Twas the holiday season
And through the in-call,
No-body was a-fucking
Nope; no swinging balls.
The escorts were nestled all snug in their
While visions of lingerie danced in their
“I’ll play the Momma, and you play the Cap,’
We’ll role-play, and then have a bit of a
When out in the kitchen there arose such a
Made you spring forth with hard, skin-covered
Away to the fridge he flew like a
Tore open my robe and smacked my
The moon on the breast, skin like new fallen
Gave the lust of mid-day to my member
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lovely woman, holding a
With sweet soft hands so lively and
I knew in a moment, she’d suck my
Some of you know I’ve been looking for a part-time
admin/desk job. I’m being very picky, however, mainly because I CAN be. The job as has to in the location I want (here in Renton). It needs to be the type position I want (admin, reception, office manager, etc.) and the pay needs to be on par with my 20+ years of office experience (no less than $15/hr). The job has to be the hours I want (early morning, off by 1 or 2PM at the latest), and it needs to be easily accessible by bus, as I hate driving. Yes, I KNOW that is a lot of criteria! That is why I was so excited about the job I told you all I was starting last week. It had everything I required, except that the pay was to be $14 to start with a probable raise to $14.50 after 90 days. I could live with that, since it had everything else on my list. My interview was Thursday, September 26th. I aced it, and left thinking, “Yeah, I got this.” About a week later on Wednesday, October 2nd, I got call from him regarding my background check. He’d discovered a DUI I got over 10 years ago (frankly I’m surprised it’s still on there, don’t they drop off after 10 yrs??). I answered his questions honestly. He then asked me to come in that Friday “to sign new hire paperwork.” Now, forgive me for being assumptive, but this sort of sounds to me like I got the job.
The night before I was to go down there to sign
the papers, Thursday night, I was nervous. I had a friend over that evening who asked, “Why are you so nervous to go down there and sign stuff? What, do you think they’re going to take it away from you or something?” I paused for a second, and then said, “Well, yeah.” My friend left and I tried to get some
sleep, to avail. I got up and fired up my computer to see what was going on with my Facebook buddies. Just then I remembered that I hadn’t heard from a good friend of mind in a while. This was not unusual, as she lived down in Tacoma and we didn’t get a chance to get together much. But we usually kept in touch at least every couple of months or so. I went to her FB page to see what she’d been up to. I read condolences, RIP’s, messages from her 16-year-old daughter lamenting on the fact that she couldn’t believe she couldn’t just pick up the phone and call her Mom anymore (they hadn’t lived together in several years). My heart started beating faster and a horrible dread washed over me, as I scrolled
further and further down trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Finally, I got to May 29th, where her daughter wrote that her mother had passed away that evening. I’d just talked with my friend on the 17th of May; she was going to be in the area
and wanted to stop by for a visit. We never got together. And she’d been gone for nearly four months and I didn’t even know it. Needless to say, I began crying and cried most of that night. My friend had been troubled; we’d met about 10 years earlier at a women’s retreat and gotten pretty close. I always had it my head that one day soon I was going to go down there and rescue her, bring her
up here to live with me, take care of her, maybe even introduce her to the escort life. But it was too late, my friend was gone, and my heart was
Back to the job. After crying all night I pulled myself together to go to what I thought was going to be my new place of employment to sign new hire paperwork. I lost it a couple of times on the way down there, but I’m a professional; I know how to leave my problems at the door, put a smile on my
face, and get the job done. He sat me down and started asking more question about the DUI. Who was I with when I got it? What time of the day did it
happen? What were the circumstances? What happened afterward? I was irritated, as I thought we’d already gone over this. I couldn’t understand what business this stuff was of his anyway. The job was not a driving one in any way, shape, or form. So, after grilling me for another 15 minutes he says, “Ok, well I am going to need a little more time to consider this information….”
At that point I laughed, gathered my coat and bag, and said, “You have a great rest of your day,” and stormed out. I was IRATE, so much so I was
shaking. When I got home I sent him an email saying that I respectfully withdraw my request to work at his company and I wished him the very best of luck in all of his future endeavors. I REALLY wanted to rip him a new one, call him all sorts of creative names, and inform him that I don’t like being lured to places under false pretenses. But I didn’t. I also didn’t get an apology or any other
kind of email back from this idiot. Oh well, back to the drawing board, folks!!
In the meantime I am available to
you, and will be taking new pictures this week for your viewing pleasure.
A special Thank You goes out to the gent who gave me the idea for this story. Told by a man's perspective. Enjoy!
