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Nikki Cummings was sprawled across the bed, innocent of clothing other than her corset, stockings, and low boots. Beneath her body were ruby colored silk sheets with a distinct, yet tasteful paisley pattern.  Her long blonde hair was fanned out around her head like the halo of an angel.  Her tanned skin shone from the effects of natural sunlight. 

Her large breasts strained against the tight black and pink corset that pressed her them together, creating a deep ravine of cleavage.  The cups of the undergarment fell shy of containing the full bounty of her bosom.  Her breasts were thrust upward to spill out over the top, exposing twin firm mounds crowned with light pink finials.  Just below the hemline of the corset her flat abdomen lay like a smooth meadow.  Following the slight indentation of her belly button, that fertile plain narrowed towards the delta of her loins.  Like ferns growing beside a river her golden pubic hair curled.  Those small tangles of hair, like neatly manicured hedges under the expert watch of a patient and caring gardener, framed her exposed womanhood. 

     “Oh yes… Richard,” she moaned with pleasure as her long legs rustled over the scarlet satin sheets.  The man sitting beside her on the bed was wearing a lacy poet’s shirt, snug black tights, and similarly shaded knee-high, shiny riding boots.  His curly black hair fell to his shoulders and glistened in the bright candlelight of the boudoir.  One hand ran across her glorious flesh as the other clenched a riding crop.    He tapped the flexible leather tip of the crop against the side of his boot as he rolled Nikki’s right nipple around his index finger and thumb.

     “Ah, Nikki, you’re such a naughty girl,” he whispered to her as she thrashed upon his bed.  “To come to a man’s bedchamber so willingly is not proper for a woman.”

     “Ah but Richard,” she cooed playing, along with him.  “You aren’t a  proper gentleman, to bring such a foul, crude device to our bed.”  She pointed with one dainty finger at the leather crop in his hand.  He looked at it and laughed as he took her point.  He leaned down and covered his mouth with hers and they drank kisses from one another.  His free hand roamed over her mountainous globes, down the smooth, taut skin of her tummy, and twirled the curls surrounding her dew-moistened labia. 

     “Ah!” she cried out as he ran a finger down the length of the tiny wet cleft.  Her hips rolled deliciously as she reacted to his touch.  He slowly parted the tender folds and pushed a single digit into her musky warmth, drawing a gasp of joy from her pink painted lips.  A slow but steady blush of deepening red crept over her cheeks as he grew bolder with his hand. 

      “So willing, so ready,” he murmured softly as he eased a pair of fingers into her.

     “Yes!  Oh Richard, yes!” she sobbed out as her hips bucked in an effort to deepen his penetration.  He watched as her breasts lolled around the cups of the corset.  He felt her hand fall from the bed and land in his lap.  Without prompting she began to knead the ever-growing hardness that was springing from his loins.  He removed his sodden fingers and placed them into his mouth, savoring her salty sweet flavor.  He felt her hands dance around the outline of his erection as he kicked off one boot and then the other.  Placing the crop just beside her, he stood up, pulled his white shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly.  She rolled over and pulled his tights down around his knees with trembling fingers.  His penis fell out boldly and twitched as it dangled in the cool air of the bedroom.  He saw her move forward and place a reverent kiss upon the purpled head.

     “Aaah,” he moaned as she took greater liberties with his member.  Soon he was enveloped by her satiny lips and pulled deeply into the warm, wet confines of her mouth.  She rolled her tongue around his girth and ran her full lips down his quivering shaft.  Richard’s mouth fell open as the sensations overpowered him.  His fingers fluttered around her spread thighs and he finally managed to generate enough thought to slide back in the fingers he had so recently removed.  Nikki moaned around the fullness in her mouth, sending shockwaves of pure delight through Richard’s body.  He pumped his hips with the same rhythm he used to stroke her pussy. 

     “Wait,” he gasped and moved backwards, tugging his cock from her lips.  He pulled off his tights with some difficulty and moved onto the bed with her.  Placing his knees on either side of her head he leaned forward until his face was inches from her swollen cunt.  He nuzzled the hood that surrounded her clitoris, sending her into throes of passionate squirming.  He plunged his tongue deep within her tender, wet folds and lapped at the nectar that moistened it.  He felt her tentative lips touch his pulsing organ again and cried out loudly as she took him back into her mouth.  Her hands encircled his ass and pulled his hips downward until he was embedded so deeply that she gagged slightly.  He licked and kissed her pussy; they both drank at each other’s loins. 

     “No… I must have more,” he hoarsely stated and pulled himself away from her body and from the depths of her mouth. 

     “Take it all,” she breathed, with her breasts heaving over the corset.  “Take all of me!”

He rolled her over and pushed her thighs apart with his legs.  She fell to her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder with her face flushed with desire.  He quickly untied the knotted strings holding the corset together and it fell onto the bed just beneath her.  Richard pressed the tip of his shaft into her heated cleft, spreading her labia around the very end.

