Happy Birthday - A Reader's Guest Post

I have a new regular reader that did me the honor of writing a story. It's the opposite of a Debbie Does You. I wanted to post it here, it's very creative. It also gave me an idea to start an IDD (I Did Debbie) feature as a counter part to DDU (Debbie Does You). 

See the details at the end of the story. 

Now on with the birthday celebration...

Having taken the day off for her Birthday, Ken decided he was finally going to get some playtime in with his beautiful wife of 25 years.
Debbie had packed her daughter off to school an hour before, showered and now stood over the sink cleaning the breakfast dishes in her robe when Ken appeared in the kitchen with his black bag of surprises.

Looking over her shoulder smiling, Debbie asked, “You inventorying your gear dear?” as she continued to clean dishes.  Her heart started beating faster at the thought of what Ken’s bag contained for her birthday today.
Ken began pulling out ropes and leather straps from his bag and laying them on the counter next to the thin sturdy kitchen table.  He ran his hand over the table with almost a soft caress when she looked back at him again.

Her nipples hardened at the sight.  This was Ken’s table, he had bought it at an estate sale years before.  When he brought it home, she had asked him why he would pay good money for such an ugly table.  His reply that day was a simple, “because it’s perfect.”
It was easily 100 years old and solid.  Someone had decided all those years ago they were going to make a thin long table that could obviously hold an elephant on it.  Four feet long and only a couple feet wide, it was more like a counter than a breakfast table.  He took it into the garage and for the next several days cleaned it up, stained it and decorated it with small painted wooden animal faces with open mouths down each of the legs.

“Artistic you are not my dear.” she replied, frowning at the animal faces.

Washing the dishes now she smiled at how wrong she was those years ago.
Ken had dropped to his knees and was threading large bolts into the threaded holes in each animal’s mouth on the legs of the table.  Each bolt had a large O for a top.  Once a bolt was fully threaded, he took a leather strap, tied it through the O on the bolt, and let the ends hang loose.  He placed several bolts on each leg, tied his straps and moved to another performing the same addition.

Debbie rubbed her legs together now as she finished up at the sink.
“Baby, we have not used the table in a long time, are you sure this is a good time?  Anyone could come over, its 9:00 in the morning.”

Ken never looking up, but rather continued his hook assembly on the table legs, “Our daughter is in school, I have the day off and neither one of us is getting any younger.  So to answer your question, yes, this is the perfect time.” 

Finishing the last hook, he looked up into her 50 year old beautiful eyes.  “Now lose the robe and get that sweet little ass over here.” smiling, he patted the table.

Debbie undid the knot at her waist and slipped the robe from her shoulders.  It fell in a pile at her feet as she slowly sauntered over to her husband.  Her large bare breasts and full nipples swaying as her curvy hips teased him with her seductive walk.
Reaching the table, she placed her hands on it and slid her palms across.  Her nipples and large breasts pressed into the familiar wood.  Ken took her legs and started attaching leather straps to them.  One attached at the ankle and a rather large wide strap around each thigh.  The leather straps from the table hooks were pulled through holes on each, then pulled tight, and tied.
Her legs were pulled apart almost to the point of discomfort and tied soundly as she lay splayed across the table.  Ken’s hand ran across her bare thigh and ass as he worked, softly caressing her.
The slow methodical exercise in binding her was the foreplay she had come to yearn for over the years.  Her spread legs showed the excitement building with the wet swollen lips of her sex.  Her wrists were tied to cords running up from the other table legs and pulled tight.
She was about to ask him a question when her mouth was filled with a large round ball gag.  The strap was tightened around her head and a loud “MMMnnnmmthh,” was all that crossed her lips as her eyes grew wide.
She was surprised at his new addition to the bag of surprises.  He had never gagged her before.  Always asking her questions during their sex play, this new twist had her pussy dripping now.  

A flash of metal in the morning sunlight brought her attention back to him.
In his hand it looked like he was holding a giant fishing hook, only it had a large chrome ball on the end where a hook should have gone.
Her eyes opened wide as another mumbled, “MMWuthuttt iiifgr ttaathgg”, slipped past her gag.

“Your second surprise of the morning Deb.”  He smiled twirling the giant hook in his hand. 

“Came in the mail last week, and I have been waiting to save it for a special occasion.  This my dear”, swinging the hook in front of her face, “is an anal hook”.

Her breathing now quicker he walked back behind her, “And we are going fishing for some ass this morning”.

She heard the hook drop to the table, followed by both his hands coming down hard on her ass cheeks with a loud slap.  David’s large hands pulled her cheeks apart dropping his mouth to her brown little hole licking circles around it.
Debbie started moaning through the gag, going to her tiptoes to try to push her ass into his invading tongue.  She felt him run a finger from her dripping cunt to her ass lubricating her tight little hole.  Her pussy felt the cold metal of the ball push through her swollen lips for just a second as he prepared it for its journey.  The ball slipped out of her pussy running up and down her wet lips and finally slipping back between her ass-cheeks
The pressure on her ass grew as he pressed the 2 oz ball against her tight muscle.  It finally slipped in as she groaned into the gag.  He worked the ball deep into her ass finally pressing the other end of the hook into the crack of her ass pointing up her back.  With a strip of rope, he tied the end of the hook to the strap holding in her ball gag on the back of her head.
With every little movement of her head, the ball would move and pull tight against the entrance of her ass.  With slow movements of her head, her moans became more pronounced as Ken realized she was ass fucking herself with the hook.

