeded to her apartment pushing the door closed but neglecting to lock it. She'd had a hard day, and needed to relax. Martha couldn't help but reach down and casually stroke her pussy through her clothes. I don't need these clothes she thought, as she slowly peeled them from her body dropping them in the floor. I think I need a shower Martha thought and proceeded to the bathroom. I might as well release myself before I shower, thought Martha. As she laid down on her bed, she started to slowly massage her soft pussy. It felt so warm thought Martha as she closed her eyes to relax and enjoy the feel of her body under the constant stroke of her own fingers.

Then suddenly Martha felt something warm and soft slowly push her fingers away. Afraid to open her eyes, she just lay there to see if what she felt was real. She felt strong fingers pull the lips of her pussy apart and warm air being blown softly into her pink fuck hole. This was too good to be true thought Martha, but again the warm breath blew on her hot pussy. Now it was replaced by a firm, strong tongue that started to lap her pussy from the top to the bottom---ooh moaned Martha, as the tongue licked her juicy hole. Then suddenly Martha felt the sucking of her clit as this fantastic mouth drew her clit into it and started to suck, and suck and suck. As the lips sucked, the tongue circled the clit in small circles. Around and around went the tongue, as the lips clamped onto the clit as if it was trying to pull it off.

A Private Party (06 May 2007)

This is a continuation of A Stable Party and it is recommended that you read the previous part unless you already have.

Six months after Rachel, Emma and I spent the night in stable with some of my studs, my sister Becky came to visit me. Becky is a year older than I am at 34. She is about the same height as me at about 5,9. She used to have the same shoulder length blonde hair but since she moved into the city she keeps changing her look. On this occasion she had long brown hair. I always did have the bigger tits with 36C tits, but she still has quite a nice rack of 34B. I hadn't seen Becky for about 3 years so when she came over we were very excited to see each other. She was going to spend 3 weeks with me to get away from her very stressful job in the city.

On the Friday before she was due to arrive I spent the entire night fucking as many of my horses as I could and swallowing as much horse cum as I could as I wouldn't have the chance for the time that Becky would be there. We had always been close when we were kids and I didn't want to alienate her by her catching me with the horses, as she'd probably think it was sick.

Around mid-day the next day Becky arrived with her two dogs, Bobby and Jasper, both black Labradors. I helped her to carry her things into her room and left her to settle in. For the rest of the week we just talked, shopped, and basically got to know each other again while having a hell of a lot of fun. Within a very short time it was as if we had only seen each other a few days before. She also helped out in the stables, teaching the children to ride and taking care of the horses.

Christiane and the Bus Ride (04 May 2007)

Stupid car. My old Toyota had broken down again, and the only way I could get to Adrienne’s house was to take the bus. I needed fortification in order to face that kind of a trip, so down went three glasses of wine, and I was ready to go. Whoops not quite yet. I had promised Adrienne I would try one of the Viagra samples that she had given me. No sexual opportunities had presented themselves since she had given them to me, so what the hell; I’ll take one now and then tell her if I feel sexy when I get there. Better take two, or how about three. That way I’ll know for sure if they work on a woman.

I waited and waited for the bus. Finally it showed up, and I boarded, found a seat and tried to relax. It’s been years since I’ve ridden this thing. The wine made me drowsy, and I tried to take a nap. The bumpy ride felt good. My bottom felt nice and warm. Wait a minute, why does my bottom feel warm? Why do I feel, uh, sexy? It’s the wine. Maybe it’s the Viagra. Anyway I started feeling very drunk and horny. I began wiggling on the seat, and shrugging to the music that was provided by a radio somewhere. I looked back, and saw two young guys who winked at me. I winked back.

I leaned back on the seat, crossed my legs, and made my crotch a bit warmer by rubbing my thighs back and forth. The little old lady across the aisle began to stare at me. I smiled at her as I wiggled my ass and thighs. Bus rides can be really cool. I began to get this confined feeling, and addressed the problem by pulling off my panties, and flipping them in the air toward the rear of the bus. Now I’m ready for action, I thought as two hands immediately dove for my hair farm. Then they started to fight for the pleasure of entering Chrissies’ fun box. I leaned back on the seat, and began to lightly rub myself. Then I thought, fun box? Hmmm, I had never thought of it as a box before. Things are stored in boxes. What can I store there? I rummaged through my bag. Lipstick. Up old twatty it went. Three quarters and a pack of gum. Welcome to your new home guys. Finally I dredged up a big Snickers bar. Off came the wrapper, and the candy joined its buddies in my hole down below. My, how useful pussies are. Maybe I could do away with my worn out old bag, and keep everything safe inside of me. Now when I wriggled on my seat, and played with my furry triangle I brought up some new sexy feelings. I could feel my goodies jostling about my vagina. God that makes me feel horny. Looking to my left I noted that three faces were looking at me. The high schoolers had moved up for a better view, and grandma was looking very stern. I just smiled and nodded in time to my clitoral rubbings. The guys must want a better view. I lay back on the seat, pulled up my dress, and showed them how it’s really done. Two fingers in my front hole, and ahh yes, two fingers in my back hole. Stir well and then shake. Each of the two guys grabbed one of my legs, and started to massage them, working their way up toward my thighs.

