Iaq Pubs

Author’s note: This is a continuation of a series featuring a young visiting nurse with an insatiable oral fetish, beginning her first job in rural West Virginia. We do thank you for making Chapter 4 of this series the Reader’s Choice winner for 2002 and hope you continue to enjoy, not only this one, but future installments!
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Sitting in her car, Dawn looked at the chart. “Michael, age 28. 6-1, 175 pounds. Fall from ladder. Minor neurological damage first suspected, diagnosis of musculoskeletal damage determined. Pt. regaining use of legs. Depression manifested after fall. Meds ordered-responding. Sometimes belligerent. Physical therapy ordered. Prognosis: Good.” So young to have so many problems, but at least it looked like he would recover. Her thoughts drifted to Ben. This was her first day on the job as an actual visiting nurse but she couldn’t shake the experience of the glory hole he had taken her to. Never in her life could she have imagined sucking so many cocks in one night before. All sizes and shapes, she had loved them all. Even as she read the chart, her oral fetish dominated her thoughts. She was unable to shake the sexual excitement she felt thinking about a hard, wet cock fucking in and out of her mouth and spitting it’s cum deep in her throat.
But, what really stood out in her mind was old Ben and the long, luxurious final blow job of the night she had given him on the ride home. Remembering how much hot, juicy cum he had squirted in her mouth and down her throat, and all the guys that that had orally gang-banged her mouth just before, was making her pussy wet and her thoughts burned with her craving desire to do it again and again. Her fingers pushed at her crotch anxiously as she dreamed about the next chance she would have to get back to the bookstore for another round of face-fucking! Then, like a bad dream, came the hideous thoughts of the two police officers that had stopped her. Sure, she had enjoyed it, but would have done it for them without them having had to get rough with her. “Assholes,” she thought, shaking her head and looking at the chart one more time. It was time to get to work.
Getting out of her car, she fluffed her long strawberry-blonde hair and moved toward the small house, her nursing bag in one hand and clipboard in the other. Putting the bag down, she knocked on the front door. A voice boomed inside letting her know it wasn’t locked. Pushing the door open, she walked in and saw a man, Michael, lying on the bed waiting for her. The bed had obviously been moved to the living room. His head was propped up on pillows and the television was on but the sound turned down. He stared at her, not sure what the tall, leggy nurse was going to do or say. He was tired of them coming to his home, but there was a softness to her eyes and her voice was even softer.
“You must be Michael,” she said, smiling at the young man lying on the bed.
“Yeah, you my new nurse?”
“Yes, Michael, I am…will be for at least a couple weeks; name is Dawn, Dawn Thompson.”
“You’re sure a lot prettier than them other ones.”
“Oh, Michael, c’mon. Thank you. They’re all good nurses though, but thank you for being so sweet.”
“So, what today? More physical therapy, I suppose?”
There was an angry tone to his voice, but it was understandable. A young guy laid up, unable to get around like he was once did and of course the depression leading him to believe nothing would ever be the same. She looked down at the notes ignoring his comments for a moment. “Looks like you’ve been laid up almost six weeks now.”
“Brilliant observation, nurse,” he said, sarcastically. “You know what it’s like to lay on your back for six weeks?”
“No, Michael, I don’t. I can only imagine it would be horrible and probably very lonely.”
“Yeah, it is. I used to be out almost every night, drinking with my buddies, picking up women at the bar. You know how many of ‘em have stopped by…none! Great bunch of fucking friends they are. All I’ve been seeing is old lady nurses until you came here. Hell, you don’t even look old enough to be a nurse.”
“Oh, Michael, you’re such a kidder,” she laughed, trying to break the tension. “Listen, I have to be your nurse first, but I can be your friend too!”
“Yeah, well most of my friends don’t stick me with needles and twist my legs around!” he joked, and for the first time, smiled.
She felt a sense of pride having broken through his harshness and easing his anger. “I don’t want to do any of those things, Michael, I really don’t, but I’m afraid I have to. We need to get you well so you can get out with your friends and get some more of those women,” she laughed. The smile on his face broadened.
