I was so turned on, both by the fantasy of having a cock up my ass and by the fact that my lover had come in his pants because I’d made him so hot on the phone, that my thighs were coated with my juices. As soon as the vibrator was in my ass, I turned it on to its lowest setting, and when Timmy told me to turn it on, I laughed as I told him I already had. But then I turned it on high, and I started shoving both of those fake cocks in and out of both my holes. I had to stop every once in a while to give my clit a little attention. Soon my hips were bucking off the bed, and I could hardly get enough breath to describe to Timmy what I was doing.
And all the while Timmy’s sexy, throaty voice was in my ear, talking dirty to me, saying, “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you, baby? That’s it, hot girl, fuck me harder! Come on, babe, show me how you like it. Come on, be my dirty little bitch!” I was moaning and gasping now, slamming those cocks into my pussy and my ass, just loving every inch of them and wishing it could really be Timmy’s cock in my cunt and another guy’s in my backside.
Then Timmy asked me if I wanted a sexy girl eating my clit and pussy while I got double-dicked, and in between my pants and moans, I could only whimper, “Yes, yes! Oh God, fuck me, Timmy, fuck my cunt harder! I need it, baby! I need to be a dirty girl!”
Timmy had gotten hard again, and he told me he was playing with his hot meat as he listened to me working myself into a frenzy of excitement. Even after I came I didn’t want to stop, and Timmy encouraged me to go on, saying he knew I could come again. And I did!
Timmy was now working toward his own second orgasm, and I started telling him in detail what I wanted to do to him. “I want to have you in my ass, and another cock in my cunt,” I said.
“Don’t you want a tongue on your clit, too?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I panted. “And a cock in my mouth as well.”
“Oh, so you want all your holes filled, do you?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, God, yes, I want to get fucked full of cock! I want to ride you, baby,” I went on huskily. “I want to tease your cock with my pussy, pulling almost all the way off you, and then slamming my cunt down and grinding my clit into you.” Through all this I was still shoving those big fake cocks in and out of my ass and my slit. “Then, when you’re getting close to coming, I want you to flip me over and fuck the shit out of me! I want to feel your balls slapping my ass!”
At this point, Timmy started moaning and I could tell he was coming again. I knew the bit about his balls slapping my ass had set him off, as doggie-style is his favorite position.
We were both out of breath, and I had lost track of how many times I had come. I figured we were about ready to end our session, when the love of my life floored me by telling me he was still hard, and asking me if the vibrator in my ass was still turned on. Well, that set off another cycle of pleasure in my body, and Timmy knew it. He always knew.
“That’s it, sweetie,” he encouraged me. “Let it all out, baby, come on, let me hear you fuck me, baby. Come on, dirty girl. Let me hear you fuck me!”
I was moaning and screaming unintelligibly, no longer fucking myself with the vibrators, just holding them deep inside me, the big one buried in my cunt and the small one buzzing away in my ass, and rubbing my clit feverishly. I screamed out my climax just as the recorded phone voice came on, telling us we had one minute left.
We said I love you to each other, lingeringly, and then hung up. I slowly pulled both dildos out of my body and just lay there for a long time, naked, wet, and sweaty, thinking about my fantasies, and about Timmy, and about how I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.
By the way did I mention how we met? I was a prison guard when he was an inmate in my jail, awaiting trial. Isn’t that romantic?
—Name and address withheld
He Kept the Party a Secret From His Wife, Not Knowing She Was the Entertainment
My wife, Jean, and I have been married for twenty years. Jean is a very beautiful woman, thirty-nine years old, five feet three inches tall, with hazel eyes, brown hair and a truly terrific figure.
Last month Lew, a black coworker of mine, invited me to a bachelor party for a college buddy of his. Lew said this was going to be a special party. It seemed that recently he and two of his friends had picked up a white woman at a bar and had taken her back to his place, where all three of the men had gotten fucked and sucked by her for hours. He said she was absolutely amazing. All she wanted was black cock, and they gave her plenty of it that night. Afterward they had invited her to be the special entertainment at the bachelor party, and she had agreed.
