The Overlook - A Reader's Guest Post Continues

I have a new regular reader that did me the honor of writing a story a while ago, this is a continuation of the characters created in that story.If you're interested in being a guest poster in this blog see the details at the end of the story. 

Now on with our couple...

Tyler Anderson had finally had his dream fulfilled when his neighbor Ken had come to him offering his wife Debbie to the 24 year old.  As a 50th birthday present for Debbie, Ken had talked their neighbors son into fucking her with his big cock to fulfill a fantasy of hers.  Unbeknown to him, the boy had fantasized about Ken’s big-breasted wife since hitting puberty 10 years before.
That fateful morning Ken had not only given a boy whose masturbation fantasy of choice was his pretty wife Debbie, a fix by letting him screw her silly on his kitchen table, Ken had shown Tyler her weakness and how to get this sexy wife again.

Once having sampled Debbie’s charms, Tyler was driven by the experience to have her again.  Debbie, being friends with his parents, had given him the chance he needed to get her alone rather easily.  He knew every Thursday night her husband Ken dropped her off at the English class she taught on his way to work.  Tyler’s mother was her ride home an hour and a half later.  This Thursday Tyler told his mother since he would be downtown shopping, he would have no problem bringing Debbie home for her.  Tyler’s mom readily agreed and he set his plan in motion.

That evening waiting in the parking lot, Tyler’s hand stroked his long thick length to life.  He had decided to start with visual stimulation on the sexy 50 year old.  He wanted to trigger her memory of what had filled her tight cunt several weeks before.  When she stepped from the building after class his thick 9 inches were obscenely displayed across the front of his tight sweats.

Debbie came out of her class looking around for her ride as Tyler pulled up and rolled down the window, “Mom asked if I would get you tonight Deb.”, he told her with a smile.

Not having seen Tyler since that fateful morning several weeks before, Debbie flushed at seeing the cute 24 year old.  Climbing into the car, her gaze dropped to his crotch looking at the large outline stretching the fabric.

“I’m taking the overlook route back, there is a wreck on I-7.” he told her matter-of-factly as her eyes came back up to his.

She swallowed before replying, “That’s fine Tyler.”

Her pulse raced as she tried not to look at her young companion.
The look on her face and the fact that her large nipples were now pushing out the fabric in the front of her dress spoke volumes.
As they drove in the darkness very little was said until Tyler pulled off the road on one of the hills into a wooded area.

“Tyler where are you going?”  Debbie asked her young chauffeur looking around.

“I haven’t driven up here in years, I just wanted to take a quick look at the city.” he replied as they emerged from the trees to a gravel clearing with a view overlooking the city lights.
Debbie had not been up here in years either, but knew this place was more for young kids to come look at the naked sights in their cars more than city lights.  Looking around she saw several other cars parked here.

“Tyler I can't be seen up here.  Can you imagine the gossip if someone saw me here?” she whispered sliding down in the seat.

As she looked over at him she saw he had pulled his throbbing manhood from his sweats.  His 9-inch cock lay splayed across his thigh as his palm ran up and down its length.
Her mouth went dry looking at his beautiful cock finally up close. 

“Tyler we can’t be doing this.  I’m married baby and I know … “ Loosing her thought and finally asking, “Can we just go now before someone see’s me?”

Just then, headlights raked across the windows of the car as another pulled up behind them.
Looking in the rear view mirror Tyler hissed, “Shit it’s a cop”.
Debbie slipped lower in the seat.
Panicky Debbie looked at him wide-eyed as Tyler reached over the seat pulling out a blanket from the back.
Spreading the blanket over his lap, he told her, “Get under the blanket like your giving me a blow-job”.
Her eyes wide she looked at him in disbelief.  “The last thing I want is a cop catching me sucking you off.  Are you crazy?” as she heard the door open and close to the cruiser behind them.

“Trust me Debbie, this has worked for me before, he won’t look under the blanket and will never know who you are, now hurry.”  He lifted the blanket from his lap.
Out of options, she groaned, “I can’t believe I’m doing this”.
Diving forward, she pressed her face into the hot flesh of his cock as he dropped the blanket over her head.
Just then a knock at the driver side window had Tyler rolling it down.  He looked up into a familiar face,  “Officer Raines how are you tonight sir?”  Tyler asked the Deputy Sheriff he had known since he was a young boy.