“But,” she said, “we do have to do a blood draw, take a urine sample and a little physical therapy…I’ll be gentle though, I promise,” she said, her voice soothing and reassuring.
“Blood, every time it’s blood and then a urine sample! You wanna hold my dick while I piss in a bottle,” he said, his voice sounding angry again, or maybe he just testing her mettle.
At first his course language took her aback, but she remained calm. She was after all a trained professional and besides, even though she knew it was wrong, the thought of his cock excited her. Holding it while he urinated wouldn’t be very professional and her next words to him wouldn’t be either, but somehow she had to break through the nasty veneer of the man. “Sure Michael, if that’s what it takes to get you through this, I’ll hold your dick while you piss in a bottle for me; you’d like that wouldn’t you!”
All of a sudden the man laughed. “I like you, a lot more them then other ones. You do what you need to do! Sorry if I sounded a little gruff but you just don’t understand what I’ve been through.”
“No, I probably don’t, but we’ll learn together and get you well.”
“Would you really hold my dick while I pee?” he asked jokingly.
“Of course I would,” she teased. They both smiled at each other but it was time to get to work. Taking a syringe from her bag, she knew he must have seen these several times a week and probably was tired of them, but it had to be done. “Have to do a CK, you know, we have to check…”
“I know, I know, creatine levels and all that stuff or whatever…let’s just do it.”
She tightened the rubber banding around his arm, tapped it several times and inserted the needle into arm. She hit a vein easily in his muscular arm filling four vials of blood. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked him. Placing a ball of cotton on his arm, she taped it down and told him to crook his arm at the elbow and apply pressure to it.
“No, and now the big one before we start moving and twisting my legs around.” He opened the pajama bottoms he wore moving them out of the way. His huge, uncircumcised cock was lying across his thigh. From her bag she pulled out a specimen bottle and handed it to him. Her eyes were locked on his cock climbing out of his bushy pubic hair. She believed she saw it twitch ever so slightly. Maybe not, but his cock looked so large and he wasn’t even hard. Her mind flashed back to the night at the glory hole and to one man in particular. His cock was so long and thick, not unlike Michael’s. She remembered being on her knees, tipping her head back and opening her throat to take his monster dick in as far as she could. She could still feel and taste the spicy cum surging hotly out of the small furrow across the head of his cock filling her unrelenting mouth and leaking back out over her lips. Her eyes stared dreamily at Michael’s cock, wondering what it would be like to have it rammed in her mouth.
“Hey, nurse, earth to nurse!” he called out, almost howling with laughter catching her daydreaming eyes.
“Sorry. Would you like me to turn around while you do this?” she asked him.
He chuckled. “I thought you were going to help me!” His eyes burned into her deep blue eyes. She wondered if he was serious. “Just kidding, sweetheart, but you can watch…the rest of them don’t seem to care, unless it bothers you to see something squirting out of my dick of course,” Michael laughed again. She thought to herself if he only knew about her he would know what a ridiculous comment it was. Maybe by now though, she wondered, maybe he really did know.
“C’mon, Michael, I’m a nurse. I’ve seen men do this, I’ve put catheters in for pete’s sake.”
“Maybe you can do it someday for Mike’s sake,” he joked. He moved to his side and holding the the open end of the bottle down by the head of his cock and began to fill it but his eyes remained on her face. She didn’t notice he was looking at her, watching him place the end of his cock at the top of the bottle, she stood mesmerized. He pulled the skin back and his pee began to trickle out filling the small bottle. He capped the bottle of yellow fluid letting the rest run into a bed pan. “Here you go, sweetie,” she heard him say as he handed her the specimen bottle and moved the bed pan to the floor. His words broke her concentration on his cock.
“Thanks, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“Not so bad for who?” he laughingly asked her.
