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Nice and Young My boyfriend has been cheating on me with my friend. How do I know this? A girl just knows. One would think that I’m furious, sad, or at least upset. But in reality, I’m extremely intrigued. So I talked to my boyfriend about it and he freaked out and telling me how sorry he was, how he had a moment of weakness, and how he’ll never do anything like this again. He said he was willing to do anything to keep me which is interesting because I told him what I want is for him to fuck her again while I watch secretly. At first he was shocked and didn’t know exactly what to say. But then he said that he loved me and was willing to literally do anything for me which I find just to be awesome. So the next day I’m at his place like planned but he’s out with Janet, my friend. He sends me a text to let me know that they are just arriving at his place, so I get into his closet which is just perfect because just like blinds, I can see into the room perfectly, but from in the room, I cannot be seen. I hear the two of them coming up the stairs and I get real quiet because I’m about to see something I’ve always wanted to see, my boyfriend and some chick to fuck. I’m so excited I can hardly keep still but I’ve just got to because Janet has no idea and I certainly do not want to be the one to ruin this. She sits down on the bed and looks at Chris as he takes off his sweater. “Do you think she knows?” For a brief second, his eyes glance my way, right at me and then back to her before he says “I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t know. And don’t worry, she has no idea and she’ll never know.” He sits down next to her, unzips his pants and says “well….” She slips her hand into his pants and she starts rubbing his cock. He says “no, I want my cock in your mouth.” So she pulls his cock out which is rock hard. And she starts to put in her mouth and starts to suck on in. Then he says “no, I want you on your knees.” So gets on her knees and starts to suck his cock. Taking as much of his cock as she can. He puts his hand on top of her head and pushes it down giving her rhythm, and he looks right at me. Right now I’m getting really wet. He’s looking right at me and though Janet is pretty occupied, but the chance of getting caught is just so high, I can’t take it anymore. So I have one hand covering my mouth so that my now heavy breathing, the other hand makes way to my pants. I quickly and quietly unzip my pants and slip my hand into pants and start to finger it. Now they are both naked, on the bed, and Chris is now on top of her slipping his hard big cock into her tight pussy. I’m mostly focusing on his ass flexing as his cock slips in and out of her pussy. And I love the sound of the two of them, her moaning as she gets his cock deep into her pussy and his moans from his cock getting a tight squeeze from her pussy. As Janet is getting Chris’s cock I get even more excited so my one action play has turned into two. As my left hand is playing with my clit, with my right hand I use two fingers to go into my pussy. God I can hardly stand it, this is so fucking hot. I know Chris well enough to know that when his moans are getting louder. Knowing that I myself am getting closer to my climatic point as well. He then turns her over, actually facing the closet, facing me and starts to fuck her in the ass. He’s looking right at me as he shoves his cock deep and hard into her ass. Whether or not she’s use to taking it in the ass, she seems to be liking it. He’s fucking her so hard that now he’s grabbing her by the hips moving her back and forth while fucking her. I am enjoying her face loving his cock in her ass, and the his gaze right at me, and especially the fact that she’s facing me, the fact that I am in this closet watching her get fucked and could very well get caught any moment is making this so fucking hot. I’m fingering myself harder and faster I know I’m about the cum. He does the face I know so well and then he moans out load and so does she, as they’ve both cum. They’re cumming together has gotten me so hot that I cum and in trying not to moan out loud a small whimper escapes my lips. She asks “did you hear that?” And he says, “yeah, that was me moaning because of the sweet ass I just got.” He then looks up right at the closet, right at where I am and he winks.
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              and I had been sneaking onto the roof of our apartment for months--I mean, considering we live in Los Angeles, there’s sun year-round.  Since it was completely private, we would take the opportunity to lie out in as little clothing as possible to get that ideal, “all-over” tan.  And that’s just how that fateful Tuesday afternoon began.  Sally and I went up to the roof, which was no easy feat as it was securely blocked off and all doors leading to it were dead-bolted.  But Sally had missed her calling as a cat burglar and managed to break us in as always. 

Once we got up there, we each stripped down to our birthday suits and laid out on the towels we had brought with us.  We also had two water bottles, an ample supply of tanning oil and a whole plate of strawberries, in case we got peckish. 

About twenty minutes into our sun session, we heard a noise from the other side of the roof, which we were unable to see due to a large concrete structure that jutted up high above us.  The noise was faint and we couldn’t quite make it out.

“Do you think someone else is up here?” I asked Sally, but she assured me that was highly unlikely.  So, we returned to our chatting and laughing.  Another ten minutes went by, then, as Sally was in the middle of telling me about her horrendous date from the night before, we heard someone clear their throat.  We both looked up, mortified, to see a tall, tanned figure standing a few feet away from us.

“So I see I’m not the only one who sneaks up here,” a deep voice said.  I shaded my eyes, trying to get a look at him, but shadows were cast upon him. 

Sally and I both quickly tried to cover ourselves with our towels.  “Don’t worry,” the voice reassured us.  “I’ve already seen everything you girls have.  Trust me, there’s no need to cover up.”  He then took a few steps towards us, revealing a gorgeous vision.  He had shaggy, light-brown hair, muscular arms and chest, washboard abs and incredible legs.  He wore nothing but a pair of boxers and a smile. 

“Well, hello!” Sally said, giggling.  I looked up at him, drinking in the sight. 

“I’m Becks,” I said.  “And this is Sally.” 

“Nice to meet you girls.  I’m Jason.”