Just then, Ken’s cellphone began ringing.  Picking up the phone he looked at the number growling, “Christ I'm off today, what the hell?” 
Answering the call, his face sank.  “Shit, I'm sorry Bob, I totally forgot about it.  No it’s my bad, tell them I'll run it over.”  Listening, he finished with, “Don't worry I'll show them how to use it.”
Closing the phone Ken’s face dropped next to his wife’s, “Sorry babe, I forgot I left their new piece of test equipment in my truck.  I need to run it up to the work site quick.”

Debbie moaned into the gag expecting her husband to release her.  When she heard the sound of his steps walking away and Ken yell from the front door, “I wont be more than an hour hon.” She realized no matter how hard she screamed, the huge ball filling her mouth muffled everything.

For the next ten minutes, she screamed into the gag and shook, fuming at her husband for leaving her like this on her birthday.  As the time passed though, she began to again move her head playing with the sensations radiating from the twisting invader buried in her ass.  Eyes closed, she kept trying to get off on the hook moving in her tight ass but to no avail.  She thought to herself, this is not an anal hook its anal torture.  Her pussy dripping she could climb the mountain of pleasure; she just could not reach the summit.
Her eyes opened and a muffled scream came from her mouth.  Standing in the doorway was the 24-year-old son of her neighbor.  Eyes wide, he drank in the naked bound form of his sexy 50-year-old neighbor tied to her kitchen table.  Tyler had brought back several DVDs his mom had borrowed from Debbie and had let himself in just as he had a thousand times before. 
“Here are the DVD's we borrowed.”  He shuddered, sitting them on the counter.

Her eyes went to his, pleading to be released, then dropped to his tight jeans as she saw the outline of a giant hard cock stretching the material.  Several times her eyes went up to his and back to his crotch.
Tyler watched the bound homemaker looking down to his package and back to his eyes.  He took this as a signal that she wanted his big hard cock.  His hands dropped to his jeans unzipping them.  He pulled his hard thick 9-inch cock through the opening in his boxers.
Debbie's eyes went wide as she watched him pull out his long thick cock.  Pulled her head around trying to shake a “No” at him, she pulled the ball in her ass tight to her sphincter rubbing it.  The loud moan she made decided her fate that morning.

Tyler had seen many girls eyes go wide when they saw how well hung and thick he was.  Watching this sexy homemakers eyes drink in his cock excited him tremendously.  The moan she gave him might as well been a “Fuck me now Tyler” in his head.
When Debbie’s head came back around, he was gone.  She could no longer see him but felt a pressure against the swollen lips of her vulva.  The fat swollen head of his cock ran up and down the wet lips of her cunt.

Her body shook as she screamed into the ball gag.  The mouthful of plastic turning her screams of  “No” into loud long moans of “OOOhhhhhhh.” In 25 years of marriage, no other man had ever touched her.

Tyler was hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum as his “Desperate Housewife” continued moaning for him to fuck her.  He pressed his large tip past her wet lips; it stretched her outer ring until finally the head slipped past sinking several inches into her tight cunt.  The groan that left her lips pushed him forward pressing deeper into her dripping soft folds.
Her hands tightening and releasing pulled the restraints taught as she groaned a long low moan, finally crested that mountain.  Involuntarily her legs rose onto her tiptoes pushing him deeper still.

Tyler had not felt a cunt as tight as hers in a long time.  When the muscles of her pussy started to spasm, he felt like his cock was in the hand of a tight glove squeezing him repeatedly.  He groaned at the sensation, smiling at the thought of giving her an orgasm by just entering her.
His hands slipped up her bare sides and under her cupping her large breasts.  His thumbs rubbing her fat hard nipples as his mouth dropped next to her ear and he whispered, “There is a lot more of that to come Debbie”. 

Pressing his hips forward and driving the last several inches of his thick cock deep into her contracting pussy he began long slow strokes.
Tyler had fantasized about Debbie’s big tits his entire life and to be squeezing them now as his cock was acting like a piston in and out of her stretched cunt drove him on faster and faster.

Her groans had become screams of ecstasy as the young stud plowed her pussy with his big hard stick.  Once he had mounted her with that big fat cock, in her sub mind he had claimed her.  His heavy tool brought her to that mountain peak again and again.  Her body covered in sweat, thighs dripping from her gushing cunt, she felt him finally tense and her eyes went wide.  She had not needed protection for years, Ken having had a vasectomy all those years ago.  Here was a young virile man about to fill her with his seed.

She felt him slam his hips into her round ass-cheeks driving his long cock home, its tip pressing though her cervix.  His balls tightened as his long prick began pumping his thick cum into her womb.  With each gasp from his lips, she could feel his cock spray its white-hot sperm deep into her.  This pushed her over the edge one last time.  Her muscles contracted, milking his long cock for every drop.

Collapsing on her back, she could feel his heart thumping in his chest in tune with his now softening cock inside her.  His hands holding her soft globes tight she purred into the gag.
From the doorway came clapping as Debbie jerked her head around.  Ken stood clapping his hands as Tyler’s deflating cock slipped from her wet hole She could feel the warm juices of their coupling flow from her opened cunt.

“Was it as good as you always dreamed he asked?” looking into Debbie's eyes.

Stepping back Tyler replied, “Your one lucky man dude.  I can’t imagine the enjoyment you have had from this piece of ass for the last 25 years.  Well...OK...I guess I can now.” he said with a smile as he pulled up his pants.  Leaning over he kissed Debbie’s neck and whispered “Thank you.”

Ken shook the boy’s hand as he left and walked back to his wife.  “You always wanted to try one of those big cocks darling, I couldn’t fit the boy in my bag of surprises.” 
Leaning over he removed the ball gag and kissed his wife. 