     “No! Don’t tease, Richard,” she cried out.  “Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me!”

Without a word he plunged into her, slapping his hips against her ass.  He grabbed onto her hips and used that leverage to thrust harder into her quivering, hot hole.  Her face fell to the sheets as she screamed with delight.  Her breasts swayed back and forth with each deep, rough invasion of his thick, hard cock.

     “Take it!  Take me all!” he roared as he grabbed hastily at the riding crop still lying beside her on the bed.  Taking it in his right hand he leaned back and began to smack her upturned cheeks.  Red marks began to grace the tan hue of her backside as Richard welted her buttocks with each stroke of his organ. 

     “Yes!  I’m a naughty girl!  Punish me!  Beat me, Richard!” she cried out.  Her pearl white teeth captured her lower lip as both pleasure and pain coursed through her body.  The blows began to fall upon her shoulders and the small of her back.  The snapping of the crop accompanied the sounds of his lusty groans and her occasional yelps of torment.  He dropped the crop and leaned forward.  Nikki pulled her head up from the mattress and drank his lips over her right shoulder.  Richard’s hips never ceased their movements as he bludgeoned her convulsing opening with his firm shaft. 

     “I’m going to cum,” he moaned as their kiss broke off.  His hips quivered, making his bare ass dance in a jerky motion.

     “Do it on my face!” she commanded him.  Richard pulled from her hot cunt and tried to stand upon the still moving bed.  He fell upon her and ejaculated all over her red striped back painting her flesh with his hot, thick seed.

     “S-shit!” he stuttered as the weakening jets of sperm pooled on her.

     “Cut!  Cut!” a man’s voice rang out angrily.  “What the fuck happened to the money shot, Dick?!”

     “Sorry Bob; I lost my footing,” the man apologized over his shoulder, as Nikki erupted into gales of laughter. 

     “And you call yourself a professional,” the man standing beside the camera scolded the porn actor.

     “Ease off, man,” Dick Rodman replied as a gaffer tossed him a white hand towel.  “I didn’t pace myself right… we’ll get it in the next take.”

As the man cleaned off his trembling member the gaffer tossed another towel to Nikki Cummings.  She caught it and began to mop up the warm sticky deposit that her co-star had left on her.

     “I guess we can print that one,” Bob Ziegler groaned.  “We can use some of the footage during the editing phase.”

     “And how was my performance?” Nikki coyly asked the adult film’s director.

     “Fabulous babe, absolutely fantastic,” he told her.  He turned around as she squealed with delight and rolled his eyes skyward. 

     “God I’m still horny,” she complained like a spoiled child as she stood up from the tangled sheets. 

     “Reign in your hungers, babe,” Bob told her as he took a cup of coffee from the Best Boy.  “If you get sated it will show up on film.  I don’t want a lackluster performance like we just had from Dick.”

     “I don’t know,” Nikki giggled.  “Dick wasn’t bad.”

     “Thanks, Nikki,” the male lead replied.  “Give me a second and I’ll see if I can rise to the occasion.”

This sentence evoked a collective groan out of the cast and crew.  Even in the porn industry it was a lame joke, unworthy of a man of Dick’s stature. 

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God bless America!

Sometimes, commercials can be just as great as the TV shows they interrupt. I find this low-budget masterpiece, which advertises Brooklyn’s Grand Prospect Hall (“We make your dreams come true!”), almost as entertaining as an eight-hour marathon of “Top Model” on VH1.

But today I discovered what might be my new favorite commercial: this 90-second ad for a new jar opener called—wait for it—the Handjob.

It’s hard to decide which moment I love the most: the weird, ‘80s-esque strobe flashing at the beginning? The way the wife waits a beat, then perkily says, “Okay!” when her hubby asks for a hand job? The part where the guy with the yard equipment screams, “Faaaaaa!” until the camera cuts away? The not-so-subtle shot of an old lady getting sprayed in the face with liquid? It’s all gold.

Yeah, I didn’t think it was real either, but I checked the website (INeedaHandjob.com, obviously) and it looks pretty legit. (Note: after verifying, I quickly deleted my browsing history.) Turns out, despite what we’ve always thought, the hand job is indeed the answer to all of our problems.

I know what I’m giving myself for Christmas!!!

Met Damon at his place last night. He’s packing to move, so everything was in boxes and it was freezing in there. He’s a poor college student and doesn’t run his heat much. Thank goodness he’s cute. 6′, medium to dark brown hair – kept short, but curly. He looks Grecian, but says he’s Russian and Polish. Dark olive complexion. Hair, which I usually hate, but it worked on him. Runners build and needed magnums.

A little awkwardness when I walked in, he invited me to his room and for some reason I had a case of the giggle. Blame it on the fact that I was freezing cold from the rain, his apartment and sitting on a bed with a complete stranger. So as an icebreaker, he kissed me and it moved very quickly from there.  Lot’s of kissing, very hungry kissing, but he wasn’t much for foreplay. I gave him a little head, he put on a rubber and climbed on top. He did tell me it had been a while and his first round usually was a quickly one. He was correct, but he was able to thrust deep and hit nerves I didn’t know I had. After he came he layed beside me and I put my head on his shoulder and we kissed.

