Debbie Does You #11 - Ride 'Em Cowgirl

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












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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be sure read how these strangers met in Part One











Once her dress was loose Jen thought about how glad she was that she was wearing her favorite lingerie.  She hoped he liked it too.  Jen’s hand moved to touch the bulge in his pants; the feel of a warm, hard cock was so exciting!

“Take your dress off for me”, he deeply whispered and Jen obeyed.  The dress slipped to her feet in a silken pile and she started to take her high heels off.

“No leave them on, you look so good like that, you’re perfect”

His hands ran up and down Jen’s stockings.  Pausing at her inner thighs, teasing her.  The mixture of the evening’s breeze and her excitement had hardened Jen’s nipples so that they looked like little pink erasers as they pushed through the loosely woven lace of her bra.  The stiffening cock in front of her looked increasingly like it needed release and Jen obliged, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping the fly.  A cock a full attention jumped out at Jen and her pussy dampened even more.  A moan filled the air as Jen helped him out of his pants.

 “I wanted to fuck you since I handed you that Horny Bull”, he told her.

 “I need cock so badly I ache”, Jen replied.

He told her how much he liked the lingerie and kissed her, working his way from her mouth and soft lips to her neck.  He nuzzled in between her tits, moaning softly on to her smooth skin.  The demi-bra made a perfect shelf for her 40D tits and he pulled them up and over the wire.  Then Jen felt one of her most favorite feelings, the nibbling of her nipples.  Now she was wet, now her pussy was going to need attention, the attention of a good man.  He lifted his face from her tits and looking at her hopefully said, “Can you take the panties off and leave the stockings and bra on?”

 “Your wish is my command”, Jen said dutifully. 

She played with the garter a bit and slowly pulled her black lace panties off as she stared him right in the eye.  Jen stepped out of them, picked them up and wrapped them around his cock.  He sighed then admired her trimmed bush.  Jen didn’t shave everything off, but left a 'landing strip', just for fun.

“You look good enough to eat”, he said as laid straight on his back.
“Sit on my face, and let me taste that pussy”, he demanded.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the sensation, then squatted over his mouth, putting her arms behind her, she steadied herself on his chest and felt heaven.  Heaven now was a man’s tongue exploring her clit, licking little circles around it, then sucking.  Oh god, the wonderful feeling.  Real men eat pussy, and good men do it well.  This was great and she moaned her sighs of pleasures.  His tongue ran down her wet slit and found the tight hole that needed his attention.  Pushing his tongue through her swollen lips, he began to explore the wet soft walls of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing this”, she moaned out in the darkness. 

He took hold of her hips and darted his tongue in and out of her, faster, pushing his nose against her clit.  Tonight Jen wasn’t going to hold back, screams escaped as she came quick and hard.  He pushed her up and off his face and Jen could see his lips glistening with her juices.  He massaged her legs again, obviously obsessed with the silk stockings, but that was fine with Jen. 

“I need to fuck you Jen”, he said sternly. 

Soon she was on her hands and knees, bent over the big pink teddy bear they had been laying on.  He positioned himself behind her, but didn’t enter her yet.  Leaning over he kissed her back, and grabbed her tits, whispering in her ear,
“You’ve got great tits, and a great ass, and I can’t wait to be inside your great pussy”. 

His kisses and nibbles went back down her until he reached her rounded ass cheeks that were ideally framed with her garter belt and stockings.  He nibbled on those cheeks as he fingered her ass.  This time it was groans that filled the air and Jen began to feel like a wild and free animal, being in the outdoors, having great sex, and feeling like a woman again.

“mmmmm….fuck me now”, Jen pleaded.

The next sensation was that of a tease, the feeling of a cock head running down her slit, making it wetter, and making her beg for more.

“Take it all”, he said as he slammed his cock inside her, she lifted her head as he groaned out, Jen gasped, but not because of the feeling of cock inside her again.

