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 #4 - for JimB

Jim, one of my Johns in VP, told me one of his favorite fantasies and I explained to him about my blog and the DDU feature.  He balked at first and when I assured him there would be nothing to identify him he told me to run with idea.

So Jim, this one’s for you.

It’s always sad to me when I find out that a loving married couple really isn’t sexually compatible.  It’s one of my arguments for pre-marital sex, but that’s another story.

I had a friend whose case was exactly this.  He was much more adventurous than his more conservative wife in the bedroom.  He would complain to me and I would give some suggestions to give to her, but so far, nothing was working.

One day a couple of weeks ago, we met for coffee at lunchtime; this was part of a weekly ritual for us.  It was always great for me to get out of the office and speak to people that were more familiar to me and had common interests.  Today, Jim seemed a bit nervous, he was holding back, but I didn’t know about what.  I mentioned to him that I could tell something was wrong.  Reminding him that I was a friend and he could trust me didn’t seem to work at first, but when he ordered a vodka martini rather than an espresso I knew there was trouble.  I put my hand on top of his and tried to assure him.  When he got about half through his drink he confessed to me.

“Debbie, I’m having real trouble in the bedroom and I think you could help”.

I thought to myself if I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that and smiled, “What can I do for you, what’s the problem, same old stuff?”

He told me that he had spoken to his wife about trying something new and because she loved him, she agreed.  I thought that was sweet and told him so.  “It’s just that I didn’t really tell her my whole fantasy, that’s where you come in Deb”.

Now things started to sound interesting, but I have finally learned that can also mean I’m on a slippery slope.

“I need to ask you the greatest favor since we’ve been friends.  Have you ever been with a woman Debbie?”

“Yes, yes I have Jim, on several occasions and I enjoy it.”

Once I said that everything fell into place.  We worked out details and eventually come up with a plan.  The following night he’d text me to tell me to come over, I’d be going through the kitchen door, then wait for him to come downstairs at the right moment.

The following night I had changed from my work clothes into my jeans then spent time waiting for Jim to text me.  Finally, the chime came through.  I was at his place within 15 minutes, parked up the block, and came quietly through the back door.  Again waiting, this time listening to soft moans.  Eventually I hear footsteps and Jim was there.  I hadn’t even thought of the fact that he wouldn’t be dressed.  I could tell even by his partially hardened cock that he was nicely endowed.  It put me in the mood immediately.  He gestured to me to go upstairs, but to undress first.  I didn’t know that was part of the deal, but I didn’t mind.  Jim stalled at first, did a once over and seemed to like what he saw.  His cock twitched.  I moved closer to him, licked the palm of my hand and gave his cock just a few strokes.

“Now you look ready for an adventure Jim”, I said as I approached the steps.

When I reached the master bedroom, I saw that a lot of fun was possible.  Jim’s wife was spread eagle on the bed.  Her wrists and ankles we firmly fastened to the bedposts with fur-lined handcuffs.  The kicker was that she was also blindfolded with a thick black length of cloth.

I whispered to him, “Impressive”

He spoke to his wife, “Ready for another round honey?”

She pleaded for him to go on, softly, not used to this kind of attention, “please, please”.

Jim dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, held his hands underneath her legs and dove into her pussy, licking, slurping, and enjoying the meal and what he was doing to the woman he loved.  She moaned, praised him, and arched her back as he teased her and let up.

“Honey, you’re so beautiful right now I want to take a picture, let me get the camera”.  , he cooed.

Well in all of her excitement, it seems as though she had transformed and quickly agreed.  He ran to get the camera and was back in the bedroom in no time.

“Your turn Deb”, he motioned.

Now, I kneeled at the foot of the bed as Jim told her he was setting up the camera.  Without touching her, that would give me away, I went down on her, flicking her clit at first.  It wasn’t too long until she responsed to my experienced tongue and mouth.  “Oh god, Jim, I think I’m gonna cum”.  With that I tilted my head toward Jim and the camera, he was taking in the body of his lovely wife and mine.  He was seeing for the first time he was seeing all my curves, the fact that I shaved my pussy, or my big tits with hard nipples, not to mention my audacious sexual style and preferences.

Once I knew that she was close to the edge, I thrust my tongue into her tight wet hole and put my thumb on her clit.  She hit the roof, tugging hard at her restraints as I drank in her pussy nectar.  My job was done, I backed off, winked at Jim, saw his pre-cum making the head of his cock glisten, and left.  He climbed up on the bed, and I could hear as I began to leave.