We talked a while. I really liked him as  a person. There was a lot of laughter – another pot head and smoker though. But, we had a lot in common – music, classic movies, our hatred of religion. During our conversation I started playing with his cock again and noticed it was taking some time. He said he’d taken Aderol earlier in the day and it can cause his dick to be little slow to wake up. I played a while more until it seemed it was ready, he went to go doggy style, he lasted a bit, but it turned soft he just wasn’t hard enough. All I had to say was the words “do you want to put it here” and grab my tits, and the little fucker turned to stone. I went ahead and let him get off on my tits. As he was looking for a towel, he chuckled and I asked what was so funny. Said he was the first time he’d ever done that. Completely blown away. When he got back into bed, he grabbed me and began to passionately kiss me again and then fell on his back breathless.

Again, we laid there and talked and laughed for what seemed like forever. I finally got around to grabbing his cock and he’s like “I’m sorry baby, I’m so out of shape there. It’s been forever.” I kept playing, but gave up after a while. Kept talking and listening to music, kissing, caressing and before long I grabbed his cock and there was life!

“I knew you had another round in you” I laughed.

I leaned over, sucked the pre-cum of the head and took it deep. Slid between my tits and back into my mouth and made sure it was good and hard. He grabbed another condom, spread my legs and slipped in. After a few minutes I had a small orgasm, nothing to make me squirt and then he  jumped off me and grabbed his leg. I was like ‘oh shit, did I? Did it freak him out?’ Nope, leg cramp. Poor kid is 22 and falling apart. We both laughed it off and I have him so much hell about how a 22-year-old thinks fucking is nothing more than a bed, condoms, dick and pussy…if all that. An adult will think about hydration, potassium, stretching  and etc.

We ended up laying in bed for a long time just talking. I thought at 22 this was going to be a young stallion, especially since he is very good-looking, but I really like the idea he’s rather inexperienced. He’s moldable. Last nights romp was far from the best sex that I’ve had in my life, but I really enjoyed it, and I enjoyed being with him. I don’t know

What am I wearing? Why, what I always wear when I do this. That black lace body stocking with nothing on under; we don’t want you getting too aroused, too fast, right? I suddenly feel your cock thumping against my thighs. Maybe. Your lips are still a perfect “O”. I hear you moan dryly. I close my eyes slowly, wanting to relieve you now.

Okay, okay. I reach between my thighs, and rub your shaft thru the boxers. Mmmmm, there’s a little moisture there. Almost as if your cock is crying, lol. I poke my finger thru the slit in your boxers and wipe my finger across your cockhead. You seem to jump. I just wanna taste your precum, ok? Mmmmmm, it’s sweet. I think you’re ready, huh? As I slide off your lap, it is your fingers that are shaking now. I glance at them, and then at your mask. You can’t see me, but I’m smiling. I feel your fingers graze just between my legs. I see you smile as this happens. Hearing you breathe like that… and me wanking you so bad! Ohhhhh, I’m so sorry! I promise I’ll be quick, and merciful.

Putting my hands on your thighs again, I move them up into your boxers. I am rubbing your balls, so tight, and then your cock… so hot.

“Ready for release? ….Not yet…. “

…. To be Continued…..

