At first if felt sort of nice and warm, being filled up like that, but then it sort cramped some. But it wasn’t too bad as I used only about a half bag of water.  I rubbed my tummy squeezing the stuff around in me.  After only a couple of minutes (remember, my

husband was just down in the kitchen), I moved over the toilet, pulled the thing from my ass, and flushed myself out! Pardon the pun, but that was a rush.  I refilled the bottle with warm water and did myself again (as a rinse), and drained myself once more.

Flush, and I was all clean!!

My pussy was feeling really tender. Not tender as in sore, but tender as in sexual excitement, and with little flutters inside. I think it is sort of like when you describe your cock tingling. A nice feeling.

In the shower I shaved my legs, which was a nice erotic sensation in itself. I shaved around my pussy lips, leaving a small patch of public hair above my slit.  I soaped up my breasts and they felt very tender too, sort of like before my period, but better. Wonderful, actually. I also cleaned myself very well between my legs and around my anus.  The bath jell I use felt really slickery and good.

Afterwards, I did all the rest, makeup, lipstick and hair (thankfully, I don’t do a lot of terribly difficult things with my hair like some girls), nice white thong-type nylon panties, blue jeans, no bra, cotton tee shirt, dark blue sweatshirt (sort of bulky one that disguised my figure and didn’t give much of an indication that I was braless, white socks and a pair of beige Ugg boots. (I was saving my perfume for the car. I have a small vial in my purse, where I also stashed the KY. Incidentally, when I was in high school, I thought KY Jelly was “Kentucky” Jelly.  When I called it that with one of my girlfriends I thought she would die laughing, and that I would die of embarrassment.)

About 11AM it started to snow, but not much.  I had a few minutes to go before I had to leave for my “appointment”, which was for about Noon. The drive, in normal weather would be about half an hour from my house up to NY. Not really very far, but far enough from my husband’s jurisdiction to probably be safe.  The NJ cops don’t really know the NY cops very well, and most of the guys who live in the NY County we were going to are NYPD, in any case.

I snuck a quick look at my yahoo email and saw your sweet note. I wish I would have had the time to answer you while you were still at work, but.., I had other fish to fry, so to speak.  My husband and I left the house at the same time, he to his lodge, me to my assignation.  My cover was a hair appointment.

When I got to the motel it was still snowing lightly, and just beginning to stick. I saw my friend’s car with its NJ license plates parked in front of a door that was open a crack. I parked a few spaces away, dabbed on a bit of perfume. I felt all nervous inside.

Butterflies. I think I was feeling more like I would before we would meet you for the first time.  Not at all like I expected to feel seeing this guy again.  It had been three years, but I still would have thought the meeting would be so stressful.  But, it had all the feelings of a first date.  Anyway, I checked my lipstick and face in the rearview, and said, “Well, let’s get going,” to myself.

I cracked open the doorway; hoping it was the right room. It was, so no story there.  He was inside wearing jeans, a tee shirt with the name of some bar in Myrtle Beach, SC on it, no shoes.  His jacket and shirt were on the chair.  He smiled and turned off the TV. Rose from where he was sitting on the bed and came to me without a word.

He had a serious look on his face.  He, still not talking, shut the door and latched it.  I unzipped my coat and shrugged out of it.  Then he said, “Elaine, you are still so beautiful.”

I know I am not beautiful in the movie star way, but I blushed at the compliment anyway.   I know I am a sort of saucy lady, full of energy and often, like then, crackle with sexual energy. I thanked him as he came to me, put his hands on my hips at my waist, and kissed me.   It was a nice kiss, gentle with only a hint of tongue.  He whispered that I smell soooo good. His hands roamed over my hips, ass and rib cage and up to my breasts. He could feel them without the bra.  I am afraid I sighed because it felt so good to have has hands on me there. I felt a little weak in the knees.

My old lover is my age, 33, is tallish at just over six feet, slim, dark hair, and dark brown liquid eyes. Not a bad looking guy.  He kissed me on my neck behind my ear, in the hollow of my throat, all the while kneading my tits.  My nipples rose quickly as he massaged me.  Pulling back from the kiss, he said, “Let me undress you…”  He pulled my sweatshirt from over my head and tossed it onto the chair with our jackets.  He smiled, looking at my breasts, my nipples clearly poking through the thin cotton tee shirt, my areoles clearly visible through it.  

Perhaps I should pause here and give you, dear reader, a brief physical description of me. I’m 5’5” tall, about 120ish. Nice figure with, I am told, a nice ass. Slim legs, 34 to 36 C cup breasts, hazel eyes and auburn hair I wear about shoulder length. I keep my pussy nicely trimmed and mostly bare along my puffy cunt lips.  I don’t have much body hair anyway, so you can see my sex pretty easily.  Guys seem to focus on my groin when I’m in a pair of tight jeans or a two-piece swimming suit, so I guess my mons is pretty pronounced. So, enough of that, and back to my adventure.

He ran his hands up under my tee shirt, and cupped my breasts again, squeezing them gently, and sort of hefting them in his hands as if he was judging their weight.  He then stripped my shirt off, leaving me bare from the waist up.  He placed his hands on either side of my neck and ran them down my shoulders, down the outsides of my arms.  The feeling was nice and gave me goose bumps. His hands stopped at the top of my jeans, he unbuttoned them, and zipped them down.  I kicked off my Uggs and he then pulled my jeans down to my calves, bending over and sniffing my crotch as he did so. It was such an animal-like thing that I was almost surprised at the thrill it gave me.  I stepped from my jeans, leaving them in a puddle on the carpet. I bent over to remove my socks, and he said,  “No, leave them on for now.  Climb on the bed I want to look at you.”  I did and started to lie on my back.  “No, get on all fours and face me.”  