Stripper Girl (30 April 2007)

Her voluptuous body rolled and rocked, her dark skin contrasting with her pink satin thong and low-cut, well-filled brassiere. She shook her hips back and forth, swinging them, enjoying her form performing to its extent. She held her chest out, sucked her stomach in, and caressed her inner thighs as her head rolled back. She was looking into the mirror of her bathroom, basically practicing stripping for when she was to lose her virginity the next day. Arching her back, she spread her legs and leaned over, her thighs were smooth and strong.
She didn’t know someone was watching.
His hands reached down and unzipped his jeans, all the while aware of his attentive cock waiting for action. He immediately started jerking off while looking at the young girl in her hotel room. He was so clever- he has put a camera behind the mirror, allowing the camera to look through it- women showering, women pissing, and now a woman obviously stripping. He decided that it was time for action. He shoved his rock-hard cock back into his pants and ran down to where her room was- number 118- and put his special key into the door. His special key was for him to get into any room he wanted in case of emergency. He slowly and quietly opened the door, stepped inside, and crept over to the bathroom. The door was ajar and she didn’t see him, as she was concentrating on rolling her whole body back. He suddenly rushed forward and held her hands back. She screamed in horror and pain alike as he threw her onto her hotel bed. She wasn’t wearing much so it did not take him long to rip off the skimpy, slutty clothing she wore. He looked at this frantically kicking naked beauty and let out a sigh of ecstasy as he straddled her stomach and took off his shirt and pants, letting her take in his very muscular and sexy body. That didn’t stop her from not wanting him- she was so scared and his hand over her mouth wouldn’t allow her to scream.

All Change (28 April 2007)

It was a moment or two before I realized that the fire alarm of my dream was in fact the ringing of the telephone. I reached out in the darkness and fumbled for a few seconds until I at last located the handset, which I sleepily held to my ear. I looked at the glowing red display of my clock. It was 2.07am. I’m not sure whose voice I expected to hear, but I was pleasantly surprised as I recognized it as yours. You asked if you’d awakened me… I lied and said no, that I’d been reading, as I snuggled further under the duvet, smiling to myself, happy to hear from you. We made small talk for a few minutes and I wondered if you could tell by my voice that I was gently fingering myself as we spoke, rubbing at my clit, teasing my now hard nipples…. I never ceased to be amazed at just how wet my pussy became just by me listening to your voice…right then I was so horny that I reached for my nearest vibrator. It was a ten inch flesh-coloured beauty made from a soft bendy rubber…it felt so much like the real thing.. I slid it into my cunt as far as it would go and set the speed control on full, then lay back to give myself up to the dual pleasure of your voice and the steady buzzing of my toy.

Suddenly I was jolted back to reality as you informed me that you were coming to see me and that I was to prepare myself for your impending visit. I listened to your instructions carefully and fervently prayed that I wouldn’t forget anything…. Past experience had taught me that you were not a master who tolerated disobedience or negligence. When I replaced the handset I looked at the clock again. It showed 2.28am. I had just over half an hour ‘til your arrival.

I went quickly to the bathroom where I had a five-minute shower and cleaned my teeth. Then back to the bedroom where I applied my make up in just the way you like it…pale foundation, heavy eyeliner and thick black mascara. Deep red blusher and crimson lipstick and gloss almost completed the look. I finished it with a pair of large gold hoop earrings.

Thoughts While Masturbating (28 April 2007)

I must admit that I love writing and posting these stories, and to be frank I generally get off once or twice before I’ve finished each one. What’s happening right now? I’m sitting in front of my computer totally in the nude, and I’m really turned on.

I am 30, single, and have a very good job. I am also a very sexual person. It’s said that guys can’t get through a day without having many sexual thoughts. Count me in with that group. Guys at work, even women I meet during the day get me thinking about sex. If you’ve got no date then masturbate. That’s my motto. And so here I am, writing and masturbating. There’s a nice glass of wine at my side and the TV is on at the end of the room. I often watch porny movies as I type these stories. They sometimes give me inspiration for my tales, and they always turn me on.

It’s hard for me to type more than a few lines at a time. Sometimes I stop to think about my story plot, but more often I just like to look down at my red, triangular fur patch, and my long shapely legs (I love legs. I guess you’d call me a leg lady. Is that strange?). I usually don’t touch anything at first. It feels me with a real sensual warmth to just look at myself, to admire myself. Isn’t it fun to be turned on to yourself now and then; to think that you are a real work of beauty, and are madly in love with the body that you call home? I look and look, and the desire to touch grows maddeningly stronger. But still I resist touching. I like the tension that builds, but after a time I yield to passion. I gently touch those legs, and rub them lightly, working my way up to my crotch. I love that pubic area between thigh and pussy. My hands grab the place where thighs joins pubes and tug on it, and then push toward the middle from each side, squeezing my pussy together. My style is to manually arouse my whole bottom area without actually touching that hole where men like to stick their dicks.

Heather Investigates (26 April 2007)

Heather Investigates
The ad in the City Paper was intriguing.A science researcher was looking for women to participate in an experiment to determine the intensity and duration of female orgasms.