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We recognized each other immediately, even though we had only shared a few pictures online.  I smiled widely and waved.  We hugged and it felt wonderful…he was a bear.  But he didn’t stay cuddly for long.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He knew that was just what he had to do to own me from that moment on.  We kissed and it felt so right.  But although originally I had intended to join him for a beer and talk, I soon had another idea entirely.  We walked, holding hands from time to time.  All the while my insides were churning with excitement and a little bit of fear.  Knowing all Chuck really wanted to do was cut my clothes off and rape me made my pussy tingle in spite of itself.
Finally I steered him away from the crowds and down a dark alley I knew of.  It was nice and quiet just as I’d hoped.  He knew just what was on my mind, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck while kissing me.  “You know I could do anything I want to you right now,” he growled.
“Yes,” I sighed, already my pussy dripped with arousal.  He kissed me hard.  Despite the fact that we were both living out a fantasy, we felt a little bit nervous and exposed.  Every noise made us worry about being seen or getting caught.  So we walked deeper into the alley and stumbled across a little fenced in atrium.  Chuck wanted to go in but I was still nervous.  “Let’s go in there,” he said.
“I don’t know, the fence kinda makes it look like this would be trespassing,” I hesitated.  Partly because I was afraid of trespassing and partly because I knew he could probably get away with raping me in there.
Eventually he lured me inside and things got really heated.  My memory fails me of every detail, when I get into subspace my mind kind of shuts down and gives way to my body.  We kissed more…he stopped at one point and said, “We haven’t really negotiated this scene so I just want to say that you can safeword at any time…what words do you like to use?”
“The colors are fine,” I managed to pant out.  I was trembling and breathless as he told me what a slut I was and asked me how much I liked to fool around where any body could see us.  He bit me and slapped me, all of which made me crazy.
He pointed to the ground and said, “You’d like it if I tore your clothes off right now and took you right here, wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t…” I stuttered.  He knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“I didn’t say can you, I said you want to don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“You’re so wet right now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
He jammed his hand down my skirt and found it to be so true.  He held me up from behind because my legs could barely hold me.  My eyes searched around for a minute to see if someone might be looking before I was to aroused to care.  I clutched him as my clit exploded.  As he continued to work me, I squirted hard.
“Look at you, you’re coming right here in the street where anyone could see you,” Chuck said.  “How many times did you come?”
“Twice,” I said.
“Well those were the only freebies you’re going to get, from now on you have to ask permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I whispered.
“Not sure if I can get my magic fingers at just the right angle here.”  He managed to work a couple fingers inside me and to my surprise as well, found the g-spot.
Suddenly I became terrified, I can’t control my g-spot orgasms, especially when I am as aroused as I was in that moment.  “No, please,” I begged, “I can’t control them.”  I started struggling, he had told me that he wanted me to fight…I know he must have liked it, knowing I was terrified that he would make me orgasm uncontrollably.  Or maybe he was just looking forward to the punishment.
He was spitting out a tirade of words, telling me what a slut I was and I was loving it.  Then he said, “That’s all you’re good for, a wet whole to be used.”
I pushed my head into his shoulder and whimpered, “No, please don’t say that.”  I really meant it but I was curious what his reaction would be since I hadn’t used the safeword.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I went to far.”  Since it was our first time playing together I enjoyed seeing his tender side leak through his violent side.  But I made a mental note that if we were going to do the rape scene under NO circumstances should he break “character” unless I safe worded.  At this point I was sure it would be safe to act that out…and I couldn’t wait.
He grabbed me and slammed me back against the fence.  It made a very dramatic noise when my head hit it but it didn’t hurt at all, “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I laughed, thinking for a brief moment he felt the fear that he had just accidentally bashed my head in.  I assured him I was ok and we moved on, giggling a bit.
“I was wondering,” I said, “How bad my punishment would be if I grabbed your crotch right now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
What I really longed to do was drop to my knees and take it in my mouth right that minute but I knew he would not allow that.  So I worked it through his pants until he let me unfasten his belt and touch it with my fingers.  He had worked me into a frenzy on line by telling me that his cock was uncut.  I had only been with one uncircumcised man before and I found it wonderful.  It broke my heart that most American boys were deprived a part of their sexual organs.  He only let me handle it for a few minutes.
The hour was getting late and I knew I had to be getting back.  I said something about it but Chuck had other ideas.  His hand were pinching my nipples and his hand was twisted in my hair, pulling it hard again.  There was no way I was going anywhere.  Next thing I knew, in a flash he had exposed my breasts and I screamed, automatically going to cover them, “Oh no, it’s cold.”  When we first started talking about how he’d like to “force” me to do things and wanted me to struggle, I did not even know if I could do it.  When I get turned on I just want to please and comply.  But clearly knew how to bring it out in me.  I wanted what he was doing but I accessed that part of me that allowed me to struggle.
I wish I could remember more details…every moment was so delicious.  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he chuckled.
“Neither have I,” I said.
“I thought you said you used to have sex in public all the time,” he said.
“Oh, right…well I haven’t done anything like this since I was a minor,” I corrected.  Those memories of hot teen sex anywhere we could get it were so long gone that it seemed like another person, another lifetime.   And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with BDSM.
We walked back to the car, talking and flirting.  He talked some more about how even though he liked submissive women, the last thing he wanted was for me to lie there and take it.  He wanted to see my spirit, my spunk.
I had wondered before if Jason would want me to struggle.  I think part of him knew if I got too excited, struggled too much I could most likely hurt him…he is strong but I outweigh him.  Chuck, on the other hand, was big enough and strong enough to take me down if I struggled hard.  I still felt comfortable if things got out of hand that I knew enough tricks stop him.  But now I knew that would not be necessary.  He had showed me his D as well as his heart.
When we got to the car, I remember him grabbing my neck, choking me right there on the sidewalk where several people gave us funny looks.  I have expected the police to arrive…I hoped the people who saw us could tell that I was loving every minute of it.  Then he started spanking me.  It stung so well, I knew when he got me alone my ass was going to get it.  I tried to get away from him, working some more on that spirit he wanted to see.
I tried to hug him good bye but he grabbed me and started to pull me away from the car.  “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, “Or you can just say, I really have to go.”
“I really have to go,” I said firmly but sadly.  I didn’t want to destroy the chance that I could see him again by getting carried away at our first meeting.