I did as he asked, my face toward the foot of the bed, my breasts hanging down, wearing just my panties and white socks.  He made a deep sound in his throat as he began to run his hands over me, down my back, under me to cup and rub my hanging breasts, down over my panty-clad ass, down the insides of my thighs, down my calves to my feet.  He rubbed my feet gently, which felt really good. No one, I don’t think, has ever done that to me.  

He licked the small of my back, his hands, one gripping my left breasts and his right rubbing my ass cheeks. He ran his tongue down to the elastic band on my panties, his hand moving between my legs from the rear, cupping my cunt.  “You are so hot, “ he said. “Jamie (his wife) won’t pose for me,’ he whispered more to himself than me.  He had encircled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and was sort of tugging on it and squeezing it like he was milking me.

 

It felt so good. I felt so naughty; so nasty there on the bed on all fours with this man touching me and stroking me. But, he also didn’t seem involved with me at all, other than my body.  But that was okay, because he was making me feel my body in wonderful ways.

“Don’t move,” he said, and he moved back in front of me. I could see him looking at me as he pulled the Myrtle Beach shirt over his head.  He undid his belt, unbuttoned his Levis and pulled them down. He stepped out of them still wearing his underwear; a pair of Calvin Klein tighties. I could see the outline of his cock and his scrotum through the fabric.  He came up to me, his crotch close to my face, and ran his fingers through my hair. He pushed the lump in his underwear into my face and rubbed his member over my cheeks and nose. I could smell the faintly urine smell of him, and a denser, musk-like odor.  He pulled his shorts down to just below his ball sack, his cock sprung free and bobbed in front of me. His penis is thick and about six inches long when hard. The head was poking out from his foreskin, and looked purple-blue in the dim light from the overhead lamp.  His testicles hung down, and I could see each of them as individual ovals covered in his hairy sack. His pubic hair gleamed, curly and dark brown, a trail of finer hair rising to his bellybutton. And up and spreading lightly across his chest, his nipples dark against his pale winter skin.

He pulled the foreskin back over his helmeted cock head and stroked himself a few times, the veins on his cock bulging out.  “Kiss it, “ he ordered, pushing his penis toward my mouth.  I licked his pee slit, and opened my mouth slightly as he pushed it into my mouth. His hands ran up my cheeks and over my ears, gathering my hair up and away from my face.  I looked up at him looking down at me. I reached up with my right hand and cupped his nuts, jiggling them, feeling their weight in my palm.  He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat.  I could feel some of his soft pubic hairs against my nose, but he was still about an inch from being buried completely in me.  “Suck me,” he instructed. I did and he began to stroke slowly in and out of me.  I shut my eyes thinking of you. I know you would love this, and it made me feel warmer and fluttery thinking of you doing this to me. I could feel his shaft sliding over my tongue and all the little bumps and ridges culminating is the flaring, slick head of his penis.

After only a few minutes of this he pulled his cock free of my mouth, slowly pulling it out until it left me with a soft pop from the suction, a strand of saliva running from just under the tip to my lips.  The head was less blue and redder, and his entire cock gleamed in the light.  “Don’t move,” he instructed as he moved along side of me.  I could watch him in the mirror that was above the dresser facing me, as he stepped from his underwear.  His cock stood out at a rigid angle; his testicles hung heavy and full beneath as he moved to my side.  I felt his hand run under the band of my panties and he slipped them over my hips and down to my mid-thighs.  Kneeling by my hips, he bent his head over my backside.  He breathed of me deeply, and I felt his nose sliding between my globes, sniffing me and turning me on. I watched my breasts shiver as he moved his head behind me.  I could feel his right hand between my legs again, running up the inside of my thigh. He rested his left hand on the small of my back.  I felt his tongue touch my anus, and I, involuntarily jumped when its wetness touched me there.

He asked me in a wicked tone of voice, “Did you like that?” 

I could barely answer with a small, “Yes…”

I felt his fingers running between my pussy lips, the tips touching my slick insides. He bent back over me and spread my cheeks apart with one hand and began to tongue my ass.  He then slipped two fingers into my pussy and began to finger me. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, his tongue dancing on my little puckered hole and his two fingers pistoning in and out of my pussy.  I came almost at once, and I sort of collapsed onto the bed, my face on my crossed arms, my tummy on the mattress, my legs splayed apart with both my lower legs up, bent at the knee.  I could feel the tightness of my panties as they imprisoned my thighs and kept them from spreading farther apart.  My tits and ass trembled,and I felt myself shivering under my skin much like a horse does.

I sensed him pulling my panties off, and him moving between my open thighs.  I felt his fingers spreading my ass and my sex and he began to lap me. He lay fully down between my open thighs, lapping and lapping, running his fat tongue up from my clit, along my spread pink lips to the opening of my vagina.  He probed my cunt with his tongue, lapping my honey and drawing some with him up to my anus.  Once again I could hear him sniffing at me.  I don’t know what it was about that. He had never done that, to my knowledge, before, but it felt so very naughty and dirty to have him licking me all over and sniffing me like a dog.  He stuck a thumb into my pussy as far as he could while he continued to probe my anus with his mouth.

I reached my hands under me, one gripping a tit and the other sliding down to my sex. I began to rub my clit as his thumb moved in circles in my cunt, and his mouth sucked and licked wetly at my backdoor.  This was an entirely new way of sex between us. He had always been a fun, “Let’s screw” kind of lover. But this, this was basic and fundamental. It was thrilling to have someone so involved with my sex and my ass.

He rose up, kneeling between my legs, his cock head touching my cunt hole.  He pushed it into me an inch or so and sort of moved his hips in a circle, wetting the tip.  I felt his thumbs roughly spread my ass cheeks and then his cock pushing against my asshole.

“KY,” I said. Maybe I didn’t. But I thought it anyway just before he shoved his cock into my ass. His first push managed to get the head into me and my sphincter gripped his shaft just behind his bulging rim.

