DDU #5 - For D.

Lately discretion has been requested of me whether it’s the DDU’s or the CBW’s. This is one of those requests. I want to take this chance to let contributors to this website know that they are always respected when it comes to identity.



I especially liked this idea because there are a few aspects that I haven’t written about before.



So D - this one’s for you. I hope it makes you feel like a star.


It was time, again, for my friend Kim and I to go to our favorite band’s concert. This time they were in Washington D.C., less than 100 miles from our small town in Northern Virginia. When we heard that The Hellraisers were going to be in town, we got a hold of some of our friends in the band to get tickets. We knew we would have to pay for them later, backstage, but that was the fun of it.

First, the shopping trip, we knew what our guys liked to see us in, tasteless and hot dresses. Yeah they were awful in one way, but in another, I loved them. The skirts must have only been two inches below our asses. One dark blue dress, the other white, plunging neck lines, hugging every curve, spaghetti straps that look they are about to tear. We wanted to be clear that we wanted these dresses to just about fall off.

Before we left for Washington we got together and dressed together, make-up, jewelry, and of course, a couple bottles of whiskey. Once we were on the highway my thoughts wondered to Will, my favorite singer, and what I would do to him, not to mention what he’d do to me. My pussy dampened a bit in anticipation. Although we liked the music, it really wasn’t what we were going for, so when we showed up a bit late it didn’t matter to us.
Once at the side entrance we spoke with the road manger, who was very familiar with us, and lead us back stage. We had fun waiting, listening to the music, it was different, sort of a mixture between The Cramps and The Traveling Wilburys. So, in the mean time we drank and got high with the roadies and other groupies hanging around. The more I thought of Will the hornier I got. Kim never seemed to really care which of the other guys she got, but I had my favorite.

Finally, I heard the last encore. I saw Will not too long after that. Once back stage he did pay attention to some of the other girls, had a few drinks, and few tokes, I waited by the wall until he was through and saw me. Kim seemed to be trying to settle in with one guy, but couldn’t seem to get anyone else’s attention. I felt bad, but when Will fell into my arms, and I felt his hands along my bare skin, the world melted away, and I needed him, bad. We sat for a while enjoying the party, his hands were all over me and it wasn’t enough. It just made me hungrier, hungrier for him.

I couldn’t stand it any more and leaned over, whispering in his ear, “I want your cock…now”. He turned to look at me and smiled saying, “Right here, now?”

Although that sounded like fun to me, it wasn’t what I wanted this time. He took me, pulled me up and we started for the door. I turned around looking for Kim and she by herself, drinking.

I again whispered to Will, “Can we take Kim with us?”
Will gave her the once over and said “Sure, the more the merrier”.

By the time we all got to the hotel we were feeling pretty mellow and happy. Once in the room, Will practically attacked me. He pushed me to the bed and I fell immediately onto my back, the straps of my dress fell below my shoulders and my legs spread. Will turned his back and grabbed Kim, doing the same to her. I could see that his cock was already beginning to strain against his jeans. He began to take charge of the two of us.

“Come on girls, let’s have some fun”, he said as he undid his belt buckle.

With that cue we both let our dresses slip off us. We had just about the same taste in lingerie, bother wearing demi bras and lace boy shorts. It was then that Will joined us on the bed, taking turns removing the rest of our clothing. When I left that morning for the concert, the last place I thought I would be was in a bed, naked, with Kim. She had a beautiful body, a small, but rounded ass, what I would judge to be 36C tits, red lush lips, and, like me, a shaved pussy. In turn I’m she was checking me out. Now Will was naked too, and obviously ready for action. The sight of that hard dick was enough to get me soaking wet. I don’t care what they say about groupies, when I see that stiff cock, at attention for me, I’m proud to be on his list. His shaved balls were always handsome too.

“Deb we’re going to have to show your friend here how to have a really good time”, Will said as I nodded.

From then on things seemed so natural, no problems, no self-awareness, just play, the kind of play I truly enjoy. Will leaned down and kissed me, moved to my neck, and soon to my tits, sucking on each nipple, grabbing them with his teeth, pulling, making them harder, making me moan in delight, and making my pussy ache. I could feel his thick cock growing and twitching against my belly. I not only wanted to have fun, but I wanted to be sure that Will and Kim did too.
So very selflessly, I said to Kim “you’ve got to taste that cock, it’s the best you’ll ever have, promise”.

Will suggested that I get a taste of Kim’s pussy. Sounded it good to me, Kim didn’t have a problem so as she got on her hands and knees and began to feast on Will’s cock I got behind her, admiring that ass and pussy again. Spreading her cheeks, I began teasing her as my tongue explored her ass. She moaned out, at least as well as she could with that much cock in her face. It turned me on just to hear her slurping and sucking on Will.
As Will picked up the pace fucking her mouth, I tickled her ass more with my tongue, finally working my way down her slit until I hit her tight wet hole.

Now it was my turn to slurp, not on Will, but on Kim. I gently spread her lips, pink and luscious. I lapped up and down her slit, teasing her, making her clit swell more, so it absolutely needed me when I got to it. First, I plunged my tongue into her hot pussy, exploring all it’s nooks, the velvety walls, and drank in her juices. Will watched as best he could and then he wanted her and said so.

Kim let Will fall from her mouth, he lay on the bed and pulled Kim’s juicy cunt onto his face. It gave me a chance to taste his balls, they were my favorite. The feel of his smooth nuts rolling over my tongue drove me to heaven, I moaned out my pleasure as Kim did, close to cumming on his face. I’m not surprised that she came quickly; I have had the pleasure, many times, of Will’s tongue on my pussy. He’s the best I know when it comes treating my clit right. He knows how to use his tongue by deftly circling and sucking on it in between allowing his tongue explore the entire length of my wet slit.

Once I got Will’s cock wet again with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum I got up and sat on it, pushing my throbbing pussy onto that hard man meat. Kim and I were now facing each other, delighting in each other’s pleasure, Kim feeding Will and me his personal fuck-hammer. Kim leaned into me, kissed me, and began to squeeze my tits. No one can touch me like another woman; it’s not better than a man, just different, more knowing. As she bent to suckle me her pussy was lifted off Will’s face and he moved her off while I slowly let him out of my warm tight wetness.

“I want to cum on your ass this time Debbie”, it was a rare request, but since I didn’t care where that cock went, I got on my hands and knees and presented to him my rounded ass.

“You know how I like it”, I reminded him.