Heather, who was more than a little dissatisfied with her current live-in lover -- he was more interested in his own gratification than hers -- decided to investigate. She certainly was orgasmic, but lately, she seemed to be spending more time going than cumming.She wondered whether her physical reactions to love making were similar to what other women experienced. Perhaps the researcher could help.

The address in the ad indicated the researcher (male...female... switch hitter?) was conducting the experiments in a townhouse near McLean. "Seems a safe enough address," Heather thought to herself.

Heather drove over to McLean from her apartment on Capitol Hill. As she wheeled up the Parkway, she wondered what she was going to encounter. Unconsciously, her right hand was at her breast, her fingers gently tweaking her nipple. A guy passing her on the right looked over, saw what Heather was doing and began honking his horn.

Heather glanced over, took a look at the Yuppie type in the Porsche wearing a three piece suit, decided he was a lawyer--the lowest form of life --and stuck out her tongue. She drove on.

Crossing over to the right hand lane, Heather turned onto the exit and, following the directions at the bottom of the ad, drove into the townhouse complex, found the right apartment, parked her car and got out.

Open Air Fun (24 April 2007)

It’s almost midnight and I'm sitting by the phone, awaiting your call with a strange mixture of excitement and dread.... This will be our fourth meeting, and there have been many occasions since the third when I have doubted my own sanity in agreeing to become your slave....

My hand shakes slightly as I reached for the ringing phone. I know it will be you, and in spite of my apparent bravado on other occasions, this time I'm more than a little nervous. As I lift the handset with my right hand, my left strays up to my neck and touches the tight black leather collar fastened securely around it, as you instructed. I whisper "Hello" into the mouthpiece and your sexy voice returns my greeting, adding that you are now in the car park downstairs, awaiting me.

I check my appearance quickly in the mirror...the make-up is well applied if a little tarty… Pale foundation, eyelashes thick with mascara, liberally applied black liner and deep crimson lipstick with a shimmering coat of gloss over it… I pick up my handbag and the carrier bag from the coffee table and make my way to the front door, fumbling with my keys as I do so. After locking the door I get into the lift and press the ground-floor button. As the lift descends I can feel my heart racing. What am I doing?? Am I totally mad??

When the door opens I step into the lobby and gathering every ounce of courage I possess, walk out into the car park. I spot your car easily in the darkness as your headlights are ablaze, and walk steadily towards it. When I reach the passenger door you lean across and open it for me. I get in and glance at you, still trembling...

You switch on the ignition. You haven't spoken and nor have I. I stare straight ahead as you start to manoeuvre the car out of the car park, wondering what you have in store for me.

Your Cheerleader (22 April 2007)

Complete darkness surrounds you until a flash of lightning sends intense light flickering through the bedroom window. A fierce crash of thunder follows - as a symbol of the night's fiery events. I tried my best to look cute for you. I start a healthy flame in the fireplace to provide just enough light for you to admire my body which is clothed in my red and white poms uniform. My short skirt barely falls over the tight curves of my ass. You signal for me to come closer, and I advance - the curls in my pig tails bouncing slightly with every step. Within touching distance, I appear nervous, to which you answer with a soft touch to my lips sending a stream of relaxed energy throughout my body. You whisper sweet words into my ear causing my nervousness to transform into confidence and excitement. I am now ready to show you more exotic bliss than you have ever known.

You cannot control your longing to touch my inner thigh and move your hand underneath my skirt. You want to feel the soft satin of my panties, but when you touch me, you feel only smooth skin. I know that your desire to tear off my clothes and throw me on the bed grows every time I tease you. After a split second, I gently pull away preparing to teach you exactly how sexy innocent girls can be. I turn on exotic music, appropriate for my upcoming performance. I am an experienced dancer. To the beat, my ass moves crisply, left to right, and right to left, causing my skirt to rise so close to my nakedness. My hands move up and down my body, grasping my PHS sweater. My facial expressions make my sensuality obvious. With grace, I pull off my sweater, revealing a black velvet bra. I walk to you and seat you on the edge of the bed, close to the table holding the bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. I straddle you and pull your shirt off so you can feel my velvet-covered breasts press against you. I reach for a glass of champagne and pour a small amount on your neck. It flows down your body as I slowly lick it off your chest - and then suck your champagne-drenched neck gently, then harder, and harder. I reach again, this time retrieving a chocolate-covered strawberry - as a thank you for the one fed to me blindfolded in our original fantasy. I hold it to your lips for a few seconds to witness your intense body heat soften the chocolate. I feed it to you, sending a quick chill down your spine every time my fingers come in contact with your lips. I reach to the side of the bed one last time, returning with a handful of ice cubes. I run an ice cube over your lips and then place it in my mouth. I kiss your neck as I run my freezing hands over your hard biceps. My chilled lips brush over your chest, then your stomach. You begin to sweat, and heat radiates from your body. The ice has melted. I order you to close your eyes, since blocking one sense causes enhanced ability in another.