I must have cried out. It hurt when he first shoved into me, and I tried to pull away, sliding my hips to one side to try to free myself from his pole in reaction to the pain. “Don’t,” he commanded, his hands gripping my hips and holding me still. “Hold still,” he hissed between clinched teeth, as he began to sink his cock into my ass. I felt the tears spring to my eyes and run down the sides of my nose, as his manhood violated my ass without any lubrication.  It hurt enormously, and it burned so… But still he pushed into me. Suddenly he pulled back and then back down into me.  He did that a few times, each time lancing pain through my abdomen. Suddenly he was sliding into me freely and easily. It began to feel wonderful, and depraved at the same time, as he grunted above me—fucking my ass. 

Gathering myself, I propped myself back up on all fours as he began to fuck my ass.  He would pull himself almost free of me, then, s—l—o—w—l—y   slide himself back down my chute, and suddenly, with about a inch free, he would lunge into me, making my breasts sway and my body rock forward. I could hear the slap of his belly on my ass. I could feel my ass shake at each final push, and his balls touch my pussy as they rocked forward against my now sopping cunt.  Then he would repeat the slow slide out, in again, out, and then a violent shove, Wap!

I watched him in the mirror. All I could see was his stomach and chest as he fucked me. His eyes were shut part of the time. His hands gripped me at the waist. His chest and neck were flushed. I grunted each time he slammed home in my ass. Slap, grunt—slap, grunt—slap, grunt, an animal display.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my ass and quickly flipped me onto my back, my head hanging partway off the foot of the bed.  He grabbed my legs behind my knees and lifted them up, exposing my hungry cunt.  He placed first one then the other over his shoulder, grabbed me where my thighs meet my body and pulled me toward him, toward his engorged meat.  I leaned up slightly and could see his member, red, hard and erect, swinging between his legs while grazing my open cunt lips, his balls hanging loosely down between his thighs.  He reached between us and, taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down my slit. I yelped each time his spongy cock head slid deliciously over my clit.  I hunched my hips repeatedly, wanting his cock in me.

He leaned down, pushing my thighs up until they touched my tits, compressing them slightly, and causing my hips to roll up. I felt his cock slip against my opening and then to push in, spreading the swollen, sensitive lips wider, wider and wider as it pushed down and down into my hot, moist, self.  I felt him slide down and down and down into me until I could feel his silky pubic hair against my clit and his heavy, cum filled balls against my still partly open anus. I sighed a long, long exhale of pleasure. He kissed me, his tongue wide and wet in my mouth.  My hips rocked against him several times in little “fuck me” motions, my hands slid down his back to his rump, I squeezed this ass cheeks, spreading them and reaching down until my fingertips touched behind his nut sack.  I pulled him tightly against me and rubbed my clit against the root of his dick urgently seeking his cum.

He rested his head between my neck and shoulder and began to pump his swollen penis into me with long sliding motions. My fluids coated his cock and he slid easily out and it, out and in. He set a languid pace and my hips responded in the age-old counterpoint to his mating.  I felt the tingling in my stomach; my nipples were on fire where they were rubbed against my pressing thighs, my anus was now covered with my sexual slime as he stroked me.  I kept my hands on his ass, tugging at him each time he reached the outstroke. With a small groan I tugged him into me again and again, feeling his heavy balls, now wet with me, coming to rest against my grasping asshole again and again. I felt him breathing against my neck each time he plowed home.

He rose up, his head above my knees as his pace picked up. “Elaine,” he said, “I have to cum… I’m going to cum.”

“Where to you want to cum?” I said, my voice raw, the tendons in my neck beginning to contract during the first wave of my orgasm. My face, neck and upper chest felt aflame.

“Your mouth, “ he said, his eyes clinched shut, “I want to cum in your mouth,” he almost yelled in a raspy voice.  I spread my legs as he rose up, pulling his organ from my cunt and gripping it tightly in one hand.  My hands went for my pussy, two fingers on one hand rubbing my clit furiously and the two from another plunging into my hot hole; my breasts compressed between my forearms.  He moved his knees up to either side of my ribcage, resting his ass on my breasts, my juices dripping from his cock and balls onto my neck.  I opened my mouth wide, my tongue a welcoming ramp for his sperm.  He bent forward, and stroked his cock furiously as he placed the head on my flattened tongue.  He came with a force that surprised me, the first jet streaking across my tongue and deep into my throat.  I choked just as he forced his dick into my open mouth. Quickly I closed my lips around his organ as it leaped and bucked like a live thing spewing white ropes of cum into my waiting mouth. 

His ass cheeks ground against my breasts, electrifying my nipples and my hands worked my cunt. Just as he tried to force his entire cock into my mouth, I came. I came with such power that I almost fainted. My stomach crunched up, my chin was pulled down by the force of the muscle pulls in my neck, my legs spasmed, and cum gushed from my now red cunt.  My body was covered with me from my belly button almost to my knees.  I felt some of his sperm back up my nose as I choked on his cock as he forced it deeper into my throat.

He pulled back and I opened my mouth,  gasping for air, his spunk covering my lips and dripping from the corners of my mouth. He knelt above me milking his bright red penis, squeezing sperm out of it into my still open mouth and onto my forehead and cheeks.  His foreskin nearly covering his now tender cock head each time he stroked down on his penis. His eyes glittered as he worked his cock, his balls still dripped my honey onto me, they hung so low now, two distinct orbs in a wrinkled pink sack covered in silky, wet hair.

I went limp, my arms falling, spread wide, to the bed. My legs fell akimbo, forming mirrored “L” shapes, my heels almost touching.  He slumped over, his penis now touching my neck, the weight of him off my breasts.

“That was unbelievable,” he said, falling onto his side, pinioning one of my arms to the mattress.

I couldn’t talk. I savored the taste of his seed. It was slippery and sweetly salty, and somewhat bitter with a musky after taste.  I sneezed some sperm from my nose. He reached over and wiped it from my upper lip.

“Yum, “ I said.

