Debbie Does You #6 - The Stranger (Part I)

This DDU is interesting because it’s from two people that have integrated each other’s fantasy and asked for one story.  I hope the both of you get ‘pleasure’ from this one.

















It was a Saturday night and Jennifer was lonely.  She had been alone for some time now, having a bad break-up with her boyfriend six months ago.  They had been together for two years and now it seemed as though no man wanted anything to do with her, let alone wanted to touch her.
Tonight Jennifer decided things would be different.  There was a small, but respectable bar not too far from her apartment and she was determined to feel sexy and get out there tonight!
‘Nothing makes a girl feel sexy like lingerie does’, Jen thought to herself as she chose her favorite black panties and matching demi-bra.  To really make things feel special, she dug out her garter belt and slide into real black silk stockings. Jen took a moment to admire herself in the full length mirror and smiled.  Then she slipped easily into her deep red dress, with a small black paisley-like pattern, that flattered all of her curves.  Finally, she grabbed the small purse with all her essentials for the evening and headed out into the night.

That night the bar had a live jazz band, which pleasantly surprised Jen.  She sat down at a small round table at the bar and gave the cocktail waitress her order.  Jen loved tequila and had recently been introduced to a cocktail she loved, “a horny bull”, she said with a smile.  It’s just tequila and orange juice, but it was so good!

It only took a couple of those cocktails to mellow out Jennifer and have her swaying to the music.  Yes, she was still alone, but at least it felt a little better to be out in a crowd.  At one point she looked up from the peanut mix she was nibbling on to see a man at the bar looking at her.  Smiling at her! She politely smiled back, dropped her eyes, and went back to enjoying her snack and the music. 

Jen surprised herself, she had always been comfortable around men, but she wasn’t her usual confident self. The next time she looked up, he was at her table, two drinks in his hands, calmly saying, “Is this drink really called a Horny Bull”? 
Jen smiled and nodded, “It’s better than a horny cow”.  They both laughed. 
He sat down and they began to size each other up.  He was handsome and seemed to be in good shape.  There was something about his eyes that were especially sexy and Jen could easily fall into them. 
The usual small talk started up, “what do you do and where do you work?”, “Do you like jazz”, and then came the “What are you doing here” question from him.
By now Jen had four tequilas and was becoming the woman she used to know.
“I’m here for the Horny Bulls, of course”, she said as she hoisted her cocktail, tipped her head towards him and smile a more impish smile than before.
“Well with me sitting here, you must be having a double”, he replied.

Now the conversation was turning to the word play of innuendo and double-entrende.  Jennifer enjoyed this part of the process; she liked to flirt and was good at it.  It invariably got her what she wanted and what she wanted now, what she needed, was this guy’s cock.

“How about we get out of here, I know a nice secluded spot, do you trust me?”, he finally said.

Jen paused, but figured the guys in this bar were fairly decent,
“Yes, at least for now I do”.

Jennifer was a bit of an exhibitionist so the suggestion was especially inviting.  Her pussy tingled and this time there wasn’t a vibrator in her hand.
It was a clear dark summer evening and they didn’t have to go too far.  There was a local fair in town and he pulled into the gravel parking lot.  He had rubbed on Jen’s thigh during the short trip and she was already looking forward to an adventure.
When she got out of the car, he held her hand and he led her with a certain assurance towards the game booths.  There was a certain eeriness; it smelled like a mixture of funnel cakes, grease, and grass.  There were a few lamp posts that were still lit and some of the smaller neon signs stayed on all night were glowing.  They found the perfect booth, it was one that gave away big stuffed toys as prizes and they were all piled up behind it.
“What do you think?”, he asked her.
“Looks like it could be fun here.”, Jennifer answered.

He kissed her, Jen thinking ‘finally’.  Their tongues danced together.  He was definitely a good kisser and Jen wanted to know what else he could do well.  He gently pushed her onto the giant pink teddy bears and laid down next her.  He deftly unzipped the back of her dress and Jen noticed a bulge start to grow in his pants. 

