Monday, July 7, 2014

Chloe's Dream byNymphWriter©

Chloe was a mess – she'd used her rabbit vibrator on and in her pussy every night for the last week and it wasn't bringing her the satisfaction it usually did. She hadn't been able to sleep without it, and that sleep wasn't very restful. She would still toss and turn all night only to wake up exhausted and frustrated.

Actually, she hadn't slept well for the last three years since her husband had died, but the past week had been extra rough, and she didn't know why. The truth was – she knew why, but she didn't want to admit it to herself. There was a tall, handsome man about her age who had moved into her apartment complex just a few doors down from her. He'd been flirting with her for the past month, and Chloe really enjoyed the attention, though she didn't enjoy the guilt that came along with it.

His name was James. He was polite and friendly with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a muscular build that Chloe admired. He had helped her carry groceries to her door, put a spare tire on her car when she awoke to a flat from running over a nail, and always greeted her with a smile, a wave, and a hello. Chloe liked James, but she felt guilty about how she felt as she was still mourning David, her late husband.

Then today things got really strange. All day long she was sure she could smell her husband's cologne, Obsession by Calvin Klein. Yet, when this occurred, she was always alone. Even when she drove home she noticed this scent. She stopped to pick up her mail, and met James at the mailboxes.

"Hey! Chloe!"

"Hi James."

"How are you?" he asked, as he walked up.

"Good."

"Get that tire fixed?"

"Yeah, thanks again for the suggestion. You were right, the guy did try to sell me a new tire."

"Sadly, he thought he could hustle you because you're a beautiful woman."

Chloe took a double take at James. No one had called her beautiful since her husband and she was more than a bit flattered. "Thank you."

James smiled. "You're welcome. Maybe sometime we can go out for coffee. I found a great place just up the street with some great desserts."

"I don't know," said Chloe. She felt the pang of guilt within her stomach.

"I know, your schedule's kinda crazy," said James. "But keep it in mind. Well, see ya around."

Chloe watched him walk away. She debated with herself about taking him up on his offer as it was just coffee as she went to her apartment. Everywhere she looked she was reminded of her loss. Pictures from their wedding and vacations, souvenirs from trips they took, his favorite chair. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. She hated that she found James attractive and was considering accepting his offer of coffee.

Chloe and David were childhood friends and high school sweethearts. The lost their virginity to each other just after the senior prom when they were both 18. David proposed at graduation, and gave her the June wedding of her dreams. David became a firefighter right after graduating a local fire academy. They agreed if they had no children before 30, they would look into adoption. Sadly, David was killed a few years later in an apartment fire after saving a woman and her two children. Chloe knew they were alive because David was a true hero.

She met them at his funeral, where the woman couldn't stop crying or saying what a hero David was for finding her son who was hiding under his bed. David had handed the boy off to a fellow firefighter just moments before the floor went out underneath him. David fell to his death though his team fought to save his life. Chloe wept as she remembered David and courage.

There was a dull ache in her head that was growing stronger, and her crying wasn't helping. Chloe decided to take a hot bath before going to bed in hopes of making her headache go away. Unfortunately, it only grew worse, and after taking some pain killers, Chloe collapsed in her bed naked for the first time in over three years, and quickly fell asleep.

~*~*~*~

Chloe felt a hand stroke her hair and touch her arm. She opened her eyes to see David lying next to her. "David?" she whispered.

He placed his finger gently on her lips and said, "Shhhh."

"But how?"

David leaned in and kissed her deeply. His hazel eyes burned with lust and desire as he stroked her light brown hair. His hand trailed down her body and caressed her ample breast. Chloe reached out and touched his face. She could feel the black stubble on his cheeks as he pushed her back and began kissing down her neck.

Chloe had longed for his touch since he died, and though she knew it was a dream, it felt so real. David kissed down her neck and began suckling her right nipple. Chloe gasped as she felt his lips suckle her, his tongue tease her. She ran her fingers though his brown hair as he tweaked her nipples.

David looked up at Chloe and smiled wickedly. "I want to make love to you Chloe. I want to hear you scream and make you cum."

Chloe smiled. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your seed inside me."

It was their usual banter when they made love. Chloe mimicked these words when she got desperate enough to masturbate. Hearing them from his voice was much different than they was it sounded from her voice over the last week. David kissed his way down her stomach, making Chloe giggle. His hands slid down her body as he pushed her legs apart. Chloe trembled as she felt David kiss down her hips, and around her pubic hair. He breathed in her musky scent, then kissed her labia. Chloe gasped as she felt his lips.

'It can't be a dream,' she thought to herself.

David slid a finger into her pussy, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Chloe's heart raced, her body shook, she felt sweat cover her naked body. He added a second finger and they curled within her pussy, hitting her g-spot, making her purr. Her mind raced from the sensations that raced through her body. Still sure it was dream mixed with a memory, she savored the feeling of her dead husband's touch.

"Oh David!" she cried. "I'm going to cum!"

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as her orgasm raged through her body. The air was filled with the scent of her climax and the aroma of Obsession. Chloe could hear David snicker as she orgasmed. It was a sound she hadn't heard in so long. He always snickered when she'd orgasm like this. She felt his fingers withdraw as he climbed up her body.

"Make love to me David," she whispered.

"With pleasure," he replied.

The head of his cock touched her outer lips. The sensation sent sparks though her body. How she had longed for this feeling just once more time. To feel her husband's cock fill her the way only he had ever done was something Chloe had longed for since his death. Yet, none of her dreams had felt this real before.

David's cock entered her pussy, filling her the way he had so many times before. He sighed as he felt the walls of his wife's pussy surround his member. Her tight vaginal walls welcomed him like an old friend. Chloe moaned softly as they began to make love. She wrapped her arms around his back, and her legs around his hips.

David began to pump and thrust until he was fully inside her. "Oh fuck Chloe, you feel amazing."

"You feel pretty amazing too," she gasped.

David moved slowly at first, with Chloe meeting him thrust for thrust. They kissed, hugged, and made love. Chloe stared deeply into David's eyes, still sure she was enjoying a most intense erotic dream, but not questioning the feelings. A second orgasm raged through her body causing her to scream.

David pulled out and said, "Please Chloe, roll over."

Chloe smiled. She rolled over onto her stomach and quickly got onto her knees. David grabbed her hips. "May I please, have your ass, Chloe?"

It was the one area that David had always requested, and Chloe had never let him have, until now. "Yes David, you may."

David slid his rock hard cock into her pussy, rewetting it one more time, then pulled it out, and pressed the head against her rosebud. "It will hurt a bit Chloe, but I promise to go slow."

"I know David."

David pushed in and Chloe cried out. He froze in place, waiting. The tightness of her ass was more than he expected. Soon, he felt her body relax and loosen up just slightly. "Ready for more baby?"

"Yes," she gasped.

The pain had passed, and the pleasure started to take hold. He moved slowly, going in deeper by fractions of an inch each time until finally, he was fully inside her ass. "Oh Chloe! You're so amazing!"

"Thank you!" she moaned.

David fucked Chloe's ass slowly at first, then began to speed up. He felt his own climax approaching. "I'm going to cum Chloe."

"Fill my ass David!"

David smiled wickedly. He thrust harder until he felt his cock pulse as his cum filled her ass. David released a primal growl as Chloe's pussy soaked his balls. David leaned over and kissed her back and shoulders. He lowered her down as he slowly slid his cock from her ass. David lay next to Chloe and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

"I have missed you so much Chloe."

"And I've missed you too," she said with tears in her eyes.

"And I know you felt guilty about that man asking you out for coffee."

"How did you-"

"Just trust me," he interrupted, "I know. And you are not betraying my memory or our love."

"Really?"