He laughed, and as our bodies began to cool, he suggested we clean up in the shower. Once in the hot water, we soaped each other being gentle with the now tender parts of our bodies, my nipples, pussy, particularly my clit, and my anus, and his penis, the tip of which caused him such pleasurable pain that he pulled it from my soapy hand when I stroked down to the end.  Anyway, we were playful, and had a nice reunion. He was more like my fuck-buddy from the old days than the man who had so erotically inspected my kneeling body and roughly violated my ass, cunt and mouth.

Afterwards we dressed, kissed a sweet peck, and he suggested that I leave first and he would follow in a few minutes.  He said that he would e-mail me the other pictures, but said there weren’t as many as there had been. He had been afraid that his wife would find them on his computer, so he had trashed most of them, keeping just a few in a file, nested in a file, nested in a file.

Grabbing my purse with the unused Kentucky Jelly inside, I went outside. There were now about two inches of snow on the ground, so I had to clean my windshield before I drove off to make my real appointment at the hairdresser.  I felt absolutely wonderful.

However, maybe because of the time Pete spends at work, he's often too tired to satisfy me in the bedroom. I didn't think it mattered as I became content with the material goods and creature comforts that made me the envy of my friends and family.

Last summer, we booked a beautiful secluded apartment on a Greek island and as we arrived, I could feel my tensions unwind as i looked forward to a fortnight of relaxation, good food and wine and lots of sex. We got friendly with the only other English couple in the complex whose apartment shared a communal balcony with ours.

Although Dave and Alison were over ten years older than us, they certainly lived life to the full - active days, late nights, they both seemed to live in the fast lane - and they seemed to have a sex life to match! Dave in particular had a certain finesse and sophistication that I found intoxicating and his body was to die for too! Often i lay awake at night (Pete snoring beside me pissed as a rat after a night on the booze) as i was subjected to the sounds of Dave and Alison making love through the partition wall.Judging by the gasps and moans that I emanated, he was as experienced and skilled in the sack as he seemed to be at everything else.

How i envied them both as on the occasions that Pete didn't collapse in a drunken stupor, our lovemaking had become predictable and routine. When I mentioned  as much to Ali one night (after a few too many Metaxas) she confided that Dave was always finding new ways to keep the spice in their  love life. She told me that they had made love on the balcony,on the beach under the stars ("God how I'd love to have witnessed that" I thought) and that they had even joined the 'mile high' club on the plane journey over to Greece.

Whilst i didn't consciously set out to seduce Dave, i suppose the envy and natural attraction towards this gloriously sexy guy made me vow to seize any opportuntiny to sample his lovemaking if ever the chance occurred.

And it did. On the last night, we all reminisced about the holiday as we shared a bottle of Ouzo.After a while, Ali asked to be excused as she needed to pack for the flight the following morning which left the three of us. I felt sexy and attractive; the relentless sunshine had given me a golden tan and I had accentuated this with a skimpy pure white cotton frock which i hoped would please Dave. I spied him holding my gaze for just a little longer than was strictly necessary as we joked and chatted. Pete was meanwhile sinking the ouzo at a rate of knots that meant he would shortly be out for the count. Normally I would have told him to slow down but the thought of being alone with Dave (who was his usual controlled sophisticated self) was something i was keen to experience and so I let Pete carry on drinking himself to oblivion. After a few minutes, Pete staggered to the loo , excusing himself  as he tottered off. Predictably, he didn't return and as i checked up on him I found that he had crashed fully clothed on our bed and was snoring like Rip van Winkle. I knew this was my heaven sent opportunity and as i ventured back out to the balcony I knew I needed to act quickly.

I was so aroused by this time , i no longer cared if I got rejected and seizing my chance i shamelessly grabbed hold of Dave by the arm and pulled him close to me and kissed him. Oh God, the relief and excitement when he responded completely grabbing the cheeks of my bum through my flimsy cotton dress as he held me tight, our tongues darting between each other's lips exploring, devouring one another. I swear I would have swallowed him whole at that point if i'd been able, there was two weeks' worth of pent up arousal that needed to be satisfied and i was going to make sure this delicious sexy man knew how badly i needed him.The thought that Alison or Pete may wake up at any moment only intensified my feelings; I was fed up at being neglected and felt it was only fair that I had a chance to discover the exquisite thrills that Alison had enjoyed repeatedly over the past fortnight.

I led Dave by the hand into our apartment as I figured that Pete was less likely to wake up from his Ouzo induced sleep than Alison.Also part of me wanted him to pay for the neglect in the bedroom and it seemed fitting that I was to seduce Dave on 'home territory'. He sat back luxuriously on the sofa as I wrestled with his shorts, desperate to free that gorgeous plonker that I knew had given Alison so much pleasure. And i wasn't disappointed; it was just as beautiful as I had imagined - already rock hard and fabulously thick - no wonder it had Ali squealing with delight every time he shagged her !

I shamelessly gobbled and sucked on his big veiny tool. It was truly wonderful; much longer and thicker than Pete's and i needed it inside my pussy so very very urgently......

I couldn't risk being interrupted so I pulled his im, easing his shorts off and climbed astride him wriggling so that his juicy dick was fully inside me. And sweet Jesus it felt good - no wonder Ali howled like a banshee when she came , this was a plonker that could fill a girl to the hilt.Watching in the mirror, I saw him grip me by the hips as he fucked me mercilessly making my entire body quiver and shake with the effort and release of orgasm.God it was fucking amazing - I felt his hand cover my mouth as I groaned as i came in tremendous waves on his massive prick - I had lost all sense of where i was and no longer cared that my husband was asleep no more than ten feet away. Dave expertly rubbed my clit as i rode him - i felt that I was going to pass out with pleasure i was so turned on I'd never felt so horny by anything I'd ever done with Pete. Dave was thrusting so fiercely that I was being tossed around like a helpless rag doll and I couldn't have been more ecstatic - it was unbelievably bloody good - so deep and he had such strength and stamina I was in heaven. I just needed to be possessed by this incredible fuckable hunk as I came repeatedly in huge spasms.Just then I felt him tense beneath me as he tweaked my nipples and called out "Rach, Rach I'm gonna come inside you" and with that outburst he emptied his seed deep inside me.