It had been so long that she was glad to know she could still have that kind of effect on a man…

We'll see all the effects they have on each other in Part Two.

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”

Four Five Six-Play Part II

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Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

Saturday Night's Alright For:

Sorry folks, things got so passionate and intense last night that we didn't even think about the camera and when we did afterwards we were sure that it would have ruined the moment if had stopped to take pictures. Therefore, I've included here a favorite picture of another couple to represent our fun last night.





Saturday night's are CJ's and my time to just chill out from the hectic week. This is exactly what we did. We watched a movie and were having a good time being together.

Then, as I was sitting next to him on the living room couch, very unexpectedly he turned to me and kissed me deeply, then lightened up as we explored each other's breath and faces in the loving way we have done over and over again, "knowing" each other again. Then he started up again, intensely focused on kissing and nibbling me. It was such a turn on I couldn't stop moaning out. I could feel my pussy dampen and contract, and my clit let loose as though it had a life of it's own. I can barely describe the aching and swelling I felt. I was wearing a t-shirt and capri pants, but no panties or bra.

Our kissing, nuzzling, biting, and nibbling session went on for a while; it was one of the longest teases I have had in a while from CJ. He eventually moved to pulling, twisting, and tweaking my nipples. This made all my aching intensify. It made me want to jam his cock anywhere inside me, and just start doing him the best way I knew how. As he played with me, he pulled his cock out through the fly in his sweat pants. You know how I love the look of a stiff dick escaping a man’s clothing. I licked my palm and fingers and began tugging on his cockhead.
I moved down a bit and started squeezing, twisting, and jerking him, just on the top half of his dick. He was so hot it felt as though there was hot metal in my hand.

It wasn’t too long after my playing with him caused his need to intensify, he laid down on the couch and pulled me towards him for what I thought was going to be another kiss, but instead he shoved my face into his crotch. I could feel the heat of his meat, I could smell his delicious cock, and I wanted the same thing he wanted: my mouth around all that hard man meat. I tried to start with just his cockhead, but he pushed my head down farther until I felt his cockhead hit first the roof of my mouth, then the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair on each side of my head and guided me up and down with it. Very quickly my saliva had coated him and I was easily sliding up and down his shaft. Being guided and thrust upon his dick like that along with taking him deep made me feel like suck a cock-sucking whore! I fucking loved it! CJ says I’m a not a whore at all, that I’m a cock-sucking slut because I do it for free and enjoy it so much. As his face fucking got faster I could hear him start to softly moan, “ahhh yes…mmmmm”. Hey, that’s what I’m there for and when I hear CJ enjoying it, it just makes it all perfect. I was moaning and sucking, slurping along the underside of his cock with my tongue; faster and faster, more and more, I just got too excited and had to come up for air. I was quaking the way I do when I get excited and CJ slowed me down for a bit.

He then pushed my pants and socks off me and quickly took his pants off. The sight of his rock hard cock and smooth tight balls made me want to start begging for it, but I knew I wouldn’t have to.
He stood up saying “How do you want it baby?”
I answered with, “If I could I would have two of you so I could feel your cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time”
With that, he positioned me on the couch. I was on my knees with my head and arms resting on the back. In this position I could see myself in the mirrored Dining Room wall. He toyed with my wet hot slit from behind with his cockhead, and then slammed inside me. I let out a moan and turned into the bad, dirty girl he makes me when he fucks me this hard. My hot cunt hugged him tight as I turned and watched myself getting fucked like a bitch in heat. I always feel that way when I get it from behind. He began to spank my dirty girl ass and I just wanted more, I just wanted fucking more!
The more CJ pounded my steaming snatch the less I could stay in control; finally, I just gave in to it all. Screaming, moaning, wanting that cock to keep fucking me. CJ leaned over me and started whispering in my ear as he slid easily in and out of me:
“Do you know how much I love your pussy?”
“You have always been a fine fuck”
I could do nothing but thank him and let him know that he just brings out the best in me. CJ then thought I needed one of my calm down periods, like when I was sucking him, but I corrected him this time.
“I’m about to cum all over your cock”.
He started playing with my clit from underneath. I quivered the way I do, moaned out and proceeded to cum, and cum hard all around that prime cock that was impaling me.