She was standing in the men’s department going
through a stack of shirts, not an uncommon event and one I was glad to witness. I walked casually around pretending not to notice but I’m sure she was aware. I found a position where I could see her and somewhat conceal myself, she was absolutely stunning....she wore a fairly short skirt that stretched across her ass and looked like it needed to be pulled up over her hips. Her shoes were heels with exposed toes which were painted sexy red, although she wore black nylons the toes were still visible. She stood there quite some time, occasionally bending over to reach across the table just enough to expose the top of her nylons. I had to, at any expense, walk by her and somehow make body contact. I walked behind her and with the narrow isles I rubbed across her skirt....my cock was completely erect...I doubt she felt it but certainly felt our contact. I excused myself and she turned, looked me in the eyes then glanced at my pants, smiled and went back to looking at the shirts. I walked around to the other side of the table and started going through the stack myself. The first several buttons of her blouse were undone exposing a bit of cleavage...what a beautiful sight....god I was so hard. I finally spoke and said
“nice shirts” at which time she picked one up looked me straight in the eyes, turned and walked into the changing room. I stood there for a few moments
waiting for her return but she didn’t come out. I finally tapped on the door which she opened and stood there in her heels, nylons and the shirt she picked up, unbuttoned but still concealing most of her beautiful body.....panties and bra laid on the floor....I stepped inside and closed the door. She undid my pants reached in and pulled out my cock, turned around, put her hands on the mirror and pushed her hips back exposing her incredible ass and soaking wet pussy. No words were ever exchanged. I slid my cock between her lips and cupped her breasts in my hands with her erect nipples playing between my fingers. To say the least it was fast and hot. She moaned, tightened up, came, and I followed suit. There’s nothing like a woman wearing a man’s shirt.
Recently, I signed up at a local fitness club. Little did I know I was going to get the erotic workout of my life!
I started going there almost daily, hitting the elliptical for 25
minutes and then the treadmill for another 15. All of that cardio was giving me a lot more energy, and I loved being around so many other fitness-minded people. I was flirted with by the other patrons, but I didn’t flirt back much. I was there to sweat, not to get laid.
The cardio was great, but I decided I needed a more substantial workout. So I went to the area of the club that intimidates almost all humans: the free-weights area. This is where the hulking, muscle-head men go to bulk up their bodies. I looked around and quickly realized that I was going to need help. Not only with how to lift with correct form, but to get the big weights off of the bars so that I could replace them with smaller ones for me to lift. I went to the customer service desk to ask for assistance. Luckily, they had someone available.
“Hi!” said a rather high-pitched voice. I expected to see someone about my size, but I turned around to see a very large bald man with piercing blue eyes smiling down at me. “I hear you to want lift some weights today?” Now, I am not usually intimidated by anyone, especially men. But oh Lord, there was something stirringly sexy about this guy. He wore the logo-clad black polo shirt and black pants that are the club uniform, but the shirt seemed to be stretched to its limit. I could tell he was ripped under all of those clothes. He was about 6’4” or so, at least 300 lbs., and he said, “My name is Michael. Are you ready?” I cleared my throat, “Um, yes?”
I followed him to the free-weight area. Wow, nice ass. I like asses. Michael was very knowledgeable, and quickly took me through several exercises, showing me correct form and how to increase the weight when it gets too easy. Occasionally one of the other lifters would ask him to help, calling out “Yo! Big man, can I get you to help me right quick?” I was wishing I’d put on a little makeup that day. But I was there to workout, not to pick up dudes; a fact I had to remind myself whenever I felt and smelled Michael’s large body so close to me.
After an hour on the weights, I was dripping with sweat and totally spent. I’d learned he’d worked in the fitness industry for 15 years, he was 35, single, and lived close by. He promised he’d be there to help me whenever I needed it and he wasn’t already busy with a client.
I went to the locker room and changed into my swimsuit. After rinsing off in the shower I saw that there was a lap lane open in the pool, so I swam some laps. Then I went to my very favorite areas of the club, the dry sauna. It’s taken me a few weeks, but I’ve built up to sitting in the 180 degree heat for about 18 minutes at a time. My skin has never looked better or felt softer! After that I took a shower & got dressed.
Michael was standing at the front desk with several other employees and patrons, chatting and laughing (I hope not at me!). “That was a great workout, Michael. Thanks again.” “Anytime, sweetheart.” Wow, sweetheart? Interesting.
I went home and checked emails, answering some and marking others for later viewing. After vegging out and watching TV for a couple of hours, I got the munchies. I went to the grocery store, which happens to be right next to the gym, and picked up some celery and cheese to nibble on. I wondered if the gym was still open, so I drove by. Most of the lights were off but I could see a person still inside. I pulled up a little closer and noticed it was Michael. He looked up and I smiled and waved. He got a broad grin and waved back. He motioned for me to roll down my window as he came outside. “What, are you already back for more punishment? I didn’t give you enough earlier??” “Oh gosh no, just getting some late night munchies. Are you the only one here?” “Yeah, I am the lucky guy who gets to close up shop once a week, and this is my night. Wanna come in and see what it’s like when there’s no one here?” “Yeah!”I parked and he opened the door for me.
Normally buzzing with activity, it was eerily quiet inside. The music had been turned off, the machines were all silent, and the only movements were the ceiling fans silently spinning. “Wow, it’s so still!” “Yeah, I like it when it’s quiet like this. I can finish up my paperwork without any interruptions. Ha, don’t tell anyone, but I like to hit the hot tub sometimes before I leave too. It’s nice to have it all to myself and I can stretch out. Plus it’s all dark so no one can see me. Actually, I’m almost finished now. Want to take a dip in the hot tub with me?” “I don’t have my suit with me.” “I’m game if you are,” he replied with a wink. If I were a man I would have had an instant boner. “Ok,” I said with a smile.