I felt like a queen as I lay on top of him, utterly spent and kissed him as our lust subsided.Briefly, I panicked as i realised we hadn't used any protection - before smiling to myself - if Dave could manage something with one fuck that Pete and I hadn't managed in ten years of marriage then so be it.

With great reluctance, I returned to Pete who was still stretched out comatose. For the first time I despised him and was pleased with myself that i had grab this chance of sexual fulfillment. The next day Dave and I managed a quick snog and grope at the airport and Dave has contacted me since to let me know that he is staying over on business in my area next week and would I like to meet him for dinner and who knows? I've told him that dinner would be nice and very respectable but it's the afters i'm looking forward to - hopefully involving me riding that wonderful juicy cock once again. When it happens, i'll be sure to let you know.

I sat at my desk and somehow my hand found its way into my jeans. I started stroking my tingling cock as I played each video.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the guy in one of the pictures who was fucking a Latina slut with a fat pussy to kill for. The guy was fucking and sucking her brains out after they’d just met her minutes ago at a park.

Why can’t things like that ever happen to me? The guys in porno flicks have all the luck. I’d love to fuck a hot slut that I just met, but stuff like that never happens to me.

I forced the thought out of mind and forced myself to think about the videos of Tatiana. Just as I was getting into it, my leg started vibrating. My pager was going off.

I work for a plumbing company. I’m on call during work hours, so I spend most of that time doing whatever I want until a call comes in.

I swear those people have the worst timing. They always call when I’m deep into something I enjoy, like jacking off, for instance.

I called my dispatcher, Susie. She said, “Victor, let me run a name past you: Lydia Newman. Does that name ring a bell?”

“No, should it?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s a customer that you serviced just a few days ago and she’s already calling back complaining that her pipes won’t stop leaking since you came out there.”

My hard-on was dwindling away. I started pulling my jeans back up as I scrolled through my mental rolodex of customers that I’d serviced in the last few days. I remembered Lydia Newman.  She was a fox, a few years older than me but sexy as hell and very flirtatious.

I said, “Susie, I apologize about the pipes, but they were working fine when I left and she seemed happy. She even gave me a twenty-dollar tip.”

“Regardless of that, she still made a re-call, so this time I want you to get it right. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She read off Ms. Newman’s address. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but for some reason, that address didn’t sound right.

“Be prompt,” Susie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every curse word I could think of.

I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wanted—no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn’t have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet.

Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Lydia’s house seemed different too. This neighborhood was a lot nicer than what I remembered. This was a more expensive area with great landscaping and houses the size of small apartment buildings. It didn’t look familiar at all.

Something just wasn’t right.

She even answered the door in a strange way—on the first knock. I usually had to wait a minute for the customer to get to the door.

But the person who opened the door was indeed the woman who had been flirting with me a couple days earlier. The only difference was she looked a lot better today. Her makeup and hair was done and she was wearing some kind of one-piece, wrap-around skirt that looked like she’d taken it out of an old Japanese movie. It was very colorful and showed an ample amount of cleavage.

“Hi, you called?” I said as I struggled to keep my gaze focused on her eyes instead of her breasts. My cock started sliding down my leg.

She stepped to the side to let me in. “I think I have a leak under the sink. You could come take a look at it,” she said. She closed the door and locked it.

I wasn’t sure if Lydia remembered me, but she showed no signs of recognition.

I followed her through the house and complimented her on it just to see her reaction. There was none. She just said thanks and kept leading the way.

We arrived at a small bathroom just beyond the stairs. “It’s in there,” she pointed.

I took a look in the half-bathroom. There wasn’t any water on the floor, nor a bucket under the faucet to catch leaking water. “Under the sink?” I asked, dumbfounded.

I sat on the floor to get a better look, examined every inch of pipe carefully. “I don’t see a leak.”

“Well, there’s gotta be because I’m feeling all wet all over,” said Lydia.

I looked up. She had that sexy expression from days ago when she was flirting with me and I thought maybe she was doing it again. There was something sexual in the way she said her last statement.

“Excuse me?” I chuckled.

Her wrap-around was split in the front and I could see glimpses on her bald pussy as she smiled and stepped over my outstretched legs.

My cock reacted immediately and started sliding a little farther down my thigh.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Lydia.

She kneeled in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. She opened the skirt fully, revealing a pouty cunt with traces of juice between the lips.

“Oh, my god!” I blurted.

It was obvious what she wanted and I felt the same way, plus I was still very horny from the videos I'd seen.

She placed her hand over her snatch. A red fingernail disappeared between the swollen outer lips, and then reappeared as she slowly masturbated in front of me.

“It’s wet all over. See?”

I slid forward as my cock grew even stiffer. I touched her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and spread her thighs a little wider.

I touched the tender mound, then started thumbing along the outer lips and let my thumb slip between them. She was right. It was saturated. She was hornier than me, if you can believe that.

Her breathing got heavier and her legs started trembling. “Do you think you can fix it?” she moaned.

“If I can get my tool out, I’m sure I can do something about it.” It sounded corny, but that’s what they would have said in a porno.

She stood, said, “Come with me.”

I followed her to the living room. She motioned for me to sit on the couch. She kneeled between my legs, unzipped my pants, and reached inside.

“Is this your tool?” she joked, but her mood turned serious as she fondled my cock. She was surprised at how big and thick it was and I wasn’t fully hard yet.

She pulled it and started kissing and licking it. She closed her soft lips around the head and slid her tongue from side to side, and then she started going down, down further, and down some more until she’d consumed almost the full length of my shaft. My cock grew to full erection inside her mouth.

She pulled it out, kissed it, and resumed slurping the bulky meat stick.

“Yeah. Yeah, oh, suck that,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back and let her have her way with it. The air was filled with the sounds of her lips smacking on my cock.