No more than ten minutes later, Jason was seated with us, telling us about himself and asking Sally and me questions as well.  As he spoke to each of us, he would place a hand somewhere on us.  At first, it was a brush of the arm or a touch on the foot or calf.  But gradually, his hands began exploring more and more of each of us.  Jason had also brought a cooler filled with tiny bottles of wine, which we were all now sipping on. 

As sally was talking, informing Jason about her job, love life and her new puppy, Jason laid a hand on my thigh and began caressing my smooth skin.  I sipped my wine, looking first at Sally, but then at him, as his hand slid further up my thigh.  I’d never felt so comfortable naked in front of a stranger.  But there was something uninhibited about all three of us sitting there in almost nothing.  As his hand moved up my thigh, it also moved inward, softly tickling the soft skin.  In the middle of her story, Sally looked down and noticed this action.  Without missing a beat, she placed her hand on Jason’s leg, quickly moving it straight towards his boxers.  With the wine going to my head, I decided Sally shouldn’t be left out.  So, as Jason made his way around my leg and Sally stroked Jason’s bulge through his shorts, I decided to take it one step further.  I leaned over, putting my face very close to Sally’s, and pressed my lips against hers.  Our kiss was deep and passionate and our breasts brushed against one another as our tongued danced against each other.  As our kiss continued, Jason slid his hand from my leg directly to my clit.  His fingers teased and tickled me, but his eyes never left Sally and me.  I placed my hands on Sally’s breasts and began squeezing her hard nipples.  From the corner of my eye, I noticed her hand slide beneath the hem of Jason’s boxers.  I could see it under the soft fabric, stroking up and down the length of his cock.  Jason then grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto his lap.  He then positioned Sally between his legs.  Lying back on his towel, he pulled me onto his face, placing his mouth directly onto my hot, wet pussy.  From behind me, I felt Sally take her place, sucking his cock.  I could feel her movements as she bobbed up and down on his large, erect dick.  Simultaneously, Jason sucked and nibbled my clit, using his hands to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.  I arched my back and moaned.  I heard Sally moan, a muffled sound, as she worked his cock in her mouth.  Then a deep grumble came from within Jason, as he slid his tongue into my moist slit.  I pushed my pussy into him, riding his face, making his tongue go as deep as it could.  After a few more minutes of this, I climbed off of Jason.  I spun around on his chest.  “Your turn,” I said to Sally. 

She crawled up his body, kissing his stomach and chest as she made her way towards his face.  Straddling his head, she began thrusting against his pouty lips.  Jason’s cock was large and extremely hard, so rather than sucking it, I straddled his hips and sat down onto his dick.  With him deep inside me, I leaned forward and began to rock back-and-forth on his dick.  Sally’s back was arched as Jason ate her pussy, so I wrapped my arms around her and began fondling her perky double D tits. I rode his cock hard as Jason made Sally moan with pleasure. 

“I want to feel you inside me,” I heard Sally say. 

“I have an idea,” Jason replied.  With his strong hands on my hips, Jason laid me out on the towel.  He placed Sally on her hands and knees between my legs.

“Eat her pussy,” he instructed.  “And pop that fine ass up.”  She did as she was told.  Her tongue felt soft and gentle on my clit, as she began to lightly suck and nibble at me.  As she did, I watched Jason take two strawberries from our plate.  One he ate and the other disappeared between Sally’s legs.  She gasped and raised her head suddenly.  Jason laughed.

“Get back to work,” he said, chuckling.  I then watched as he took the tanning oil and sprayed it all over Sally’s tight, firm ass.  Two fingers on one hand slid deep into her cunt, causing her mouth to tighten around my clit.  Then I watched as his other hand slide a finger into her asshole.  Before she could raise her head in protest, Jason took his fingers out of her pussy and pressed her head into mine.  She ate me with a woman’s touch.  Slow and gentle, teasing and tickling.  I kept my eyes on Jason, watching as his fingers slid in and out of her asshole.  Then, once she was sufficiently loose, he raised up on his knees, took her hips in his hands and slid his cock into her.  She squealed, but didn’t stop eating my pussy.  She was now tonguing the outer edge of my slit, which was growing more and more moist with each passing second.  I put my hands on the top of her head and pushed her into me.  Her tongue entered my cunt, dancing in and out and swirling about.  I thrust my hips into her face and began grinding against her lips.  But my eyes remained on Jason, who was pushing his cock in and out of her, causing her to squirm and squeal with each thrust.

I felt the first waves of climax enter my body, as I pushed hard into Sally’s face, her tongue frenzily devouring me inside-out.  I arched my back and surrendered to the warmth.  For the first time, I took my eyes off Jason.  I closed them and arched my neck back, as every muscle in my body clenched and contracted. 

“You’re making her cum,” Jason said, still fucking Sally’s tight little ass.  Once the waves of ecstasy had subsided and Sally had lifted her head from my pussy, I looked at Jason, still thrusting.  “She deserves to cum,” I said.  With Jason still attached, I pulled Sally by her arms and placed her crotch directly on my face.  With her hands on either side of my head and Jason pumping in and out of her, I began to suck Sally’s throbbing clit.  As my tongue worked her nub, I slid two fingers into her hot, moist slit.  I pushed them in then slid them out, teasing the outer edge of the pussy.  As my fingers fucked her tight hole, my tongue pressed into her clit, circling around and around.  Sally moaned and I looked up into her face.  Her sparkling blue eyes looked down at me, and her blond pony-tail bobbed up and down with each pump of Jason’s cock in and out of her little hole. 

“I’m going to cum,” I heard her whisper. 

