Jopop Pub

I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I’d say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goatee,
Harold walked up, stopping at the bottom of the stairs,
“Hello, again,” he said, “This is my friend Alvin.”
“Hi,” I responded, as I went down the steps, “I’m Will. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand.
“Hi, same to you.”
“The wives have gone to Wilmington, to do some shopping and catch a movie. If you still want to, we’d like for you to come to the house and play. Right, Alvin?”
Alvin looked me up and down, “Yes, that would be fine with me…if you’d like to…”
“I’m here, aren’t I? Yes, I am pretty sure that I’d enjoy going with you.”
“We are parked over in the next lot. Do you want to ride with us, or follow,” Harold ask.
“I’ll follow you. I stopped and bought some condoms and they are in my truck. Besides, if your spouses get home earlier, it’ll be easier for me to leave.”
“Sounds good to me. We’ll meet you at the main road. It’ll be a few minutes, but the time spent later will be worth it,” he said, grinning.
I went to my truck and drove to the entrance of the parking lot that they were in and waited. They pulled out and I followed. Harold’s place was a few miles away, and on the land side of the island. It was a modest house with large trees in the back. It was raised on piles, the underside concrete with parking and a storage room. The backyard was enclosed by a six-foot wooden privacy fence, with a boat house and small dock. A shorter fence and bushes blocked the view of the yard from the inland waterway. It was located in a quiet residential neighborhood. Very nice!
I had parked the truck by backing into the driveway and was greeted by Harold and Alvin at the bottom of the steps leading to the house. Harold wasted no time in getting down to business.
“I hope you wore the grey thong that you had on yesterday,” he said as we entered the house, “I told Alvin how hot you were in it and he wanted to see for himself.”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” I said, as I unsnapped my cut-offs. “I thought maybe he’d like to get heated up the same way that you did.”
“Well then take of the shorts! Did you bring in the condoms?”
“Yes”
“Alvin, go to the bedroom and get ready. We’ll be there in a minute. I have something to show our new friend.”
He lead me into a small room where he had a computer. Upon powering it up, he produced a CD, put it it in the slot, and opened it to a slide-show. There were many pictures of Alvin in different poses, states of bondage, and some very degrading ones.
“That is what Alvin likes,” Harold said. “Do you like it? I hope so, because that is why we are here. Do you like being dominated?”
“To an extent, but I’m not into pain.”
“You will have much pleasure here today, both receiving and giving. No pain, just pleasure.”
He shut down the PC and we returned to the den, “Alvin, are you ready in there?”
“Yes, I’m ready…”
“Come in here and properly greet our guest,” commanded Harold.
Alvin stepped from the bedroom wearing pink nylon panties, a pink push-up bra, and a blond wig! He had on pink stockings, black garter belt, and long sleeved pink gloves. I must say that I had not expected this, but was not at all turn off by it.
“Come and greet Will, as you should,” Harold spoke again.
Alvin walked to me, knelt down and began to pull my cut-offs down my thighs. When he saw the thong, he sucked in his breath,
“Oh, Harold! You were so right! I love it.”
He leaned forward and began mouthing my cock through the thin material. Soon, he had the nylon soaked, my throbbing member jutting forward like a battering ram. He pulled the waistband of the thong over the head of my cock, freeing it. Sliding the thong down my thighs, he leaned his head, using his tongue to lick the precum oozing from my cock-head.
“Um-m-m-m…that’s good! You want some, Harold, or can I have it all?”
“Go ahead and suck him. Get him good and wet so that he can fuck that slut ass of yours. I’ll let him loosen you up for me.”
“Um-m-m, O.K., Thank you!” Alvin grasp my buttock with his gloved hands and pulled me deep into his mouth, lavishing the head of my cock with his swirling tongue.
He expertly manipulated my cock for a few minutes, as Harold undressed. Harold came forward, offering his half-erect dick to Alvin, who immediately moved his mouth from mine to Harold’s. He moved a hand around Harold ass and pulled us together, so that he could get both cocks into his mouth at the same time. Harold was kissing my shoulder and neck, kneading my ass with his left hand. He rubbed a finger on my asshole, gently probing. Moving his hand to Alvin’s mouth, he said,
“Wet my finger, Alvin. I’m going to finger-fuck his ass while you suck us. Don’t you just love having two hard cocks in your mouth at the same time?”
Alvin took three of Harold’s finger into his mouth, soaking them with his saliva. As Harold removed them, he held them for Alvin to spit on the tips. This done, Alvin continued to suck the two dicks offered to him. Harold moved his hand back to my ass, coating my anus with Alvin’s saliva. He probed with one finger until it slipped into me, then removed it and probed with two, then three fingers. He was stretching my ass pretty good. With the feeling of his fingers in my ass, of his cock next to mine, Alvin’s mouth and tongue, I thought that I would cum any minute.
“We had better slack off for a minute or two…keep this up, and I’m gonna cum!” I said to Harold.
“O.K. Alvin, get your panties off and lay on the towel…”
When he removed the panties, I could see that his cock was completely shaved, but, flaccid, and bigger at that state, than mine was when hard! He lay back, hefting his legs up, knees to his chest. He wet his fingers with saliva and and coated his anus and surrounding area.
“Is Will going to fuck me now? I want his hot wet cock in my ass. Please, Harold, let him fuck my slutty, cum sucking ass now?”
Harold nodded, and I pulled a condom from my cut-offs pocket.
“Do you have to wear that? I like to feel hot cum in my ass. I’m clean…”
“That may be, but I prefer to wear a condom. When I get ready to cum, I’ll pull it off and cum on your ass-hole, if you’d like.”
He nodded his assent, as I rolled the thin latex over my cock. Looking to Harold, I saw that he was also putting a condom on. He had a tube of K-Y and offered it to me. I saw the clear picture now… Harold intended to fuck me as I fucked Alvin. I took the lube, smeared some on Alvin’s ass, my latex covered cock, then coated my asshole, forcing some into the puckered opening. Harold grinned as I positioned myself between Alvin’s up-pulled thighs. My cock slid easily into him, then I sensed Harold coming in behind me. He ran a finger, then two, into my lubed ass.
“Good and juicy…” Harold commented, as I felt his cock come into contact with my flesh. He push into me in a couple of quick, short strokes. Now we were three joined as one. As he withdrew from me, I withdrew from Alvin. When he stroke forward, so did I. It took a few minutes, but we finally got the rhythm and began to enjoy the fuck. Alvin’s cock got harder and harder as we fucked. I could feel it, more than see, due to the position I was in. When Harold raised to his knees and grabbed my hips, I raised enough to see Alvin’s cock for what it was, for the first time. It must have been at least ten inches long, and as large around, as my wrist!
Harold was fucking me harder now. I knew that if I didn’t change my stroke, I was losing the rhythm that we had going. I began to pump harder into Alvin’s ass, but I couldn’t get the thought of how big his dick was. Here I was, being pounded by the man who had given me such pleasure yesterday, thinking about getting the cock of the man I was fucking, into my ass. It would be, by far, the largest live cock I had ever had.
“Fuck, Will! Fuck my pussy-ass! Um-mm, it feels so good…
My dick is so hard…jack my dick, please…”
I grasp his cock with my right hand. I could just nearly touch my thumb and middle finger! I decided then, that I had to let that cock make its way up my ass! I stroked his cock for a few minutes, then turned to Harold,
“You feel good in my ass, but I want to change around, if that is O.K. with you?”
“Sorry, I don’t take it up the ass. I fuck asses,” he responded.
“That’s not what I had in mind…I would like to be fucked by Alvin…”
“What…”, they both exclaimed, at the same time.
“You want Alvin to fuck you with that horse-cock?”
“Well, I, at least, want to try it…”
“I’ve never fucked anybody in the ass! My dick is almost too big for my wife,” Alvin stated.
“Listen, I’ve used some fairly large dildos… not that large, mind you, but I’d like to try this. Harold, you’ve stretched my ass a pretty good bit and I think that I can handle Alvin’s cock.”
Harold reached for the tube of lubricant, “O.K. by me, but you do realize that these rubbers are not going to fit over that.” He pulled his hard cock out and squeezed a good amount of the lube into my gaping hole, before it began to close. He then began to coat Alvin’s cock. “Get up Alvin…trade places with our guest.”
Alvin stood and I got my first good look at his cock! It was huge…bigger than any I’d ever seen! It looked like it was five or six inches in circumference and had to be at least ten inches long. If it was green, I’d say it was a coke bottle, the old glass ones!
“Damn, Alvin, you’d better take it easy, because this might be the only chance you’ll ever get to fuck me, or anyone, in the ass! Go slow, and let me do all the work until we see if you can get it in. I’ll let you know if you need to stop. O.K.?”
“Yeah, Alvin, I don’t want you scaring off this fine piece of ass. If he says to stop, you stop! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I do, and I will…I want to do you in the ass! I’ll be as slow as you want me to. I’ve never done this before,” Alvin was saying, as he slowly stroked his huge man-meat.
I lay on the towel, stuck my arms under my knees and hike my legs up, knees to the sides, “Harold, come in here first, and open me up again…”
Harold stepped in front of Alvin and dropped to his knees, quickly plunging his cock in to the balls and started fucking the hell out of my ass. It felt real good, but I was anxious to have Alvin’s cock in there. I ask Alvin to get a mirror so that I could see the action. He went into the bedroom and returned with a large hand-mirror. After a few minutes, I ask him to trade places with Harold.
“He’s ready for you, Alvin. Now get down there and fuck that hot ass! Go slow, remember?”