Gabriel didn’t know how long it was supposed to take him to get off but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be in less than a couple of minutes. He just hoped it was merely the beginning and not the ending of what was a very nice night so far.

Alexis’ mouth was beyond incredible and he couldn’t believe how fast he exploded almost as soon as she got started. He would use the excuse that it had been a really long time but truth was, it hadn’t been any time. It was one of the pitfalls of being a virgin and Gabriel instantly felt his life was similar to the all-infamous scene in American Pie. Alexis, however, thought it was closer to the infamous scene in Biloxi Blues.

But Alexis was very understanding. Gabriel was naturally both nervous and excited and she thought it was pretty sweet. Not everyone had their first time with someone much more experienced than them. Alexis waited a short while for Gabriel to regain his composure and made small talk with him. They talked about the weather, hobbies, interests—whatever it took for Gabriel to be more comfortable in Alexis’ presence. Once he was comfortable, however, he began to take the initiative and rolled on top of her. He figured the first orgasm was just an appetizer; there was a lot more from where that was.

He quickly got a condom from the bedside and almost ripped it open from his growing excitement. Gabriel couldn’t wait to get inside Alexis and she had to calm him down to take a breather. His excitement was only cute when there was no sex involved. She grabbed the condom and gently unrolled it on his hard cock. “Look at me,” she whispered as she unrolled the condom, “concentrate on me.”

Gabriel was trying to stay focused and not cum so he concentrated on Alexis’ eyes. They were a deep brown and quite enticing, he thought. He began to wonder how much Alexis got away with during her childhood based on how big and beautiful her eyes were. But childhood stories would have to wait for another time. Alexis laid Gabriel on his back and climbed on top of him. She placed small kisses around his face and neck before she reached down and inserted his cock inside her warm pussy. She began to ride him slowly, rocking her body to a soft ocean wave-like motion. He was pretty thick in size and filled her up nicely. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself and bent over slightly for more access. Then she began to bounce, slapping her ass against his balls and she rode him more.

Meanwhile, Gabriel reached down and guided Alexis’ ass as she kept moving on him. Her apple-shaped ass felt like an absolute blessing and her skin was so incredibly soft, Gabriel didn’t want to let go. But he felt his body about to cum yet again and he held onto her tight. Alexis, sensing what was about to happen, jumped off Gabriel’s cock and quickly removed the condom. She then jacked him off as he shot in her awaiting mouth, exploding everywhere. Gabriel felt the wind knocked out of his body and collapsed back on the bed in a dizzy state of euphoria. Alexis then climbed next to his body and pressed against him.

“Happy Birthday,” she smiled.

*Above model is Jessica Drue; photography by piratephotography*

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It’s my pleasure to announce that L.O.V.E.: The Legion of Valiant Enforcers, my sixth book with Sizzler Editions of Renaissance Ebooks is on sale NOW!  Here’s a taste of the back cover:

Six Sexy Superheroes (and Superheroines) find their fight to save a city against destruction by Major Ruin, a fiendish Supervillain. is not as hard as their fight against their inner demons and lusts! Meet Mental Giant, a powerful telepath ; Astra Delphiana, an alien cop;  Eye Candi, a voluptuous fiery brawler; Plasma-X a brash, egotistical energy bolt flinger; Lavender Mystic, wielding the dark power of an Irish banshee; and Checkered Past, a hero with a deep dark secret. Seducing each other, and those they meet, rescuing the innocent from danger, battling for their lives, they still can’t help but finding the Supervillains (and Supervillainesses) they battle incredibly arousing. Compelling characters and a sexy storyline make this Christopher Newman’s most remarkable erotic tale yet.

 Here’s an excerpt:

Lavender Mystic a.k.a. Maeve O’Reilly was moaning in pleasure as Jonny began snaking his plasma energized cock between her quivering ass-cheeks and deep into her cunt.  Bent over at the waist causing a deluge of water ran down her body, through her cleavage and pooling at her feet.  The twenty-year old’s heavy breasts bobbing and shivering from her man’s pounding pace.  Reaching out with both hands she steadied herself against the front of the shower stall and tossing her head back to cry out in delight.  The hot vibrations of her boyfriend’s shaft electrifying her sensitive inner tissued cleft like no lover had done before.  Sex with Jonny was more than just good, it was downright amazing!

          “Oh Jonny!” she wailed deliciously.  “Fuck me hard!”

          “You’re so g-good,” he sobbed out behind her. “Nice and tight babe!”

          Reaching between her legs she began stroking her engorged clitoris which made her long legs nearly buckle from pure joy.  Jonny’s hands gripping her swinging tits and grinding desperate fingers into the flesh of her bosom.  Rocking her body back and forth increasing the depths of his penetration of her pussy Maeve’s climax was soon teetering on the edge of explosion.

          “Give it to me!” she demanded softly.  “Give me all of that glorious cock!”