Under the blanket, Debbie’s gasp at the identity of the officer blew her hot breath across the swollen head of Tyler’s sensitive cock causing the boys eyes to half shut as he sucked in a deep breath.
Roger Raines had watched Tyler grow up and now stood over him watching the scene unfold on the boys lap.  Messing with him a bit would be something he could tell Tyler’s father the next time they met so he smiled as he started questioning the boy.
“Your eyes are looking kind of funny Tyler, have you been doing drugs out here”, Roger asked Tyler in a serious tone.

Debbie’s breathing on his cock was driving him crazy as the Deputy questioned him.  Finally, he slipped both hands under the blanket.  One grabbed the back of her head and the other his swollen penis.  He started rubbing his wet tip across her lips as his other held her head fast.
The moment her mouth opened in protest he fed his swollen knob into her mouth.  A long sigh and a whispered “Fuck yea” left his lips.
His eyes went back to the Deputy and he knew lying would get him nowhere.
“I mean nooo sir! I’m not doing drugs.  I’m...I’m getting my cock sucked sir and enjoying every second of it.”
Smiling inside Deputy Rains still in a stern tone asked Tyler, “Who might this little cock sucker be Tyler?”

“I promised to keep her identity a secret Rodger, can we just leave it at that?”  Tyler asked, his eyes pleading with the Deputy.

Wanting to push the boy’s buttons just a few more times, he thought for a moment and said, “Well, I dunno.  She could be a minor out here sucking your cock, and if it was found out later that I did nothing I would be in big trouble Tyler.”

“She is no minor Rodger, you have my word”, Tyler exclaimed through heavy breaths as his tool pressed deeper into her hot mouth.

“I’m sorry Tyler but I just cant take your word for that without some verification.” he said in his sternest tone yet, watching the young man squirm.
         
Debbie in her frustration with Tyler filling her mouth with his cock began to suck on it in earnest.  He felt her tongue running up and down the hardening hot flesh filling her mouth.
After a groan from Debbie’s oral ministrations on his cock, he turned to the Officer and out of breath exclaimed, “She has a small butterfly tattoo on her ass Deputy Raines.  You know she had to be at least 18 to have gotten that.  Get on your knees baby and let the deputy check.” ,Tyler said between a few more deep breaths as his heart raced from her mouth now sucking his large knob.

Debbie couldn’t believe that Tyler was asking her to put her ass up to be examined by a friend of her husband no less.  Unable to find any other solution to her predicament though she slowly crawled up onto the front seat raising her ass to the passenger window.
She listened to the crunch of gravel as the Deputy walked around the car.

“Have the little lady move back some Tyler so I can see better”, the deputy said smiling at the girls predicament and the fun he was having with them.
Tyler began to slide over holding the blanket over her head and shoulders as Debbie crawled backwards until her ass and legs were up against the door and window.
She heard Deputy Raines open the car door behind her and felt a cool breeze on her skin as her dress was lifted over her ass-cheeks.  Her face burned with embarrassment knowing her ass was bare to one of her husband’s friends.  She started to pull her mouth off Tyler’s hard cock when his hand pressed her back down filling her mouth with his hard flesh and holding her tight.
His fat cock sank to the back of her wet hot mouth making him groan out his next words.  “It’s back there... just...check.”

“Not too many under age girls wear panty hose Tyler, I’ll give you that”, he replied as his fingers hooked underneath the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties.

She tried again to pull off Tyler’s cock to tell them her tattoo was on her lower back and not her ass to try to stop the hands from exposing her now moist sex to her husband’s friends eyes.  Lifting up in alarm her head was again pressed down onto Tyler’s hard young cock as he groaned yet again as his sensitive head pushed down her throat.

The Deputy’s fingers peeled her panties and hose down over her ass to the middle of her thighs exposing her round soft ass and shaved pussy.
“My, my Tyler.  You have got you one fine piece of ass tonight.”

The lips of her cunt began to get wet at being exposed to a man who was at her house almost weekly with her husband to watch football.  Debbie and Alisha Raines, Rodgers wife, were good friends and here her husband had her bare ass and pussy in his hands.
Debbie felt the rough leather of the Deputy’s gloved finger slide down between the cheeks of her ass over her brown little bud.  An involuntary moan slipped past the cock filling her mouth as the finger continued to part the lips of her sex running the length of her wet slit.  The rough tip of the glove rubbed her swollen clit eliciting a moan with each pass.  It was exciting to feel the sensation of leather playing with her clit, it seemed as though her entire pussy became more sensitive to it.