Stage two then started, with me lying on the couch and him on top, good old missionary. He has a way of ‘stirring’ my pussy once he’s inside me and he started doing that. He started to make me feel bad again and now it was my turn to whisper in his ear:
“That’s it I can feel your cock all over my body, down to my toes”
“I can feel your balls slap me now, you want me to drain those balls?”
He answered, almost gasping for air with a soft, but sure "Yes".
All of this obviously got him going…fast and hard.

Oh baby, it was good last night (and technically into this morning).
When it was all over it took me a while to find my socks.
We’ve now broken in the Living Room of our new place; we figure the Guest Room is next.

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And To All A Good Night

CJ and I had a wonderful night last night, before all the stuff for the holidays hits.
Without going into too much detail, there are family dynamics that are causing more stress than usual this holiday season. Because of those dynamics we will celebrate Christmas, then the child's birthday (the big 2-1), then Christmas again with my mother at her place, finally CJ's birthday.

Last night I didn't get home until about 8:30. The tension from my job was playing havoc on my body - tension everywhere I took a hot shower (little did I know that CJ was waiting for me and we had a short photo session)The next step on the road to relaxation was some eggnog and settling in for the night.
Finally I ended up on the couch with CJ. We were watching Animal Planet and I guess it helped to bring out the animal in me. I started rubbing his cock through his trousers, smiling innocently as I worked on him. But his cock isn't innocent and it responded to my touch, growing and throbbing under my hand. It's a nice feeling - hard cock trapped inside a nice pair of pants.
I moved up towards him, kissed him, and lovingly unbuttoned his shirt (he was wearing one of my favorites last night). I let my mouth partake of every part of him from his earlobes, to his mouth, to his neck, and down his torso. I just savored the feeling of his skin-the feel of him.
In the middle of all this his hands moved under my tee-shirt to tease my bare nipples. He can tweak them just right way to get the juices flowing in my pussy. It's absolutely delicious.
He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. So many things around me can turn me on during a good love-making session. This is an example-the tinkle and clacking of a belt buckle. Last night was no exception.
I easily pulled off my tee-shirt and we kissed again. This time my bare breasts were pushing against his chest. CJ's a great kisser and nibbler.
Then just to be super yummy he pulled his cockhead out of his shorts. The elastic band held his dick against his stomach, but I still managed to draw that tasty cockhead into my mouth.
After some time kissing, nibbling, tit play, cock stroking, and sucking I yearned for the comfort of our king-size bed rather than the living room couch. I asked CJ to take me to bed. He gave me his sweet smile and obeyed. We walked up our spiral staircase together and continued our loving play in bed.
This isn't one of those entries where I go into great detail of CJ's and my techniques.
Rather, I want to express how beautiful the love-making was. CJ and I can fall into each other at times and it happened last night. It was wonderful how I feel him all over.
How I gave myself up to him, near the end saying, "Take me, just take me!"
Because of the way he teased me, with his hands, his mouth, and his cock, he made me cum over and over again.
He made scream in passion and pleasure, vowing to soak his balls with my juices.
His cock teased me with short and long strokes, and 'stirring' my soaking pussy.
It drove me to fuck him harder.
Once he was sure I had gone through waves of orgasm he exploded inside me. I swear I could feel his hot cum.
When we eventually got up to turn off the lights downstairs and feed the cat for the night, I saw evidence of my passion on him like I hadn't seen since we were in our 20's.
Observe the scratches of a happy lioness:

Well, that's my side of the story...maybe CJ sees it all a different way.
So this is our sign off for a while for the holidays. We can't guarantee regular posts after this evening.
Although I have been tagged and will fulfill that obligation soon.
The child is staying with us for the next week, and then we will be out of town for a few days.
CJ and I hope that all you all have a wonderful and happy holiday.
...Peace.