Kim had been fairly quite, except for her passionate moans, but this time she said something, “My friend, I want your face between my thighs”.
She positioned herself on a pillow in front of me.

Will mounted me from the back, groaning as his thick cock spread my asshole, then slipped inside me easily. As he started to thrust, moaning even more, my face went into Kim’s cunt. Each thrust drove me between her warm thighs and I lapped at her pussy, nibbled on her clit, finally with one of the harder thrusts, dove into her hole one more time, fucking it with my tongue as my nose rubbed her clit. Whenever my tongue hit her flesh Kim moaned in ecstasy. I grabbed at her tits as I dove in and tugged at her hard nipples. It was then that Will put his hand underneath me and gently slapped on my swollen love nib. I was still working on Kim, soon she practically screamed out when she spasmed and came, and came hard, on my face. Her pussy was sweet and I drank her up. She turned then, no more quiet Kim.

“Debbie, you damn slut” she screamed at me.
I was utterly stunned and just smiled at her.

Will agreed and began to spank me, that was our signal that he was getting close to cumming.
“That’s it whore, take it, take the cock up your ass and the spanking you deserve”. , Kim said in a filthy tone.

She was right though; I liked being spanked with cock in my ass. It reminded me what a bad girl I was being. What a whore I was, and always will be. As Will got closer his spanking got harder. By now Kim’s hand slide between my arms and telling me she wanted to feel my tits again, she twisted then sucked on them, then licked all over them. Between that and Will’s clit play I came, moaning out.

“Fuck yes bitch”, Will moaned as he drove deep, screwing his cock into my ass, pulling out quickly and cumming all over my ass cheeks.

He pulled away demanding that Kim clean me up. I stayed where I was. Kim moved around to my backside and did just that, ate Will’s hot goo right off the mounds of my ass.
Satisfied, at least for now, and with a smile on his face, Will said “Rest up ladies, it won’t me too long until I’ll need you again”.

“Debbie, I still haven’t had a chance to eat your pussy, and Kim I’d like to feel your pussy hugging my dick, and that’s just for starters girls”.

Kim and I decided on taking showers, promising Will we’d be right back.
I knew that by the time the night was through I would be many things: more than sated, used up, aching, and always aware that there was another girl, in another city, just like me, but for now I felt special.

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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Passion - Part II

Enjoy Part One first, then come and enjoy Debbie at her best.

I released your breast from my mouth and began a trail with my tongue over your abdomen, dipping into your navel for quick taste. I knew from our on line experience how much oral turned you on. I moved my body between your legs little by little until my mouth reached the top of your beautifully natural pussy.
I paused there, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply of your wondrous scent. Gently, I put one leg on the back of the sofa and assisted the other foot to the floor, opening you up to me. Oh, you were gorgeous! You had the most beautiful and sexy pussy that I had ever seen. I opened your lips to expose your glistening womanhood. Noticing a drop of your juice was about to spill onto the sofa, I dipped my head to lap it up with my tongue. I couldn't stop there. My tongue moved as if it had a will of it's own. Making wide circles around your clitoris and along the inside of your lips, and reaching the bottom, came up the middle to gently tease your clit.


Your hands were still on the back of my head, rubbing and caressing my curly hair. Your moans were very audible, spurring me on. I sucked you into my mouth, again creating a vacuum with my mouth, and licked your clit as it swelled to rock hardness inside my mouth. My fingers moved to your opening and I easily slid one finger inside, you were so wet! I found your cervix and began lightly rubbing it with my fingertip.
Your “oohs” and moans telling me you loved what I was doing, my finger became more demanding in its assault on your cervix, flicking and rolling my finger around it. You felt so good in there. I dreamed my whole self being inside you. From the amount of moisture beginning to generate from inside you, I knew your orgasm was imminent.


I was enjoying this far too much to allow this to happen just yet, so I slowed my pace just a little. I was not successful; your orgasm came full force. You pressed my face hard against your clitoris, bucking your hips, crying, “Please don't stop... please, please don't stop!”

Your wish was my command. My finger moved in and out of you faster and faster, stroking your cervix, my mouth sucking and licking your clitoris. My own orgasm being suspended while I continued pleasuring you.
“Come on, my darling, cum for me.” I whispered.
“Feed me, my sweet Debs.”

As you reached your peak, your hips were high in the air, off the sofa and my fingers became stiff inside you. Our moans and cries mixing in harmony. As the wave of pleasure passed us both, I pulled my mouth from your clitoris, and slowly removed my finger from inside you. I lay my head on your bush, revealing in the feel of you against my cheek. You pulled me up to lie on top of you and kissed me, tasting your juices on my mouth and sucking it from my moustache. I pulled back and looked into your intense deep eyes then lay on your chest.
“You hungry, babe?” you asked smoothly, nuzzling my hair.
“Not overly, just ate,” I replied with a grin.
“I mean for real food, silly,” you laughed.
“Hummm... does that mean we have to get up?” I groaned.
“Well, we could order in.” you said.

Reluctantly, I stood up and helped you to your feet. I didn't realize just how hungry I was until we placed the order. Waiting for the food to arrive, we showered. When it finally arrived, we sat in the middle of the floor... rather lounged in the middle of the floor, with the food and glasses of Chardonnay wine between us. We let our towels drop from our bodies reveling on our nakedness–lying on our sides, braced on our hands, now naked, enjoying the fare.
At first, we made small talk. Leaning over to kiss each other once in awhile. The food tasted so much better on your lips than my own. Your kiss was electrifying. The food only half finished, I rolled over on my back and looked at the ceiling. Not wanting to miss the opportunity presented, you came over to me and lay on me. You started kissing me and caressing my body with your own.
We got off the floor and put the food away. Then you took my hand and led me to the bed where we explored our bodies all over again.
What seemed to be a few minutes of intense lovemaking were actually several hours. I hadn't slept so well in a very long time. I began slowly rising out of my peaceful slumber. I opened my eyes, wondering what woke me up. Then I realized you were gone. A moment of panic burst into my head, then I heard you moving around in the bathroom. Ummm, you’re making coffee. I lay there on the bed, naked, on my stomach, listening to your movements. The activities of the night mulling around in my mind. What a night it was! I never dreamed I'd ever meet anyone as fulfilling as you were... much less falling in love with that person. My eyes were closed, with a smile on my face, when you came back to the bed.

“I see that grin,” you said laughing, “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing, just remembering, Debs, sweetheart...” I said as I let my voice trail off.