"Really Chloe," said David as he kissed her hair. "You need to start living your life. You need to move on. I'm fine, really. It's okay for you to love another. Your heart is more than big enough to love another man."

"And you won't be hurt?"

"I'm more hurt about the way you've been living. That's not what I wanted for you ever. I know my death broke your heart. I know I broke my promise to you."

"What promise?"

"To grow old with you."

"Oh yeah, that."

"If you can forgive me for this, then I can forgive you for living."

Chloe looked up at David, and he began to laugh. "I want to you to live Chloe. Please."

"Okay David, I promise to live."

David kissed Chloe softly and held her as she drifted off to sleep. The sun peeked through her blinds. David rose and stood by her bed. "I love you Chloe. Now please, keep your promise."

David reached down, and his hand passed through her body. "No," he hissed, then looked up. "Please, let me have one last kiss."

He leaned over, and kissed her cheek one last time. Chloe moaned softly as David faded into the morning light.

~*~*~*~

The clock read 10:23 when Chloe opened her eyes. The sun shone brightly in her room. She slowly rose, feeling the strange sensations from her pussy and her ass.

"That was one intense dream," she mumbled as she stumbled into the bathroom.

After a warm shower, she dressed and checked the date. Her rent was due in a few days and since yesterday was payday, she decided to pay it now so she wasn't late. She slipped on a pair of sandals and wandered down to the office. She kept feeling like she was being watched, that David was near.

She stepped into the office and saw James standing there. "James?"

"Hey Chloe!" he said smiling. "What brings you here?"

"Wanted to pay my rent."

"Me too," he said.

"Here's your receipt," said the complex agent.

"Thanks," said James and he began to leave.

"Hey James," Chloe called out as he opened the door.

"Yeah?"

Chloe bit her lower lip nervously, shifted her weight from one foot to another, then she asked softly, "Is that offer for coffee still good?"

James's eyes grew wide. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Um... well... I... um... that is..." stammered James.

"Oh," said Chloe, realizing she had waited too long to say yes.

James glanced at his watch. "Could you give me half an hour to shower and shave?"

Chloe smiled. "You look fine to me."

James smile widened. "Thanks. So meet here in thirty minutes? You might want to change your shoes too. The place is within walking distance, but those shoes don't look much like walking shoes."

Chloe looked down at her feet. James was right, these weren't long-distance walking shoes. "Okay, I'll pay my rent and change my shoes. See ya in thirty."

James walked out, then ran to his apartment. While Chloe paid her rent and returned to her apartment to change her shoes, and her clothes, James showered, shaved, and frantically tried to pick out something to wear. He found a nice collared shirt, and walking shorts. He tied his shoes and checked his reflection one last time. He had wanted to have coffee with Chloe since he first met her the day he signed his lease a month ago. He was sure she'd never say yes, though he kept asking. Yet, today she did. He decided to add a splash of cologne, then headed down and waited in front of the office.

Chloe came walking up a few minutes later wearing a pink blouse, green shorts, and pink tennis shoes. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled.

"Wow," said James, "you look great."

"Thanks," she replied. "You too."

"Ready?"

"Ready."

As they walked away to the outside pedestrian gate, Chloe looked back at the office and for a brief moment, saw David standing by a pole wearing his favorite jeans and fire department t-shirt. "Remember your promise Chloe. Live your life. Your heart is big enough to love another the way you love me. I love you baby."

"I love you too," she mouthed.

"Chloe?" Chloe turned to see James holding the gate open and his hand extended toward her. "You all right?"

Chloe looked back to see David fading away, his smile was the last thing she saw. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, turning on her heels and taking his hand into hers. The scent of his cologne filled her nose. "Is that Obsession by Calvin Klein?"

"Yeah," he said blushing slightly, "it's always been my favorite cologne. Does it bother you?"

"Not in the least. In fact, it's my favorite men's cologne."

James smiled and took her hand, leading her from the complex and down the street. "I'm glad to hear that."

"So tell me a little about yourself, James," Chloe said as they walked.

"Well, I'm a manager at a parts shop. I've never been married, and I still can't believe you said yes."

Chloe smiled as they walked. "The only person who ever called me beautiful was my husband. That was until yesterday. I guess that was enough for me to try again."

"So you're divorced?"

"Widowed."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was he a cop?"

"Firefighter."

James swallowed hard. He now understood why she had turned him down so many times before. "I'm sorry. How long ago?"

"Three years."

"Wow. I mean-"

"It's all right," Chloe interrupted. "It is what it is. He was a good man and a great firefighter. He even saved an entire family the day he died. Don't get me wrong, it hurt like hell. And sometimes, it still does. But if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about him anymore today."

James nodded and they continued to walk. They rounded the corner in silence, then James said, "Chloe."

"Yes James."

"I really meant what I said before."

"About what?"

"About your being beautiful."

Chloe smiled as they entered the small café and sat down at a small booth near the back. They chatted happily over hot coffee and fresh lemon meringue pie.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Anya the Shameless Panty-Pooper by Arthur Saxon meganeura@hotmail.com

Anya paused by a stand of wonderbras and pushed. A long, soft poo emerged from her anus and curled up in the back of her panties, nestling against her buttocks. Anya smiled at the feeling and pushed again, squeezing out a second turd into her panties. This one was longer and thicker than the first, but still she could feel that there was more to come. She strained again, and a third poo began to come out. There was little room for it in her overcrowded undies, but she continued pushing, and the back of her panties sagged lower and lower under the increasing weight of poo. The new turd finally broke off, but Anya knew she was still not done, despite the fact that the third one had been the longest yet. She knew that if she filled her panties any more, she would not be able to walk without some of it dropping out on to the floor.

She checked the back of her pleated miniskirt, smiling at the way it was draped over the enormous bulge in her panties. She checked the hemline and found that it did not quite cover the bulge. Perfect, she thought to herself with satisfaction. She wandered among the clothing stands to the dressing room, and held up the items she had collected. The lady at the entrance waved her through, and she walked in and selected a cubicle. Drawing the curtain halfway across, she stripped off her top and bra, then gingerly removed her skirt, taking care not to disturb her over-full panties. She pulled on a cut-off top designed for an eight-year-old, and grinned as she tugged the front down so that it only just covered her nipples and no more. Then she pulled on the skirt she had selected. This was also made for a little girl, but it had an elasticated waistband so that she could still fit into it. She carefully pulled it up over the bulge and let it snap into place around her waist and hips. It was not quite long enough to cover her buttocks, and certainly did not cover much of her bulge. She turned around a couple of times, admiring herself in the mirror, then she slipped her hand into the front of her panties and masturbated for all she was worth while she slowly pushed another poo into her panties. As she climaxed, she realised her panties were slipping down under the weight of her poo, so she grabbed hold of either side of her waistband to prevent them from falling.

There was now a monster load inside her panties, but still she had not quite finished. In order to balance the load, she reached into the back of her panties and scooped out a handful of poo. Holding the front open, she brought the poo around and dropped it inside so that it nestled against her pussy. She transferred a couple more handfuls in the same way, and soon she had a large bulge at the front of her panties as well as at the back. Of course, her hand was rather messy by now, so she pulled a couple of tissues out of her purse and wiped it clean. Popping the messy tissues inside the front of her panties for future disposal, she changed back into her original clothes and walked out of the dressing room, pushing again as she went.

A fifth turd began to emerge, and it was still coming out of her anus when she reached the checkout and paid for her new clothes. Her skirt was splayed out in front as well as at the back, where her bulge was again sagging well below her hemline. Finally she squeezed the last little bit of poo out, and her anus closed up.