When I opened them I noticed the pictures on the entertainment center. None of them were pictures of Lydia.

That’s when it all made sense. This wasn’t her house. She had borrowed a friend’s house to fuck me away from home. But why?

I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Lydia had her lips pressed firmly on my cock.

Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, “Let me help you get out of these pants.”

Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck at home.

I lifted my pelvis off the couch as she pulled my pants to the floor.

Now I could open my legs wider and give her better access to my cock. She took my prick whole to the back of her mouth and pulled it out with a loud pop.

“Oh, yeah.”

“More comfortable?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

We went on like this for minutes with her deep-throating me, kissing all around my cock, slurping my balls, and stroking pre-cum out of my cock so she could savor its flavor.

When she was done, my whole pelvic area was soaked in her saliva and my cock was jumping like crazy.

She stood up and turned around. She bent over reaching between her legs for my dick. She started stroking it up and down, keeping it rock hard as I stared at her beautiful ass and the pussy lips that decorated the middle of it.

She rubbed the head along the lips. It was hot like an oven, and very tight, yet the head slipped in and out without a problem.

Lydia was teasing me, making me want her more by the sight, sound, and feel of my cock head slipping around and about on her wet cunt.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let it slip inside. It was an easier entry than I’m used to. Lydia’s pussy adjusted quickly to accommodate my girth, which was remarkable considering she was holding her legs pressed close together, which made her hole seem that much tighter.

She kept easing back on my hard prick until I felt her ass cheeks touch my hips. My cock was throbbing inside her. I don’t know if she could feel it, but it was driving me nuts with the desire to cum in her pussy.

She started moving. It was an in-and-out motion at first, and then she started grinding from side to side, enjoying the pleasurable width of my eager cock.

“It’s so good,” I said. “Yeah, ride my cock. Ride it. Ride that pussy on my cock.”

She started bouncing and grinding more aggressively. Soon, we were both moaning in ecstasy.

“You’re so tight!” I grabbed a handful of ass and aided in bouncing her wet pussy on my hard dick.

My balls started tightening and I prepared myself for what I thought would be the best orgasm of my life. But just as I was reaching my peak, she stood up and my cock fell out with loads of shiny pussy juice covering its entire length.

Lydia lay on the other couch and opened her legs wide, then parted her sweet pussy lips and waited for me come plug her pink hole.

She was gorgeous and so erotic lying there in such a compromising position. She started fingering her clit as I entered her. She kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Her pussy felt good with her on her back but I liked it better when she was riding me backwards on the couch. As tight as her cunt was now, it seemed much tighter before. Then I figured out why.

“Pull those legs back for me, baby,” I ordered.

Both legs went skyward, straightened out, and touched at the ankle.

The space in her hole decreased by half and I could feel the walls squeezing firmly against my meat.

I started easing in and out of her once more. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Lydia’s moaning kept getting louder as she mirrored my movements. Her toes curled up and I knew she must be having an orgasm.

“Ooh, yeah,” she whispered through heavy breathing as hot pussy juice spilled all over my hard cock. “Some more…I wanna leak some more,” she moaned.

She had no idea how sexy she looked cumming all over my cock right now.

I could feel an orgasm growing inside me. I started fucking her snatch harder, my hips smacking her tender ass.

“You’re just making me wetter. Yeah, yeah,” she cried out.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“All over my face.”

The thought of cumming all over this married slut’s face was all that was needed to bring me over the edge. Cum started welling inside my balls in a tension-filled moment as I continued pounding Lydia’s sweet muff.

“I want to taste it,” she said.

That was it! Hot Damn!

“Come here,” I said.

She brought her head around and licked at my shaft as she stroked it.

I could feel cum making its way up my rod. My eyes grew wide open so I could take in every erotic second of what was about to happen.

Lydia grabbed it with both hands and started stroking harder as white spoo splattered all over her eyes, face, and mouth. Her face twisted into an expression that resembled a lunatic as she eagerly milked me of every drop of cock juice.

She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my sensitive cock head and used it to smear cum all around her lips.

She looked up at me. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just thanked her.

“You’re welcome,” she said in that sexy whisper of hers.

I told her she could call me anytime, but she was already planning on calling me the next time she needed her “leak” fixed.

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 I do think I will need to be 'forced' into this.  I am like a moth searching the flame, so I will come closer and closer... but ultimately I fear to be burnt.  I dream I will find a man who will force me to be stupid.  A sane mother of two and 'loyal' married wife doesn't go onto the Internet and agree to webcam for strange men.  I want to be made to do it.  I want a Black man to tell me that I 'owe' it to Him.  For white guilt.  For the shameful ways that Niggers were treated as slaves.  It is my turn to make amends.  I have excited my stud now, and I have to make him happy.

 I won't do anything illegal or harmful to my kids... but I will take risks. The danger of getting caught excites me.  I think I actually want to get caught in most of my fantasies.  A couple of years ago I was playing with a white guy online in another situation.  He ordered me to undress in front of an opened window while some of the neighbor college boys were in their backyard having drinks.  I obeyed and it turned me on so much to know that they all unquestionably saw me as a slut.  I don't know how close I was to getting fucked that night, but I want to be pushed to the limits.  I want to be corrupted and I don't think there is a place I can't imagine going.

 Dreams are so amazing.  Anything can happen.  I could hear the phone ring at any moment.  Maybe my husband will answer it... or maybe someone else in my family will?  It could be my new lover calling.  "Put Leta on the phone" He will command.  Or maybe he will order 'the slut' to be put on the phone.  It is such a danger to me... but I dream of it.

 I really want more.  I want it real... not just in a dream.

 I want cock.  Black cock.  I want cum,  I want a Big, Black, Nigger Cock to cum in my very unprotected pussy.  Honestly, if I am told to do it... I will take fertility treatment to ensure that I will be ready to conceive for my Black Master when we get together the first time.

