One afternoon in 1983, a couple came into my office, a hefty
woman, around 45, and a young man around 26 or so. They sat down
and the conversation that was struck that day amazed me and left
me speechless. The woman sat down and the man stood behind her.
She introduced herself then introduced the man. She simply said,
“This is my houseboy and personal slave.” She snapped her
fingers and this young man knelt down beside her chair, never
saying a word. I was shocked. She explained that they lived a
different lifestyle from most people. She explained how her slave
had given his life to her service.

Now I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d read stories about this -
I was fascinated. “Well, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“We’re looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, my
slave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need a
doctor to perform the surgery.”

I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean a
doctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessary
surgery like that. However, she told me she understood it was
illegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explained
how she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to make
public her visit. She tried to make me understand how
significant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer his
manhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her select
circle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had very
personal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave me
her number and ask me to think about it and then to call her.
Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn’t get it
out of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come to
her home for supper.

I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the door
and directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young man
totally in the nude, making final preperations for the evening
meal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn’t
join us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. At
dinner, she explained that her slave had been her property for
five years. She worked and he took care of the house and was not
allowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was not
supposed to relieve himself without permission. That was where
her slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar after
cock collar, but he kept getting out of them. “There’s nothing
that pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays with
his ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the horniest
slave I’ve ever seen,” she said. She made it quite clear that
she was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated his
oath to her.

She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on her
plate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set the
plate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat them
like a dog. I sat there in total amazement.

“You know what he did last week?” she asked as I shook my
head. “I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that he
wouldn’t cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was using
his face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened to
brush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over my
foot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years he
hasn’t been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up my
mind I was going to get rid of him. There’s an old black woman
down in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some of
our parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthless
and undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood for
me. And I think that is the only way to control his urges for
self gratification. That’s why we called on you.”

We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. She
said that what she really wanted was not for me to do the
surgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do the
surgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it.
That wouldn’t be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmers
everyday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time about
the operation. “You know something?” she said. “I’m going to
miss his balls. You don’t know how much fun they are to torment.
I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when I
bend him over to put a whip to his backside, it’s exciting to
watch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me something
to try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls.”

“Yes,” I said, “I noticed that at dinner.”

“They’re so big and loose this time of year, it almost seems
a shame to remove them.”

“We don’t have to remove them if you’d rather not,” I said.
“There are alternatives.”

“I thought the only way to handle this was to remove his
balls.” she questioned.

“Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms of
castration. The most common is the type that farmers do. They
are trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bulls
except their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles.
Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can be
considered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that one
out. But the final way is the way that I think would fit your
purpose.”

With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talking
about. “You see,” I said, “what we do is basically remove the
penis. Not all of it; we’d have to leave a very small stub,
giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stub
will save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see,” I said
as I drew a jagged line across the drawing, “all we have to do is
make a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for you
to torment as much as you please.”

“You make it sound so simple,” she exclaimed.

“It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle.
Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problem
will be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden and
localize the area, the muscles will go limp.”

“Will he be awake for this?”

“Sure. Once he’s been deadened, he won’t feel a thing.”

She looked at me in amazement. “Will his voice change? You
know the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all.”

“No. Here’s the beauty of this type of operation. All the
male hormones are supplied by the testicles. We’re not removing
the testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highly
sensitive underside of the penis. I don’t know about you, but
I’ve never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis.
By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. The
cruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls.
He’ll still be horny, but there can never be release. He’ll be
hornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this is
permanent. It’s pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you can
do to a man.”

“Yeah,” she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. ” But it
sure is exciting to think about, ain’t it?”

I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that time
her slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both of
them. We started telling her slave about the surgery. We
described how it would be done and what the consequences would
be. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into his
mistress’s eyes and asked, “Isn’t there another way?”

She reached down and gently brushed his head. “I’m afraid
not, Tony. I’ve been patient with you for five years. You just
can’t control yourself. I want you to understand. I won’t make
you do anything. What I’m saying is that I need a slave I can
depend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you’ll
have to be fixed for your own good. If not, I’ll have to take
another slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if you
decide to go. You’re better looking, Tony, and even better hung,
but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, I
think I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don’t you think
so?”

He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he was
devastated to be involved in the conversation.

Looking at me she asked, “Where do you propose we make the
cut?”

Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded to
use Tony’s penis to illustrate where the final transection would
take place, when I marveled, “My what an enormous penis he has.
It must be at least 8″ long. It seems a sin to cut off so much
beautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love to
have this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add.”

“Yes,” she said, “too bad he has absolutely control over his
urges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking about
pleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but he
concentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And for
women who run in my circle, there’s no excuse for that. The
whole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexual
fulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses to
be denied. It’s time he accepts denial, or I have no place for
him in my domain. I’ve been patient long enough.”

She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustrate
where to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reaching
out, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ran
my finger across an invisible line just above his balls. “I’d say
we’d remove it right about here, leaving him a short little
stub.”

But before I could get another sentence out, Tony’s penis
spasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over my
fingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over the
floor.

“How disgusting,” I groaned, shaking cum from my hand.

The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and started
screaming at him. He was crying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she
screamed, “Lick this mess up! Lick it up!” Then he was on all
fours, licking sperm off the floor.

When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash my
sticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yelling
obscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smacking
his ass with it. All the while he sobbed, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t
help it!” But she kept landing that paddle on his butt!

“Doctor, it’s you who should be doing this,” she said,
offering me the paddle. “It was you hand that he defiled.”

Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red,
but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass as
hard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It’s a
perfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can’t even use him as my
stud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, when
he shoots and the looses his hard-on. He’s got to be fixed.
He’s disappointed me for the last time. I can’t even bring my
girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn’t make a mess
on one of them.”

“I don’t understand it,” I said. “All I did was simply touch
it!”

“That’s all it takes… what a tragedy. A beautiful cock
gone to hell. I can’t ride it; I can’t even torment it. What a
bunch of bullshit… You know, my sister has a slave that has
teriffic staying power. He’s in control of his balls and goes
for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn’t cheat,
either. He doesn’t sneak off and play with himself, either. He
turned his balls over to my sister and he’s happy to accept his
slave status… But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at the
drop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman must
have — complete control over his sex life. He’s got to be
fixed.”

Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. I
felt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So I
decided I’d help. We made arrangements to practice so that she
would be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks we
practiced the surgry. I’d arrive at her house. (I wasn’t about
to do this in my office.) I’d bring a thick sausage to practice
on. We’d take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. And
at the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausage
into two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed,
thinking about the real thing.

Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with all
the surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out front
and when I entered, there in the living room were six other women
that I had never seen.