“Should I fuck you while you’re still tied up?”

As I turned I took in her whole body.  She had nice tits, I wondered if he’d cum on them.  I thought about nursing on her hard nipples and smothering myself in them.

…she could be moving into a whole new joyous world for a loving couple.



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The Unlocked Door-Part I

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Is It Safe?

There are times when I’m alone that I go over some of my fantasies. As a true believer in the idea that the brain is the largest and finest sex organ a human has, I feel it’s necessary to work on it from time to time. Several nights ago I pondered a favorite of mine while alone in my bed as CJ slept in his room.
See A Lesson Learned if you don’t know about our bedroom set up.

It’s known as “safe rape. Although the idea of being raped is horrific to me, I had heard of this fantasy years ago and the idea engrossed me. Actually, the idea of calling this fantasy a “rape” is ridiculous, but my imagination knew what I meant. I never include anything painful or violent when I think of it. It’s more forceful and passionate than anything else. In my mind I’m more in control and I enjoy any forced submission. I figure that my unknown attacker wants to release some deep primitive urges. The entire scenario is very appealing to me.

This particular evening the fantasy was filling my head. My hands moved to my swelling pussy lips. I gently tugged on them, one at time, finally just cupping my pussy as I thought more of this favorite fantasy of mine. As I pictured the man entering my dark bedroom my fingers moved to my slit and damp inner lips until one slipped inside my wet pussy while my thumb moved to the side of my swollen clit. I teased myself by moving my thumb over my clit as another finger spread me open wider and I rocked on my fingers. The door was closed and I watched my fingers move deftly in the mirror that covered the back of the door. I was naked and could just see the outlines of my large hardened nipples on the top of my large mounds. It was so pleasurable that I felt my head swim in the low light of my bedroom.

I fell deeper into my own deep sexual mind. Soon it was as though a man dressed in black entered my room, staying the shadows. I stopped playing with myself and leapt out of bed, petrified. I tried to find him again to confront him, but he seemed to have disappeared into the shadows. I began to believe I was only seeing things and relaxed. It was then that I felt gloved large hands move up from behind me and cover my eyes. He was silent and I felt ambushed and afraid.
I tried to drop down and slip out of his hold when he said, “Ssssh! I won’t hurt you.”
I knew that in reality I would be overpowered if I tried to escape his grasp.
I froze, paralyzed by the situation I found myself in. Considering the state I was in I couldn’t even tell if I was terrified or just knew how to act that way. He seemed to wait, silently as I calmed down. I started to take in my surroundings using all senses, just as I was when I was in bed. I became acutely aware of my moist naked skin against the clothes of the man behind me and honestly, it excited me. I liked the smell and feel of the leather gloves on my face. He spoke again, pointing out to me that I should close the blinds on the patio door that leads to my room before undressing. He explained that he had been watching me for the past couple of weeks and noticed that I was always alone. He even admitted that he had masturbated while watching me. I remained motionless as he spoke to me, telling me in no uncertain terms, that he wanted me. The idea of being rescued from the situation faded from my mind.

The talk stopped when he removed one hand from over my eyes as he used the other to stroke my neck, tits, stomach, and thighs. I still didn’t know quite how to react and began to ask myself whether I should go with the response I was feeling physically or my higher brain power that questioned whether it was right to do so. It became more difficult to make that decision when my dark stranger started to tell me exactly, coarsely, and explicitly what he wanted to do to me. He told me that he wanted to experience as much of my body as possible. I felt myself begin to weaken; as I did he removed his other hand from my eyes and positioned me from behind so I could see him behind me in the mirror. I couldn’t see any details, just the shape of a man several inches taller than me, holding me to him. His hands were on my tits, my hard nipples pushing between his index and middle fingers, circling them in leather. He buried his mouth in the nape of my neck, kissing and biting it. I had been resisting but now it started to wane. I refused to let him know that I was turned on. He greedily continued his exploration by forcefully pulling arms behind my back, holding them at the wrist as the other hand moved to my pussy. He kept staring at me in the mirror and yanked on my arms, insisting that I do the same.
I looked at the mirror and he dared me, “Admit it, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I shook my head and denied it. He reminded me that he was the one in power and I had no choice. He wanted proof that I wasn’t aroused. He rested his hand on my thigh and instructed me to remove his glove. When I paused he yanked on my arms. I removed his glove and let it drop to the floor. Before I took my next breath his hand was exploring my pussy and he brought his mouth close to my ear as he said, “You’re wet.”