She left the shop and made her way to the toilets. There, she locked herself in a stall and lifted up the front of her skirt. Pulling open the front of her panties, she removed the dirty tissues and dropped them into the toilet bowl. She pushed the button to flush them away, then walked out of the stall and left the toilets. She looked and her watch and decided it was time for lunch. Smiling to herself, she began walking in the direction of Macdonald’s. Sitting down, she predicted, was going to be so much fun!

THE END

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Jenna's First Black Cock byEd Rogers©

Jenna's First Black Cock

byEd Rogers©

I'm a Junior in a state college here in New Jersey and have had the same boyfriend since my sophomore year. Our sex life is good but, I'm not the kind of person who could tell my secret fantasies, even to my boyfriend.

I like sucking on my boyfriend's cock quite a bit. It gives me pleasure not only to control a man by his cock and balls but to give such pleasure.

I started sucking cocks just last year, mostly because I thought it was a fair payment for men who took me to concerts, and a wide variety of other activities, but soon I just did it because I liked it.

My fantasy was to suck a black man's cock.

I didn't really know any of the black men on campus too well and besides I would never want it to get back to anyone I knew, least of all my boyfriend of course.

I would not have any trouble finding a man to suck. While I am relatively short I do have a pretty face, framed by natural blond hair, and green eyes. I am also what I like to call curvy. Men call it big tits.

While fingering my pussy one afternoon, I fantasized again about taking a black cock deep into my mouth. With my fingers still in my pussy, I devised a plan. I needed to be discreet and safe, but I was determined to find a black hard cock to swallow.

I wrote an ad on Craigslist offering to suck a black man's cock in a little used parking lot near the back of campus. The ad stated that I would not get out of the car but simply roll my window down to protect my safety.

I got about a dozen replies, some with photos. I picked out the blackest and biggest of all the cocks in the photos and replied stating the time and place where we should meet. I also said that after showing me his cock through the window I would reserve the right to leave if I did not feel safe or if it did not seem clean to me.

Things happen quickly on the Internet and I wanted to do this before I chickened out so I set up a meeting for that evening and told my "date" what type of car I would be in. It was a Friday and I was positive the parking lot would be nearly empty.

I sat there in the parking lot for only about 3 minutes when a work truck pulled in. Damn, I thought, until it parked nearby and a large black man got out. Still, walking towards my car I was not sure if this was my date or just a random worker checking me out.

As he neared the car he smiled. I smiled back and he walked up to the window. I rolled it down slightly and he asked if I was Carly, a fake name I had used. I was relieved and excited as I said "Yes, show it to me."

He looked around a little and then without hesitation pulled out the thick black cock I had seen in the photograph. I pulled my sweater down below my large braless tits to give him a nice view and then rolled the window down to the level of my chin.

He looked at my face and I simply opened my mouth as an invitation for him to stick his cock in the window and into my mouth. It was wonderful. I tongued his cock head, sucked and licked the shaft and even pulled his balls in to suck on them for a while.

Thinking quickly I grabbed my phone and took a few photos of his cock in my mouth to remember this.

I must have sucked his cock for about 5 minutes before he simply went into face fucking mode and it was all I could do to not gag. It was my goal to make him feel good and take his full load of cum.

Mission accomplished. He grunted and forced his cock as far in as he could as he spurted very thick loads of cum into my mouth. When he finally stopped pumping, I held his cock head in my mouth for a while to extract any last cum. Then he pulled out and leaned in to have a look. I showed him his cum in my mouth and then swallowed.

Without another word I started the car, put it in reverse and drove away. He was zipping up with one hand and waving with the other!

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Monday, February 10, 2014

Our Dirty Secret byTotalKnockout©

You have this look on your face of intense concentration as you lock the door to the apartment, like a man on a very serious mission. This makes me giggle because I know what we're about to do, and knowing our dirty little secret makes me giddy. You catch my eye:

"What are you giggling about?"

But that's a silly question. We both know. You crack a smile and grab my hand as we walk out.

The bar is only four blocks away but my ass and legs are starting to shiver under my skirt as the cold air hits the bare skin above my thigh highs. I grin and bear it. The coldness is a necessary evil if we are to succeed with our little plan.

The bar is like an underground speakeasy, known only to the locals and insiders. It's a very specific scene, mostly young educated 20 and 30 somethings. DJs with Ivy League educations and hipster entrepreneurs fill the comfy leather armchairs and sofas most nights of the week, drinking whiskey and cheap beer, chatting and debating or listening to local bands play. Even for a Wednesday night, the place is already jumping. We know the band who's playing tonight, and as we walk in, your friend, Greg, waves us over to the dark corner area he and his buddies already staked out for us. You and I like to joke about Greg, his false bravado and skeezy ways around women and the fact that for an attractive guy, he rarely gets any pussy. And sure enough, we both catch him glancing at my tits far too long than necessary as he ushers us over to the deep armchairs and couches in the corner. We share a knowing smirk. Somehow, Greg's obvious letch for my tits makes what we're about to do that much hotter. I'm already wet and throbbing and nothing's happened yet--

"Sorry, it's a bit tight."

The corner is already packed with their group of friends and not everyone is here yet. There's an empty armchair in the back still open.

"That's okay, man, we'll share," you say to Greg nonchalantly as you toss your coat on the chair, "Won't we, babe?" You give my ass a playful swat and wink at me. Greg watches us. I smirk as you pull me down into your lap. The chair is deep and roomy with high sides, made of some really worn leather. Even with your long legs and my wide hips there's room for both of us.

The whole group is mostly your friends and their various girlfriends, and normally I'd be social and friendly but tonight, I have other things on my mind. Sitting in your lap I feel you get hard through your jeans, the outline pressing firmly into the groove of my ass, so close and yet so far from my throbbing pussy. The warm-up band has started playing when you lean forward and whisper in my ear, "Do it."

I get up slowly, excusing myself while giving you a chance to cross your legs discretely. My legs are wobbly as I walk to the bathroom, my breath intensifying. I can't believe we're going to do this. I lock myself in one of the stalls and take a moment to breathe against the door for a second. I reach behind me and feel the little clear buttplug right at my opening, and run my fingers over it. My asshole spasms. My pussy gets wetter. I work the plug with my fingers and then slowly pull it out and a glob of lube drips out onto my panties.

Right before we left the apartment, you bent me over the table and pulled down my panties. I remember the feeling, cold and strange, as you filled the anal syringe with a generous helping of lube, inserted it squirting the lube deep inside and then worked the butt plug into my ass while fingering my spasming pussy. All the while telling me in detail what you were going to do once this plug came out. Mmmmm... even the memory was making me wet. The sounds of the flushing toilets brought me back to reality as I stuffed my wet panties and butt plug into my bag and walked gingerly back to our chair, praying that any lube that leaked out of my ass would be soaked up by my poor thigh highs.

We lock eyes and you know from my slight nod that it's done, I'm ready. I settle back into your lap, pulling my coat over us slightly. A lot of your friends have their attention on the stage where the band is playing. You whisper in my ear, "Shift a little," and I feel you unzip and take your still-hard cock out of your jeans. "Okay" you whisper and I shift back. I'm immediately rewarded by the feeling your bare cock against my slippery ass. I can't help but groan a little involuntarily. I feel your hand tighten around my leg to remind me I have to be as quiet as I can. We sit there awhile, me wiggling imperceptably against your cock, the head right between my cheeks. Greg turns and asks you what time it is, you answer him casually, as if nothing was happening. I can feel both of our hands sweating.

Everyone is watching the band now, so you take the opportunity to grab your cock and adjust it so it is pressing right at the opening of my asshole. The head pops in and now it's your turn to gasp. I'm almost afraid to breathe, I can't believe we are doing this... Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, you sink deeper and deeper into my warm slippery asshole until I'm settled completely on your lap.

