Gradually I began to smack her ass during sexplay, as she sat on top of
me or as she lay on her stomach sucking my cock. I would be on my haunches
in front of her, and as she sucked me, I would raise myself up on my knees,
hover over her and bring my palm down on her ass. At frist they were
exploratory smacks: light, but hard enough to make the rounded flesh of
her ass jiggle. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her
ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn
juicy.

As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on
the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something
we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt
around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt,
running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of
her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The
constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while
she walked kept her crack juicy.

The best part was watching her face when I knew she was coming in her
pants and no one around her realized it. I also went out of my way to
find long flights of stairs to walk up, because I knew thats when the
rope and belt would make her pussy the hottest. There were times when
I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was
experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immmediately after taking
the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the
hilt without the slightest bit of trouble.

The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually
began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year
wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice
dinner. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of
the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little
voice, she asked me if I would’nt like fit her into the Crack Belt
myself.

I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind
her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied
in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was
doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary. While
kneeling behind her, I planted a warm, wet kiss on each one of her buttocks
causing her to shivver.

All through dinner my excitement continued to mount. I found myself
touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against
her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the
outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation
tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst.
Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the
Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We
picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year anniversary.

When dinner was over we went right home. As soon as we were inside
the apartment, I took her in my arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
I sucked on her soft, warm tongue as if it were giving me life and
unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My cock
bulged and pressed against the front of my pants as I knelt in front
of her and undid the Crack Belt. I pushed her back onto the couch and
spread her thighs so that her soggy pussy presented itself like a target
to me.

My tongue darted between her slippery lips and pushed into her hole. I
tasted her sticky juices as I licked up the length of crack, stopping
at her clit. Her back arched violently and a loud moan of pleasure came from
her mouth as I sucked the fleshy button into my mouth and ran my tongue
across it. Already she was about to have an orgasm, and she gripped the back
of my head with both hands in preparation for it.

When it came, she pumped her pussy up and down on my face while still
holding onto my head. I continued to suck on her clit as she screamed with
pleasure. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided, I took my now
juice-covered face away from her pusssy and kissed her hard on the mouth so
she could taste her own come. She again held me by the head and, kitten-like,
licked my entire face clean of her juices.

I stood up and took my clothes off. My cock stood at rigid attention as I told her to suck it. Kneeling down, she took the whole of my cock in her
mouth and cupped my balls in her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth,
her lips sliding along the entire length of my cock, her hands gently
squeezing my balls. Her tongue ran along member, pressing and stroking,
toying with the tip. Sometimes she would pause with my cock head caught in
her lips and massage it wetly with her tongue. I felt as if I were about to
explode with excitement.

As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to
fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now
stationary mouth. I wanted desparately to shoot my load down her throat,
but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to
mainatin my sexual energy for a grand finale.

Pulling my cock from Kathy’s mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom
with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net
stockings with a black garter belt, elbow-length black lace gloves and
a wide-brim, blue straw hat with a black band around it.

With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for
her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to
face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom
door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper
corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As
she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned
myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across
the smooth skin of her bare ass.

“Beg me to spank you, Kathy,” I ordered.

In a meek voice, barely more than an excited whisper, Kathy said,
“Oh, please spank me.” And as she stood there spread-eagled against
the mirror, I began to spank her ass with the hair brush.

As the power of the blows became stronger, her ass got redder and the slap
of the wood smacking hard against her skin seemed to reverberate through
the bedroom. Although standing stationary, she began lifting first one foot,
and then the other as if she were doing a slow dance. Her head arched
back as she continued her dance and I continued the spanking. With Kathy
standing there in front of me dressed like something from a French
whorehouse and with a flaming red ass, I felt as though no man could
have it any better. I loved this woman, and I loved the sense of power
over her that spanking her gave me. This was a gift from Kathy.

I ordered her to come away from the mirror and bend over. As she
gripped the arms of an easy chair for support, I told her to spread her
legs as far as possible and to lift her ass in the air. Lowering her head
into the cushion, she did as she was told.

Kneeling behind her, I now had her plump, meaty pussy lips staring me
directly in the face. I hope I never lose my fascination with the sight
of a woman’s cunt exposed this way and waiting for it to be administered
to. Pushing her ass up in the air as far as I could go with one hand, I
began to spank her again.

