The Director

I've known Angela for a few years. I met her at my old work and the first time I saw her I thought she was a very elegant, sexy woman. We worked quite closely with each other when she had a production in the studio and had lots of chances to talk. We got on really well and in no time at all became quite good friends. I had been with the firm for about three months when the first Christmas came around. The company always had a party in the office on the last Friday before the holidays and being a TV production company, parties were always quite boozy affairs. Toward the end of the evening I had a bit of a dance with Angela. We didn't even kiss because I wasn't sure how she felt about it but I did pluck up the courage to arrange to meet her over Christmas for a drink.

We met up in the break and had a nice evening in a pub fairly close to where she lived in Battersea. I walked her home but did not have the feeling anything was going to happen. And that night it didn't.
Let me explain. I was 29 at the time and she was 42. This was quite a big thing for me at the time and I wasn't sure how to deal with the fact that she had a daughter only slightly younger than I. And she sometimes lived with Angela. No, this is not a mum and daughter story. She was nowhere as sexy as her mum and… well not the story.

So we got back to her house, drank more wine and had a brilliant snog. It went on for quite a while and Angela was sending me all the signals. I just had a problem with her daughter being in her room upstairs. I think she sensed this and whispered in my ear, "When do we start our affair?"
I was not in a relationship and she was divorced, so I thought her use of that expression a bit strange but it made me feel very sexy anyway. I went home and jerked off about three times and dreamed of all the fun I hoped I was going to have.

I had no fucking idea.

Angela was a lot of fun to be with. Our 'affair' started a week later - the day before New Year’s Eve. We went for a drink and stayed in the bar for about ten minutes. She was wearing a very sexy dress with a plunging neckline. Dark blue, silky and underneath I caught glimpses of some very exotic underwear. She could see me getting very turned on by all this and suggested we have a drink at home.
As soon as we walked in the door we were attacking each other. She was pushing her tongue down my throat and her hand down my trousers. I likewise had one hand pushed into her breast through her dress and another hand rubbing her through the silk of her knickers. As soon as she had my very hard and desperate cock in her hands she demanded I fuck her now. Right here in the hallway and not to bother undressing. I pushed her back against the wall, pulled her sopping pants to one side and slid my cock into her. She clamped one leg around me and supported by me and her hallway wall we bucked together for all we were worth. This lasted about 30 seconds as we were both so turned on. We climaxed and fell into a heap on the floor panting like hot dogs. I lay back and looked at her. She looked fantastic. She was lying against the wall with a slightly dazed expression on her face, one of her breasts out of the dress altogether and idly dipping her fingers into her sticky hole then licking the mixture off. My trousers were now around my ankles and my cock was in no mood for going down. She looked at me and asked if I was ready for some more. I smiled and she took me into her front room where she busied herself taking off all of my clothes. When I attempted to help her out of her dress she stopped me with a little smile. Then she asked me to lie down on her couch with my head close to the edge. Then she stood next to the couch close to my head and slowly took off her sopping pants. Then she straddled over my head with one leg and lowered herself down onto my face. At first it felt a bit mucky but this was all so sexy it very soon got me right into whatever she wanted. I was licking and sucking and could just about see her rubbing her clit like mad. The tempo built up as she started shouting obscenities at me. I was getting short of air as she started pushing down onto my face then I got the surprise of my life. She started cumming all over my face. Not just shuddering but drenching me with a sticky mixture of my spunk and her own ejaculate. This was the sexiest thing that I had ever had done to me at this point. It was fucking fantastic.

She got off me and slumped down on the couch at the other end. I sat up and looked down at my cock. It looked as if it was about to burst again. She saw this and asked me to stand in front of her. I did as she asked and she gave me the most amazing blowjob I've ever had. Licking and sucking in turn while masturbating me with her slippery hands. Then cupping my balls with one hand and tugging them gently she pulled them down while pushing her other hand into the base of my cock. This was the trigger. My cock jerked once then sent another jet of sperm into her. She drank this down and held onto me with a rock hard grip until the spasm was completely over. She pulled me onto her and we kissed and writhed together for quite a while. Her wonderful dress looked a mess and was covered with streaks of cum and spunk. I lay back admiring the scene and she asked if I was ready for more. I wasn't sure. I would be in a while but I needed a little time to recuperate. She smiled and said no problem. She knew exactly what to do to get things going again quickly and with that she asked me to sit tight for a moment. She went out of the room and I heard her going upstairs. After about 10 minutes she came back down stairs wearing another very sexy outfit. Some very kinky but tasteful underwear with a sort of see through gown over the top. The sight of what she was wearing got my cock to forget its tiredness and get right back to work. She was sex mad. It was fantastic. Every time I imagined something sexy, she just knew what I was thinking and did it. For a man who loves women into lingerie and showing off their bodies, she was brilliant. This went on for a few months and we did everything. I won't go into that now; there are a lot of great stories that I will tell another time.

This story is about Angela and her desire to be a porn director. She didn't actually want to direct a porn movie, she wanted to direct porn. Well sex. She wanted to direct a couple having sex and probably join in. We had sat and talked about fantasies lots of times and most of them were sexy to talk about. But most other women I had done this kind of thing with found talking about it sexier than doing it and talking about it always lead to great sex anyway. So, no worries. Not with Angela. I found that if she wanted to do something and said so, she made fucking sure she did.

This is the story of one of her little adventures.

Angela took me to a party in a big house in Putney. She looked amazing; she was wearing a beautiful dark fitted suit with what looked like a fantastic bustier underneath. I felt horny just thinking about what she was wearing. There were a lot of great looking people about and it seemed Angela knew quite a lot of them. She introduced me to the hostess of the party, a woman called Maria who was about the same age as her and very attractive. Bigger built than Angela, but curvy and very well dressed. Maria took the two of us into a little study and gave us both a drink from a bottle of odd-looking liqueur. It tasted really strange but very warming. Angela told me it was from Africa, made from the leaves of a palm tree and had some very nice side effects. The two women smiled at each other, then we were lead out again into the party.

Several drinks and masses of introductions later Angela led me into a dimly lit room where a few people were just sitting around chatting or getting to know each other a bit better. Our hostess was there with a cute girl about my age with long dark hair and wearing a light white mid length dress with little straps and her bra straps showing. She had lovely legs and sexy high shoes. Her name was Cass. Maria did the introductions and Angela sat next to Cass leaving me the arm of the sofa. Maria stayed and chatted for a while then left the three of us there. I was so engrossed in the conversation I didn't notice the room had emptied leaving us on the couch. Also I was feeling quite light headed and a bit, well, weird. I'm not sure how to explain but it was a bit like watching yourself in a dream. Angela was telling Cass about some of the things she and I got up to sexually and for some reason I was not at all embarrassed about this. I found it a bit of a turn on. Cass was looking at me in a very sexy way and fiddling with her dress and bra straps.

Angela then started telling Cass about a fantasy she had told me about during one of our more steamy sessions. How she wanted to direct two people in a full on sex session with no questions asked and complete compliance from her subjects. Cass smiled and said she was hoping tonight was going to turn out this way. Maria had told her about Angela and the games she liked to play and she was itching to meet her and hopefully get introduced into her little group.

Angela looked at me and said, "Well, Jon is a naughty, easy going young man and a lot of fun. How about we all go and find out if this little fantasy of mine is as fun as I imagine."
The three of us left the room and Angela led us to a room upstairs in a quiet part of the house. The room was beautifully laid out with a large comfy couch and cushions scattered all over the floor. A bottle of champagne and some glasses and the bottle I had seen in the study earlier. Angela poured us all a shot of the liqueur and a glass of bubbly. She then sat on the couch and asked us both to stand in front of her.

She smiled and ran her hand up Cass's leg until it just disappeared under her dress and her other hand up my leg until she reached my bottom. She just circled her hands around our bottoms for a while and sighed with a very dirty expression on her face. She stopped what she was doing and asked us to kiss each other. I leant forward and was met by a very willing pair of lips. My arms went around her and hers went behind my head and pulled me into a long and searching kiss. Angela watched for a while and asked us to stand apart. I have to say I was a little disappointed but knowing the sort of thing she had in mind for us not too much so.

Angela asked Cass to turn around and lift the bottom of her dress up to expose her peachy little arse. She did as she was asked and with a little smile, bent slightly forward to accentuate the curve of her bum and show off its bareness. She was wearing a little thong that drew a fine line between her buttocks. Then Angela asked me to take off my shirt and kneel down behind Cass. Then she asked me to kiss and caress her bottom with my face and chest, something she really liked me to do to her. This was bliss. Cass smelt incredible as I caught a whiff of her growing excitement. Angela called this to a halt and asked Cass if she was OK. Cass smiled and asked if she could do the same. Angela liked this turn of events and asked me to assume the position Cass had. I was more than ready for this because as Angela knew I love having my arse stroked and played with. Cass slipped the top of her dress and bra down and took a position kneeling behind me. She got right into this and had the advantage of a completely nude bum to play with. She was very rude with her tongue and every time she pushed a firm breast into the gap in my arse I got a massive rush of pure lust. I looked at Angela and she was smiling and running her hands all over her own body.