Anything that was left of my resistance fell away when I heard that. He briefly let my wrists go to drop to his knees. He held me now by my thighs. I could feel his breath on my butt cheeks before he started to chew and lick them. When I felt his warm wet tongue tickle my asshole I melted. His tongue instinctively moved to my slit when he spread my legs farther apart. He had been holding back for a long time when he exploded with primal passion and pushed me onto my hands and knees. I looked up at the mirror, seeing myself on the floor was a turn on. The silence was cracked by the sound of his fly being unzipped. He moved his hands to my hair and pulled back on me as he penetrated my pussy with no warning. He released a guttural gasp and I finally gave in, letting him know I liked it by moaning out. I gave into the dark stranger completely as he fucked me furiously. I watched the both us as we quickly brought each other to powerful climaxes. It seemed as though he squirted his hot jizz into me over and over again. I’m sure he could feel the intense waves of my orgasm as my pussy tightened around his thick cock.
I collapsed onto my stomach. I heard the zipper again, this time closing his fly. He stepped over me and I watched as he exited through the patio door. I seemed to be in a cloud. I was more aware of my surroundings a moment later, back on my bed.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be careful of what I wish for.

Fuck Me Like Her-Part Two

As always be sure to check out the back story by reading Part One

Weeks passed, life for us remained about the same. We had moments where we acted like the couple that I wish we really were. One night he was feeling a bit passionate towards me. It had been about two months since we had made love so I was ready for him.

As we made our way to the bedroom a picture moved from my subconscious mind to the forefront. That image was of ‘the mistress’. I wanted to be her. I wanted to get the attention that I used to get from my boyfriend, the attention I deserved, and the attention she was getting instead. I was tired of being made love to like it was chore, rather than because there was an attraction, a need, or a desire. I became a different sexual being and I stayed there, in that mindset. The rest of this story tells about the fucking bitch I became.

One thing that I will give my boyfriend credit for, he did know what I liked in bed. He began to kiss me, up my neck, to my ears, and then moved to my mouth. It was then that the passion welled up in me and my favorite filthy salacious speech turned into something else and I said:
“Talk to me like you talk to your whore”

He pulled back and looked at me quizzically, but I think he thought it was just part of one of my games. Rather than the silence or coos that I normally heard, he got as filthy as I was, if not more. He told me things I had never heard before, things like,
“Fuck you bitch, how dare you ask for anything”
I ignored his comment, went ahead, and made another request.
“Now go ahead and kiss me like her”

The funny thing is that he began to kiss me differently; he began to bite and nibble on my neck and then my cheeks before sucking at my lips. He didn’t seem to mind this time; apparently going along with what he had decided was just a game. In reality, it was not anywhere near being a game. He became forceful and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I did my best to keep up with him.
This progressed, things got hotter and heavier and I was enjoying the newness of it all, even if the reason for it made my stomach turn. He started to plant soft kissed on my tits and slowly worked his way down to my pussy. I was so glad that I had shaved earlier in the day; it always makes me more sensitive. Of course, this was something different from our routine. Normally I would be on my knees before I would be serviced in such a way.
“Please, please, now eat my pussy as if it were hers!”, I begged.
I got just what I asked for. His form, his talents seemed to completely change. Rather than the few licks I had gotten used to, he took care of me from my asshole to my clit and back again. Nice and slow, gently sucking on my clit, driving me wild and making me squirm for the first time in a long time. He drew my puffy pussy lips between his lips and licked at them as he worked his way down to my puckered hole. He drove me over the edge as he tongue fucked my ass. I came hard as he moved his tongue up and down into my tight cunt. I grasped his strong shoulders and dug my nails into them as my soaked pussy rocked against his face.

Just as I was thinking how much I needed his cock, the bitch in me welled up again and I moaned out,
“Fuck me the way you like to fuck her”
Again he pulled back to look at me for a split second this time with a more worried look on his face. He answered with me just one word, “Fine!”
He pushed me back down on to the bed and straddled me right below my tits. He slid his stiff cock between my massive tits and pushed them against himself. He felt smooth and very warm. I took over the job of holding my tits as he began to fuck them. He put a few pillows under my head so I could easily lap at his cockhead as he moved towards my mouth. I loved the feeling of his smooth balls dragging across my abdomen and the taste of his pre-cum as my tongue flicked across his leaking head. He pulled at my erect nipples as he called me a whore and a cocksucker. He kept at it as he came closer to cumming.