We went into the men’s locker room. Michael walked over to one of the lockers and took out two towels and handed one to me. He turned around and took his clothes off as I finished disrobing and put the towel around me. “Let’s go.”
The bubbles in the hot tub had been turned off, but it was still nice and hot in there. There were a few lights still on, but it was very dark. We climbed out of our towels and in to the hot water. “Aahhhhh, this feels so good, especially after you worked me so hard today.” I looked over at his dimpled chin, bushy eyebrows and adorable smile. “How is it that you are single?” He took a deep breath. “I haven’t had the best of luck with relationships. My first real girlfriend broke my heart by moving away. She’d been offered an amazing job in another state and we’d only been seeing each other a few months. It took me a while to get over her. My next girlfriend, who later became my wife, cheated on me with my best friend. Now they and my daughter live in Oregon. After that, I just kept myself busy with work and school, and really didn’t date. Now I’ve been single for about 5 years.” I could relate, as I’d been single about that long too. “I do miss the touch of a woman though…” I reached out my hand to touch his arm and said, “You know, I happen to be a woman…..” “Yes you are, and a beautiful one at that.” I put my hand on his face, stroked it gently, and kissed his lips lightly. He responded, pulling me to his massive chest and deepening the kiss, and I could feel his excitement growing against my leg. “You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said between kisses. He reached out and gave them a squeeze. “Oh damn those are totally real, aren’t they? I thought for sure that they were fake, no offense.” "None taken honey!" I reached down to feel his two boys. “Are these real?” I jokingly asked. My hands roamed over his washboard abs. The poor guy obviously hadn’t been touched in a long time, as he was putty in my hands. I could feel his hardness under the water, so I dove down and put my mouth on him. I could feel him grabbing my shoulders. I surfaced with a smile. He firmly took me by the waist, placing me on his lap. I arched my back to give him access to the ladies. I felt his mouth close over one of my hard nubs and shuddered as he suckled. “Oh baby, that feels so good,”I cried. I held his head close as he worked my nipple with his teeth and tongue.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked. “Oh fuck I hope so,” I breathed. “Are you on the pill?” “Yes.” And with that he plunged into me and came almost immediately. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be honey, you needed that didn’t you?” “More than you know.”
We basked in the glow for a while before getting out and toweling off. I took a quick shower to rinse off while he secured the hot tub area. When he came back into the locker room I was laying naked on one of the benches. “You know, turnabout is fair play,” I purred as I sat up and spread my legs. He knelt down in front of me and gently began kissing my juicy cunt. He was such a tease with his technique, licking my clit for a bit and then darting his tongue deep between my pussy lips, before lightly sucking and doing it all over again. Finally he concentrated his efforts on my clit, massaging it with just enough pressure. I came hard. When he looked up at me his face was glistening with my come. He kissed me with my wetness on his lips, letting our juices intermingle. He stood up, took me by the hand to help me up, and walked me to the shower.
Under the steamy stream of the hot water, he bathed me. Producing another towel, he wet it with soap and water and gently scrubbed my body down. When he was finished I was tingling, and my pussy was throbbing to be fucked. I put my hands against a wall, poked my ass out and said, “Think you can handle this?” He took my hips, found my wet pussy crack with his cock and buried it deep into me. He began to stroke rhythmically, fucking me, and I felt goose bumps on my skin from the erotic sensations I was feeling. He hugged me tighter, curving his body over my back, and I could feel his member growing inside me as he got closer and closer to his climax. As he gripped me and fucked me from behind he rubbed my clit with his fingers. As he rubbed madly, I felt myself starting to come I exclaimed, “I’m going to come babeeeee!” He had no trouble following suit.
We rinsed off, toweled off, and got dressed. We walked out to the gym area.
“Michael?” “Yes?” “I think I need to take you on one of these weight benches before I go. That okay with you?” I reached into his pants found that he was hard again (or still?). “Gimme,” I said, and helped him pull his pants down so I could suck on his much-neglected cock. I love to suck cock, as many of you can attest to. I began with his boys, licking and sucking them until they were soaked with my sweet saliva. He was nice and shaved, and he moaned with ecstasy as my slippery tongue glided over his soft sack. As I did this I rubbed his cock, making him curse softly under his breath. I looked up at him
while sucking, making him twitch as he watched. I licked up and down the length of his shaft, and he watched me in fascination. I swirled the head of his cock with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. I heard him inhale sharply, and stopped for a moment as I didn’t want him to come right away. I wanted him to enjoy this for a while.
I continued to play lightly, licking up and down, occasionally swiping my tongue down to his balls, until finally I took him fully into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could, and I knew that whether I liked it or not he was going to come pretty quickly. I sucked and stroked and as he exclaimed, “OH FUCK!” I pointed the tip of his cock at my neck so he could give me a pearl necklace. He shot his warm, sticky load onto my neck and chest, head thrashing side to side as he spewed. Then, he lay there exhausted.
He grabbed his duffle bag and took out one of the towels he’d just used. He sweetly cleaned me up, then himself. “So is this part of the training package?” I asked. “Ha, no. Not everyone gets this kind of attention!”
Since then I’ve seen him around, smiling slyly and waving coyly. I have no idea if I’ll ever work out with him again, carnally or otherwise. But at least I have a naughty little secret to think about whenever I go to the gym. In fact, I think it’s time for my workout!