“Cum on my face,” I said into her pussy.  My fingers moved a bit faster now, sliding in and out of her cunt, while my tongue pressed harder into her clit.  I moaned, letting her know just how much I was enjoying eating her deliciously tight little pussy.  A few seconds later I felt moist, hot goodness flow between my fingers.  I immediately moved my mouth to her slit and began sucking her juices out of her.  As I sucked and licked, I felt Jason’s thrusts grow shorter and faster.  I could hear him panting behind her.  Then, with one forceful thrust, he released himself inside her ass.  She squealed and collapsed onto me.  Jason soon followed, melting onto the concrete next to us.  We all laid there, panting, wondering when, exactly, we could meet for another roof rendezvous. 


 


    I can’t recall exactly how I ended up in this strange bed, wearing a black lace nighty that barely covered my tits and ass.  All I know is, I was there, lying alone on a large soft cloud of satin sheets, down pillows covered in silky cases and an oversized feather comforter.  I also know I was there on my own accord--nowhere within me did I feel scared or even all that confused.  My memory of getting there was merely fuzzy.  The room was dark and cool, with only a small stream of light trickling in from under the bathroom door, which was closed.  I could hear someone in the bathroom--I caught the sound of water running and items being moved around on the bathroom counter.  Or, at least that’s what I assumed I was hearing. Who’s in there? I thought, as I laid back on the magnificent thrown of bedding.  Where was I and who was I with?  Just as a small flicker of worry crept into my stomach, the bathroom door opened.  And out stepped a familiar face.  The face of my first love from years before.  Though I was relieved to see someone I knew, I was suddenly completely confused as to how we got here.  How we ended up together. Doesn’t he live in D.C.?  And isn’t he engaged to Carrie?  The questions and confusion began whirling around inside me like a Texas tornado. 

What is going on?!  But before I could open my mouth to voice my myriad thoughts, he smiled at me and walked towards me.  He didn’t seem confused at all.  Rather, he seemed as though this was perfectly normal.  He climbed into bed next to me and rolled over to face me, propping himself up on his elbow.  He placed his hand on my thigh and smiled.

“Happy Anniversary, my love,” he said as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.  He looked so handsome and so happy.  The moon was now high in the sky and spilled warm light into the room.  Shadows danced on his face, making his eyes sparkle.

“Happy Anniversary,” I replied, slightly hesitantly, but not wanting to tarnish the mood.

“You looked absolutely exquisite tonight,” he said, moving his hand up my thigh just enough that the lace from my nighty now halfway covered his hand.  I looked around the room, hoping to buy some time considering I had no memory of the evening’s events, when I spotted a red cocktail dress hanging from the bureau door.  It was spaghetti-strapped with a plunging neckline.  It looked fairly short.  Even though I’d never seen the garment before, it looked like something I would buy, as it would accentuate all my best assets.  I smiled wistfully at him.

“Thanks.  You didn’t look too shabby yourself.”  Obviously I had no idea what he’d worn, but I assumed he’d looked quite fetching in whatever it was. 

He leaned in towards me and gave me another warm, affectionate kiss.  “I love you, Sara,” he said against my lips.  “I love you, too, Steven.”  And at that moment, all the confusion and questions aside, I did love him.  I suppose a part of me always had.  And now here we were, together again.  How this had come to be suddenly didn’t matter.  All that mattered was the love, and the ever-growing heat, between us.  He kissed me again, harder this time, as his hand gently crept higher up my thigh.  I rolled over a little, so we were facing each other, our lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss.  Steven wore only boxers and I was close enough now to feel the heat from his skin on mine.  His hand was now at the outer edges of my panties.  I didn’t know what they looked like, as I hadn’t seen them, but they felt lacy and quite small.  His hand slipped easily under the fabric and made its way to my clit, now tingling with anticipation.  Our lips had parted, leaving us to just gaze into each others eyes.  He had a faint smile, partially affectionate and partially hungry with desire.  Our eyes held as his finger began circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.  I leaned my head back slightly, breaking our gaze, and moaned.  He leaned in and placed soft, hot kisses on my neck, his finger never stopping.  I moaned again as my toes curled in pleasure.  The sensations of his mouth on my neck and his soft, teasing fingers on my warm, moist skin below were almost more than I could handle.  With my head still back, I groped at his boxers with my hand.  Beneath the thin cotton I could feel his bulge, growing and almost pulsating.  I slid my hand beneath the hem of his boxers and softly stroked the head of his erect cock.  I then grabbed it with a decent amount of pressure and began stroking his length.  I heard a deep grumble come from his throat.  His fingers, on my clit began circling faster and harder, then they moved down to my wet slit.  He then plunged two fingers deep inside me as a mix of pain and pleasure flooded my trembling body.  I leaned my head up, meeting his eyes with mine.  He wore a hazy, glassy expression that can only come from intense pleasure.  My hand danced along the length of his cock, teasing the head with each stroke.  I brought my face close to his, gazing into his eyes for a moment.  Then I placed my lips on his as we met in a passionate kiss, our tongues furiously devouring one another.  His fingers still thrust in and out of me and my hand still stroked his large dick.

Our lips still locked, he whispered into my mouth, “I want you.  You’re the one I’ve always wanted.”  His words alone send pangs of pleasure shooting up and down my spine, causing goosebumps to pop up all over my body.  “Then I’m yours,” I replied.  “I’ve always been yours.” 