A Table for One (20 April 2007)

He had never felt quite like this before. Since waking up from a troubled sleep a vaguely defined image of someone – female – kept flashing through his mind. He could tell little about her beyond the fact that she turned him on in a way he had never experienced before. She was attractive, around 30 or so (his own age), and had shoulder length dark hair worn in a gentle upsweep. He was filled with both longing and lust, a gentle but persistent ache for her such that he coasted through his day in a kind of erotic fugue state.

In a daze he drove uptown for dinner that evening and quickly found himself in a strange neighborhood. He looked around at the quaint turn-of the-century brick and masonry buildings and knew he was lost – utterly. Not a thing was familiar except the English language on signs and buildings. The streets were cobblestoned and narrow, the street lighting ornate with wrought-iron swirls. An attractive neighborhood to be sure, but one he never knew existed in his city before. And this scared him badly and added considerably to his horny, otherworldly angst.

He drove slowly along hoping against hope to find something familiar. Then, amidst the clutter of small shops and offices along the street, he spied the flashing red and blue neon of a restaurant sign just ahead. The name looked vaguely Italian but ‘Restaurant’ was spelled out clearly. This would do fine. Conveniently, a parking spot was open just 2 cars down. With trembling hands he parallel parked into the spot and got out of his car.

Where am I, he thought, looking around on the edge of panic. His head turned frantically in all directions seeking some sort, ANY sort, of reference point. On the verge of running madly away the restaurant sign again caught his attention. Staring at its blinking, gaudy visage he felt an odd sort of peace settle over him. His breathing slowed and deepened and his panic and fear slowly left him as he drew closer to the eating establishment. In its place though came that disjointed, almost surreal feeling of aching lust that had had possession of him all day. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

A Dream Come True (18 April 2007)

She did not tell him tht she was coming to town. They had talked and she knew that he would be home that weekend with no plans, so she booked a flight and packed her bags. For almost four years they had been talking back and forth on the computer and had built quite a repore and became very good friends. One thing they shared was their love of writing and sharing fantasies. On many ocassions they had written each other of the dreams they had had and what they would do to one another if they got the chance. Today, she would see those dreams come true.
She boarded the plane with a teenage-like anticipation. Something shehad not felt in many years. Anxious to get to her destination, she ordered a drink and sat back into her seat, she would dream while the plane was in route.
Once they were on the ground at her destination, she quickly went to a phone and called her friend. He was home as he said he would be, they talked for a few minutes and she told him that a friend of hers was delivering a package for him to a local motel and that she wanted him to go and pick it up. She gave him the time to be there to get the package, he agreed and they hung up. She smiled as she thought to herself, "ou have no idea what kind of package ou will be getting." she picked up her bag and hailed a cab.
Once a the motel, she checked in and told the counterman that someone would be coming to pick up a package, she handed him the name written on a piece of paper. She then instructed him to tell her friend that he had to go to room 102 to get the package, then he was to call the room when the gentleman headed that way. With the help of an extra 20.oo, he agreed.
She went to her room and unpacked, pulling out the specail outfit she had purchased just for this ocassion, Red silk with black lace trim, black stockings and a pair of black high heels. She showered and dressed, then lit some candles and got out the glasses for their hello drink. then she waited. it wasn't long before the phone rang and the desk clerk told her the gentleman was on his way. She opened the door slightly and stepped into the bath to wait for him.
A knock came on the door, she replied "Come on in'

A Wife's Revenge by Rick (16 April 2007)

I was spending a quiet Friday night in my apartment reading a new Jack Higgins book . The phone rang at 8 P.M. Hello this is Rick I said . This is betty and she told me her last name . Hello I said I remember you I did a video of you and your husband about a year ago . You’re the brunette with very short hair and big brown eyes . Yes that’s me she said do you have a copy of our tape ? No I said I don’t keep copies you have the original and the final cut I can make copies if you’d like me to . No she said I’ve split from my husband and I wanted to send a copy of the tape to his new girl friend . He took the tapes with him . Sorry I said but I can’t help. Would you make a new tape for me ? Sure I said that would be no problem . Just tell me when and where and I’ll bring my cameras along . She said would you mind if I had more than one guy while you tape ? No I said that’s ok with me . I may invite a girl friend to join us to and I would like to have you join in as well . Really ? I said that would be fine with me . Should I bring along a woman as well ?
Yes! She said that would be great . She isn’t good looking but she has always wanted to join in an orgy . That would be OK with me Betty said . We arranged a time and to meet in her house because she want to piss her husband off . I called June the skinny ugly lady that I wrote about a few weeks ago here in fantasies . I invited her to the orgy which was going to take place the following Saturday . Awesome ! She said but I‘m horny right now. Can I come over ? Of course I said . She giggled like someone much younger than her 55 years . She was ringing my door bell fifteen minutes later . I let her in her face was as unattractive as ever . The nose was to big and not centered . Her eyes were small and hooded . Her lips were so thin as to be invisible . Her chin was way to big and she had no neck to speak of . But she was a great piece of ass . She had the usual cigarette in her mouth and was dressed like she was color blind . We went up to my apartment and she was all over me. She took off her dress she had no underwear on and her little tits were standing up . I licked her nipples and she moaned . She pulled my pants down and started to suck on my cock . I was hard in no time . I picked her up and put her on the sofa I put on a condom and lubed it and her pussy and fucked her hard until I came and went limp. She was smoking all the while and after I cleaned myself up I offered her a drink . She took a scotch and water over ice . I poured myself a single malt straight up . I sat down and she smiled and drank her scotch and water like it was just water . No water this time she said and handed me the glass . I poured her another drink and put the bottle on the table next to her . Help yourself I said . I will she said and giggled . Her nipples were still hard and she had obviously had a drink or two before she came over . I hope you didn’t drive here like that I said . No I had my girl friend drive me over . I was eating her pussy when you called she said but I like cock better than pussy.