She saw a shadow.  A shadow in the tent nearby.  The outline was obviously that of a man, a man whose dick was resting in the palm of his hand and he was slowly jerking off.  My god!  He had been watching them!  Horrified at first and then turned on, Jen pushed back hard onto that fine cock that was fucking her, trying to pick up the pace.  He grabbed her shoulders and slowed her down.  There was movement in the shadow and the glows around it.  He was coming towards them.  “Stop” she cried out.

“Is there something wrong baby?”, he gently asked.

Jen explained she thought they had a spectator and told him to keep on the look out for him.  Turns out he was just as turned on at the prospect of being part of a sex show and told her not to worry.  Jen couldn’t see, but he had caught the eye of the man and motioned him towards them. 
Jen soon felt the engine of that hard cock slowly starting up again and taking her tight cunt for a ride.  She turned inward, into her body, into her womanhood, into her freedom, then relaxed and enjoyed the ride.  She not only enjoyed how good sex made her feel, but she reveled in the ability to make a man feel that good too.  It took her to another plane when it was this good. 
She was rudely awakened from all this with, “What’s going on here?” and the shine of a flashlight in her face.
She yelled and felt the cock pull out of her.  Then there were threats of calling the police; after all, he was only a security guard. 

“This is fine pussy, how about you have some and we forget all about this”.

“Hey wait”, Jen said as she turned around to look at them, “Don’t I get a say in this?”. 

“Who are you why are you here?”, Jen insisted on knowing.

“I’m the security guard here, you can just call me Billy”, he explained as he unzipped his fly, “What do you think, could you use another honey?”

It was a fine thick cock and it was popping out of a uniform.  Jen hadn’t been part of a threesome since she was in college.
“The more the merrier”, she said giving in.

Her pal from the bar said, “Let’s switch places” and came to the front, the front of Jen’s face.  She could smell her juices on his cock and instinctively opened her mouth.  Billy didn’t wait at all and stretched her cunt with his thick cock almost immediately.  He went into her with such power that she was forced onto the cock in front of her face.

“Suck  me” is all she needed to hear.  Jen began to suck her own juices off his hard cock while getting fucked harder and harder from behind.
The cry, groans, moans, and whimpers of great sex began to float over the booths and tents along with the fog.  Jen had started to cum, the taste of cock in her face and the feel of it in her pussy being too much for her to stand.  Her sucking was working wonders on the cock that was fucking her face and she felt the jerk of a trigger about to go off. 
He jammed his cock far down her throat as started to cum, “Ohhhhhh, yea..mmmm”
Jen drank the milky goo and got drunk on it.

However, a new sensation was moving across her body.  A cool hard feeling over her ass.  Jen turned to look behind her to see Billy with his nightstick and he was moving it onto her asshole.  He wasn’t quite entering her ass with it, but he was getting close.  He picked up the pace, teasing Jen’s ass with the nightstick, it was hard and cool.  He was more gruff with her, not gentle as it was before. 

“Bitch, you ready to be my cum slut?”, he asked her, then began to smack he ass with the nightstick.  She liked it and as he bucked hard on her, she came along with him.

Jen collapsed on the teddy bear, listening to two zippers closing back up.  When she lifted her head up again, Billy was gone. 

“It’s late honey, we should get you home”, he said as he gave her the now wrinkled soiled dress, it looked a little how Jen felt.  Jen felt good, but a bit used up, now she looked forward to a warm bath.

When they got to the bar’s parking lot, it was empty except for her car.
“It was great Jen, are you all right?”
“Oh yes, I’m great”, she answered.
He held the car door open for her; she climbed in, started the engine, smiled at him, and drove away, waving as she did.

In five minutes, she was home and she was tired.  As she got out of her clothing to take that bath she desired, she thought back to when she first met him that night, saying to herself, 'I really did get a double Horny Bull'.Jen began to draw her bath and by the time she was stepping into it she said aloud, “I never got his name!”