Angela could see Cass's hands creeping toward my now very erect cock and asked her to turn me round. Cass squealed with delight and pulled me round and took hold of my cock. For a while she just looked at it and Angela then gave her permission to put it into her mouth. She took great pleasure in slowly licking and sucking me until I felt I would not be able to hold on. Angela sensed this and asked Cass to stop. Cass stood up and looked at Angela eagerly awaiting her next instruction. There was a large cushion on the floor by the couch and Angela asked Cass to lie on it on her back and to part her legs as far as she could. She then told me to go down between her legs and taste Cass. I did as I was asked and slowly pulled Cass's little white thong from her. They were soaking and Angela took them from me. Then I started to work on Cass with my tongue. She loved this attention and was soon writhing around on the cushion pulling my head between he legs. She tasted fantastic and pretty soon came in a shuddering orgasm.

Angela laughed and shouted that this was fantastic, and then told us both to join her at the couch.
As we went over Cass let her dress drop to the floor. Angela looked at us both nude and completely in her power. My cock was rigid and Cass looked at it with something approaching complete lust.
Then she sat back and unbuttoned her jacket. I was not disappointed. Her large, firm breasts were covered by a sensational sheer black bustier with lace patterns all over. She ran her hands all over her body and the two of us just stood there while she seemed to enjoy the moment of having two younger people just watching her get off.

Then after a while she stood between us and told us both to sit on the couch. She slid off her jacket and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Then she pulled the front of the top down exposing her fantastic tits and fondled them at us. I looked over at Cass for a moment and she seemed to be really enjoying this. Angela then kneeled between us both and lent forward so her breasts were touching our knees. This felt electrifying. Then she moved forward toward us both and brought her nipples toward our mouths. She braced herself behind our heads and pushed her mounds into our faces. That was all the encouragement we needed. Both of us started to kiss, lick and suck away on her wonderful tits. While this was going on Angela was telling us to kiss each other and then back to the boobs. She pushed them hard into us then pulled back and let them dangle a little away from us so we had to push up to her. It was fantastic, Angela was describing to each of us what the other was doing and demanding that kind of attention on both. This went on for some time Angela's talk got dirtier and dirtier.

She sat back on the ground between our knees and looked at us both. We both had wet faces and very naughty expressions. Angela stood up and went and sat very close to Cass, away from me. She asked her if she had enjoyed that. Cass said she had never sucked a woman's tits before but was really enjoying this. I knew what Angela had in mind if the fantasy she was trying to live out was what I thought it was. Angela sensed what I was thinking and said, “Jon, you think you know what’s coming don't you? Well my little fuck buddy, I'm afraid there have been several changes since we had that little chat. You won't be disappointed though, just a little shocked at how far I want to take you this time."
Cass just smiled and started playing with Angela's breasts again.

Angela told me to watch while she gently circled her hands around Cass's breasts. She had lovely firm boobs. Not as big as Angela's, but great with the nipple pointing slightly upward. She played with them for a while then stopped. Cass almost whined when she did this but Angela reassured her that there were a lot more fun things to come yet.

Angela sat back into the corner of the couch and told Cass to run her hands up her legs exposing her stocking tops and all the way until her knickers were exposed. Cass hesitated for a moment until Angela reminded her that she had agreed to do whatever she said.

Cass smiled and put her hands on Angela's knees and as soon as she did this her expression changed. She got quite a lusty look on her face and slid her hands all over Angela's legs gradually easing up her skirt. She really got into it and even kept leaning forward to kiss and nibble at her thighs.
Angela shuffled around enjoying the attention of this very cute, nude girl and helped her expose her lower half. Cass instinctively pushed the heel of her hand into Angela's pubic mound for a short while causing Angela to give out a loud moan.

Angela asked her to stop for a while. Cass sat back with a very sexy, almost dirty smile on her face and looked at me with another dirty expression.

Angela then knelt between Cass's legs and slowly pushed them apart. She leant forward again and let her breasts dangle all over her legs as she moved forward searching more and more of Cass's legs. Cass closed her eyes enjoying the feeling and slid forward so Angela could move her face very close to her pussy. Angela told me to get off the couch and play with her from behind while she initiated Cass to the art of woman on girl pussy licking. Cass involuntarily parted her legs as wide as she could and let Angela in with her lips. I went to Angela's bottom and started doing the things I knew she liked me to do. I ran my hands all over and down between her cheeks pushing my hand into her hard. She pushed back every time I touched her anywhere near her cunt or arse. Then I lent down and buried my face into the fabric of her knickers and pushed until I could smell the scent coming from her. When I did I slipped my hand under the gusset and pushed my fingers into her soaking slit. I looked up and I could see Cass was in ecstasy. Angela stopped licking her for a while and told Cass exactly what I was doing and how it felt. Cass looked at Angela and me and went back to what she was doing, getting off with a woman giving her a blowjob for the first time. The sight of me with my hand inside Angela and what she was doing to her pussy made her shudder with another massive orgasm.

Angela knelt up and smiled. I let my fingers slip from her and licked them, savouring the lovely musky taste.

Angela took control of the scene again and told Cass to stand up. She sat next to me and told Cass to stand in front of me facing away. Then she told me to give Cass's bottom the same attention I had given hers. I smiled and leant forward. I ran my hands up the back of her legs again until they lay on her lovely pert bottom. Cass who was now really into this, then pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart while I caressed each cheek separately, then before burying my face into her I paused and took in the wonderful aroma of sex. I could smell how wet she was. Angela told her to lean forward with her legs apart. She did this and I was confronted with a fantastic sight. I put my hands either side of her hips and pulled her into my face. Angela was playing with my very stiff cock and telling Cass what all this looked like from her point of view. I licked and kissed Cass all over her bottom and started paying a lot of attention to her cunt and arse hole. Cass was moaning and started asking me to push my face into her harder, then to push my tongue into her arse. This was incredible. It was all so sexy.
Angela told me to stop and sit back. Then she looked at Cass and could tell that I she didn't let her fuck me soon she was going to burst. She told Cass to sit on me facing me. Cass almost leapt on and was so wet even though she was quite small inside, slid down on me very easily. Angela got into a position where she could watch the action close up and add a little to the action. Her hands ran up my cock when it was exposed from Cass's hole enough. She pushed her breasts into Cass's back while searching around her arse with her hand and pushed her face into the mess of bodies to taste the mixture and offered a running commentary of how this all looked.

Angela let her pump up and down on me for a while and eventually told Cass to get off. She did so a little unwillingly but saw quickly why. Angela wanted to suck my cock with the taste of her on it.

Angela sucked away for a while and when she had finished said she wanted Cass to have the same experience. Cass was very eager to try this and quickly got herself into a position to do so. Angela slipped out of her panties and slid herself onto my cock. She slid up and down for longer than she had allowed Cass and with most of her clothes still on made it difficult for Cass to get in on the action but all the while telling her how good it felt. Then finally she jumped off and told me to stand in front of Cass. Then she sat down next to her and watched very closely while Cass licked and sucked all her juice from my throbbing cock.

When she had finished Angela said she wanted to see me fuck Cass from behind. Cass giggled and said that was her favourite position. Angela told her there was a bit of a twist though. She told us both to stand up and she stripped down to just her bustier and stockings and lay down on the couch. She told Cass to straddle her face and then me to enter her from behind. I did as I was asked and slid my cock back inside Cass. Again this felt fantastic and knowing Angela's face was inches from this made it all the sexier. Angela then described what she saw and told Cass to get busy between her own legs. Cass was well up for this now and enthusiastically started licking and sucking Angela's pussy. She told Cass she wanted me to cum in her. Cass just started bucking her ass back against me harder and screamed for me to do it. Then buried her face harder into Angela's sopping pussy. Angela looked up at me and demanded I cum now. It didn't take much. I was feeling like I was about to explode anyway. With a massive thrust I shot my load into Cass who let out a scream of an orgasm. I felt Angela's hand grip my balls and hold me inside Cass while we calmed down. Then she told Cass and I what she wanted. She wanted me to gently pull out and go and kiss Cass while Cass let her bottom slide down onto her face so she could drink my spunk from her pussy.