The young nurse was sure of it now. He was well aware of what she wanted having caught her penetrating eyes boring in on his cock and was certain he had seen the wanton look of lust in her eyes while he filled the bottle with his honey colored pee. She had never watched a man do this before, not like this anyway. She had inserted her share of catheters and watched the yellowish, sometimes orange, urine running through the tube, but this was different. Still, it was clear pearls of precum she longed for and the ultimate prize-the milky, white cream of his hot cum pouring into her hot, moist mouth. It could be now, another day or maybe it would never would. At this point she wasn’t sure what would happen next and feared being more bold without a clear signal from him. Still, she wondered, maybe he had already given it and there was only one way to find out.
“Michael, let’s try your physical therapy, but let’s try it a little different. That is, if you don’t mind?” she asked in a suggestive tone.
“Darling, you do it anyway you want!” His voice was soft, calm and had an understanding tone to it now. She knew with certainty he was aware of what was coming next-him!
Bending over the bed, her mouth moved to his inner-thighs. She licked up and down the insides and he wiggled his legs. She heard him chuckle and say something about his legs already getting a workout, but she was too engrossed now in what she was doing. Her mouth moved up and her tongue licked and lapped gently at his balls. Her hands went under him, grasping at his ass cheeks and pulled him up higher. She felt him move and his hand slid a pillow under his ass. Crawling on the bed, she positioned herself between his spread legs. Her tongue moved along the crease of his ass and then pushed just inside. The pillow had freed her hands and one of them grabbed his cock. Her fist tightened around the shaft and worked it slowly up and down while her tongue continued to slide around his ass and then move back up tickling at his balls again.
The skin surrounding the head of his cock was pulled back by her clasping hand, still stroking his cock. Her eyes glanced up and she saw the wet, slimy juice dripping from the head. Her eyes were transfixed on his clear fluid glistening on the head. In a moment, her tongue moved away from his balls and she looked up at him. “Oooh, Michael, I have to drink some of that pre-fuck juice…right now!” Without waiting for answer, she moved her body upward and her eyes were just a couple inches away from the swollen head of his dick. She could feel the familiar twinge of excitement in her pussy. Her mouth moved forward and took just the tip of his cock in her mouth. He could feel her tongue criss-crossing the top and then heard her swallow hard. Her hand gripped his shaft tight and pushed upward squeezing, forcing more precum from the tiny slit and into her mouth. Again she swallowed.
Her mouth opened wider and sucked his hard prick into her mouth. Her mouth formed a vacuum around his shaft as her head bobbed slowly up and down the length of his still growing cock. Her cheeks sunk into her face from the suction she applied, her tongue moving delicately over the sensitive underside of his shaft. Michael frantically pushed his hips up to pump her mouth faster, but she sucked harder, her mouth tightening in one spot when he did. When he would finally stop trying to force the fucking cock in and out of her mouth, she would again move her head up and down again, slowly, licking and sucking his cock with each up and down movement of her mouth. She kept control, knowing the man probably had not come, at least with a woman, for several weeks now. Dawn hoped the longer she teasingly sucked that maybe, somehow, she could produce even more of his built-up cum he longed to shoot. It was a silly belief on her part, but somewhere deep inside of him was a pool of cum; a deep reservoir of hot, boiling cum and she wanted it. She knew it would be just a matter of moments, but she would make him wait as long as she could to intensify his orgasm and fulfill her starving desire to drain him dry.
Soft moans emanated deep within her throat as she continued sucking his cock and her thoughts of him filling her mouth with a load of cum she hoped would be hot and heavy. Fucking her mouth in longer, deeper thrusts, his cock slammed all the way into her mouth and soon her face was buried in his drenched pubes. Withdrawing, her mouth slid back to the top of his cock, only to swallow it all the way down again. She could feel his bloated cock filling her mouth and the head pushing deep against the back of her throat. She held her mouth locked at the root of his shaft and twisted her head back and forth in semi-circular motions intensifying his pleasure in a way he had never before experienced. He could feel her chin tapping into his balls until she eased the pressure of her lips and slid her mouth back up the shaft of his cock.