You lay your body on top of my back, and I could feel your pubic mound on my buttocks pressing against me. I've always been a ‘morning' person. Really having the desire to have sex as soon as I woke up. I found myself very aroused at just the touch of you. You began moving against me, bracing your arms on either side of me on the bed, thrusting your pelvis into my backside. I arched my back to meet your thrusts. I got up on my knees, as did you. It was like you were making love to me from behind. You held my hips and began rocking me back and forth against you. I could tell from your moans, which you were as excited as I was. You sat back on your heels, and ran your hand along my manhood, feeling its hardness. Your fingers stroked my throbbing manhood, sending sparks of excitement throughout my body.

“More my sweet, Debs,” I said pleadingly.
“Please give me more darling.”

You mounted me and began making love to me with your warm, lubricating love nest. The feeling was fantastic. I wanted all of me inside you.
“More... please, Debs?” I cried.
“Johnny, honey, are you sure?” you asked, concern showing in your voice. “Yes... please?” I begged.

You moved back to your position and gently began gyrating your pelvis, driving me deeper inside of you. You clamped your vaginal muscles, the pressure becoming intense as you began humping me. Your weight on my pelvis began to intensify. You rotated and gently pressed, moving in and out, up and down. You increased the tempo and I slid my whole rod inside you. The immediate rush of pleasure made me cry out. My gasp made you stop.

“Are you ok?” concern evident in your voice. “You feel wonderful, please don't stop.”
You began rotating pelvis wildly as I pushed forward to drive myself far inside of you.
“You feel so good in there!” Johnny,” you cried.
“I love being inside you, darling” I said.
I thrust my cock in and out as you made love to me with your pelvis, rocking your hips back and forth with every stroke. You sensed I was close to orgasm and increased your rhythmic pace.
“I'm gonna cum, baby; fuck me; oh, please fuck me. Oh, God I'm cumming”, I screamed.
“Cum for me, Debs baby, I feel it”
“I'm cumming... oohhhhhhh Baby FUCK ME!”
”Come on, yeah... ummmm... feels good...”, you said as you fucked me deep and hard.
“I'm cumming inside of you, baby, cummin' cummin' cummin'” all the words jumbled together as wave after wave washed over me.

When my body took all it could stand, we both stopped moving. I stopped to catch my breath and feel me inside you, and you stopped to bask in the overwhelming feel of my being hard inside of you. Neither of us wanted me to withdraw, but we knew it had to be done. Slowly, I began pulling my manhood out and instinctively, your vaginal muscles once again closed in around my still throbbing penis. With a gentle tug, I was out. That moment was almost depressing. I was no longer inside you. I felt so empty. I missed you already. I would keep you in there always, if I could.
You lay down beside me and cuddled me in your arms, but both of us spent with no energy for anything. You told me you had never done anything like that before.
You kissed me and breathed a deep sigh. I whispered, “My darling Debs, I guess we are spent, having quenched each other with our passions.”
Kisses from Johnny

Love Snacks

CJ and I had another day off together the other day. We went out to breakfast in the morning and did a few little errands after that. Once we got home we just relaxed. I had some paperwork and phone calls I had to make for work, but it didn't take much time. We were both happy to stay in our comfy-wear and stay warm inside.

All of sudden it seemed it was snack time. CJ came into the living room, sat on the couch and seemed to just watch me work at the computer as I sat in my chair. From the corner of my eye I could see movement and when I turned to look at him his cock was out of his pants and he was stroking Mr. Happy with a smile on his face. I don’t know whether it was because I was working or that I just plain didn’t expect it, but I actually did a double take. Only CJ can describe what I looked like.

The conversation that followed was short, but very sweet.
In the brief time I was dazed I automatically said, “What are you doing?”
His answer was self-evident I guess, “Stroking”, was all he said.
"Why", I said half teasing and half innocent.
The next thing CJ said is what started to turn me on, “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
My answer was based on something I think women delineate more than men. Although fucking is fun, even between committed lovers, what I said told CJ I didn’t want to be fucked, "I'd rather be made love to."

He smiled and gave me instructions from the living room to the bedroom.
At first we stood at the foot of the bed, standing as we kissed, nibbled, and licked each other’s necks, lips, and ears. My hands moved inside the elastic of pants to squeeze the buns of his cute ass. I guided my hand to his cock. CJ’s cock is wonderfully familiar to me. I grasped the warm, smooth, hard flesh that was my physical connection to his soul and his way to explore mine. I started our enjoyable physical conversation by stroking that hot hard cock.
I felt his hands beginning to play with me; he tickled my asshole with one finger as he probed my dampening pussy. I put one leg up on the bed so I could easily spread myself for him. Still wearing my lounge pants the access was easy.
He took his cock and introduced the knob to my hot slit, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips.

By this point he needed me to get my clothes off and I was only too willing to oblige. He did the same. Once we were our unguarded and unprotected selves we moved to the side of the bed. CJ pushed me down on my back and easily spilt my cunt, forcing it to open and take him in. Again there was a gratifying familiarity, that of his meat stuffing me and filling me up.
He let me know that I felt just as good to him when he said, “Your so wet and hot!”
“I can’t help it, it’s your cock.", I said with a big smile on my face.

My clit was aching and so swollen now. I moved my fingers down to just slightly play with her. I moved my clit between my fingers and spread my inner lips to show her off to CJ. I always want him to not only feel how excited I am, but to see it too. Whether it’s rock hard erect nipples, a flushed face, or my love bud in full flower.

With each his thrusts inward I pushed against him and on the upstroke I pulled back, clinging to his dick as I did. CJ may have been making love to me, but I sure was being fucked hard at the same time. He pushed my legs up towards my shoulders and had me bend them at the knees. He knelt close to me, pushing my legs down and continued his fucking…harder, faster, and with loving joy.
As his breaths got faster and deeper, as were mine, he moaned out,
“Do you want me to cum inside you?”
I took a deep breath just to be able to speak and replied with,
“I don’t care, you can paint my tits”
“I'm gonna cum deep inside you”, he said as he shoved his thick cock into my wet cunt. Only moments after that he moaned as his balls drained into me.

When he pulled out of me he spread my legs even wider and dove into my pussy like a hungry dog. I think I actually screamed out as he lapped at my cream pie and I reveled in the feel of his cookie duster (my name for CJ’s mustache) devouring . With each lick over my clit I built to higher more intense orgasm. Right before I came I cried out, “Oh god, what did I do to deserve this?”
After he finished my pie I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. I enjoy that perfect taste of “us” was on his lips and tongue.
His body bade me a temporary good-bye by sucking on my nipples before he lay on the bed and we held each other. We hugged, smiled, and gave each other small kisses

One nice thing about quickies is the intensity. Sometimes it's because of time restraints. Sometimes because of fear of being caught, other times it's just a need for the intimacy. Although I wouldn't want all my love making to be quickies, the "snacks" are always fun.