“Happy Birthday beautiful.”

 This could be the beginning of a brand new adventure in Dirty Debbie's Diary.  Would you like to write a story of you doing me?  Put your fantasy down on digital paper and send it to me.  Share it with all the like minded people here.  If I see there is interest I'll promote the feature because you know how I feel - The more the merrier! 

Just use the DDU link on the sidebar for now.

I look forward to being the one reading your stories and getting wet.

Debbie Does You #11 - Ride 'Em Cowgirl

I think it's so much fun how often people ask for me to write about threesome fantasies.  I think it's the most common fantasy out there.  It's also fun because many of them ask for me to one of the partners.  Today's DDU is no exception.












Dale and I had been living in Wyoming for over ten years now and I getting more lonely than I had expected.  You would think it would be fun being surrounded by men, but that isn't the case.  Our sheep ranch was large and much of the time was spent alone.  I missed having another woman to talk with.  Ever since our cook, Kim, got pregnant and left I've not only been burdened with more work, but I'm isolated again, wishing I could at least see more of my husband.
 Today, I got tired of it and put an ad on our website:

 Wanted: Experienced ranch cook
Looking for a female cook that is a self-starter.  Cook MUST have good food management skills and is required to buy, prepare, and cook three meals every day for the crew.
 Ranch provides housing and boarding.

Nothing really out of the ordinary in the ad, other than the specific request for a female.  Since this was my responsibility I could post the ad, interview possible candidates, and hire without input from my husband, Dale.

The days and then weeks went by.  I had forgotten how tedious it was to interview people for a job.  I had been through 15 applicants within a month and still haven't found a cook with not only the experience for a ranch our size, but that with which I felt comfortable.  I know that I wasn't advertising for a friend or companion, but with so few people around it's important that an employer and employee get along.

After six weeks I was starting to lose hope and I only had a couple of applicants left to interview.  Later that afternoon I started appointments with the last three applicants I had.  The first one that came in was Bonnie.  She had a lot of experience considering her age; she was about 5 years younger than I was.  The last ranch she worked on was in Arizona, so the change in climate was striking.  Her former ranch was smaller, but I gave her a chance and listened to her plans.
That evening I went through the last applications I had received and the notes I had taken.  I kept coming back to Bonnie.  She was young, enthusiastic, and smart.  I called her the next morning and offered her the job.  She accepted and plans were made for her to come and complete paperwork and move into her quarters.
Not long after that, I found out that Dale and the rest of the crew would be back. Bonnie and I started planning our menu for the great return and the upcoming 4 weeks the whole crew would be around.

It was wonderful seeing Dale come home again.  He was all tan and strong looking and I had ached for him for two months.  I needed to be with him almost immediately.  Without any shame, I ran out to meet him and fell into his arms, kissing him passionately, right there for the world to see.  I think I felt him harden against me right away.  I took his hand and ran into the house with him.


"Let's take a shower together, I'll clean your back", I said coyly.
All Dale did was smile, that intoxicating smile I feel in love with, and nodded.
The shower was warm and invigorating for the both of us.  The feel of a man's skin when it's slippery with soap is a tactile pleasure for me.  The site of Dale's semi-hard cock didn't hurt either and I took hold of it and started stroking.

"Oh baby I've missed you so much", Dale moaned.
I turned off the water and gently lead Dale by the cock to our bed.  We were all warm and wet and slippery, especially me, because it was a fair description of my pussy.
One great thing about Dale being gone for extended lengths of time was the hot sex we had when he returned.  Tonight was no exception.  We just needed to fuck!  Not a sweet long session of lovemaking, that would come later.  His strong thick cock was at full attention now.  He forcefully spread my legs wide; I tilted my hips upward and begged for him.  His cock stretched open my cunt and slammed deep inside me, balls deep.  I moaned out in the ecstasy of taking in my lover inside me.  He felt like hot metal inside me and my pussy hugged his cock to draw him into me and then unclenched to ease him up again.  The strokes were deep and fast and I fucked him back just as hard.

It was a wonderful four weeks, being able to work with Dale again.  Almost every night seemed like a re-exploration of each other.  His rock hard cock always showing me how much he missed me.  He approved of Bonnie and we planned some things together for the upcoming holidays.  That was the next time I would see him, in about 5 weeks.  When the day came that he and his crew had to leave, it felt as though he had just come back.  We waved good-bye to each other and Bonnie and I got back to running the household.

Days passed, and there was a big chore that Bonnie and I had to tackle before the men got back, a full cleaning of the kitchen, this included sweeping out the fireplace and restocking the pantry.  We had been working on it for two days, and time was running out.  I wanted to finish up so we got going first thing in the morning.  Over breakfast, we spoke of how lonely it gets without the men around.  Bonnie admitted that she had heard Dale and I making love when he was home last time.  I wasn't really embarrassed by it.  I revel in the wonder of making love with my husband and I told her so,
"It's a celebration of love you heard, all I can say is I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did, in many ways, you know it gets lonely here for me too.", she said wistfully.

I felt sorry for her especially since she such a caring and pretty young woman.  We commiserated with each other over coffee before we began the day's chores.
We had saved the worst to last, don't ask me why, a sweeping out of the fireplace and a restocking of inventory in the pantry.  I felt it best if we split up the work.  I took on the fireplace; Bonnie did the pantry.  All of a sudden a heard a loud 'thud' and Bonnie yelling "Oh Shit!"
I ran to her and two 20 pound bags of flour had fallen off the shelves and burst as they hit the ground.  Bonnie was covered in a light covering of flour.  It was almost laughable, but I saw that she seemed overwhelmed all of a sudden and began to cry.  I was practically her opposite, I was covered with soot.  I went to Bonnie and held her, rocking her, telling her everything was all right, it wasn't worth getting this upset over.