Her mouth moved faster up and down and his hips started to move countering her movements. From the tip to the base and back, he fucked in and out her mouth as hard and as fast as he could. His body was quivering. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth. The young nurse’s lips rested on the head of his cock, her tongue stabbing at it before she sucked it back into her warm mouth. Holding her lips tightly around the head of his cock, she sucked, waiting for what she craved most-his white, hot cum. His hips raised off the pillow trying to push deeper into her mouth, but he was unable to. Her lips held tightly like a vise just under the head. Her tongue moved over the head and Michael struggled on the bed until he exploded, a massive load of searing cum pouring out of his long neglected cock. Her mouth filled with the sticky substance, flowing forcefully out of the hole that not long before had filled the bottle with his piss. She swallowed hard and fast as his cum continued to run out of his cock, not in spurts like she expected, but in a long, almost continual stream. The sounds of her ecstasy and lust filled the room as she continued to swallow, as did his groans, and then swallowed some more.
She held his cock in her mouth as it softened and nursed on it. Her soft moans were the evidence of her desires being fulfilled. She licked, sucked and kissed his cock, refusing to let it go, waiting for it to grow hard again in her cum stained mouth. He writhed on the bed trying to break free of the clutches of her mouth and finally, with his hands, pushed her face away.
“Damn, honey, that’s enough for now!” he laughed after he had freed his cock from her mouth.
“You wanna rest for minute?” she asked, her voice hoarse from excitement.
“Yeah, maybe a minute, just give me a minute.”
“Ooooh, Michael, I want more! I want more cum! C’mon Michael, fill my mouth with your hot cream again, please Michael…please fuck my mouth again!”, she begged but let him lie quietly, her fingers playing lightly with his cock. Time went by, slowly for her, but finally his cock began to grow again. She watched it, almost studied it. It looked so monstrous as she held it in front of her face. She hadn’t realized how big it was really was. In her small hands, she couldn’t believe the size of the cock that had just been buried so deeply in her mouth.
Her fingers tightened around the burgeoning shaft. She pulled and twisted trying somehow to make it even bigger. The purplish head was so big and angry looking now. “Take it, suck it in!” she heard him scream out.
She ran her hand up and down the full length of his shaft again. He let out a sigh. She could feel his heavy cock continue to harden and grow in her hand. Strands of precum ran from the tip to her moving hand. She rubbed his excited cock in both hands and her lips went to the head sipping the clear juice away. Her hands continued to circle his cock forcing more of the nectar from his cock and into her demanding mouth as her tongue swirled in tight circles around the head. One hand moved down the shaft and her fingers pushed just under his balls. Her other hand moved faster on the shaft and her mouth continued sipping the slimy clear substance from the head of his cock until he pushed it upward into her mouth.
Michael started to lightly moan, and then groan loudly. One of his hands went to her shoulder, the other to the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as she sucked the swollen cock into her mouth again. She sucked it deeper inside her mouth and he assisted, fucking it even deeper into her mouth. His fingertips ripped into her shoulder and she let out a moan. She broke away, “More cum…more…Michael…give me more your hot cum…Mmmm, Michael…,” her animated voice trailing off as her mouth moved back over his cock and took it deeper and deeper with each upward thrust of his hips. She could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth again. Her sucking became more ardent. Her cheeks were again being forced in as she sucked him wildly and with reckless abandon waiting for him to shoot again.
Michael’s cock pushed even harder and felt like it was drilling into her mouth deeper than before. His large cock was almost choking her this time. She fought to get her breath but his fucking of her face was relentless. She tried to pull away but his hand knotted in her hair holding her head in place letting his cock punish her mouth. Still, there was a passion in her that drove her on she couldn’t resist. His hand moved from her shoulder to top of her head joining the other one and both clenched her head hard pulling it down, forcing his cockhead far beyond the deep recesses of her throat.
Even though he had just come, she could sense his body tense up and could feel his load of cum moving up the shaft of his cock. He cried out, “I’m going to come…shit, I’m coming!” His orgasm just as powerful as the first. With his cock jammed against the back of her throat, she was unable to swallow his squirting cum. It filled the back of her throat and flooded back out of her mouth over her chin and down his shaft. He finally pulled his cock back and some of the hot jizm flooding her mouth ran down her throat. She sucked and swallowed, savoring the taste of his hot cum. She sounded like a purring kitten as she continued to let the remainder of his cum slide sweetly down her throat. Her eyes, glazed over, rolled back and her mouth moved forward again sucking at his cock, trying to squeeze even more cum from it until he was once again forced to push her ravishing mouth away.