I am working on a new story, and I'll have it out in the next month or two. In the meantime, I was informed that last joke sucked. So here's another one, which is probably worse:
Bill, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old tall, tan and terrific babe who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bill's arm and listens intently to his every word. His buddies at the club are all aghast.
At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, “Bil...l, how did you get the trophy girlfriend?”
Bill replies, “Girlfriend? She's my wife!”
They are knocked over, but continue to ask. “So, how did you persuade her to marry you?”
“I lied about my age”, Bill replies.
“What did you tell her, you were only 50?”
Bill smiles and says, “No, I told her I was 90.”
I hope you enjoy reading about my many adventures. Just because I haven't written about any doesn't mean I'm not having them! I'll give you a nice, hot & steamy story soon. But for now, here's a little story about Tom and Earl:
Two buddies, Tom and Earl, were two of the biggest baseball fans in the world. Their entire adult lives, Tom and Earl discussed baseball history in the winter, and they poured over every box score during the season. They went to sixty games a year. They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.
One summer night, Tom passed away in his sleep after watching a Mariner's victory earlier in the evening. He died happy. A few nights later, his buddy Earl awoke to the sound of Tom's voice from beyond.
"Tom is that you?" Earl asked.
"Of course it’s me," Tom replied.
"This is unbelievable!" Earl exclaimed. "So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?"
"Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the good news first."
"Well, the good news is that, yes, there is baseball in heaven, Earl."
"Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?"
"You're pitching tomorrow night."
I have a lovely lady friend who has family in Eastern Washington. Her family lives near Omak, and she and her family have been kind enough to invite me out a few times. There is no cell service for about the last 50 miles into this little tiny town, so if I needed to use it I had to drive for about an hour on graveled and twisted country roads. The folks out there are so nice, they will happily pull over to the side of the unpaved road if they are driving their tractor too slowly - and even give you a friendly wave as you pass by! There is no rumble of traffic beginning at 5am in the morning. The house is not spotless. The breezes are warm. I slept SO soundly out there!! Well, until the night of the barn dance....
My girlie friend Hannah and I had spent all day at the local rodeo that afternoon. What a fun, dusty time! After cleaning up back at the house, we had an incredible steak dinner grilled up by her Ma. Then we got in my car to head back down to the barn dance.
I haven't been one to like cowboys or country music or anything like that. But wow, these guys were HOT!! It was a warm night, so many were clad only in tanks, jeans, those hotass cowboy hats (I have a thing for them now), and shit-kickers. A few were missing teeth, but hey so were some of the gals out there. But all had that raw male smell on them of hard work, sunshine, dust & sweat. And the bodies on these blokes; I'm thinking farming does a body good.
Hannah and I made our way to the bar they'd set up & ordered a couple of beers. Just then a couple of tanned and gorgeous boys came up and offered to buy our drinks for us. I love a man with good timing, so we accepted the beers & went to find a place to post up (for those older folks, post up means to stand somewhere near the action, to chat, to see, & to be seen). The one talking mostly to me was taller, leaner, tanned skin with golden wavy hair, and he said his name was Clint. He was the more handsome of the two, and kind of reminded me of Heath Ledger. Hannah's guy was a bit shorter than Clint, but still tall and imposing. His name was Trevor, and while he was not quite as muscular as Clint, he did have an adorable baby face that didn't seem to quite go with his rough exterior. We found both of them to be gentlemen, however. They called us ma'am, which I liked but Hannah didn't. Turns out they were both 28 and married, but the wives were home with the kids. They wanted to hang out with us for the evening, and so we danced and drank. They even bought us tequila shots! But only one because I still had to drive back to the farm. When I turned down the second shot offered because of that fact, Clint suggested we go back to their place & drink there. He had a bottle of rum and a bottle of tequila in the truck & they would stop & get beers & colas at the little (tiny) general store in town (okay it's just a street). Hannah and I got in my car and they got in Trevor's truck and made our way out to their place..
We went in & made ourselves comfortable. I had my iPhone and a little set of portable speakers with me, so I turned on some music. Hannah got comfy in the easy chair in the corner, I sat on a couch, Clint sat next to me and Trevor sat in a recliner. They lit a fire in the fireplace as we chatted and laughed and drank. It became clear that we were quickly losing Hannah. Before long, it was silent in her corner. I put a blanket on her & Trevor turned out a couple of lights. Clint said, "Ahh, mood lighting." I turned to him, grinned my devilish grin and said, "What are you in the mood for, cowboy?" He got up, took me by my waist and kissed me. Oh, he was a delicious kisser, and as many of you know I LOVE to kiss. He pulled me closer to his rock hard chest and reached down to squeeze my ass cheeks. Fuck he was so strong, his hands were like vice grips. I sighed as I kissed him back, loving the feeling of him against me. He started walking me toward the bedroom. Just then Trevor spoke up and said, "Well I guess I'm out of here...." I said, "OH no you don't sweetheart. I think I'd like you to stick around for a bit. Okay?" He sat back down, a stunned look on his face. "Okay." I motioned for him to follow, and he did silently.