We're both very still as we look around to make sure we haven't been caught. No one is even looking at us. Just the thought of what might happen if some one realizes you are fucking my dirtiest hole in public is enough to make my ass throb. I feel your cock twitch inside me. We're both sweating. You press your face into the back of my neck and slowly exhale. You kiss the side of my face, my pussy drips onto your lap. Every so often when we think no one is paying attention, you pull back further into the seat and hump my ass with small movements of your hips under me. We're both aroused to a fevered pitch.

Soon we realize the band is taking a break between sets. There's nothing we can do, so I just stay in your lap as your friends settle around us and begin talking again. I feel you trying to normalize your breath so you don't call attention to us. I can't believe we're doing this. There's no escape now, not until the band begins their next set.

"You okay, man?" Greg asks you, flopping down on the couch across from us.

"Yeah, it's just hot in here..." you say trying to cover how sweaty you are, "Pass me that beer, babe?" I reach for the beer on the coaster in front of me and pass it back to you.

You kiss my ear and tell me, "Thanks babe." You take a long swing. Greg smirks at us. It's like he senses we're up to mischief. I doubt he imagines that you've got your long, hard cock buried in my asshole though...

The conversation continues as best we can manage. We pass the beer back and forth to each other, sharing the bottle and taking absent-minded swigs, trying not to betray the fact that we are ass-fucking in the armchair in a room full of our friends and drunk hipsters.I can feel the lube seeping out of me around your cock and onto your lap. I catch Greg staring at me again and I manage to flicker a small smile at him, the whole time all I can feel is your swollen cock throbbing inside me. I'm sweating and trying not to shake. My palms and the backs of my knees are damp. This is torture. Amazing torture. I turn slightly back to look at you and we lock eyes. You don't have to say anything. I get the plan.

As soon as the band begins their next set, I lift off your cock, letting it slide out and flop on your leg. You scramble to stuff it back in your pants as lube starts involuntarily trickling out my stretched asshole. I lean forward to grab a napkin on the table and pass it back to you. It's easier for our friends not to notice you pressing the napkin up against my asshole and holding it in place, stemming the flow. It's awkward but it's better than having me leak lube down the front of your jeans betraying our secret. You wedge the napkin in my ass crack and then pat my bum to signal me to get up. I grab my bag and walk quickly and purposefully towards the back hallway of the club. You follow. This is the best place not to get caught, as the bathrooms all have stalls. Some of the bartenders park their bikes in the hallway, but people rarely come in other than that. We stake out an empty spot under the stairs away from the door.

My bag drops to the floor and we're both trembling and sweating as you grab me around my waist from behind. You're still breathing heavy but you don't waste any time. I feel your palm in the middle off my back bending me over, and then you lift my skirt up baring my naked ass. You quickly wipe my asshole with the saturated cocktail napkin and throw it to the floor. My knees feel like buckling so I grip onto the bottom of the stairs above our heads for support as I hear you spit on your hand and lube up your cock quickly before more lube drips out of my ass. We are just barely in private and while unlikely, anyone could open the door or walk down the stairs and catch us.

I feel the head of your cock finding my asshole again and then you thrust into my dialated hole in one go and let out an animal grunt. Your body slaps against my ass as you grip my hips and fuck me hard from behind. I can hear the squishing noises of the lube in my ass being displaced by your hard cock, over your animalistic grunts. I want to touch my clit but I'm afraid I will fall if I let go of the stairs, so I keep my hands gripped tight where they are as you pound away at my tight ass. Your pace gets quicker and quicker and I can imagine that intense serious look you get on your face when you're fucking me. "I'm cumming" you groan, and then I whimper, feeling your cock spurting blast after blast of hot cum deep in my asshole. That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I let out a moan as I cum, my whole pussy spasming. All of a sudden, your hand is over my mouth, muffling my moan, as we hear footsteps coming down the stairs above us. You hold still in my ass, my contracting hole still milking your cock gently, as a busboy walks past the staircase and through the back door. He doesn't see us. We both exhale.

You kiss the back of my neck and pull your shrinking cock out of my dripping hole. I can still barely move. "Stay there a sec, baby" you say, as if I had a choice. You reach into my purse and fish out the butt plug. You insert it in my ass and hold it in place while my swollen asshole closes around it, gripping it tight. You pat my ass and helps me up. We can't help but giggle. Your serious face is gone and now you look like the cat that got the canary. You kiss me and pinch my ass cheek affectionately. "We should get back" I say. You grab my bag and we head for the door.

My asshole is filled with your cum. Later, I know you'll want to lick my ass, tasting your load as it drips out of my tight hole, but that will have to wait. For now, it has to be our dirty little secret.

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Friday, January 31, 2014

Annie's Anal Addiction Ch. 01 bylibidinal©

Lately I'd been seeing this guy, Tim, who made a big point of telling me that he had always been straight, and never even had a single thought or fantasy about men. He'd squirm every time I'd even mention anything about men getting sexy with each other, or when there'd be a gay scene in a movie or on a TV show. I once wanted to rent a bisexual adult video where babes made it with each other, as did guys. But he'd have no part of that, even though Tim loved watching sex videos, and drooled over the sight of two babes making it. I even promised him that sometime soon I'd try to get a girlfriend to join me and him for a threesome so he could watch me make it with a babe. He knew I was bi, I told him that on our first date, and it really turned him on to hear that, it made me seem even more appealing to him than if I were plain straight.

I had just spent the afternoon getting it on with Tim. He's a great-looking competitive swimmer with a trim, muscled body and a thick, hard cock which, believe me, he knows how to use. And he's got energy to burn. He's always thinking about sex and wanting to do it. Which makes him a perfect guy for me, because one thing I've learned about myself is that I'm supercharged in the sex department.

We had just finished up a hot, nasty, sweaty round of feverish lovemaking.

"Gee, Annie, that was just great! Your pussy and butthole felt so goddamn tight it was like I was fucking a goddamn virgin or something."

"Gimme a break! Me? A virgin?" I laughed, knowing it had been quite a while since there had been anything at all virginal about me.

Then a wicked thought came to me.

"But we do have one virgin in this room."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Guess."

I loved that innocent, puzzled look on Tim's face.

"I don't know. Tell me, what are you getting at."

I put a finger in my mouth, licking it, then reached down behind his balls and slid the finger right up his ass.

"I'm getting at this. You're still a virgin down there. So maybe now it's time finally to take care of that cherry butthole of yours."

Tim shook his head, still puzzled.

"C'mon, Tim. You love it when I lap away at your asshole with my tongue, and then after I get it nice and wet when I stick a finger or two inside and fondle you. I know how sensitive you are between those cute cheeks of yours. So now how about seeing what it's like to really get screwed there? To feel it nice and thick and hard all the way inside?"

"I don't know, Annie. I don't know if that's really my thing--"

"Aw, Tim!" I begged. "It would really flip me out to do you like that! It really would. Can I? Please! You fuck me up the ass all the time, don't you? And you know how much I crave it, how I love having your dick up my butt. So now I want to show you how great that feels; I want to fuck your ass, dude!"

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on... please!" I begged.

"It would really turn you on that much? To do that to me?"

"It would! It really would!

"Oh, okay. If you want to so much--"

"I do! I do!" I panted, excited beyond belief that Tim was finally relenting.

"Stay right there," I said, opening my underwear drawer, reaching under my bras and panties to bring out my sex toys.

"What're those?" he asked.

"What do they look like? This is called a vibrator and this is called a dildo."

"Stop being a smartass, Annie. I know what they're called. Are those the things you want to use on me?"

"What do you think?" I purred, flashing a sexy smile and snuggling up to him. He couldn't stop staring at my toys.

"These are my very special friends," I said, handling them. "You know, Tim, sometimes when a girl finds herself all alone she needs a little help from her friends. Now I want them to become your friends as well."

"That's a strange way of putting it, your 'friends.'"