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...

The Morning Lick - Part II

First catch up with Part I

I saw Brad's arm moving more as he spoke to me. Then he asked me if I wanted to know what his idea was. Of course I did, there was a possibility that this was going to be more interesting than I thought, even if it wasn’t right.

“I want to taste your juicy sweet pussy while I feel your lips wrapped around my cock”, he blurted out. I heard him unzip his pants and saw that his arm was now almost in a full jerking motion.
I told him that the sound of a guy jerking off was a real turn on for me. I have always reveled in the sound of thick flesh being yanked. He smiled and was glad that I was enjoying it.

I moved from the chair to sit on the side of his desk. I wanted to get a look at that meaty play toy I heard him enjoying.
I peered past the edge of the desk and to his lap. He tightly his cock at the base and proudly showed himself off to me.

“Here you go Deb”, he said like a chef presenting his signature dish. It was all so simple really, I just have to give him a Debbie Deluxe, just like he had read about in my blog.
“Swallow my cum and let me nibble that gorgeous clit of yours and your husband could be our newest employee”, he said to me lustfully.

What a mixture of excitement and guilt those words gave me. I had never done anything like this before, but my mind quickly resolved, or should I say rationalized, my actions. I would do what I needed to, but I would picture CJ’s cock in my mouth. I would taste CJ, not Brad. And that would be CJ’s tongue on my hot slit. Brad wouldn’t be able to take those thoughts away from me.

Brad stood up and removed his pants, the tails of his shirt danced around his stiffening cock and tight balls as he leaned over to clear off his desk. He picked me up off the desk and lay me down. Each movement seemed to become more and more urgent as he lifted up skirt and pulled off my panties. He spread my legs apart.

He climbed on top of me and straddled my face. His knees pushed into my cheeks as he commanded me to suck his dick. I was quickly enveloped in the musk of a new man and the warm smooth skin of his cock twitching against my chin and lips.
I felt his warm breath on my damp pussy, then a small nibble at my clit. I opened my mouth to moan and he lowered his cock into it. I sucked Brad’s cockhead into my mouth and began to eat it, but it was all for CJ, it was CJ I was sucking deeper down my throat. I had to be sure to do this well, if Brad didn’t like my technique I was in danger of not only having CJ lose out on a job, but I would have done this with another man all for naught.

I slurped heavily on his thick meat and pushed my tongue against his shaft as I moved it back and forth over his warm tasty cock. To add to the delicious sensation I felt Brads tongue exploring my pussy, he was making it ache and wet and I fucking loved it. I rocked my hips against his face as he easily glided in and out of my mouth. When his cock was deep down my throat he would be sure to push his tongue into my wet tight hole, making me moan on over his throbbing dick.

After a little while he wanted more. He pulled his head out from between my legs and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Suck my balls you fucking nasty whore”, he moaned as he lowered his smooth nuts to my lips. I flicked at them with the tip of my tongue first, but it wasn’t enough and Brad became impatient with me saying,
“I said suck them bitch!”
I gently sucked one side of his nut sack inside my mouth and he groaned out right before diving into my bare muff again. I spread my legs wider and slurped across his sack.

He began to finger my asshole as he continued to eat me and I was close to cumming. My body shivered and my fingernails ran across his ass cheeks. My clit felt so swollen I just had to release, my entire body was beginning to quiver.
Brad knew what he was doing to me and he picked up the pace. My orgasm started deep inside me and ran down my gut to soak my pussy and feed Brad my juices. I let his balls fall from my mouth and I moaned out. Oh, it’s always so damn good.

“My turn honey”, he said as he shoved his cock down the length of my throat. I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat as he started to vigorously fuck my face.
I kept up with him, sucking on his manhood with each stroke. It was though he was doing push ups on my face. His moaning became more intense and I knew he was ready to explode. He buried his cock deep in my face and I sucked like never before. I don’t even think I had sucked off CJ so powerfully. It worked and it worked quickly. His flesh shotgun went off in the back of my throat and immediately started to swallow is hot goo.

Once we had both had our fill we got off the desk and straightened ourselves out.
Although I was eager to find out one way or another how I did, Brad played it very cool.
“Your husband should know by the beginning of next week about his job”, he said
I smiled, thanked him, and left the office.
I went home, took a long hot shower, and didn’t say a word to CJ.

As predicted the call came for him to start at the station the following Tuesday.
I think I grinned with a knowing sort of smirk when he told me.
I couldn’t tell him that I did my part to help him get that job

The Walls Have Ears - Part Two

Enjoy Part One first

As I lay on the bed, vulnerable, the air from the slow moving ceiling fan gliding across my hardening nipples, I knew that tonight would be very exciting, for everyone involved.

CJ propped my head up on two pillows then kept up his sweet torture. It began with attaching my chained nipple clamps. He licked across my nipples several times then tugged at the chain. I moaned out, not loudly, in sheer delight.
I knew that CJ was enjoying himself; I could see the bulge that proved it. CJ saw me look at him and he rebuked me for it.
“It’s not time yet bitch, you know that”, he said sharply.
I replied with a simple a nod.
He leaned over and kissed me, he’s one of the best kissers I’ve ever known, always so warm. I remember one time I came by just him holding me and kissing me. It is always such a turn on for me. His kisses made my hips move towards him and I gave small tugs at my restraints. I could feel the heat of my pussy rising as I was falling into my pleasure zone.

He lifted up off me and said, “Now it’s time bitch”
He stood and took off his shirt, unzipped his pants and took them off, then grabbed at the elastic of his shorts, pulling them down, His stiff thick cock jumped out at me, my pussy ached more.
He yanked harder this time on my nipple clamps and insisted that I tell him I liked his cock.
Another soft moan escaped before I answered, “Yes sir, yes you have a fine hard cock and I want it”
“Not yet, you know that bitch”, he answered.