“Well, I guess this is the night,” my hostess said, greeting
me at the door. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazed
at the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leather
with spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. They
apparently were fellow dominants invited to watch the
proceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid’s outfit,
walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray and
offered me a drink which I gladly took.

When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was a
totally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and two
ladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as a
footrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in his
face. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factness
about the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to was
exceedingly nice and friendly.

The only seat available in the room was on the couch. “Have
a seat, doctor,” the fat woman on the couch said, as she patted
the place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor.
And I sat down. “Don’t be shy. This slave is down there to be
used . Feel free,” the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, I
thought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet on
this man’s chest.

“Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony’s mother,” the hostess
said as she pointed to the fat lady on my left.

In shock I exclaimed, “Tony’s mother?”

“Yes, you see it was Tony’s mother who gave him to me five
years ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I just
can’t.”

“You see, doctor, Tony’s had an overactive penis since he was
a boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy,” his mother
said. “I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him to
another mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-like
way.”

“I’ve tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this,”
Tony’s mistress said in an apologetic way.

“Yes, it’s too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the only
answer. I couldn’t control him when I had him. What does the
good book say: ‘If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,’ or
something like that. I just hope it won’t hurt too much,” Tony’s
mother said.

“Once he’s deadened, he won’t feel a thing. Though the
needles hurt some, we can’t help that,” I assured her.

For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They had
hundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them.
But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time for
the thing to be done.

Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his hands
bound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X.
Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around his
thighs so he couldn’t move. The rest of the ladies took seats in
the chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn’t even
hesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sitting
down, forced the man in the maid’s outfit to bury his face
between her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy the
so-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying,
“That sounds like a good idea,” and she took the naked man who
for a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between her
legs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have a
good time.

As we prepared the equipment, Tony’s mother went up to her
son and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing her
concern.

“Mom,” he whispered, “they’re going to cut my penis off.”

“Yes, I know, dear. I’m sorry. But I think we both know
this is for the best,” she said, still stroking his face.

“Mom, I just can’t help it. It just errupts. I try! I
really try! I want to be good, but I can’t control it!” he
cried.

“I know,” she said. “My poor baby. Ever since you were a
boy, just eleven or twelve, you’ve wanted to be a slave.
Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was so
mad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. You
shot your load then and I hadn’t even touched you. It simply had
rubbed itself across my lap. You’ve always wanted this. I’d
find those domination magazines under your mattress. I told
myself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sons
to be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman an
excellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You were
always so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were.
Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live to
make some woman happy.”

“Mom, you’ll always be my favorite girl. But right now I’m
scared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life or
she won’t keep me. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t think
it’s fair. It’s too much. She’s being unreasonable,” he
pleaded.

“Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies I
know. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you’ve ever
wanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for my
boy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and her
domain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in that
relationship. When this thing is over you’ll both be happier.
Every time you give her an orgasm, you’ll both know it was done
unselfishly. You serving her for service’s sake. That’s
important to a mistress. You can’t serve two masters. You’ll
come to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve your
mistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that.
And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me and
say that you are the best slave she’s ever had. That would make
me proud.”

“I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be.
Remember when I started college. I though I’d knock your socks
off when I asked you to take me as your slave?”

She laughed, “Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sport
and said yes.”

“Shocked me, too,” he said. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I set
up for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron I
made you wear? I’d get a kick watching you do the housework
completely naked, except in that apron and your high heels,” she
laughed.

“I did a pretty good job, though.”

“Sure did. I always knew you’d be a good houseboy. I
especially liked the way you’d lick my toes then slowly blow on
them. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You used
to eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that,” she confessed. “But
dammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn’t
put a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I’d kept you,
I’d probably be doing the same thing. It’s got to be done.”

“I know, Mom. I guess that’s why I agreed to this,” he said.

“Tony,” she said, looking out at the women who were there to
watch, “these ladies are here to watch something special. What
your doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for his
loving mistress. In a way, I’m very proud of you.”

His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as the
whole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed at
the same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose.
Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best.

With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies.
Tony’s mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself.
All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormous
cock and balls.

“Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your loving
mistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your last
cum.” The ladies in the room chorused the chant, “One last
come… one last cum…”

Tony’s penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her hand
and gently stroked his cock. It wasn’t even ten seconds and his
balls shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head and
whispered, “Even now he can’t last longer than a few seconds.”
The room was full of electricity. The chorus “One last cum,” the
stroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his last
time.

Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls with
alcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyes
watched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of the
penis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle and
injected it again, only underneath where she had made the first
injection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn’t a
sausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deaden
enough to proceed.

Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above his
scrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as she
could. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowing
her to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made.
His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. She
took it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and let
it go, watching it swing freely.

Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base of
his penis. “Do you feel anything, slave?” she asked.

“No, nothing, Mistress.” he answered.

“Is there anything you’d like to say before the thing is
done?” she asked.

“Mistress, I would like to say that I understand.” With
courage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming with
excitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, “And
all you other ladies here, I want you to know that I’m giving my
mistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy.
As my mom told me, I’ve always wanted to be a slave, ever since I
was in junior high school. But I haven’t been a very good slave.
I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will make
me a good slave.”

“Tony,” his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes,
“I’ll bet after this you’ll be the best slave that any woman can
have. It’s a great sacrifice you’re making for me and today
you’ve made me very very proud.”

With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn’t a surgical
knife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. “It
adds excitement to it,” she said to me. And I guess that’s true.
I’ll bet there’s not a woman out there who has cut through one of
those thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn’t in her mind thought,
“what if this were what’s-his-name’s cock!” Besides, I had taken
the knife to the clinic and sterilized it.

Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of his
penis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in her
right hand and brought it within inches of his penis.

Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. all
eyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a face
in her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out of
her outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erect
nipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing her
pussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife and
from from her lips the words, “Doit, do it, doit,” could be
heard.

In fact, every woman except Tony’s mother was on the verge of
sexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid my
hand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn’t
help it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, “Do it,
do it, do it.”

And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis even
more, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came to
rest on that invisible line that lay ‘a cut above the rest.’ In
less than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, sliced
cleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize,
she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the ‘penis
of many troubles.’ It would cause no one trouble anymore.
The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literally
shook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen with
their unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in the
best orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But it
was more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Call
it sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and I
simply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. When
I came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so I
jumped up to help.

When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten but
in good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. I
administered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to the
bathroom to wash my hands.

Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies around
the table. Someone had washed Tony’s penis, and it lay on a
tray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it in
some fashion. There before them lay the ‘penis of many
troubles.’