He leaned me back against the soft pillows behind me.  Kneeling over me, he slid his boxers down his thighs and kicked them off from around his ankles.  With the light of the moon,  I could see his cock, now fully emerged and fully erect.  I put my hands on his hips and pulled him towards me, positioning his dick right above my mouth.  Leaning up slightly, I took him in.  He moaned a deep grumble and let his hands collapse on either side of my head, as I worked my mouth up and down the length of him.  I surrendered completely, taking in his taste, smell and sounds.  As I sucked him long and hard, my tongue danced along his soft skin, paying extra attention to the tip.  His breath grew harder and faster and he began thrusting his hips ever so slightly, plunging his cock further and further down my throat.  I placed one hand on his shaft, allowing my tongue and mouth to concentrate on his thick head.  I looked into his face.  His eyes were closed and he looked utterly relaxed and in a state of pure bliss.  After a few more moments, Steven stopped me--gently easing his cock out of my mouth.  Without saying a word, he slid his hands to my panties and carefully pulled them down my legs, until they found their place on the floor, next to his boxers.  He returned to me, gazing into my eyes and his lips met mine in yet another deep, passionate kiss.  As our tongues played with one another, he positioned himself right over me, pushing my legs apart.  With a mix of affection and force, he thrust his large cock into my wet, awaiting slit.  I thrust my hips upwards, sending his dick far into my depths.  Our eyes remained locked as he thrust into me.  I pushed my pelvis against him with each movement, causing ecstasy to flood my body.  Through a breathless pant, Steven whispered, “I love you more than anything.  I’m so lucky to have you as my wife.”  I smiled, our bodies still pounding together.

“I love you, too,” I said, as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.  I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling it ever so slightly.  He moaned with pleasure and thrust harder into me.  My hands glided down his neck.  Once they found his back, I dug my nails into his skin, looking for anyway to release the tension building within me.  I scratched, gently at first, then harder with each thrust of his cock.  Inside me, pleasure bubbled and whirled about, causing pangs of ecstasy to flood my body.  My toes curled and every muscle within me contracted, as I crept closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.  Steven leaned his face into mine and kissed me, gently nibbling on my bottom lip.  His thrusts grew harder and faster, as our bodies slammed against each other.  He moaned and panted as I prepared for the rush of climax.

“I’m cumming!” I finally blurted out, my body contracting in one final push.  My pussy tightened around his cock as hot wetness spilled out from within me.  Only seconds later, Steven followed, his body lurching with each thrust.  He moaned one last deep groan as he thrust himself into me a few more times.  Heat radiated, as warm, wet love began pooling between my legs.  Steven sank on top me, all his weight pressing into me.  and we laid there, panting breathlessly.  I closed my eyes, collapsing into a state of utter bliss and relaxation.  Just as the afterglow began to flood my body, I heard a familiar sound.

Beep! Beep! Beep!  It was my alarm clock.  I opened my eyes.  No longer was I lying on a cloud of sheets, pillows and blankets.  Instead, I was in my bedroom, amid dirty laundry and piles of papers--mainly briefs and case studies.  I rubbed my eyes and looked next to me.  The bed was empty.  No Steven.  I pulled down the covers to find that I was no longer donning a sexy black nighty.  Rather, I had on my usual tank top and boxers.  However, one thing was still the same--from between my legs, I could feel hot wetness moistening my sheets. 