"It's not so strange. You know, friends are friends because they're there when you need `em. Know what I mean?."

"Gee! I didn't know you did that."

"Did what? Masturbated? Beat off? Stuffed a rubber cock up my cunt and my ass? Hey, I'm a healthy, red-blooded American female. Naturally I beat off. Don't you like whacking off that nice, big cock of yours?"

"Yeah. But...."

"But what, Tim?"

"But nothing, I guess," he said, sheepishly.

"Now be a good boy. Turn over and get on your elbows and knees. Let me see that cute butt of yours."

I looked him over as he got on his knees and stuck out his ass like a slut in heat. He was never shy about offering me his bottom.

"Ooooooh! Just look at that cute ass of yours, Tim. It looks good enough to eat!"

I spread his buns and worked my tongue into his crack. Tim loved it whenever I did that to him. So now I took my time, licking every nook and cranny of his tight, puckered asshole. He swooned as I dug into his ass and probed his anal passage with my warm, slippery tongue.

"Uh huh! Just like that!" he said, sighing with pleasure and swaying his hard buns in my face.

"See, Tim? You love it! You love it in the ass!"

"I love your tongue down there."

"And here's something else I know you love."

I slid my middle finger into his anus, already moistened with my saliva, and it went in smoothly. I loved that feeling of a dude's or a babe's tight anal walls pressing against my probing finger. Then I slid in a second finger.

"Oooooh, go slow!" he begged as I excitedly dug those two fingers up his hot, tight bottom.

"Come on, Tim, don't whine. I know what I'm doing. I'm gonna make you feel real good."

His anus was beginning to feel dry as I dug my fingers inside, and I thought it was time to lubricate him. So I pulled out my fingers and got the tube of lubricating jelly I keep next to my bed.

"Hold yourself open for me.”

I squeezed out a dab onto his asshole.

"Hey, it feels cold!" he said, surprised.

"Well, I'll just have to warm it up then."

I dug my two fingers back up his now slick anal passage, massaging him.

"Does it feel warmer now?"

"Yeah! It's beginning to feel real warm and real good."

I worked a third finger inside, the rubber band-like muscle of his dilated anus gripping my fingers tightly. But I wouldn't let that sphincter stop my inward passage, as I slid my three fingers all the way to the base and deep into his ass. Once inside, I twisted and churned them in his rectum, massaging his innards and stimulating his aroused prostate. Maybe it's just my luck, or maybe it's that I always seem to search out that route, but most of the guys I've made it with just love to have their bottoms probed, none more than Tim.

Now I pulled my fingers out and picked up the vibrator. I covered it with a layer of jelly, then greased his asshole some more.

"Okay, stud. Now get ready for this."

After all my fingering, the vibrator went in smoothly, though he winced a bit at first.

"Do it real easy," he begged. "I don't take it up the ass all the time the way you do."

I laughed. He had my number!

Looking down at that vibrator as it pierced his asshole, I thought back to when I had been licking Brad's asshole and thinking of all the cocks that had been buried up there. Thoughts of dudes screwing and sucking each other were definitely pressing my button lately. In fact, I'd bet that a lot of babes get an instant wet pussy just thinking about two really good looking guys having sex with each other. Especially if the men are basically straight, masculine studs. Just as guys like to imagine real foxy and feminine babes getting it on with each other, not a couple of butch dykes.

"Hey, Tim. You love sex so much. How come you never made it with a guy?"

"You know, Annie. I'm straight!"

"Yeah, you always say that. But you sure seem to like to take it up the ass."

"Yeah, but with a chick doing it to me. That's different."

"Maybe someday you'll try it with a dude. I'd love to see that. Watching a guy slide his thick, greased cock up your ass. Or you doing him."

"Hey, stop saying that!" he pleaded, but that only spurred me on. I was feeling wicked!

"Oh, you'd love it!" I teased him.

The battery-powered vibrator was now deep in his ass, and I turned it on. Tim began to sway his buttocks, and buck them against my probing hand.

"Yeah! Look at me. I'm screwing your hot, little ass. And you're loving it."

His eyes were closed and he didn't say anything.

"Aren't you?"

"Uh huh-- yeah-- I am."

"Well good. Because I think you're ready for something a little bigger now. And a little thicker!"

I held up my trusty old dildo, made of flesh-colored rubber, and looking amazingly life-like, down to the details of the veins along the shaft. On the box it said it was molded from the actual cock of a porn star.

"Nice, huh?" I said, waving it in his face as he looked at a little uncomfortably, though his eyes seemed riveted by it.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"I'm about to shove this up your butt, babe. Every single inch of it!"

I fisted the dildo the way I fisted Tim's cock.

"Ready? Ready to take this up the ass, dude?"

"I guess--" he stammered.

"But first I want to see something else," I said holding the dildo right up against my crotch and kneeling by his face. "First I want to see you suck it!"

"Now wait a second!" he said, resisting. "You didn't say anything about that."

I knew it was one thing to shove it up his ass. Tim had already shown that he loved being probed back there. But sucking it, that was definitely a fag thing to do. He knew it and I knew it.

"Oh please! Pretty please!" I cooed seductively, pushing it in his face. "Look at it, Tim, it's my cock. And you like going down on me, don't you, Tim?"

"Down on your pussy, yeah."

"So now I got a cock," I purred. "Please suck my cock, Tim, please!"

Finally he couldn't resist, nervously opening his lips as I forced the rubber cock between them. God, the sight sent a chill running through me. There was sexy Tim, sucking my cock!

"Yeah, suck it" I hissed. "Suck it, you cocksucker!"

He was about to pull back, but I forcibly held his head in place, feeding it to him.

"Very good, very good," I said, finally pulling back. "You surprise me, Tim, you really do know how to suck a cock."

He suddenly blushed a deep shade of red. I'd never seen him blush before, and I loved it! He looked so cute like that.

Now I greased up the dildo real slow right in front of his eyes, making a big show of it and getting him all excited. Then I turned him around again and worked some more jelly into his asshole.

"C'mon. Hold yourself open for me."

There was the bullseye of his slick, lubed anus staring me in the face. I pushed the slick knob of the dildo into his crack.

"Here goes, stud."

He winced as the knob penetrated him, but the knob was the thickest part, so after that was inside I knew it was going to be smooth sailing. Inch by inch, I worked the full length of the dildo all the way inside him. I was mesmerized by the sight, his stretched anus gripping the rubber shaft as it disappeared up his rectum.

"How's that feel?"

"Feels pretty good," he groaned.

He started pushing back on it now. I knew he'd love getting fucked like this. Tim was real sensual, really into body pleasure. Plus he was very anal. You should've seen the way he went at my asshole! And, like he said, he always loved it when I played with his.

"Look at you," I said. "You are just loving it!”

His cock was nice and hard again, even though he had just let go of a massive load. So I wrapped my fingers around his awakened shaft as I plowed the dildo up his ass.

"Oh wow, baby! You're getting fucked. You crave all that dick up your ass, don't you?"

He moaned in the affirmative. He was at my mercy now, so I thought I'd take a chance teasing him again on that taboo subject.

"Now try to imagine it was a guy doing it to you, with a real cock. A nice thick one. Picture it. You're on your knees with a horny stud behind you. His dick is big and smooth and hard and he's working it into the crack of your ass. You feel him pressing it up against your asshole, and you know that in a moment he's going to be inside you. Fucking you. Screwin' you up the fuckin' ass!"

"C'mon, Annie, shut up!" he said, craning his neck to look at me, blushing again.

But I was shameless! It was really turning me on, talking to Tim like this, goading him, making him at least think about it.

"Yeah! Some hung stud with a rock-hard dick pumping his meat up your butt. And then you'd get your turn, babe. Forcing that thick, hard shaft of yours up some horny dude's tight asshole and fucking the shit out of him. Uh huh! Wouldn't you just love that!"