“Tyler we have a problem my young friend.  I don’t see any tattoo on this beautiful ass and this girl does not have a lick of hair between her legs.  I am really thinking I had better I.D. her I’m afraid, I’m almost positive she is under age now.” he said with a chuckle as his gloved finger moved into a slow rhythm of rubbing her hard swollen clit.

Her ass rising higher into the air under the onslaught of the rough wet leather on her sensitive bud, Debbie blurted out around the cock in her mouth, “Lllook Hhggigger.” as a long low groan followed her outburst.
Her mouth was now sucking her young neighbor as his hips rose and fell from the seat pumping her mouth.
Roger Raine’s pushed the dress higher onto her back as his eyes widened at the small heart shaped tattoo above her hip.  Below the tattoo was the word “Pet” and the officer from years of putting pieces of evidence together immediately connected an assortment of facts from his own life.
It had been months earlier on a bowling night with Debbie’s husband that they had talked about tattoos.  Ken had mentioned Debbie’s heart tattoo to him and how he had just gotten her to put the word “Pet” beneath it.  The fact that his good friends wife was out here in the woods sucking off her neighbors son, and having her pussy played with by him, had his cock instantly straining under his uniform.
Roger made the decision then that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  He unzipped his trousers pulling out his stiffening cock as he continued started talking, “I’m thinking I know the difference between a real and fake tattoo Tyler, I think there is only one way to see if she is under age now.”
Tyler was hardly listening anymore, his eyes half closed and breathing ragged as his cock pumped his hot little cheating housewife’s mouth.  His hands full of her hair, his hips fucked her mouth with abandon as his head rolled back on the seat.
Debbie at first thought it was the officer’s finger pressing into her raised cunt when her eyes went wide with the realization that her husband’s friend was filling her cunt with his hard cock.  A moan left her lips as the large caliber gun between his legs pushed to the bottom of her wet holster.

A sting ran across her ass as his leather glove came down hard on her upraised ass-cheeks getting her attention.
“Time for you to show me your not some little under age school girl.  You have 5 minutes to use that pussy like a woman and make me cum or I drag you out from underneath that blanket and take you down to the station.” he barked.

A shiver of fear ran up her spine as she started moving her ass back and forth along his hard length.  Her hips rocked and slapped back against his police utility belt, driving his long cock deep into her pussy.  Flexing every muscle between her legs, she milked his cock with every pass hearing him draw long breaths.

“My god you know how to fuck baby.” he groaned as she brought him closer and closer to release.  His hands slid across the top of the car pressing down holding himself still as her hips and cunt worked his cock like a velvet glove.

Almost instantaneously Debbie felt her young lovers cock jerk in her mouth, filling it with his hot thick love.  Her ass was a blur as she rode the Deputy’s cock closer and closer to release.
Feeling Roger’s hips press tight to her ass, his weapon of sex fired deep in her cunt.
He emptied all his cylinders firing round after round of hot seed deep in his friend’s wife.  His head slumping on the top of the car holding tight after firing his last shot.  With a wet plop, his softening gun slipped from her leaking cunt.
He pushed his wet tool back into his police trousers and ran his hand over her beautiful bare ass.  “You made me a believer baby, you’re definitely a woman.
“Later Tyler.  Stay out of trouble”, he said as he staggered back into his cruiser and with a crunch of gravel slowly drove off.

Debbie pulled the blanket from her head and sat up on the seat.  “Oh my god Tyler.  One of my husband’s best friends just fucked me.  He is at our house every Sunday and Monday night for football”, her eyes looking into his with fear.

He slipped across the seat soothing her with his voice and holding her.  “He had no idea who you were.  Don’t you worry your beautiful little head baby, I’m sure the next time you see Officer Raines the only thing he will ask you for is another beer.”

His mouth moved to hers and opened taking her tongue in a deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.  The heavy kissing slowly led to his hands slipping under her dress and bra as each hand wrapped around a soft hanging globe.
Through his kisses she told him, “Tyler you really need to get me home baby”.
The fire between her legs was burning hot.  Not having gotten off on Rogers cock she was torn between getting home to her husband and the now again stiffening cock of her young neighbor in her hand.
Tyler had no such compunction.  If Debbie’s husband had made one mistake in having Tyler fuck her on her birthday, it was in telling his young neighbor how easily his wife was dominated.  Tyler had fantasized about this older woman for years growing up next door.  With the body of a curvy sports car, Debbie’s husband had inadvertently given his young neighbor a set of keys to take her out whenever he chose.