Well, I instantly accepted Lew’s invitation, wanting to see what type of woman could take all that black cock. But knowing that my wife would never approve of something like this, I made up a story, telling her I was going to play cards at a buddy’s house.
Jean said that was great, because she’d been asked to work at the hospital that night, and she would not be home till morning. Jean is a registered nurse. I felt kind of bad about lying to her, but I had always been interested in seeing a white woman fucking a black man. I had actually fantasized about Jean doing that, but I knew that would never happen.
When I arrived at the private club where the party was being held, Lew met me at the door. There were about twenty men in all, of all shapes and sizes, and all black. The club was dimly lit, with a DJ stage and a mattress set up on the floor. After I’d had a few drinks, the DJ announced that the party was about to start. He then called out, “Let’s have a big hand for our dancer—Nurse Jean!”
My mouth dropped open. And then onto the stage came my wife. She was wearing a short white one-piece dress, thigh-highs and five-inch heels. All the men started clapping and yelling at the sight of her. I stayed in the back, in the shadows, so she wouldn’t see me.
She danced around a little, circulating among the men, some of whom slid their hands up her dress, and from the way she reacted I was sure their fingers were exploring that beautiful pussy of hers. The guys were going crazy as she went up on the stage, and one of them went up there and removed her dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. So there was my beautiful wife, in only thigh-highs and high heels, in front of twenty black men.
The guy on the stage started to slow-dance with her. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees. Jean made no resistance. The guy then unzipped his pants and pulled out a very large cock. Jean started to lick it up and down, and then put the swollen head in her mouth. The guy grabbed her hair and started to feed her more and more of his dick. Finally the whole thing was down her throat and his balls were bouncing on her chin. Jean was sucking it eagerly as he kept fucking her throat, and the guys kept calling out to her and cheering. The guy went on pumping her mouth for about five minutes. Then suddenly he tensed up, holding his black cock deep in Jean’s mouth, and I saw her throat move as she swallowed the first of many loads she was to take that night.
By now there were twenty more black cocks around her, waiting their turn to shoot their sperm down Jean’s beautiful throat. Jean seemed as eager as they did, and immediately started sucking as many of them as she could. Soon the men’s hands were exploring every part of her luscious body. One guy had her get on all fours and immediately filled her cunt with his black cock, while another stuffed her mouth. Now it became a continuous orgy; as one guy filled her mouth or cunt with his sperm, another would immediately take his place, so that my wife was never without two black pricks inside her. This went on for what seemed like hours as these guys took turns fucking my wife. I had never seen anything like it. Jean never seemed to get tired; she just kept begging and screaming for more.
Finally Lew came up to me in the back of the room and asked me why I wasn’t getting in on the action. I then confessed to him that Jean was my wife. Lew was very taken aback, and began to apologize; but I told him no apology was needed. He asked me if I wanted him to stop the party, and I said no, please continue. Lew then said tha
t if it was okay with me he wanted to fuck Jean up the ass. I told him to go for it.
Lew went back on stage, where the last of the men had just fallen away from Jean, and put his prick in her mouth. She sucked him for about ten minutes before he drew away and told her to lie down on her back. He then got between Jean’s legs and inched his quite large tool up her sloppy cunt. Jean moaned with pleasure as he slid his dick deeper into her pussy, and I could only marvel at the intensity of her passion, even after all the fucking she’d done that night.
After plunging his stiff tool repeatedly into my wife’s cunt, Lew pulled out and heaved her legs up onto his shoulders. He then placed the head of that black rod against her asshole and started to work it in. He managed to get a good piece of his pole up her squirming ass, and then picked up the pace, fucking her as hard as possible. Jean was emitting cries of animal ecstasy as I came up on the stage. I pulled out my prick and stuck it into her mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise and wonder as she looked up at me, and that is when I told her I loved her.