Moans of pleasure pain escaped Kathy’s lips as her ass began to sway back
and forth. My excitement was rising quickly. With each new smack my cock
pulsed with the desire to fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
Finally, I could wait no more. With one last perfectly aimed stroke of
my hand, I elicted a loud moan from her.

Now standing squarely behind her, I placed on hand on her waist for support
and with the other hand guided my bone-hard cock into her hot, sticky ass.
Upon contact with the stretchy grasp of her hole, I gasped in relief for I
knew the huge amount of come I had been holding back would soon spill
out of my cock. And it did. I would have liked to fuck her longer, but
the tight walls of her asshole wraped around my cock like a slippery,
gripping hand and brought me to a violent climax. I threw back my head
and rammed my cock as far and as hard into her as I could. And as I
came with primal grunts signally the pumping of load after load of
my come into her ass, Kathy came also, throwing her head back and squealing
with joy.

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!

It was almost time for Stephanie to get home and Alicia was getting warm
with excitement at the thought. She was finishing the vacuuming, the
last of the housework that she had told her to do that day. Nothing
thrilled her more than playing servant to the tall, imperious girl she
had married. She was so beautiful and she loved her so much – that
kneeling in submission before her was the supreme pleasure in her life.
She had a hard-on in her tight panties, beneath the frilly white apron
that covered them, truly a slave of love to that girl.

She heard the front door open and a tingle of titillation went through
her. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching her finish her
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vacuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Alicia,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” She nodded, shutting off
the vacuum cleaner as she motioned for her to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled her just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and she was soon on her knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Alicia lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered her and caressed the well-polished
shoe. She removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of her hands. This was the finest prize she could imagine
as she stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered her, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Alicia nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend her body towards her wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair she pressed her face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. Her
lips touched the soft succulent skin that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that she suddenly thrust her tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Alicia licked her wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and
her
juices were flowing even more. She could hear her softly moaning above
her as she lapped away on her marvelous twat.

She felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed she
heard her speak. “Undress me, Alicia,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite her further.

She came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. She
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking her aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as she stared up at them. She
put her moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before her nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” she replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, her
cock a stiff stick in her panties, impeding her progress.

She returned with her finest negligee; and as she stood tall in the
middle of the living room she placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over her, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Alicia knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed her aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. Her
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. She had her
moaning with pleasure as she lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered her to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of her rod. It tented out the front of her panties
poking up the white apron that covered her front.

“Drop you panties,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your panties, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Alicia undid the buckle of her belt,
unzipped her panties and slowly lowered them to the floor. Her rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited her, made her feel somehow like a little
girl dropping her drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once her panties were off, Stephanie rose and stood over her in her high
heeled shoes. She knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. Her tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as she licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered her to the couch, where
she sat with her rod sticking straight up from her naked lap.

She came to her and straddled her legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into her lap. Her huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to her the entire shaft of her
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on her dick, fucking
her, arousing her madly. Her prick was so hard that her upstroke brought
her from her lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf her bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked her like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to her. Obediently she sat there letting her wife control the
movements of the fuck, her rod a stiff pole for her wifes pleasure.

When she was through using her in that manner she rose off her, her
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered her to rise. Alicia got up, her rod
sticking straight out, and she swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had her stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of her cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as she stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as she drew her rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Alicia knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. She sat on the
couch behind her, her rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, she began to slide into
her. Her cock filled her hole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

She fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. Alicia pulled out shooting her load all over her tight ass
then
rubbed it in. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order her into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Alicia was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered her to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on her knees and
stuck her rod up her cunt from behind. Then she shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with her loins as she fucked her harder
and harder.

When she withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling her on
top of her. Her body was coated with sweat, her forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and her rod as stiff as it had ever been in her life
as she mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as she felt her
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. She was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. She was
pounding her cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as she
could, pistoning her pole as rapidly as possible.

She knew she couldn’t hold her come much longer, and even though she
jerked her dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, she shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of her sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Alicia’s cock wasn’t hard enough for her to fuck her again, but there
was
another way she could please her wife, and she suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give her a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Alicia got on her stomach between her legs and pressed her lips to
her cunt lips. Soon she was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. She continued her pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Alicia turned over onto her back, her dick semi-hard, fairly
begging
to be sucked back to full length. When her wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by her cunt-lapping, she got over her cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of her
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because she was able to
control
herself for quite a while.

At last she came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
her cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Alicia’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff
rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

LOVE
YOUR SLUT
ALICIA

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