I know that first he wanted pictures of me. He went over to his night table and pulled out the video recorder this time, usually its just stills he wants. He put it on the tripod leaning against the wall. His cock was bouncing with his movements, his balls were tight, and fuck I wanted it all.
“Now show the camera that pussy baby”
I lifted up my hips high, straining against the cuffs as he leaned in with the camera. He spread my lips wide and kept filming my damp pink pussy.
When he had enough of me tied up and my wet cunt he put the camera back on the tripod, still running and dove without warning into my pussy. His tongue split my swollen pussy lips and slurped up and down my hot slit.

This time my moans were not soft. This time I screamed out in ecstasy. I squirmed against the cuffs, it drove me wild, not being able to squeeze his head with my thighs, or run my hands through his hair, or dig my ankles into his neck. Yes, sweet torture. I moaned and sighed with each expert lick at my inner lips, with each suck on my hard clit, and with each time his tongue entered me.
Then I heard it, two knocks and the door closing.
CJ nodded and softly said, “I know”.

Mike found the bedroom, probably by following my moans. His eyes popped out when he saw me tied to the bed, but I smiled to let him know that everything was all right.
“We’ll need a photographer tonight Mike, that OK with you?”, CJ said.
Mike seemed to just stammer his answer, “Yes, of course, I just wanted to watch you guys”
“Oh and Mike you look very uncomfortable in those pants all of a sudden”, I said.
He seemed to tear off his clothes in a flash. His cock was handsome and almost at full attention for me.
“We’re all yours buddy”, CJ said to Mike.
Mike told CJ that he wanted to see what he did that made me scream that way I do.
He moved behind the camera and zoomed in on CJ diving down on me again. I squirmed against my restraints as he slurped at my pussy and inserted one finger, then another. His tongue flicked around my clit as he finger fucked me. I moaned out. Mike was filming us, turning me on more, making me feel even sluttier, and his hand moved to his balls. Mike started playing with himself as CJ brought me to the edge and then pulled back, teasing me, continuing his torture.
I think that Mike was aching as much as I was by now, I could see his precum glistening and my pussy felt like it was soaking.

“Now how about I really make her scream, that sound good to you Mike?”, CJ asked.
“Damn straight”, Mike answered.
CJ climbed onto the bed and put a pillow under my ass, this made me strain against the cuffs, but gave a better entrance for him. Mike changed the position of the camera to get a better shot. CJ told him to just let it run and to come over to the side and watch us.
“This is what I wanted to see”, Mike said as he eagerly took his place beside the bed.

For The Love Of Tits

I had gone away a few days ago to visit my mother and while I was there got a run of the mill stomach flu. I stayed until I felt better, even at my age it still feels good to get some motherly love when you’re sick.
Once my strength was regained, I knew I needed to get home because my libido was growing and I need some of that special kind of relief.

When I got home and walked through that familiar door I felt so at ease that I could feel my muscles relax and I started about my usual daily routine.
The blinking red light on the phone was the first thing that caught my eye. I made some fresh coffee and settled in to listen to my voicemails.
The second one was the one that put a smile on my face.
It was the deep sexy voice of Michael, my lover, letting me know that he would still be around when I needed him.
Michael is a brilliant lover and knows me well. We have a special friendship.
He asked for a return call when I got home. I’ve never denied him anything, so why start now?
I dialed the phone and my heartbeat quickened when he answered. I told him I had gotten his message and asked him over for some of the fresh coffee I had just made. He thought that sounded good and said he’d see me in twenty minutes.
I took a quick shower and put on my favorite long silk robe.
I went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Beaujolais because to me that is happy, celebratory wine.
I was pulling the glasses from the cabinet when I heard the knock at the door.
I excitedly opened the door and there he was wearing that sexy smile that warms my heart, and other places whenever I see it.
I practically pulled him inside and we embraced then kissed deeply.
We talked and moved to the kitchen to get our wine. Soon we were on the couching laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Then he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “You haven’t forgotten me have you Debbie?”
Of course not I assured him, I remember everything about you and what you do to me.
“You know what I remember Debbie?, your slippery hole”, he whispered back to me.
A small gasp escaped from me when he said that and I snuggled up closer to him. Everything about what he does to me was burned into my brain via my pussy.
He continued to tease me and he obviously had a plan. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I sat at the edge of the foot of the bed as Michael stood in front of me.
“Debbie I’ve been wanting to tell you what I’ve been thinking about while you’ve been gone”, he told me.
I looked up at him and with my look told him to go on.
He told me how my tits turned him on, how much he liked them. The thought of them draped over his face, moving from nipple to nipple made him want me more. The ability to play with my smooth, shaved snatch while he sucked at my nipples made him think of making me squirm.

“Now Debbie, it’s your turn, tell me how you feel right now, after I told you those things”
At that moment I wanted to spread my legs and at least put my hand on my pussy. I didn’t hold back and I told Michael this. Since I didn’t want to do that I just kept squeezing my pussy lips together, feeling their wetness. I told Michael what I was doing and he wanted me to spread my legs and show him my waiting pussy.
I went ahead and spread them and told Michael how my clit was warm and throbbing just thinking of his returning to me.
Michael told me that first he needed to nibble and bite my tits, that he could see my firm nipples pushing through the satin robe. As I said earlier, Michael knows me and he knew that those nipples ached for him.
He untied the belt to my robe as I leaned forward and undid his belt and zipper. His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them as he took off his shirt. Michael always looked so yummy to me when he was naked.

I told him that I had something special for him.
“In the toy drawer next to the bed Michael is a small jar, get it out.”
Michael took out the jar, it was nipple gel. I could see his cock harden as he came closer to my breasts. I explained to him that if he rubbed the gel on my nipples it would feel cold to me and taste like mint to him. He dipped a finger in and painted my hard nipples with it, then finished off each dab with a twist. The feeling was hot and cold at the same time, I loved it, and it made me ache all over.
Michael continued, not letting up for a minute, listening to my moans, knowing that he was making my snatch steam.
“Fuck Deb that’s the way I like those tits, you’re nipple are so hard”, Michael said as he lowered his face onto my tits and gave me teasing licks across the nipples, tasting the mint.
I always enjoy watching Michael suckle my tits and he began to love them, kissing, licking and gently biting all over. At the same time I could feel his cock hardening. I didn’t forget at all how handsome his hard bouncing cock was and I let him know. When it came to my tits he was always intense.

“I want to fuck your tits upside down Deb”, he said as he began to position himself.
He kneeled over my face and positioned his cock in the deep crevasse of my cleavage. He told me of the heat he can feel around his stiffness.
As he slowly moves between my tits he pleads, “Lick my ass honey”
I start my licks at the base of his musky tight balls then move to his asshole.
Michael moans out telling me to take it easy because even though his ass begs for my tongue he doesn’t want to pop his load too soon.
I flick my tongue around his sensitive asshole, rimming it just right to drive him wild.
Soon Michael was moaning, “ooh god!”