Tony’s mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voice
as she said, “I wish I hadn’t had to do it.”

Tony’s mother gently took her by the arm. “Don’t blame
yourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves and
worships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave,
but his penis always stopped him. It won’t stop him anymore.”

“I know,” she said. “He had the most beautiful cock,” she
said, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. “I just wish
he could have controlled it.”

“What are you going to do with his penis?” one of the ladies
asked.

“I’ve got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as a
reminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, look
at it and remember. It will help remind us both of what was
sacrificed this day.”

I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fine
and the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniest
little stub. Tony’s problem was solved. There wasn’t enough for
him to accomplish an orgasm.

I haven’t seen them for years. However, that Christmas I
received a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. From
what Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things were
running smoothly at their home. Tony worte, “Thank you for all
you help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helped
me to understand that it is more blessed to give than to
receive.”

You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he take some
pictures of you. “No,” you told him, “I don’t think I could do that.
Looking is one thing, but taking my clothes off for a camera is something
else. I mean, what if someone saw them??”

“No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them myself, and we can
save them. That way, in 20-30 years, we’ll remember how good we looked, and
how much fun we had. I’ll tell you what: if you don’t want to, how about if
we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You know,
fashion photography. How about that?”

“Well, I guess that’d be ok,” you told him. Thinking to yourself, though,
“Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see how it goes. I’m sure
I could always quit.”

So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at your place next
Saturday. Well, today was Saturday, and you had gotten up early, fixed
yourself a good breakfast, (so your stomach wouldn’t be growling), and took
about 2 hours to do your hair and make-up. When he came in, he said you
looked great, but that the make-up had to be a bit heavier, so it would
show up better on film.

“Kinda make it look like a hooker’s make-up. I know it seems like too much,
but it really IS better for the camera. It tends to get washed out from the
flash, so you need more to make it show up.”

So you went walking back into the bathroom (still wearing just a towel),
and applied more pancake, rouge, eyeshadow, etc…

While in there, you called out to him, “What do I wear?”

“ANYTHING you want, baby,” he answered. “Where should I set up?”

You told him the empty living room would be good. You had taken all the
furniture out so you could put in the new carpet, but so far had only
gotten as far as removing the old carpet, so all you had now was a bare
wood floor.

As you put on more cosmetics, you heard him banging around, moving his
equipment. You wondered what was involved. You assumed he would just have
his 35mm and a flash. “Must be more to it than that,” you thought. You
guessed that since he had done some photography for “High Society” before,
that he knew what he was doing.

Having finished with the Mary Kay, you head into the bedroom, and pull out
a business suit. You pull on the blouse, and put on the crotchless panties,
hoping he won’t notice till later. You pull on your suntan pantyhose over
them, and put the purple skirt on. The high heels come next, and, checking
your hair one last time in the mirror, you head out into the large living
room.

You are surprised at the amount of equipment he has there.

“What IS all that stuff?” you ask.

He starts pointing things out, explaining what they are needed for. “Well,
that’s a tripod, used to hold the camera steady, so we can get very clear
pictures. Wouldn’t do too well to have you all made up, and have it come
out blurry, now would it? That big white panel is a reflector. I use it to
even out the lighting all the way around you. That’s so when the flash goes
off, you don’t look like you are in a spotlight. These two boxes with the
umbrellas on them are called ‘fill-in flash’ units. That’s an additional
way to add light, because with just the flash on the camera, no matter what
reflectors I had, you’d still be in a spotlight. We want as much a natural
look as we can manage. I don’t want it to look like a picture. I want it as
a captured moment of time.”

You smile at his drop into romanticism, and ask what the cable on the
camera is for. He told you that it’s a remote for setting off the camera,
to insure even further that the camera doesn’t move when he take the
picture.

“Ok,” you say, “NOW what do we do?”

“Well, first, we have some wine. This is needed to relax you. I can see you
are a bit nervous.”

“Well, I’ve never done any film work before. I don’t know what to do. I’m
afraid I’ll mess up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you, “you CAN’T mess up. I’m the one who
controls everything. Just relax and be yourself.”

“OK, but, do we REALLY have to drink this early in the day? I mean, it’s
only 10 am.”

“Yep, necessary. Believe me, it’s ok. It’s only 1 drink.”

He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a drink, in a long
stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and notice its chilled just right, and
actually tastes good for this early in the morning. You sit down, and look
around, intimidated by everything. You aren’t sure if you want to continue
with this.

He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time.

“Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax, it’ll be ok.
Think of it as fun, not something to be afraid of. Just like having your
school picture taken.”

“I HATED getting my school picture. They ALWAYS turned out terrible.”

“Not this time, love. This time it’ll be great. You’re so beautiful, I
could do this with a instamatic and make people think it was a Renoir.”

You smile at him, relaxing a bit. You are enjoying the attention he is
giving you.

“A Renoir? No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’d make a good Picasso?” You make a
funny face at him, sticking your tongue out.

He laughs, and leans forward to give you a kiss. You stop him, reminding
him of the lipstick.

“Hey, wait!” he says. “That’s perfect. Stay there.” And he turns the camera
around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs, and
hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He
takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so he can get
the ring of lipstick you have lip on the rim. Then he has you hold it up
almost to your lips, ready to take a drink.

The whole time, he is telling you how great you look, and how perfect the
pictures will be, especially since you are in them. You feel flattered and
amused that he would say so. “You’re just saying that.” you tell him,
hoping it’s not true. “No, I’m not. I really believe it. Really!”

After about 10 pictures of this, he asks if you would like to do more. You
say sure, since you are starting to enjoy it. He goes over to your stereo,
and turns on some hot, soft, romance music. Not sleepy classical, but
something with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not boring. He
has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with the glass close to your
mouth.

“Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it’s the most arousing thing you
have ever tasted.”

You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good and smooth. You
put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be alluring. You guess it worked,
because he says, “Don’t do that! I’m trying to take pictures here!” You
smile wickedly, and decide to try and turn him on. You guess the wine is
starting to work on you, since this is your third glass; you have been
sipping it in between shots.

So you tell him to set the stuff back up where it’s supposed to be, and you
go over in front of the camera. You remove the blazer you had put on, and
he notices you don’t have a bra on underneath your silk lavender blouse.
“Great,” he says. “Put the glass down, stare at the camera, and pull your
shoulders back. Now lift your chin, and put one foot out to the side. Hands
on your hips. Great!”

He takes a series of pictures, you trying to be the sexy business woman
boss type. It seems to be working, because as you watch him take the
pictures, you notice he’s getting a hard on. You are about ready to spring
a surprise on him, when he announces, “I’m out of film. Hold on.”