Gay for The Stay

It was early in the morning when I was handed a thick document by the Constable at my door.  They finally found Tommy, arrested him, and want me to testify.  Tommy had been my roommate for about 9 months last year.  We had an interesting relationship; everything was split down the middle, including me.  No romantic involved, just sort of friends with benefits.  He was a great lover, knew everything I needed to cum and soak his balls with my juices every time.  Problem was that he was a bad boy, admittedly part of my attraction to him.He skipped out about six months ago, leaving me lonely and frustrated at night and a lot poorer with no one to help with bills.  That was nothing compared to the fact that he stole my car that morning.  I was very proud of that Mustang, it was my baby and I felt he raped it.

After thinking about all this, I moved back to the kitchen and sat down with my coffee.  I opened the document and written at the top was: Subpoena.  It had the details including the trail date.  I marked it on my calendar; it was for about 10 days from now.

….  Finally the day had come.  I had been stewing for a week about Tommy and I was ready to get the bastard thrown in jail.  He can’t be playing Grand Theft Auto with my car.  When I walked into the courtroom, I was cool as a cucumber.  I even took pride in the fact that I stayed cool when he came into the room and had the balls to wink at me!

I was one of the first witnesses for the prosecution.  I told them all that I knew about Tommy.  I explained what he had done the morning he left, taking my keys and stealing my car and that was just the worse of it.  A couple of days later he was on the stand himself and the things he was saying about me, total lies, started to get me pissed off.  Saying that I was getting drugs for him and doing petty crimes to get him money.  I had been angry with him since he got up and left with my car six months prior.  To hear what he was saying now just set me off.  All of a sudden I saw red, the world shrunk to tunnel vision and I ran towards him, yelling at the top of my lungs.  I couldn’t help it.  The next things I heard were a gavel coming down hard and “Stop or I’ll hold you in contempt”.  I didn’t stop what I was doing and that was it.  I ended up being put in handcuffs, lead out of the courtroom by a bailiff, with a 30-day sentence in the county jail for contempt of court.  The rest of the next 12 hours was surreal.  I was taken to a basement in the jail, had to surrender my clothing and all the possessions on me.  I was given a yellow two-piece uniform.  I later found out that as of that moment I was a member of the “banana squad”.

Eventually I ended up in the place that would be my home for the next 30 days.  I was in a cell with a petite girl, not much younger than me, that was in for petty larceny.  We didn’t say much to each other for the first few days.  That was fine with me truthfully.  That all changed one evening.  It was late; lights out had been called several hours prior.  I wasn’t sleeping well, lightly all the time now.  I heard a rustling, then a whisper in my ear,

“Listen hon, you listenin’ ?”, she said firmly

All I could do is nod my head.  I was scared to death.  I didn’t know what was going to happen.

“You’re just one more bitch in the banana squad”, she told me matter-of-factly.

The banana squad was lowest on the totem pole, in for 30 days or less, then came the blues, they were the beginning of the felons, finally the reds, serious felons that weren’t in the state prison system yet.  My cellmate was a blue.

“You like girls hon?”, now speaking a little more gently.

This time I answered with just a shake of the head.

“That doesn’t matter now hon, I’m gonna be sure understand what gay for the stay means”

The next thing I felt was her cold hand between the elastic of my pants and my skin.  I started to squirm and slap her back.  That was a big mistake.  She stopped looked at me and laid her fist right into my solar plexus.  It took my breath away; I gasped trying to get air as her hands pulled my pants down.  I could tell that she had done this many times before.  I felt the hard rubber of a dildo shoved up my dry pussy, seemingly tearing me.  I started to yell out, but she put her hand over my mouth saying, 

“That would be your second, and even worse, mistake bitch”.

I shut up and took the pain.  She let go of the dildo and left it in me as she pulled down her pants and crawled on top of my face. 

“You better be good to my pussy or I can make things even worse for you”.

I had never eaten pussy before, but I had to learn quickly and get it right this first time.  All I could base it on was what men had to me in the past to bring me to that brink.  I parted her lips with my tongue and licked up and down her wet slit as she rocked on me.  I was tasting pussy for the first time, a musky sweetness.  I think it was starting to turn me on; the dildo that was stuck in my cunt was loosening a bit, was I getting wet?  I flicked my tongue on her clit and got a positive response, finally.  She had to keep quite or her moans very soft, but she

quickly came and made me drink her juices.  She quickly was off me, fucked me a couple of times with the dildo and disappeared in the dark to the top bunk.