Right now he turned that key.  “Get your fucking sloppy cunt on my cock.”  He growled at her as he twisted her fat nipples in his strong fingers.

Her mouth opening in a wide O as she groaned from the pain shooting from her nipples.  All thought of getting home to her husband disappearing as a need to obey burned bright in her mind along with a desire to quench the fire between her legs.
Peeled off her hose and underwear she climbed across his lap and straddled him.  Her hand pushed the fat head of his cock between the lips of her wet cunt and she eased herself down onto his thick 9 inches of hot flesh.  A moan rang out into the cool dark night air as her ass came to rest on his upper thighs.  “Oh god baby your big cock feels so good.”

Nothing could stop the passion that was building with each quickening rise of her hips.  Finally, two softly whispered words broke the silence.  “Fuck me,” she hissed.
Looking into her eyes he asked her with a steel tone in his voice and hard eyes, “You ready to please your man again Debbie?”

A shiver ran down her back as her arms wrapping around his neck.  Sliding up and down the long fat shaft stretching her cunt she slowly replied in deepening breaths,  “So, you like fucking other men’s wives?  Is that it, Tyler?” she murmured into his ear.

Tyler’s hands remained on her tits, squeezing and kneading them.  Pushing them together his thumb and forefinger on each hand found her nipples, and gently squeezed, causing her to gasp in pleasure.  “Absolutely”, he breathed.  “There’s nothing sexier than a cheating little housewife.”

Tyler smiled into her lusty eyes knowing she was going to have a lot of explaining to do tonight when she arrived home late because he was going to keep this little wife very busy pleasing him for hours to come.

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

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








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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

Winter Storm

This week, as most people living along the I-95 corridor know, we had a big Winter Storm. It started the night before and continued through the next day. March definitely came in like a lion here. March’s lion wasn’t the only I was experiencing that day. I got a phone call from my boss at 5:45 in the morning to let me know that work was closed and to take a “snow day”. I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep for a few more hours. CJ got the same type of call, so we got to spend the day together. Something we enjoy, especially during the week, and experience it only once a week at best. With CJ and I many times it’s the seemingly little things that add to our intimacy. The morning began with each of us having a hot breakfast together, rather than cold cereal, separately. We watched the snow continue through the morning, sipping on hot coffee, and having the conversations that I delight in.

We lit the fireplace and settled in for the day. As I sat in my chair doing my cross-stitch, watching the movie we had chosen for the day, CJ moved behind me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I softly giggled and went back to what I was doing. CJ didn’t stop there though, his soft little kisses continued. I put down the project I was working on, leaned back and enjoyed the warm feeling. His kisses now turning into nips and bites. His lips are always warm and wet. He advanced to my cheek, and then came around to smile at me at kiss my mouth. I returned not only his smile, but every motion, and picked up on every signal.

As often times in the past, our foreplay seems to start wherever we are. This time was no different. We were entwined, kissing, and gently fell to the Oriental rug between the bedroom and the living room. The warmth from CJ’s body was a nice addition to the fireplace. My hands slipped under his pajamas giving me a chance to massage his bare skin and brush against his now hardening cock. CJ easily peeled off my clothing. It seemed to me that once he had done that, rather than taking his time exploring my body, he went straight to my tits, and stayed there. Of course he knows I like that, but it’s only a part of our foreplay. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand as he bit my nipples, one at time, and pulled on them with his teeth.
“Come to the bedroom babe. I have an idea”, he said in a way that was very alluring to me.
When we got to the bedroom he opened my “toy drawer”. After rummaging around he found what he wanted, my nipple jewelry (for a picture of this toy in use see: A Night With Mr. W.) Since this is one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, CJ knew how to put it on me quickly. Still only rubbing the other parts of my body, he changed his form and lightly lapped at my nipples now. My sighs turned to moans, especially when he stopped and pulled off the bottoms of those PJ’s. No matter how good of a writer I become, I will never find words to describe how handsome his cock is when it’s at attention for me.