—B.L., Santa Fe, New Mexico
A Business Meeting Leads to Pleasure When a Phone Call Changes His Life
I’ve never written a letter to your magazine about my sex life before, but then again I’ve never encountered a woman like Laurie before either.
Laurie works for a company that my advertising firm does business with. On several occasions I’d tried to make an appointment with her to discuss the possibility of her company using my company as a supplier of content and campaigns, but she wouldn’t even take my phone calls. Then one day out of the blue I got a call from her asking if I’d like to take a meeting.
I’d heard from some associates—and later learned from experience—that Laurie could be a real bitch at times, and I wasn’t sure how I should handle things. Looking back now, I probably sounded as nervous as I felt. When we spoke her phone voice was anything but cordial. In fact, her exact words to me were, “If you want your company to do an advertising piece for us, be here at my office tomorrow at eleven o’clock in the morning.”
I said, “Yes, ma’am,” just before she hung up on me.
I showed up at her office as instructed and was met in the front lobby by not one but two fairly large men. The pair escorted me into a conference room and introduced me to an absolutely beautiful woman. Imagine a mix of Heather Locklear and Ashlyn Gere in a tight skirt and heels and you’ll have an idea of how hot she is. If I felt intimidated before our meeting I was thoroughly intimidated then, because not only was I finally meeting the infamous Laurie but her two goons stayed in the room with us for our entire conference.
Surprisingly enough the meeting went wonderfully. Laurie was just like one of the guys except for the form-fitting black skirt and black high heels. We talked and talked for about three hours, discussing both business and pleasure. It was during the latter part of the conversation that I found out Laurie was unhappily married.
After that first meeting, we worked closely together for a few months. As people who work closely sometimes do, we flirted off and on but it was nothing serious at first. Little chat sessions in my office became a regular occurrence on Friday afternoons. Then one day I told her very casually that if she ever thought about having an affair, I wanted to be at the top of her list. She laughed and said I must be kidding with her, adding that it was time for her to go.
I got up from my desk and walked her to the door but asked her not to open it. Almost instinctively she turned to face me and we melted into an earth-shattering kiss. She held my face in her hands and sucked my tongue like we’d been lovers forever. Then without a word she just opened the door and left.
Although I work in a professional setting, I ride my Harley to work on Fridays. One particular Friday I knew that Laurie was on her way to the tanning salon and the beauty salon to have her nails done, so I thought I’d wait outside for her and catch her on the way out. Little did I know that not only would I get a longer version of our first kiss but I’d learn how hot she thought my Harley and I really were. After a bit of necking and light foreplay I left her feeling like I was on top of the world.
We talked on the phone every day for months after that, discussing our families, our jobs, our past lovers. I’d become accustomed to going by her house every now and then. Her husband loved my Harley, and even invited me to drop by over the holidays, even though we both knew that probably wouldn’t happen.
With Thanksgiving coming up we figured we wouldn’t get to talk for several days what with our separate familial obligations and travel plans. I had to see Laurie again though, so I told her I had a place just out of town and said that if she could get away the following Saturday morning I’d be there. Luckily for me, when Saturday came so did she!
I waited for her at the end of my long gravel driveway, searching the roads in both directions for her SUV. I finally saw her and jumped in while I showed her a nice secluded place to park around the back of my little house, out of eyeshot of my neighbors.
Everything seemed too natural. We sat and talked in the back of her SUV until our hormones started to get the better of us. It started, of course, with a simple kiss. She leaned back and let me unzip her jeans, unbutton her shirt, and remove her underwear. We still hadn’t had sex at that point, so to see her sitting totally naked in front of me took my breath away. Having sex outdoors wasn’t the way I imagined us finally beginning a sexual relationship but my head was absolutely spinning with the possibility, which started to look more and more likely.