Leaning over she said to me, “Next time is your turn”.

A couple of nights later she kept her promise.  I again heard rustling from the top bunk and she by my side again.

“You keep quite again, got it?”, she said as she was pulling down my pants. 

This time she managed to bind my ankles with my blanket to the bottom of the cot.  She didn’t speak after that, I could tell she just wanted to taste some pussy for herself.  Her tongue attacked me with a certain expertise, better than some men I had.  It was difficult to keep my moans quiet.  She stuffed that damned dildo up my cunt again and then just tickled my clit with a flicking of her master tongue.  I came almost instantly; it had been so long since my pussy had any attention.  I wondered who better to know what a woman needed than another woman did?  Made sense to me, guess I could be “gay for the stay”.  For the next three weeks we went through our routine about three or four times a week.  We learned each other’s needs and how to get favors done for one or the other.

There was only one time when she had to promise me to someone else to get some snack bags she wanted.  That time I had to give a rim job to a “red” in the shower for two days in a row.  Not may favorite thing, but keeping my cellmate happy assured I would stay happy too.

Finally, my 30 days were up.  I was let out at 4:00am.  They got me up early so I could collect my things and change back to my street clothing.  I said good-bye to my cellmate, just smiling.  She answered with “I’ll miss that sweet pussy…good luck”.

I was a free woman again.  Perhaps even a better one?

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

Let's Finish The Buffet

Be sure to enjoy the first part of the buffet here:

CJ moved onto the bed and sat me back on Mr. W’s face. I put my arms behind me and leaned back on them, as Mr. W’s tongue entered my tight snatch, CJ put the camera down and started lapping at my clit. He just can’t stay away from a big swollen clit. I had never felt two tongues on my pussy before. I was in heaven. The sound of two men slurping at me was driving me closer to the edge; I was getting ready to cream two faces.
They weren’t going to make it that easy for me though. They both stopped. CJ picked up his camera again as Mr. W. pulled on my ankles, forcing me to my back.
“I want to work your tits while I fuck you”, Mr. W said as he started to mount me.
The time for teasing was definitely over. He pushed his cock inside me, moving easily into my slippery tight hole. Then he shoved himself inside me to the hilt, his balls resting on my ass. I screamed out as his dick stretched my pussy, my back arched as I could feel his heat all over the wet walls of my pussy.
CJ, even though he has the best view, puts the camera on a tripod and joins us again. CJ licked at my asshole as ‘W’ went deeper into my pussy.
With that, CJ stuck his thumb up my ass.
I screamed out, “Fuck me”.

CJ’s thumb pushed against Mr. W’s rock hard cock as he began to fuck me. ‘W’ nibbled at my tits as he pushed deeper inside me.
CJ’s cock by now was at rock hard attention and dripping as he pleasured the both us. I was hitting the point where I was drunk on cock, drunk on fucking.
I felt bad because CJ’s cock was so hard and handsome, but it wasn’t getting the attention it deserved. I let ‘W’ know it too, and told him to suck off CJ. He slowed down his strokes, but stayed inside me as CJ pulled his thumb from me, stood over me and gave ‘W’ his dick.