"We need to clean up", I was great at stating the obvious.

I didn't want to track flour and soot through the house to get upstairs, so we went to the shower outside the kitchen.  I started the water running, and told Bonnie to get her clothes off and wash up.  There was only a two-side screen to give a small amount of privacy, but Bonnie didn't care.  I turned my back to her as she got under the stream and I threw her clothes back into the kitchen.

"Debbie, there's no soap", Bonnie shouted out.
I grabbed the bar from the sink and brought it out to her.  She came out from behind the screen and into full view for me.  What a beautiful woman!  I realized I was staring and apologized.
"Join me Debbie, please", she asked

I didn't even think about it, I took off my clothes and got under the shower with her.  Bonnie handed me the soap and I began to lather her up.  It was sort of funny to think that I had been in a similar situation with Dale about 3 weeks prior.
I ran the suds over her breasts, her nipples were rock hard.  I thought maybe that the water wasn't warm enough, except I felt mine getting just as erect.  I was gentle with her; we didn't say a word to each other.  My hands, rubbed the soap to get more lather, then rubbed her shoulders, her back, breasts, and thighs.  The flour was off her no time, but I continued.  I was rinsing the water off her thighs when she spoke to me again,
"Go ahead Debbie, it's all right".

I knew what she wanted and I used the soap bar to run up and down her slit, sliding quickly over her swollen love nib.  She put her hands on my shoulders and told me how good that felt.  I stood back up and she took the soap from my hand, and did the honor of giving the same kind of washing.  The soot was off me quickly too, but she continued, finally kissing my ear.  She pushed her breasts again me as she kissed my neck.  I hadn't been with another woman since I was in college and truthfully, it was nice to have the feeling of a warm soft female pleasing me again.
I turned the water off, grabbed nearby towels for us and headed back inside.  Bonnie seemed apprehensive, as though she had done something wrong.  Once we were back inside, Bonnie started to apologize,
"I'm sorry Debbie, I don't know what came over me.  Are you going to fire me?''
I laughed, assured her that she still had her job, and took her by the hand and told her to be quiet.  Then I lead her to my bedroom.

I got on the bed and took my towel off.  When Bonnie saw me, she did the same.  She slid on top of me and started to kiss me, deeply and moaned into my mouth.  I gasped as she moved to neck, nibbling on it.  Her hands moved up to squeezed my tits, pushing them together; she treated each nipple with equal pleasure, sucking on one, letting it pop out of her mouth, then the other.  My hands moved down to her ass checks and I pulled her closer to me, beginning to finger her little puckered asshole.  She pulled herself up and wiggled her ass around my finger.

"So you like that Bonnie?", I asked.

She let me know just by nodding her head and moaning that she did.  I told her to open the nightstand drawer.  I jumped off the bed and went through my toy drawer, finding the perfect treasure, my strap-on. 
"Now Bonnie, get on your hands and knees for your boss".
She did as she was asking, looking back at me as I adjusted the strap-on.  I spread her ass cheeks and licked at her tight red hole, rimming her as my hand gave short slaps to her clit.  I gently bit her ass cheeks, and then licked at her asshole all the way down her slit to her pussy and back again.  Pleasure was washing over the both of us, delighted once again on the wonder of womanhood.  I leaned over her and tugged on her nipples.

It must have been our moans that caused the interruption of the female delight we were experiencing.  Dale was home and I didn't realize it right away.  I thought I heard a ruckus downstairs and turned around; there was Dale in the doorway!  When I stopped playing with Bonnie, she turned around and saw him too.  I immediately felt awful.  I suppose technically I was cheating on him.
"Dale, please understand", I said timidly.

He didn't say anything, he was looking past me.  I thought his anger was building, until I realized he was looking at Bonnie who was motioning him to join us.  Dale started moving towards us.
"Don't worry Debbie", he assured me
"Please continue"

I was so glad he said that, the smell of Bonnie's wet pussy was making me wetter and wetter and I wanted to fuck her.  Dale got in front of her and asked her, "Do you like men too?''
Bonnie assured him that she liked cock just as much as pussy.  Dale said it had been too long since he had seen a woman and now that there were two available to him, he wasn't going to hold back.  Dale was out of his dusty jeans and shirt in no time.

"Dale, Bonnie likes getting her ass played with, so I'm gonna fuck her up the ass", I announced.
I told Bonnie to move around and suck my cock to lube it up.  She stayed on her hands and knees and pulled my strap-on into her mouth.  She sucked on my special cock like a pro as I grabbed her hair and brought her face farther into my crotch.  Dale decided to help lube her up by licking at her cunt and drooling onto her asshole.
"She's ready Deb", he told me

Almost instinctively Bonnie turned around, tilted her ass up and wiggled it a bit, I eased my strap on into her tight hole, spreading it wide.  I rocked in and out of her, she moaned with each thrust, and then got louder as I fingered her dripping cunt.  Dale stayed standing facing us by the bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.  I don't know which he liked better, watching me with another woman or the idea of two women servicing his cock.  He first joined in my tugging on Bonnie's nipples.  I think her tits were actually bigger than mine were and she had darker areolas and big hard nipples, just the kind Dale liked.  He moved under her and bit on them just as I was shoving my thick rubber cock inside her.  Her moans of pleasure sent shock waves from my gut to my pussy.