All Work And No Play

It was always a great way to start and end my work days. Somehow I almost always ran into ‘him’ in the underground garage, then shared the elevator ride up to our offices, his on the 10^th floor, mine on the 18^th. At the end of the day we usually shared that same ride back down to the garage. We’ve never been formally introduced, just the usual workplace nods and smiles with a quick “good morning” or “hi” when the day started and “ ‘nite” when we were leaving. There was nothing exceptional about his looks, he was always dressed nicely, very GQ, and he smelled great ! If my nose didn’t deceive me it was Calvin Klein’s Eternity for Men. There was nothing I could put my finger on, but I found him intriguingly sexy.

It’s funny - maybe even all in my head - but lately it seemed as though the smiles were lasting longer and the glances were becoming more direct. Sometimes the thought of him made me smile during my dreary day. All this happened, day in, day out through most of the gloomy winter months. By the time spring bloomed I was getting curious about ‘him’. Could we ride more than just the elevator together? What would it be like?
Problem is that I had no idea how to approach the situation. I didn’t even know his name !
Then it was as though I went on auto-pilot one day. I started wearing more provocative clothing, at least as much as is allowed in the workplace. I was putting on my prettier lingerie in the morning, choosing blouses with a bit more reveling neckline, dresses with a shorter hemline, and shoes with a bit more heel to them.
I didn’t add to my jewelry, make-up, or fragrance, figuring that would be a bit much.

One day an opportunity arose and I had to jump on it, so to speak.
I hadn’t seen ‘him’ in the garage or in the elevators in the morning or evening for several days. Of course, I knew he could be on vacation or even sick, but that Friday night at 5:00 pm. I thought it be a great excuse to visit the 10^th floor office and look for him. By the time I got down there most people were gone; after all it was a Friday at 5:00 pm, and half the lights were dimmed. I looked around at the offices, very nice, but no luck finding ‘him’ until finally I reached a corner office that still had lights glowing, the door was open so I walked by. There ‘he’ was.
I felt blood rushing through my body, my face felt warm and flushed, but I was determined to act as a woman who knows what she wants rather than a silly schoolgirl….
“Hi, I haven’t seen you for a few days and was wondering if you were all right” I said as soon as he looked up from his desk at me.
“I needed to change my hours for this week, I’ve been working from noon to 8:00 pm.”
“So we’ve just been missing each other” I answered.
“I know I missed you” he said as he stood up from his desk.
He moved towards me, I felt frozen for a moment thinking, ‘what do I do?’ As he got closer I felt a lot calmer for two reasons: one, he was shutting the door to his office, and two, I could tell under that nice blue suit was a growing, dare I say, raging hard-on.

You know what I thought, don’t you? ….yummy!

I pretended not to notice and just kept smiling until he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me, forcing his tongue between my lips and teeth and into my mouth, wildly exploring me as he pushed the rock in his pants against my thigh. I returned the kisses with the same enthusiasm. His kisses soon moved to my neck, then my ear. He held me tight as he whispered in my ear, ”I know you want what I want honey, tell me”
I whispered back, “Yes, I’ve wanted to know how your body felt for months now”
“I’m yours honey, I want to fuck you, fuck you just the way you want” he said soothingly.

I stepped back and out of his embrace and started to strip for him. It was a way to tune into my body first, so then he could be totally tuned in to it later. He sat down on the couch as I unbuttoned my blouse, teasing in the way my body moved and how I looked at him. I let it fall to the floor as I unzipped the back of my skirt, it slipped past my hips and was soon a crumpled mass at my feet.
Stepping out of it and moving closer to ‘him’, I was now only dressed in a white lace bra, a half slip that covered a white garter belt that was holding up my white stocking, and my high heels.

Tomorrow: Debbie Takes Dicktation

*note: images are thanks to Naughty America