I did as I was told and Cass pulled my face to hers while Angela greedily slurped away between her thighs. Eventually she pushed Cass off of her and joined us in the kiss. She pushed us down so we were lying on the couch and lent over us dribbling the remainder of my spunk onto our faces. The three of us then licked and kissed all the wetness from each other till it was all gone. For some reason I didn't feel at all spent. My cock had hardly gone down at all. Angela jumped up and got us both a glass of the weird drink we'd had before and then joined us on the couch. She told us a little more about the drink she had been giving us. It apparently came from Africa and was made from the sap of a certain palm tree. She had mixed a few of her own ingredients in with it suffice to say it was a heady mixture keeping us all in a very horny mood.
Cass asked Angela if she could make a little suggestion. Again Angela liked the way Cass was enjoying this and said anything she wanted. Cass said she had fantasised about fucking a woman. Angela asked exactly what she meant. Cass wanted to fuck her with a strap on. Angela squealed with delight. This was turning out better than she had ever hoped. She took Cass over to a little overnight bag and showed her one of her favourite toys. A beautifully crafted strap on which with a slight adjustment fitted onto Cass very well and looked seriously kinky. It was sort of a double dildo with a strap to hold it inside the wearer as well as holding it firmly in place so she can be as energetic as she likes.
Angela had a little bit of a secret conversation with Cass.

Cass walked over to me with her new toy in place with a very dirty smile on her face. Angela walked over to the couch with an even dirtier smile on hers. I had some idea why. Angela knelt down between my legs and started to work on my cock. Once again she proved how good at this she was and soon I was lost in what she was doing. Cass went to Angela's behind and after sliding her new cock between the cheeks of her arse pushed the dildo into her cunt. As she did this Angela took the whole of my cock deep into her mouth and clamped her lips tightly onto it. I looked at Cass and was greeted by a wonderfully dirty smile and the look of someone who had found a new and enjoyable skill. She started telling me between pants that it was wonderful to feel the plastic cock inside her and her hips banging up against a dirty woman's arse. Angela reached between her legs and pulled Cass's new cock out of her and demanded it was now pushed into her arse. But she wanted me to help her out. So I slid off of the couch and went down to Angela's bottom end. Cass was really enjoying her new role in this and was still slowly fucking away at Angela's cunt. She was also beginning to circle a slippery finger around her arse hole. I put my hand over hers and started to push a finger into Angela's arse. Then gradually added one of my own. I knew how much Angela loved this and was rubbing my cock up against Cass's Leg. Then Angela said she wanted to be fucked in the arse now. Cass needed no more encouragement. She brought her strap on up to Angela's slippery arse and eased it in. Angela bucked back against Cass and together the built up a ferocious rhythm. I saw a chance to do something new and dived under Angela's legs to watch this all close up. It looked fantastic and Angela took this opportunity to start sucking my cock again.

All of us were talking pure smut and broadcast the fact we were about to cum. It was amazing. Cass screamed and gave one almighty push into Angela's arse, Angela pushed down on my face and soaked me with her juice and I shot another load into her mouth.

We all slumped into a heap on the floor for a while and got our breath back. Angela was first back into action and went to where Cass was laying. She slipped the strap on off of her and licked and sucked it clean. No shame at all that woman. Cass was now in full wanton mode and shuffled over to me. She pushed one of my legs over the other and exposed my arse and balls. Then she went to work licking and sucking my balls and all over my arse. Angela was more than happy with this and joined her at my cock. The two of them looked and felt amazing as they worked at me together. Cass started probing my arse with her tongue and fingers. Angela saw this and smiled. Angela had plans for this but not yet.

Angela again went into control mode. She had put her strap-on on herself and pushed Cass onto all fours up against the couch. She pushed two fingers into her from behind and called me over to watch. Then she slipped the dildo into Cass's cunt and started thumping her arse. This all looked great but I was just an observer at this point. Angela told me to get myself under Cass, which I did. Angela slipped the plastic cock out of Cass and told Cass to mount me. Cass jumped at the chance for real cock again. Then once she had a slow rhythm going on me Angela started nudging her weapon up against the as yet unfucked arse. Cass felt the largeness pushing at her hole and gave a sort of whimper which quickly turned into a horny shout. She was begging to be fucked in both holes. Her language was foul as she goaded us both into fucking her as hard as we could. I could feel the dildo inside her as Angela built up a faster stroke. Then I could feel Cass tensing as all her inside muscles were desperate to release. Angela ordered us both to put everything into a massive orgasm and with the extremeness of the situation we all let out a huge shout as we came together.

Angela slipped out and Cass rolled off me with a massive grin on her face. Angela told me to soothe Cass's holes with some attention, which I readily did. Angela just sat and watched as Cass and I just curled into tight ball licking and sucking between each other's legs.
I was well and truly fucked.
Angela took us both by the hand and led us to a shower room. The three of us got into the shower and took turns soaping each other and playing with the water.

We all got back into our clothes which were scattered all over the room and Angela gave Cass a big kiss and said she was now well and truly one of her favourite fucks. Any time she wanted to come to hers and play she was more than welcome.

Cass asked if I was always there. Angela said that I was and Cass could play with me whenever she wanted. In fact why didn't she come home with us now and we could see what later or tomorrow would bring. I smiled at my friend and Cass slid over to me and gave me a massive snog.

The next day was very interesting. Even though I was still pretty fucked, I got well and truly fucked.

-Joncam

Candy Bar Lover

I wanted chocolate so badly today that I was positive my co-workers could see the desire radiating off me in aura like waves, and far behind my head, trailed cartoon thought bubbles filled with images of malt balls, chocolate stars and gold foil wrapped bars from Switzerland.

It was so cruel that something I clearly loved was denied to me, but because of hormone fluctuation, I couldn’t enjoy the two greatest loves of my life, chocolate and orgasms. Whoever said chocolate was a substitute for sex wasn’t kidding. Both of them gave me a migraine. I had to avoid them like the plague if I wanted a headache free day, but tell that to the rest of my body.

Today, my desire for chocolate was humming inside me so loudly I could barely think. It had started this morning when I saw a Kit Kat on a television commercial, and it had snowballed from there. I had to get it off my brain if I was going to get any work done.

As I booted up my computer, I looked outside my window at the trees lining the parking lot in an effort to distract myself. It was a nice autumn day. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds. The air looked crisp, and the leaves were just starting to change color. It was just the type of day to go for a long walk followed by a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Damn. That didn’t work. I frowned. Now I was thinking about those little marshmallows melting on top of the hot chocolate.

O.K, I was going to think about kittens. They had to be the most innocent thing on the planet. How could I attach chocolate to them? I knew they didn’t eat it, and I’ve never seen an actual kitten made from chocolate, you know like bunnies at Easter time, but I had seen cutest little chocolate molds at the antique fair. There were bears, camels and elephants. I could just imagine how cute and yummy they would be coming out the molds. Oh my gosh! I was doing it again.

From the bottom of my drawer, I popped a butterscotch into my mouth, wondering why I didn’t dream about chocolate at night like I did about sex. It would be good to have a piece of chocolate cheesecake in my dreams, but all my nocturnal activities were getting it on with strangers.

Last night I had the most erotic dream about a big, burly man. He was maybe over 6 feet tall and around 230 lbs. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember if I’d seen him in the building or at the supermarket. Anyway, we were at the movies and I was eating gummy bears of all things, which I usually can’t stand because of the way they squished between my teeth.

He kept trying to turn my head to kiss me, but I was really trying to watch the movie. He started kissing my ear lobe and neck, giving me gooseflesh. His hand slid along my waist. I looked at him. He unbuttoned my blouse and looked inside. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed my nipple. It hurt, but a good kind of hurt.

Suddenly over come with desire, I climbed astride his lap. I was facing everyone in the theatre, but they were all still watching the movie, so I started sharing mad, long lingering kisses with him as I fucked him on top, my skirt riding up past my hips, the narrow theatre chair digging into my knees, and his buttery popcorn hands on my ass.

My computer screen made that chiming noise bringing me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I wasn’t at the movies. I was at work, but something was going on between my legs. I was throbbing down there as if someone was going to make love to me right now. Scooting around in my chair, I tried to ignore it, but the message from my little love genie was loud and clear. What I needed was a cool compress on my neither regions to settle things down.

I went to the bathroom and started folding some paper towels to wet them under the cold water when Dolores came into the bathroom. She was the receptionist, and she was the most unpopular girl at work. Not only had she been written up for lack of hygiene several times, but also she was a known double dipper.

After giving my paper towels an inquisitive stare, she took the farther of the two stalls. Suddenly, big fart noises exploded in the air, followed by a stench that should only be released in the privacy of your home. I grimaced. There was no way I could take care of my personal business, not now.

Coming out of the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trembling. This was so unfair. Dolores was a not so nice person, and she was able to eat chocolate every day. How did I know? I saw her. I just couldn’t take the injustice any longer. I was going to do it. I was going to buy a candy bar and eat it right now.

With purpose, I strode to the vending machine in the lunchroom. I wanted it all, chocolate, caramel and nuts. It was so satisfying to hear the metal clink of the coins in the machine, watching the candy bar fall and waiting for the thud it made at the bottom. It felt even better in my hand, but by the time, I made it back to my desk, the elation faded.

I was still as horny as a kitty cat in heat. There was a war going on inside my body. I wanted two things, but I was afraid if I did both, my head might explode.