“Oh, now suck me off”, he moaned.
I tilted my head a bit more upwards and moved up so he was kneeling right in front of me. Now his dripping cockhead was resting on my lips.
Now it was his turn, he was still treating me to the filthy language, “Now suck my cock, just the way I like it whore”.
I leaned down and began licking at his balls right away, moving my tongue up to his head and feasting on his pre-cum with it. For some reason this seemed to piss him off rather than please him.
“No, no bitch, no! Have you gotten even more stupid since last time?”
He grabbed the back of my head, took a fistful of my hair and yanked at me towards his stiff cock. When I say stiff, I mean it too. It was a fucking diamond cutter. I don’t think I had seen him that hard since he was 21 years old. In a matter of, what seemed, to be seconds, half his dick was down my throat. The back of my head was shoved down his shaft, I took him all, but I gagged like a schoolgirl in the process. I began to suck as he fucked my face as hard as he could.
“Look at me when you suck me bitch!”
The submissive in me doesn’t disappear and I looked right up at him. He fucked my face fast, hitting the back of my throat with almost every thrust. His balls were slapping against my chin and then being ground into my face. This was not what I usually expected of him. His groans were loud and very carnal.

“Oh bust those nuts babe, I’m gonna paint your slut face”
Soon after saying that, he started to explode. I sucked harder and he twitched as he started spurting. I got a taste of his jizz on my tongue and swallowed, but he quickly pulled out of my mouth and kept spurting on my face. It was like no time I had remembered in the recent past.
We both were spent after that and just laid on the bed for several minutes afterwards. There was no snuggling, no pillow talk, we didn’t speak. I eventually got up and took a shower. By the time I returned to bed, my boyfriend was already under the covers and asleep.

We never brought it up, the fact that my requests, and his response to them were because of his mistress. I couldn’t bring myself to confront him, at least not right away. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but after a discussion with my girlfriend it came to me.
I felt sorry for her on some strange level. I felt sorry for my boyfriend’s slut. After the fuckfest we had that night I thought to myself, “Is this really how he treats her?”.
At least I was always handled with a certain gentleness. Even though I was being lied to, there was still a certain understanding to our world. My sympathy for the unknown woman didn’t last forever. He had chances to come clean, but never did. I eventually did a real confrontation and reminded him of that night. No need to go into detail about what ensued or how I caught him in the first place, but within the year I had a much cuter apartment and it was all mine.

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Secret Sins: The Undisclosed Story of my Bad Reputation

Throughout my life I've been and done many things, but nothing as weird and kinky as being an on-call slut for the FBI in WITSEC.Now let's clarify something here: I didn't get it on with every field agent or assistant director, no, I was on call just in case one of their people in the witness protection program or perhaps a snitch, wanted a little relief and comfort.There, I said it, and frankly it feels good to get it out in the open after all these years.
How I became a highly paid confidential "companion" was all by accident or so I thought for quite some time. I was just a normal working girl - get your mind out of the gutter, not THAT kind of working girl - who went to college and was spending time slaving away in the normal workaday world as a secretary, with designs on a masters program at one of the local colleges when one evening I accepted an invitation from some of my coworkers to go to one of their favorite hangouts for a drink or two. Wanting to fit in with my newish colleagues, I readily accepted the invitation.

Sitting at the pub chatting with my fellow office droids was at first exciting as I wanted to fit in with them just a little bit better, but soon I learned that they were just another part of the large percentage of 'droids out here in the business world that are fed up, frustrated, and angry with the direction that their lives have taken, with not a scintilla of ambition to change the situation other than to stab each other in the back as they attempt to kiss the boss's ass on the way up the corporate ladder.

Finding such dreck virtually unappealing, I had just turned around on my stool at the bar when the bartender approached me with a drink in his hand. "This is from the guy at the end of the bar" he intoned in a rather bland I've-heard-this-a-thousand-times-before voice as he set the cocktail in front of me.
I'm sure the quizzical look on my face was priceless as I glanced at the other end of the room, but sure enough, there was your standard young executive giving me a short wave of hello.
"Hmm. Not bad looking I guess, and I like his suit although he sure didn't spend a lot of money on it" I thought. Waving back with a little grin on my face, my next thought was one of excitement that a guy had found me attractive enough to buy me a drink, but then turned a little downward as I winced while thinking of some of the tools that I had met in meat market ventures of the past. Too late, he had left his stool and was heading for me.