I figured by now Dale's cock must have an indescribable hunger for pussy.
"I'm going to fuck the hell right out of you Bonnie", he said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and told me get my cock out of her ass because he was going to put a real one in there, hot and hard.  Bonnie sat on Dale's lap and leaned her back against his chest as I watched his cock disappear into her rosebud hole.
Kneeling in front of them I spread Bonnie's legs wide and Dale made her bounce on his dick.  This gave me a chance to lick and suck at Dale's nuts.  They were big and shaved; I loved how they felt in my mouth and the smell of them in my nose.  Now it was his turn to add his voice to moans and groans of pleasure in our bedroom.
After using my tongue as a platter for his heavy balls, I moved to the base of his rock hard cock, then to Bonnie's slit.  Her pretty pussy was exposed, but it wasn't getting any attention.  I decided I would give it the love it richly deserved.

Bonnie's slit was warm and silky, her juices were like a nectar, and when the tip of my tongue found her clit, it was swollen and not only peeking out from the inner folds of lips that usually hid it, it was purple and crying to be noticed.  The tears that wept from her clit were some of the most tasty pussy nectar I had ever had.  I cupped Dale's balls as I flicked and licked and sucked on it.  My hands were free to feel the majesty of her breasts and I explored them at the same time.  It wasn't too long until the room was pierced with her scream and she came, squirting into my mouth and over my lips.
Dale was the next to feed me.  I know he had been holding back a while.  I could tell by how heavy and tight his balls had gotten.  The familiar gasp and groan he uttered meant he was cumming, so I began to milk his balls by gently tugging on them.  His load shot into Bonnie's ass, it was intense and it was massive.  His warm jizz dribbled out of her and I gobbled it up as soon as I could.

We all got loose of each other and landed on the bed, laughing and catching our breaths.
I still needed to be serviced.  I still wanted to welcome Dale home.  I figured we would have our time together later that night.
We all seemed to get along so well.  The time that Bonnie had alone here was starting to get to her and I think she had left a bad situation or relationship before she got to our place.  I could feel it, the way women do.  We asked her if she would be staying on after this, especially because of the holidays.

Bonnie wanted to stay at least until the Spring.  I liked that.  I wanted to be with her again.  I wanted to work out a new living arrangement.  I thought we might have more to learn from each other.  All three of us had more to explore.  We had a few more months to do it.

Debbie Does You #10 - Two Hot Redheads

This DDU was especially fun to write.  I got the request from a member of a couple that wants to sort of make it a gift to her partner.
I hope you both enjoy it.

My boyfriend and I had been living together in a long-term relationship when my work began to include a lot of travel away from home.  We had a strong relationship and we didn’t mind sharing each other in bed with other people.
I had suggested to him that the next time I went away he find a “companion” to keep him warm until I returned.  That was two weeks ago.  My name is Lacy and now that it has all played out with my boyfriend, Tucker, I’d like to tell my adventure story.

I had to leave on a business trip that was going to be longer than usual, 6 days.  I reminded Tucker to look into getting another woman to take care of him while I was gone.  I assured him that everything was fine.  When I got back home, I asked him how it went in his attempt to find another woman.  I couldn’t believe it but Tucker actually seemed reluctant, even embarrassed about it.  I finally helped him to relax.

He explained that he went to a bar near his workplace.  He picked up a woman.

“Her name was Debbie, and god did she love to fuck!”, Tucker started.

“Go ahead, tell me more”, I asked as my fingers moved inside my panties.

He went on to tell me about how vocal she was in bed.  She had no problem in telling him what she liked and what she wanted.  Her tits were big and her nipples large and hard, something Tucker liked.  He liked seeing hard nipples because they assured him that he was turning the woman on.  Her pussy was tight and she was so wet after his foreplay that he easily glided into her.  Nevertheless, it was nothing loving after that.

“I just pounded the fuck out of her cunt Lacy”, he said, almost proud that he didn’t care about her.

By now, my fingers were tickling my clit.  I was intrigued.
Tucker did tell me about a disappointment he had with her.  She wasn’t into ass-play at all like you are honey.  She didn’t want his cock or fingers anywhere near her tight little rosebud hole or cheeks.

“Girl doesn’t know what she’s missing”, I said laughing.
“But, Lacy there was something she said when I was driving her home that blew my mind.”, he said.

Well, like most men, he just couldn’t help asking her if it was all right and whether she had a good time.  She assured him she did, but would have more fun if another woman were there.  My eyes lit up and my pussy got wetter when I heard that.

“I think we could help her out there, don’t you?”, I asked.

From there, we proceeded to form a plan for the three of us to get together and have some real adult fun.  Our plan was simple.  Tucker would go back to the bar where he found Debbie, he knew which evenings she was there, and bring her back home again.  Everything will be the same, except I’ll be home that night.

When he left, I dimmed all the lights in the house.  I sat on the couch wearing white stockings, stilettos, and a smile.  I sipped on bourbon and the time seemed to crawl by.  I couldn’t wait to meet this woman.  After what seemed to be an eternity I heard the key in the front door.  I put down my drink and spread my legs.  Tucker walked in the door and Debbie practically attacked him as soon as the door was shut.  She pushed her tits against him as they kissed deeply and began biting each other’s necks.  Tucker turned her around so she could see my shadow. 

She pulled away, yelling, “Who is that Tuck?!”
“Why that’s my beautiful girlfriend”, he answered her calmly.

She still looked confused.

“Go ahead Lacy, make Deb feel at home”, he said.

I turned on the light next to me.  Debbie gasped at first her eyes meeting my naked pussy, but it changed to an evil smile.  Then she looked back at Tucker who said, 

“You said it would have been perfect the other night if there were another woman with us”., Tucker tried to explain.