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I don’t like to call myself a “phone sex operator” because it sounds like a factory job and I’m no machine.  I like to think of myself as a receiver of sexy calls and callers.  I call myself Theresa.  That’s not my real name of course, but it’s still me.  I love my job.  I didn’t grow up thinking I’d be a receiver of sexy calls and callers, I used to be pretty nerdy in fact, but it’s the perfect way to earn a living.  I have an active imagination and a voice which changed from being high and girlie to sexy and sultry.  I think it has something to do with smoking and practicing deep breathing during yoga.  Or else maybe I was a late bloomer but whatever, I like relating to people on this level.  I’ve tried other jobs before but they are pretty boring and this is a more fun way to connect with others, at least for me.  You might wonder what the sexual appetite of a receiver of sexy calls and callers is like.  Well, I don’t know about the rest of ‘em, but I can tell you I’m definitely very sensitive to touch.  I can sense sexual energy like a vibration, before it ever reaches the fingertips, and because of that, I need to move very slowly when I’m interacting with someone physically.  Plus, I love men.  I love men’s bodies.  If I could, I’d spend all day exploring and touching and kissing and grabbing and watching them.  I bet I could spend an entire lifetime, without speaking, on one perfect body discovering new pleasures for both of us, but who has the time for that?  That’s how I discovered talking!  Conversation is stimulating and a great way to electrify the senses when you can’t take the plunge into sex.   And, since nearly every caller is a favorite, it keeps my life very interesting.  I get a voice and a conversation to work with, and my imagination fills in the rest.  Sometimes I imagine meeting up with my callers on the outside, by accident, and what our one night stand would be like.  Would we talk then, or just fuck?  Would we be as compatible in person as we are on the phone, more or less?  I like to think more.  A huge benefit is that I work from home.  I always take a bath with lavender oil and flower petals before my first call, I light candles and dress in sexy lingerie (I have a small space heater to keep me warm), and I take calls in the quietest room in my apartment, tucked in the back away from the hall so I can hear the softest breath on the phone.  The men who cum in a whisper turn me on the most, makes me wonder what else that type of discipline is capable of.  I think there’s a man living above me, in 7b.  He must work from home too, but I don’t know what the hell he does and we’ve never met  as far as I know.  He walks around his apartment, picking up unidentifiable objects and dropping them and sometimes he’s completely quiet for hours.  I picture him naked in cowboy boots and a sexy cowboy hat, dick sticking straight out in front of him.  Something about the way his heels click above me and how the floor gives way with his weight, always at the perfect times too.  When I feel like being a normal girl with a monogamous sex life I picture him, above me, calling me with different scenarios, a master at disguising his voice.  He’s a talent at staying fully erect for hours and it keeps my panties warm and wet.  That’s my secret.  I didn’t plan to tell you, it just slipped out.  Each caller is a different personality of his, and when we make love, we never talk.  It’s as if we’ve never met.  In my real life, my boyfriend knows what I do to earn money and it doesn’t bother him.  I only share my body with him, but I refuse to talk to him.  I don’t care about small talk, or how his work day went, and I especially don’t give a fuck what his family thinks about me.  We snack, we chill, get high and watch porn or regular movies and we have mind-blowing passionate sex.  I’m completely in love with his energy and his body.  He gets me; he gets me in the mood; and he does not force me to speak (although sometimes his dick does, but that can’t be helped.  Climax-speak, whispers and whimpers, not ordinary bullshit-talk).  Only my callers get me to converse.  Enough about me though, I’m writing this diary as a tribute to my phone sex lovers.  They are all unique and special, except for the occasional perv.  I can spot them right away.  Usually, their voice makes my stomach hurt (like I said, I’m sensitive), and I get rid of those callers right away.  Talking to them would be disrespecting myself and my regular clientele.  Anyway, my favorite caller today called himself Brad.  Our conversation was brief and simple.  Right away he asked me not to be in the pits that he wasn’t the celebrity to which I laughed.  Cheesy joke, but it’s pretty cute when callers try to break the ice for me.  Shows they have good intentions.  I asked him what I looked like and he told me I had clear porcelain skin, flat blue eyes and long straight, black hair with bangs cropped at my eyebrows, no part (similar to his favorite barista).  My body is thick, a voluptuous size 12 and tight with very round, large breasts.  I wore bright red lipstick to match my patent leather high heels and heavy black eyeliner, with thick lashes which were perfect with my black leather, strapless dress.  I sensed his dominatrix fantasy immediately and felt myself get excited. Entertaining men who like to obey is always fun.  Just then, my fantasy cowboy dick upstairs dropped something heavy above me and I chastised Brad sternly to pick it up.  His voice got a little quieter and deeper with his confusion; he didn’t know what I was referring to but he didn’t want to disappoint me.  I refused to be specific and his breath slackened as he became turned on.  I said to him again, very slow and deliberate, Pick. It. Up.  He told me then that the only thing that had dropped was his condom, still in the package, but that the landing was so soft he didn’t think I could hear it.  “My hearing is impeccable, now PICK. IT. UP.”  Silently, I wondered if my cowboy dick upstairs heard me and if I was making him self-conscious.  My nipples hardened.  This was like having a threesome in three dimensions.  Brad fumbled slightly on the phone so I knew he did as he was told.  I commanded him to close his eyes, and told him to unwrap the condom and put it on by feel.  I was going out later and I didn’t want his white stain on my black dress.  I was very stern.  I heard the crinkle of the packaging and his slightly nervous but aroused breathing and wondered what his breath tasted like.  I asked him what he ate for dinner because I smelled a hint of garlic on the receiver and he answered that I was smelling my pussy on his lips, so I took his cue.  I told him I didn’t cum hard enough earlier and that he needed to eat me out again so I could go out and have a good time to which he replied “My pleasure you bossy bitch.”  He sounded pissed off so I told him to bite me but to be gentle with my clit.  I could hear him jacking off and I wondered if he used lubricant because it sounded very moist.  I started breathing slow and deep and moaning a little; he told me I tasted salty like seawater.  “It’s the leather,” I said, wondering if he remembered what my dress looked like.  He started smacking and sucking a little more intensely and my breathing became louder and quicker.  I told him I wanted his fingers to play with me as he licked and I felt my own touch so I know he did as he was told.  The combination of his breath and my breath and the sounds of us both playing with ourselves was hot.  After several minutes of heavy breathing and whining I told him to hurry up because I had to go, but he refused to rush.  His voice was raspy and in a frenzy he told me that I was the only one he ever wanted and that his wife was a shallow whore who paid his bills.  “If you ever say another word to me about your wife I’ll leave and never speak to you again,” I sounded slightly angry and very serious, and he started to beg.  “No please don’t…I’m just kidding baby, don’t you feel the ring you gave me inside of you” and I started to scream with pleasure.  He came loudly through clenched teeth and hung up the phone abruptly, leaving me to wonder where the red welts on my outer thighs came from.  Sometimes phone sex is like being handled desperately by a ghost. call me at 1-800-ASS-LICK I want to hear your voice make me cum!

 


 

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      My vacation had only just started when I found myself swimming up to the resort’s swim-up bar.  I floated up to a bar stool and took my seat, half submerged in cool water as the warm Mexico sun glistened off my shoulders.  The bartender stood above me, on dry land.  He was currently waiting on another patron, but that didn’t stop me from giving him a long look.  He wore a black, short-sleeved collared shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.  I couldn’t see from his knees down, but based off his arms and the little bit of thigh I could see, I could only imagine the amazing calves lurking under the bar.  His tanned skin was accentuated by the black shirt and his muscles rippled.  He had dark, shaggy hair that was expertly mussed, exuding a sexy, bed-head look.  As he mixed the drink for the other guest, he looked up and spotted my gaze.  A warm smile crossed his lips and that’s when I saw his beautiful, sparkling blue eyes.  Their depth made my breath catch in my chest and I quickly looked away, trying to salvage some sense o dignity.  Once he finished with the other patron he turned his attention to me.