 My husband will positively be devastated.  Sometimes he does watch some Interracial themed movies with me, but he is definitely not into them like I am.  michael is racist... and in a bad way.  he thinks he is better than any minority.  For my perfect dream, I think I definitely want michael to be reeducated in some very serious ways.  I will let my Nigger Master decide what is best for michael, but my own fantasies go crazy and again I don't think I have a limit what I can dream of.  michael could be made to go gay.  he could be forbidden from ever touching me again.  he could be just beaten or much, much worst.  I can imagine it all, and it all excites me.  I guess, I would love to hear some ideas about this from my potential Masters if they have any,

 I definitely have my own ideas what can be done to me.  I think anything can probably be done.  I start with dreaming of becoming black pregnant immediately.  If I could be inseminated today, I would do it... I swear on my children's life.  If I had a Black Man right here... right now... who knew about my lust.  If he ordered me to lay down this very moment.  I do swear I would take it happy.

 Of course, that said... I don't actually go out and just do it.  I think I will need to be 'forced' into things somehow.  I hope someone can figure out how to do this to me.

 Once I am a Nigger's slut... I dream of the most humiliation use and abuse.  I want to be spit on or pissed on.  I want my hair pulled and my face bitch slapped just because the Nigger can do it.  I want to know I am just His.  He owns me.  I serve only His pleasure.

 If I am given to friends then I will fuck them all knowing I still serve my Master.  I represent Him, and I will bring honor to His glory by being the very best white slut I can be for everyone else.  If my Master wanted to tattoo me as property of any Black... I do imagine a mark right on my face.  Something that I could not hide from the public or from my family.  Something that anyone would see and know that I am an owned and loyal Nigger's fuck slut now.

 Of course, a Black Baby would be a good sign.  I want to have one with the darkest skin.  I want to take Him or Her out in public and 'act' like I have 'no choice' but to breast feed.  I guess it might be wrong to involve children in these ideas... but I guess too that I am not a right girl at this moment.

 The Black Lust overpowers me.  I think I am ready for everything.  I was so grateful for all the encouragement I got from my last story.  It was amazing.  I wish as a proper thank you I could line up for every Black Stud that wrote me... get on my back... and just spread for a gang-breeding lottery to see who could be the one?

 A lot of white boys wrote me too, and for all of them I think they are so sweet.  In time I hope to be able to answer everyone.  In my fantasy, maybe they all could be lined up next to my Nigger Lords and after each fuck, one of the white boy's could lick the excess from my freshly fucked pussy?  The sperm inside would have to be left to do the most good though.

 I would like to write a real story here for people to read.  Something that would be more of an adventure.  If anyone wanted to help me, I would love suggestions of what would be the hottest ideas to put in a story.  Should I be a willing cuckolding slut or should I be a fighting rape victim?  Should I have just one Dominant Master, or should a gang of studs take me?  Should my Black Lovers be older than I am or younger?  Upper Class or homeless bums?  Gang Bangers or a school's football team?

 I dream of all of it.  I think other than ever imagining myself dismembered, there is nothing I haven't gotten off to for fantasy.  I can even fear getting snuffed for all this crazy risk I am doing now.

 I do want to be Black Fucked though... so badly... so good.  I want some stud to order me to send Him a plane ticket.  Invite him to come and stay for as long as He wants.  I want to figure a way to obey.  It could take some serious planning, but I bet it could happen.  I want to be fucked in  my own marital bed.  If my husband is tied up and made to watch that would be cool, but maybe he is just drugged so that he can't interfere.  I want a Nigger Master who will make me betray every promise I used to be prisoner too.  I now know my husband doesn't appreciate me the way I need it.  he doesn't excite me the way I need it.

 Unless I get the sex thrill I need, maybe I will have to leave him.  I think a Nigger would be doing my husband a favor my taking me as His slave.  If michael will handle being a cuckold I am sure I could stay his wife at least in name.  And I would be so happy being everything else for my Black Stud.

 I home school my children and it is hard to find too much time to just sit and write.  I had hoped to write more here.  I hope this is hot for people to read too.  I felt I wanted to give something to all the fantastic people who messaged me yesterday.

 If anyone else wants to contact me, my yahoo is still willingwhiteslut@yahoo.com

 I think I am almost too busy as it is now... but I will try to answer all I can, any chance I get to sneak away from michael for even a few minutes.  I love this now.  Thanks

Leta

     We sat at the bar and talked for an hour or so until this annoying couple came over and started blabbing on and on. At that point, I touched her leg as if to say 'can you believe these people?' But she took it differently. She put her hand on my leg and started rubbing. At that point, I was like, 'let's go drink from my mini bar.'

     She said, 'let's go.' As we walked out, I could see angry, jealous men staring at us. I was even more turned on. As we walk out, I decided to test the waters. I grabbed her arm and told her to kiss me. She was all over me.

     I'm a good looking guy, but this chick was legendary. I was thinking, all I have to do is get her up to my room now. We get into the elevator and start kissing again. She took off her heels, which made her my height, and started on my neck.

     As soon as we get into the room, she sits on my bed and unbuttons my jeans. With her smoothe, white hands, she reached into my pants and pulls my cock out and takes it into her mouth. I can't believe it. I'm looking up at the ceiling thinking, 'this is unbelievable.'

     She was so gorgeous that I would have been happy just eating her snatch. She wouldn't wait long enough. We tested every position. I even put my cock in her butt. And what a great ass it was.

Oh, and I sucked her great toes, too.

     And the thing was, I had just been with a 42 year old the night before. I was on a roll. This was just a Saturday night. We had two more nights together. But on Sunday morning, she and her aunt was in the food court. She was wearing a pair white jeans. Her ass looked fabulous. I was thinking to myself, 'my cock was in her ass the night before.'

     The last night together, Monday, we fucked for about 3 hours. She saved the best for last... after some good sex, she asked me to finish by jerkin off. when i got near climax, she took over and swallowed ever drop.