My gaze stopped on my car in the parking lot. I could have some privacy out there to make my decision. I knew it was early, but I was going to take my break now.

On my way out, Dolores eyed me like a hawk as I carried my candy bar with me.

“I thought you couldn’t have chocolate,” she said.

“It’s for my nephew,” I lied.

Inside my car, it was warmer and stuffier than I had imagined for a fall day. I put the candy bar on the dash as I put the seat back.

What did I want more? A candy bar or sex? My fingers seemed to making a decision of their own as they traveled down between my legs. I tried to masturbate on top of my pants, but the crotch was bunching up in all the wrong places. Getting a stadium blanket from the trunk, I got back inside my car and covered myself before I unzipped. Of course, I had worn granny panties.

Still, I didn’t have enough room to maneuver, so I inched down my pants. Great, now I was going to leave a big wet spot on my seat. I closed my eyes, trying to get back to the movie theatre, but being in the car was too distracting. I opened my eyes, imagining the man from my dream was standing outside the car watching me.

My eyes closed. I wanted him to reach inside and pull me out of the car. I wanted him to spin me around and push me on top of the hood, pull down my panties and put his big cock inside me. Suddenly, he was fucking me from behind, my breasts smashed on the hood, the quarter panel digging into my rib cage. It was hard to breathe. My body was jelly, pliable, giving into his every need. He slapped my ass, my skin stinging, crying out for more. Suddenly, without warning, he changed lanes. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I was coming. This wasn’t just a little twitchy orgasm. It was my entire body. I tried to grab onto something to hold onto, the blanket, the emergency brake, the dash. My fingers grazed the candy bar. With no time to unwrap it, I slid it inside me. Those nuts and ridges creating all sorts of sensations as I explored places that hadn’t been reached in a long time. My body twitched with my rising orgasm, the stadium blanket seeming to suffocate me, but I didn’t fling it off. I crammed a corner of it in my mouth to stifle my cries, and my feet jammed my brake pedal right down to the floor.

Walking back into the building, I felt a little delirious. There were was something else following me, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge right this minute. I had one more thing to do before I went home with a headache.

Dolores gave me one of her looks.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” she said.

I smiled at her.

“I just came back in to tell you I’m going home sick,” I said. “And here, you can have this candy bar. I won’t be seeing my nephew.”

-Tara Alton

Strap-On Surprise

Hi, my name is Barb and I'm a 46 year old married woman with what I think is a normal sex appetite. However, after 20 years of marriage things are getting somewhat routine. After work last Friday I was having drinks with my girlfriend Chris and the usual subject of sex came up. Chris is single and dates a lot of men. We inevitably end up talking about Chris' latest boyfriend and their sexual escapades.

We had a few drinks and Chris starting talking about a video her and her boyfriend had watched the night before. Chris has a habit of renting videos and then they randomly fast forward the video and agree to do whatever the couple in the movie is doing. Chris described in vivid detail what happened. According to her, both she and her boyfriend loved it. Knowing me extremely well and also knowing the things I preferred not to do, Chris convinced me to overcome my normal dislikes and at least try part 1 of her story with my husband tonight. And if part 1 goes well and I'm still feeling adventurous continue on to part 2.

I didn't know what to say. She had taken me totally by surprise. After a couple more drinks we said goodbye for the night and agreed to meet after work the following Friday. As I was driving home I was thinking that the only problem is that it was my time of the month. Usually during my period, my husband and I don't actually have intercourse. I either masturbate him until he cums on my breasts, or on rare occasion we'll have anal sex.

When I got home, my husband was sitting on the couch watching TV. We exchanged pleasantries and then I headed for the shower. In this shower I planned what would happen next. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. Fifteen minutes later, I toweled myself dry, splashed on some light perfume and put on my favorite lingerie. The lingerie was black and sheer and tied in the front, but came open very easily.

I quietly went down the steps to where my husband was watching TV. His back was to the door and he didn't notice me enter the room. I crept over by the couch and quickly turned off the light and hit the off button on the remote control. I quickly lit a candle and placed in on the end table. In the semi-darkness, my husband complained briefly before noticing my attire. "Honey, I have a surprise for you tonight." I whispered. He knew I had my period so the last thing he was expecting was for me to be amorous.

I pulled him onto his feet and kissed him deeply as his hands explored my body through the sheer material. After a few minutes, I could feel his erection through his pants. Rubbing it, I could hear his soft moans as he kissed my neck and breasts. I removed his shirt and unzipped his pants as he continued caressing my body. Minutes later I pushed his underwear to the floor.

I worked my way to the couch and slowly sat down with my husband in front of me. Quickly, I opened my mouth to taste his manhood. I seldom do oral sex and generally when he is ready to orgasm, I finish by having him cum on my breasts. As I sucked and lick his hands found my breasts and gently tweaked my nipples.

As my mouth worked on his penis, he began to literally fuck my mouth. As I relaxed, I was enjoying it more and more. Then I started thinking about my plan. If we kept this up much longer, he would be ready to cum. In the past, he would tell me when he was almost ready so I could finish him off with my hand. I kept sucking and his strokes were starting to get erratic. I knew he was close to orgasm.

As my husband was enjoying the attention, I had my hand in my panties rubbing my clit. He was close to orgasm and I wasn't far behind either. Suddenly he announced that he was going to cum. I grabbed his penis with my hand but kept sucking on the head. I felt two or three spurts of his hot liquid on my tongue before aiming his penis at my breasts for a few more spurts. He was moaning and his perspiration was glistening in the candlelight.

Without a word I slumped back on the couch and pulled him down with me. I pulled his head to my breasts and his mouth immediately found one of my cum covered nipples. His tongue flicked back and forth as I continued working on my clit. My pussy was soaked with passion as he kept nibbling and sucking on my nipples. Time for his surprise I thought. I nudged him off me and onto his back on the couch. As I straddled him, I lightly kissed his neck and cheek. He turned his head to kiss me and our lips met. After some light kisses, I felt his lips part for some french kissing. As his lips parted mine did too. As I slipped my tongue in his mouth, I opened my mouth slightly wider and let his cum dribble from my mouth to his. I heard a muffled protest from him but kept my tongue darting in and out as we both experienced our first cum kiss.

As we continued kissing I reached down and touched his penis. It was rock hard again so I knew the cum swapping experience turned him on. A few minutes later, we retired to the bedroom and I asked him if he was ready for the second part of his surprise. All he could do was to whimper a muffled yes.

Later Chris explained that the cum swapping experience is affectionately known as snowballing.

Part 2:

Without even turning on the lights, hubby hopped in the bed showing his obvious excitement. I lit another candle, excused myself and headed into the bathroom indicating I would be back in a couple of minutes.

After drinks with Chris earlier I made a side trip on the way home to the adult toy store. Based on Chris's recommendation I was looking for a toy about the size of my husband's penis. The salesperson was extremely helpful and I had the perfect item. I thought to myself that this could have many uses in the future.

When I returned from the bathroom, hubby was laying in the bed with his back to me. I carefully crawled in next to him and began massaging his back and butt. After a few minutes I rolled him onto his stomach and continued my soft massage. I reached over to the night stand and grabbed the baby oil stored there for such occasions. I maneuvered myself on top of him and dribbled baby oil from his shoulders down to the crack of his butt with an extra squeeze as I reached his butt. I continued my soft caresses occasionally dipping my hand between his legs and fondling his manhood.

After 15-20 minutes he was well relaxed and asked about his next surprise. I made some small talk for a couple of minutes and then reminded him that when I have my period, I usually masturbate him by hand or occasionally allow him to have me in the rear. He uttered a few words of agreement and then quizzically asked what that had to do with his surprise.

What he had not noticed, was what I was wearing when I returned from the bathroom. I continued making some small talk as I carefully spread his legs and continued massaging his butt cheeks. I applied more baby oil to the area and told him that his surprise tonight was for me to change roles for the night. He said he was confused about what I meant. At that point, I came out and said "Since you occasionally get to enjoy anal sex with me, I bought this strap-on toy and I want to play the male role and fuck your butt."

He reached around and felt the strap-on toy that I bought and immediately protested. I countered with the fact that I bought a toy the same size as his penis and if I can take it once in a while he should be able to as well. After a few more half-hearted protests, he agreed to try. Since he was already coated in baby oil in all the right spots, half my job was done. I placed a pillow under him to raise him slightly and I spread his legs a little wider. I was excited and for the first time, I felt in control. After he was carefully positioned I pressed the end of the toy against his anus.

He resisted at first and I pushed a little harder. The head of the toy started going in and I almost had an orgasm at the thought. I continued slowly pushing more of the strap-on toy in his butt. He was starting to relax and even let out a couple of soft moans as I began assuming the male role and pumping the toy in and out. After the toy was fully inserted and he was totally relaxed he actually started pushing back at me with each thrust. He was actually enjoying it and I felt like I added something new to our relationship. It was incredible.