“You really like that stuff!”
“Mmmm, Michael, I do…I love it!” Her voice sounded sweet and earnest letting him know of her love for his cum and he knew somehow she had been overtaken by her feelings of lust for his precious juice.

She was reading a paper at the bus stop the first time I saw her. To be honest, I didn’t really notice much beyond the really snazzy boots she wore. It went on that way for a few months- every so often I’d spot her walking across town or waiting for the bus. I started to look for her during my morning commute, and I started to notice a few other things as the weather got warmer.
For starters, she had fantastic legs. The first warm day in April I spotted her in one of those floaty sundress things and nearly missed my green when the image of her legs wrapped around my waist flashed across my mind. Whoa. Where had THAT come from? I tried to put it out of my thoughts, but as always happens in that case it just kept drifting in at inopportune moments.
Within days, I had given up and started actually checking her out. Discreetly, of course; didn’t want to seem like I was anything other than a bored commuter. Small, firm breasts; lightly tinted full lips; hips that rounded ever so slightly before becoming those fantastic legs. Jeans and t-shirts… dresses… sweats… there wasn’t an outfit on earth that could hide how sexy she was. My mind could strip her, taste every inch of her, fuck her senseless… all in the space of a red light.
Then it happened. Driving home, I was cut off by a moron in a pickup and wham, no car for a week. I prayed to every god known to mankind that she wouldn’t be at the bus stop, convinced that the mere act of standing next to her would make me cum on the spot and reveal me as the pervert I truly was. I was sending silent thank-you’s as the bus closed its doors, only to open them again and admit Her.
Up close, she was even more stunning. She sat 2 rows ahead of me and I could see the smattering of delicate freckles on her shoulders, the slight curl in her honey hair as it swept up into a loose knot, the faintest tracing of her bra straps underneath an ordinary blue tank top. She was a student, as evidenced by the sociology and history texts peeking out of her bag. I guessed her age to be mid-twenties… a bit old, perhaps she was a grad student. Another image of her naked body flashed through my mind, and I blushed.
I stared out the window and hid behind an unassuming paperback I’d picked up on my way out the door, then looked up as someone sat down next to me. Some guy in a 3-piece suit bitching about this and that and how much it was beneath him to take the bus… I got up, pretending it was my stop, and found myself standing in the shade, miles from work, next to Her. I vowed to become an atheist on the spot, then forced myself to smile.
“Hi. This isn’t your stop, is it. ” Her voice was filled with warmth and amusement.
“Uh… no. I just kind of wanted some fresh air. I’m, uh, gonna catch the next bus. ”
“Yeah, Gary’s a real jerk. Rides the bus every day in his one business suit… works at Stop &Shop. Probably a bag boy. Probably lives in his parents’ basement, too. But now you’ve got 45 minutes to kill, because I guarantee the next bus is sitting in the middle of a traffic jam as we speak. ”
“Oh. ” I sat down, concentrating on looking as normal and un-stalker-like as possible.
“My name’s Susan… look, I gotta jet, but just sit with me tomorrow. It’s supposed to rain, and you’re gonna look awful silly standing here again. ”
She was right, it was a good 45 minutes before another bus appeared over the crest of the hill. I was late to work, and on top of that I was thoroughly bug-eaten and itched like mad. After barely surviving the day, I went home and tried to distract myself with insipid TV and failed miserably. I went upstairs to obsess about what I would wear, how I would act…
I stood in the shower to soothe the bug bites and found my thoughts drifting to Susan.
I could smell the faint apple scent of her hair, see the sunlight just peeking through her summerweight skirt and illuminating the shape of her legs, the delicate impression on her shirt of nipples that I would swear on my grandmother’s grave would be shell pink in color.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to take one in my mouth, to dig my fingers into her buttocks as I kissed a trail down her stomach to tease out her inner softness from between honey curls.