Clint laid me down on the bed, cupping my breasts over my tank top. He found my hard, brown little nipple through the fabric and gently pinched it. "Harder baby," I sighed. He pinched a little harder, and as I moaned in pleasure he pinched even a bit harder. At that point he pushed my shirt up in order to gain full access to my jumblies. "Goddam woman, those are some nice tits!" He hungrily gobbled up one of my nipples with his mouth while his hand squeezed the other breast. I looked back at Trevor. He hadn't moved, and was watching intently.
Clint pulled my tank top up over my head and start burying his face in my cleavage. "I bet it would feel good to put my cock between those two beautiful boobs," Clint murmured between kisses. I sat up and said, "Well why don't you?" He pulled his tank off & dropped his jeans, to reveal a very nice, and surprisingly uncircumsized, cock. It hung a little to the right and was about average size and length. Perfect! I laid back and pushed my tits together so he could fuck my cleavage. I was hot as usual, so our sweat and his precum were all the lubricant we needed. With each thrust I was able to lick the tip of his head, swirling my tongue around it. "Oh damn lil darlin those things are fuckin perfect!!" I could feel my cunt dripping with my juices, as I took him into my mouth and worked my magic. I took as much of him down my gullet as I could, sucking him down and licking his head, using my lips to bring him to the breaking point but then backing off just a bit. I enjoy giving head, and I am great at it. I love the effect my talents have on my male friends. Clint liked it too, as he proceeded to exclaim, "Oh SHIT girl I'm coming!!!!" and squirted his warm jizz all over my breasts. Most men simply aren't prepared for the pleasure my mouth brings them, and many come quickly. ;-)
I grabbed a still-damp beach towel from the day before and wiped myself clean. As Clint lay there on the bed, panting and completely spent, I turned to Trevor again. He had taken his cock out and was rubbing it - and holy shit it was HUGE!! He was at least 8 inches long, and was as thick as a summer sausage. I smiled at him, that seductive little smile I have, and said, "Looks like it's up to you to finish me off. Come here baby, take your clothes off." Trevor rose and came to me. Without a word, he turned me on my stomach, pulled my hips up to him, and plunged his huge cowboy cock into my wet and waiting pussy. Damn if its not always like the first time, like a virgin. The first blessed shock of hard flesh pushing through my pussy lips and into my body....it gives me chills every time. Clint stirred beside us and started playing with my bouncing tits. He is obviously a breast man. In the meantime Trevor filled me up, and fucked me good before turning me over. "You're so pretty, those Seattle boys probably don't even appreciate you, do they baby girl?" I know I'm in my 30's, but I still love being called baby girl. He pulled me close as I could feel his cock growing bigger inside of me. He was about to cum. Just then he yelled loudly and exploded his jizz into my belly.
The three of us lay there, spent and satisfied. Amazingly, Hannah slept through the whole episode. I suggested to my new friends that we take a quick shower together before I woke Hannah up to leave. That was some soapy wet fun, as they bathed me and themselves. Of course me and soap are sluts, so I took both of their members by each hand, soaped them up good and jacked them off in the shower. We all cleaned up, dried off, and I drove a sleepy friend and myself back home.
The next morning, Hannah and I awoke to two large and colorful bouquets of wild flowers at the front door of the house, as well as some flowers tucked under the windshield wiper of my car. Maybe I'll see them again next year - Lordy I hope so!!
My very first experience as an escort was with Jillian Roberts, and a gent named Gus. They both knew I was new, and I have to tell you - the experience was wonderful! When Gus had gone Jillian turned to me and asked, "Well?" The big smile on my face was answer enough. A new escort had been born.
That was last June. Since then I've only visited with male hobbyists, but always wondered what it would be like to be with a couple. Then I was contacted by David.
David came to see me in early April, and is a lovely man. A tall, solid gent, he'd just retired & had been partying quite a bit. David has a lady friend, Cami, who likes to play with other lady friends, and he asked if I'd be interested in playing with them. I pondered it for about a week before nervously agreeing.
Now here I must explain that women have always intimidated me, especially strong women. I have always been more at ease around the guys. I didn't know what to do with a woman, how to dress for her, or how to touch her body. Would she like me? Would she be as critical of my body as I am? Will she make me go down on her? I kissed a woman back in my stripper days, but that was years ago and for show. This would be for pleasure.
We decided to meet at her place. Cami met me with a big smile at the door. She was about my exact size & shape, which immediately put me at ease. Her brunette hari was cut and styled into a cute bob falling right above her soft shoulders. She wore a black dress and black stockings.
I went in and sat down in the living room of Cami's house, which luckily is only about 6 miles from where I live. David was there, enjoying a scotch on the rocks. Cami went to get me some wine. "Well? What do you think of her?" he asked. I shrugged and said, "So far so good honey!"
Cami came back with my glass of wine & handed it to me before sitting down next to me. We chatted easily & sipped wine for about 45 minutes, then we adjourned to her bedroom.
I mentioned perhaps we could start off by my watching the two of them first. They agreed. Everybody lost their clothing, and they got into position. They had a foam rubber wedge on the foot of the bed with the tallest edge right at the edge of the bed. They'd also set up some hooks over the bed. I soon found out what those hooks were for.