The sweet musk of his balls was calling to my pussy and making it wet. Michael could always tell what I wanted, let alone what I needed. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around my clit. Now it was my turn to moan. I began to gently buck against his face, making it wet.
My moans echo against his asshole and I push my face against him, rocking on him.
The more I licked and tickled at Mike’s ass, it seemed the hotter his cock felt on my soft tits, he was rock hard and leaking on them.
I need more of his face and tongue and spread my legs wide like a slut for him.
As I do that he lifts his face off me, calls me his cock pig, and commands me to suck his balls. I slurp at his hot balls then suck them into my warm hungry mouth. As he moans out he dived into my hot wet cunt and tongue fucked it hard. I naturally buck against it fucking his expert tongue.

Michael moved back and upwards as he temporarily. “I want to cum in your mouth my cum pig”, Michael told me.
Then he lowered his hard cock into my open mouth and I began to eat him up, first tasting his salty precum, then his hard hot flesh. I suck at him wanting to empty those balls I tasted earlier down my throat. As I began to suck with my special diligence, his face was back on my pussy, my swollen puffy outer lips parting easily for him to get the hot hole needing his tongue.
Soon we were fucking each other’s mouths, moaning stifled by mouths full of our favorite treats.
I moved my hand up to Mike’s ass and pushed a finger into his still wet asshole.
I could feel his moans through my pussy then that twitch that told me a split second later I was getting a mouthful of his hot goo. Michael truly exploded this time, squirting, and then squirting again. I swallowed his cum down hard, almost taking his cock with it!
What a fucking a turn on! He sucked at my clit as he came and I moaned out as I came on his face.

He rolled off of me, we sighed and smiled at the lovely mess we made.
“I didn’t forget a thing Mike”, I purred at him.
“And I can never forget you my dear”, he answered.
I asked him to spend the night so we could see what the morning might bring.
He agreed, we got under the covers, and we soon feel into a happy sleep.
I can’t wait for breakfast!

What A Blast - Part Two

This won’t make any sense unless you read What A Blast first.

The follow descriptions may not be in exact order. Things got very intense. I want to tell all the basics and especially how I felt during it. Things did not seem linear, it was a vortex, a whirlwind.
Also note, the pics used were from the actual "date". Below is the audio.



“Take off your blouse”

Even though in reality that was my current lover who said this to me, I felt as though I was hearing for the first time from him, this was a stranger, someone I had only known for a couple of hours.

My mouth dropped open, I was aghast. CJ just smiled, then repeated, more firmly and louder “Take off your blouse!”
I gave in and did as he said. What a strange mixture of feelings: embarrassment and excitement.
I turned sideways and coyly covered myself as best I could. He smiled again at then just as firmly, “Take off your bra”.
I reached around to my back and unhooked my black lace bra. I let it fall and showed my tits to the perfect stranger on the couch next to me. The air was cold and the man next to me was sexy, my nipples hardened quickly. Rather than cover them, I stayed sitting look at CJ, proud.

Then things got, for lack of a better word, wild.
He pulled me towards him tugging and caressing my nipples, my pussy ached.
He whispered in my ear as he caressed my tits, saying to pull his cock out of his pants. I leaned my head on his chest and undid his belt and zipper. His hardening cock was very visible under his shorts. It was very inviting.
I pulled his cock out and it jumped at me, almost at full attention.
Next I was told to remove more clothing, this time it was my shoes and pants. I did so, this time eagerly. I wanted to show off to this man that choose to have sex with me this night my lingerie fetish. What was reveled to him was maroon lace boy shorts, a thin black lace garter belt that was holding up a pair of black, lace-topped stockings.
He was obviously impressed.
My next command was to “suck it”
I quickly went down on CJ. He had shaved completely for me, his dick and balls smooth as a baby’s behind making it even more suck-able. I sucked his cockhead into my mouth and massaged his balls. He moaned in ways I hadn’t heard for a while, I love it when he moans and it turned me on more. I kept at it, losing myself in the taste and smell of his delicious, and seemingly fresh cock.
He stiffened a bit more in my mouth, but after only a couple of minutes he pulled me up to my feet, stepped out off his pants, put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me backwards in to the bedroom. A bedroom I felt I had never seen before. Then he pushed me onto the bed, my legs were half hanging off.
He was standing in front of me at the foot of the bed, looking just lustful, his cock was rock hard. I could only describe his cock as being unstoppable, it pointed straight out from his body towards me and I knew what it wanted, and I wanted to give it to him.

CJ didn’t even bother to take my panties off; he forcefully pulled my panties to the side, exposing my hot, wet slit. He positioned me just right, and thrust his hot shaft inside me. My god, I had never felt so filled up, so quickly. Basic instinct seemed to clench my pussy walls around him, trying to pull him deeper inside me. I screamed, I moaned, primal grunts escaped me with each heavy, hot, hard thrust of his cock.
Then it was as though I felt guilty and whispered, “I don’t usually do this”

His moans and grunts were just as primal, seemingly new. He told me how much he liked my pretty pussy, that I reminded him of the ‘last, best pussy he ever had’.
I fucked him harder and soon I was shaking, cumming over his cock. This didn’t make him slow his pace, he kept at me, pounding my cunt into oblivion.
I whispered, “I don’t usually do this, I’m not usually like this”.
He pulled out of me and sternly said to me,
“Is that why you’re wearing “fuck me” panties and stockings?”
He reached up and pulled my panties, garter belt, and stockings off in one swift motion.