          He didn’t reply.  His hips going into a frenzy of activity driving his thick member harder and faster into her overly stimulated cunt.  One of his hands retreating from her breasts quickly made its presence known to her when he began slapping the right side of her buttocks.  A shocking sting of energy was transmitted from his palm to her rear.  It was more than she could bear.

          “O-oh shit!” she shrieked.

          Maeve’s vision went surreal and the world seemed to take on a distant quality when the detonation between her shivering thighs went off.  Stars appearing in her eyes until she was reduced to a convulsing mass of happy nerve endings and groaning delight.  Sliding off his cock she dropped to her knees in front of him, her legs now unable to support her any longer.

          “You forgetting something babe?” he inquired.

          Twisting around in the shower she was confronted by his bobbing purple-headed cock.  Lunging forward she gobbled it up to the delightful moans of Jonny.  A momentary flash of revulsion passed through her mind when she realized she was sampling the muskiness of her own pussy.  But it was swept away with ease when she took into account the mind-blowing sex he could provide.  Her tongue worked overtime as it teased the bumpy texture of his shaft.  Pushing forward with his hips and driving his member deep into her throat until she could barely breathe.  Gagging slightly she permitted him to delve as far down her gullet as he wished.  A shudder ran through him.

          I would do anything for him! She cheered silently. 

And she had.

          He was her first, her best, and her life.  From the moment they met a year ago the two of them were inseparable both in battle or not.  He had taken her virginity with tender ease, leaving her a full-fledged woman not the sniveling teenager her grandmother treated her as.  He was so much better than that vibrator she had shamefully bought and hidden in her apartment.  His member hummed with more energy than any sex toy could possibly be designed to do. 

          He is deceiving you, the dark Sidhe power she had been born with whispered.  He is untrue to you!

          You lie! She shouted back mentally.  He loves me!

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Kevin knew his date was a bit on the kinky side when she went into great detail regarding her exhibitionist past. He just didn’t think she would attempt anything on their first date at a restaurant. It was a good thing they had a private booth in the far corner.

Trudi was a good girl gone bad. She grew up in a very strict and religious household and dared not to disrespect her parents in any manner outside of the home. Of course, that was when she was younger, naïve and virginal. Now she was older, wiser, been around the block a few times, and had a different outlook on life. Her motto: laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor. That’s all there was to it. She knew more than anyone she was going through a phase. But boy did she have fun getting the fucking out of her system, so to speak. And Kevin was going to be a lucky recipient.

Trudi never considered herself a nymph; those were the women who obsessed about sex and went to extreme lengths to get it. Oh no, she was definitely not a nymph. She was, however, a woman with a voracious appetite for sex. The more she had it, the better. The more experience she had, the better her reputation. She would rather be known as a good fuck than a bad lay any day of the week. Kevin, on the other hand, was lucky if he even had gotten laid at all. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually had sex with a woman other than pretending it was someone in his imagination. His right hand and a bottle of Jergens didn’t help much, either.

But Trudi was about to change all of that, at least for one night. They met up at her place and made friendly chit-chat on the way to the restaurant. Once they arrived, they ordered appetizers and dinner while they toasted to a prospective future for them both. But when the bread and butter came, it was the moment Trudi’s first date representative went to sleep and the freak came out. She began to butter her hand, spreading the smooth substance on her palm with a butter knife.

“What are you doing?” Kevin dared to ask.

Trudi licked her lips and smiled. “This.” She then unzipped Kevin and stuck her lubed hand on his flaccid cock. The sudden sensation didn’t keep Kevin soft for too long as Trudi found a nice rhythm and worked his cock hard.

“Oh sh—sh—shiiiiiiit,” he panted as she continued. Trudi was calm as still sky while Kevin thought he was losing his mind.

“Are you about to cum over my hand, baby?” Trudi purred. “I want to feel your hot cum all over my hand.”

With Trudi taunting in his ear, Kevin completely lost it. He shot all over Trudi’s hand while he bit his free hand to keep from screaming. Once he finished, he collapsed against the booth seat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he felt dizzy. What the hell just happened? Did she really just get him off in a busy restaurant? With a hand slathered in butter?

Before Kevin could ask any questions, Trudi answered one of them. “Yes, that was just the appetizer. There’s more from where that came from…”

Wow this is amazing, i want to be him!

I was at a movie with Mistress when the phone rang.  I held it up to her so she could see the caller ID, it was Jason.

I texted him back that I was in a movie, wondering if he was pocket dialing me as he had the week before.  “Your Master needs some attention,” he replied.

I showed it to her and she replied, “Tell him I will let you go but he owes me.”  I smiled at her incredible understanding.  I kissed her and told her I loved her before I practically sprinted out the door.

I hadn’t seen Jason in a few weeks but the addiction remained strong as ever. I couldn’t resist his hot body and his twisted mind.