“First day here?” he asked as he leaned on the bar, gazing directly into my eyes.  Again, I found myself breathless.

“Yes,” I finally replied, trying to compose myself.

“What do you think so far?”

I gave him another once-over and smiled seductively.  “I like what I see thus far,” I answered.

His smile grew larger.  “So what can I get you?”

“What do you recommend?” I asked, keeping his gaze.

“I make a mean margarita, but not everyone can hold their tequila.”

I smiled again.  “Let’s do it,” I replied.  As he went about making my drink, I took the opportunity to continue surveying him from every angle.  As his back was turned, I got a good eyeful of his tight ass.  It looked great in his shorts and I could only imagine how amazing it must look out of them. 

“So, what’s the nightlife like here?” I asked, once he was turned back toward me.

“Honestly, not much.”  He started the blender and looked back at me.  “But I would be happy to play tour guide, if you want,” he continued.  He handed me my rosy red drink and I took a long sip, still holding his gaze.  I dipped my finer along the rim, layering it in sugar.  I seductively put the tip of my finger in my mouth and sucked off the sweetness. 

“That’d be great,” I finally agreed. 

 

              As I got ready for my tour that evening, I contemplated what the night would bring.  Part of me just wanted to spend an evening tangled up in the sheets with my guide, but at the same time, I had paid a pretty penny for this vacation and wanted to get the most out of it.  Knowing that a swim wasn’t out of the question, I wore my bikini under my sundress.  My bikini top still made my tits and ass look great and my sundress dipped just low enough to showcase my ample cleavage.  This particular dress also showed off my toned legs - sculpted to near perfection thanks to yoga - and this particular color of coral made my bronze skin glow.  I looked damn good, if I do say so myself.

                            We had agreed to meet at the bar, so I headed down a few minutes early and ordered a drink.  I’d only taken a few sips of my island rum punch when I felt a large, warm hand on the small of my back.  I turned and saw him smiling down at me.  “Hey beautiful,” he said, taking the barstool next to me. 

“Hi, handsome,” I retorted.  “Speaking of which,” I said between sips, “What’s your name?”  He looked at me, a smile on his face and his eyes sparkling.

“Brad,” he answered, sticking his hand out.

“Well, Brad, I’m Lucy.”  I put my hand out to shake his.  But rather than shaking it, he just held it, gently stroking my palm with his thumb.  “It’s a pleasure,” he finally said, seductively smiling at me.

We finished our drinks and made our way to the resort’s restaurant.  We shared a delicious dinner on the patio, over-looking the ocean.  We started with oysters and shrimp cocktail, followed by succulent tuna steaks topped with zesty mango salsa and wrapped it up with a decadent raspberry cheesecake.  The entire meal was spectacular, but only a fraction as wonderful as the company.  Brad and I talked about everything under the sun--most interesting to me, how he ended up in Mexico. 

“I just decided I didn’t want to be a lawyer,” he finally explained after describing his Ivy-lined educational path.  I smiled.  Despite loving my fast-paced career as the Editor-in-Chief of a top magazine, I could completely understand the allure behind giving it all up and making a life as a perma-vacationer. 

I opted out of a tour of the town and told Brad that I really wanted to take a night-time dip in the ocean.  Brad had not been as prepared as I had, so rather than donning his swim trunks, he merely stripped down to his boxer-briefs.

“I guess these will do,” he laughed as we tossed our clothes on the beach.  We took a refreshing dip, splashing each other, laughing and having an overall wonderful time. 

“I can’t help but think of the opening scene from Jaws,” I said as we bobbed in the waves.  He laughed and shuddered.

“Should we head back in?” he asked.  I laughed a bit.  “Better safe than sorry.”  Bu before we started making out way back to the shore, Brad moved close to me.  He placed his large hands on my hips and pulled me into him.  He brought his face very close to mine and placed a deep, wet kiss on my mouth.  Our tongues danced and shocks of unexpected heat flooded my body.  I moaned slightly, causing him to deepen the kiss.  We then broke apart, hand-in-hand, and waded back to the beach.

Once on the beach, we laid next to each other.  Sounds of the waves washed over us as we stared up at the blanket of stars.  After a few moments, Brad rolled over, propping himself up on his elbow.  He looked down into my face.

“You’re truly breathtaking,” he said after a few minutes.  I smiled up at him.  Then I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled hi towards me.  We kissed again, more passionate this time.  Our tongues furiously massaged against one another as Brad moved his hand over my damp tummy.  His hand slid up my skin and pushed my bikini towards my neck, exposing my breasts.  Our kiss then broke.  He stared into my eyes, his twinkling in the moonlight.  His warm hand continued searching my body - moving from my breasts to my hip, then down my thigh.  His warm, wet mouth met mine again, softer this time.  I then felt his hand slide under the cloth of my bikini bottoms.  Like a heat-seeking missile, it went straight for my clit, which was now throbbing with anticipation.  He began circling it with his finger, as his tongue circled mine in my mouth.  Little shocks of pleasure ran through my body as his finger caused my pussy to melt.  Again, our kiss broke and Brad moved his lips down my body.  They first landed on my taut nipples.  He sucked each one gently and flicked them with his nimble tongue.  His lips then moved to my belly, kissing it all over.  As he kissed and nibbled, his hands went to work sliding my bikini bottoms down my thighs.  I placed my hands on the top of his head and gently nudged him down toward my hot, wet flesh.  His tongue made it way to my clit.  He sucked and nibbled as I moaned and pushed myself into his facing, urging him on.  As his tongue worked my clit, he slid two fingers into my pussy.  Gently at first, then plunging them into my depths.  I arched my back in pleasure as my pussy moistened more and more.  He thrust his fingers in and out, as his tongue continued to nibble at my throbbing clit. 