Alvin knelt between my spread thighs and smeared more lube on the bulbious head of his cock, then touched my asshole with it. I felt a thrill surge through my body…”Go slow, a little at a time…just rock forward and back, until I say a little deeper. I promise that I’ll get you in there, but I don’t want to get hurt doing it…”
“I’ll do as you tell me…” He began to rock slowly, pressing slightly, then easing off…then repeating the sequence.
After a few strokes like that, I ask Harold to place the mirror so that I could monitor, as well as feel the progress. He propped it against a chair, adjusting until I could see.
“O.K., Alvin, a little more push…I feel my ass relaxing a little bit, push a little bit harder, but don’t go too far. I’ll say when.” I encouraged him to enter a little farther, then told him, “That’s it…now hold it there…I feel some stretching. It feels like it is going past the first muscle ring…going inside my ass…hold that…Oomph! Yes…I feel it going in…” I watched in the mirror as the head of his cock disappeared into my ass.
“Damn, I can’t believe it, Harold! My cock is in his ass!”
Alvin’s huge cock-head slid into my rectum a few more inches, then I could feel it meet resistance from the turn of my colon. Looking into the mirror, I estimated that if I could manage four or five more inches, I’d have that huge cock inside of me up to his shaved balls. Wiggling my hips up, down, and around, I had hopes of lessening the resistance and getting the rest of that cock inside my ass. My anus was stretched further than it had ever been. There was pain, not unbearable, but I was determined. I wanted to take all of him!
“O.K., Alvin, fuck me, but don’t try to get any deeper until I tell you,” I said almost breathless.
He slowly pulled his cock back, until the head tugged at my sphincter, then slowly pushed back in. As he stroked in, I wiggled my ass more. After half-a-dozen strokes, I rolled my ass up as he pushed in and felt a couple of more inches go in,
“ALL THE WAY, ALVIN! PUSH ALL OF THAT COCK IN MY HOT ASS!’ He continued pushing forward as I watch his cock completely sink into me. His smooth balls were press tightly against my ass. “STOP! Hold that a minute…Oh-h-h, DAMN! My ass is full! Oh-o-o-o, damn! Hold it a second. O-o-o, ease up a little. Alright, back again…”
“Oh, Will, THANK YOU! Harold, I am up to my balls in his sweet, hot ass!”
“Damn right you are! In a minute, I’m gonna be balls deep in YOUR ass, Bitch! Don’t think for a second that tables are turning because you have your big cock in a hot ass!”
Harold positioned himself behind Alvin, ” Push your cock in and hold it there, until I get mine shoved up your sweet ass, Alvin.”
Alvin bottomed out, leaning further to my body, raising his rear to better accommodate the insertion of Harold’s cock. By way of the mirror, I watched as Harold’s hard prick slid into Alvin’s ass. It was really exciting to see this scene in the mirror. I wished that there had been another person there to take pictures and/or video the scene.
Harold stroked a few times then said, “Okay, Alvin, when I pull back, you stroke out. When I stroke into you, you go back into Will’s ass. Let’s go slow to set the rhythm, then we’ll speed it up and go for the orgasms, got that?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Ready to get fucked by that huge cock, Will?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. Go ahead and fuck my ass. It’s ready, willing, and waiting.”
“O.K., Here we go,” Harold began to withdraw, and Alvin followed suit.
After a couple of minutes, they increased speed, and soon, they were ramming Alvin’s cock into my ass at a rapid rate of speed!
“Oh shit yeah,” I groaned, “Fuck that ass! YES! OH YEAH! THAT’S IT. FUCK ME!
“IT FEELS SO GOOD…YOU IN MY ASS, WITH ME IN HIS! FUCK ME, HAROLD! FUCK ME WHILE I FUCK HIM!
Harold was pounding away, head held back, with the occasional glance at the mirror to watch Alvin’s cock piston into and out of my ass. Alvin could only withdraw two-thirds of his cock, before Harold would reverse his stroke to slam back into him.
Harold began to grunt loudly, between clenched teeth, “I can’t stop it…I’m going to cum in your ass, Alvin! You need to cum also! FUCK HIM HARDER!”
“Come on, Alvin…fuck me…fuck my ass…shoot your hot jizz up my ass! I want to feel it fill my ass! Fuck it…FUCK MY ASS, ALVIN! PUMP YOUR HOT CUM IN MY ASSHOLE…FUCK ME…FUCK ME HARDER!”
Harold yelled out, “DAMMIT, I’M CUM-M-M-MING IN YOUR HOT ASS…”
“I”m going to cum! I’M going to cum too, Harold! FUCK YOUR HARD COCK UP MY ASS! I’M CUM-M-M-M-M-M-ING…oh shit… I CAN’T HOLD IT! HERE IT COMES…AH-H-H-h-h-h!
Alvin’s cock seemed to double in size as it swelled with the impending flood of cum heading into my bowels. He rammed his cock in as far as he possibly could, and held it there as his ball emptied their content into me.
My ass was contracting over and over, trying to milk every drop of cum from Alvin’s spasming cock. When Harold finished his orgasm, he rocked back, pulling his semi-hard dick from Alvin’s ass.
“Come on, Alvin, fuck me with that big cock,” I whispered. “Pump all that cum into me! I want you to fuck my ass like you’ve never fucked an ass before!”
He stroked his cock into my ass a a dozen or so times, then collapsed on top of me, crushing my dick and balls between us…
“I can’t go on…I’m spent…too weak from…that orgasm…I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
‘SMACK!’ The sound of Harold’s hand on Alvin’s ass.
“Get off of him, Alvin! Let him breathe. I want you to suck him off now. Get around there and suck that cock until he cums down your throat!”
Alvin immediately did as he was told, taking my balls first, into his mouth. He reached beneath my thigh, easily inserting two fingers into my ass, and began to massage my prostrate.
He then sucked my cock into his mouth and, within a minute, or two, I arched my groin into the air, and flooded his throat with my orgasm. Spurt after spurt of my pungent cum jettisoned into his mouth! He swallowed over and over…I could feel his throat close on my cock each time. I relaxed back to the towel, totally spent.
“Wow, gents! That was HOT! But, it seems that time flies when you’re having fun! It is almost seven, and the girls could be home any time from now on. We’d better get straightened up. We lost a little time coming over to get you, Will. We figured that they’d be gone about four or five hours and they left around three.
“Heck,” I offered, “I don’t think that I can get up, much less walk! Alvin, THAT was, without a doubt, the best ass-fucking I’ve ever had! Not setting aside the ass-fucking you gave me yesterday, Harold. That was fantastic also. You’ve got to admit, though, that Alvin has a lot more cock than you. I’ll probably be sore for a few days after this!”
“No disappointment from me,” he said, “I was extremely turned on seeing that big cock fucking you. The mirror was a good idea. We’ll have to remember that. But, like I said, time to get it together. I wouldn’t want this time to be spoiled by two women walking in here to see you laying there with cum weeping out of that stretched asshole of yours. You are one helluva-man to take that cock up your ass like that! Now, let’s get on with it.”
I got up, slowly, found my clothes, and pulled on the thong, then cut-offs and T-shirt. Alvin had gone to change out of the outfit he had been wearing, and came back into the living-room just as I put my sandals on.
“Thank you, Will. I will never forget this.”
” No, Alvin. Thank you…for being so patient, and I want ever forget this, either.”
They walked me to the door, watching as I hobbled down the steps to my truck. I waved and drove off down the street.
As I sat at the stop-sign, I waited for an oncoming car with a right-turn signal blinking, to pass, or turn. It turned onto the road, and I glanced to see the driver and passenger…two middle-aged women. I wondered if they were the wives returning from their day of adventure.
I drove back to the condo. My roommate had left a note on the table to inform me that he had gone out to dinner and would see me later…maybe. I filled the bathtub with as hot-as-I-could-stand-it water, removed my clothing, stepped in, and settled down for a hot soak… and reminiscing.

No matter where you go or who you talk to, there’s always gonna be some wild story that gets told over and over again. This is one of them. Now, a lot of people say don’t hitchhike or pick up hitchhikers, because after all, these are complete strangers. Who knows what sick and perverse minds travel the interstate at night.
It’s past 3AM, and I’m driving from Dallas to Houston on a Friday night. The desert is still giving off some traces of heat but it doesn’t matter because the car has air conditioning. It’s rare I travel in the dead of night but business calls and appointments have to be made. I can always count my success in dollars, by now, I’m at the point where I can take a boat and disappear in the Atlantic someplace. I’m comfortable with myself and the world I live in. The radio has long since lost frequency and I’m now listening to Billy Joel. The headlights move along the road and I’m aware of the animals and how the Texans always say, There’s road kill all over Texas, natural order of things.
I don’t see much cars on this road and it gets spooky sometimes to a point where I call the operator on my cell and ask for numbers that I know do not exist, all so I could atleast hear another human voice. I do these trips alone, car pooling gets annoying, pending on who you get stuck with. I had a trip to San Juan last fall and ended up punching Jean Wallas in the face for talking to much, others like Cherry, were enjoyable. Last month, I was car pooling with Cherry Summers, a blond communications intern from the 5th floor and we ended up parked in the desert, her sucking my cock. She was wearing a black Armani skirt and jacket, of course no panties. I’m not sure how it happened but it happened. In the back seat, on all fours, skirt up, moaning for me to fuck her. It went bad when I came all over her skirt, a very expensive skirt. I gave her the money for it and bought her silence for the sex. My wife Liz would be rather upset with me fucking a blond. My wife hates blonds.