Damn! You go back and get the glass, filling it up. Standing in front of
the camera, you wait, sipping at your Cabernet Souvignon. He reloads the
35, and gets back behind the lens. He says, “OK, ok, let’s go.” Seems to be
in a rush, does he? Ok, let him try this…..

You lean back, hold the glass high over your head, and tilt your head back.
He’s snapping like crazy, because your tits are tight against your blouse.
Then, without warning, you tilt the glass and let the wine run down your
chest, over your stomach, and down to the floor. He is snapping furiously.
Good thing he’s got that auto-winder on there! The wine is cold, and makes
your nipples tighten, and stand out even farther against your blouse. He
has you turn towards him, and do the same thing again. The blouse is now
see through, just adding a hint of color to your skin. Your large breasts
are looking good through it, and you feel excited. He says it’s perfect.
Just what he was looking for. So sexy, yet not dirty. Kind of like a wet
t-shirt contest, he says. So you continue….

You start to unbutton your blouse, and get down to your cleavage before you
stop. You lean forward, pushing your tits at the camera, and holding the
blouse open to show your breasts. It looks good against the see-through
which is all around it.

He just lets you do what you want, snapping pix at a rapid pace. You start
to undo the skirt, unwrapping it from around you, and letting it fall to
the floor. He almost faints when he sees the garter belt and crotchless
undies you have on. When he runs out of film again, it only takes him about
6 seconds to change rolls, and he is off again.

You decide to get very bold, and grab the front of your blouse, right at
your nipples. While he is snapping, you rip the blouse off you, letting
your tits swing free. You throw the blouse to the ground, and turn sideways
to show him your profile.

He pushes a stool over to you, and you sit on it. It’s kind of like a bar
stool, with the legs connected by bars. You sit on it, and press your knees
together. He throws you a towel, and you dry off. You put your hands on
your knees, and hold your tits together with your upper arms. He has you
straighten your back, and hold your head up, so you make a type of
triangle. “It looks so good, angel. I love it!” Your nipples are standing
up still, not from the cold anymore, but from the heat. You find that all
this is turning you on. You imagine yourself as a model for Playboy, and
that soon you’ll be Hef’s woman.

Your lover tells you to wake up, and move around. Who the hell is he to
interrupt your fantasy? So you put those heels on the floor, stand up, and
turn around, showing him your ass, covered by the black lace of the
panties. You pull it together, against the middle of you ass, showing off
your cheeks. That flash is going like a strobe light! You put your fingers
in the band of the garter belt, and bend over, sliding them down your long
legs, pointing your ass at him. You turn around, and kick off your shoes.
Now all you have on are the panties.

You stop, and notice he is rubbing his cock through his pants. “Excited?”
you ask him. “You know it, babe!”

You sit down on the stool again, and put you feet on the cross bars. You
slowly spread your knees apart, showing him the opening in the underwear.
Your legs get wider and wider, till it’s like you have nothing on at all.
Your pussy is wide open, and you can see him zooming the lens in on it,
pressing that cable release. He finally says he has to let himself out, and
wants to take his pants off.

“No. If you want to do that, YOU get in front of the camera.”

He hesitates. “No, I’ve always been the taker, not the takee.”

“Oh well,” you tell him. “Guess I’ll just get dressed then.” You start to
pick up your clothes.

He practically flies out from behind the camera. You giggle, and run back
behind it. He explains that all you have to do is get what you want in the
middle of the frame, and squeeze the cable. You tell him you think you can
handle that, and he takes no time in removing his pants, revealing his
tight bikini-type black underwear. His cock looks so huge in that tiny
thing! You almost forget to take pictures, but then you remember, and start
looking through the view finder. You get his whole body in view, and take
pix as he removes his shirt, shoes, and socks. Now he is dressed just like
you. (Except, of course, his underwear isn’t crotchless.) You tell him you
want to see his cock, but only if he does it nicely.

He has a nice body, and he turns around and around, acting like a male
stripper, dancing for the camera. He moves closer, and shakes his package
into the lens. You can see his balls bouncing through the material. He
backs up, and shows his ass to you. He, too, pulls the material between his
cheeks, and wiggles his ass at you. You find your free hand between your
legs, rubbing your clit. What a hot ass he has.

He drops his shorts, and turns around very fast, surprising you with the
length and stiffness of his cock. GOD, it looks inviting. But you want more
pictures of it, so you keep snapping. But it won’t take anymore. “Damn,” he
says. “Out of film again.” He rushes over, and changes the camera for a
camcorder. Mounting it on the tripod, he tells you, “I can make still
pictures from this. It runs for two hours, so don’t worry about missing
anything.”

Then he goes back to the chair, sits down, points his cock at you, and
pours a new glass of wine over it. You can’t resist. You love the taste of
cock, and the taste of red wine, especially this kind. You leave the
camera, and run over to the chair. He turns sideways, and you get on your
knees, taking it in your mouth. God, the taste of it is enough to drive you
crazy. The saltiness of his sweat, and the sweetness of the wine is almost
too much. You reach your hand back down between your legs, and furiously
pump your pussy. You stick two fingers into it, and are surprised at how
slick it is, then you remember you had poured wine on yourself, and some
had probably gotten inside. So you remove his cock from your mouth, and lie
down, legs spread towards him. He immediately kicks the chair out of the
way, and drops onto his stomach, putting his face between your legs. He
groans as his hard cock hits the wood floor, and you start to laugh.

“Verry funny. VERRRRY funny. I think I broke my cock!”

You tell him to turn around, that you’ll kiss it and make it better. He
does, and you take the glass that is still sitting there, and dip his cock
into it. There was just enough left to get the whole thing coated.

Then you put his legs on either side of your head, and put your hands on
his hips. He lets you control him, and you pull him down onto you, letting
his cock slide deeply inside your throat. His balls tickle your chin, and
you swallow, letting your throat muscles close around his shaft. He moans,
and drives his tongue into your pussy. You almost gag at the feeling he has
just given you. You pull your thighs close around his head, and hold him
there. He starts flicking his tongue up and down in your slit, making you
wetter, and licking off the stickiness of the combination of the wine and
your juices.

As you suck his cock, you feel it building in pressure in his balls. He
licks you faster and faster, across your clit, through your lips, and
across your asshole, teasing it just slightly. He holds your lips apart
with his hot fingers, and stabs your cunt with his tongue. He snakes it
around inside your nether hole, making you wetter by the second. The soft
bottom of his tongue rubs across your clit the whole time, making you jump
from time to time from the electricity his touch gives you. You feel
yourself starting you cum, and you pull his hips down, stuffing his massive
cock all the way down your throat, sucking as hard as you can. He pushes a
finger into your ass, and you cum, squeezing his head, and using your hands
to jam him farther into your pussy. He starts to cum, and you can feel it
burst in your throat, filling you up with the heat. You can’t hold it all,
and it starts to run out your mouth. Licking and sucking, you pull it out
as fast as you can, letting it spray your face. He turns around, after
going limp, and licks it off your face, then kisses you. Then he gets up,
points to the camera, and says, “We got it all on tape!!”