The Pay Rise (14 April 2007)

He pulled into the station car park, just like he had done several times before. It was quiet, dark and the evenings rain limited visibility. He didn’t plan to stay long, just drop his PA off and then drive home.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early” Mark said, smiling at his 18 year old PA. They had been on yet another conference and he was looking forward to getting home. “Thanks for your hard work today, tell me, how are you finding the job?”

“Urrmm” she said hesitantly “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for some time now, I feel my pay doesn’t reflect my work.” She looked awkward at saying such a thing, he was her boss and she was a reasonably shy girl.

“I appreciate that but you have to understand that if I pay you more, I’ll have to justify it to my boss – and unless you can prove to me how…dedicated you are, then I guess my hands are tied.”

With that he undid his seat belt and reclined his chair. He began to unbutton his pants and before long had produced his old semi erect cock. Trisha squirmed in her seat, here she was in a car park with her middle-aged boss and he has his cock out. She blushed, not knowing where to look.

ATRAIN3 sucked dizzy told her (28 March 2007)

Funny, I didn't wake up thinking how it was now a week since
the beginning of the end. I didn't think that it had only been a day since
I'd found a new beginning.
I woke up thinking about the two warm globes of giving flesh
that my hard-on had found while I was coming up from the depths of
sleep. I had rolled up behind a sleeping woman and my cock was now
rigidly resting in the crack of her ass. I woke up thinking that I wanted
some.
All that other stuff began to flood into my brain as my head got
clearer, but the main thrust- no pun intended- was still getting my cock
inside something wet and warm. I pulled back and made my cock go
under her butt and run along the lips of her cunt.
There was moistness there- and warmth. I guess I was
expecting a rebuke, because I jumped when Judy stirred.
"Whoa, big fellow, don't run off after you wake me in such a
delicious way," she purred as her hips started a gentle motion that
worked me more firmly between the lips of her twat.
It was certainly different with Judy. As I felt her pussy blossom
and my dick get wetter, I bemoaned every moment I had spent with
women that forbade and every second delay it took me to find Judy. At
least she had been perfect so far. She would have to take a lot of giant
steps backwards to even lose the title of best ever.
With a remarkable co-ordination, she pinned my hardness and I
pivoted my cock into position. Then she moved and I moved and we
slid my cock around the corner and up into her juicy twat in one long,
smooth slide. I guess I couldn't get over that she wanted it as much as I
wanted to give it to her.
She moved her legs up so I could curl around her a little better
and we rocked at each other in a shared motion that churned my hard
cock in her humid twat like we were making butter for our morning
toast. It was the perfect waking up fuck, strong, but not strenuous, hard,
but not rapid. It was like stretching, only we were getting the kinks out
of the most enjoyable muscles.
What a goddamn shame. So many mornings waking up and
taking a shower. Oh sure, a couple of morning blow jobs in there, but
mostly very unsexy plodding to work. I felt that somehow I had wasted
my entire life up to this moment. Well, maybe up to the blow job at the
Shady Tree.

A Cop Too Far (26 March 2007)

Barbara remembered sitting in the Agency van with
her partner Carol Burk while waiting for the agreed
time to make the arrest of the drug kingpin, Nick
Botero. It had been a strange, sexually charged
conversation. The weird part began when Carol had
asked if she didn't sometimes tire of being tough and
domineering, especially with men? Particularly with
men since most criminals were male.

"Not really," she had said. "In fact I rather
enjoy exercising power over men. I comes in handy in
my sex life. I have Robert very well trained. I show
him some tit or wiggle my ass art him, and he is
incapable of saying no to anything I demand of him."
she laughed.

"That's just it. If your boyfriend does only
what you tell him to do, you already know you will
enjoy it. He can never take you to places you don't
already know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't you think it would be fun to be
submissive sometimes, let a powerful man run you sex
life, make you do things *he* wants you to do."

"Not my cup of tea, or yours either, I thought,"
Barbara said eyeing her partner strangely. Carol was
infamous as a heartbreaker. None of her boyfriends
lasted long and many were near suicidal when Carol --
inevitably -- tired of them and dumped them. But
while the torrid affair lasted, Carol could keep a man very happy. Still, now that Barbara thought about it,
Carol did seem more subdued lately. Most unlike
herself, she hadn't been bragging about her latest
conquest. Barbara and the other women working on the
Agency's secret project surmised that Carol was
finally in love, but no one knew anything about the
mystery man who seemed at last to have pulled the
reins in on the wanton Miss Carol Blake.