Nobody ever pegged me as a lesbian. Never. Quiet, unassuming, not a cat in sight in my not-quite-Martha Stewart apartment. But as the water streamed down my stomach I wished desperately that it was Susan’s hands stroking me until I throbbed with need instead of yet another fantasy I wouldn’t dare act on. I steadied myself by leaning against the icy tiles of the shower and rinsed my black hair like I could wash away the image of a naked, glorious Susan at the same time.
I slept poorly all night, tossed between erotic dreams that left me aching and hours of wakeful fear that she would sense my desire and be repulsed. I groaned as my alarm sounded and hoped for the flu, sudden blindness, the sniffles- anything, as long as it would keep me home from work. Nothing happened, and I shook as I pulled on the outfit I had finally chosen. Yellow rayon wrap skirt, white cotton short-sleeve blouse, yellow and blue marled cardigan. I despised nylons, and alternately pulled on and then abandoned the thigh-highs I had always worn in their place, finally conceding that they were necessary if I was going to wear my new sandals and not regret it.
Coffee, pop-tart, breath mint, splash of perfume, all a blur as I walked to my meeting with Her. She was already on the bus and patted the seat next to her invitingly. I smiled faintly and sat down. Today she wore a filmy peach sundress, the same one from that first April day… and no bra. Her legs were bare as well, and she wore thin sandals with a leather toe strap. For the first time I noticed the faint outline of a tattoo over her shoulder blade.
“Hi. Susan,” she prompted me as I struggled for conversation.
“No, I remember. Annie. Uh, I’m Annie. Thanks for the tip,” I said, indicating my umbrella tucked neatly into my bag.
“Glad to be of service. Gary tried that pickup routine on me a long time ago. Like I’m supposed to be impressed that he bosses around sullen teenagers for a living… ” She glanced down in the direction I’d indicated and I belatedly realized that I had exposed the top of my stockings. I tugged my skirt down hastily and shifted in my seat. I nearly gasped as I brushed against her thigh, equally exposed, then I did gasp as thunder sounded close by. She smiled.
“I can’t stand nylons in this humidity either,” she confessed, leaning in close. “I just skip ‘em… but then again, I’m just a poor uncivilized student. Nobody expects me to follow the rules. ”
I brushed against her again as the bus lurched forward. This time the contact was electric, unmistakeable.
“What do you study?” I looked up to meet her green eyes then focused on a small freckle just to the left of her nose.
“Journalism. I got a sweet job writing for the Distorter, I mean Recorder, for the summer. Today I get to go write about the 157 hapless souls being layed off at… ” -she checked a worn red notepad- “Riverside Consulting. ”
I gasped again. “Are you sure?”
She looked at me. “Oh, no. You work there, don’t you. Shit. ” I nodded weakly. Thunder rumbled in the distance and I sighed.
“Shit. I’m so sorry… You aren’t going to say anything, are you? Please. I could get in trouble for leaking that. ” She grabbed my hands and clasped them in hers, but I was too stunned to ponder where I’d rather have felt them. I shook my head and leaned my forehead against the seat in front. The next 3 stops passed in silence, then she put a hand on my trembling shoulder. “Annie, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. Look, do you want to go commiserate over drinks later? I’m a moron. Seriously. ”
“No, um… thanks, but no. I’ll just, uh… I’ll go home. Thanks. ” Then it was my stop and I walked, head down, to the office. I caught a glimpse of her after the meeting where we were, indeed, handed our walking papers, and thoughts of her firm grasp on my shoulder made me look away before I was made the fool twice in one day.
The thunderstorm broke at lunchtime, sending sheets of rain down the sides of the building and forcing me under the archway with hair starting to frizz. I was trying to get a sodden cigarette to light when Susan stepped into the small patch of shelter. Her hair was plastered to her shoulders in golden tendrils, and her dress clung to her body. Her nipples stood out in sharp relief against the soft lines of peach fabric. I drew in a breath then cursed as the match burned my fingers, and threw both match and cigarette on the ground.
“Filthy habit anyway,” she joked. “You ok?”
