Nightstick As I pulled up the leather leggings I could almost feel the breeze blowing in my face. I wanted to chase the office off me and feel the throbbing of the Harley's engine between my legs. The leather thong and vest completed my outfit. Keeping the buttons from popping might be a trick, once I get going I'll just undo them and let the wind tickle my nipples. I had been yearning for it to be Saturday, I had planned to hop on my hog and drive through the countryside. Let the wind burn against my soft skin. To feel the hogs throbbing motor stimulates my clit. I had driven the back roads before and I knew they were not heavily travel, my chances of coming across someone would be slim. I wanted to open her up maybe do a wheely or two. I was not expecting what happened next. I had been driving for about an hour when I crested a hill, there at the base of the hill was a sheriffs car parked blocking the road. The officer was standing next tot he vehicle and as I approached the officer directed me to drive down the lane of a farm. Not wanting trouble I turned down the lane and watched in my mirror as the officer got in the car and followed me. I parked the Harley next to the open door of the barn. The officer pulled up next to me, shut off the car and got out. It was then I saw that it was a female. " What do you think you were doing out there on the highway" she asked, "There are laws against driving with your breast exposed." I had been enjoying the feel of the wind that I forgot I had opened my vest. They were covered now but while I was riding they had been exposed by the blowing wind. "Officer I ....." I started to explain but was cut short. "I don't want to hear any excuses. Come with me." She ordered me. I followed her into the barn. There were bales of haystack like an altar then covered by a blanket. She told me to kneel on the blanket. I didn't know what she planned to do but I didn't want to make her any more angry than she seem to be so I obeyed. Since all I was wearing were leggings and vest with my thong my bare butt was exposed to her. " Now we can do this one of two ways, I can site you for indecent exposure or I can give you your punishment here and now. Which will it be?" Looking back over my shoulder I pleaded with her, "OOH please officer don't hurt me. What are you going to do with that big black stick?" She had removed her belt and now stood with her nightstick in her hand. AS she walked up behind me I could hear the sound of the nightstick slapping against her palm. Then I felt the cold hard wood as she placed between the cheeks of my ass. She slid it up and down before I could say anything she had slipped my thong down " Shall we see how far this will go?" she whispered in my ear. I felt the end part my pussy lips and enter me. It was wet and hard as she forced it in my cunt. She began to slowly slide it deeper then drew it out almost all the way then back in again. I couldn't help myself as I parted my legs to make it easier for her. The long hard presence in my wet hot pussy was driving me wild. I began to rock back and forth as she fucked me with her nightstick. As she twisted and drove it in and back I moaned loudly. She talked to me, " You bitch you like the feel of my stick you want more baby, you want me to go faster?' All I could do was moan yes, She was bringing me to orgasm and she knew it as my body spasmed with the release. Jerking and heaving as I was overcum by the great feeling? As I settled down she withdrew the stick and knelt behind me, she parted my lips and sucked at the juices running out of me, licking and darting her tongue in and out her fingers found my clit and she began teasing it as she licked my pussy. I was soon overcum by another more intense orgasm. When she had finished she slapped my ass, " Next time you get to be the cop." Then she laughed. With that I pulled her to me and kissed her. She wasn't getting off that easy as I began to undress her.
Here I am, late 20's, a physically attractive woman, financially stable, successful and utterly alone. I just can't seem to meet the right people. My friends are endlessly setting me up on blind dates which always end in an "I'll call you" and me cringing when the phone rings. I'm looking for my Princess Charming. You know, the Real thing, True love. My luck has to change some time. After work one Friday night I was having drinks with my best friend Sara when she reminded me about a party she was having the following night. I had put it out of my head the second she first told me about it...I was hoping she would have forgotten too. She reminded me again it would be a good opportunity to meet new people. I ended up promising her I would attend. At this point she asked me if a couple of her guests could spend that night at my house after the party since she had run out of room. Sometimes I'm just too agreeable. So Saturday night rolls round and I'm at Sara's party. There are about 20 people standing around in groups chatting. I spotted Sara across the room talking to a beautiful blonde woman. Sara called me over and introduced me to her friend from out of town, Paige, who would be spending the night at my house. (Ah, the evening was perking up!) It turns out Paige is the same age as me, single and very sweet. I spent the majority of the evening talking with her and the two other women were coming back to my place.