We ran a courtesy car to the airport every hour and
occasionally when we had more than a full load, either the
building manager or myself would run out to pick up the
overflow in our personal cars. On the night I will tell you
about, I was ready to leave to go to a night baseball game at
Sox park with my manager when I got the call from our driver
that there was one stewardess at American Airlines he couldn’t
pick up.

I hopped in my car and picked up Sally R., a very attractive
freckle faced redhead. I wouldn’t call her beautiful, but she
was cute as hell; average height, 5′-4 or 5″, great legs,
lovely ass, and a stunning chest. Not huge, but you certainly
couldn’t miss noticing the curving bulge of her uniform
jacket.

We had kidded around before and said hello when we met and I
had often wondered if there was anything more there. I
suggested to her that maybe she would like to go out for a few
drinks and maybe dinner and she thought that would be nice. I
dropped her off at her apartment and told her I had to make a
couple of phone calls but would be waiting for her in the
office of the building.

My wife already knew I was going to the ball game, so I called
the manager and told him to take his kid to the game instead
of me, and left the tickets on his desk. Then I called a
nearby restaurant where I knew the owner and asked him to hold
a table in the dark section of the room. This was a great
sneak joint and he was always getting requests to turn down
the lights. You could hardly see your hand in front of your
face in the back room. He said he would reserve the back
alcove for me and wished me luck; I had been there before, you
see.

About 20 minutes later, Sally rang the office buzzer and I
went up to meet her. She had changed from uniform into a
white silk blouse which displayed her beautiful breasts to
great advantage, a short skirt, dark nylons, and black patent
high heels. She looked good enough to eat and I was hoping to
do just that after dinner.

When we got to the restaurant, I ordered scotch and soda and
she asked for a double vodka on the rocks. We chatted about
this and that and then she asked if she could have another
drink. She had really poured that vodka down and when the
waitress came back, Sally told her to bring two doubles to
save herself the extra footsteps. I had been sipping my scotch
and wasn’t ready for another one yet.

Anyway, she inhaled those two and got two more. Could that gal
drink? By the time she finished the first five doubles, she
was pretty well smashed. She looked at me bleary-eyed and
said:

“Why did you ask me out tonight? If you just want to get
laid, say so. Do you think I’m just another piece of ass?
Are you just looking to carve another notch on your cock?”

I was speechless! Sure, I wanted to get into her pants but I
didn’t know quite how to answer her.

“Sally,” I said, “I think you’re a lovely girl…”

She cut me off and said angrily, “Bullshit. First, I’m not a
girl, I’m a woman with a 9 year old kid back in California
living with my mother.”

That put me on the floor again. She had a chip on her
shoulder a mile wide and I couldn’t figure out why she was
challenging me.

“Look,” I said, “We seem to be getting off to a bad start and
I certainly don’t want to fight with you, so if you want,
we’ll skip dinner and I’ll take you home.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she said “I’m sorry I taking
this out on you, but I am so fucking sick being just another
piece of meat to all the men who fly with me that sometimes I
take it out on the wrong person.

“But you’re right, I’ve had too much to drink and if I eat
anything, I might barf it all up, so if you don’t mind, I
would like to go home now.” By this time, the tears were
rolling down her cheeks and her mascara and makeup was a mess.

She looked like a little girl who had been playing makeup with
her mother’s cosmetics. When we got in the car, she snuggled
up to me, put her head on my chest and started to cry in
earnest. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I put my arm
around her, pattter her on the shoulder, and said something
stupid like: “Don’t cry, babe, everything will work out OK.”
This started her crying even harder so I just drove her home
without saying anything more and took her up to her apartment.

I had a pass key and let her in. I asked her if she wanted me
to leave but she said I should stay and she would make some
coffee.

“I desperately need some coffee, don’t you think?”she asked
and put the pot on to brew. “I’ll go clean up a bit and I’ll
be right back.”

I glanced around the room. The place was a mess. Stockings,
pantihose, clothes were strewn everywhere. I could see into
the kitchen where dirty dishes were piled high in the sink.
Sally came out of the bathroom in a few minutes and I was
disappointed to see she had changed into a full length
dressing gown and pink fuzzy slippers.

She had scrubbed her face clean of the smeared mascara and
looked about 13 years old, with her pug nose, dimpled freckled
cheeks, and great green eyes that were tinged with red from
the vodka and tears.

I stood up and she came over to me. She stood on her tiptoes
and brushed her lips across mine.

“I really owe you you an apology for the way I acted at the
restaurant,” she said. “Let me get the coffee and I’ll be
right back.”

“Maybe I should go and we’ll talk some other time.”

“No, please stay,” she said. I really don’t want to be alone
right now. Please?”

I sat back down and she brought out two cups of coffee and put
them down on the table in front of the sofa.

“If I don’t know anything else, I know how to serve coffee,”
she said, giggling. We sipped the hot brew for a few minutes
without saying anything. Then she leaned into me.

“You’re nice,” she said. “Most of the assholes I go out with
would probably have belted me if I talked like that to them,
because they know it’s true. They don’t respect me for a
person; to them I’m just a lay. And most of them are pretty
sad fuckers, too. I don’t think I have an orgasm more than
once out of every 10 or 12 fucks.”

I could feel my cheeks burning; I was blushing like a
12-year-old just caught jerking off.

“Sally, you’re not like that at all and I don’t think of you
like that, either. I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself
that way.”

“Why?” she asked, “don’t you like me? Don’t you want to go to
bed with me? Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I’m only human, Sally, and you are a lovely young woman.
Sure, I want to go to bed with you but I don’t if I could do
anything under these conditions.”

I had never experienced anything quite like this before and I
wasn’t sure how to cope with her. Was she inviting me to go
to bed with her or just telling me to go to hell? I
discovered intent when she took my hand and led me into the
bedroom, then turned to face me and kissed me fiercely,
snaking her tongue into my mouth.

She started unbuttoning my shirt. Her body was lightly
perfumed with a very erotic scent that I couldn’t identify at
the time, but later found out it was a very expensive French
perfume, Bal ‘a Versailles. With her hair piled on top of her
head and her freshly scrubbed face, she looked demure,
spotless, virginal. Suddenly I thought I wouldn’t be able to
manage an erection.