Next he sent me into heaven, he spread my legs wider and dove into my pussy, loving it with his tongue and lips. I wasn’t as daring with my usual bedroom filthy talk. This was after all a stranger and I didn’t know how he would take it. Once he started eating my freshly fucked snatch I moaned out, “Eat me, ohhh eat me”.
And that’s what he did, over and over, not only lapping at my juicy hole and hot slit, but nibbling on my clit like never before. It was fantastic, again like a new man devouring me and I came on his face.
He must have dived down on me three separate times.
Once he stopped he barked another stern command, “Get on your hands and knees”.
He started fingering me from behind, inserting one finger then another, and jamming then in and out of me until I was begging for him to stop, “Stop, I can’t stand it any more”
I collapsed on my stomach as he slowed down.
But I wanted more cock, and he wanted to give it to me.
His cock was a fucking diamond cutter.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, was all I can say.
And let me tell you my dear readers, he did just that. He entered me from behind, my favorite position, and made me his bitch.
His cock was so hot I could feel the heat inside me. It made me grind and rock against him each time he went deeper inside me.
He exclaimed of his love for “mature pussy, pussy that knew how to fuck”
I guess I was that pussy. As he fucked me and his balls slapped against me it felt almost as though he was trying to climb inside me.
The sting of pleasure was my next feeling, as he pumped in and out of me he started smacking my ass, hard, first one cheek, then the other.
I yelled out, enjoying each searing smack, knowing I was being a whore for sleeping with a man I had just met.
My final explosion came as my body quivered and all my energy seemed to focus between my thighs.
He pulled out of me, and lay down on his back as I licked and sucked my tart and tangy juices off his dick.
Once we were spent we held on to each other and went through some polite pillow talk, but things were almost getting too weird, plus I wanted, no needed to express myself so I whispered to CJ “Please just say ‘end scene’”.
It took him a minute, but he slapped his hands together and said,
“Annndd, end scene”
And I said “Wow I had a blast !”
It was like a hypnotist snapping his fingers and I was wide awake again. I was refreshed, felt like myself, and I was rejuvenated.
It was about midnight by now. I told CJ I couldn’t go to sleep yet, so we went out to the Living Room, our Living Room again, and we spoke for another hour and half.
Our discussion was full of insights and new plans involving our sex life, but I think that may be another post.
I think today (Monday), is the first day we haven’t talked about how great Friday night was.

Let CJ know if you’d like to get his side of the story and his feelings.

Zagat's Gives It Five Stars

I want you to have me tonight.
I want to be taken by you and driven wild.

You've already used your charm and smooth talking to finesse me out of my clothing. You are still clothed, but seeing you standing in our bedroom still just turns me on.
"Get on the bed", you ask gently.
I comply and lie on my back, you watch my every move, leering and smiling.
"I starving baby, and I want to eat out tonight."
Knowing how much I like to be tied up you lean over and tie my wrists to the brass-work on the headboard.
You don't join me on the bed quite yet; you strip for me first. You know me so well along with all my triggers that even though you're naked you still aren't on the bed.
"I want juicy pussy to eat" you say in sultry way that turns me on.
You walk around the bed and come closer to me. Standing next to me you hold your cock firmly in your hand. It's stiff and handsome and my pussy throbs for it. You slowly stroke it for me and I moan and beg for it as you get stiffer and I watch as your cockhead points to the ceiling.
"No cock for a while hon, remember I'm hungry", you say as you crawl onto the bed with me.
"You bad girl, I can smell your wet cunt", you say harshly.

"Now let me have that yummy pussy", you say as you spread my legs wide and your face disappeared between my thighs.
You hold my legs down at the knees, keeping me from squirming as your tongue splits my outer lips and takes a long slurp up my hot, wet slit. That simple action caused me to fill the room with my moans.
Taking your time to spend another twenty to thirty minutes just enjoying your meal, which included:
Slow circles around my inner lips at different speeds and pressures. All I am able to do is scream and squirm. Since I can't hold your head, I close my thighs in closer to your face and you kiss and tickle my pussy more with your tongue. Your rough, warm, wet tongue then moves to pay special attention to my clit. Nibble, suck, flick. I cum on you. I'm so wet that I can feel my juices dribbling out of me. Finally, your tongue stabs inside my hole and I buck against your face, fucking it. Your nose rubs against my clit and I cum on your face again.
Your hands move under my ass and push my pussy up to you as you continue your feast, moaning into my hot hole. The room is filled with the sounds of slurping and moaning.
I am weakening from my orgasms. I am light headed. My pussy is swollen, wet, and spent. You know that you have hit the point where my sensitivity has gone over the limit and pull away from me.
You give me a wet sticky kiss and tastes purely of me.

Your cock is throbbing and dripping with precum.

"Thanks for the great meal babe, another five-star rating", you say to me lovingly. I smile back and say "No, thank you. Remember you're always welcome at this establishment"
Then I tell you that you really shouldn't waste that handsome cock.

With that you move between my still spread legs, put my feet and your shoulders and slam every inch of your cock into me, my pussy hugs your dick, we both moan out and know that...

It's all yummy.....

The Adjustment-Part One (The Technician)

First and foremost I want to thank CJ for his fantastic job in taking the pictures of me for this story.
He was patient and artful and as always, made me feel special and beautiful.
My sciatica had been acting up; burning, shooting pain down my right leg is not my idea of fun. I gave in after a day of agony and went to my chiropractor. When I explained to the nurse where my pain was she consulted with the doctor and returned, telling me that some ‘stim’ therapy before the adjustment might be helpful. I consented.

I was lead down the hall to the therapy room, this area being the newest addition to my chiropractor’s wellness center as he was expanding his services. It was impressive. The room was bright with big windows; it was open and included chiropractic tables that were only about a foot of the floor, medicine balls, and a few weight and workout machines.
I was lead to the small table in the back where electrical contact pads were put on my hips and stimulating bursts of tingling electricity were shot from the machine to my pelvis and down my leg.
Carol, the technician left the room, leaving me to enjoy the small electrical bursts causing my muscles to expand and contract. I was actually relaxing, and the pain was easing. After a few moments I heard someone come into the room and latch the door. The tech said, “Everything all right Debbie?” as the room dimmed and I heard the blinds being closed. The dim room made things seem more relaxing.

Soon, comforting, warm hands were on my shoulders, rubbing and massaging them, the experienced hands quickly coaxed all my tensions out of my muscles. My tech then leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “I can make you even more relaxed Debbie.”
Her voice was sultry, her purpose obvious, at least to me. When I’m relaxed, sexuality is never far behind. She removed the contact pads and instructed me to turn onto my back because she wanted to reposition them. I turned over easily. We smiled at each other and Carol positioned my ankles farther apart, spreading my legs slightly. She flipped my skirt up so the hem was at my waist. I didn’t stop her and was curious about what her new relaxation technique would entail.
Her soft, warm fingers grasped the elastic of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. It had been a couple of weeks since I had done any pussy maintenance in regards to shaving, and Carol told me I needed less hair. She went to the sink and filled a metal bowl with warm water. Taking a bikini razor from a drawer, she returned to me and started shaving my bikini line. The act of shaving my pussy always turns me on, more so when someone else does it. By the time she was finished up, leaving only a ‘landing strip’ of hair.
I felt my juicy pussy aching. She placed the pads on either side of the landing strip and turned the machine on. Carol turned the dial to a very low setting, but I felt the tingles immediately. Remember - those busts of electricity cause muscles to expand and contract, and you know what that means – an orgasm! Carol was sitting at the foot of the table when the first one hit. It was mild, but it was there and it felt good. A small ‘aahhh’ escaped me.

