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Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in front of a
camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of course, it wasn’t at any
studio. Time for the old home photo album. You and your lover had talked
about it for some time, after you had admitted to him that you enjoyed
looking at the women in the men’s magazines, like Playboy, and Penthouse.
But, you had told him, they seemed a little tame, and that you got more
excited and envious when you were looking at the more graphic pictures in
Hustler. The ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show the
pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun. Read the rest of this entry »

We meet for the first time in a crowded subway station in Manhattan. I, a
successful investment banker, dressed in only the finest. You are dressed in a
beautiful white evening dress that just barely covers your ass. We get on the
train together just casually exchanging glances and I find I seat in the back.
You are forced to stand in front of me holding a handle attached to the subway
car. People are squezing you from all sides, it is 5:25 and everybody is going
home for the evening. It is a normal trip home you think until you feel a hand
caressing your ass ever so gently. You think to yourself that somebody
probably brushed up against you but it continues with more intensity. I am
going to make this lady come, I think devilishly to myself as I rub your ass,
just enough to make you wet for my future plans. You can’t believe how hot
this train has suddently become. I procede to step two of my plan. I run my
fingers down your leg so slightly that you barely feel them. When I get to the
bottom, I slowly work my way back up to your awaiting tunnel of love. I am
not too surprised to learn that you aren’t wearing any panties. I keep
thinking to myself what I would love to do to this beautiful creature if there
weren’t hundreds of people around. I procede to put my hand on your bare ass
under your dress. I can feel the heat your body is radiating. You Jump when I
run my finger between your checks giving you unmesurable pleasure. I feel your
wetness emminating from your steamy cunt. I gently carress your pussy and
flick your clit with my middle finger. You push your hips out to me to enhance
your pleasure. Just at this moment, I pull my hand away and continue to read
my Wall Street Journal. I wouldn’t want you to come that easily? You can’t
believe this unbelievable pleasure has ended so abruptly. “Damm. Just when I
was about to come. Oh well. I will just have to finish the job myself when I
get home,” you think to yourself as you peek over your shoulder. You see four
men sitting behind you all within reach and all looking at you except for a
hansome wall street type reading his paper. You quickly rule him out and
decide it must have been that dirty minded old man with the sly grin. You give
him a quick smile, after all you haven’t been this hot since the time your
older brother’s friend sneaked into your room and woke you by licking your
pussy or the time you walked in on your brother while he was masterbating and
coming all over your virgin panties. The subway stops at your exit and you are
disappointed that you have to get off. You walk two blocks and enter your
apartment feeling along the way that you are being followed. You quickly go to
your dressing table and withdrawl your handy artificial cock, unfortunately the
batteries are dead. You go to the bathroom and turn on the water in the tub to
HOT, the same condition you are in. You take off all of your clothes and just
as you are about to get in, the doorbell rings. You have a lovely body and are
a bit of an exhibitionist so you procede to the door completely naked with your
dildo in your left hand………

The curtains wave softly, the fresh spring scent of lilacs blowing
in through the window. The scent just exists, neither demanding notice
nor escaping it. The soft hues of blue and violet wrap the room in a
peaceful cocoon of quiet. I study the room with great care. I want
everything to be perfect. I light the tubular candles, placed
strategically around the room. The dancing flames cause the room to
appear to shimmer. The music of the Masters waft softly through the
room. Satisfied the room is now perfect, I go down to await your
arrival. Tonight I wish to give only pleasure. It shall be your night.
The night that you surrender only to the sensations of your body. And,
in the giving to you, I know I shall find rare delights to satiate my own
needs.
Your knock on the door brings my mind back to the present.
Taking the glass of chilled wine, your favorite, I meet you at the door.
The sheer pale blue negligee swirls around my body when I open the
door. Ahhh. The look in your eyes tells me you are finding the view
enjoyable. A smile tugs at your lips as you pretend not to comprehend
this unexpected greeting, or its significance. I take your hand and draw
you into the foyer. You draw me close to you, bending down to cover
my mouth with yours, your tongue gently probing. Our tongues twirl
about each other, sending thrills down my body. Read the rest of this entry »

I was at a local topless dance bar with a buddy of mine. I was kind of
a regular there, coming in about once a month or so. One of the reasons I was
a regular was sitting on my lap at the moment. Her name was Julie, and she
worked most Saturday nights, which was when I usually came in. Naturally she
was very pretty, blonde, tanned, slender, with small breasts (but real and
nicely shaped), great legs, and an ass to die for.

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon. Read the rest of this entry »

As you lay tied spread-eagled on the bed, Renee and I teased you by
walking around, hugging, kissing, and showing you our shaved pussys.
While Renee got up on the bed, and took your semi-erect penis into
her hand, I looked in her closet and found a fur mitten on the shelf.
By the time I got back to the bed, Renee had gotten your penis hard,
and was slowly running her tongue around the head, circling and
circling the rim, occasionally running her tongue across the tip, and
tickling your little hole. I put on the mitten, and started rubbing
your chest with the soft fur. You wanted to move your hands, but
they were tied securely above your head. As I circled your nipples,
teasing them so that they grew erect and hard, Renee was taking the
head of your penis into her mouth, and closing her lips just under
the head. Slowly she would move down, and then back up, then down a
little further, and then back up. You were starting to moan a little
with the pleasure you body was getting. Read the rest of this entry »

A small ad caught Joy’s eye on the morning of January 5th as she
was sorting through the various sections of the New York Times. She
read it, paused, reread it. She chuckled softly, turned to the front
page, and read about the downing of two Libyan planes as she downed
her toast and coffee.