A short while later, I slowed down my tempo and eventually stopped. I told him I wanted to watch as he brought himself to orgasm. He turned over on his back as I knelt beside him. I watched in the candlelight as he slowly stroked his hard penis. I was so turned on by the experience I had my hand down between my legs arousing myself even more. It didn't take him long before spurts of cream were shooting from his penis. The sight brought me over the edge as well and I started my orgasm and wave after wave of that special feeling took over my body.

As we both just laid there motionless in the afterglow, he whispered "Thanks that was incredible". We just drifted off to sleep.

Now that I proven to myself that I can do some adventurous things, I can't wait to meet with Chris on Friday to see what other interesting things she can recommend.

Rubber Love Duet

I have always had fantasies of making love to myself with a dildo under the watchful gaze of my husband, yet shyness usually kept me from turning this fantasy into a reality. My husband, Sean, is very sexually open-minded and loves to please women, so I don't know why I would feel so intimidated telling him about my fantasy. Blame it on Catholic guilt, I guess. One evening, however, I steamrolled over my silly sexual repression and got up the nerve to ask my husband to use a dildo on me. I can’t believe I wasted time keeping this fantasy to myself.

Sean has quite a collection of adult magazines, and sometimes when he’s not around I like to take a look. The pictures of the women pleasing themselves with big rubber cocks always got me so wet. Sometimes I would page through the photos as I fingered my own pussy, imagining what it would be like to have a big thick dildo going in and out of myself. I would cum hard. Yet part of me still felt like dildos and vibrators were only for gals who couldn't get the “real thing.”

Finally I gave in to my better judgment and bought two dildos through a mail order company. I picked out a fairly small one, about five inches long and an inch in diameter and a ten inch super-thick cock that looked very lifelike.

One Saturday afternoon, while Sean was out playing softball, I brought out a few of his sexy magazines and the two dildos. As I got myself aroused, I tried out the small one first. It felt very nice and got me over my sex toy guilt, but soon I was hungry for something bigger. So I eased the head of the enormous plastic prick into my wet pussy.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all, and the feeling of being spread really wide open was a total erotic rush. It took a while to be able to fuck myself with the dildo with one hand and rub my clit with the other, but when I finally got the rhythm down, I had one of the most earth-shattering orgasms ever! Luckily, I tucked away the toys and the magazines just as Sean walked in the front door.

I kept my fantasy to myself for quite some time, and actually enjoyed the fact that Sean didn’t know everything about my sexual proclivities. On the other hand, I also fantasized about him watching me get off with the huge dildo. Another favorite head trip was letting him use the dildo on me. I toyed with the idea of telling Sean about my new desire for latex love, but I wasn’t sure if he’d be into it. What if I suggested it to him and he rejected the idea? I'd be devastated and my private jam sessions would be forever tainted.

But in the end I decided to bare my soul (and other parts of my anatomy) one night when Sean and I were watching an X-rated video tape. I was dressed for the occasion—wearing only a pair of sheer pink panties and matching push-up bra. Sean's smooth, slightly muscular body was covered in nothing but his faded blue jeans. We were cuddling on the bed like two teenagers at a drive-in, watching the screen and anticipating the action. The glow of the TV was the only source of light.

We fast-forwarded through the first scene, a rather boring fuck-and-suck scene with two apathetic participants, but stopped on the solo masturbation scene. A gorgeous long-haired blonde with big breasts and nipples that popped out like ripe berries started to masturbate with a jumbo black dildo. Slowly, she sucked on the dildo as if it were a real cock, making it shiny and wet with her saliva. I noticed Sean unzip his jeans and take his cock out and begin to play with it. Then the blonde got on all fours and with her juicy cunt to the camera, began pushing the dildo inside herself. She started moaning as the “cock” slid deeper and deeper into her slit. As the scene got hotter so did Sean's state of sexual arousal. He was rubbing his cock in rhythm with the dildo, as it slipped in and out her slippery pussy.

Meanwhile I was getting incredibly fired up too, so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Does seeing a woman fuck herself like that make you crazy?” Of course the answer was yes.

“Would you ever put on a show like that for me?” He smiled, and put his hand down the front of my panties.

“I’d love to entertain you,” I giggled coyly. Then I put my plan into action. From underneath the bed, I pulled out the ten-incher. Sean’s eyes were suddenly as wide as saucers, as he watched me begin to lick and kiss the enormous love tool. Up on my knees, I clutched the rubber dick with one hand, circling the head of the dick with my tongue, then plunging it into my mouth, swallowing almost the entire shaft. With my other hand I reached down to touch my pulsing clit.

I watched Sean watching me, jacking off his cock very slowly, savoring every moment. He was awed and amazed, and told me how good I looked sucking cock.

"It's like watching you suck another guy’s cock," he said, under his increased heavy breathing.

Deftly, I slipped out of my panties and spread my legs so he could see how aroused I was. I lightly rubbed my pussy, moving the wetness around the soft folds of my lips. Then I turned over on all fours, and gave him a good view. Very slowly I began shoving the sizable cock into my cunt. I sucked in my breath and let it out in short gasps, as I filled myself up, inch by inch.

Looking back over my shoulder, I could see Sean’s rock-hard cock getting a good stroking and tiny beads of sweat beginning to cover his chest.

“Tell me how it feels, baby," Sean ordered.

“It feels so good fuck myself in front of you," I responded in between deep breaths. “I love ramming this dildo in and out of my hot cunt, while you stroke your big cock. It just feels so, so good.”

I flipped over onto my back, so I could be in a more comfortable position and also be able to look directly into Sean’s delighted eyes. I spread my legs as wide as I could and Sean kneeled in between them. Then I reached out for his hand and put it on the base of the dildo.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” I gasped. Obediently and eagerly he took control of the toy and worked it in and out of me.

“Like this?” he asked.

"Faster.”

He fucked me hard and fast with the dildo while I furiously rubbed my clitoris. I could see the voyeuristic enjoyment in his eyes and the physical arousal in his body. And knowing that this dick would stay hard until I came finally sent me over the edge.

I was shaking and writhing uncontrollably, nowhere near recovering from my explosive orgasm, when I felt Sean’s cock slither inside me. He held my arms down on the bed, while he pounded me in a total erotic frenzy. He drove his warm, beautiful tongue into my mouth and kissed me with unbridled passion. Then he ran his tongue down the length of my neck, driving me crazy with his forceful licks and feeding my still-hungry pussy with every taste of his savory cock. I could feel the pressure beginning to creep up my thighs, into my pussy and spread out to every corner of my body.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair as a pink flush spread over his chest, his skin straining over his tense muscles. I knew he was on the verge and so was I. With a cry, he came deep inside me and at the same instant I came all over his cock. We rode out our simultaneous orgasms for what seemed like hours, tumbling through the clouds of ecstasy.

Moments later, he collapsed on top of me and I gently ran my fingernails up and down the length of his back until our breathing finally slowed down.

Resting his head on my chest, he told me how I had just made one of his biggest fantasies come true. "No, no!" I contested. "You made one of my biggest fantasies a reality!" Then I proceeded to tell him the whole story of my secret afternoon dildo adventures. We both laughed at our own reluctance to tell each other about our desires. Now that We’ve let our fantasies out of the Genie bottle, there's no telling when our dreams will stop coming true!

—Lainie Q.

My Dildo!

I like to call myself bisexual because I’m attracted to members of both genders. However, though I’ve had one long-term relationship with a woman, a few casual affairs and some one-night stands, I’m primarily drawn to men. This is undoubtedly due to my fascination for and adoration of the primary male organ—cocks pull me like magnets into their electric orbs. I love sucking them, rolling my tongue around them, and I love having them inside me, throbbing until they explode, filling me with ecstasy. Recently I learned that engaging in sex with women, though, does not necessarily mean doing without cock. The wide array of sex toys available makes it possible not to "throw the baby out with the bath water," so to speak. I had played around with dildos—I've owned one for years—but it was just recently that I discovered the dildo's full potential.

A lot of people are baffled when they hear about lesbians using fake cocks, wondering why, if they want to get fucked, they don't go for the real thing. But loving women emotionally and sexually does not necessarily preclude the desire to be forcefully penetrated. Those who can’t grasp this concept tend to view lesbian sex as a world of soft flesh against some corny backdrop of fields and flowers. The truth is, many lesbians can get downright raunchy. Laurie was that kind of lesbian. She was ten years my junior, and thus a member of a more liberated generation. Dark hair, dark eyes, a compact petite body with gorgeous firm tits, Laurie went after what and who she wanted with a vengeance. I met her in a women’s bar, and, overcome by her open lust for me, took her home. That first night we were all over each other, sucking, touching, bumping and grinding. Laurie was so aggressive I almost felt like I was with a man. She would spread my legs and hump me wildly, sticking her fingers in my cunt and rooting them around so that I felt I was being fully fucked. At one point we paused to rest and she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"I’ve got a vibrator and a dildo," I told her.