     We talked a few times after that and tried to set up a long weekend, but it never happened. but of the women i've been with, she truly is the best I could have hoped for.

later

One day to her surpise he had replied. He had been sent to Iraq, had joined the Army Reserves after graduating the year before her. He had married shortly before his deployment, but she had cheated and he was planning on divorcing. Somehow she found herself excited eventhough she was in an engagement with a wedding coming quickly. Still she wanted to reach out more.

They began mesaging and talking on instant messenger daily. She couldn't help but to be excited seeing his screenname. Convincing herself all the while it was because they had history of a strong friendship, nothing more. The messaging stops for a few days,  convinced he grew bored she is hurt. One day she gets a message, "Call ###-###-####". She was confused by the message but intrigued. She eagerly dailed the number. Her heart beating fastly as it rang. HE WAS HOME!!! As they spoke for what seemed like an eternity, he told her he would like to see her that night. 

Her fiance being Army himself was gone for a week for training. Leaving her all alone. The oppurtunity was perfect! She flirted mercifully hoping he would get a hint accidently "dropping" erotic pictures "meant for her fiance". This was her chance, her last chance at him.   She planned to lure him over under the pretense that she needed him to buy her, his underage friend, a bottle of rum. 

As they talked some more she finally grew tired of him not picking up on her subtle hints. Finally she told him that his "good deed" would not go unrewarded. She set some ground rules mostly trying to convince herself that she wanted nothing from him. Just a last hoorah before tying her 20 year old self down to a second marriage. 

'I took his phone number.'

Ok, a fantasy email session then.

'And...'

'I called him. Be here at 12'

'Okay, but remember the 8" minimum rule' I sent, smiling.Anticipating tehfollowup messages I took my cock out and started stroking it to hardness.This wasn't the first time we had played this game. I left my email open and was composing my first few messages when, about ten minutes later, my phone chirped again. This time it was a picture message. My wife in a very low cut nighty, fingering her pussy.

'Nice' I sent on email.

Then a few minutes later another picture message, this time of a young man, apparently at her door.

I  thought a minute and then sent..'?'.

'Him'

Now I was really thinking hard. I wasn't expecting that.Tall, slender, dark complexion, maybe 25.

'Well hung looks like'.

I read that slowly the reality dawning on me that she was going to fuck him, or at least make me think she was.

'Hmmm'

'Now is your chance.'

Then..'?'

I decided to call her bluff and sent 'go for it'

 There weren't any more messages for nearly 30 minutes, then another picture message, this time with no text, just a close-up of her pussy oozing cum.

'What? What?'

Then

'What, really?'

Then I put my thoughts  aside. if i were there in similar circumstances i might have been tempted too with an equal temptation. he was young and apparently a stud. Were it me and a good looking young blonde had propostioned me, somebody say 25 or so, with big tits and an alluring smile, I would have thought about it too. especially since she had been gone for nearly amonth and had told me she was soooo horny. What if it was me? and she did let me know, and I had said sure... go ahead.I sent another message to her. 'Mmmm. Good?'

'very.'

'Gone?'

'Yes'

I called immediately. I don't know if she thought I was going to get all emotional or what, but as soon as she answered, before she could say anything I asked only 2 things.

'No kissing? Meet the minmums?'

'None, babe, and yes, by at least 2 inches.'

I asked what she felt like. Was she upset? Was she...what?

'Unsettled a bit, but, he asked if he could come back tomorrow. I told him yes, but only if you said he could.I asked if he would consider you being here with me.And he said absolutely. I told him you wouldn't do him and there was no way he'd ever kiss me.'

I thought about it for a few minutes. 'Call him and tell him I already booked a flight.'

I'm not sure how this will al play out, but it is my sincere belief i am about to experience something with my milf wife I have thought about, something she has told me she did before we met, Something I dreamed about when I was fantasizing. I was about to fuck her along with another man.

She had told me about a time when she was younger one night while we were in bed fucking.A few months before we met eight years ago she had been a young, wild, knocout with a sexual appetite , free and clear of emotioinal hangups One weekend she had tken a trin trip to Denver. Whil on the train a guy sat nest to her and chatted her up for a hundred miles or so, then invited her to the back of the car, where they shared the lav compartment for a quickie, her sitting down at first to suck his cock, then standing and leaning over so he could fuck her.When they got off the train he was met by his roommate and his girlfriend. they took a ride back to their apartment where she smoked some pot, drank some wine, and then found herself getting felt up by teh woman that had met them. Not to seem rude 9so she says) she was returning the favor with great gusto when she felt a hand on her tit, the roomate's.She didn't find it a bad experience, and soon enough had his cock in her hand, when the guy from train started feeling her cunt with one hand and the other woman's tits with the other.. A few more tokes and they were all naked with the other woamn directing the action...lick her here, feel her tits, kiss her, feel my tits. The she told my wife-to -be to get on her hands and knees with her legs spread apart, The roommate slid under her , his cock sticking straight up She lowered herself onto his cock and as it was sliding into her cunt the other guy placed his cock at her ass. She needed no more necouragement, but the woamn kept saying fuck her, hard, harder.... nad then my wife couldn't talk because she had the woman's mouth on hers, their tongues playing with each other, two huge cocks pounding into her, and pot and wine in her head. In the morning , full of cum and loving every drop of it, she went her way.

Now I was about to share this , years after the fact.

'Remember your story about the train?'

'Oh, yes. But that was no story.'

'Tomorrow night'

'I can't wait. I've wanted to do that agin with you since I met you but couldn't quite bring myself to suggest it. I loved the feel of two big cocks in me, and now tomorrow...'

'See you then. Red lipstick (my favorite), eye shadow, something sexy on...'

I will,' She said. 'Bright red, dark shadow, sexy as hell, slutty all the way. And slutty all night long.'

I can't wait.

let me know what you think. I'll let you know how it turns out , if you ask. gokothegiant@yahoo.com