After she unbuttoned my shirt, I finished undresing myself and
lay down on the bed next to her. I kissed her passionately
but still my penis failed to stir. I felt sure that I
couldn’t get it up and mumbled, “I don’t know what’s wrong.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”

Here I was in bed with a good looking young airline stewardess
who was begging to get laid and my perverse pecker refused to
cooperate.

She sat up. “Don’t worry,” she said matter-of-factly, “It
happens all the time. Let me take care of it.” She knelt
over me. I could see the curve of her back and her round firm
ass; her breasts dangled and touched my thighs setting off
sparks in my groin but still my cock slumbered on.

Sally settled her mouth over my flaccid penis but it didn’t do
any good. She pulled on it with her mouth, over and over, but
still nothing happened. I closed my eyes and felt like a
total fool, and then I felt her tongue. It was like a jolt of
electricity!

Her tongue moved in machine-gun bursts, flicking, darting,
jabbing, circling, fluttering. After a dumfounded moment,m I
felt myself stiffen. There was a strange, abstract quality
about it, as if my cock was not mine anymore but belonged to
her. It had never seemed so big and powerful. I felt as
though a tree had taken root in my crotch as my prick began to
throb.

I reached down for her and drew her up to me and got on top of
her. I started to enter her pussy as gently as I could, but
she was very open and wet, and I slid in easily. It was like
she was gulping me in, swallowing me whole; later I learned
that she used a lubricating cream. At first I went in and out
of her slowly, trying to maintain control by pumping in long,
steady strokes. She came up to me, held me, and then fell
back.

Each time she arched up with greater intensity before falling
back. I could feel her muscles tighten, her stomach, hops,
and thighs straining against me. Her nipples seemed to be
boring holes in my chest. She moaned slightly and pressed
harder, holding it longer. Her breath expelled in anguished
gasps and I started to lose control.

All at once she placed her hands on my shoulder and pushed me
aside. “Eat me,” she said. “I can’t get off unless you eat
me first. After that, it’s all right. I don’t know why but I
can’t make it unless you suck my cunt first.”

I really didn’t like to go down on women. Once, when I had
drunkenly gone down on my wife, I found the oder offensive,
the taste rancid, and I had been relieved when she pushed me
away, even though I sensed she really liked it, that if I
tried again, she would not have stopped me a second time.

To my astonishment, I found the smell of Sally mysteriously
delicicious and I wondered what her secret was. I actually
enjoyed the taste of her. When I probed her with my tongue,
she shifter her position on the bed slightly, then adjusted
herself again.

“OOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhh, that’s it,” she said. That’s the spot
right there. Lick me right there, right on my clit.” She
rotated her ass in tight little circles. She started to rise
up against me as she before, but less desperately, more
purposefully and rhythmically.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Oh, my god, that’s so good, Lover.
Do it…Do It…DO IT!!” While she was talking to me, I
couldn’t help thinking that was really talking to herself, and
in her excitement, my own excitement mounted. Stretched out
between her legs, I felt myself stiffen harder than I had ever
been in my life. I was beyond hope, beyond control, beyond
caring about anything in the world other than her cunt and my
cock.

“Oh, sweet jesus!” she cried. “Oh, do it, lover, do it, do
it, do it to me.” I tongued her harder and faster, running my
tongue around her blood engorged lower lips before once again
attacking her clit.

“Yes, oh yes, oh yes yes yes yes yes,” she moaned. “Now,
right NOW! Oh, oh, oh, oh, my god. Oh, lover, oh god, make
me come, oh, I’m coming, coming, commmmmmmmmmmmmmmming…!
She came up against me in one last, prolonged effort and
shuddered. She shuddered again and then she screamed, tossing
her head wildly to and fro. I couldn’t help myself either and
I came too all over the sheet. I could feel the warm fluids
on my belly.

Sally thrashed about momentarily before she fell back limply,
with my resting against the inside of her smooth thigh. I
moved up next to her to take her in my arms and she ran her
hand down toward my crotch.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I got a little excited there myself. I
need a couple of minutes.” She propper herself up on an
elbow. “Tha’s all right,” her speech was slightly slurred.
“I can wait.” Her hair had tumbled down over her eyes and she
shook it back, causing her breasts to rise and fall, pinning
my eyes to them. She had a crooked grin on her face and her
eyes had a faraway, unfocused, glazed look.

She rolled away from me and took some folded tinfoil from a
table by the bed and unwrapped it. There were half a dozen
marijuana cigarettes in the foil package. She lit one,
inhaled deeply and passed it to me. I had tried a few puffs
once before without much effect.

This time, I followed her lead and sucked the smoke in deeply,
holding it in my lungs as long as I could. We passed the
joint back and forth for about five minutes, but I didn’t feel
a thing.

Then it hit me. At first I felt slightly dizzy and then I
began to feel as though I was floating just off the bed. I
was still caught up in this marvelous sensation of free flight
when she bent over me and took me in her mouth again, her
tongue working furiously. When I plugged into her this time,
I wasn’t concerned about coming too fast.

She matched my movements, arching higher against me until she
began to writhe and then she shuddered and screamed once more.
I could feel her fingernails raking my back.

Sally dropped back in apparent exhaustion. After a
moment she opened her eyes. Her pupiles were dilated and she
had an unfocused look as though she was squinting to see
someing better. She had the same crooked grin. “Oh, keerist,
baby,” she said. “I’m so damn hot. I’m so damn fucking hot.

I remained rigid and started to move in her again. “No,” she
said. “Fuck me in the ass.”

My jaw dropped. “Where?”

“My ass. Fuck me in my ass.”

All night long I had been trying without success to achieve
some measure of control over her. Now it looked as though my
efforts were doomed to failure.

“Can you come that way?” I asked lamely. The truth of the
matter was that I had never done it before.

“Yes,” she said. “Hurry, I’m so hot, so hot…”

She twisted away from me and crouched at the end of the bed on
knees, her ass in the air and her face pressed sideways on a
pillow. I stood behind her on the floor with my knees against
the bed.

Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it
along the crack of her ass. Her bottom was unbelievably wet
and slippery. Just the touch of it excited me tremendously.
She guided me to the rosebud of her anus, and the head of my
cock was partly in. I started to shove foreward and she
cried, “Easy! Take it easy!”

She moved slowly against me so that more of my prick went into
her, how much I couldn’t really tell because of all the
wetness and the unreality of it all. Sweat was running down
all parts of my body. She rocked back and against me and I
was into her even further.