“I want you inside me,” I said, unexpectedly. 

He stopped and looked up at me.

“Already?” He inquired.  I smiled down at him, wanting him to continue, but also wanting to feel his cock inside of me.

“No,” I answered.  I sat up and pushed him into a sitting position.

“First, I want to taste you.”  I could see the bulge of his erect cock through his wet boxer briefs.  I pulled at the hem of his boxers, he lifted his ass and I slid them down his thighs.  I leaned over, putting my face right in line with his dick.  I then took him in my mouth.  I started by seductively sucking the head of his cock, moving my tongue around the very tip.  He moaned and put his hands on my head, pushing me down his length.  My head bobbed up and down as I took him in further and further.  He pushed my head down, over and over, fucking my mouth.  I gagged a few times due to his length and thickness, but I didn’t stop.  I continued thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue each time I reached his head. 

After a few minutes, he stopped me, puling my head off his beautiful cock.  He pulled my face towards his and kissed me, deep and passionate.

“Straddle me,” he ordered.  I knelt, pulling my bikini bottoms all the way off and positioned myself on his cock.  I started to sit, slowly, feeling the head of his cock enter my warm, wet hole.  He thrust up a bit, pushing it in further.  We both moaned.  He leaned up and kissed me, his hands on my back, pulling me into him.  I sat all the way down on his cock, feeling the full extent of his length inside me.  We began to move, in sync, thrusting up and down as his cock moved within me.  I had my hands over his shoulders, my fingers weaving through his hair as we moved in perfect rhythm.  We panted and moaned, as our bodies writhed in ecstasy.  My fingers pulled the hair on the back of his head as his hands pulled me tighter into him, our chests pressed together.  I rode his cock harder and harder, pushing him as far into me as it would go.  I felt it hitting my cervix, sending pleasurable pain through my aching body.  I pulled his hair again, causing his head to lurch back.  He moaned loudly.

“Do that again,” he commanded.  I did.  He moaned louder this time and thrust hard into my pussy.  It was then my turn to moan in aching pleasure.

The first pangs of orgasm began flooding my body at that point.  My thighs tightened and my pussy contracted around his cock.  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, riding the waves of orgasmic pleasure.

“I’ cumming,” I muttered as warm wetness began pooling around his cock and flowing out of me.  As the last few shocks of pleasure shot through my body, I felt him lurch into me.

“My turn,” he uttered in a breathless pant.  He thrust harder and deeper, pumping in and out of me in short, hot bursts.  Once I knew he was finished, I collapsed back onto the sand.  Brad followed on top of me, covering my mouth and cheeks in hot kisses.  We lay there for a moment, panting, our bodies quaking.  After a bit, Brad propped himself up on his elbows and looked deep into my eyes.

He smiled wickedly and asked, in a seductively raspy voice, “Shall we retire to your room, my dear?”  I smiled back at him, knowing we had a long, pleasurable night still to come--no pun intended. call me at 1-800-ass-fuck



My friend Amber and I get really drunk sometimes. We both work hard all day and we just like to unwind. We usually go to her place, because she has a Jacuzzi and a big, King sized bed to pass out in. Amber's a model. Unlike me, brunette, small tits and no hips, she's a wet dream. Blonde, heart shaped face, and a killer body, big tits, huge ass, but slim. She's the only girl I've ever caught myself fantasizing about. Probably because she walks around in her work clothes after hours - Amber's a lingerie model. Lots of lace and silk, red, black, white, tangerine - it's always a surprise when she opens the door.  Halfway into a bottle of tequila one night, I wondered how I'd feel if I wore some of Amber's skimpy clothes. She always seemed so confident, so sexy. She agreed to loan me something that would be perfect on me, but under one condition: I had to bring a guy home with us tonight! Someone we didn't know. Amber wanted to share him.  I'd never done something like that before, but just the thought of it made me hot. We helped each other get dressed - Amber thought I should wear a corset and her fingers felt amazing tying me into it and doing up the little strings on the matching panties. I was already wet by the time we started walking down to the bar in slutty little black dresses that barely covered the goods.

We spotted him right away. Average looking, texting on his phone by the bar. We sat on either side of him, each of us putting a hand on his leg. He looked between us and smiled, following us home after we'd each whispered a few naughty words in his ear. I heard Amber tell him he could fuck her in the ass. I couldn't wait to watch!As soon as we stumbled through Amber's door, we were all over each other. His tongue was in my mouth, then Amber's. She shoved him onto the couch and pulled me to her for a hot, deep kiss. We'd done that a few times before, but never in front of anyone else, and never knowing where this was headed. Our guest looked like he was enjoying the girl on girl action. His cock was bursting to get out of his pants.  Amber's hands were on my body again, fingers undoing the corset and teeny strings on my panties she'd tied up earlier. She fell to her knees and buried her face in my sopping cunt.

"That's right, eat her pussy," our guest said. I watched him open his pants, his cock hard and leaking already. He started stroking it in time to Amber's movement and I moaned as I came, hard. Amber pushed me over to the couch, urging me to straddle him.  "Fuck her pussy," Amber said, her hands moving over my ass, spreading my cheeks. "Pound that pussy hard. She needs a good, hard pounding."