Debbie nodded, but I still couldn’t get a good look at her.  I stood up, suggested that we all go to the bedroom, and get to know each other better.  Once in the bedroom, I turned on the two night table lamps and there she was!  Debbie was a pretty woman with big breasts and a curvy body, but best of all, she was a redhead!  Just like me.

“Debbie, don’t be shy, lets see that body that my guy enjoyed fucking so hard.”, I said to her.

She began to strip, not pausing at all.  She quickly had all of her clothes off and then stood there almost stiff.  I wanted more though.

“Dance and show off all those curves to me”, 

I said as I moved to the bed and propped myself up on the pillows.  She started and as Tucker watched her he got undressed too.  He got on the bed next to me.  Debbie continued at the foot of the bed, she wiggled her ass and her tits at us, rocked her hips back and forth, and it seemed she began to really celebrate her body.  My hand moved to Tucker’s stiff cock and began to slowly stroke it as his fingers played with my pussy lips.  After a short while, Tucker told her to join us.
She first moved to Tucker, shoving her tits in his face, that got things going and we were all over each other in no time.  We explored and discovered the taste, feel, and smell of each other.  We got hotter and hotter as it continued.  I don’t think I had ever seen Tucker so hard or experienced my pussy aching so badly as it just got wetter and wetter.  I held Debbie’s head still as Tucker shoved his cock into her mouth and thrust just a couple times, enough to make her choke.  When he pulled out my hands moved down to her breasts.  I massaged them, then pinched her nipples hard enough that she cried out.
I told her she could get me back and I fell backwards, insisting that she bite my tits and nipples hard.
Tucker and I have been in threesome before, but it had been a while since it was another woman that was joining us.  We were always fair.  We never wanted anyone to feel left out or wanting more.  Because of this, I warned Debbie that it could be a long night.  Debbie told me clearly that she couldn’t wait to have me.  Since I agreed, it seemed we knew where to start. 
Tucker led the way.  He told me that he was going to fuck me in my favorite way, then told Debbie how much I wanted to eat a hot pussy at the same time.

“Let me kiss you Debbie”, I said softly.

Debbie sat up, with her legs spread and pulled me towards her as Tucker positioned himself behind me.  We kissed, our tongues slowly met and we began to get to know each other’s bodies.  I kissed her neck and moved to gently kissing her breasts and the tip of her nipples.
It was when I started to lick her nipples that a felt Tucker massaging my ass and fingering it, teasing me, knowing how much I loved ass-play.  He lubed up his finger with his saliva and started spreading my tight hole open with it.  It was then that I suggested that Debbie roll over onto her stomach and present her pussy to me.  She eagerly did as I asked, even spreading her soft lips for me, so I could see the pink gift she was giving me.  She wasn’t totally bald like me, but had a trimmed pussy, the hair was fine, soft, and red.  A hot twinge went through my cunt and I felt Tucker spit on my ass crack.

“I’m gonna fuck your nice round ass cheeks, just the way you like”, he breathlessly said to me.

When I felt his hot meat fitting into my ass crack, I pushed my tongue onto Debbie’s glistening pussy.  We all fell into a perfect motion, Tucker slowly sliding his cock on me while I slowly ran my tongue up and down the hot wet slit of the pretty redhead in front of my face.  Our moans of pleasure helped urge each other on.  Tucker picked up the pace and Debbie pleaded for me to dive into her pussy with my tongue.  I sucked on her clit as I felt Tucker’s balls graze my thighs.  His hand went under and rubbed my pussy in all the right places.

I don’t know what Tucker thinks, but I wonder if redheaded pussy is sweeter, it sure seemed that way to me as I explored the velvety walls of the one I was eating and fucking with my tongue.

“I’m going to cum, oh damn I’m going to cum”, Debbie moaned as she started to grind her pussy backwards onto my face.

That must have really turned Tucker on, not to mention the fact that he was in the perfect position to watch us.  He picked up the speed of his long strokes.  I could feel him get even stiffer and I swear I could feel his cock get warmer.  Debbie actually groaned as she came on my tongue and my face.  I pulled out of her, gently and lightly licking at her inner lips and savoring her juices. 

The next groan I heard was Tucker’s along with a deep “Fuck you bitch!” Then the feeling of his hot man milk on the small of my back let me know that his balls had emptied their load on me.

But, I was the one that still needed to cum.  In fact, I needed to cum badly.  Tucker got on the bed and was on his back.  He motioned to me to sit on his face and told Debbie to eat his cum off my back.  We easily traded places.  I felt a tongue exploring my pussy and one tickling my ass and back.
I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was the one moaning “I’m cumming” 

However, all this was just the beginning, as I told Debbie it was going to be a long night.  Maybe she would learn about the wonders of a good rim job, at least for a start.

Debbie Does You #8 - Two Holes For a Bad Boy

I've gotten many Debbie Does You requests over the past month or two.  Here's another one from a client of mine in Viva Ponata.  He's a very bad boy so I hope he enjoys it.








As I sat in my living room the other evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about my long-term friendship with Brandon.  Our friendship had evolved into what’s called these days as ‘friends with benefits’.
All I’m sure of is that having sex with Brandon for the first time last month was fantastic and I think it relieved a lot of tension that had been building for five years.  Neither of us is currently attached, so we aren’t hurting any partners.