Cami went around to the side of the bed and got some black straps with velcro'd cuffs on the one end of them, hooks on the other. She handed them to David to hook to the ceiling. She got up on the wedge & he began putting her leg up and securing one of her lovely feet into on of the cuffs. Being the helpful person I am, I took her other leg & secured her other foot in the other cuff. Now she was spread open on the edge of the bed, beautiful little cunt open and waiting to be fucked, licked, sucked, and pleasured.
David bent down in front of her wide open legs and buried his face in her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. Cami has the most beautiful nipples, large and dark, so I thought I'd pop one in my mouth to see what that was like. I found it was very nice! I sucked on her for a little bit while David teased her with is tongue. I ran my hands over her soft body. It was so different than touching a man! I have always found beauty in every woman I see. I love women, and often times are in awe of them, much like men are (right?). But Cami is the first woman to ever stir up something in me sexually.
Cami had shown me a little device she'd wanted to use on me, but I decided I'd use it on her first. It was a skinny little gray vibrator, with a little bend at the end to stimulate the G-spot (this is not a club gentlemen; if you don't know what this is please please look it up!!) I turned it on the lowest setting & started rubbing her clit with it, eliciting more moans of from her. I probed inside just a little, before David decided he had to have her pussy. I rubbed her with the little gray vibrator while he fucked her, and I swear I think I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment. Before long, Cami came, hard.
Then, it was my turn. When they made sure I felt comfortable enough (wine always helps with this) they strapped me in. Oddly, I didn't feel as vulnerable as you'd think. David and Carla were very gentle with me the whole time, making sure they weren't asking too much of me too quickly, or "freaking" me out. Quite the contrary - I was very comfortable with these two!!
Cami left for a brief moment while David was hooking me up. She came back with some ice cubes and said, "Okay this might be a little intense at first, just tell me if you don't like it." She sat down on the bed next to me, put an ice cube in her mouth and started to lick me. Oh it was intense all right! But in a wonderful, nummy way. I'd had had ice cubes used on me before, but she was so gentle, it was so delicious. David then started to fuck me, and wow it was a different experience in those straps! But not at all unpleasant. Cami got out the little gray vibrator (I'm seriously getting me one of those things), put a little condom on it, turned it on low, and started rubbing my button with it. I'm not sure I've come as quickly as I did, and poor David - I came so hard I bucked him off & out of me!!
He had saved his juice for her, and since they were a couple he didn't have to wear a condom when he had sex with her. So we got her back in & he finished off with his own explosion.
All in all, I had a waaay better time than I ever thought I would. I'm sure it has everything to do with the amazing couple who found me, and who are being wonderful enough to be my teachers. I sure hope they call again! (Incidentally, they did.) ;-)
Recently I received a special request from a handsome, sweetheart of a gent whom I’ve been seeing pretty regularly for the last few months. I’ve been lucky enough to meet some exceptional people, but once in a while one of you darlings weasels his way right into my heart. This man has done just that, so I really wanted to help him live out a self-admitted, life-long fantasy of his. To protect his privacy, as well as to save him some embarrassment, I’ve changed identifying details, including his name. For this story, I’ll call him Fredrick.
Fredrick was interested in a very specific type of role play. It took a while and a little bit of coaxing, as he was shy about admitting his naughty little vision. But I finally got it out of him. Fredrick’s fantasy was to be somehow in trouble with his lady – so much so that she felt prompted to turn him over her knee and give him a sound spanking on his bare bottom. I said, “Honey, let’s do it!”
Fredrick and I traded emails and texts, discussing what the scene would be. We would meet for dinner near his home, and he would be late – again. The background story was that he was always late, and me as his loving girlfriend was getting rather fed up with it. I looked like the girlfriend from the waist up; nice sweater, soft & wavy, not wearing too much makeup. But below the waist I wore a gray miniskirt - the shortest skirt I owned, with soft black thigh high stockings and gray flannel high heels. Here is the rest of the story, from my standpoint as his girlfriend:
I entered our favorite restaurant, looked around and, as per usual, there was no Fredrick. I was right on time, and he was late – AGAIN. I was seated and asked for a drink. Why does he keep doing this to me, I wondered. I told him twice what time to meet me, and he even repeated it back. Doesn’t he care about me enough to meet me on time? Sigh. I’m going to have to address this once and for all.
Luckily for Fredrick, he arrived before my drink did. So okay, he wasn’t that late. But the point was, he was never on time to meet me. He’d be tardy anywhere from a few minutes to sometimes an hour or more. He always had excuses, and I refuse to play the role of the nagging girlfriend. But just once I’d like to show up to find my sexy boyfriend smiling and waiting in anticipation for me, like I always am for him.
“Hi sweetie, I’m so sorry traffic was a war zone.” He took his coat off, sat down & looked up as I hadn’t said anything yet. I smiled a tight smile & took a deep breath. “Uh oh, you’re mad.”
“I’m not as much mad as I am hurt, honey. I just don’t understand why you can be on time to work, to sporting events, sheesh to everywhere but meeting me. You know, if I were your boss you’d be fired by now, or at least get some other sort of punishment.”
Then it struck me. Punishment. That gave me an idea. I smiled and looked at him. “What?” he asked, a little nervously.