I was really getting myself into quite a frenzy here, screwing Tim's butt and massaging his swollen cock with my other hand.

"Makes me so fuckin' horny just thinking about it, Tim. And before you slammed it up the dude's ass, I'd want to see him suck it. He'll love it, the way I love it. You got so much dick to suck down there, babe."

I think that was easier for him to take, the thought of having a dude go down on him and then turn around and offer Tim his butt. Even straight dudes sometimes get a charge of doing that, I'd heard.

"Then he'd do you," I whispered in his ear as I reamed out his butthole, "He'd make you swallow his cock and shove his deep inside you."

He may have hated that idea, but with me fucking his ass, fisting his cock, and whispering these nasty fantasies in his ear, Tim's big penis suddenly began to throb in my hand as he blasted yet another load, his third in twenty-four hours.

Finally, I pulled it out of him.

"Yeah!" I said, turning him around and giving him a kiss. "That's what it's like to be fucked in the ass!"

There was this woman in my jazz dance class who, for some reason, was making my clit twitch. She was quite a few years older than me, maybe even thirty, and I knew she was a wife and mother. Once her husband picked her up after class, bringing their two young daughters.

We hit it off from the first day of class, Karen and me, despite our age difference. Like me, she was rather athletic, with this very slender, almost boy-like but gym-honed body, and a very pretty face.

She was probably ten years older than I was, but was youthful and vigorous. Since I’m flagrantly bisexual and sometimes intensely attracted to foxy women, I couldn’t help fixating on her a little.

But I figured that being a wife and a mother she was probably as straight as they came. Though this wife and mother managed to bring a little tingle to my private parts every time she walked into class. Dressed as she always was in a skintight leotard, I often couldn't keep my eyes off her. And the funny thing is she didn't have what you'd call a knockout, feminine body under that leotard either. She was sort of a runt, in fact. She hardly had any tits, and had these narrow hips, all of which added to her boyish appearance. Plus, her hair was cut real short, like a guy's.

But despite her boyish appearance, or maybe partly because of it, there was just this erotic glow about her, her boyish looks a big part of her allure for me. She sort of turned me on as a babe and as a guy. Plus, there was something about the way she moved, displaying the physical gracefulness of a well-oiled cat.

I knew she was probably straight, but I couldn't help gazing at her. I usually let her get in front of me so I could stare at her smooth thighs and her tight ass, watching her move. In dance class everything is highlighted. Everyone’s wearing skintight leotards or gym shorts and covered with the sheen of sweat that comes from vigorous physical activity. If you're a bad specimen to begin with, you're probably going to look even worse in this setting. But if you're pretty fit specimen, then that's going to be highlighted too.

To me the environment reeked of sex. There were guys in the class as well, most of them gay, but not all. A few of them were jocks taking dance to develop certain of their athletic skills, and a couple of these dudes made me cream too, sometimes. But it was Karen who was the real attraction for me here.

So, as the class progressed, I began to daydream about this foxy wife and mother, with her slender waist, narrow hips but cute ass, her washboard stomach and perfect legs. And then, whenever I walked in on her naked in the locker room, my head literally began to spin, I was that excited.

"Hi," I said, walking into the locker room and seeing her standing there, naked, drying herself off after showering.

"Oh hi, Annie," she said cheerfully.

"That was a good class," I said nonchalantly, eager to change right in front of her so she could see me naked too.

"Yeah it was," she said, and I thought her gaze lingered a moment at the sight of my nudity.

Then she looked like she wanted to say something.

"Can I ask you a question?" she finally said. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous or anything, and that you won't take this wrong and get angry. I may be making all this up. But I've noticed you've been looking at me, sort of looking at me in this -- uh-- special way. If I'm just making it up, I'm real sorry. But I thought I'd mention it. I just felt I had too."

She looked down shyly, having trouble continuing.

"Go on," I urged, overcoming my surprise.

"Well, I was just wondering whether maybe you were -- oh, it's so hard for me to say this -- I was wondering whether you were maybe -- attracted to women?"

Had I been wrong in assuming she was straight? Or was she straight, but I'd been so blatant in the way I had looked at her, with unconcealed desire in my eyes, that now she just had to mention something about it to me?

I took a deep breath, wondering how to respond. I was a little taken aback that she had noticed this in me, detecting that there was something sexual about the way I gazed at her. But I was also sort of thrilled that it showed, that all this was coming out.

"Well, sometimes I am attracted to women," I admitted. "You weren't just making it up."

"You aren't gay though, are you?" she asked.

"No, I'm not gay. But I do enjoy intimacy with women sometimes. It can be very nice," I told her.

"But what about the guys you go out with? she asked.

"What about them?" I said, smiling. "I do my thing with them and the rest is my business."

"I see," she said, smiling knowingly.

This was getting me all excited.

"How about you, Karen?" I asked now. "Tell me a little about your sexuality? Are you also attracted to females?"

"Well, as you know, I'm married," she said. "And I've always thought of myself as being 100% straight. Truthfully, I've never in my life had sex with another female, not even once."

Neither of us said anything for a moment, as I waited for her to continue.

"But there have been times when I've wanted to it, try being intimate with a woman and to see what that was all about."

She couldn't have been more frank.

"Is this one of those times?" I asked, looking right into her eyes.

"Uh huh-- yeah-- I think so," she stammered, blushing a little.

"Well what you noticed was true, Karen," I now confessed to her. "I have been looking at you in a special way. And yes, you do turn me on and I've even had these nasty fantasies about you?"

"Like what?" she asked, burning with curiosity. "Fantasies about what?"

"All sorts of things!" I teased.

She was breathing hard and fast and I thought I could even hear her heart faintly beating.

"I don't know whether I should?" she said, squirming a little.