Brandon had called earlier in the week to set up tonight’s dinner date.  It was the first time we were going out to a nice place.  Most of our time was spent at one or the other’s apartment, Starbuck’s, or the local deli.  Brandon actually made specific requests for what he wanted me to wear, that was different, but exciting.
Starting from the inside out, he asked that I wear my black and red shelf bra.  He had told before that he loved the way it showed off my tits, he especially liked my nipples and with that bra, they were right there and ripe for the taking.  I couldn’t fulfill his panty request so he bought them for me.  They were sent to me two days ago, a pair of pale pink fishnet open ass panties.  They looked as though they would be uncomfortable, but as I put them on, they weren’t too bad.

The dress request was easier; wear a dress above the knee and with a scoop or V-neck.  I chose a nice dress that fit his requirements and wasn’t too tight across the bust.  I didn’t want my nipples saying ‘hello’ to every man there.  The jewelry I wore was modest.
I heard the doorbell ring just as I was straightening out my stockings. Brandon looked great standing at the door.  We headed out into the evening.  We enjoyed our dinner at the intimate restaurant Brandon decided on.  We talked, enjoyed the wine, and savored the meal from our tuna tartar appetizers to the strawberry sundae we shared.  I think the both of us were thinking the same thing throughout dinner; ‘I’m eating so I have enough energy to fuck the hell out of you later’.

When we left, we went to Brandon’s apartment.  As soon as he closed and locked the door, he threw me against it, pushing the familiar bulge in his pants against me as he pulled my arms above my head and pinned them there.  If that didn’t take my breath away, the way he deeply kissed me sure did.

“I love the dress, now show me that you paid attention to what I wanted underneath”, Brandon said
Taking my hand, he lead me to the living room.  He sat on the couch and asked for a ‘fashion show’. 
“Strip, show me”, he said firmly

I unzipped my dress and took it off.  He nodded saying, “Ah you did listen, good”.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants then started to stroke it slowly. That was the prompt for me to come closer to him.  I watched him looking at my tits and smiling so I moved enough to make them bounce on my bra.  I could feel my nipples harden as I watched him stroke his dick.

“Now turn around, let’s see the backside of those panties”
I turned around on my toes and wiggled my ass at him.
“Everything is perfect Debbie, especially the way those panties show off your butt”, he said happily.

Standing up his cock bounced along with him as he took me to the bedroom so we could be more comfortable.
We started to kiss and fell onto the bed; it was then that Brandon quickly took off all his clothes.  He is a handsome man.  I just wanted to fuck him the moment I saw him naked!  I wanted him to fuck the hell out of me!  He kneeled beside me and squeezed my tits, then dived into them, kissing, licking, and sucking them, my nipples were so sensitive and my pussy was getting juicy.  He dipped his fingers into my cunt to finger fuck me and coat my clit with my wetness before playing with it.  Even though we had only been fucking for about a month he knew what happened when he played with me like this, especially when he tugged on my nipples.

“Go ahead Debbie, you can have just a taste”, he teased as he stood next to the bed.
I went ahead, dropped my head over the side of the bed, and opened my mouth.  Brandon pushed his cock over my tongue, through my lips and into my face quickly. 

“Tonight I need this cock soaked with your spit”, he told me as he easily and slowly moved in and out of my mouth.  I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it didn’t really matter now.

His cock was hot and I could sense it thickening in my mouth.  It throbbed more.  It was stiffer.  Brandon made this a short suck and pulled out of me.  He was so hard and his cock was covered with my drool.
He asked me roll over on my stomach and make myself comfortable as he climbed on the bed with me.  I felt his hand spread my thighs apart from behind and lifted me up enough that he could play with my pussy. 

“Those are great panties Deb,” he said as he spread my juices from my pussy up to my asshole and played with it.
It made me wiggle my ass again.  He kneeled behind me and licked at those juices that now flavored my tight little hole.  Spreading my cheeks he shoved his tongue into my asshole as a finger went up my pussy, then he fingered my asshole, I moaned; the two sensations were taking over me.

He stopped and whispered in my ear, “Be my filthy whore tonight Debbie, and let me fuck your ass with my cock, the cock you drooled all over”.

We hadn’t gone there yet, but I was so glad he asked.  I lifted my rounded cheeks way up in the air. Next, I reached my hands behind myself, and spread my ass cheeks holding my tight ass open for him.  I figured it was the only reply he needed and I knew I was right when I heard from behind me, “That’s so fucking hot!”

Brandon’s hot hard cock slowly started to split my ass; I relaxed as he pushed into my asshole, going deeper and deeper inside me.  Groaning as he did.  His cock is so thick that at first it felt although he was going to rip me apart, but I knew how good it felt for him and once I relaxed a bit more it was more comfortable, more of a turn on.  Then he started his slow strokes, fucking my ass.  He took over by taking my cheeks and massaging them as he fucked me. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so dirty Debbie”, he moaned out, as he not only picked up the pace, but started spanking me.
That was even more of a turn on and now I was the one moaning.  We haven’t started exploring many of our kinks yet and he didn’t know about my affinity for discipline, bondage or submission, but we had plenty of time for all that.  We got into our fuck rhythm, rocking, our bodies pleasuring each other.  He was playing with my pussy now, slapping my clit, fingering me, almost driving me over the edge.

“Debbie, tell me that you want me to fill up your ass with my cum”, he moaned and I could tell he was holding back until I answered.

“Yes, yes you bad boy, fill up your dirty girl’s ass”, I replied.  Brandon then did just that, jerking and groaning as he came, heating me up from the inside.

Brandon is a thoughtful lover, he slowly came out of me, and then spread my thighs farther apart to get under me and finish me off by fucking my pussy with his tongue.  I especially liked the expertise he had with wrapping his tongue around my clit over and over again.  It didn’t take long until I was the one moaning and squirting on him.