It Was Her Idea I had tried to cum in her mouth a few times before, but for one reason or another it never worked. First of all, it was her idea. Now, when I read whiny articles about men seeing exotic things in porno movies and later forcing their girlfriends to try them, I laugh. I was 23 years old and the girl I was with was only a few months older than me but quite a bit more experienced. I don’t mean that in any derogatory sense; what I mean is that she had done things before that I had never done, and she was interested in doing them with me. I was excited and nervous. One day we were in the midst of it, doing it and doing it and doing it well. She was a big Filipino gal, not overweight in the normal sense of the word, but big in all the right places: large, pendulous breasts, a big, bubble-shaped, creamy-brown skinned ass, and long black hair that surrounded a pretty, round face with thick, luscious lips, sterling examples of “D.S.L." -Dick Suckin’ Lips. Now that I look back on it, I realize she was one of the most sexually compatible partners I’ve ever had. She was the first woman that matched my desire; we were very attracted to each other and both liked to fuck very much. Saturday was reserved as our “laundry day”. That meant a day spent together in bed, only taking breaks to drink water, smoke cigarettes, and start a new load of laundry. So we were going at it, and when I was on top I usually came inside of her, thrusting as deep as I could, letting her movements finally carry me over the edge. No woman I had been with before seemed to want my come as badly as she. It drove me insane with lust and I loved it. But this time when I told her I was about to come she said, “Do it in my mouth.” Oh Christ, what the fuck did she just say? Come in her mouth? Is that fuckin’ legal? Shit, I didn’t want to disappoint her… "Okay babe,” I said. It threw me off so bad that I had to work back up to my orgasm. Not that I didn’t want it; until that moment I just hadn’t ever thought about it and unfortunately I’ve always been a bit…shy? It doesn’t make sense to me either. First of all I’m a guy, and second I love the sex act, from beginning to end. Hell as far as I’m concerned, there is no end. But anyways- I was determined to try it. I pumped away, both of us moaning, until I felt it coming. I pulled out; she immediately sat up and wrapped those sweet brown lips around my swollen member and I…came. Sort of. I was so fucking nervous all I could manage was an unfulfilling sort of half-come. She took it though, and swallowed it down. I asked her if she got anything, and she said, “Yeah, a little.” “I’m sorry,” I said, “I got a nervous.” “It’s okay babe,” she said. “We’ll just try again.” That made me feel better, but I also felt apprehensive. I wanted to come in her mouth. Now that I had tried it, it struck me as one of the most intimate things I had ever (sort of) done with a woman, perhaps one of the most intimate things a couple could do together. Woman taking into herself the very essence of Man. The love of my life swallowing every drop of my seed. I figured it didn't happen very often in real life. I knew that if we tried a few more times, sooner or later I’d send a hot geyser of come roaring over those lips, past her tongue and right on down her throat. She’d taste the essence of me before I was through. After all I did the same for her, so to speak. The next time we tried was a stunning success on my part. I don’t remember if it was laundry Saturday or not but there we were making love like crazed weasels. What can I say? When it’s good it’s good. Some primal instinct urged us both to enjoy it as much as possible while we had it. And we did, oh my god we did. We did it in the bedroom, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, everywhere. Once I had her from behind, bent over the bathroom sink. That time I pulled out and splashed a hot load over her sexy brown ass cheeks. I still masturbate to the thought of that. This particular day I was on top again, both of us going good when I felt my orgasm closing in. I looked down at her large breasts bouncing up and down in time to my thrusts and knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I’m gonna come baby,” I said. “Okay,” she replied. I pulled out, and just like before she immediately took my cock in her mouth and hurriedly began sucking me off, only this time instead of the unfulfilling half-come I shot my entire load right into her mouth. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, “Oh my GOD!” I finally finished coming and said, “That was awesome! Oh baby baby, honey I love you, oh my god…honey?” I came back to my senses enough to realize she hadn’t said anything. She hadn’t said anything because my come was still in her mouth. She smiled at me, but the only reply I got was a garbled “mmmph” before she ran into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. She came back a second later and apologized. “I’m sorry babe. I just couldn’t swallow it,” she said. “Oh honey,” I said, “It’s okay. I still can’t believe you even did it.” “Did you like it?” she asked, “Did it feel good?” “Oh yes baby, yes” I said. “No one’s ever done that for me before.” “Well, I want to try it again,” she said. “I know I can swallow you.” “You got it babe,” I said. The next chance we got we both happened to be high. Correction: we were both stoned out of our fucking gourds. To those who know the bliss of making love after smoking decent pot, no explanation is necessary. To those who haven’t tried it, I think it does appeal to a certain type of individual, and that certain type requires another individual of the same type for it to work properly. And then there are psychological pitfalls a couple can fall into on that type of voyage. But when it does happen…well, that’s another story. This time it happened for us. Me and my gal were making love in slow motion, completely stoned, taking our time, taking forever, the sensation of every touch magnified a hundred times. Every thrust was pleasurable agony. My cock was absolutely stiff, rock hard. Her juicy cunt gripped it tightly as I pushed and pulled in and out of her. It was so good I felt myself start to come. I pulled out just in time for her to wrap her lips around my cock once again. There was a slight pause as she worked it with her lips- slowly, deliberately, her mouth squeezing me in an agonizing, wonderfully tight grip. I put my hands on her head, buried my fingers in that mass of beautiful black hair and came. Oh my god did I come. The semen came gushing out of me in breathtaking, throbbing torrents, like life itself gushing out of my erect penis and into her mouth. It was incredible; words simply cannot do it justice, yet I know I am not the only one out there who has felt it. I left the world for a few fleeting, beautiful seconds in a massive orgasm, my hands holding on to her, connected to her in a way I’d never known before. When I finally regained my senses, I saw her just as she finished swallowing. “You came a lot,” she said. “I know,” I replied. I don’t remember what happened after that. Probably we both slept for a long, long time.
I let go of her head, stood up without saying a word, and stumbled to the shower. When I was finished european amateur porn, I went into the spare room, lied down, and fell asleep with a smile on my face. The following afternoon, after an amazing nights sleep of about 10 hours, I got up and went to the bedroom and smiled. All her stuff was gone. Her clothes, her shoes, and her jewelry, as well as some furniture. She was gone! Who helped her? Where did she go? Who cares! I never saw her again, and never missed her either. I european amateur porn do have to thank her for one thing though: my sex life has never been the same since that night. I can help but wish I could thank her for making me realize just how much I love to hear a woman scream as forcibly fill her ass with my cock. My Stylist My hair stylist is exactly the opposite of the usual gay or effeminate stereotype. He is every inch a man. Tall, well, built and an especially attractive red head. But, more than european amateur porn his physical attributes, it is his outrageously flirtatious manner that always makes me wet. The man just oozed sex from every pore. I had had some very shocking fantasies about him as a result.