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Monday, January 6, 2014

"Lower the gun, Rose. It's just us."
His voice slid like smooth velvet over her skin, the words a breath of air along the curve of her neck as she felt a hand fall to the gentle curve of her hips. Because Rose knew it was going to happen her body didn't stiffen when she felt the hardness of his press into her backside. His fingers drew a lingering caress up along her side; through the thin fabric of her silk blouse she felt him clearly, as if she were wearing not a stitch of the tailored dress suit. Rose's lashes fluttered, the trail of goosebumps along his fingers betrayed the steady tone of her voice.
"Take your hands off me. Now. This isn't the place or time." She felt his lips curved against his neck and shivered when the edge of his teeth pressed into her skin. His body only pressed closer.
"Not yet. You don't want me to, not really."
"Yes, I — "
"Don't lie, Rose. Your body doesn't." The words came a moment before she shivered and fought back a whimper when teeth all too briefly bit down onto her neck. The gun slipped from her hand into his; a second later she heard it hit the desk. "You've been dreaming about me again, about us. Haven't you?"
"You wouldn't have come for just that." Rose moistened her lips and swept her eyes around the darkened third floor of the newspaper building. Everyone else had left hours ago, only the janitor and security lurked now. They were at least a couple floors away, having both been down there no more than ten minutes ago. Somehow he always seemed to have perfect timing. Instead of answering him she attempted to shift and create some measure of space between him and the desk. It didn't work.
"No," came the deep murmur as his hand traveled further up along her chest and slowly palmed one rounded breast. In his arms she trembled; her eyes closed when his thumb teasingly brushed along her nipple until it proudly erected beneath blouse. The soft moans couldn't be held back when he then teased its twin and gave both slow, deep pinches. "The Dreyford diamonds."
"The Dreyford diamonds? I don't know anymore than you. They were just stolen, no leads, too hot to sell right now. Any smart thief — "
Her words cut off with a sudden gasp and half cry as she was suddenly pushed forward to bend at the waist over her desk, his knee wedging her legs apart and settling closely nestled between them. Tightly he held her wrists at the small of back with one hand, the other searching through the desk drawers beside him. In the bottom one he found what he was looking for: an extra pair of stockings.
"You're lying again." The words came as he efficiently bound her wrists with the nylon and then moved his hands underneath her, undoing button after button until it revealed her bra. With a forceful tug the bra came down, exposing her breasts and still pebbled nipples. Only for a moment did he fondle them again, though, before slipping his hands away and letting her press into the desk. "You met with the Prospero son today."
"It was just a lead, nothing — "
SMACK!
Rose yelped when his hand came down hard and firm on the swell of her ass. Against the desk she shuddered as she felt the flicker of heat between her thighs. "Prospero didn't have anything useful!"
SMACK!
Again she shuddered, this time bit down onto her lower lip.
"What else is there?"
Rose's eyes squeezed shut as his hands slid up the skirt to her waist; freely she shivered when he ran a finger tip along the slit of her folds, sheer covered by the black underwear. His hand slid the panties to her thighs before parting her legs wider. This time when his hand came down it did so on her exposed pussy; he grinned when she let out a sharp cry. When she still didn't answer him his hand came down again. Again and again. Each one was awarded with a deliciously whimpered moan that grew louder with each smack of his hand. It wasn't until the sixteenth did she answer him, her thighs trembling.
"Prospero said he'd heard rumors about a rogue thief," She paused, inhaled sharply as she heard his zipper lower, felt the rustle of jean and skin. Then his hand came down on her ass, stinging it with a fresh imprint. On the end of the moan, Rose continued. "Someone kicked out of the White Dragons — " Loudly she gasped and then moaned deeply, her head arching back as he gripped a hand in her long hair and filled her with one thrust of his thick cock. "But he wasn't sure who."
Fully he pulled out of her before thrusting in again. Now Rose surrendered, her hips held still by his hand as he bucked his hips into hers, taking her hard, deep and quick. She was already so tightly wound around him, her juices drenching his cock that quivered inside of her with each sound of heightening pleasure emitting from her parted mouth. Beneath her the desk creaked as he thrusted quicker, his fingers nearly bruising in their tight hold.
"Don't cum yet, Rose... not yet... "
Not yet?! Her mind screamed. "Please! Please! I need to — "
"Hello? Is someone there?"
The sound of the janitor broke cold across Rose who quickly swallowed a deep moan. In the blink of an eye she felt him withdraw, then the rush of cool air behind her. Her body violently shaking with the pent up need that burned inside her, she lay there quietly as possible and prayed to disappear within the darkness. Only until the janitor shuffled away minutes later did she dare lift up from the desk. As her eyes looked to the nylon discarded beside her she saw one word scribbled on the paper beside it.
Cum.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

The building was on 31st Street near Fifth Avenue, a short walk from the Empire State Building. This was a thoroughly unremarkable commercial district, home to import/export businesses, wholesale clothing, numerous print shops and a couple of electrical repair shops. I checked the directory, and found "HC" on the fourth floor. I rang the buzzer, and walked in.

There was no doorman — just a narrow hallway leading to a single elevator. It was old, the kind where you to pull back a folding gate after the electronic door had opened. I got in and pushed the button.

At the fourth floor, the door opened to reveal an attractive, light-skinned black woman dressed in a corset. I opened the folding gate.

"Hi, I'm Dahlia," said the woman. "Come on in."

My name is Kathi. I had graduated from college two years ago, and was splitting my time between playing in punk bands (much fun, no money) and working at Babeland, a sex toy store owned and run by women (some fun, some money) in the Lower East Side. I wasn't ready for a 9-to-5 job, but I could use some more cash, and a friend in another band mentioned that she used to enjoy working as a dominatrix. I had some experience with BDSM — I got my first pair of handcuffs in high school, and I loved to get a good spanking, so I thought this might work.

I checked the want ads in the Village Voice, and found that Rebecca's Hidden Chamber was hiring. I called the number, and made an appointment for an interview.

Dahlia led me to the back and offered me a seat on a couch.

"This will be your first time domming?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Cool. Here's what we do," she said. "We open at 11:00, and we close at midnight. You can make your own hours, but we ask that you put in at least twenty hours a week. At first, there's a lot of waiting around, and you can read or get on the computer or whatever. When a guy calls up, I answer and describe who's working. For you, I'd say you're a young Asian girl ...."

"Korean," I said.

"Let's go with Asian; it sells better. A young Asian girl with a beautiful ass and a kinky disposition. Something like that. After a while, you should develop some regulars, so you can fill your schedule accordingly. You should be able to get three regulars in an eight hour shift, plus one walk-in."

"We offer three kinds of sessions. The standard one involves no touching at all — basically flogging, paddling, caning — stuff like that. Then then there's "physical," which involves some touching — cock & ball torture, slapping, tickling. And "medical," which is anything anal.

"The rates are $150/$180/$210. You collect the money at the beginning of the session and give it to me. At the end of your shift, I'll cash you out — 50% of what you bring in. You should make $300 - $400 a shift, plus tips."

"There is no sex of any kind. No blow jobs, no hand jobs and no fucking. The client will jerk himself off, but you can't do it for him. Now let me show you the rooms."

We walked back down the hallway to the front of the building.

"This is the blue room."

Inside was a couch, what I learned was a St. Andrew cross, and small, four-poster bed with numerous hooks on the side for tying things down. On the wall was a large mirror.

"Underneath the bed are some gym mats which you can unfold and use if you're playing on the floor. Big toys are on that rack over there ..."

I turned to find a collection of whips, rods, canes, ropes and handcuffs.  "Small toys are in the cabinet."

She opened a drawer to reveal dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, rawhide laces and KY jelly.

"In the closet are cleaning supplies — Lysol, bleach solution, paper toweling. Plus wee-wee pads for piss play, and Wet Ones. Also condoms and latex gloves. Always use the gloves whenever you're dealing with bodily fluids, and when you clean up. We don't want you catching something."

"Across the hall is the red room," she said, leading the way.

It was a little smaller, still with a four-poster, but with no cross. Instead, suspension gear gear hung from the ceiling.

"The rule of thumb is no more than twenty minutes in suspension. Got to keep the blood circulating. And tell the client to let you know if they experience any numbness or tingling. If they do, you need to release them."

"Still game?" she asked. 

I nodded my head.

"OK. Some house rules. You don't have to see any client you don't want to, and you don't have to do anything to a client you don't want to. You draw the line. If a client gets aggressive, or you have any kind of problem, just scream. There will always be at least one other person here —- you'll never work alone. Now, let's go to the back and have you try on some clothes."

The back of the floor was a combination kitchen, office, waiting area and costume room. Hanging from the wall were cop uniforms, nurse uniforms, lab coats, a stewardess' dress, and a whole bunch of corsets.

"Let's try this one," Dahlia said, handing me me a corset and stockings. "And you'll need to invest in some nice panties or g-strings. And a pair of heels."

"Where do I change?" I asked. 

"Here," said Dahlia. "You're going to see a lot of naked bodies from now on."

I took off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I unhooked my bra, and put in on the table next to me. Dahlia eyed me up and down.

"Nice," she said. "You've got cute tits, and your ass is great. I think the guys are going to like you."

I put on the corset and stockings, and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked pretty good! Not menacing exactly, but definitely sexy. And the corset did make my breasts look bigger.

"That's great. You can switch back now," she said. "When you come back, you should try on some other stuff, and see what you like. One last thing — we'll need a name for you. Do you have one picked out?"

"I was thinking of Leah."

"That'll work."