“No. I don’t smoke any more anyway, but I thought it might help. How’s the story?”
“It’s ok. Look, I really am sorry… are you sure I can’t talk you into that drink?” She stepped closer and shivered. Without even thinking I stepped back, only to find myself directly under a downspout, and was soaked to the skin in seconds. It was the last straw, and I burst into tears.
I felt Susan’s hand on my chin. “Oh, Annie, please don’t cry. ” She lifted my chin up and our eyes locked…

We’re sitting on the couch, my wife Alexandra and I. I was not comfortable, I kept fidgeting even as my eyes were locked with hers.
“Honey,” I began, “I have to tell you something. I’ve screwed up royally. This is going to be hard for both of us, but please just listen.” I felt lousy, and I still wasn’t comfortable. I gritted my teeth and continued even though I saw a new look of worry in her eyes.
“You know, I had to take our Far East distributor to the airport. His meetings with us had been a big success so we were all feeling pretty relaxed and glad about how things turned out.” Christ, rambling about business - if I keep up like this her look will change to one of boredom. Get a grip.
“Anyway, after I got him there and he had his boarding pass I said goodbye - no point in my watching him stand in that security line. As I was leaving the airport I noticed two young women, in JAL attendant’s uniforms, looking at me as I walked by the lounge they were in. They looked at each other and then back at me. The look they both gave me stopped me - they were definitely inviting me to join them. Maybe they had seen me say goodbye to Sato-san, I don’t know, but I had to join them.” The look Alex was giving me changed again, still some worry, but now I could see a hint of displeasure as well.
“They both spoke very reasonable English, but were excited to hear my few Japanese words. They complimented me and before I knew it there was a drink in my hand as we continued to talk. I was really enjoying myself, these girls were so cute and so friendly. You know how I have a thing for Oriental women, Asuka and Saika were being so nice to me.” Displeasure was no longer just hinted at in Alex’s eyes, but I can’t stop now. I turned my head - I didn’t want to see her expression, and then I continued.
“They told me they had a one night lay-over and that the airline had booked them into a real nice hotel suite. Then, they told me they thought I was so handsome, and smart for learning some Japanese, and asked me to go with them - they said they wanted to show me this suite - they had never seen such a large room and wanted to know if it was typical.” ALex was no longer sitting back, she wasn’t relaxed anymore. Her look, was one I guess women get to use a lot - what was I thinking with - it certainly wasn’t my brain.
“I wasn’t thinking straight, I was under the spell of these two. I couldn’t help myself, and I knew I could control myself if it came to that. As we left, with Asuka on my left arm and Saika on my right, I could feel an extra bounce in my walk, especially when other guys gave me a quick look that expressed their admiration for what I had.” Christ, not my fault and bragging in the space of two sentences. What an idiot I am!
“The hotel was close by the airport so we were there in a few minutes. The girls were right, it was a big suite. I told them so but before I knew it they had taken my coat and I was holding a drink. I felt a little nervous, especially after Asuka started talking in Japanese to Saika. I couldn’t understand much of what she said, although I did pick up the words shinpai and penisu. They both giggled as they looked at me. And then Asuka surprised me - she started to take off her uniform. Saika stood behind her and helped. When Asuka’s pert breasts were revealed and then fondled by Saika I felt overwhelmed by both fear and lust. Alex, I’m sorry, so sorry. I can’t go on!” I was a wreck, I felt so guilty and worthless.
“Look at me!” she demanded. “Look at me!”
I forced myself to look at her. What I saw really shook me. She had a very determined look on her face, it was a cold, penetrating stare that greeted me. How could I continue?
“Tell me everything, leave nothing out!”
“I didn’t know what to do - these two definitely were hot and willing to play. I hadn’t had an experience like this since before I met you. I tried to will my cock to deflate but all it did was get harder as Asuka now undressed Saika. Their bodies were beautiful, their breasts were perfect, their pussies were shaved. What could I do? They stopped caressing each other, walked over to me, and then began to undress me. They giggled as they both struggled to get off my pants. As soon as my cock was freed Asuka got on her knees and began to lick the pre-cum off of me.” I couldn’t believe it - my cock was starting to stiffen even as I told Alex this.