What a lonely ride, Billy Joel sucks, so I throw the CD out the window. Moving along the road, I manage to see a sign, Motel Hicks; 10 miles ahead. I’m tired and on the verge of talking to myself, so I pay for a room and crash for the night. In a dream, I’m eating nugget size blond girls, they scream to stop but the kid at Burger King tells me that chicken Mcblonds are good and a part of a well balanced diet. Eating my blonds, while reading a paper, a group of Cuban midgets storm the place, all armed to the teeth. I don’t seem to care as the people around me start to come apart in bloody pieces. Soon enough, I’m confronted by a hostile midget with a machete, he tells me to stop eating and get on the floor. I sigh and stop eating, then with one movement of the hand, I grab the midget from the floor and swallow him whole, the other midgets get scared and start to fire at me, I start to bleed and the bullets tickle. The dream ends with me chasing them all down and eating them one by one.
Around 5AM, I awake in bed, with the neon motel sign shining through the window. I notice the bathroom door cracked, steam coming out, the shower is on. No questions asked, I move to it and find a complete stranger, a woman who I’ve never seen before. Black hair, deep green eyes, tits with dark round nipples and she’s wearing a gold cross around her neck. “Hello, What the hell are you doing in my shower?” I asked with half a hard-on. She turns and smiles, almost embarrassed. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize anyone took this room. I’ll be right out” She grabs a towel and scurries out of the bathroom. I stop her. “I just want to know how you got in here” “My Daddy runs this Motel, I use the showers of the rooms people are not staying in. Look, I’m so sorry I’ll leave.” Still interested I blurt out. “You can finish up, I notice the shampoo in our hair. I’m out of here in an hour anyway, go ahead, use it.” She smiles and unwraps her towel before even entering the bathroom and for a moment I get a glance of her trimmed little pussy, nice ass I add while getting wicked thoughts in my head.
I’m on my way out the door when she calls back from the shower. “You wanna have breakfast with me?” I pause and in fear of being behind on my trip to Houston, I call back. “No thanks.” I rethink the situation, and stop myself, close the door and head back the bathroom. She seems confused and I ask her. “When you get out of this shower, I’m gonna eat your pussy, then you’re gonna suck my cock, then we’ll fuck at a rather fast pace. How about that?” She looks angry then blushes. “You’ve been here before?” I smile and nod.
Spreading her out, I begin to dig my tongue in her, wetting it so that my fingers can move tiny circles around her clit,with ease my fingers move in her and she pulls on head. I’m lapping at her and sucking her cunt when she takes her first orgasm. Faster than expected, I force my cock between her lips and feel her hot tongue swirl my head. She begins to tongue my balls, when I tell her to bend over the bed, using the saliva from her mouth, she jerks me off for a brief moment, then gets off her knees and bend over the bed. My cock glides to easily into her soaking cunt and I pull out, go to the bathroom and grab a towel. I clean her up a bit and put on the radio, loudly. I get some friction on her outside lips but then her pussy just swallows my dick and I fuck her slowly, building up to a more stronger thrust. My hands are ripping at her hair as I ride the back of her. The radio covers the loud screams and moans for the duration of this fuck. After exploding a wall of cum in her, I lose all interest and tell her I’m leaving. She’s dumb struck as I walk out the room, but remembering the fee, I throw her 50 dollars.
It’s too fucking hot and the leather seats are buring into my back, a head ache comes on strong and my cock is still hard. It’s around noon and my irritation grows as the sun continues to rise. I think about pulling over to a gas station for a few aspirins but I tell myself the delay, no matter how small, would throw off my schedule, So I cope with the torment. I’m thrown deeper into my own misery as a traffic jam emerges from behind a car wreck, a bus filled with children, crushed under 2 freightline trucks. There’s blood and bits of children everywhere, and I pop on the radio to find the full report of the accident. The backup is expected to break around 4PM, I’m pissed and call my client, tell him, I’ll be a little late.
Waiting in the sun’s glare, a girl knocks on window. She’s young, looks a little indian, a little Cuban, very hot. I roll down the window and she tells me her friend has heat exhaust and that her car has no air conditioning, she asks me politely to let her friend sit in my car until the jam breaks. I feel bad and say sure.
4:30PM, We’re inched a few yards from the highway exit and Lesley, the sick girl, starts to cry as she sees a dead child hanging out a mangled bus window. The girl I met was Robin and she sits up front with me. We have pointless conversation and soon enough the jam breaks and I let the girls out to walk back to their car. Robin leans over and kisses me, ever so slightly parting her lips and grazing my tongue with hers. She smiles and the girls leave. What a freaky trip and I couldn’t even guess what would happen next. About 20 miles outside Houston, I pick up a hitch hicker named Maria, a curly red headed, busty girl. She tells me she’s traveling to Mexico for a wedding, I don’t care to ask why she was hitchhiking but I’m still interested.
Maria is wearing some faded jeans with a sleeveless flannel shirt, her cleavage is hanging out and little droplets of sweat move down her chest. She looks like the red headed woman from TRADING SPACES, I only realize this now because she looks like she was building something out of wood, she has little wood chips on her shirt. Again, I don’t bother to ask. I get to know her a little more and I learn, she used to bartender at some club in Vegas, this was after she dropped the stripping act. She called it Erotic Dancing but to me, it’s still stripping for dollars by another title.
Near the end of our trip, she gets too personal, asking about my wife and sex life. Usually I wouldn’t care and would be amused enough to play along but for some reason I was just not in the mood and she picked this up and cooled off for a bit. She seemed disappointed and this made me feel bad, so I asked her, “Do you ever get the feeling that sex just got boring after a while?” She smiled and said “Never” She goes on to tell me about different kinds of sex and new ways to experience it. I’m bored already then out of nowhere she asks. “Have you ever had anal sex?” I say no and she says “Well, I want you to fuck me in the ass.” I laugh out loud and I turn to see she was serious.
Maria starts to tug at the hard-on in my pants. I pull the car over into some parking lot. She sucking my cock, at such a fast pace, my head was spinning. Maria had trained her pussy well, she could contract muscles on my cock for even further sensation, this was amazing. When I was primed with her juices, she took out a little tube of lotion and greased me up and slid me into her ass. At that point I was new I had found something new, looking down, watching her body colliding with mine, seeing her curly red hair bounce off her back, hearing her moans, I came hard. I sank into the seat and Maria got dressed.
“I can catch a bus from here.” She tells me as she gets out of the car. I nod and she digs into her bag and throws something on the passenger seat. “I hope you like Billy Joel, I found this on the road, might give you someone company.” With that, she walked away and as for me, I drove to a dumpster behind some apartments and trashed the CD.
THE END

Something wasn’t right. I felt as if I was sinking deeper into the mattress and there was a weight settling onto my back. I had been sleeping pretty deeply but something was tugging my mind closer and closer to wakefulness. I opened my eyes. My bedroom was dimly lit through open curtains and dark, angular shadows from a harvest moon slashed across the floor and up the walls. I was alone, but I didn’t feel like I was alone.
I tried to roll over onto my back but I couldn’t move under the weight of something I could not see. I drew a deep breath and tried to keep down the surge of panic I felt welling up inside me. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. What the hell was happening?
I could feel cold breath on my neck and it made my hairs stand on end. Something was pressing into the crack of my ass. I strained my eyes to look over my shoulder. There was nothing to see, but I could definitely feel something firm and cool slowly forcing its way into my anus. My muscles refused to answer my mind’s desperate instructions. I was paralyzed and some invisible thing was violating me from behind! There was no pain, but I could feel my asshole stretching and filling, then contracting as the ghostly presence slid in and out of me. Underlying the panic was a completely different sensation…I could feel my cock beginning to get hard. How could I be aroused by this?
The all-encompassing feeling of weight shifted and narrowed. I could distinctly feel hands on me. There was a hand on my lower back, just above my ass, its fingers spread over the base of my spine. There was a hand on my neck keeping me pressed into my pillow. Cold fingers traced up my thigh and began to caress my balls. My breathing became rapid and shallow. I could hear whispering and female laughter as if from a great distance away. Then a deep, low moan sounded behind me and the thrusting into my ass became quicker and more insistent, and a pulsating, cold sensation filled my rectum completely. Another deep moan and then the weight collapsed onto my back once more.
After a minute or two, the weight was gone. I felt myself rise above my bed. I turned over in mid-air, then I settled onto my back. I was still unable to move. My mind cried out to my arms and legs to get me up off the bed and out of the house, but from the neck down, there was no response. I could feel everything, but I was powerless to move.
I could feel hands. First two, then four, six, and eight hands traced lines all over my flesh in ghostly exploration of my body. My rigid cock stood stiffly at attention and soon several hands found their way to it. Cold fingers were running through my hair, pinching my nipples, cupping my balls, and stroking my hard cock. Hands were everywhere on my body, coldly massaging my legs, chest, and arms. The whispering and giggling grew less faint in my ears.
Soon I felt other things as well. Soft cool lips placed kisses on my skin. Teeth nibbled at my earlobes and neck. The hands all moved toward my feet and hands and I felt something different on my chest. A cold thin line pressed against my skin and drew slowly down toward my stomach as if an invisible razor was being drawn across my flesh. I looked down and saw my chest hair falling away as the cold line progressed down my body. Soon my chest was completely bare and the hands resumed their play. The cold thin line was resting at my pelvis and I could feel the hands grasp my cock and hold it still as my pubic hair was shaved away. I felt a surge of panic when the ghostly razor reached my balls and began to shave them clean.
Soon enough there was not a hair to be found on my body below my neck. My newly bare skin was extremely sensitive; especially on my balls. The hands continued to stroke my skin, the teeth resumed their nibbling and the lips their kissing. I could feel the distinct sensation of breasts pressing against my smooth chest as an invisible female body rolled onto me and slid down to engulf my throbbing cock between her ghostly thighs. I slid inside her and it felt cool and slippery and tight. I looked down and I could see my cock moving back and forth in time with her transparent gyrations and it felt incredible!