We lay together as our breathing slowed and we became more composed.  It was off to the shower after that because we both wanted more after cleaning up and relaxing in the living room with an after Debbie, oh I mean dinner, drink.

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Strapping It On for Him-Part Two

Read about the first part of the strap-on here.

Although I asked more than once his answers only came in moans. For years and years I’ve known what it’s like to have that need to be filled with cock. This time I was the one giving it. Once it was lubed up, my thumb moved easily in and around his ass.
Luckily for CJ, I had trimmed and smoothed my nails beforehand.


“Come on honey relax, it’s only me”, I said softly from behind his neck. I massaged him from his ass cheeks up his back as my cock flopped between his thighs.
Once I felt him start to relax, to trust that everything was going to be good, I began to ease "my" cockhead into his ass. Although I couldn’t feel any sensation through it, my entrance into CJ was still something interesting and different. It was as though I had something extra to get my sexuality across to my partner.

I put my hands on both sides of his hips and eased him farther down my shaft. CJ moaned out again, beginning to truly enjoy it. Then I started to turn HIM into my slut for once. Show HIM what it’s like to take cock. I eased my thrusts in and out of him, fucking him totally with my strap-on cock and he fucking loved it. Dare I say, he took it like a man. I made sure that my entire shaft stayed fully lubed so he wouldn’t have any trouble taking me all in.

As I slowly fucked him I reached down and stroked his hard cock, squeezing it in my hand. I have always loved the feel of a throbbing cock in my hand and this time it was really something, the throbbing and the heat joined his hardness in a time of perfection. He moaned out enjoying not only the touch of my hand, but also the feel of being fucked at the same time. The bent cockhead finally tickled his prostate and he screamed out, “Fuck bitch”.
“Tell me you want it, tell me how you love it”, I said as I stirred his ass with my cock.
“Yes, yes I can feel you in my balls”
When he said that, I moved to his nuts and tugged at them; apparently, he was closer to the breaking point than I had realized. With one loud groan, his nuts exploded and he squirted hot white goo all over the sheets.

I slowly pulled "my" cock from his ass and began to lick and clean up his semi-hard cock. Moving beneath him, between his spread legs, taking long lollipop licks up the underside. I relish the taste of CJ and this time was no different, yummy!
“I’ll be your slut any day Deb, you know that” was all he said to me as I began to devour him one more time.

Strapping It On For Him-Part One

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The Adjustment-Part Two (The Doctor)

Again a thank you to CJ for the picture taking.
Be sure to check out Part One before you continue.

I can’t describe how relaxed I felt after my stimulation therapy. My orgasms are like wine, different ones affect me in their own way. My recent orgasms on the table were the kind that turned my muscles to Jell-O, eventually slowing my breathing, and making me totally relaxed. I don’t even know how much time I spent on the table before I heard the door open and the familiar, calm voice of my chiropractor.
“I heard you responded very well to Carol’s stimulation therapy.”, he said with just a hint of amusement in his voice. I was so relaxed and it was so true that I could only answer with a “mmmmm….yep


“My stimulation will be very different”, he said as I heard his zipper being pulled down. The rustle of clothing let me know that he had completely removed his pants. Out of curiosity I looked behind me and saw that he was coming up on my side, his shirttails barely covering what seemed to be a fine thick cock.
The doctor told me that I was on a special kind of adjustment table and proceeded to take two thick leather straps from underneath it. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down just as Carol did and told me to lie there as usual and bound one strap across my shoulders, the other across my thighs. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just snug. Being held in a flat face forward position, I stared at the floor through the opening at the front end of the table while I heard him move around me. Finally he was right in front of me. Doctor Wrigley’s cock was semi-hard, his balls tightening, and his musk was streaming to my nose. He tilted the face area up and commanded me, in his words, “I need it real hard, suck it”.
He shoved his cock through the opening, past my waiting lips, over my tongue, and straight down my throat. Everything happened so fast I almost gagged. I was not in the most comfortable position in the world. It didn’t matter though; the smell and taste of cock, the feel of swelling meat, it all made me draw my cheeks in and suck!
The sound of slurps and sucks joined with his moaning, it was therapeutic without doubt. My head was still as he fucked my face. After only a few minutes I could taste his precum. It was then he announced that it was enough and pulled his much stiffer dick out of my mouth. It now stood at attention; pushing it’s way through his shirttails, definitely aiming straight for me.


He left my sight; I heard some tinkering behind me. Then…..ooowww!....cold, right between my ass. He was fingering my asshole and applying some cold generic lube to it. Doctor Wrigley told me that since I had lower back problems that his therapy was going to focus on that region. He pushed my ass slightly up in the air, at least enough that the strap would allow and grabbed my shoulders. Heat and cold were my next sensations. It was the feel of hot meat mixing with cold lube. He quickly jammed his cock up my ass. I cried out as I took all of him in. He eased partially out of me and started to fuck my ass slowly. He just rocked on me, holding onto my shoulders and jamming his stiff cock in and out of my tight crack.

Unable to move, I just took the treatment like a good girl. The treatment didn’t take too long, and soon he was quickening his pace, smacking my ass; first one cheek, then the other with his open hand. He kept pumping so hard that I could feel his nuts slapping against my swollen pussy lips. Finally, he drove his entire shaft inside me, slapped my ass one last time, screamed “BITCH!”, and emptied his balls.
He slowed, removed his deflating cock, told me the treatment was over and that I should be all right until my next adjustment in four weeks. As he removed the straps and I was able to sit up on the table I knew he was right. Thanks to Carol and Doctor Wrigley I had no sciatia or back pain. I think I’ll stick with this treatment.