 

His cock was in me a second later, thrusting hard. Amber kneeled on the couch next to us, tits falling out of her black lace bra. I leaned forward and sucked on one of her nipples, hollowing my cheeks with the effort. Her hand went to my ass again, squeezing my cheeks tight as he pounded into me. Her other hand slipped between us and started alternately cupping his balls and rubbing my clit. I screamed, coming again, and collapsed to the side.

 

He went up on his knees and urged Amber onto all fours on the couch. He slammed his cock into her, slapping her on the ass playfully as he fucked her from behind.  I moaned again, watching them, and started rubbing my clit furiously. He swore and reached over to tweak my nipples, pinching them until I mewled. You sluts are so hot," he moaned, his thrusts increasing until he pulled out and came all over Amber's back. "Lick it up," he said to me, and I hurried to lap at his cum that was already dripping into the crack of Amber's ass."Time for the hot tub," Amber announced, grinning wickedly at us over her shoulder. Call me at 1-800-277-Fuck to hear the rest of the story



 

3SUM Sex story

I moved in beside you in the booth you were sharing with your husband...as he got up to mingle with associates after your case was over today. You were quiet and reserved as it didn’t go as well as you hoped. A long trial that took a few weeks to wrap up and I got off simply because someone forgot to dot an “I” and cross a “T” on a search warrant.
  Still you looked beautiful...in a thin light blue spaghetti strapped dress which fell a little above your mid thigh. Tonight your hair was worn loose and your curls were in disarray...a far cry from the tight bun that you kept it in from the court room. Although I had noticed that as the trial went on your clothing did develop a sexual allure, with your blouses emphasizing the form of your breasts nicely...yet tasteful...and your skirts tended to hug your hips and thighs a little tighter as the weeks went on. Often I wondered if the fact that you kept crossing and uncrossing your exposed thighs was for my benefit or if it was just a nervous habit. Either way, I enjoyed the sight and knew I would miss seeing it.
  You remained composed, as to not cause any undue attention to us in the booth as I moved closer to you. You asked what I was doing there...saying you would alert your husband of who I was. I laughed, letting you know that your husband would most likely see this as a threesome opportunity and enjoy it more than either of us would. The frustration you felt in the truthful statement could not be hidden from me.
  As I started talking to you, asking if you had noticed how affectionately I had been viewing you lately...and not just because your case was completely screwed up; the anger the statement brought out your angst about the loss. All of which worked to my advantage because it caught you off guard...as I took my thumb and grazed it across your scantily covered nipple; as your nipple hardened it just furthered my need for more. You softly spoke...informing me that you were in no way a lesbian or interested in women in any way. I let you know under no uncertain terms that I was not interested in you and other women...and I had no issue with being your first. As your husband reseated himself, you could almost see his vision of some sexual fantasy that he was trying to plan out. All of this would only work to my advantage, since I could smile and speak softly to him while priming your body for what I had in mind.
  Smiling and nodding at his lame jokes and innuendos, I slowly slid my hand up your left thigh with my left hand. You tried to join in our conversation with little or no attention being brought to the fact that my finger tips and nails were softly sliding up your, now chill covered thigh. I sent your husband to the crowded bar to get us some drinks so I could get some more time to prepare your body for the invasion. My lips brushed against your shoulder and slowly moved across your collar bone and to your vulnerable neck. By the time my lips got to your ear...you had already involuntarily separated your legs slightly. I started asking you to tell me that you aren’t tempted for me to taste you. You simply uttered for me to stop.  As I softly started kissing your neck, subtly sucking after each kiss; when I heard you softly moan it was abundantly clear that I was given eminent domain. By the time your husband had brought back our drinks...my fingertips were stroking the outside of your panties...clearly making you wet. It was obvious at this point that you nor I were paying any attention to what he was saying or doing...so he excused himself from the table. Almost on cue, I slipped my fingers inside your panties to give special attention to your eager pussy, which was more than wet at this point. “Tell me you don’t want to feel my breath on your pussy right now”. You still held on to your denial, yet with less vigor. As my fingers stroked your moist lips, you spread your legs further and your moans became more frequent. “I will give you a choice...we can continue this here or you can follow me to the ladies room where I can finish this in private. But keep in mind either way I will make you cum strong and loud”.
  We both got up and went into the ladies room. As I expected there was a sitting lounge before entering the actual restroom...I checked both areas...then locked the door behind us. I pushed you down on the chaise lounger, with little complaint from you. I started kissing and licking from your ankle slowly moving upward. You eagerly separated you legs, as the anticipation of the arrival of my tongue to your clit was a bit overwhelming. Kissing and nibbling up your inner thigh, you laid your calf over my shoulder. I simply slid your panties to the side to make room for my soft moist lips. Slowly my tongue stroked the lips of your pussy. My thumbs separated your lips and allowed for my tongue to stroke you from the entrance of your pussy to your sensitive clit. I softly blew on your wet pussy, then slowly licked around your clit...careful to not touch it too soon. Kissing on your clit; my two fingers slowly slid inside of you...as I began sucking on your clit. The rhythm of my fingers going in and out faster and deeper was matched by the pressure my lips developed on your clit...sucking and pulling it into my mouth. You grabbed handfuls of my hair, and with both calves over my shoulders you started attempting to pull my face deeper into your pussy, as you were on the verge of a huge orgasm. You kept pulling and pushing on my head trying to control the complete motion, as your pussy became drenched. Your moans became screams...and as I started feeling your thighs and calves tense up...I slid my hands under your ass and lifted you to my face. You begging me to fuck you harder...i slammed my fingers in and out of you....sucking your clit harder and harder. You screamed...as you came all over my face.......
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