"Let’s see the dick," she said.

I took out my dainty five-inch lavender plastic dildo and shyly presented it to her like a flower. She held it in her hand and regarded it disdainfully. "You call this a dildo? Christ, it looks like something you'd use to stir the soup!"

I was embarrassed. Clearly, I was lacking in some vital sexual knowledge, though I had no idea what that might be. "Tomorrow you come to my house," she said when she left.

The following night found me on Laurie’s doorstep, my heart pounding and my pussy wet and twitching in anticipation tinged with fear. I had visions of some monster-sized fake cock, or maybe some vibrating machinery. Maybe she was into whips and chains. I wasn’t sure I trusted her enough for that kind of scene. What would she do to me? Whatever it was going to be, I knew it would be exciting and my pussy was dripping. She greeted me at the door wearing a low-cut T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. When she grabbed me and held me close, tonguing my mouth, I felt a discernible bulge in her pants. Intrigued, I rubbed my crotch against it, getting myself hot, moaning and groaning and thrusting my tits against hers. After a while Laurie released me and led me to her many~mirrored, candlelit bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pushed me to my knees, my face in her crotch. Slowly she unzipped her jeans and out popped a seven-inch, totally life-like penis. It had an authentic looking head, a simulated vein, and little ridges all along the shaft.

"Suck my cock," she ordered.

I took the thing in my hands and tentatively licked the head. It tasted a little weird—it was in fact made of silicone—but the visual effect was so real that my taste buds yielded to the more powerful psychological nuances. I took it into my mouth as I would a real cock, bobbing my head up and down, letting the head touch the back of my throat. Laurie wrapped her hands in my hair and humped her pelvis. "Yeah, that’s it, girl. Take it all. Suck my dick."

I licked it all over, oblivious to the strange taste, stroked it lovingly, and gazed up to see her eyes smoldering. Soon she made me take off my clothes and rub her cock between my tits. All the while she watched us in the mirror; every so often I glanced over and saw myself in the classic position, on my knees with a mouthful of cockmeat.

After awhile Laurie removed her clothes, and I saw that the dildo was held by a leather harness wrapped around her hips. I’d never seen this before, and I laughed with delight. Displeased that I’d broken the mood, Laurie began to slap my face with her dick until I was whimpering, my pussy dripping wetter than ever. She laid me across the bed, spread my legs and mounted me. Grasping her dick in her hand, she eased the head into my sopping cunthole. I thrust my hips to get more, but she held back.

"You want it? Huh? You want my cock?"

"Yes,” I gasped. "Please, Please fuck me."

She plunged it in and then slowly slid all the way up to the hilt, shocking and thrilling me at once. I squeezed my pussy muscles around it. Closing my eyes, I swore it felt just like I was being fucked by a man. But when I opened them, there was Laurie, her big tits bobbing over my face as she thrust herself in and out of me. I grabbed hold of a tit and sucked, lifting my legs higher to allow deeper penetration. My cunt unfolded more and more until I was nearly fainting with pleasure.

I was on the verge of cumming when Laurie rolled over and placed me on top of her. I sat up on her cock and bounced up and down, reaching a frenzy of excitement. My tits bobbed, the nipples standing out like bullets, and my hair flowed down my back as I arched my body, straining to take in more and more of her. "Oh yeah," she said approvingly, "look at you go!"

She reached up and squeezed my nipples with her fingers, so hard that they hurt, and then the pain changed to pleasure. I leaned forward and she took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it.

Encouraged, I fucked that cock like I’d fucked scores of cocks before. Laurie put her hand on my clit and pressed it steadily, until my whole body began to tremble and shake. My cunt palpitated and I had the biggest, noisiest, most drawn out orgasm of my life. My cunt sucked on that dick for dear life. I was so lost in ecstasy, I didn’t realize that Laurie came at the same moment, her clit stimulated by my weight pressing down upon her. She rolled me over and fucked me good and hard, just the way I like it after I cum, pounding herself into me until I was weak as a goldfish. Afterward we laid side by side, the dildo still inside me, and still, of course, hard as a rock. I was totally awed. Not only could a dildo provide the same pleasure as a cock, there was no problem about maintaining an erection. I saw a whole new world opening up, and felt a rush of exhilaration. This was truly women’s liberation; who needed men?

Well, now, guys, don’t panic. As I came to realize, there are still some things a dildo can’t provide, such as the taste and feel of real flesh, a spurt of hot cum, and a pair of balls (which I love to fondle and suck).

And there are all those other delightful male characteristics, like hairy chests, powerful muscles and the ineffable male energy that drives me wild. My lust for real cock hasn’t diminished a bit; rather, my lust for women has increased now that the possibilities have expanded.

Laurie and I continued seeing each other for several months. At one point we took a trip up to Canada. We were afraid that if our dildo was discovered at customs, it might be confiscated, as pornography regularly is on the border. So we came up with an ingenious solution: we put a doll's head over the top, and dressed the dildo in a doll's frilly dress. Naturally, thereafter we always referred to our cock as “Dolly."

After Laurie and I broke up I went out and got myself a quality dildo and harness, and the next time I took a woman to bed, I "wore the pants." I loved the sensation of fucking a woman senseless, tapping into my own strength and power to please her. I also discovered that some men like being fucked up the ass, and I’ve been able to accommodate them nicely. As I said, the joys of dildos have been liberating to my sexuality, with both men and women. And I’ll continue to roll around in bed with whoever turns me on.

-M. R.

Emily and the Massage Chair

Emily had been shopping all day. By lunch she'd seen so many furniture stores it felt as though she were becoming part of the furniture herself.

"Can't we just get that leather one from Harvey's?" she asked her husband, Nick. "I really liked it."

Nick dismissed her. "The color is wrong. And it's way too expensive. Now, what do you think of this one?" As usual, he brushed her comments off and went to test-sit on a garish zebra-patterned monstrosity over by the porch swings.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. She no longer cared about buying a new couch. All she wanted to do with take her shoes off and relax, maybe open a bottle of wine and get close to Nick like she hadn't done in... was it that long?

It seemed an eternity since they'd actually sat and talked, longer since they'd made love in the tender fashion that left her breathless and close to tears with joy. Now he was always busy, always keen to acquire new things with his new-found wealth from his up-and-coming job. It wasn't how things were meant to be, but she'd kept thinking, It won't last long, he's just getting settled, things will be better soon.

Watching him puff up cushions and bounce exuberantly on springs, she felt restless and frustrated. What's more, the coffee from an hour ago had done it's work, and the urge to pee was growing stronger by the minute. They never have public toilets in these places, she thought to herself, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can we go soon?" she asked Nick, but he was grilling a sales assistant over possible discounts on the zebra. Finally unable to bear the pressure on her bladder, Emily sidled up to a female assistant and asked to use the staff toilet.

"Sure," the woman smiled. "Just head down that corridor, turn left, and go through the door marked STAFF." Emily didn't bother to tell Nick where she was going; he wouldn't listen anyway.

Hurrying down the corridor, she went through the STAFF door and emerged into another white hallway with several exits leading off it. Desperate, she accidentally opened a door marked PRIVATE STOREROOM, glimpsing numerous pieces of brightly colored furniture before she ducked back out, and into the toilet.

Relieved at last, she studied her face in the washroom mirror. She was attractive, she knew that. A number of men had propositioned her before Nick came along, and all because of her looks. She wondered what her life would be like if she'd accepted any of them...

Back in the hallway, she was overcome by a whimsical desire to look at the furniture in the private storeroom. Imagine if she found the ideal couch, all by herself! Indeed, out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a strange looking red velvet armchair that she wouldn't mind sitting in, if only to rest her feet for a moment.

Checking to make sure the hall was deserted, Emily quietly slipped into the dim storeroom and studied the luminously upholstered chairs and sofas. The designs were experimental, without doubt. Some didn't seem to fit the role of couch at all. Again, the scarlet armchair in the corner caught her eye. It was covered in lush velvet, and the shape of it seemed more like a frozen wave, or a pair of lips, than a piece of furniture. The curved headrest seemed designed to comfort and reassure, while the seat cushion looked ready to accept any weight with pleasure.

She padded over, slipped off her shoes, and guiltily sat down. Immediately the chair embraced her; it was soft and encompassing, like she'd just sat down in a blob of red jelly. The luxurious fabric caressed her skin. She sank back, sighing, and the chair welcomed her further into its folds. Closing her eyes, she let a feeling of blissful relaxation wash over her.

Moments later, she realized the chair was moving. The backrest had begun to squirm rhythmically, gently massaging her lumbar area, while another cushion attended to the sore muscles around her neck. With a barely audible clicking sound, the footrest automatically sprung up, lifting her bare feet off the ground. It too began to move, vibrating against her tired calves.