Ten minutes later she was looking at the ad again. She got up from
the table and dug around in a kitchen drawer for the scissors, then
re- turned and carefully snipped the ad. She folded it and slipped
it in the coupons pocket of her purse. Then she went to work.

It was lunchtime when Joy fished the ad out of her purse, picked up
the phone, and dialed the number. Busy. She put the receiver back
in its cradle on her desk, put her chin in her hands, and stared at
the un- shrinkable pile of papers in her IN basket. Sigh. She
picked up the phone again, dialed. A distant phone began to ring. A
tired voice answered. “Sunset Personnel Agency. May I help you?”

“Uh, I’m responding to the ad you placed in the New York Times today.
About extras for a movie?”

“Thank you, just a minute while I connect-” Silence, and then some
awful elevator music. Hum de dum… Read the rest of this entry »

Well, it was so much fun that the boys (Dave and Jim) decided to spend a summer
vacation together as well. Needless to say Cathy and I were going to be used
for their kinky perversions again. I was dripping cunt juice just thinking
about it. Now that it has happened, I am going to tell you about it.
Dave and I arrived late on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were already there
and had dinner ready for the barbecue. No one mentioned doing anything kinky.
We just waited until someone started something. Nothing kinky happened that
night. Dave gave me a good fuck, but nothing out of the ordinary. The next
morning we got up and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Jim and Cathy were
already making pancakes and coffee. The sight of the syrup made me giggle and
that got Cathy giggling as well. Jim told Dave that these two dirty-minded
girls needed to be taught some breakfast manners. Dave agreed and took my arm
and bent me over the table. As he lifted up my robe to expose my ass to Jim,
Cathy was getting bent over next to me. Soon there were two asses bared for the
boys to see and punish. First Dave gave me a smack on each ass cheek, Jim did
the same to Cathy. Then they switched, Jim smacked my ass, Dave did Cathy’s.
Then they switched and increased the number to two smacks per ass cheek. Then
switch and spank, then switch, increase to three smacks, then switch again. Now
there were four pink, tender ass cheeks showing. I had received harder
spankings before, but these were enough to get me hot and the grin on Cathy’s
face told me she wanted to get started on the kinky stuff too. Read the rest of this entry »

She was so hot. I just loved to look at her as she left her
apartment. No matter when or for what reason she look very sexy. She
had the kind of body that just screamed ‘fuck me’. And that is what
I wanted to do. She was kind of short but had those perfect legs
that gave the illusion of going on for ever. She had that long,
thick hair that was just perfect to nuzzle in too. I watched her
everyday, and I knew her habits. On weekdays morning she dressed in a
short dress type suit. All stiff and business-like, the type that
made men and women equal in the workplace. Later she would come home
and change for jogging. She wore some tight sweat pants and
amorphous shirt. Because she had some huge breast she wore in of
those tight jogging bras. Every day she came back all hot and sweaty
making me really horny. Read the rest of this entry »

I had been retained through a consulting firm to advise a small, but
very lucrative, corporation through a complicated problem. The complications
could have cost this business well into the multi-million dollar range
had I not sucseeded in the endeavor. After some long hours of hard work
I was ultimately able to accomplish our goal. The owner of this little
company, (I’ll use fictitious names in this narrative for modesty’s sake
as well as clarity) Joan Sumpter, was certainly a unique individual. She
and I spent a great deal of time together over the months of my employment.
Working virtually hand in hand, we had gotten to know each other rather well.
For all intents and purposes She appeared to be a brash, impetus woman to
most people. However, as she and I got to know each other over time, most
of this turned out to be a facade. In her business persona, she may have
seemed like a bit like a shark to some, but outside that arena I found her
to be a charming, intelligent woman. Read the rest of this entry »

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I walked from the
parking lot to the post office. The warmth of the sun perfectly
counteracted the chill in the air. This was what the weather in
heaven was like, if there was any weather there. Or if there was
a heaven. I passed a couple of LaRouche supporters, trying to
spread their version of reality to a mother with one arm full of
infant and another full of at least three weeks of mail. I
reached for the door, considering the injustice of life. As I
opened it to enter the lobby, a vaguely familiar woman walked out.
“Thank you,” she said as she passed through the door I was
holding open. I turned to watch as she headed toward the parking
lot. She moved with an assured stride and just enough wiggle to
be interesting. I almost collided with another postal patron when
I turned to walk into the lobby. “Excuse me,” I said, “it’s
Monday.” As if that excused my inattentive behavior. Actually,
my mind was racing, trying to find that bit of memory that the
woman had stirred. Read the rest of this entry »