‘W’ started by sucking on his swollen knob. CJ moaned and was smiling; just seeing him that way turned me on. The both of them looked fantastic. As I Iooked up, CJ was straddling me; I could see his balls were tight and surely aching from Mr. W’s sucks. Still he managed to keep fucking my pussy with each thrust into me I heard a slurp and suck on CJ. Mr. W was actually making the both of us moan. ‘W’ took him all the way down and CJ’s balls were resting on his chin as he fucked me harder and deeper. I pushed and screwed my pussy right back onto his hot shaft. My pussy clamped around his meat and pulled him deeper into me, filling me up. He found my g-spot and rubbed it with his cock, sending me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
CJ was focused on seeing another man’s cock disappear into my cunt.
“Fuck my whore ‘W’”, CJ moaned out as he fucked his face.
I was getting so close to cumming I told ‘W’ I was ready.
He let CJ’s cock drop from his mouth and leaned over to bite my nipples, knowing that would do it for me.
My body began to tremble as he rubbed my g-spot and sucked my tits.
Finally, my entire body shattered over his cock, soaking it to his balls with my juices.
He went back to CJ, who immediately shoved his cock into his face and began to hammer it. A heard that familiar louder moan of CJ’s and watched as he loaded up Mr. W’s mouth with his hot cum. He instantly kissed me and gave me a taste of CJ’s spunk. It’s a familiar taste.
‘W’ is fucking me even harder now, rubbing my snatch with his dick. My fingernails began to dig into his back. I raise my ass up off the floor to meet his thrusts as I feel his balls slap my swollen pussy lips. In no time, he was draining his nuts into me as I had one more shiver of orgasm around his stiffness.
It was no surprise when we all collapsed on the bed, spent and satisfied.
Three has always been one of my lucky numbers.

Let’s Enjoy the Buffet

It was one of those nights when just one man wouldn’t do and I thought if Mr. W (I’ve spoken of him before) and CJ could step up to the plate that we’d all enjoy each other.
I made the plans to have the guys in the bedroom and ready for me at the end of one of my hard days.
I walked through the door and sighed, thinking that neither of the men had showed up. I walked to the bedroom planning on a shower and was pleasantly surprised. My guys were there, in all there glory, each in his birthday suit and a grin. I told them that I needed a shower and moved to the master bathroom.
I had a brief but enjoyable hot shower then joined the boys in the bedroom, and like them, wearing nothing but a grin.

CJ wanted to get off by watching and making a video, so he was comfortably seated on a chair at the foot of the bed with the camera.
Mr. W was obviously anxious pointed downward and said, “On the floor”.
I knelt before him as I’ve done several times before, looked up at him as he said,
“Lick the head”
I flicked my tongue across his throbbing head, lapping at his cockhead as a teaser while CJ watched through the display of a digital recorder. All I did was love his knob, nibbling at the underside. Mr. W leaned down and tugged at my nipples, just making my pussy ache more.
He lifted me up off the floor and escorted me to the bed. Then he leaned in, took a long suck on my hard nipples, and nibbled across my tits. He pulled and stretched at my nipples with his sucks and bites, and I loved it. My chest heaved with my moans. I watched as Mr. W. got all nasty on my tits and he looked so damn good doing it.
“You’re tits make me want to cum”, he whispered in my ear. I smiled and giggled then he said, “First I’m going to work on your ass a bit”
I turned and around and presented my ass to him, knowing he wanted it as his own plaything. Being the gentleman he was in bed, he even thanked me.
A warm wet feeling then ran the length of my crevasse, my pussy tightened and tingled with the sensation of Mr. W’s tongue on me.
I spread my knees apart wider and I reached back to spread my ass cheeks apart for him.
“Such a pretty hole”, he tells me.
His tongue began to explore my rosebud asshole ever so slightly. I felt goose bumps over my ass cheeks. The more he played, the more relaxed I became and his tongue tip ventured farther.
“That’s good, more tongue babe”, I softly moan.
With my request, he goes deeper, and then removes it. My clit was aching and my pussy was dripping already. I felt as though my juices would run down my thighs soon. Mr. W. went back to his ass play, rubbing my cheeks as he licked at my cherry bud. It didn’t take too long until he moaned that he wanted to suck my pussy and I needed him to eat me. He licked and nibbled at my pussy lips.
It was about at this time that CJ chimed in that he wanted to get a good look at the meal.