Emily couldn't keep the grin off her face. Now this was a comfortable chair! It had only been a few minutes, yet she felt completely enveloped in pleasure, the red velvet cushions surrounding her and pleasantly touching her flesh.

A bizarre idea struck her. Wouldn't it be fabulous to sit in this chair naked? She brushed the thought away; it was ridiculous to even think it. Nonetheless, as the massage relaxed her further, and as the velvet inflamed her nerves, she began to seriously toy with the idea. It would be nice... sexy, even. The whole back area had seemed deserted, and no-one knew she was in here. Even if she only did it for a minute, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

She grinned. What the hell. Just for a minute.

Almost giggling to herself with guilty pleasure, Emily slipped her skirt and blouse off, letting them fall to the floor nonchalantly. Her underwear followed, and she lay back into the squirming armchair with exquisite joy. Now the velvet was tickling her buttocks and fondling her back, and a new movement began underneath her thighs. Curious, she opened her legs and let the chair massage the inside of her thighs. Aroused by her own daring, she could feel wetness forming between her slightly parted pussy lips. She glanced around carefully; the room was still deserted. With small movements, she eased her hand down to her clit and gently began to tease herself, dipping her finger into her vagina and carefully smoothing the wetness around her cunt.

Suddenly, the chair ceased movement, and she was startled into a moment of panic. She half leaped out of the chair, reaching for her clothes and looking desperately around for possible salespeople. To her relief, she remained alone, and sank back into the chair, sighing. Her hand found a previously unseen control panel on the armrest, and she absently pressed a button, wondering what it did.

Abruptly the cushion beneath her began to move. She heard faint whizzings, and without warning large leather clamps emerged from the leg and arm rests, grabbing her limbs and pulling her firmly back into the soft grasp of the chair. She was held fast, her legs open, her arms unable to fight. Before she could think of how to respond, something emerged from the seat cushion and positioned itself between her legs. It seemed mechanical, but it moved with the fluidity of an octopus arm. The best description she could think of was a mechanical tongue.

It turned out to be a good description. Without pausing, the tongue-thing moved forward and gently began to lick her. With even strokes, it lapped at her clitoris with a surety of purpose, as though it had been waiting an eternity just to touch her. Occasionally it swirled its way around her entire cunt before returning to her clitoris, licking it with just the exact pressure and position as she had always liked.

Emily didn't scream. She was too busy moaning. Within instants she'd gone from shocked surprise to absolute pleasure. As if sensing her reaction, the chair began to massage her again, adding to her enjoyment of the strange situation. Her hand moved to the control panel again, and she pushed another button.

This time a second, fluidic extension emerged from the cushion and promptly nuzzled itself into her dripping vagina. Now she could barely keep herself from gasping. The second arm filled her, pressing upwards towards her g-spot and moving in and out, while the tongue continued its steady lapping, determined to exceed in giving her a stronger orgasm than she'd ever had before. She writhed and her heart beat loud in her ears. She felt the control panel at her fingers, and guessed what the third button would do. Eagerly, she pressed it.

A smaller, thinner extension propelled itself from the chair and inched its way into her ass, vibrating as it went. This time she yelped. It was ridiculous that her body could feel this good without exploding. The tongue lapped, the fluidic penis probed, and the ass thing... well, she had no idea what it was doing. But it all felt amazing.

She closed her eyes and tried not to come too soon. She didn't want to waste this experience. But the pressure was building. She opened them again, just to see if there was a slow switch on the control panel, and saw a male sales assistant standing before her, his half-shadowed handsome face watching her intently. Shocked, she wanted to get up, but the chair chose that moment to increase its rhythm. Slave to her own pleasure, she was wrenched into a massive orgasm, the waves of intense feeling making her cry out and leaving her almost dazed in the aftermath.

For a few moments she simply lay there, unable to do anything except pant quietly. The leather restraints released, and the massage and vibrations died. Then the horrible realization hit her: a man had just watched her, prostrate and naked, have sex with a chair. Oh my god. She didn't want to open her eyes again, but she couldn't just sit there and hope he'd go away. Lifting one eyelid, she saw he was still there, and now he was smiling. Through her embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how friendly his smile was.

She tried to sit up, but the cushions still held her. Gently, the man stepped forward and helped her up. His skin against hers was smooth and tanned.

"I'm Jason. I invented that chair."

She was lost for words, standing naked and flushed before him.

He regarded her happily. "I think you've proved it works. Couldn't have arranged a better test if I'd paid someone." His blue eyes sparkled with success.

She grasped for a reply. "Jason? As in Jason Recliner?"

He laughed. "No. Although perhaps I should change my name. And perhaps you should get dressed." He pointed at her crumpled heap of clothes, neglected on the floor.

She dressed awkwardly. He didn't turn away, but studied her cheerfully as she buttoned her blouse. At last she thought of something to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been in here. I was tired... I just thought I'd sit down for a while..."

"Do not concern yourself. It was a good decision, was it not? Of course, you'll have to buy the chair now."

"I'll have to...?"

"Well, it's not really a 'try-before-you-buy' kind of thing, is it?" Jason said.

"But-" She stopped herself, and turned to look at the armchair, quiet now and looking for all the world like a normal piece of furniture. She thought of how much pleasure it had just given her. Buying it didn't seem such a bad idea. "Of course. I'd like to buy it. But is it the only one? Do you have any others?"

"That's the prototype. But if it's that successful, I can make plenty more. I think you've shown how well it works. Just tell Bob the sales assistant to sell you the Loveseat. He'll know what to do."

Emily did her best to straighten her hair, tried to look presentable for her return to the showroom. She had no intention of telling Nick what had happened, nor of letting him know what their new Loveseat was capable of.

She turned to go, yet something held her. "Do you make any other kind of 'loveseat' Mr Recliner?" she asked with a half smile.

He returned her grin. "I've got a few plans still on the drawing board."

"I'll leave my name and number with Bob," Emily grinned. "Let me know when you need another test done."

-submitted by Anonymous

Amateur Night

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened intently as I laid out the plans of her act.

The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience. Marsha was the third contestant. As she walked onto the stage, she was clad in a floor-length red evening gown that zipped down the front from top to bottom. She had on long white gloves and three-inch high-heel shoes. As she danced around the stage, her long blond hair would flip from back to front and spill down over her shoulders and lovely breasts. She slowly peeled the gloves off and soon begun unzipping the gown, as she moved seductively around the stage. She had to bend all the way down to release the last catch of the zipper, and as it released, she snapped to a full, upright position, letting the gown drop to the floor around her feet. The crown roared approval as she began to glide around the stage, clad now in a red-and-black-lace garter belt, bra, panties. The pale whiteness of her upper thigh stood out in vivid contrast to the tops of her sheer black nylons. The other two contestants had not worn nylons of any kind, and this added feature seemed to turn hte audience on, as their shouts of approval increased.

As the second song began, Marsha knelt down on the stage and asked one of the fellows in the front row to reach behind her so he could unsnap her bra. He put his arms around her, and in a second the bra fell away, exposing Marsha's lovely white 36-inch globes. As the bra hit the floor, Marsha grabbed the man by the ears and pulled his face into her breasts. She let him suck, bite, and lick her luscious tits for quite a while as she began to rub her clit through her sheer lace panties. She then moved from one guy to the next until eight or ten guys in the front row had sampled her wares with their tongues and mouths.

For the third number, Marsha sat on the stage, facing the audience. She leaned back on her arms, lifted her ass, and stuck her legs out spread-eagled into the face of yet another front-row patron. He was literally drooling with expectation as she instructed him to remove her panties. When he had completed this welcome task, Marsha pulled his mouth into her cunt. He eagerly began to lick and suck her box while she leaned back on the stage with her eyes closed, asking the two guys on both sides of him to suck her tits. The crowd was wild as she moaned and squirmed to the triple eating she was now enjoying. Again, Marsha moved from one guy to the next around the front of the stage. I could hardly keep from coming as I watched from the second row.

What a turn-on to look over a complete stranger's shoulders as he wildly eats your wife! Marsha's ass was bouncing up and down to the music, and as I looked around the theatre, I could see newspapers bouncing up and down on at least a dozen laps, as these second- and third-row patrons could only watch for now and beat their meat under their homemade tepees. I must admit that I was one of them and was beginning to wish I had taken a front-row seat. I'll bet as least half of the audience came during that third song. They waited with hand on cock, ready for the next number to start.

As the lights came on for her last scheduled number, Marsha walked onto the stage, carrying a large quilt and a box of dildos and vibrators. She laid down the quilt and positioned herself spread-eagled on it. Still clad in just her garter and nylons, she began to explore her body with her fingers. She pinched and caressed her nipples with one hand as the other slowly traced up and down her inner thighs and along the lips of her beautiful pink slit. Slowly she inserted a finger into her glistening snatch, then two fingers, then three. She reached for a large 12-inch dildo and began licking up and down the side of it. She suck the rubber cock in her mouth with long, slow sucks that matched the rhythm of her finger fucking and the song. The crowd was really going wild as the 12-inch dick disappeared down her throat.