The hands were roaming all over my body as the spirit straddled me and rode my dick. Hands were stroking my inner thighs and caressing my chest. I felt a large breast with a very hard nipple press against my face and I pinched the nipple with my lips and flicked it with my tongue. One hand was massaging my balls and another slid a slender finger into my asshole which was so recently loosened up by something much larger. There were so many sensations! So many hands, lips, teeth, and tongues in so many places at once! I had never been touched by more than two hands at a time and now there were too many to keep track of!
The pressure was building in my balls as the unseen woman on top of me rocked her hips back and forth, massaging my cock. I could hear soft female moans and more whispering and giggling. Then a larger, firmer hand took hold of my right wrist and lifted my arm up off the bed. Something long and firm and round was pressed into my palm and another hand closed my fingers around it as the hand that held my wrist began to move my arm back and forth. I was sure that the same ghostly prick that filled my ass earlier now filled my right hand.
The spirit on top of me continued to writhe and gyrate as other ghostly fingers played with my balls and slid in and out of my ass. Slender fingers tangled in my hair and lips brushed my neck as breasts were offered up to my mouth while an invisible cock slid back and forth in my grip. I felt the spirit’s fingernails dig into my chest and I heard a soft, high-pitched moan as she shuddered in an ethereal orgasm on top of me. Still, she didn’t slow her gyrating one bit.
The slender fingers in my hair suddenly took a firmer grip and turned my head to the right. The large hand working my wrist in a spectral hand-job let go of me and my hand fell heavily back onto the bed. I felt fingers cup my chin and force my mouth open and the cock I had been unwillingly stroking found its way between my lips. I could feel it slide over my tongue and press against the back of my throat. It began to move in and out, deeper with each thrust, until it was all the way inside and I could feel smooth, cold balls against my cheek.
Teeth and lips pressed against me in various places, sucking and nibbling, forming hickies on my thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. My balls were about to explode as my cock was buried in a woman I could not see, and a cold invisible penis was thrust into my mouth. I briefly wondered what someone might think if they walked into the room and saw me like this; apparently alone, hairless and hard, with my head turned to the side and my mouth stretched open wide. I didn’t have time to reflect on that idea because my body was beginning to tense and shudder with my impending orgasm.
I heard the deeper moaning sound again, this time right above my face. The cock in my mouth began to quiver and thrust more rapidly. There was a final deep thrust and I felt something thick, cold, and slippery splash into my mouth and throat. My balls could not take any more. I felt my asshole clench tightly around the slender finger inside it. My scrotum tightened up and the hand caressing it squeezed my balls gently, yet firmly. The fingernails dug once more into my chest and the higher-pitched moan sounded again as I felt the spirit on top of me writhing in another orgasm.
I exploded. Thick, hot jets of cum shot forth from my cock in the biggest orgasm I have ever had! It just kept coming and coming. My whole body convulsed, over and over again. I could feel cum gushing out of me. I could see my hard cock standing straight up, but I could not see my cum or where it went. All I knew was that I was completely spent. I felt myself drifting back into unconsciousness.
I woke up late and still felt tired. I marveled at the startling realism of the dream I had during the night. I have had sexual dreams in the past, but nothing that vivid. I recalled the absolute powerlessness I had felt in the dream and it made me shudder. I felt somehow dirty after that nocturnal fantasy and I decided a hot shower was in order. I pulled back the covers and stared in amazement at the hickies on my smooth, hairless chest.

I was sitting in my room crying for about the 5th time this week. It seemed that nothing in my life was going right, then today I found out I wasn’t the one that was going to get that big promotion that I so badly needed. About the only good thing was my best friend Katie insisted on taking me out tonight to help me forget all of my problems. She got there at about 6 that evening and looked absolutely gorgeous. I started to feel a wetness between my legs, that kind of made me feel weak in the knees. This was my best friend that I was thinking about in this way.
“Nicole!”, she said in an aggravated tone, “You need to get it together, now come on we are gonna go out tonight and have lots of fun. I have something that I wanted us to try later, too.”
This had my curiosity “What are we gonna try later?”
“Let’s just say, I want you to see what best friends with benefits is all about.”
I was shocked. Was it really that obvious that I was attracted to her in that way. I had been trying to deny it for the longest time. Maybe she felt the tension too. I felt the strongest sexual tension whenever she was close by. I was so aroused by all of this that I wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there. But I restrained myself. I was certain that this was gonna be a night I’d never forget
Katie took me to this bar called Club 69. We had a few drinks and loosened up. I suggested that we shoot a few games of pool before leaving. I knew it was time to go when Katie; who was feeling no pain right about now, came over and whispered in my ear “Let’s get out of here, I want to really make you forget your problems and show you why I am your best friend.”
No questions asked I said “Let’s get out of here.”
Once we got in the car, Katie started to rub my leg, then she leaned over and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I had ever had. I wanted her so bad I didn’t care where we were. My cunt was aching for her touch. Then just as soon as it started she stopped. “Nicole, baby, there will be plenty of time for foreplay when we get home. That was just a preview of what is yet to cum.”
With that we drove back to my place, the sexual tension driving me absolutely crazy. I thought for sure that my wetness was leaking all over the seat. I was on fire and only Katie could quench my desire.
In what seemed like an eternity we finally made it to my bedroom. I went into the bathroom to freshened up, when suddenly she was behind me. I could feel the heat from her extremely hot body. First she started messaging my shoulders, then she started to lightly kiss my neck, driving me absolutely crazy. I turned around to look at how beautiful she was and instantly her mouth was on mine. Pushing me over to the bed while she made love to my mouth with her hot tongue. She started undressing me and kissing me everywhere, but where I was yearning to be kissed. She was so incredibly sexy, I almost couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Now it is your turn to undress me, Nicole. I know you have been hot for me for the longest time. I was just looking for the right time to show you that I feel the same. Show me how much you really want me.”
“Oh, Katie I can’t wait to dive in to your wet pussy, I want to taste you so bad.” And with that I hungrily rip her clothes off. We start making out. She is playing with my tits, while I start to finger her sopping wet snatch. She cries out as I get rougher. I am now suckling on her hard and erect nipples and finger fucking her nice and hard. Then suddenly she says “I need to eat you now, lets do 69.”
I am delighted with her suggestion. We start hungrily feeding on each others hot and wet cunts. I love how she smells and tastes. She is driving me wild, I end up cumming right in her mouth. She licks up every bit of my juice. My orgasm rips right through me and I and trembling just by her touch. Feeling the intensity of my orgasm, and the fact that I am now fingering her in her G-spot and licking her clit in circles, sends her into overdrive and she cums right in my hand. I lick my fingers I love the taste of her so much.
“How did you like that Katie?”
“It was awesome Nicole, I am so glad we made love like this tonight. I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Oh, my God I have never cum so hard in my life, I have been wanting you to do that to me for the longest time.”
“I know, sweetheart. Let’s go to sleep now, you wore me out.”
We end up falling asleep in each others arms. We are still happily together. It is great having a best friend with benefits.

Note to readers: this is a slow, languorous story. Part I has only limited sex in it. If you want to get to “the good part”, wait ’til part II (although reading part I will set it up). Thank to my risky friend Rae for reading and commenting on this. Feedback is always appreciated!
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I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her draw.
The artist. I don’t know her name. She’s down here in the park every lunchtime, drawing intently as I watch. I nibble quietly on my salad, slowly letting myself relax after a morning of petty slights at work. “Get us some coffee, Jane.” “Jane, this needs to be copied before the client gets here.” “Hey, looking good today, Jane, got a special date tonight?” Event the guys who know I’m married leer at me.
I don’t know her name, but I know her every part as though I’ve been studying nothing else for months. Her left hand, usually with a little black on the paper side where she’s been drawing. Her quick eye, dark chocolate brown, seeing much more than I can, flashing. Her little satisfied smile when her drawing is going well. Her little grimaces when she wants to change things. Long raven hair, just a few gray strands, pulled back into a pair of braids, usually pinned up on her head. Nice gray wool cardigan and jeans. Her neck, with the little stray hairs I always want to sweep away so she can feel on her neck what she’s doing to mine.
She takes my breath away sometimes.
I don’t remember when I started thinking about touching her hair and neck. Probably about the time I started really watching her draw. I usually only get glimpses of her drawings as she’s flipping the page over for a new one, but I can feel the entire detail of her subject on my neck.
As usual, she’s drawing one of the lunching women on a nearby patch of grass. Her subject is oblivious to her attention. I have noticed that woman before. She’s one of these women who don’t know how beautiful they are, or don’t seem to care. Strawberry blond, small high breasts, strong looking hands, long legs. She usually takes her shoes off in warm weather. Wears a sundress to work in the summer. Slacks and cashmere sweaters this fall. Wears just a hint of makeup. Flawless skin with no freckles.
She’s the one I sometimes mentally undress on the grass.
I don’t want her. Not really. I’ve never been with a woman. I love my husband. I… I’m just speculating about what it would be like to lie down with her and hold her. Naked. Yes. No. I don’t know what I want, it’s…. I don’t know. I just want to take off that powder blue sweater and touch the breasts I know are bare underneath. And kiss her neck, smell her hair.
I look up and see the artist watching me. I can feel her pencil on the back of my neck as she draws. Is she drawing me? The woman on the lawn? She stares at me looking at her for a few seconds, appraising me, then goes back to drawing, looking at the strawberry blond. I start to breathe again, feeling her drawing on my neck.
My neck is how my husband seduced me. My most erogenous zone, he calls it. Actually, he calls it “ero-genius”. Still seduces me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then cast a glance at her.