The door was ajar when I arrived. As I closed it behind me there was a post it note over the dead bolt lock that read, “Happy Halloween.” Adrenaline coursed through me as I glanced around the quiet house. Jason emerged from his bedroom wearing a black ski mask. I wore a long wig, a cute strapless goth dress, fish net hose, and high heeled black knee high boots. I knew he would dig the outfit, though the wig wouldn’t last long. I desperately needed him to pull my hair as hard as he could.

“Happy Halloween,” he said as he approached me and kissed me. Every time the first kiss took my breath away. The ski mask was an interesting touch.

He pulled me into his bedroom and grabbed me, pushing me against the door as it closed and kissing me hard. “I was at a party,” he said, “And I am going back.” I understood this was to be a quickie and send me on my way. A little sadness crept in at the thought of this since I had at least a couple hours to kill but I needed him so bad, in whatever way he was willing to give to me.

Grabbing my hand roughly he placed it on his cock, already bulgding in his khaki pants. I moaned and he shushed me, I guessed that his roommate was asleep in the next room. Such delicious torture to be quiet.

“On your knees,” he ordered. and I complied eagerly. He presented me with his cock and I took it hungrily in my mouth, excited to be able to use my hands on the base and his balls, since many times we played they were tied.  I hoped I got better every time, I moved my tongue and head around, tittilating him with my tongue ring and sliding it deeper and deeper in.  I was also becoming better able to control the gag reflex, though I love the way he moaned when I finally gave in to the instinct, retching and drooling on him with eyes watering and make up running and still as much of a smile as I can muster with my mouth so full.

“Yes, good girl,” he murmured, “You are MY slut, you want to feel me come in your mouth so bad.”

His hand found his way into my shirt and pinched my nipple hard.  He smacked my face and I wanted to beg him to do it again, to slap me harder…but it was more important for me to be obedient.   As usual I felt conflicted, wanting to taste his come but at the same time wanting to prolong the moment, to feel it inside me, to share his pleasure in the best way possible. But I was obedient. Even after he asked me where I wanted his come, I hesitated, wanting to please him and not myself.

But he demanded that I look into his eyes and tell him what I wanted. I bent down low so that I could lick his cock and look deep into his ice blue eyes, unable to decide.  “Where do you want my cock?” he demanded again.

This time I found my voice and pleaded, “I want your cock in my pussy.”

“Turn around,” he said as he pulled off his pants and put on a condom. I bent over his bed, still fully clothed, he just pulled my underwear and hose down to my knees, my dress down on top and up on bottom for access. As expected, the wig was already in a lump on the floor. We struggled for a moment, trying to find just the right angle to compensate for my high heels. I sighed loudly as he plunged inside me, wanting so badly to moan and cry out to show how much I loved and needed to feel him inside me. But I kept quiet, whispering my adoration of his strokes. He pulled my arms behind me, my face buried in the bed. I loved it when he restrained me, reminded me that he was my Master. My pussy embraced his cock, loving every precious and rare moment that he was inside me.

Yet my mind wandered, wondering if I made it too easy, if he simply didn’t find any cute girls at the party he went to, had a few drinks and decided to call me just to get his rocks off. Did it matter? He warned me he was going to usher me out the door when he came and I didn’t protest. My addiction was too strong, the fact that we could steal some time together, no matter how short, meant too much.

He twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled hard as I felt the orgasm begin to rock through him. Every time I was astounded by the length and strength of his orgasms. Even through the condom I felt every bit of it and my pussy contracted with the pleasure of being able to please him so well. Yet I knew it also meant our time together was ending so the satisfaction was bittersweet. I already missed him and I hadn’t even left yet. Though our lives could never truly intersect, the energy between us was unmistakable. We connected in ways that transcended anything I could grasp or understand.

I could only hope that he felt the same way. A small piece of me felt like I was used so cruelly, that I was nothing more than a prostitute who worked for free. Yet I liked it when he called me his slut, because I knew it was true, I long ago accepted the terms of our relationship and volunteered my body as an object for his pleasure. I hungered for him, the look in his eyes, the feeling of his kisses…both soft and hard, the way he lorded himself over me and commanded me to behave. The hunger ate me up inside some days, but recently I had become more complacent about our arrangement and our time apart. It was better that way…to just know somewhere off in the distance that he would call for me again and we could find our pleasure so easily together. Our arrangement existed outside of anything else, our own little world where nothing existed but our touch, our energy interacting, and our pleasure.

I imagined that not many people had ever experienced anything so exquisite, so personal, yet impersonal at the same time. No strings attached meant different things to different people but I hope images of my obedience and my sweet red ass are always tickling the back of his mind, the way thoughts of his voice, his eyes and his cock always tickle mine.

I watched Jason pull off the condom and toss it in the trash. His cock still oozed, so I smiled and wiped it off with my finger, putting it to my mouth, enjoying the taste. He pulled his pants back on and dressed as I fixed my clothes to be decent again, sighing. He offered me a sip from his flask and I accepted with a smile. We walked out together, kissing one last time.