I changed back into my street clothes, and Dahlia gave me my schedule for the week. I took the elevator back to the ground floor, where I found a nervous-looking man waiting in the vestibule. I said "hi," but he wouldn't make eye contact with me. He stepped into the elevator and pushed a button. I started to walk away, but then stopped to see where he was getting off.

Fourth floor. I wondered what kind of session he was going to get.

My first shift was the next Tuesday, from 4:00 to midnight. When I called Dahlia to confirm, she told me that to start, I'd be sitting in for part of a session with Peter and Gia, a tall Japanese domme, and then I'd be on my own.

I showed up to work with my heels and g-string, and put on the corset I'd tried on earlier. In the back were Gia, Dahlia and a couple of the other dommes — Elena, a cute redhead, Haley, a tall blonde and Kira, a busty black girl. I read a book until I heard the door buzzer ring at 5:00.

"That's Peter. Gia and Leah, you're up," said Dahlia.

We met him at the door, and let him to the red room. 

"Leah is new here, and I'd like her to sit in on part of the session," said Gia. "Is that OK with you."

"Sure," said Peter. "No problem."

"Thanks," I said. "We have you down for a medical session, so that's $210, please."

He reached into his front pocket, then handed me the money.

"Great," I said. "There are hangers behind the door. Make yourself comfortable, and we'll be back in a minute."

This was to weed out cops. If the guy didn't get naked, he couldn't have a session. We were just supposed to excuse ourselves, get them their money, and ask them to leave.

After a couple of minutes, we knocked and went back in. Peter was nude, sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. That's the first time it hit time — I was going to be a sex worker. I didn't think that was bad, and I was very open to new experiences. I'd studied human sexuality in college, and I worked in a sex toy shop, but this was the first time for me to deal with naked strangers as a job.

Peter was tall, blond and good-looking — definitely not creepy. So far, so good.

"Peter, can you tell us what you're expecting to do in your session with Mistress Gia?" I asked.

"I really like being suspended. And I like CBT. Maybe a little flogging, and then finish up with Gia fingering my asshole while I jerk off," he said. "And spitting. I love being spat on."

"I think we can do that," said Gia. "Why don't you stand up?"

Gia went to the cabinet and pulled out a rawhide lace.

"So, Leah, what you want to do is make a loop around the cock and balls, and then another loop around just the balls, and then you come back down the middle to separate the balls, and then make a knot — tight, but not too tight."

When she'd finished, Peter had an erection, and his balls stretched the skin of his scrotum. I'm a lesbian, but I have to admit, I enjoyed the sight.

"Arm's up," said Gia.

Peter raised his arms, and Gia locked his wrists in the cuffs hanging from the suspension bar. Then she went to the crank on the wall, and slowly turned it. The bar moved up, bringing Peter's arms with it. Soon he was standing on the balls of his feet.

 "You don't want to go too high," said Gia, "or they won't be able to hold the position. But this should be good. And now he can't go anywhere."

Gia walked over to Peter, and gently stroked his cock.

 "Isn't that right, Peter?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress."

Then she slapped his cock and balls. He jumped back in pain.

She reached down and caressed his balls.

"I can bring you pleasure or pain. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, mistress."

She stopped, curled up her index finger, and flicked one of his balls — hard. Peter jumped again, and yelped. Sweat broke out across his bow. But his cock was rock hard, and was turning a red/purple color.

"Leah, why don't you give it shot," said Leah.

I walked over to Peter. I hadn't touched a cock since high school, but I found this appealing. I place my hand on his groin, above but not touching his cock.

"Would you like me to touch your cock, Peter?"

"Yes, please, Mistress Leah."

I gently stroked his cock.

"Thank you, Mistress Leah."

Then I stopped. And with my middle finger, I flicked one of balls as hard as I could.

He screamed, and brought one leg up, in a useless attempt to protect himself. But there was nothing he could do. He was defenseless. This was hot.   I liked my new job.

"I think we're good for now," said Gia. "Why don't come back for the last five minutes of the session." 

"Sounds good," I said.

"And Peter, why don't you thank Mistress Leah for hurting you," said Gia.

He looked me in the eyes.

"Thank you, Mistress Leah, for hurting me."

 I flicked his ball again.

"No, Peter, thank you," I said.

I left the room and went back to the waiting area.

"How'd it go?" asked Dahlia.

"Pretty good, I think," I said. "He seems nice, and he seems to be enjoying himself."

"He's one of the good ones," Elena chimed in. "He knows what we wants, he respects boundaries, and he tips. And he's fun."

"Aren't the others?" I asked.

"Some are, some aren't. I've got one regular who just wants to lick my feet while I blow cigarette smoke in his face," Haley said.

"And I've got one who gets nude and reads his poetry to me. Then he jerks off and leaves," said Kira.

"But this is pretty easy money," said Elena, "and the hot sessions make up for the weak ones."

I read my book for another half an hour. Then Dahlia escorted me back to the room.

"When there's ten minutes left, I come by and knock. That gives the client enough time to masturbate," she said.

She knocked loudly, and we walked in. I was not prepared for what I saw.

I expected to see Peter starting to jerk off, and he was. But the suspension cuffs were now on his ankles, and his legs were in the air. Gia was on her knees, fucking his asshole with her fingers.

It was shocking, but it was also cool. Like walking in on a couple fucking.

"I brought back Leah," said Dahlia.

"You're just in time," said Gia. "Peter, would you like to jerk off for the three of us? While I fuck your ass with my hand?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

"Peter is an exhibitionist, isn't that right?" Gia asked. "He likes for women to see him naked. He likes for women to watch him cum. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

I'm really not attracted to guys, but there was something about the intensity of Peter's pleasure that was turning me on. He was thoroughly and completely into enjoying his sexuality, even if it was a little kinky.

"Mistress Leah? I think Peter needs something to drink," said Gia. "Could you help him with that?"

I remembered now. Peter liked being spat on.

I knelt by his head.

"Open your mouth for me, and stick out your tongue," I said.

I leaned over and spat in his mouth.

"Mistress Dahlia? Care to join in?" asked Gia.

Dahlia knelt on the other side of Peter, and spat in his mouth. The Gia leaned over, and spat all over his face.

I'm not into spit, or at least not being spat on. But this wasn't bad. Peter was getting so turned on, and his pleasure was infectious.

"Are you going to cum for us?" I asked. "Are we going to watch you cum?"

I reached over and started pinching his nipple.

That did it. He raised his hips, and came all over his stomach.

"Nice job, Peter," said Dahlia, leaving.

"Yeah, that was pretty intense," said Gia.

I handed Peter some paper toweling so he could clean himself. I snapped on a pair of latex gloves, collected the dirty toys and brought them back to the kitchen. Gia led Peter to the bathroom so he could wash up. Gia and I wiped down the floggers and the surfaces with Lysol, and then sprayed diluted bleach on them to sanitize them.

Peter came back from his shower, took off his robe and got dressed. Before he left, he tipped Gia forty dollars. Then he tipped me forty dollars, too.

"Thank you," I said. "That was unexpected."

"Leah, why don't you walk Peter to the elevator," Gia asked. "I'll finish in here."

We left the room and walked down the hallway to the elevator. I pushed the call button.

"It was very nice to meet you, Peter," I said, extending my hand.

"And it was very nice to meet you as well," he said. "I think I'd like to book a session with you next week. There was something — something about the look on your face when you walked in. You looked shocked, but there was something more. Like you were enjoying watching the scene."

"I did," I said. "I did enjoy it. And I liked watching you cum."

That was true. 

"Very cool," he said. "That makes me happy. So next Tuesday?"

"I'll be here."

"I'll make an appointment.  And that's how I got my first regular. I would have other clients who were better looking or bigger tippers, but Peter would probably have to be hottest. He had no inhibitions, and he gave himself completely to whatever scene he was in.

Peter would make my new job fun.

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