She’s looking at me again. The artist. I swear she can see my nipples trying to betray me through my camisole, through my red blouse. The washable silk my husband bought because he loves to touch me through it. I resist the temptation to cover my breasts with my hands or by crossing my arms over them, as I have to do all day at work. Instead, I sit and pretend to be looking at the sky, the trees just beginning to turn golden, the birds. Anything but her. And the blond on the lawn. And the ghostly touch on my neck.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her as she nods to herself as if she has made a decision. She closes her pad, walks slowly but purposefully toward me. She quietly sits beside me on my bench. Doesn’t look at me. Just sits there a minute.
Then: “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” she asks without prologue.
“I’m sorry?”
“That girl on the lawn. You were fantasizing about her again.”
“I… what?”
“Fantasizing.”
I pause, stare at her, taken aback. “Was it that obvious?”
“Your breathing gives it away. Not to mention your breasts.”
She grins, and she opens her pad to show me today’s drawing. The blond is there, lying on the grass. Half nude. The cashmere is crumpled up like a pillow under her head in the drawing.
I’m in the drawing too, in the corner, sitting on the bench, obviously aroused. One of my hands is covering my breast, but not for modesty; it’s circling my nipple. My very erect nipple.
“I like to watch you draw. It’s almost like you’re drawing on my neck.”
“I know. Well, I didn’t know it was your neck. I just knew you were … well, aroused by watching me. Or her. Or both.”
I swallow, try to make myself breathe again. “I…” I swallow again, try to calm myself. “I didn’t even know I was aroused until today.” I continue to look at the woman on the lawn. Anything but meet the artist’s eyes.
She smiles, reaches over to touch my neck. Soft, gentle strokes, upward against the grain of my hair. “You like having your neck touched?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“I do too.” She’s massaging my neck now with her hand, slipping down into my collar a little to touch my shoulder.
I tentatively reach up to touch her neck. The little soft hairs are all standing on end. She casually lifts the pad as if to show me the drawing, but really so we can hide and kiss softly. Her mouth is so sweet. She smells of jasmine. And arousal. Her eyes are smiling as I open my lips and touch tongues with her.
“I… I have to get back to work.”
She smiles. “Take the afternoon off. Call in sick. Tell them your sister’s sick, your kid’s sick, your husband’s sick.”
“But, what do I tell my husband?”
“Tell him you were modeling for me.”
“I… I can’t.” I look back at the woman on the lawn.
She follows my glance, and nods at the blonde. “Maybe we can get her to come along too.” Grins.
“How?”
She grins again. “I’ll show her the nude of you.”

Although George thought things were as bad as they could get, he’d just spent the night before brutally raping and abusing his wife thanks to the Demon that was now in control of his body, he wasn’t at all prepared for this. The Demon was taking him out onto the streets, still in control of his body and looking for more prey; his poor wife didn’t even had a chance of escaping because the Demon had used his powers to lock her in her room. Even if she did wake up, which she probably wouldn’t she was so exhausted from her ordeal, there wasn’t any chance for her. His mind was filled with the horrors of the day before; no matter what he did he would never be able to make this up to her, nothing could repay the things that her husband had done to her - even if he hadn’t been in control of his body. He’d watched himself do it, seen her eyes as she’d succumbed to horror, not knowing how her beloved husband had become so cruel.
‘STOP IT! STOP IT’ he screamed inside his head, feeling like he was running around looking for the enemy and finding nothing. The demon just laughed at him, looking around curiously for new meat. There was a girl walking down the street, alone and young looking… as she got closer George was horrified to recognize his niece, his brother’s daughter Claudia. Eighteen years old and as sweet a girl as could ever be found. His voice got more high-pitched as the demon realized just who she was to him, and he could feel the imminent weight of impending evil surrounding him.
“Hi Uncle George!” the sweet girl chirped, running up and hugging him, George screamed as the Demon hugged her back, smiling pleasantly, “I was just on my way to see Aunt Samantha! She’s showing me how to make a cheesecake today.”
“Well that’s nice dear,” said his voice, cheerful and normal… if he’d had control of his body he would have felt like he was out of tears, completely helpless to even warn her, “Why don’t I walk you there? You really shouldn’t be walking around by yourself you know. There are bad people out there.” George could feel the Demon laughing at him, and he screamed his rage; impotent and angry.
“Oh Uncle George,” she giggled cutely, and the Demon’s eyes wandered to her tight shirt and jiggling bosom, George groaned as he was forced to really notice his niece’s assets for the first time, “It’s morning and it’s perfectly sunny out. It’s not like there’s anyone bad out right now.”
More than anything he wanted to tell her that the worst person she could be walking with was him, to turn around and run home and never leave the house again - and never ever wish for anything! Instead his body walked with her and they talked of cheerful, harmless stuff… he wanted to beat himself into a bloody pulp when the Demon told Claudia that her Aunt Samantha was tired from the night before - and added in a wink! For some reason the Demon enjoyed taunting George as much as anything else, taking some kind of pleasure in his psychological pain.
When they got to the house it was still quiet, Samantha wasn’t even awake yet. Leading Claudia into the living room, the demon suddenly changed before her eyes; from her adored Uncle George to some malevolent-eyed twisted looking man. Gasping, she stepped back and screamed as she tripped over the footstool… and then he was on her. She fought back, much more effectively than Samantha had at first; the Demon was forced to turn her onto her stomach and hold her down. Reaching out he grabbed the tie from the curtains and bound her hands together, tying them to the couch leg. Leaving her there, sobbing and pleading with him, he grabbed more curtain ties and returned to tie her legs apart and attach them to other large pieces of furniture.
“Uncle George… what are you doing? What are you doing, I’m your niece… it’s me, Claudia… what are you doing…. UNCLE GEORGE???!!!!” She wailed as he ripped the shirt from her body, tearing the clothes off of her until she was completely naked in front of him. Despite his horror at the events that were unfolding, George couldn’t help but notice his niece’s beauty and he knew that even if he’d had control of his body he’d have a hard on. Of course, if he had control of his body he would have never found himself in this position.
Seeing her tied and spread like that, her innocent beauty lay out before him, he wanted to cry for her. Not the sobbing self-hating cries, but the weeping that one does for innocence lost. Somehow he was starting to become more accustomed to the situation; rather than screaming and denying what was happening, he was instead starting to mourn the losses. The Demon toyed with her breasts roughly, slapping them back and forth and pinching her nipples rudely; Claudia sobbed as she was manhandled, her chest was burning with the rough treatment. A virgin, she had let boys feel her up before, but none of them had ever treated her like this; she’d always been treated with respect and tenderness. This sudden brutality, along with the fact that it was her uncle who was doing it, was a complete shock to her system.
Without much preparation, the Demon placed George’s enlarged cock at her virgin entrance and started to push. Despite the roughness of the treatment to her breasts, she had ended up getting a little wet which was fortunate for her. Claudia’s back arched in pain as the large cock broke through the barrier, her pussy feeling like it was being torn apart by the large shaft. Letting out an ear-splitting scream, she shook with the tension in her body as her uncle completely buried himself in her body; their groins met and she sobbed, her pussy clasping him tightly as it convulsed.
For George, this was so much worse than the day before. Not because Claudia was younger than his wife, or because she had been a virgin, or even because she was his niece… no, it was because he was almost enjoying himself. He didn’t want to, he wasn’t trying to, but he could still feel everything that was happening to his body, and her pussy felt fantastic. Inside his head he was moaning with pleasure as the Demon raped her, she was so tight and elastic… tighter than he could ever remember feeling. And she was so young and beautiful, her skin so soft against the roughly grasping hands… it was something he had never really noticed before, always just thinking of her as a kind of supplementary daughter. Now his dick was thrusting in and out of her and he was actually enjoying himself in some ways… which just made him hate himself even more.
What was wrong with him? What kind of sick fuck could he be to actually be having himself enjoy this? This was his NIECE… not only was he involved in incest now, but he had just raped her and she had been a virgin… and yet he was still enjoying the way his dick moved in and out of her ravaged pussy. The physical vs. the mental and he really wasn’t sure which was winning.
Claudia was hopelessly lost in horror, her body being used by her Uncle George… although he didn’t even look like her uncle, his expression was completely different and strange to her. She tried to keep from looking at him as he pumped in and out of her body, her hands were still weakly pulling at the bonds on her wrists. It felt so strange to have something inside of her; big and hard and actually inside her body, it still hurt but the pain was fading somewhat and she was grateful for that. His fingers groped at the soft spots on her body, digging in and making her wince as he continued to fuck her hard…
The Demon thrust harder and harder, banging her curvy ass against the floor and making her cry out in startled pain. Then, just as his body stiffened in orgasm, George found himself back in control of his body, found himself making that final eager thrust and spilling his cum into his niece… For Claudia the experience was even worse as her Uncle George suddenly looked like himself, but with his face screwed up in lust. She sobbed as she felt him spurting inside her… there had been no protection used and she wasn’t on the pill… was it possible she might have her Uncle’s baby?
George collapsed on his sobbing niece, completely shocked and horrified… he’d had the chance to pull out… he’d been in control of his body just before he came and he’d had the chance to spare her and he hadn’t. What kind of animal was he? Maybe the Demon had started the rape, but he’d finished it… he’d made the final thrust, he’d cum in her. It had felt different than last night with Samantha; he knew that all the cum was his, there was nothing of the Demon in it. Then he realized that he was still lying on top of Claudia, his dick was still inside his niece.