He whispered in my ear “I have something even better planned”.
I had no idea what he meant.
He continued teasing me, with words this time, “I know that you like it a bit kinky sometimes”, he said as he smiled and dove onto my tits again.
My pussy was wet now and my moans louder. My nipples had become more sensitive than I think I had ever felt them before. I was at the point where I wanted to touch him anywhere I could. In the mean time I was curious about what the last comment he made meant.
“I don’t want to fuck you on the bed”, he said to continue his tease.
“Well what do you want?”, I said in my most dutiful voice.

CJ then took matters into his own hands. I could tell this was a well planned out setting. Our bedroom has a large glass door to the patio that is covered with wide vertical blinds. CJ opened the blinds and moved them all to the far right. It really was beautiful outside, snow always seems to make things more quiet and serene. CJ stood sideways in front of the door. I could see his cock jutting out from between his thighs, but I just kept staring at him.
“Come on over here babe and join me”, CJ asked.
I quickly moved towards him and when I was about to embrace him, he stopped me and pushed me to my knees. I moved my mouth to his cockhead, but again he stopped me.
“Not this time Deb”, he told me.
As he continued smiling and speaking to me softly he said all I was allowed to do was lick his balls. He didn’t even want me to touch his cock. He lifted his hard-on so it rested on my face as I tilted it upwards and I flicked my tongue over his sacs. I could tell by those special moans of his that he was enjoying my tongue play.
He gasped between his moans to say “Long licks on ‘em now babe”.
I flattened my tongue and as I rolled his nuts over my tongue I could feel his cock twitch and harden on my face.

When I could feel the heat of his cock and could smell that man essence that I know is CJ I wanted to taste more of him, have more of him. He wouldn’t allow it and I realized this was just his way to extend my torture. It started with the obscure whispers, moved onto the play that only seemed to be focused on my tits and nipples, now my tongue is being kept from his meat.
There was a final moan before he lifted me up by the shoulders so we were face to face again. He pulled on the chain that was attached to my nips and again sucked them like a hungry baby. As I was delighting in the sensation and the fact that my cunt was dripping, you know, when all you seem to be experiencing is a oneness with the sensations your body is sending you. All of a sudden I wasn’t only spinning from the sensual experience, but because CJ was quickly turning me towards the door and pushing me against it.
What a sensation! The ice cold feeling of smooth polished glass was hitting my already very erect nipples, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, almost like the sensation I love of being spanked. My abdomen was pressing against the glass also, my pussy tingled in a way I had never felt, and it was an adventure. All these different feelings were joining with a favorite kink, my exhibitionism. CJ held me pressed against the glass as his cock pushed on my ass cheeks. He pushed my knees apart and tilted my hips so he could enter into my very ready slippery cunt. I moaned out as he did so and saw my hot breath vaporize on the glass. I was hot and cold at the same time. Heat from my hips down and cold from my waist up.
CJ drove into me with his heat as he tugged on my nipple chain at the time, whispering in my ear, “Does it burn babe? I want to make you burn.”
He was surely succeeding at that.

As CJ and I rocked against each other, I began to survey the view I had. The parking lot was basically empty. Not even the dog walkers in the neighborhood seemed to be out. Rather than being discouraged by this, it was the possibility that I could be seen at any moment still turned me on. There were the passing salt trucks and plows that would go down the street every so often, but that was the only sign of life. CJ just would fuck me harder when he saw that a car or truck was going by. Just as he said when we first got to the bedroom, he does know how to do me kinky, and I love him for it. He really was stirring my pussy now. As we moved together, the warmer I got, the more the double intensity struck my body, the more our moans filled the air, and I got closer to cumming.

CJ was getting closer to exploding too. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulders as my hot breath would just hit the glass, causing more clouds. Sometimes he would drive so hard, fast, and deep that just the top of my clit would hit the cold door. I could feel my cunt pucker and pull tight on his cock when it happened. Then it happened, perfection! I saw a salt truck slow down as he drove up our street. In fact he came to a full halt.
CJ slowed down a bit and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that honey?”
“Oh yes! Fuck me harder, show him how I get fucked”.
He waited a moment and when the driver turned his head, obviously watching, he pounded my pussy with a perfect vigor. As he did, he tugged on my nipples and I pictured the driver pulling his hard cock out of his pants and jacking off. I lifted my arms above my head and pushed my hands on the glass, staring at the guy in the truck, I grasped CJ’s cock with my kink filled pussy as we came together. Oh god, it was wonderful! I crumpled onto the floor with my eyes still on the salt truck. He was already driving off and I sighed. I turned around, looked up at CJ and said, “I do like to be kept warm on a cold winter’s day”.