Marsha then played a switch, shoving the enormous tool into her dripping cunt while licking the sweet juices from her fingers. She began to roll around on the quilt while fucking herself into a frenzy. She moved seductively from one position to the next so the entire audience would have a chance to see her shoving that huge cock in and out of her cunt. She began moaning as she pinched her nipples and kept time to the music with her ass. She grabbed for a small mini vibrator and proceeded to lubricate it with her mouth. Then she rolled onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and with one gigantic shove pushed the small vibrator deep into her ass. What a sight she was as she shoved the two tools in and out of her ass and cunt at the same time! As the song came to an end, Marsha had an orgasm like I never seen before, which left her lying exhausted on the floor as the lights went out. From the moaning I heard around me in the audience, I suspect a few of them came also. The crowd started yelling, "More - more, we want Marsha! Bring back Marsha."

Then the MC came on stage and yelled, "Start the music and lock the doors." When the doors had been locked, the music began and Marsha danced into the audience. She started sitting on everybody's lap and stroking the dicks of the guys next to her. You could hear them come as she ground her cunt against their cocks. Soon four of the other five contestants (three of which never did get to dance) came out into the audience and started taking patrons up on the stage as they changed amateur night into audience-participation night. All five girls took on at least five guys each during the next hour. There were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. I saw one guy come at least three times, and I equalled the same number with three of the other four girls.

The best of the three was a girl named Lynn. Lynn was about five feet two with a slim, neat figure. Her tits were about 34 to 35 and very well shaped. She had long blond hair like Marsha's, but her face was more pronounced due to her high narrow cheekbones. She was ever so slightly cross-eyed, but it added to her school-girlish charm. Anyway, Lynn had been the first contestant of the evening and was now back for as many encores as she could get.

I had just finished with a brown-haired fox named Patty when I looked over on my right and saw Lynn on all fours. She was sucking on one cock while another was hammering at a staggering pace in her cunt. I rested while I watched her lovely tits hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of the fuck. She was nearing her peak when the guy suddenly pulled out of her cunt and squirted his load all over her ass. She started moaning, "Don't stop - don't stop. Oh, please, somebody, fuck me, fuck me!" By this time I had a hard-on again. I moved in behind her, sticking my fingers into her snatch. I fingered her in rhythmic strokes as I spread the come on her ass around her puckered little hole. With no warning, I shoved another finger into her ass as the first finger slipped back into her cunt. She cried, "No, not in the ass, please." But her ass told another story as she shoved it back onto my fingers. With the middle finger in her cunt and my index finger in her ass, I began to move at a faster pace. She matched the rhythm by increasing the pace at which she was sucking the guy in front. I spread some of the extra come from her ass on my dick and moved in close behind her. Again without warning, I pulled my hand away and shoved my seven-inch tool into her ass. She screamed as it forced its way in, but she continued to shove backwards onto it. Her scream died into load moaning as she neared orgasm. She came at the same time as the guy in front, and I was not far behind.

The show had started at 11:00 p.m., and it was 3:00 a.m. when the last of the patrons had left. We ask Lynn and her husband, Mike, if they wanted to come over to the house for a drink or two. They readily accepted. By 1:00 p.m. the next afternoon we had totally drained ourselves. I have never seen Marsha so turned on before. She and Lynn gave us some very vivid and fond memories as they kept us hard by performing lesbian style whenever Mike or I said we were tired.

This was the best fantasy night Marsha has ever given me, and now she and Lynn are regular lovers - only when I allow it, that is. Lynn has now become Mike's slave too, and he and I are now forming plans for their next exhibitionist act. Mike and I can hardly wait!

-submitted by Anonymous

Testing the Sex Toy

My boyfriend Max owns a large sex toy manufacturing company and I stopped by one afternoon with lunch to surprise him.  When I got to his office, his secretary wasn’t at her desk. His door was wide open and he looked up at the sound of my high-heels on the tile floor.

            “Hey, gorgeous,” he smiled as I walked into his office.  I shut the door and locked it behind me.  I always do.  It’s safer that way with Max.

            “I brought you lunch,” I said and held up the burger bag, the grease from the fries darkened the bottom of the bag.

            “Aw, that’s sweet of you Bree but I already ate,” Max said. 

            “More for me,” I laughed and kissed his cheek.  I ate and watched Max click through his emails.

            “You look busy, I’ll see you at home,” I said as I stood and yoga stretched with my arms over my head.  The provocative stretch distracted Max from his emails and his dark eyes shamelessly and possessively stayed on my tits under my white t-shirt.

            “I am super busy,” he agreed.  With his eyes still on my tits, he gave a little half-smile.  “Why don’t you come over here Bree and lift your shirt up for me,” he said.

            Max had a way of making requests sound not so optional when he wanted sex and it always amused me.  I cupped my tits and rubbed my thumbs over the nipples. 

            “You’re busy,” I murmured and then lifted my arms over my head in the same yoga stretch. 

            “I hate yoga,” Max complained and his hungry eyes raked down my body.  “Lift up your shirt,” he said with a gruff nod of his head to show me how to lift a shirt.  Max didn’t like to wait for pleasure to start because he was spoiled rotten by me but sometimes when he was aroused I toyed with him just to amp him up even more.  Then his surly mood at not getting my tits right when he wanted them suddenly shifted.  He whipped open a desk drawer. 

            “I have to decide if I want put this product into production,” Max said and held up a delicate chain with nipple clamps attached to a clitoral clamp, and there was a small battery pack to make the whole enchilada vibrate.  Max motioned me to come around to his side of the desk.  “Let’s try this out.  It will save me a bunch of time and a boring meeting.” 

            “Oh, hell no,” I told him and frowned at the nipple clamps in his hand.  “Last time we tested a toy -.”

            “Now babe, I forgot that model hadn’t been safety tested.  These have.”  He happily held up the clamps.  I shook my head in resignation and smiled as I came around to his side of the desk.  Max lifted my shirt and stood between my legs.  I wrapped one leg around his back and pulled him towards my pussy just to mess with him.

            “Later,” he said distracted by his mission to test out the toy and distracted by my tits.  Max slipped his hands under the fullness of my tits and lifted them to his mouth to take a greedy suck on each nipple before he gently clamped each nipple between the silver prongs.  He pushed up my skirt and slipped off my panties.

            “Mmm, you’re already wet,” Max said as he worked my clit in a circle with the flat of his fingers.  Gently, he clamped my clit between the silver prongs and his dark eyes looked sleepy and appreciative of what he saw.  He drew his breath back over his lips.

            “That looks hot,” Max murmured and then kissed me with a tongue-sweeping kiss.  As he kissed me, he flipped the switch on the battery pack to low and the nipple clamps and clit clamp vibrated.  I writhed against him.  He unbuttoned his shirt and I put my hand on his smooth, toned chest as he stood between my legs and watched the nipple clamps on my tits. 

            “I’m going to give you more, baby,” Max said and pushed the switch on the battery pack up a notch.  I gasped and dug my fingers into his biceps.  My muscles tightened with the pleasure and I purred like a cat in heat against Max’s body.  I wanted his cock inside my pussy and I wrapped my other leg around the small of his back. 

            “You look fucking hot. And it feels good?” he asked as he unzipped his pants and took out his thick big cock.  Max leaned his torso back and thrust his cock forward as he stroked his cock.  He slapped his cock on the inside of my thigh. 

            “More?” Max asked and pushed the switch to the top notch and the nipple and clit clamps amped my pleasure to rocket level.  I panted his name with pleasure and dug my fingers into his biceps as he slapped his cock inside my thigh, then worked it with firm, hard strokes, and slapped it again then stroked it again alternating his pleasure.  Max’s dark eyes possessively watched my clit get vibrated between the silver prongs then he picked me up and bent me over his desk. 

            “I need it deep,” Max panted.  “Hard and fast, baby,” he warned me as he buried his big cock to the hilt in my pussy.  Max rode my pussy hard as I slammed my ass back against his cock with each thrust.  The vibrating clit and nipple clamps amped me for a quick cum and Max’s slamming cock got me off like a wildcat. 

            “That’s it, come for me, come for me,” Max encouraged as I hit the three orgasm mark and then fell into the those rapid burst of pleasure that roll along like the tide.  Max’s cum shot in pulsing, long squirts and I knew he’d had a good ride.  We collapsed onto his desk, breathing hard.  His cum trickled down my pussy lubricating the clit clamp even more.  The sensation made me want to fuck again and he was still hard. 

            “I need to fuck again,” I said.  “Sit in your chair so I can ride your cock, babe.”

            Max kissed my neck.  “So the product is going into production?” he asked.

            “Oh, absolutely,” I laughed.  “Now do your duty and fuck me hard again.”