As the man-made electricity stimulated me, a more natural and woman-made stimulation started. I could feel Carol’s warm, wet tongue on my swollen clit, and soon I felt my pussy ready to explode. Carol pulled back as I moaned out this time in utter and complete pleasure.
“Ohhh god, no more”, I breathlessly said to her. She turned the machine off and removed the pads. My panties were back up around my waist in no time and my skirt pulled back down. “Turn on your stomach and I’ll get you a hot towel”. She was back in a flash and placed a warm towel on my lower back.
I took a deep breath and waited for the doctor and my adjustment.

Say Cheese

I heard the strangers voice say “Come on help me out here Deb; why did you enter the contest if you don’t want to be here?”
The stranger was a photographer and I was making his job very difficult. There were bright floodlights and screens around me. I was lying on a bed that was strewn with big pillows, dressed in the latest skimpy loungewear from a local retailer. My heart just wasn’t in this photo shoot.

I’m not a professional model. Six months ago my now ex-boyfriend said I should enter a contest to be the girl next door for this retailer’s ad campaign. He had bought some of their lingerie for me, so I agreed to let him take some photos of me and send them in.
Lo and behold last month I got a call from the manager telling me that I had won the contest. At first I was excited, but all that quickly waned. It had been four months since I broke up with my boyfriend and I hadn’t exactly been my usual bubbly and adventurous self since then. I hadn’t been on a date or even out with my friends on one of our escapades lately. I was just ‘blah’. The last thing I felt was sexy. I felt like a fraud on this set. I was brought back through my fog of self-pity with the sound of the photographer barking at the crew. There were some moans and groans, but they shuffled out.
“Give us 30 minutes. I’ll make Debbie a professional”, he said.

Now I felt even worse. I wasn’t in the mood to be treated like a reprimanded schoolgirl.
But it wasn’t like that at all. The photographer finally formally introduced himself as Paul and asked me what the trouble was. He told me that I was coming across as cold and stiff to the camera. I gave him the very brief version of my breakup and life since. He smiled and nodded.
He told me that it was his job to calm me down and make me feel more at ease over the next 25 minutes or so. He’s done it a hundred times with scared models and he knew he could do it for me.
It had been a while since a man had been so kind to me. I believed him and opened up to a view quick lessons so I could do this right.First, he told me to picture the bed as a warm bath and to relax in it. That was easy. I did that and felt better already. He asked me to take off the silk pajamas I was wearing. I was wearing a bra and panties underneath so I looked more ‘shaped’. For some reason I trusted him and did as he said.
“Very nice” he said and took a couple of pictures, stressing that I concentrate on how relaxed I felt.
Then he said something that really struck a nerve:
“When was the last time a man asked to see your body?”
It was rhetorical, but it made think how nice it was that this man was looking at my body.
“Can you show me those big tits? Let me turn them into artwork”
He instructed me to slowly turn down my bra, to let me hands glide across my body. I followed his coaching and it made things easier.
Again more pictures.
In between those familiar sounds of mirrors dropping in an SLR 35mm camera Paul said “Good, very good”
“I bet your pussy is just as pretty” was his next statement.
I really surprised myself then, without even asking, I laid down on my back and pulled off my panties, he leaned in and took several shots of my throbbing slit.
The whole scenario had really turned me on. I was already disappointed that we didn’t have more time together.
By now I felt that I was good friends with the camera and Paul told as much.

Paul pulled the tripod over closer to me and affixed his camera to it, focusing on me as he did it. It was obvious that by now Paul was excited. He joined me on the bed and I was glad for it. We only had about 15 or 20 minutes left until the rest of the crew was going to be file back onto the set. He quickly undressed and unleashed a very stiff cock for me. He seemed to be just as aware of our time limit as I was. I got on his back, pulled me towards him, and said,
“Sit on my face”.
As I did, I heard the camera shutter go, he had a remote and was taking pictures of us. This turned me on; I had never done anything like this before. The flicking of his tongue across my clit was the next and only thing I knew now. I moaned out as he swiftly attacked my pussy with his tongue, plunging into my wet slit and fucking it with his tongue. I leaned over and began to eat up his cock immediately.
I heard more pictures being taken. It was wild, I felt so bad. Sucking on thick, hot throbbing cock and having pictures taken of me doing it! I soon tasted his salty precum and he was shoving his meat as far down my throat as it could go. More pictures, more tongue playing, eating, and nibbling at my clit and pussy made me cum hard on his face.
I cried out, it had been so long since I had a man treat my cunt so well.
Once I came he pushed me off his face, told me to ride his cock.
I climbed on top and jammed that thick stiff cock into me hard and fast. More pictures. I wasted no time and began fucking Paul like a damned fuck-hammer.
As I bounced on his dick, he grabbed my swaying tits, and licked at my sensitive hard nipples. I soon came again all over his cock. More pictures.
He wasn’t far behind, as I heard his breaths quicken I fucked him harder and faster. He groaned out and filled me up with hot gooey cum. A few more pictures.


“Quick, take your clothes, clean up, get back into your silk outfit and I’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom”
“Will you be OK for the shoot now?” Paul said grinning.
“You know I’ll be fine” I answered
I did that as he got dressed and straightened up the set.

As I came out from the bathroom and headed back to the set I heard the lighting guy saying “Sounds as though you relaxed her to me”
They both laughed.
I wondered if Paul told him or whether our moans had gotten a little out of hand. I didn’t care. I was much more comfortable, in more ways than one now and ready to take on the world.

We got started and the hour-long shoot went by very quickly. I think Paul got what he needed. I went back to the changing room to get into my street clothes and finally go home for the day when Paul stopped in to say a few last words.
“We have plenty of good pictures for the store, thanks”
“My pleasure”, I answered
Then Paul asked me how I felt about the idea of guys getting onto their favorite porn site and jerking off to pictures of me. I told him that the idea was sort of exciting. He asked if he could use the pictures from the ‘private stash’ to do that.
I gave him permission. He thanked me and left by saying:
“I’ll get in touch when I need some new material”

Naughty Schoolgirl Part III-The Blessing

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