I was genuinely freaked but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more - much more.

My mind now racing at a hundred miles a second, I quickly turned back to my coworkers and began chatting with my friend Dawn when Mr. Mystery Man sidled up to me and sat down. "Hi there" he said to me, obviously not caring that I was engaged in conversation with another girl. Not wanting to be too forward, I twisted my head around and said "Just a second" to him before turning back to my conversation. Dawn leaned in towards me and whispered excitedly "I think he wants to talk to you", whereupon I whispered back "Yeah, I know, but I don't want him to think I'm too eager". "Oh go on!" chimed Dawn, and so I turned around to MMM and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie, and this is Dawn" as I extended my hand. "Thanks for the drink". "Hi there yourself. My name's Ben, and I couldn't help noticing you from across the bar".
Drivel. Poor pickup line. Bleh. Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind. Not wanting to be impolite, after all, my parents raised me right, I swiveled back around to the bar with a flourish and that's when I noticed Ben's eyes. Deep pools of blue drilled into me like a bullet, and somewhere in my gut, a punch had been thrown. "Uh, yeah, I umm, I mean we're just, uh.." was all I could stammer out. "Yeah I know" said Ben, "Just out with the office, eh"
I heard what he said, but I just couldn't look away from those eyes. I mean, Ben's face was just OK as guys go, but those eyes got to me somehow, they were deep and intense, burning their way into me with a cold fire that I hadn't felt in some time. Pinch me. Hard!

"Soooo, you come here often,” Ben said smoothly, and I just about passed out laughing from such a juvenile come-on line.
"If that's the best you can do, then thanks for the drink and see ya" I said.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. Give me another chance. I mean, you just looked so LONELY sitting there surrounded by your friends, I just thought that you might be up for an adventure".
That got my attention.
"What kind of adventure?" I asked.
"The kind that you could perhaps, make some money with in your spare time"
Oh God.
"Sorry Ben, I'm not that kind of girl. Maybe you should try one of the decked out bimbos at the other end of the bar".
"Sheesh, I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong impression. Look" he said holding up his hand to show me a gold band around his left fourth finger, "I'm married".
Yeah, I've heard that one before too.
"Look champ, I told you that I'm not that kind of girl, so bug off!"
"Wait a minute Ms. Cooper, what I'm offering you is a way out of boring office drudgery every so often, and the chance to make the kind of money that would allow you to finish your graduate studies” said Ben.
Now, it wasn't the suggestion that I could get away from a boring job, or even that I would be able to finish my Masters degree in record time, but the first thing he said that really caught my attention.
"How did you know my last name?" I asked.
Looking downwards with a little blush on his face, Ben answered, "I know a lot about you - A LOT" "Like for instance that your online chat handle is 'apple1959' or the fact that you prefer to wear lace La Perla underwear, or even that you go out to bars like this one with no underwear on at all"Whoa whoa whoa! Now it's getting intense, bordering on creepy. I mean, stop the presses!
"Like I said, I know a lot about you" said Ben, his eyes boring into mine.

The cat in me was curious, very curious, so I said, "Go on".
"Well, I know for a fact that you would stumble all over yourself to smoke some pipe.
You know, worshiping the big salami. To be quite blunt, I know for a fact that you love to suck cock, almost any cock. You worship at the alter of the big snake and would do almost anything to have the feel of a fat penis in your mouth, sucking the guy off until shoves it in hard and fast and cums down your throat."
His said this with such little emotion or kink in his voice that frankly I was aghast and quite a bit scare, and Ben allowed me to sit there in stunned silence for moment as the thought of what he has said sank into my brain.
Just about then, Dawn came over and asked me if I was all right. "Deb, what's wrong, you seem to be trembling. Ish this guy bother'n you 'cause if heish I can get Stan to come over and pound the shit out him!" she slurred.
"No, I'm fine Dawn. Ben just gave me something to think about all of a sudden. I'll be fine, really".
With a reassuring look that bordered on concern, Dawn said OK, and returned to my fellow workers, leaving me pondering some pretty tough thoughts in my mind.
Who was this guy who was hitting on me, why did he know so much about me? I mean, my inner thoughts and desires, and for God's sake, even what kind (if any) underwear I decided to wear that day.
I was genuinely freaked, but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more, much more.

Next in Secret Sins chapter 2: My first cock

Look for it Friday...