As I rocked back, I could feel her sphincter muscle
contracting. One of her hands was at her clitoris, massaging
it frantically. She groaned and grunted and whispered, “Oh,
lover, Jesus lover,” and she yelled, “Give it to me, give me
all of it, more, More, MORE, MORE, MORE!!!”

I thrust into her with my hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass
and she moaned in pain but did not stop. I was drenched with
sweat. I had never been more inflamed in my entire life.
Suddenly, I exploded in her! My breath blew out in a whoosh,
like I had been holding it in all day.

Sally did not let me go, actually clamped her muscle tight to
hold me in her, really forcing my cock to stay semi-erect as
she continued to grind against me, rubbing herself at the same
time until at last her entire body convulsed violently and
there was a final piercing scream the filled the room. Then
she slumped forward, face down, on the bed.

I remained where I was, looking at her trim body. I had never
had a sexual experience in my life to compare with this.
Sweat was still pouring out all over me and my legs shook.
The room was silent as a tomb. I asked her if she was all
right but she did not respond.

I withdrew my aching penis from her ass and stumbled into the
bathroom. The bathroom was crammed with lotions and oils and
creams and shampoos and conditioners and assorted cosmetic
paraphernalia. In contrast with the disarray of the rest of
the apartment, everything was neatly arranged, precisely
marked.

I washed up up, and when I returned to the bedroom, I found
Sally curled up in the bed asleep with her mouth slightly
open. She was clutching a small rust-colored teddy bear. She
was still stark naked and I couldn’t help admiring shapely
body. I shut the door quietly and let myself out.

I called Sally late the next morning and she answered in her
breathless, husky, and very sexy voice. She made no reference
to our evening together, nor did she seem to exhibit any sign
of even knowing who I was.

“Oh, hi,” she had said in a neutral tone, and for an eerie
moment I thought I would have to identify myself beyond my
name by saying someing like “I’m the guy who fucked you in the
ass last night.”

I asked her when I could see her again and she suggested an
afternoon three days later. “I’ll be flying until then and my
roommate will be home. She wants to meet you and I’m sure
you’ll like her.”

When I hung up, I thought about what she had said. If her
roommate was anything like Sally, this would be the beginning
of a very interesting friendship.

I’ve worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had
fantasies about her from the start. I feel an attraction to her
every time that I see her.

I’d noticed her looking at me at times when we’ve worked together
but neither one of us have voiced anything. She knows that I’m
married and I’ve been too frightened to say anything since I know
that not only is she married, but I could be very wrong about the
way that I’ve interpreted her looks.

There have been many times though that I have longed to kiss the
back of her neck as she leaned forward while we worked at the
computer. She has very sensuous shoulders and neck.

Anna’s husband is on the road most of the time trying to land more
capital investors for his company. Anna hints at her loneliness at
these times, and we often work late on the days when her husband
is out of town.

My wife was in New York on a business trip and Anna’s husband was
out as usual. It was in early evening and I was totally lost in
gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was
staring at me over her shoulder. She had just asked me a question
three times without a response. She noticed me turning red with
embarassment and started to turn red also as she realized what I had
been daydreaming about.

I apologized and stood up to leave as she turned toward me to say
something. She froze staring at my crotch where my hard on was
showing. My whole body felt on fire as I looked down at her, her
red lips were glistening in the light and her eyes seemed to be
deep blue pools. I moaned another apology and started to leave
when she reached forward to feel my cock.

She quickly undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. One half of
my mind was saying that I should get out now, and the other half
said to grab the back of her head. My hands reacted before my
feet and I pulled her head toward my cock. Anna opened her mouth
to lick the head of my cock sticking above the waist of my shorts.
I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside
of the crown of my dick while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls
through the material.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Anna slid my
shorts down. She closed her mouth around my cock and gently started
to suck as her head bobbed forward. I still couldn’t believe that
this was happening but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands
over her shoulders that I so admired. I reached below her chin to start
undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her.
She shrugged out of her sleeves causing her breasts to bounce teasingly
within her bra. Her tanned shoulders and tits were a stark contrast
against the whiteness of her bra.

Anna pushed me back into my chair as she knelt, never taking her mouth
off my cock. She took off her bra so that the upper half of her body
was nude. I was enthralled by this tanned beauty kneeling between my
legs and I noticed that she didn’t have any tan lines.

Anna stopped sucking and slid her tongue up my stomach as she crawled
forward. She teased my cock with her nipples, running the nipples up
the length of my cock. She licked my nipples then slid back down so
that my cock was between her tits. She pushed them together and
started to jack me off with her golden tits as she tongued my torso.

When she could feel me getting ready to cum, she quickly slid down
to take me back into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot that I could
not hold back and started to shoot into her sucking mouth as my
hands pinned her head to my crotch.

She leaned back after her performance her tits bounced and were
glistening with my pre-cum. I picked her up by the waist and put her
back in her chair while I started to lick her clean. I started at her
belly button, licking upwards until her breasts were clean. Her
hands locked behind my head when I sucked and teased her nipples.

I pulled up to her mouth and we kissed for the first time. I could
taste myself on her tongue and started to get hard again.

I slid back down her body while I pushed her dress past her hips.
I started to kiss her mound as she raised her hips to allow the dress
and her pantyhose to slide to the ground. She parted her long
legs and placed her heels on my back pulling me toward her pussy.

I tongued the inside of her thighs, running the tip close to the goal
but stopping short and repeating the motion on her other thigh while
my fingers were caressing her ass, stomach, and the backs of her legs.

She leaned forward to grab my hair, causing her breasts to push forward
in an awesome fashion. I had little choice but to start kissing her
pussy. I would lightly run my tongue along her lips up to her clit
causing her to moan and try to pin my head. I kept this up until
her legs started to shake. I then separated her lips with my fingers
and dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy. She cried out as she
thrust upward trying to fuck my tongue. I held on to her ass as
her body slid forward on the chair. Anna had her knees spread wide and
up to her chest as her hands held my hair. I started to fuck her with
my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could as my nose ran into her
clit. Anna was starting to moan loudly, her head was thrown back as
she tried to shove her hips to me. I slid my tongue down and licked
her anus getting a loud shriek and I repeated my motion, shoving it
up past her ring. I moved back up to her clit and back down to her
ass as she was crying out. Anna grabbed the back of her knees pulling
them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her
impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue
she came.

I continued running my tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved down
to start fucking her ass with my tongue. Anna immediately spasmed into
another orgasm, her ass was squeezing my tongue with the contractions.

Anna sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down
my chest until she engulfed my cock. She started licking around my
mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself. She started
fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught
up in her wildness. All I could think of was the lushness of her
body moving around me. Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and
I laid her onto her back as I continued to fuck her. I was driving
into her with complete abandon when I felt her start to cum again.