I was rejuvenated the next day, ready to go to work. As I turned onto our street in the morning for some strange reason I had to drive around a large pile of road salt.

The Unlocked Door-Part 2

Please read Part One (The Unlocked Door) before enjoying this story.

So there I sat, the cop sitting across from me continuing the script from my Talk Dirty To Me chat room. I didn’t mind being reminded….
These words became a lot more real that I ever thought they would. My cop started doing his part, almost immediately. It was his hands that I felt running into my wet pussy. It was his teeth that bit down on my nipples. He was firmly telling me what a slut I was as he kept reading the chat. It was perfection, my pussy being played with at the same my tits are being nibbled, and I’m being told what a damn slut I am.

[Dirty Debbie note: for easier reading of Debbie's chat click on the pictures of the screen]

He got about this far when he stopped to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. I could easily see his stiff bulging dick. He kicked his shoes off and took off his pants. His cock was a lot more comfortable, at attention and his one eye starring at my pussy. He put the laptop on the table as he moved close enough tease my wet slit with his cockhead. He kept reading from the script I had seemed to have written for him.

I may not to have been able to move much, but I sure could feel his slippery, hot, rock hardness filling up my tight cunt and stirring me up from the inside. He got it all back from me too, my velvety wet pussy hugged him with each thrust.
I didn’t need the script to tell me when to moan, I knew exactly when to.
He would thrust a few times, teasing me by stopping to read some more to me, then he’d shove his hot rock hard cock into me again. A few more thrusts and then a few more lines from the script. It was becoming fucking agonizing.

At that point neither of us could take the fact I was firmly fastened to a dining room chair. The cop positioned me to his liking and so he could follow the script:

I heard the door open again. This time it was different, the sound of a key turning in a lock prefaced the steps walking down the hall.
I knew who it was, and I knew how he would find me, my ass in the air moaning as a complete stranger, a cop no less, fucks my slut brains out.

As before, that’s another story.

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.

Is It Safe?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debbie Does You #2 - For Matt

This time it was Matt that sent along his fantasy. it took me a little while to get to him, but I hope it's worth it. It was easy because it's one of my favorite subjects, the great fun of having two men. Also known as a Debbie sandwich.
His email was precise, but just the first line made it able for me to fly:

I re-read a 3some post and hoped to offer this inspiration.

Hold on Matt, here we go...

It had been a long, lonely weekend so far. I’m dangerous when I feel lonely and neglected.
CJ got home early from work and I suggested that we go out to one of our favorite small, dark bars for margaritas and some fun groping. He just needed a little down time after coming home, and then he was happy to go out with me. After only a couple of drinks, I was playing with CJ and allowing him to play with me. I wanted to tease another man at the same and was dressed to do just that. A plunging neckline, short skirt, and black stockings were all I needed to be as provocative as I needed. The feeling of the palms of CJ’s hands running up my stockings made my drinks taste even better.

Knowing my insatiable appetite CJ didn’t seem to mind when I began to give a younger man at the bar the once over. Eventually I winked at CJ, picked up my drink and walked over to the bar. I sat down next to the young man that was alone. I smiled and spoke softly, being turned on knowing that my husband was watching me. I learned that my new friend’s name was Matt. I introduced myself and showed him where CJ was sitting. They raised their drinks to each other then we got back to speaking. Matt was a bit quiet and somewhat shy to start. When I mentioned how much I enjoyed the company of men I think he actually blushed! He coughed and took a big sip from his drink. I smiled at him and tried to make him feel more at ease. I wanted to make it clear that I wanted him to play with us.

The innuendos started and we had fun playing the game men and women play. Once Matt seemed a bit looser because of the alcohol, I invited him over to our table. He agreed to join us. Now it’s CJ’s turn to make friends. After what I consider a brief amount of time he becomes much more bold in his questions.
“What do you think of my wife”, CJ asks Matt.