"Speaking of tea, have some more," Carol said.
refilling Barbara's cup from a thermos. "It'll soon
be time to go get Botero. To bad he's a narco
kingpin. Have you seen him? He's cute and built like
a bull. Sometimes when I have him staked out, I
wonder what it would be like to have him in me. I'll
bet he fucks good!"

ASSERTIVE big cock doesnt he Not even close (24 March 2007)

"Isn't she beautiful?" Melinda, my wife, whispered to me. The woman she was referring to, Kim, was over for dinner with her husband Bill. They were out in the backyard looking at the garden while we prepared dinner.

"I guess so," I replied, seeing this as a potential trap. "Her husband seems handsome too, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah. I bet he has a helluva body under those clothes."

I looked over at Melinda and wondered what had gotten into her. She never talked about men that way with me. She was staring out the window at our guests.

"Have you notice how Bill doesn't seem to have any thoughts of his own?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Melinda said, now looking at me.

"Well, it's just that he always looks to Kim anytime I ask him a question. It's like he needs her permission to say anything."

"I think you're imagining things. Bill is just being polite."

After dinner, my wife took the dishes in to the kitchen and began to clean up.

"Bill, why don't you go in and see if you can help Melinda," Kim said, looking at her husband. He immediately excused himself and went into the kitchen. "Derek, you should be in there helping too, you know," she said to me.

"I think she can handle it, besides she has Bill to help now." She just stared at me.

"You seem to have Bill on an awfully short leash. Maybe you should let him speak for himself once in a while," I said, allowing a little venom to creep into my voice. I figured that if she was going to give me a hard time about letting my wife do the dishes by herself, I was going to press her about her relationship with Bill.

"Bill does speak for himself. If you spent less time staring at my tits and more time listening and thinking, you might be a better observer," She replied calmly.

"I happen to be a *great* observer." It wasn't the most witty reply, but I was getting mad. What did she know?

"Oh really. Would you like to place a little wager on it?" She said with a little smirk on her face.

"I'm not interested in betting. I don't like games. Get to the point."

Kim got up and walked over behind me slowly. I didn't turn around. "You didn't notice Bill and Melinda looking at one another all through dinner, did you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You were to busy trying to impress me to be paying any attention to your wife. You stared at my tits the entire night."

"I still don't know what you're talking about," I said, knowing that I was lying. I *had* been staring at her chest all night.

ARTMERIT camera hands and she (22 March 2007)

I truly don't know if Rachel saw through my act. She

was so damned serious about art. I could tell by the

way she hung on every word of the professor. My own

interest in the arts was less genuine. It was just an

easy minor up to this point. The plan was that I would

graduate with a major in physical education, and a

minor in art, and never have to do a moment of real

work in either one.

So far, it had been an easy ride, but now that I was

in my last year, the students who filled the other

chairs in my art classes were different. They were like

Rachel, and totally bought into the culture of art

appreciation. I had to pretend a bit to fit in.

It didn't make it any easier that the professor,

Allan Weaver, was really into modern art. He would show

us slides of the most abstract crap, and praise it as

the best art of the twentieth century. The weirder the

better, it seemed.

" I want you to open your minds, and commit to

experimenting with various ways of communicating your

artistic vision, " he told us in the first class. Most

of our grade would be determined by a single project to

be displayed any time during the semester. " I

encourage you to consult with other pupils in this

class in your personal project, but you will be graded

individually on your own completed piece. "

That was the cue for the class to divide up into

little artistic cliques. I latched onto the group with

Rachel right away. There was something about her that I

found irresistible. I had passed some of my earlier

courses with a foray into erotic photography. If I

could convince Rachel to be my model, I was just sure I

could pass the course.

ARTIFACT thick clasp envelope Watching the driver (20 March 2007)

The one in her left hand showed a young woman of 26 lying
on a hospital bed. Her honey-blonde hair was damp with
sweat, and her face displayed both exhaustion and joy.
Joanne looked into that face, the face of her daughter
Maddie, and remembered the mixture well.

In her right hand was another photo, this one of a newborn
baby girl asleep in a plastic basinet. Tiny fingers curled
into a lazy fist, the skin on them loose and wrinkled, the
pink color mottled. A white stretch cap adorned with a
pink ribbon covered the baby's head. In the margin,
someone had written the vital statistics: Joanne Marie, 7
lbs 3 oz, July 27th.

Joanne sighed. The picture was almost two weeks old
already; the baby would look totally different today, she
knew. Little ones change so quickly. As she taped the
pictures to her makeshift dressing mirror, she caught a
glimpse of herself and realized that the big ones can
change a lot, too. In three months at the archeological
dig, the sun had bleached her hair enough that the gray
streaks had become the dominant color. Her skin had
darkened a few shades as well, and the crow's feet at each
eye seemed to have grown. Joanne, you're starting to look
like a grandma, she confided in herself. It was good that
she'd be going back home soon. Spending summers on a dig
had been exciting at 25, interesting at 35, and endurable
at 45, but at 58 Joanne was finding that her intellectual
curiosity tended to fade after a few weeks without a soft
bed, a private bathroom, or central air conditioning.

Or, she thought in annoyance as her door popped open, a
bedroom with a lock.