Anna grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her as she lifted
her head to suck on my nipples. I started fucking her harder as I
could feel my balls contract. I was moaning loudly as she whimpered
against my chest. I looked down to see those beautiful shoulders
below me and her tits jiggling as her mouth moved to my other nipple
and I burst deep into her with a yell. Anna’s pussy just kept
contracting around my cock as she came with me.

We collapsed to the floor, and we kissed lovingly while we tried to
catch our breath. I raised myself up on to one elbow as I continued
caressing her. Anna’s beauty seemed to glow.

As we got dressed, I asked Anna about her lack of tan lines. She
smiled and said that I would just have to find out some time.

The next morning I called her apartment on some business pretext and
she asked me if we could work at her place that day. I felt a tug
in my groin as I agreed.

I was pretty breathless when I knocked on her door, wondering if I
would get an encore performance. Anna opened the door and let me
in. She was wearing a string bikini and had her hair done up in a long
single braid. I followed her out to her patio getting hard as I looked
at her gorgeous ass rocking before me.

Anna sat down on a blanket in the sun and took her bikini off. I
gasped at her breasts shining in the sunlight as she applied oil
to them, fondling her nipples until they hardened. She then applied
oil to her stomach and ran her fingers through her pubic hair as parted
her legs. I could see her pink as her fingers massaged her pussy.
Anna smiled at me and said that I looked over-dressed. I stripped and
knelt down next to her.

Anna rolled on to her stomach and asked if I would oil her back. I
massaged the oil into her shoulders as I nibbled at her earlobes and
kissed the nape of her neck. I oiled down her back until I got to her
ass. I moved down to her feet, massaging them carefully, then sucking
on each of her toes. Anna started to squirm at this attention and slid
one of her hands to her pussy, playing with her clit with her thumb while
she pushed two fingers into herself. I started oiling up her legs,
kneeling between them, mesmerized by her plunging fingers. Anna’s
knees slid farther out as her butt lifted into the air as she got more
excited. Her ass was open to me and I started to massage oil into her
asscheeks as I bent down to tongue her pussy around her fingers. I slid
my tongue up the crack of her ass and pushed it into her anus. Anna
cried out, thrusting her ass at my face, trying to get more penetration.
I pulled back and put some oil into her hole, pushing my finger into
her ass. Anna’s was masturbating faster now and her face was flushed
as she bit her lower lip and moaned. I got two fingers into her ass
as I tried to steady her slick body. I got so excited with the sight,
sound, and scent of her, glistening in the sunlight that I got up on
my knees and put my turgid cock at the opening of her asshole. I nudged
in carefully to see what response I would get. Anna groaned and pushed
back with her shining ass and the head of my cock was engulfed in her
heat. Damn she was so tight but the oil let me slide in easily.

I started to slowly pump into her butt as she continued fucking herself
with her fingers. She came with a loud cry while she kept squeezing
her ass around my cock, trying to milk me. I grabbed her braid and
pulled her up to her knees as I started to fuck her ass a little quicker.
I was in heaven, her golden body beneath me, my cock between her nether
cheeks. I couldn’t believe the sight and started to hammer into her ass
causing her cheeks to jiggle with the impact and her breasts to dance
back and forth. Anna braced herself on her elbows as she pushed back
toward me, meeting my thrusts. Her mouth was open as she gasped for
air, tits swinging rhythmically, as she approached another orgasm.

Anna’s body started to spasm sending electricity through my balls. I
gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her, my
hips slapping into her ass as I came, shooting deep into her ass as
she cried out in another orgasm. Anna’s arms collapsed and I kept
pumping into her as her tits spread to the sides of her chest.

I collapsed onto her back and slid my hands under her to squeeze her
tits as I nipped the nape of her neck. Anna rolled back so that we
were on our sides. She craned her neck so that we could kiss as I
continued playing with her nipples. My cock was still in her ass and
Anna was squeezing me, trying to keep me hard. She bent forward so
that she could reach my balls and started massaging them. I kept on
moving in her and felt myself start to get hard again. I couldn’t
believe the treatment I was receiving. I concentrated and felt my
cock start to spread her ass again. I continued rocking her as she
massaged my balls. As I got more excited, I roughly pushed her back
on to her face and started to fuck as hard as I could. She felt so
hot and tight as I slammed into her. Anna was grunting with each
thrust as I gripped her shoulders. She braced her hands in front of
her to keep from sliding too much because of the anal assault. I felt
my balls seize up and I shot another load into her, crying out at the
pleasure and pain of the release.

I pulled out of her ass and collapsed next to her. Anna started to
kiss me in a frenzy as she massaged her pussy on my thigh. I slid
my hand down her flat belly until I could massage her clit, causing
her to bite my lip as she came. Her whole body was shaking as I held
her.

We took a shower together to clean up and cool off. I gently soaped
in her ass as I cleaned her. Anna knelt down after she cleaned my
cock and sucked me into her mouth. As I started to cum she pulled
back and let my cum shoot over her face and on to her tits as she
jerked me off. She pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me
until I quit spurting. She grinned and said that she always wondered
what it was like to have someone cum on her face. I knelt down and
started to lick the cum off of her cheeks and breasts.

We cuddled on her couch for the rest of the morning, relishing in
our nakedness. We had lunch together and experimented with food
on each other and ended up fucking on the dining room table.

We were caressing each other when her phone rang. Anna’s eyes widened
as she said hello to her husband. She did a good job of keeping her
voice natural until I started playing with her clit. She was wet
already as I leaned her over the back of the couch, licking her
pussy and ass as she listened on the phone. She gasped as I shoved
my cock into her ass and had to cover up by saying that she had
dropped something on her foot. Anna was really hot and started to
rock back into me as I doubled her pleasure by reaching under and
playing with her clit. She was gasping on the phone saying that
she loved him as she her legs started to shake. She said her good-byes
and come-home-soons and hung up the phone as she collapsed with a
screaming orgasm. Sweat was pouring off of her as she told me to
fuck her ass. She kept on cumming as I pounded into her. Anna’s
beautiful ass and excitement sent me over the edge as I shot into
her again, burying myself to the hilt, twisting my hips to get
maximum penetration and sensation.

We collapsed on the couch and Anna locked her mouth on mine, her
tongue nearly reaching my throat as her body shakes slowly subsided.

When she could talk again, she told me that she had never felt so
wicked or excited in her life. She said hearing her husband’s voice
while I was in her ass was so exciting that she was getting hot just
thinking about it.

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!