On the sidewalk he said, “See you later,” like he always does. Meloncholy overcame me as I climbed in my car for the sad drive home. I can only hope that I mean more to him than a prostitute, he wouldn’t kiss me like that if I didn’t. Yet still the luster of being used might be wearing off.   I am learning that may be the nature of a submissive, particularly one in my situation, allowing oneself to be used and finding the balance between being used and being treasured. At this point, at least, I am coming to accept that for now I will in fact “see him later.” I trust now that if and when his situation changes he will cut me loose, letting me know that he will no longer require my service. When I’m on my knees looking into his eyes I truly desire nothing more than to be of service.

But now he owes my Mistress for the time he stole from her…I’m hoping he will chose to repay it by someday showing her how to bind my breasts, I know she will dearly love that. Still, I’m not sure what kind of repayment she had in mind. That remains to be seen, I guess, but it sounds like fun to me!

I drove home in a haze, concerned that even though I hadn’t had much to drink I would get pulled over for driving under the intoxication of Jason’s gorgeous scent still lingering over my body. Count me as a firm believer in the power of phermones. His scent never fails to make me feel safe, at home, and unbelievably horny.

I’ve just come out of a brief but intense experience that I must share…sorry again for my absence, I have been too busy misbehaving to write   Now I believe I’ve come back down to earth.

I met a potential Dom on a website, we chatted online quite a bit before we agreed to meet.  I told him all about how I loved to have my hair pulled and choke on cock.

We seemed to connect immediately the first time we met, with common vanilla experiences and interests.  We ended up out in a parking garage when he grabbed me and kissed me for the first time.  In response to my worry that we might be spotted, he invited me into the back seat of his truck.  I watched him transform instantly from a sweet cuddly guy into a full on Dom as he pulled my hair hard.  “Do you want to be my submissive?” he asked me sternly.

“Yes,” I gulped.

“Yes, what?” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir, I want to be your submissive.”

Still pulling my hair painfully hard he kissed me.  “I am so wet right now,” I said smiling.

He put his hand up my skirt and said, “Oh my yes you are.”  He started fucking me with his fingers but I after a minute I struggled, muttering something about fearing being seen.  “I’m not going to let us get caught.  Do you want to stop?”

“Well um…I don’t know.”

“Does it feel good?” he said.

“Oh yes.”

“Why would you want to stop something that feels good?”  I relaxed and closed my eyes.  He still had hold of my hair so that I couldn’t look around.  I felt myself begin to give in to his authority, to believe that he would take care of everything and all I had to do was feel good.”

I came hard and fast.  “What do you want?” he said.

“To please you, Sir.”

“What do you want, Cassie?”

“To touch your cock, Sir.”

“Is that what you want?  To touch it?”  I had a feeling he was waiting for me to say that I wanted it in my mouth, but I was playing a game too, I was waiting for him to say he wanted that.

Rubbing his cock with my hand, I squirmed in my seat, turned on my his arousal.  He moaned and offered praise for a couple minutes.  Then when I thought he was close to coming, he called my name sharply.  I thought he wanted me to stop so I did.  He told me I was a naughty sub for getting him all turned on and leaving him hanging.  “On your knees,” he said.  I got on my knees on the seat and he pulled up my skirt, giving me a nice little spanking for my transgression.

Next thing I knew I was gagging and drooling on his cock just as I’d dreamed.  “Good girl,” he murmured.  It didn’t take long for me to taste his come in my throat.  I was feeling very proud of myself while floating around in a glorious subspace he had created the minute he pulled my hair.

“Well what’s your answer?” he said.

I honestly couldn’t remember what he was talking about.  “I’m sorry Sir my brain kind of stops working when I’m in subspace.”

“Think about it Cassie, what did I ask you?”

After a few minutes of squirming I said, “You asked me if I wanted to be your submissive.”

“That’s right, do you want to be my ONLY submissive?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered again, after a moment’s hesitation.  I really felt like I was signing a contract in blood that I hadn’t even read.  I guess as much as I wanted it I was also afraid of giving up control.

He left me with a few more wondrous kisses as I stumbled out to my car, barely in any shape to drive.  He texted me not long after I drove off, “I am very pleased, and surprised.”

I asked him why he was surprised and he said it was unusual to have such instant chemistry as we had.

For the next week I did not much else but chat, text and think of him.  He promised me many things, not the least of which was he never wanted me to be an object, but a beloved pet.  I loved the idea of secretly being someone’s pet.

An old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern and sees
a sign hanging over the bar which reads:
CHEESEBURGER: $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $2.50
HAND JOB: $1,000
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and
beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a
meager looking group of farmers.
‘ Yes? ‘ she inquires with a knowing smile, ‘ Can I help you? ‘
‘ I was wondering, ‘ whispers the old biker, ‘ are you the young lady who gives the hand jobs? ‘
‘ Yes, ‘ she purrs, ‘ I am. ‘
The old biker replies, ‘ Well wash your hands. I want a cheeseburger. ‘

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