Laura This weekend I met an amazing woman at a friends house. I knew she was bisexual, it was so obvious. The whole time I was there she stared at my cleavage. After I loosened up a little, I too admitted that I loved pussy. She then leaned over and kissed me. It was totally unexpected but it was the most intense kiss. Her lips were so soft and her tongue probing my mouth, playing with my tongue ring, just turned me on. Everyone in the room was stunned and asked us to do it again, but Laura said everyone would have to leave for a little while so she could give me a private lap dance. I had no objections to this. I had never had a lap dance from a woman before, even though I've known I was bisexual for quite some time now. I was so excited, I couldn't wait for everyone to leave us alone. We drank a little and then Laura kicked everyone out of the room. Finally, we were all alone. She dimmed the lights and got out her glow sticks. We put on enigma which happens to be one of my favorite groups, especially to listen to during sex. She did an amazing erotic dance and then straddled me. She began to kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. Her mouth moved up to my lips, and once again I got to feel her tongue in my mouth. She would bite my lower lip and play with my tongue ring, which turned me on like you would not believe. She then took off her shirt and bra and pulled my face into her tits. I licked and sucked all around her nipples and then bit down on one. She moaned her approval so I began twisting her nipple in between my teeth, occasionally letting my tongue ring brush across the tip of her nipple. The cold metal on my barbell made her squirm and grind her pussy into my leg. Damn she was so wet I could feel it through her jeans. She sat up so I could get a good look at her gorgeous tits. I ran my tongue from her navel to her neck. She took my hands in her face and told me how beautiful I was and then kissed me with intense passion. She then trailed her mouth down to my neck and licked and sucked on it. It sent shivers down my spine. Before I knew it she had bit down on my neck very lightly. She asked me if I liked it and I told her to hurt me. I desperately wanted to feel the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. She reached both hands down and began twisting my nipples between her fingers, biting down on my neck softly at first then harder. It hurt so bad but the combination of the pain and pleasure made me have an orgasm. I began to squirm underneath her and this only made her bite harder. She drew blood and I still have her teeth marks on my neck. When it was time for me to leave she walked me out to the car. I gave her my number and then she put her arms around my neck, looked deep into my eyes and told me again how beautiful she thought I was, then we parted. When I got home, I immediately took off all my clothes and began to rub my fingers over my swollen clit. Standing in the middle of the room with my leg propped up on a chair I slid one, then two fingers into my wet cunt. Massaging my clit with my thumb and pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy was really getting me close to an orgasm. Then I got an idea. I went and grabbed my dildo. I stuck the vibrator up my ass and turned it on high. I began twisting in my ass and then pumping it in and out. I then resumed my position with my leg on the chair and put my two fingers in my cunt. I reached around with my other hand and started pumping the dildo in and out of my ass. I nearly fainted. I was in total ecstasy. I began rubbing my clit again and that just sent me over the edge. I had a mind blowing orgasm that lasted at least two minutes. After I calmed down I removed the dildo and my fingers. God I wanted to taste Laura's pussy so bad, but I had to settle for my own. I licked every bit of it off my fingers. I love the sweet taste of my own pussy juice and the scent just drives me crazy. Totally exhausted, I fell into bed and thought of what was going to happen the next time I see Laura.
Sarah looked forward to her trip to Paris, it was many years since she had had the opportunity to see the famous buildings and the elegant shops. Now she had accompanied her husband. He was on business but had just telephoned her on her mobile to advise that his meeting would go on quite late. So have dinner and go see a show, he had said. The exhilaration of wandering through the elegant stores was wearing off so Edwina decided to take tea in one of the cafes in a large store. She was aware that to do so would probably annoy James as the cost in such a place would probably be astronomical. Enjoying the cream cakes and cups of tea Sarah suddenly became aware that someone was looking at her intently. It was a woman two or three tables away. A slim elegant woman, Sarah racked her brain going over the people with whom she had been introduced but the woman did not fit any recollection. What was more Sarah realised that the woman was at the very least in her mid 50's and all the women she had met were all around her own age, 35? The woman had soft brown eyes, which nevertheless seemed to bore into Sarah's. The woman smiled and Sarah found herself returning the smile. For some unknown reason Sarah also found herself mildly sexually excited. True she had enjoyed fun with girls before, but it was years ago before she was married, nevertheless this woman seemed to draw her. The waitress came to the table to ensure that all was well and Sarah asked her if she knew the lady at table 14. She explained that she thought she had been introduced but was unsure and had no wish to offend the lady. The waitress had no need to look. "Oh oui Madame, that is Contesse Madeleine de Nouville, have you met?"