Crying himself, he untied her, babbling and pleading forgiveness. She didn’t even hear his words, it was just murmurs as he untied her and she curled into a ball. Although she winced when he touched her, he picked her up and took her upstairs to be with Samantha. His wife woke up as they came into the room, seeing Claudia and realizing what had happened; he handed his niece off, not knowing what else to do. As Samantha comforted the younger woman, her eyes dull with the horror that she had already lived through, George curled up - naked - in the corner and started to cry. The women rocked back and forth on the bed as he held himself, curled up alone in the corner of his bedroom.

It feels dumb to admit it, but as a result of a freak picnic accident, I found myself with both a broken leg and arm at the same time. After a brief stay in hospital, I came home to my own bed for a week before I could resume something of a normal lifestyle. My wife and daughter tried to make things as comfortable as possible for me each morning before they left for work, but even so, the days were long, hot and boring.
“We need to cut the grass,” I told my wife one morning. “Can we get someone in to do it?”
“Sure; I talked to Dustin, next door. He’s home for the summer, and wouldn’t mind picking up a few extra quid,” she replied. “I’ll tell him today is good.”
“Good; have him come up after he’s done and I’ll pay him. And tell him he can use the pool when he’s done, too. I’m sure he’ll need to cool off.”
Our neighbour Dustin was home from his first year at university, and was a good looking boy. He was quite the athlete—a swimmer—and I must admit that I had often noticed his well-sculpted physique.
I read for a while, and then must have dozed, because it was just after noon when I awoke to the rumble of the lawn mower. From my bed, I could see into the yard; Dustin was wearing only some running shorts and trainers while pushing the mower. A sheen of sweat glistened on his bare chest. He had been working out over the winter, I thought to myself. He really looks good.
Now I have an open mind, but I’ve never considered myself anything but heterosexual. Oh sure, there was some boyish playing during secondary school, but other than that, it’s been the “straight” and narrow. And yet, seeing such an excellent physical specimen, nearly nude, well you can imagine. In spite of myself, I was getting a little turned on.
I kept a pair of binoculars next to the bed for scanning the garden during my “confinement,” and now I took them to check out Dustin’s hard body. I felt like a perverse Jimmy Stewart in “Rear Window.” I didn’t really expect to see anything—it seemed so “academic,” like admiring a Greek sculpture in a museum.
When Dustin was just about finished, a car pulled up in his driveway, next door. Another very good looking young bloke got out, and after noticing Dustin in my garden, came over to where he was working. This was getting interesting. I adjusted the focus of the binoculars. I don’t think they could hear each other over the roar of the machine, but I was amazed when I saw them kiss!
Was Dustin gay? Our little neighbour boy? No wonder he’d never come around wanting to date my daughter (who’s only a year younger than he is). From where I was viewing, I could tell these blokes were definitely kissing deeply, passionately. I felt my cock stirring, as a million images went through my mind. I’d never paid much attention to gay porn, but knew I like to see hot hard cocks in hetero-porno, and couldn’t wait to see if something more were going to develop here in my yard.
Dustin broke away and indicated to his friend that he had just a bit more to finish up, and then they could use the pool. The friend nodded in recognition, and went into the pool enclosure, stripping down to a day-glow green thong. This was too much! This boy was obviously well hung; as he laid on a chaise in the hot noon-day sun, I could see the shadow cast by his pouch. My cock was at full staff now, but I only had one good hand, and I was using that for the binoculars. Putting the glasses down briefly, I pulled my cock out through the fly of my pyjama bottoms.
The mower shut off, and Dustin rolled it into the garden shed. He walked over to the pool gate, and glancing around surreptitiously, he kicked off his shoes. Seeing no one, he peeled off his shorts to reveal a beautifully sculpted cock, at least seven inches long. Opening the gate, he took a running dive into the cool, clear water, surprising his friend.
“You fucking wanker!” the friend called out, as he too jumped in.
It was quite exciting to watch the two boys splashing and playing around in the refreshing water, and I was suddenly jealous. Here I was stuck in my bed. And I couldn’t even wank-off.
The boys seemed to be wrestling in the water, and I was surprised when I saw Dustin throw his friend’s thong out of the water onto the patio near the lounger. Once again the boys were kissing, but now I could only see the faint reflexion of their hands under the water. I imagined they both had raging hard-ons, and hoped that I would be able to see them. My own cock was hard as steel, the shiny purple head now leaking pre-cum profusely.
I tried to prop up the binoculars so as to free my hand for wanking, but I was too afraid that if it fell, the crash would be heard outside, and the boys would quit. That would be devastating—I so wanted to see if they would have sex. And I was not disappointed.
Dusting hopped out of the pool, and sat on the edge with his legs still dangling in the water. His cock was a full staff now, and absolutely gorgeous. He languidly leant back on his hands, allowing the sun to dance across his glittering body. The friend wasted no time in joining him. He swam between Dustin’s legs, grabbed his raging cock, and sucked him in deeply. I couldn’t believe how hot it was to watch this.
Here was the “boy next door” a full-grown stud, getting his cock sucked by his gay lover. My own rod was so stiff now it was almost painful. But I couldn’t peel my eyes from the scene in front of me, and I admired the friend’s technique as he gave Dustin a world-class blow-job.
Dustin said something which I couldn’t hear at the distance I was, and the friend got out of the pool, and place a towel on the paving. I was afraid the show was over, and that they were just going to sun-bathe, but as the friend laid down on his back, Dustin kneeled over him, and they went into a 69-position.
I watched intently as the boys went at each other passionately. I don’t know what it was exactly that tipped me off, but I could sense that soon one of them was going to come, and in a few seconds, I saw Dustin pumping his cock into his friend’s mouth, frantically fucking his face. Then he went rigid, and I noticed the friend drinking deeply, gladly swallowing Dustin’s load. Then the friend seemed to stiffen his entire muscular body, and from the recoil of Dustin’s head, I knew that he too was drinking hot, sticky semen.
And that’s when I came as well, shooting ropes of come into the air without even touching myself.
The boys broke away from each other, and kissed again, deeply on the mouth. They laid there a while, soaking up the sun on their nude bodies, panting, coming down from their orgasmic high.
Dustin was the first to get up. He put on his shorts and spoke a few words to the friend before walking to the house. I heard Dustin downstairs getting a drink in the kitchen, and then his friend got dressed and left. In another moment, Dusting was making his way up to my room. There was nothing for me to do.
“All done,” he said brightly as he entered the room, looking for his money.
My cock—although flaccid now—was still outside my pyjamas, lying in a pool of my own come.
“I need to get cleaned up a bit,” I said, embarrassedly. Dusting looked at me, then noticed the binoculars, and finally towards the window.
“I can help with that too,” he said, as he leaned over and sucked my soft prick into his hot mouth.

I was asleep in your bed, naked of course.
I woke up because I felt very uncomfortable, not being fully awake I couldn’t work out what was wrong with me? I remember feeling very frightened at that point, because I couldn’t move my legs or arms?
I am now wide awake and find my arms stretched back fully, crossed at the wrists behind the top of my head, and tied tightly to the bed head. My legs too, were tightly tied together to the end of the bed.
I looked down and saw a thin sheet covering my body.
Looking around the room, I couldn’t see anyone. I remember it was very quiet. I tried desperately to get free; I struggled for what seemed like ages. The more I struggled the more my arms hurt. The door was shut and the room was dimly lit - I looked over my shoulder at the closed door. Tears slowly moved down my checks, they tickled and I wiped them away as best I could by turning my head towards the top of my right arm.
I then heard footsteps, they moved up, what sounded like stairs – but they were very slow footsteps, who ever it was, they certainly weren’t in a hurry. I wasn’t scared and thought surely this person would untie me and then I would be free to go and find you…
I watched the door intently, but never said a thing. Never called for help, nothing! It seemed to take ages for him or her to get to the door. Finally I watched the door handle turn, the door opened ever so slowly and in walked…………………… An impressive figure, wearing a long sleeved deep purple black cloak, which skimmed gracefully atop the carpet as the person walked. A large Sphinx mask covered any trace of who it was hidden under the mask – I felt a cold shiver run through my body - no not fear, but an unexpected excitement!
“Don’t say a word!” came a muffled husky voice from beneath the mask.
“Not one word, do you understand?” The figure did not turn and look at me as it spoke - but slowly walked across the room in front of the bed, and around to my left side. In both hands it held a silver plate or tray – I could just make out a few objects placed upon it. I could see bottles, a white cloth or hanky a carefully folded piece of black material and two candles.
I watched as the figure placed the tray on a small wooden table, which sat under the main window of the bedroom. It was then I caught sight of the hands of my captor, - it was MALE! Strong small hands, tidy short fingernails – he was European and I could just see a touch of dark hair showing from below the cuffs of his cloak.
I desperately needed to see what he was doing! I turned my head until it was hard against my arm, by closing my right eye it enabled my left eye more clarity and I watched as he opened 3 small bottles and poured liquid from each of them into a bowl. He lit the candles and carried the table to the edge of the bed and placed it opposite my left breast.
“Not a word” he quietly said again looking down upon me.
I coyly moved my eyes to meet the eyes of his mask – I was breathing deeply my lips parted, I was excited…..I think?
He sat on the bed next to me.
“Tonight you will be a good girl,……. you will not speak or cry out” he touched my face and ran his fingers gently around my lips.
” You will be mine to do what ever I wish”
He moved his fingers slowly down onto my neck then took hold of the sheet covering my body and very slowly pulled it back over my breasts, down across my stomach and stopped just above my lower thighs.
The feel of the soft sheet moving over my body was intoxicating. My nipples were hard, my breathing heavy and I was aroused and ashamedly so! I knew not of this man and hated him for tying me up in such a way, yet he was arousing me, exciting me! I hated him for taking away my control.
Even though I could not see his eyes I knew he was examining my helpless body - I hated him for that too…….