He seems a bit taken aback by it and shrugs his shoulders, becoming shy again. By now we were all feeling good. CJ put his hand on Matt's shoulder, leaned in and said,
“You want to watch me fuck her?”
He continued, almost offended,
“She’s mine and I’m the one that gives her the cock she needs.”
Those comments and that question seemed to be what got everything rolling. Both the men began to leer at me. Matt all of a sudden seemed to start confessing some of his more interesting preferences in regards to the bedroom. Matt spoke of how he has fantasized about being the second man in a threesome. He loved to watch so he wanted to join us, take some pictures, and if you’ll excuse the pun, see what develops. I was excited already. This was all a bit different from our usual encounters. My pussy was responding by starting to get damp and I wanted to explore these men in my bed.

We paid our tab and left the bar. Matt followed us on the brief drive to our home. We were there in about 15 minutes and we gladly invited him in. Another drink was in order. CJ poured them as I looked for our camera. I brought it to him and asked if he knew how to use it. He practically grabbed it from me and I noticed the bulge that was growing in his pants.

I sat next to CJ on the couch, looking into his eyes in anticipation. I could feel an electric excitement between us. He pulled me close to kiss him deeply. As he did, he pulled up my short skirt up over my ass checks. The black pantyhose were crotchless and exposed my rounded ass. As soon as I began to kiss CJ I heard the click of a camera and saw a flash. It helped me begin to fall into my part.
As the camera heightened my excitement, I kissed CJ more deeply. I wanted to be in a more comfortable place, like my luxurious bed. CJ sensed this. He pulled off my skirt and my blouse and spun me towards Matt. Again, more snapshots were taken. Matt wasn’t saying a word; he was just taking in the view and taking advantage of having a camera in his hand.

Finally, Matt started to tell me how to pose. He wanted me to hold my tits up and squeeze them as he continued with his picture taking. All three of us moved to the bedroom, turned on the lights and got comfortable.
“Keep those stockings on her”, he asked CJ.
We did as Matt asked, after all this was his show. CJ seemed to tear into me right away, biting at my neck and nibbling my tits and hardening nipples. Matt was beginning to strip as he watched this. I turned my head and smiled at him as he did. I kept watching Matt. It was wonderful, as CJ started to suck on my tits Matt’s cock sprung from his pants. Matt snapped a pic as CJ moved down to my trimmed pussy. Once he did that Matt couldn’t hold back and started to stroke his cock slowly. I could see that his cockhead was already glistening.
I spread the lips that were slightly hiding my clit and begged CJ to lick me. Matt took another picture and I was turned on even more. I loved the feeling of being a porn star and somehow Matt was helping me play the part very well.

I moaned out as CJ’s tongue hit my sensitive clit and I turned my head to watch Matt quicken his strokes. There were even slight moans escaping from him. I felt my pussy seem to swell from CJ’s tongue and I could feel my own wetness being forced from my cunt.
CJ picked up my head and threw the top half of my body over the edge of the bed. As he did I could see his hard cock bulging from his body. His sac was tight. It was a handsome sight. Matt was actually managing to keep his hand on his dick and the other on the shutter release. I turned my head back to CJ just as he was splitting my cunt and jamming his cock inside my soaking pussy. He stuffed me as he cried out a fantastic “Fuck!”. As he did I told Matt to get one more shot of me being fucked and to join us on the bed.
He did as I instructed. He lay right next to me. I told him that I would let him rest for a bit. I licked the palm of my right hand and grasped his firm thick cock. He was rock hard and hot and I began stroking immediately. Matt got into my hand job right away and was practically fucking my hand as he watched CJ fuck my pussy. His left hand moved to my tit and he pulled on my nipple as I stroked faster and CJ fucked me to the same rhythm.

The three of us were making a beautiful hot ring of fucking. I could feel Matt’s precum dripping onto my hand and I could tell CJ was getting close. I lifted my hips up and CJ drove deep inside, knowing I was about to cum, and he was right. My cunt clamped down on his dick as the waves of orgasm worked their way down my hot pussy. As this happened I stroked and pulled on Matt’s cockhead faster, and faster as he moaned out. CJ pulled out of me as he was ready to cum and sprayed my abdomen with his hot goo. Once Matt saw that he wasn’t far behind and he came all over my hand.
There were still some last photos to capture. Matt grabbed the camera as I ate his cum off my hand. Then he got some close ups of my jizz sprayed stomach.
I was high on men and sex and laughed as I said, “Wow, cum inside and outside of me”.

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Secret Sins: Chapter 9: "Seats of Power"

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Fuck Me Like Her-Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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