A bright young face poked through the doorway. "Lunch in
ten, Grannie," the intruder announced.

Joanne didn't even turn her head. "Okay, Nina," she
replied as the door closed again. Wincing at the usual
protests from her arthritic knees, Joanne rose from her
chair and headed for the communal dining room.

As dig facilities go, she mused, this one wasn't that bad.
An abandoned mission, graciously leased to the dig team by
the Mexican government, made a good home base. It was a
solid structure, at least, instead of a tent village like
many other digs. One wing of bedrooms had been turned into
an office, a darkroom for photographing objects recovered
from the dig, and what the team had taken to calling the
Bits Room -- a long room full of storage cabinets and
tables, where grad students had the tedious job of trying
to assemble bits of broken pottery and other artifacts into
recognizable pieces. The rest served as a small dormitory
to house the team who worked the dig. They took turns
cooking meals on the ancient gas stove in the kitchen and
ate them together so that everyone could help in the
cleaning up.

AWAKENING movie and wasnt watching His (18 March 2007)

ONE

My mind was in turmoil as I lay in the relative silence of the night.
Next to me, Karen snored softly and I could hear the cats romping in the
other room. The creak of a bedspring reached my ears - one of the children
turning over in their sleep, no doubt.

I can feel a wry grin creasing my face; here it is, two o'clock in the
morning and I can hear every little sound in the house. My half-smile
changes into a frown as I realize there's one certain set of sounds I can
hear, coming from the room next to mine.

Mixed feelings of elation - and guilt - flow through me. Not really a
bad feeling, as one might expect under the circumstances, but one which
leaves me wondering about my own sanity. Beside me, Karen turns over and
her hand brushes against my cock, giving it a squeeze. Normally, I'd be
rock hard in seconds; but tonight is so different!

Without a single command from my troubled mind, I begin to relive events
which had taken place only a few hours ago...

TWO

Strong yet soft hands knead the flesh of my ass. I can hear the labored
breathing of the other person with me, brought on by a combination of
exertion and excitement. Multiple sensations play against my senses: The
hands moving randomly over my body, touching and feeling every exposed inch
of skin. The ticklish feeling as strands of loose hair brush across my
stomach, sending my taut muscles into delightful spasms. The nearly
indescribable combined feelings of wetness, tightness, motion and friction
as lips, tongue, and mouth weave a pattern of pleasure along my rigid cock.

A sharp intake of breath from me as the tongue slides wetly across the
sensitive head of my cock and a low moan from the throat of the person who
sparked the feeling. My cock, having been under this delicious assault for
ten minutes or so, begins to grow longer and thicker, bringing a whimper of
anticipation from the one bringing me this somewhat obscene pleasure.

I can feel the passion building as my hips begin to thrust on their own.
I'm so close to losing it and I don't want this to end. At the same time,
something inside me is saying I shouldn't be doing this in the first place.
The emotional war rages on for a few more seconds until a more important
action demands all of my attention. My thrusts become more erratic,
creating a crazy rhythm which the luscious mouth surrounding me tries to
keep up with. Those strong, soft hands grip my ass tighter, attempting to
hold me in place, the fingers now kneading my flesh with greater urgency. A
single word escapes my lips: No. But, it's too late...

The first spasm rocks me and I can actually feel the first jet of sperm
fly from the tortured head of my cock. The second spasm is microseconds
behind the first and the mouth tightens its grip on me, sucking hard as my
seed slows from me. I can feel throat muscles at work as the one with me
swallows my copious load - and that simple action triggers one final,
mind-numbing spurt.

ASlutsStory (16 March 2007)

"I'll give the money back. Please don't call the police. I'm really sorry."

I was in conference with the big boss and she was so mad her face turned red.

It started earlier in the day when I was informed that I had to report to Miss

Hecate's office at 3 PM sharp. I'd never set foot in the inner sanctum and had

no idea what she wanted. When I saw the two paychecks laying on her desk, my

eyes filled with tears.

"Katie McN, you knew the computer overpaid you. Four thousand dollars is a lot

of money to steal from a company that's been so good to you. You're the youngest

Telecommunications Product Manager we've ever had and now you've gone and thrown

your career away."

Two weeks ago my paycheck had an extra two thousand in it. Same thing last week.

I had some unexpected expenses and was really short of funds so the windfall

looked like an opportunity to catch up. I was going to pay it back eventually,

but I really needed the money now to help pay my bills and so...

"I'm going to call the police, Katie. It's company policy. The amount raises the

crime to a felony so you'll be doing some jail time, no doubt. You're finished

professionally and all for this little bit of money. I just can't believe it."

"I was having money problems, Miss Hecate, and I thought I'd borrow the money

until I got back on my feet. I didn't think it was stealing."

Of course I knew it was theft and now I was caught. I was going to lose

everything I had and end up in jail for who knows how long.

"There may be a way out of this, Katie. The Board of Directors really wants that

Wheeler account you pitched three weeks ago. If you close it, I could say the

money was a bonus and no one would be the wiser."

ANTISLUT stretch your pussy will (Part 3) (10 March 2007)

After a brief crying session, I looked over to the clock, 6:50am. Then
I realized that it was Monday and that I needed to get to work.