I wanted to tell him my shoulders were hurting and that my wrists were sore, but what would he do to me if I spoke? I wasn’t ready to find out just yet so decided to keep quiet - for now anyway.
From the silver tray he removed a glass-stirring rod, it was approximately 10 cms in length; I had seen these in a fancy kitchen shop in Ponsonby and had always wanted one.
He started mixing together the liquids he had poured into the bowl earlier and while doing so, watched my face. I kept my eyes on his, well where I knew his were……what did he hope to see in my face I wondered?
“This is not going to hurt – but you will stay perfectly still and remember – not a word!”
I nodded in agreement
Carefully, he drizzled the cold oily liquid over my warm body. Starting at my neck, then down between my breasts and onto my stomach. I shut my eyes tightly as I got used to the coolness of the droplets on my skin.
He removed the sheet from my legs and I heard it land on the floor behind my feet. He was standing now, and was moving along the edge of the bed toward my arms.
I could feel his dark cloak just brush my check as he stood next to the bed head. It was silk and it must have felt wonderful against his body. I could smell him!
The glass rod was now teasing my fingers open – I obliged and opened both hands. The oil ran down my forearms and over my elbows.
Apart form my face, the entire front of my body was now lined with oil. The smell of sandalwood, lavender and orange blossom adorned my skin.
I so much wanted to move, and remove the cold and uncomfortably sticky oil from my body.
I watched him carry the small table back against the wall. He took the strip of black material and tied it tightly around his hips. He placed the two candles on the wooden posts at the foot of the bed and then stood still in front of me. – He unbutton his cloak, but only to the waist …..
I could see his chest, I wanted to see his chest, his shoulders and arms! Oh god I wanted to see him and he knew it. He slowly removed his arms from the cloak and let it fall behind him exposing his firm muscular chest. The candlelight enhanced all his beauty I took a deep breath………….
“You will not move” he repeated coldly as he moved from behind the foot of the bed.
“You will be good and not say a word”
I watched as he got onto the bed and straddled my body.
I was breathing heavily as I looked up at his mask, I could just make out his grey eyes – cold, controlling eyes, I hated him!
He placed both hands firmly around my neck, then moved them up my arms until they found my wrists, and fingers. He carefully rubbed the oil around every finger. His chest was centimetres away from my mouth; I wanted to lean my face into him. I knew he could feel my warm breath against his skin and I was sure he liked it.
He moved down my arms and onto my breasts, his fingers gently massaging the oil into my skin and around my nipples. He was teasing me, and he wasn’t going to stop!
I shut my eyes and let him take control of my pleasure.
His fingers danced over my stomach and around my waist – firm but gentle – he had me on fire!
Across my hips he moved, down further still, then my thighs, along my legs, over my knees and finally to my feet! I am slippery and warm. I am wet and horny. I watch him look up at me from the bottom of the bed. I want more……….I imagine him smiling at me.
I’m breathing heavier now, I want to moan – I want to move, I want him to hear how much I enjoy his touch – but I don’t dare speak!
At the bottom of the bed he stops, his hands held firmly around my tied ankles.
I look at him wildly with parted lips and laboured breathing, – you bastard, I want to yell!
He laughs at me!
He suddenly moves quickly up along my legs and stops abruptly at my thighs – he looks at me again. Very gently he moves my legs apart and starts rubbing the oil into my inner thighs, he moves his fingers further and further in between my legs. He can see I am wet, he can see what he has done, but he never touches me there – just teases me feverishly, until I can no longer stand it.
“Oh god” I yell with a sigh.
He stops what he is doing as abruptly as he started – I watch as he put the top half of the cloak back around his shoulders, does up the buttons and removes the black material from his hips.
“I told you, you weren’t to talk, not a word I said” His voice had changed, he is angry.
He walks toward me – “you will be punished for disobeying me.”
“I’m sorry,” I plead ” I’m sorry ……please?”
He places the black material across my mouth and ties it firmly behind my head.
“I hate you” I mumble.
“You will stay like that until I decide you have been punished. You will have plenty of time to think about your disobedience.” He picks up the silver tray and leaves the room closing the door behind him………….
I’m lying on your bed and felling like a helpless captured animal! I feel humiliated, cold and scared, my thoughts are all over the place. I look down at my ankles, then up at my hands – they are tied ever so tightly with strips of brown leather. – He had obviously gone to a lot of trouble; even the knot is one I hadn’t seen before!
I struggle hoping I may just loosen these strange knots - as before, my shoulders start to hurt….
I am his and it will stay that way until he is ready to let me go!
I sob uncontrollably as I look at the closed door, and mutter through the gag “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again – I’m sorry!”
Time drags by and I watch the two candles at the foot of the bed. I watch as the wax dribbles down the stem and onto the wooden post leaving a tangled mass of wax in its wake!
The yellow flames flicker out of ’step’ and produce strange shadows on the walls. Huge dark and menacing shadows, just like my captor. I hated looking at them and tried to concentrate on something else, but always my eyes were drawn back to the dark moving wall..
I imagine him towering over my body, his wonderful heavy chest – his hands all over me, his mouth on mine. Who was this man who could humiliate so? Then in the next breath give me such enduring and selfless pleasure?
“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again – I’m sorry, please come back?”
Again tears welled in my eyes and then slid slowly down my checks…………
An hour passes, and I start to shiver with cold, my mouth is dry and the gag is cutting slightly into the corners of my mouth.
Suddenly I hear a noise outside the door – and I look quickly towards it, my eyes wide and my heart pounding.
I watched the door, it opened, and two blonde haired women walk slowly into the room – each wearing a short sleeveless see-through white blouse. Two small buttons high around the neckline keep the garment shut. I could clearly see their hard nipples pushing against the material. They were both wearing white lacy G-strings, which sat high on their hips enhancing their beautiful curvaceous bodies.
A thick black velvety tightly fitting facemask covered their eyes and their blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Around their necks they wore a brown leather strap.
They were both very beautiful and I felt totally disgusted as I looked down at my body.
I too could look like that I thought? But look at me, I’ve been tied to a bed naked for hours, covered with greasy oil, and my mouth gagged – I must look terrible and I felt ashamed.
The two women stood side by side at the foot of the bed facing me. Their moist pink lips glistening in the candlelight; they did not speak and they did not move, they stood silently watching me………….
A voice came through the door as I lay admiring the two beautiful women standing in front of me.
” Have you been a good girl? ” he inquired as he ran his hand roughly up the arm and around the neck of one of the girls. She did not move, and stood as still as she had done a few minutes before his arrival.
He turned and faced me, his large heavy mask now replaced with a fine black well fitted one. I could see his lips and mouth, the outline of his face and head; his eyes were clearly defined showing light brown eyelashes and eyebrows his eyes still as menacing and cold as before.
“I’m sure you have.” He said calmly ” You will now do as I say!”
He moved between the two women, and I watched as he placed his hands inside each of their blouses and firmly grasped their breasts. Again they did not move – not a sound, their lips showing no emotion, not so much as a quiver.
Slowly he unbuttoned each blouse and parted them carefully with both hands – he ran his hands carefully over their breasts and stomach. He then walked behind one of the woman and took hold of her hair and firmly pulled her head back.
“Look at her body – beautiful isn’t it?” He said as he put his mouth against her neck. He did not take his eyes off me as he caressed her neck and shoulders.
” You will not move and you will not say one word”
He was enjoying this torture, his torture of me!
He took hold of the second woman’s hair and pulled her head back just as he did with the first.
“Look at her breasts – small and beautiful, gorgeous nipples, just like yours wouldn’t you say?”
Still holding her head back he moved to her side and placed his mouth over her breast, he stopped and looked over at me, then continued his torture. I could feel everything he was doing to her, his tongue firmly moving over her nipple, his teeth gently nipping her. I closed my eyes and let out a silent sigh of pleasure.
He moved away and let go of her hair, she lowered her head and stood as before.
My heart was pounding as I watched him stand behind each of the women and ever so carefully remove their blouses. He gently undid the brown leather straps from around their necks but left them where they were. . He never once took his eyes off me – “Stop, stop, stop I wanted to scream”
He slowly removed their underwear until both women were standing in front of me naked – white female flesh, beautiful sexy flesh, hard nipples, nicely shaven pubic hair – Were they there for me?
No I had decided! This was his game, I was just an unwilling participant in a game called… pleasure, a game called control maybe?
One at a time he caressed their bodies with his hands. I could see his hands deliberately move seductively over milky white breasts, hard pink nipples, then down onto firm flat stomachs. Into and around blonde pubic hair, between shapely legs and then back again… I was so hot, so wet – my breathing noticeably shallow, I was in pain and I hated him even more for how he was making me feel.
“You have been very good, not one word as come from your lips,” he said to me as he undid their hair and let it fall around their shoulders.
He ran his fingers through one of the girls hair, grabbed a handful, pulled her head back and kissed her passionately on the lips.
No matter what he did they never moved…. I could just see through the mask around their eyes an occasional blink now and then.
Were they twins I wondered, same bodies and hair, even their lips and mouth appeared the same shape and size. I was puzzled and thought for a moment I could be drugged, god perhaps I was dreaming? If it was a dream did I want to wake?
“I will remove the gag from your mouth for your obedience” he smirked. He made his way over to the little wooden table below the window and picked up a small bottle and walked over to me.
“Not one word now!”
Lifting my head, he removed the black gag form my mouth, he waited and allowed me to move and stretch my mouth back into some normality.
He placed the bottle against my lips and carefully poured into my mouth a much needed drink of water.
” We are nearly ready”
Ready for what, oh please untie me, and please let me go. Let the game be over! I looked into his eyes; hoping he would understand me, hear me even…………
He went over to the little wooden table and placed the water bottle down.