“I think I know how to, shall we say, encourage you to be on time from now on.” “Um, how? Please don’t be angry honey. I’m an idiot and I’m so sorry. I’ll be on time from now on, really.”
“Fredrick, I’ve heard that before. Now let’s figure out what we want to eat because I’m starving & you’re being late hasn’t helped that one bit.”
We settled into our meal, enjoying each other’s company, the drinks and the food. We really have a great relationship, and I certainly would not break up with him for being late all of the time. But one thing I’ve learned is that in life and in love, you have to teach people how you want to be treated. It was time to teach my hunk of a boyfriend how to treat me, his lady.
Fredrick lives so close to the restaurant that we like to walk there & then back after we eat. As we strolled along hand-in-hand, he stopped, took me in his arms and kissed me. “Honey, I really am sorry for being late again, and I really do care and respect you. Do you forgive me baby?”
I kissed him back. “You know I can’t stay mad at you for very long, even if you do deserve it. Now come on I’m cold & we have something to discuss before I can forgive you fully.”
We made our way home. When we got there he poured us a couple of glasses of Chardonnay and asked, “Okay, what do you want to discuss?”
I had gone into the bathroom to search for the perfect tool I’d need for the next ten minutes or so. “Be out in a minute,” I yelled. Shoot, I thought, where is it where is it AHH here it is. With a very impish smile, I walked slowly into the living room where Fredrick sat. I held my paddle hair brush in my hands, and was tapping it in the palm of my left hand while holding it in my right.
Fredrick cocked his head. “What are you doing with that? Do you want me to brush your hair baby?” “Perhaps later,” I responded, sitting on the couch next to him. “I’ve asked you numerous times to be on time. I’ve asked nicely. I’ve asked not so nicely. I’ve begged, pleaded, cried, and now, well now I’ve decided that you need corporal punishment.” “Corporal punishment? What does that mean?” “It mean, my love, that you are going to get put over my knee, right now, for a nice, hard spanking.” “WHAT????” he exclaimed. “You heard me. Maybe that will teach you to be on time. Now come on, get those pants off.” “You must be joking,” he laughed. I gave him a level stare. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
Fredrick got up, set his wine glass down on the coffee table, and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. I could tell, he still did not believe I’d actually do it. “Now drop them.”
He dropped his pants. “Drawers too,” I commanded. He raised his eyebrows but did as he was told. “Now, over my lap.” He hesitated. “Do you want me to forgive you or not?” I asked. He got to his knees, and bent over my lap.
“Now, I want you to relax and take your lumps.” I lightly tapped his right ass cheek with the back of the hairbrush. “Ha, is that all you got,” he said, “this is going to be eas – OUCH!!” he said as I smacked him again, much harder this time. “Okay baby okay I get it…” SMACK! I smacked him again. SMACK SMACK SMACK. I was starting to enjoy this.
“Promise you me that you’ll never be late to meet me again.”
“Well Bella I can’t always predict – OUCH BABY!” I smacked him a couple more times.
“Promise me, Fredrick”
“I can’t honey I never know what – OUCH SHIT BABY!” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“You have to promise me, Fredrick. Promise me that you’ll never, EVER be late again.”
“Bella I…” SMACK. Silence. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“Promise me, Fredrick. Never again.”
“Never ever?” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “Okay okay baby okay I promise I promise!!!”
It was a good thing he finally promised because he was starting to get some rosy marks on his hind quarters!
After that we made love, but I had to be careful of his bottom because it was still stinging from my teaching him his lesson. But that is a story for another day….
I was brought up as a strict Baptist, yes, I know look at me now. I can remember how different people acted on Sunday, than they did during the rest of the week. I mowed lawns for extra money after school, and my Dad had gotten me a job doing the church's grass and our pastor's who lived directly next door to the church. He was an older man, probably in his later 40's or early 50's. His wife was a bit younger than him. She was a fairly attractive woman, and was always very friendly towards me.
One day I was mowing their lawn, and it was exceptionally hot outside. I was sweating profusely, and she came outside and offered me a cold glass of tea. I happily accepted the tea and she told me to come inside and enjoy the air conditioning and cool off a little.
I entered their house and she sat me at the kitchen table. I was drinking my tea. She kept staring at me. I was pretty muscular, and my wet tank top stuck to my chest. She was wearing her usual. A conservative dress, and panty hose, and heels. I knew that she probably had a killer body beneath her clothing, but she never showed any of it at all. I called her Mrs. Brown, or Sister Brown. That day as I called her Mrs. Brown, she asked me if I would call her Bonnie.
As Bonnie and I talked it was quite obvious that she was pretty lonely. Her husband was always gone, visiting shut-ins, going to the hospital to see sick members of the congregation and so on. I noticed that she kept staring at my chest as my soaking wet tank top clung to me. She made a comment about how muscular I was for my age. I thanked her for the compliment. "You are quite a nice looking lady" I replied to her. She blushed as I complimented her.
She continued staring at me. "Would you like a clean t-shirt?" she asked me. "Ok, sure that sounds great" I replied. I started to go to the rest room to change, but she told me she had just waxed the floor and it was still wet. So, I took my tank top off there in her kitchen. As I stood there shirtless, she came up behind me. "You look so tense" she said. Her hands rested upon my broad shoulders. She began rubbing my shoulders, giving me a massage, and quite a hardon I might add.