I got up and walked to my dresser to get myself a pair of panties and
bra. When I opened the drawer, all I could see were the giant panties and
bras that Kim had bought for me. Having no choice I put them on. Then I
opened my closet and saw all the long dresses and unflattering blouses and
sweaters. In the corner was the skimpy micro skirt and bikini top she
left. I was definitely not going to wear those so I put on a gray dress and
a white blouse.

I looked in the mirror and saw a very unsexy girl looking back. There
was hardly any skin showing, no cleavage, no nothing. I looked like my
grandmother. The only good thing about it was that no one could see my
whip marks. In any case, this was all I had to wear so I finished getting
dressed and drove to work.

Outside of the pleasantly surprised looks on everyone's faces,
everything went pretty normal. I even heard several of the girls commenting "Well, it looks like the office tramp decided to dress more
professionally for a change." "Ya, its about time." "But don't you think
she's went a little over board?" "Ya, but at least now there's less to look
at!" This was followed by giggling.

I tried to avoid Kim. I just couldn't face her after what she had done.
But at around lunch time, when I was sitting with some co-workers at the
cafeteria, Kim sat at our table.

ANTISLUT stretch your pussy will (Part 2) (08 March 2007)

I couldn't sleep the whole night. I mean what woman could? Especially
when she was tied naked spread eagled on a bed with fresh welts all over
her body and a 12 inch dildo stuck in her pussy. Well thats exactly the
predicament that I was in. My good friend Kim had apparently drugged me
and forced me into this position, all because she apparently didn't like
the way I flirted at the office. Well like it or not, I had no choice but
to wait till morning to see what she had next in store for me.

Despite my discomfort, I had managed to eventually fall asleep. When I
finally awoke, light was coming through the window. As I made to yawn I
was quickly reminded of the gag that was still in my mouth. I looked over
to the clock on Kim's night stand and it read 2:00 pm. I couldn't believe
I had slept that long.

Since I had nothing else to do, I simply waited for Kim to come to my
room. After about half an hour she finally walked in with a very casual
look on her face. "Well its about time, I thought you were going to sleep
for ever. Now how about we see how last nights punishment is healing."

She walked up to the bed and pulled back the sheet to reveal my bandaged
body. I began to panic as she picked up a pillow and placed it over my
face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to suffocate you, I just want to see
your scars before you do." She then placed the pillow over my eyes and soon
I could feel her pealing off the bandage tape away from my breasts, then
she moved down to my belly, then to my inner thighs. When she was done she
announced "Hmmm, not bad, it should heal nicely."

As she began to remove the pillow, for the first time I could just how
much she had bruised me. My skin, my perfect, sexy skin was now cris
crossed with horrid angry red welts from my thighs to my once proud
breasts. It would be months before I could wear any revealing clothing
again.

ANTISLUT stretch your pussy will (Part 1) (06 March 2007)

Let me tell you, at 25, I've got it all down packed. From the short
skirts, to the revealing tops, to the ass swaying walk. I know how to
tease men to insanity and that's exactly what I do at the office. I love
the way I cause the men to salivate over my body, it seems so devilish.
Most of it is harmless fun. I never allow myself to get involved with
anyone at the office. My goal is to move up in the ranks without sleeping
around. But if you can have a little harmless fun, then why the heck not.

Most of the other girls at the office noticed my flaunting behavior and
have a real dislike for me, but Kim is different. She was warm to me from
the beginning and since we're the same age, have become good friends. So I
was very happy when towards the end of the day on Friday she approached my
desk.

"Hey Erica, how are you doing?"

"Kim I can't wait for the day to end, I'm exhausted."

"Don't worry, its almost over. Remember your coming over to my house
later for dinner."

ANDRIA swallow and come terms with (04 March 2007)

Andrea lay sprawled on the couch as though someone

had halfheartedly tossed her there. Auburn hair fell

in tangles that hid most of her face, though

what I could see was an expression thick and peaceful

with drunken sleep. I swayed a little, unsteady as I

gazed down at my big sister. The pearl buttons of her sweater

were halfway undone, allowing a peek at her smooth,

tan stomach. The skirt lay tossed loosely about her

lap. Her legs draped off the cushions, askew, and

lending further to the image of a rag doll thrown down

and abandonned.

It was a good thing mom and dad were out of town. I

smirked wryly at the irony of it all. What a good girl
Andrea was in their eyes. If they'd only been here

last night to see their prim eldest daughter and the

'teensy get-together' she'd been allowed to throw in

their absense. I'd barely recognized her, passing

drinks around, flirting wildly, draping herself in the

laps of male guests she barely knew.

I'd agreed not to tell on her so long as I could have

some friends over myself and my buds and I got our

share of the booze. Not a bad trade. But it was almost

two o'clock, and since it was just Thursday everybody

had school the next day and were long gone. I gently

took a seat on the couch beside her and took her

shoulder, shaking gently. I was thinking I'd help

her stumble back to her bedroom, but just a few more

attempts to wake her made me realize that she was out

cold and there was nothing I could do short of

carrying her upstairs myself.
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