He then walked over to the two naked beauties standing at the end of the bed and in turn, ran his hands across their buttocks, up their backs and stopped at the loose brown leather straps around their necks.
Carefully, the straps were skilfully tied into slipknots, and then placed over the bedposts where the slowly burning candles sat - still flickering out of step! Their ghostly dark companion on the wall behind bearing silent witness to what was unfolding on the large bed below.
The scene in front of me was like a dream!
I must be dreaming I had decided, this can’t happen in real life can it? -
Two masked and beautiful naked women, candles casting menacing shadows, leather straps tied to the bed, and an intoxicating captor intent on torturing me with nothing but…… pleasure?
The excitement and desire so deftly wound inside my mind was scary - this man had managed to manipulate my whole being with his words and gestures. What was most clever about this moment was the uncertainty he had created! I hated him, but loved him for it!
I followed him with only my eyes as he moved around to where I lay tightly bound, his hands carefully unbuttoning his cloak as he walked. He picked the black gag up off the floor and again placed it around his hips and tied a knot. He removed the top half of the cloak and I looked upon his wonderful chest and arms…Oh god I thought trying to keep control of my speech and movement… oh god!
He sat high up on the bed next to me, and I watched as he placed his index finger into his mouth and gently and seductively rolled his tongue around it. I could just see the movement of his moist fleshy tongue, his lips were glistening with the moisture he produced while doing so.
He then placed the same finger slightly inside my mouth and moved it around the inside of my lips.
“Do not move! If you move I will gag you again.” He kept his cold eyes fixed upon mine.
“Do not speak!” he calmly said. “If you speak, I will gag you again.”
He continued teasing my lips – and every so often, returned his finger to his mouth and tongue, I greedily waited for its return.
He then moved his fingers down onto my nipples watching me as he did so. As before, a repeated performance followed.
Each nipple responded to every moment, every pinch, and every stroke of his wet finger. His stare had changed from cold and calm, to much amusement. For a split second, I was sure I saw a glint of pleasure come from his grey eyes.
Again the words “Do not move, do not speak!”
I was breathing heavily and enjoying my captors’ torture – but I was ever so mindful of obeying him, I did not like the gag and did not want to feel the tightness of it around my mouth for a second time…
He moved down onto my stomach, not with his finger this time but with his tongue ..in and around my tummy button he probed, lightly kissing and nipping my flesh. I could feel the firmness of his teeth on my skin, - he looked up at me and I could see he was enjoying my pleasure even feeding off it!
I shut my eyes tightly, opened my mouth and allowed my heavy breath to flow from my mouth as quietly as possible –
I felt the leather strap loosen from around my ankles…I thought nothing of it…I didn’t care!
I felt a warm hand take hold of each ankle…but I didn’t care!
My captor had control of all my senses…..his tongue and lips now caressing my thighs…
I felt each leg slowly move apart….but I didn’t care!
He was now between my legs, kissing, licking, probing…
I felt both ankles tighten as they were tied to the bed again…but I didn’t care!
He was always very close to my wet and swollen lips, but never quite there.. never quite there… I thought I would come!
He seemed to know this and would move his mouth away… I took a deep breath, clenched both fists and opened my eyes.
My body was covered with beads of sweat, my mouth dry and my breathing fast and shallow, I felt as if I were drunk!
He had stopped, why?
I looked down, eyes searching wildly in the dimly lit room.

“Honey do you think that men would wank over my pictures?” she asked me as she slipped my cock out of her mouth. As she did so her hand continued to pump up and down along my cock.
“What!! Oh God that is so good,” I exclaimed as she continued to give me a handjob.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to give her an answer anytime soon she slipped those gorgeous lips over my shining cock-head and started to again suck on my cock. What with her tongue curling about my head and slipping into the little slit at its tip and the hand rubbing hard at my sac and along the shaft I came powerfully and soon.
“Oh yessss, fuck yess. Suck it all, suck all of my cum baby!!!!”
My cock slipped out of her mouth again this time as it grew soft and I gave a contented sigh as I settled back in the bed. I looked over to her and was amazed at how sexy she was, her brown hair shone and her breasts had the hardest nipples I had ever seen. Though not large she had enough breast to fit easily into my hand, the best thing about them was that they tasted so delicious when I could suck them off. I looked down her body and admired the curves that led to her sexy hips. She could be called ample and was no stick insect but she was a proper sensual figure of a woman to me.
As if she wanted to show off her body to me her legs opened and I could make out her smooth shaved cunt. I knew between her shaved lips was the hard clit of the devil. I loved how she would cum so easily when I touched her there, and she loved to wear no panties under her skirts or if she could flash at any man in the street. So looking at her you wouldn’t call her a model but most men would want to fuck her if they had the chance.
It was the eyes of course, she had wicked bedroom eyes that seduced and stripped you and excited you so that you wanted to take her any time you could. When you looked into her eyes you looked into the eyes of that innocent face you realised that this was one sexy, depraved young woman. Ever since I had seduced her I was enjoying the best sex of my entire life.
“So do you think they would?” she asked again.
“They would what?” I asked.
“Wank over my pictures?”
I lay back and laughed,” If their heterosexual they will cum just looking at you.”
Instead of laughing she seemed to consider what I was saying very seriously. There was more going on here than met the eye I decided.
“So what’s up with the questions,” I asked her.
” I had a brilliant idea,” she spoke enthusiastically,” You know how I need money for college and that I love teasing men?”
That was an understatement, I remembered how we had first met she had flashed me a hint of her naked body in the middle of the street by opening her coat as I passed. I had barely believed my eyes and had stopped. I then remembered going up to her and growling how I wanted to fuck her here and now. How those wicked eyes had shone as she said she’d love that. So within five minutes my trousers were down by my ankles and I was thrusting my cock into her wet cunt.
Often we fucked outdoors, she would become very excited when there was the chance someone would catch us and she was often very loud as she came.
“Yes you are a proper minx when you tease,” I did not say anything else but waited for her to continue.
“Well why don’t I make myself a web site and put up some of my photos and make some videos and charge men to see them?”
“Well there a lot of sites already out there and do you want your face and body bandied about the college if someone finds out about it,” as I said that I pushed my body on top of hers and felt my hard cock ready to thrust deep into her dripping wet pussy. I pressed my lips strongly against her lips and stopped any further talking. I thought that this would stop any further thought about this plan but then I can be so foolish about women.
It was two days later that I found that she had continued to plan for her website. I walked into the flat to find her on the bed and lights shining onto the sheets. Near the bed I saw the video camera. Looking up at me she smiled and her eyes twinkled in their sheer sexual wickedness. I also saw the stubbornness in them and realised that there was nothing I could do to talk her out of her plan.
“Okay what do you want me to do?” I grumbled.
I was met with a brilliant smile and she spoke, “I want you to keep the camera in focus and make sure you catch everything I do.”
I had to smile as she did her make-up and prepared herself. She was positively seduction itself. She wore a lacy black bra, a satin black thong that barely covered her cunt and stockings that made her legs look fantastic. A brief smile and nod told me she was ready and I started to film her as she crawled over the bed swinging her hips and ass into the camera. I did a closeup of those luscious orbs and caught a glimpse of the black satin that left the cheeks. Just watching her I felt my cock grow hard and tight against my jeans.
Turning to the camera side on she began to run her hands over her body cupping her breasts and looking at the lens. It was like a physical blow that look . It teased and made me harder if that was possible. Smiling a sexy half-smile she undid the clasp of her bra exposing her breasts and I focused on her fingers caressing and pinching at her prominent and hard nipples. I was able to release my cock and I stroked it as I watched this sexy woman show herself off to the camera no she wasn’t just showing off she was seducing it.
Oh, she loves an audience this one and the thought that men would wank as they saw this video made her horny, I could smell her juices as they leaked from her cunt. I find the musky scent of an aroused woman incredibly arousing. She lent back onto the pillow and continued to stroke along her body as one hand caressed her nipples. Slowly and sensually she opened her legs allowing me to see the wetness staining the shiny cloth of the thong.
Using both hands now she pulled the cloth up between her lips so that the swollen flesh poked out either side of the cloth. Then she pulled it back and forth between her legs and over her clit. I knew that sensitive hot organ would be peeking out from under its sheath. Her groaning and moans would be very easily heard on the clip and I wanted desperately to fuck her now but I found that I also wanted to watch her as she put on this incredibly erotic show. My hand pulled and squeezed my hard cock as I watched.
Raising her hips she slipped the wet thong from between her lips and pulled it down her legs slowly and seductively. Then elegantly she raised her legs into the air and slipped the thong over her feet. I did a close-up on her wet cunt and the juice that leaked out from it as she did this. Lowering her legs she opened them so I could see the swollen lips and the clit it was as though she was offering her body to the camera. Her fingers pulled back the shaved skin so that she completely uncovered her clit and inner lips to the camera.
Then her fingers began to run along the skin above her lips exciting her again as she masturbated for the camera. Every now and again she would slip a finger into her cunt and issue short sharp grunts of pleasure. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and the rasping sound of my heavy breathing.
I was barely concentrating on the camera now but pulling on my cock with increased need. As I pulled harder and faster on my cock she began to circle her clit in tight circles that excited her tremendously. Her other hand was at her cunt as she pushed one and then two fingers in and out of her wet hole. She keened out a wild sigh of passion and desire, lust shone from her eyes as she watched me jerk off in front of her. I saw her tongue lick around her lips and I wanted those lips to be locked about my fleshy spear.
I saw her lean back and she cried a cry of deep pleasure that burst from her throat as she convulsed in one of the most powerful orgasms that I had ever seen her enjoy. That was too much for me and my cum flew into