Tell Me

It was a typical Sunday afternoon. I had most of my chores done and spent the rest of the day relaxing in my own special way. CJ works on Sundays and I always enjoyed having the place to myself. There is something about being alone sometimes that gives you the opportunity to be whoever you wish to be. That comes in very handy for my writing and me.

CJ got home this particular Sunday at his usual time and I was waiting for him to ask him how his day went as he changed into more comfortable clothing. After he changed and made himself a drink he came to join me in the living room.
I started to ask him how the day went, but he interrupted me with “Tell me what you did today”


I suppose I deserved the interruption. The week before I had told CJ how bad I had been in my favorite cybersex chat room. CJ isn’t into that kind of thing as far as I can tell, but he says he understands why I like it and that he doesn’t have a problem with me whoring myself out in cyberspace.

“What do you mean”, I said ever so innocently.

He made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch than the one I was sitting on and told me not to bullshit, that I knew exactly what he meant, and he was right. He actually seemed to enjoy hearing about my little virtual trysts.
This is what I told CJ about this week: I went into my chat room and it was empty. I really wanted to get some guys off, so I waited patiently. It took about 15 or 20 minutes and one of my regulars came in, Mr. ‘C’. This guy’s specific taste included getting sucked off long enough to make his cock good and wet for my asshole. Then he would fuck my ass mercilessly as I begged to be spanked.
After telling CJ about the first encounter, he was already hard. I could see that visually sexy and satisfying bulge that men get when they start to get hard and they are still wearing pants. It’s always a turn on for me. I looked down at CJ’s crotch then back up at him and asked him if I could feel him.

“Of course baby, you always can”, he said gently.

I just pushed my hand against his hardness and rubbed my palm along the underside of his rigid dick. He softly moaned out his pleasure and asked me to tell him more. I took my hand away, rubbed it against my clit, through my pants, and continued with my tale of debauchery. I always like it when more guys and gals come into the room and watch me. Another of my regulars came in while I was doing ‘C’. He liked watching me, spanking me, and making me gag on his black cock. According to him I was his white whore and I played the part well. This time he wanted ‘C’ to fuck my ass harder to shove my mouth down his cock. ‘L’ always liked to tell me how he was stroking his thick black cock for me.

“You really don’t mind that I tell you this”, I asked CJ again.

He explained that he loved it and thought it was hot. To prove it to me he pulled his cock from his fly and stroked it, showing it off for me just the way I like it. I put my hand down my pants this time and began to finger my damp pussy.

“Keep going, don’t stop”, he said.

The room continued to fill up. I have convinced myself, right or wrong, that once some people see my screen name they come into the room. ‘L’ stepped away from me and a new guy ‘N’ moved into to first play with my tits and then move under me to fuck my aching wet pussy.

“You like all that cock don’t you Deb?” CJ said to me as he squeezed his cock.

I smiled and nodded and kept going. As I would push down on the cock in my cunt and then up on the one in my ass I thought how fantastic it felt, it just brought me closer to cumming. Eventually a young girl, ‘H’ came in the room and wanted to join the fun. We told her to join us. Since my mouth was free I ate her fine young pussy as I got it from both guys.

“Oh damn Deb, you ate pussy too?” CJ said to me.
“Yea, and I liked it, making another woman cum, the taste of the nectar”, I answered.

CJ pulled his balls out and tugged on them as I kept playing with myself.
“Do you want to see my tits or I should I just kept talking?” I asked CJ seductively.
“They’re mine, let me see ‘em”, he answered.

I took off my blouse and bra and I carried on with my wicked tale. I explained to CJ that after a while I just sort of lost track of the men and women. One guy wanted me to eat ‘H’s ass. I obey most every command while I’m in that room. I moved my tongue from exploring her pussy to tongue fucking her asshole. It wasn’t too long after that that I came, and came again.

“I know you were taking it all in hon”, CJ said as he smiled at me.
Well, those are the basics of my afternoon I told CJ and finished by showing him part of an email I received from ‘C’, the first cock of the day.

“Hello to the hottest nastiest chat room slut ever, how’s that for an opening line of an email. Anyway thank you for another mind blowing nasty cum. It was so fucking hot. Mmmmm loved you taking on all those hot cocks and that you still had time to suck the little girl’s asshole.”

Then I just loving looked at CJ, pulled off my pants, and slowly climbed on top of his stiff cock, saying only one thing, “I can do you a thousand times better babe”