Laurie jumped out of the back of the SUV into the gravel and leaves, where she pulled my boots and pants off. When I was finally wearing nothing but my shirt she began slowly licking up my leg, climbing my torso until she ran her tongue along the underside of my cock. She worked me all over, sucking the head and licking the sensitive area between my balls and ass. She gave the type of head that guys dream about!
Laurie was doing everything she could to get the come out of my body and into her mouth. Little did she know she was in for more than she bargained for.
Laurie sucked me for fifteen minutes before I finally laid her down in the bed of her vehicle. I put her on her back with her knees slightly bent and legs far back against her chest. I fucked her slowly at first then flipped her onto her hands and knees and started banging her harder. I didn’t know if she’d have an orgasm our first time together, but I was determined to get her off. My dick may be average but I can fuck until a woman begs me to come.
After about thirty minutes of very intense fucking I turned her back over, raised her legs high in the air, held her by her ankles and proceeded to screw her slow and steady. I bent forward and sucked her nipples, licking around her breasts and down into her cleavage. That was when I noticed that the look in her eyes had gone from animal lust to slight concern. I kissed her and asked her what was wrong. After a moment’s hesitation she said she was worried that since I’d been fucking her for almost an hour and still hadn’t come maybe I wasn’t really attracted to her.
I had to laugh to myself at that one. Little did she know I was so taken by her that I wanted this to be the best sex she’d ever had. She looked up and asked me to come inside her. I told her that if she’d beg me I’d come all over her. Just then she begged me to climax and just like I promised I came all over her tits and stomach.
We were both totally exhausted, covered with sweat and carpet burns. We lay talking, both concerned whether things would be the same between us now, if we’d still enjoy being with each other the way we had or if we’d just ruined everything by spending a great couple of hours fucking. We knew that we had a lot of thinking to do after that. Laurie went home and I went for a ride on my bike.
When we spoke about it a few days later over lunch, Laurie confessed that what was happening between us was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. In me she found someone who was more concerned with her sexual pleasure than his own. After that we spent every spare moment we possibly could—before work, during lu
nch, or after work—naked, hot, sweaty and fucking passionately, all of it done behind her husband’s back.
It wasn’t long before I learned what a sexual being Laurie really was. Our games expanded to include role-playing, phone sex, and even the decision to include friends in our experiences by discreetly telling them about our sex in detail. One of the people I told was my best friend, Joey, a professional businessman who is happily married but lacks passionate sex at home. At times just the detailed descriptions over lunch would force him into his bathroom at work to masturbate.
Laurie and I had discussed performing sex for a third person, and since Joey was fascinated by the sexual adventures I described to him, he seemed like the perfect candidate to see firsthand how Laurie and I put all our erotic inhibitions aside. I asked Laurie what she thought of the idea and to my delight she was all for it. I told Joey and made the plans for our new adventure.
It started with him and me showing up at a hotel out of town and calling Laurie at work. I told her where I was and that Joey was there also. The excitement in her voice let me know she couldn’t wait to get there. When she finally opened the door I thought my heart would burst through my shirt. She walked into the room like she owned the place, smiling from ear to ear. Joey was sitting in a recliner, staring in disbelief at what was about to happen.
Laurie came straight over and gave me one of her hottest, wettest kisses. Snaking her tongue in and out of my mouth, she began to unbuckle my belt and pulled my pants to the floor. Then without so much as a word she stripped me completely naked, with Joey looking on just a few feet away. She took me by the hand and pushed me back into the chair next to Joey’s. By the look on his face you would have thought he was the one about to have sex with her!
In one swift motion Laurie had my dick in the back of her throat and her lips firmly around the base. She played with my balls, rubbed my thighs and massaged my cock when it wasn’t in her mouth. You could tell the only time Joey had ever seen a woman devour a cock as completely as Laurie was while watching a porn movie. I reached down and slowly pulled her skirt up over her hips to expose her beautiful, tanned ass for him.
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