Her breathing became faster and quite erratic, as she rubbed my shoulders, and her hands slid down my wet chest. She softly moaned as she rubbed my firm young chest. I grabbed her hand and pushed it towards the large bulge in my shorts. She gasped as her hand touched my swollen crotch. "Go ahead and touch it" I told her. "No one will ever know" I added. Mrs. Brown began gripping the bulge with her hands. I undid my button, and unzipped my levi shorts. I pulled my large, throbbing hard cock out. Her eyes got very wide and she smiled as she looked at the 9 inches of my hard cock.
"Go ahead and stroke it, you know you want to" I told her. Mrs. Brown gripped my cock with her soft hands. She softly moaned as she began stroking my hard pulsating cock. I stood and faced her. She continued stroking my hard cock as I pressed my lips to hers. I slid my tongue inside of her mouth. She was shaking as I began french kissing her. "Mmmm..." she moaned. Her own wet tongue began circling mine as we passionately kissed.
I cupped her large breasts through her flowered dress and gave them a firm squeeze. I could feel her nipples harden beneath my fingers. I slid one of my hands lower, and up inside of her dress. I rubbed her hot pussy through her cotton panties. She was very wet. She moaned softly as I rubbed her hot pussy through the cotton material. Her hand never missed a stroke on my hard cock. I began to unzip her dress from the back. I let it slip to the floor. She stood before me in her bra, panties, and hose. I undid her bra and removed it from her. Her breasts were probably a 38D and her brown nipples were quite large. I took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. I gently nibbled and sucked it.
Mrs. Brown moaned louder as I sucked her beautiful breasts. I quickly removed her wet panties and hose from her body. She had very long, pretty legs. I looked at her very hairy bush between her legs. My hand quickly found her clit. I rubbed the swollen bud with my thumb as I slid a finger inside of her. She moaned very loudly as my finger entered her hot pussy. I knelt between her legs, and pulled her wet pussy lips apart with my fingers. As my tongue darted inside of her, she yelped. Her body began to shake wildly as she climaxed. "God, you are so hot" I told her. "Jesus, the Reverand has never kissed me there" she said. "Do you like it?" I asked her. "Oh yes baby, I love it" she moaned. I quicky took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked it for her.
Her juices were flowing quite freely into my young mouth. She climaxed again very intensely. I held her to keep her from falling. I stood up, and pushed her to the floor. My long thick throbbing cock was only inches from her mouth. I pushed her mouth against the big pulsating head. She opened her mouth and took me inside. It felt wonderful. She swirled her tongue all around my big cock head. I moaned as she continued taking me deeper into her mouth. She licked the hot oozing precum from my cock, hungrily. I knew she needed to be fucked really bad. So I pulled her from the floor. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked her. "Over there" she whispered, pointing at a door down the hall.
I led her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. I pushed her pretty legs widely apart and began pressing my swollen cockhead against her wet pussy. She moaned as I slowly entered her tight neglected pussy. It felt so hot, tight and wet. I slowly fucked her. My cock slid deeply into her. She quickly wrapped her long legs around my back, pulling me deeper inside of her. It felt as if my cock hit the back of her pussy as I thrust forward. Mrs Brown came furiously as I slowly fucked her, keeping my dick buried deeply inside of her. I bit her large erect nipples and squeezed her big pretty breasts with my hands.
She bucked her hips wildly beneath me. "God, I'm gonna cum" I moaned to her. "Oh, yes, baby, give it to me, I want it all" she yelled. My cum erupted deeply into her hot pussy. She grunted and thrust against me. As my hot cum began squirting inside of her, she came. I pressed my mouth over hers, and passionately kissed her as we both came. She wiggled beneath me like she was on fire. I continued pumping my cum into her tight pussy. As my last drops of cum dripped into her, she kissed me passionately. "Oh, my Gosh" she said, "I have never felt like that before."
I was still rock hard as I looked at her pretty naked body. I rolled her to her stomach and entered her from behind. She grunted as I fucked her doggy style. My cock was embedded very deeply inside of her extremely tight pussy. I could feel her pelvic bone as I thrust into her with great fury. I fucked her hard and fast this time. She came quickly as my large cock pounded away at her pussy. The tightness, and thrill of what was happening kept me from lasting very long, I grunted and came. Once again, I emptied my hot cum deep inside of her wonderful pussy. She thrust her pretty ass against me, keeping me deeply inside of her. I firmly squeezed her pretty breasts as I pounded away inside of her hot pussy. As my last drops of cum oozed from my cock head, I withdrew it from her.
"Oh, Baby, she moaned, thank you so much" "You don't have to thank me" I told her. "It was incredible and I liked it to" I told her. "Can we do it again?" she asked. "Whenever you want" I said. She pulled me to her and passionately kissed me again. I quickly dressed and finished mowing her lawn for her. She kissed me before I left. "Please, come back soon" she told me, "I need you so bad" she added. I fucked her all summer, and no one knew besides me and her, and God.
You always hear about how hot preacher's daughters are, well, you should try their wives...............................