A Remarkable Experience Molly and Brooke were best friends throughout their whole high school experience. Molly was about 5'10", had a perfect dancer body, muscular, long tantalizing brown hair with blue streaks, deep dark brown/black eyes, and a voluptuous 38B cup breasts. Brooke on the other hand was 6'1", blonde, brown eyed, very muscular, full of endurance, and had 38C breasts. Molly and Brooke often spoke of their mutual admiration of each other quite frequently. Molly never thought to act upon her lustful feelings towards Brooke. She always caught herself staring a Brooke's incredible ass or sixpack that stood out against her tight shirts. Brooke on the other hand always had a deep unquenchable yearning to be with Molly, to hold Molly in her strong arms, to caress her cheek and passionately kiss her, then to make sweet love to her. Molly one day had entered into a dance competition, that she knew she could easily win. So Molly talked Brooke into going to watch Molly dance. Brooke told Molly that if she won, there was a surprise for her back at Brooke's house. Molly had initiative now to do even better than she had planned. As Brooke was sitting down in her seat, in the back of the theater, a beat came across the speaker a slow beat of acid jazz that made Brooke's heart jump and instantly sent chills down her spine. Then the lights slowly faded in so Brooke could see Molly doing her alluring and very impressive dance. Molly was wearing her dance dress that whenever she spun the dress came up exposing her muscular legs and black underwear. When Brooke saw this she almost jumped through the roof. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs and Brooke's hand slowly slid into her pants. The theater was dark and Brooke only saw Molly and no one else. Brooke slowly unbuttoned her navy blue cargo's and slid her hand into her black lacy underwear. She let her fingers slid up and down along her slit for a few seconds. Then Brooke slowly started to rub her clit in slow circles when thrusting her pelvis up and down along with the rotation of her hand. Soon Brooke slid her fingers into her twat and massaged her clit with her thumb. At this point Brooke was oblivious to her surroundings and only saw Molly coming to the climax of her performance. Brooke didn't care that there were other people in the theater and she let her soft groans expand to full on screams of ecstasy. Brooke couldn't tell if other people were looking at her or not. She didn't care. All she knew was that Molly was doing the sexiest dance she had ever seen. The bass in the music sent vibrations through Brooke's body. Soon Brooke reached her orgasm and her screams decreased to moans. Finally Brooke slowly pulled her hand out of her soaking wet panties and licked her fingers clean of her sweet tasting cum. Soon after that, the theater lights came on only for Brooke to see that there was no one else in the theater besides her and Molly. Molly had not noticed that Brooke had been ravishing herself due to the fact the music was blaring. Molly ran up to Brooke and asked her how her dance was. Brooke could only reply by pulling Molly onto her lap and giving her a deep physical kiss. When the kiss finally stopped, Molly said, "I guess you liked then, huh?" Brooke then replied, "I have never been so turned on in my life!" "Then why are we still here, why don't we go back to your place?" said Molly then winked at Brooke. Then for a little more inspiration Molly lowered her head to Brooke's lips and kissed. She ran her tongue over the edges of Brooke's lips. She then kissed her jaw and then her neck. Then Brooke pulled away and said, "Where did all of this come from? I didn't think you wanted me like this? I have yearned to kiss you and run my hands over your body for the longest time." Molly could only say, "I never knew. I never thought of it, until just now, when I was dancing I couldn't get you outta my head. It's like you were my motivation and I was only dancing for you."
I hate lying. Especially to my family. To my husband. He was a quiet, peaceful guy who only said the truth - and that was why I had a problem. I had been married to Keith for 7 years, ever since I was 20 years old, and I did love him a lot. But from the beginning, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind. If I looked terrible, he'd go out of his way to make sure he told me so. On our wedding day, he saw me for the first time in my gown and told me my necklace didn't fit well with the dress and said it made me look horrible. I felt ugly the entire ceremony. When I feel pretty, he'll find something negative and put me down. He doesn't mean to - it's simply his nature. But I can't stand it anymore. I'm a beautiful blonde woman who deserves to be on the cover of Vogue. Long legs, flat tummy, small waist, tight ass, size C boobs, heart-shaped lips, green eyes and a clear face describes me well enough. I'm sure women would kill for my looks. So the least my husband of 7 years can do is compliment my shiny eyes instead of reminding me my shoes need shining. That's why I lied to Keith about having some fun with my friends tonight. Well, almost. After all, I was going to have some fun, but with a person slightly closer to me than a friend. I said a loving good bye but all Keith told me was to put my hair in a ponytail because the wind made it wild. I ignored the typical comment and hurried into my car. As I drove my way into back streets and dark alleys, I thought of Cally. Tonight we were going to meet in her apartment set far back from the noisy crowded city - so we could be all alone. I met Cally in a club and I found her very attractive. She looked exactly like me, long legs, big breasts, blonde hair, green eyes and all.