I straddled Mr. W’s face and faced CJ, his cock was rock hard and he stroked it as I lowered my swollen hot pussy onto the tongue of another man. I reached down and spread my lips as I did it, exposing my swollen clit.
I leaned forward to get another taste of his hard cock as I rubbed my snatch over Mr. W’s face. He holds back, teasing me, just to make me squirm on his face to paint it with my pussy juice. I teased him too, sucking just on his knob as I looked into CJ’s eyes, or at least the camera’s eye, and watched him slowly jerk his cock. Seeing CJ turned me on even more and I rocked on Mr. W’s face, needing more. I was soaking, dripping onto his tongue as he nibbled and licked at my love nib. He was driving me wild and I stopped sucking his cockhead long enough to lift my head up and beg to be eaten with wild abandon. After that I felt a beautiful pain, as he nibbled harder on my clit, then sucked at my slippery slit. I moaned out,
“More, please, more”. This time my pleas included those of CJ’s as he let him know what to do “Just eat my whore”.

The feast continues next time…

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!

One Night Does Not A Groove Make

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Butter and Rope - Part Two

Part Two
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week. So, check out Part One first.

The next time I encountered my lover online I had just received my bath time bunny and I told him about my new arrival. He told me that he would get me all ready for my new toy.

“I need a stick of butter”, he said
He told me that he owed me one and that he was at my door again because he was making cookies and now needed a stick of butter. He promised to share.
He also let me know that this time he had much more time; his wife was away for now.
I had no qualms about telling him that I needed his cock, badly. He was nice enough to tell me that it had gotten that way from looking at pictures of my wet pussy on my website.
I told him that here was something I had been thinking about doing with him lately, but didn’t know if I should let me know.
He told me to go ahead, that it would be all right.
I told him that I was becoming obsessed with the idea of him forcing me to suck and fuck his cock.
He fell into the whole idea so quickly I didn’t wonder if he had been having the same fantasy all along.
He told me that I shouldn’t have resisted his initial advances and kisses before. And now something had to be done about it.
I explained that I had only done that because of my guilt from the previous time. I was worried that my husband would find out.
He started giving me instructions, telling me to shut up and listen to what he was demanding.
He came towards me and came close to plain tearing me clothes off me.
“Your arms behind your back, now!”, he barked at me.
I do as he says and Mr. W pushes me onto my knees.
I turned my head to avoid his glare as he told me that my husband would find out what a slut I am.
He unzipped his pants, my eyes turned instinctively to him and widen at the site of his cock popping out of his pants.
I know I’m being bad. I know I shouldn’t notice, but I can’t help it. I just had to blow him. I could smell his musk and lean over to drool on his dick, literally. I spit on his cock, but he pushed me away. My tits pushed out far because Mr. W was behind me tying my hands behind my back.
When done he comments on how long my nipples are and toys with them.
The feel of the restraints and the site of hard cock were really turning me on.
My thoughts are brought back to my reality with a very hard twisting of my nipples. I was purely his plaything. I couldn’t move.
“You’re going to deep throat my cock woman”, he said almost triumphantly.
“No” I moaned out, refusing.
“I will fuck your mouth bitch”, he demanded again.
“No I can’t suck you, I shouldn’t”, I replied pleading with my capture.
He grabbed my hair and forced my lips open, gates for him, for the meal he was about to feed me. He instructed me not to bite, and I answered with a whimper of
“No sir, I won’t bite”
He pushes his cock slowly down my velvety channel. I succumb to my nature and start sucking, slobbering, and lapping at his fine cock. I make his cock just plain sloppy.
All of a sudden he was three-quarters of the way in and I gagged. I apologized,
“I wasn’t ready sir”
“Take it bitch”, he yelled at me.
I suck harder, my cheeks becoming concave as he fucked my face, in and out rapidly.
I was stuck and all I could do was suck, moaning as he used my face as his fuck hole.
As my tits started bouncing with the thrusts, he shoves his cock almost all the way down my throat.
He grabbed at my nipples and tugged hard, of course making my pussy seem to swell and forcing me to moan and hum on his dick. He pumps me deep and goes into a full-fledged face fuck. I just look up at him as I keep eating his meat. My lips thick and red.
I’ve masterfully taken him all in and all Mr. W can see now are his sensitive balls and they are resting on my chin.
He kept at my tits, twisting, twisting harder. My snatch was steaming and wet.
“Suck my cock, keep sucking honey”, he groaned out.

Then he changed his mind, telling me that he wanted some ‘lady juice’ on his cock.
He pushes me onto the floor, my face to the floor, my hands still tied, and my ass in the air. My pussy soaking, exposed, there just for him.
“Ohh look at that target, bitch!”, he exclaimed
I turn my face to the side and try to see.
Next I feel a quick lick on my swollen puffy pussy lips and shudder and moan out.
“You surprised me sir, thank you”
All the anticipation and cocksucking had brought me to the brink and the licks made me ache to cum.
His tongue plunged into my hot love hole and explores every crevice of my cunt.
My wrists twist against bondage.
Before I have a chance to take another breath Mr. W delved to the depths of my pussy with his rock hard cock at the same time telling me how my husband isn’t going to like what he’s doing to me.
“Smack my bad ass, smack me while you fuck me”, I pleaded.
He complied and spanked me until my cheeks were red. It was to his benefit too; with each slap, my pussy hugged his dick.
He pulled out of me and turned me around again, on my knees, facing him.
“Suck now, you’re my sex slave pig”, he commanded.
“Yes sir, that’s right, I forgot I’m your cock pig”, I answered
I took him back into my mouth, but this time I could taste my tangy juices on him.
One of my tits is the next part of body to receive attention. As he slams harder into my mouth one hands slides up to a happy tittie. His caress are the opposite of his what his cock is doing to my mouth, they are gentle, sending sensations from my nipples to my stomach. He tells me how my big tits are warm and heavy in his hand, going on to tell me that I am his pig, his tramp. I nod my head in answer to his curses.
He twists at my nipple and I take him deep into my throat and moan on him.
Now he tells me that he needs to release and I can taste his salty precum as it hits my tongue.
He asks me where I want him to spray me this time.
“Push me down on my face again”, I replied.

Finish it up with me in Part Three.

Butter and Rope - Part One

Part One
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week.

Mr. W and I set up a fantasy scenario, the fact that we lived near each other in the same condo.
One evening he gave me call; he needed a cup of sugar and was asking to borrow some from me.
There was a knock on my door within 2 minutes. Funny, even though I was expecting him, my body still shuddered when I heard the sharp knock.
I knew who it was and I knew it was somebody I wanted, in the worst way.
I instinctively looked out the peephole and there stood Mr. W., looking very anxious.
I answered the door, only wearing the bottoms of my long, red, silk pajamas.
I invited him in immediately once the door closed, his jaw dropped and he nervously said:
“I don’t have much time, my wife is waiting”. He was speaking to my hard nipples, not my eyes, but I didn’t care. I was getting the hoped for response.
“I’ll make it fast”, I said to him as I took off my pajama bottoms and squatted in front of him. I unzipped his pants and grabbed at his already stiff cock, pulling it into the light and for me to admire.
No pauses, no teases, I finger my clit as I sucked Mr. W deep into my mouth.
He just stood there and moaned out in mind-blowing pleasure.
This time it was all about him, I wanted it that way, he needed it that way.
His hands grabbed at the thick dark strands of my hair as I began to swallow him up. Soon he was pushing my face to the base of his cock. This quickly caused his balls to rest against my chin.
“Suck it off babe, just suck it off”, he groaned.
My head started bobbing on his rock hard hot dick, sucking and gulping at it.
I tickled at my clit faster as I felt him grow even thicker against the inside of my cheeks.
“OH Deb I want to cum on your whore face”, Mr. W moaned out as he pulled his cock out of me loving mouth. By now I was outright fingering my wet cunt.
“On your knees bitch”, he commanded. I quickly pulled my fingers out of myself and dropped to my knees.
He vigorously jerked off pointing his cockhead right towards my face.
A few grunts and the spray of white-hot goo was landing on my lips, cheeks, eyes, and hair.
He must have emptied every single drop in his tight sack onto me.
“I have to get home Debbie”, he said as he zipped up.
I got his sugar for him.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll need a stick of butter”, he said impishly.