“Did you like what she was doing to you?”
Alex was so full of surprises tonight. She really seemed interested, but maybe just to make me reveal what a total dick I was. Well, she’s tight, I am a total dick - getting what I deserve. But this is so humiliating.
“Yes, but Honey, I so love it when you suck me.” I had to say something to show her I love and appreciate her.
“Compare us - did she, Asuka, do anything different?”
Christ, there’s no escape! “Well, she did lick up and down my whole shaft, then she put just the head in her mouth and sucked on it for a very long time. I couldn’t believe how long she sucked without taking a breath.”
“Is that all?”
“No, she repeated this for a long time, then she lowered herself a little, tilted her head back, put my cock in her mouth, and swallowed it. She was deep-throating me, this petite Japanese girl was tickling her nose with my hairs.”
“I know about your lust for that, what you so cutely call ‘tonsil-tickling’. Fuck you, I’ve tried but throwing up is not my idea of sex!”, Alex practically shouted at me. I looked at her again - she was visibly upset but still had that determined look.
“Honey, I know, I know you’ve tried, but you and I know it can be done, and Asuka was sure showing me.” Good idea - make Alex feel inadequate. I am a fucking idiot!
“OK, you’ve got your cock deep in her mouth. What was Saika doing while you were enthroated?”
“She was behind me. She was pressing her breasts into my back while her hands were playing with my nipples and pinching them. I couldn’t believe it, these two were playing my body like it was a musical instrument. And they kept it up, but never taking me too far. I was so aroused and still they kept playing with me.”
“You poor boy, not in control,” she said to me, with more than a few drips of sarcasm in her voice. “Then what happened”?
“I felt Saika’s body lowering, I felt her hands pull my cheeks apart, and then I felt her warm breath on my ass!” I couldn’t help it, that was so wanton when it happened and it was wanton just saying it now. My fucking cock pulsed as I said it. Lord help me!
“Exhaling on your ass? How debased are you? I know you’ve had exotic ideas, we’ve done some, but really. I though I knew you.” I looked at Alex again, still that determined look, but something else too. “Come on, stop reliving it - keep talking!”
“I was surprised when the first breath of warm air hit me. I guess it really surprised me because I jerked forward a bit. Asuka made a noise, I looked down and my cock was farther in her mouth. And then she swallowed. I couldn’t believe the feeling on my head. Before I could do or say anything, I felt a warm wetness on my ass. Saika was pressing her tongue into me - she was licking my ass!”
“What did these two see in you? Your cock is average in size, you are older than them. What was it?”
“I don’t know, but I felt so lucky. It was like I was in another world. Of course I am a lucky man to be married to you.” Great, the hole I’m in is so deep I can hardly see the sky so I smartly use this bullshit shovel to dig a little deeper.
“Groveling, you haven’t even started!” Alex practically snarled at me. “Don’t stop now, keep talking!”
“Asuka finally withdrew my cock from her mouth. She stood up, kissed me, and said, ‘Watashi o tabero.’”
“Translation, please,” snarled Alexandra. Her tone did not surprise me.
“Eat me, it means eat me,” I said.
“I suppose you obliged her - I know how much you like to do that, don’t I?” This time it was more of a sneer inflection than a snarl.
“Yes I did. She led me to the bedroom, laid back on the bed, opened her legs and beckoned me. I couldn’t help it, my mind was totally consumed by these fantastic events. I quickly assumed the position on the bed kneeling between her legs. Her lips already showed moisture, I lowered my head and began to lick her. As my tongue continued to probe between her soft lips I dimly felt Saika get on the bed behind me, and then her tongue bathing my ass again.”
“You have told me the Japanese consider personal cleanliness very important, but this is ridiculous.”
“I know, such a sweet looking girl, swabbing me down. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never had such an experience. I’ve read about it, but never, never imagined it being done to me. I would never ask you, Honey, never.”
“You don’t think I would do a good job, is that what you’re saying?” Alex asked me.
I couldn’t believe my ears - what was my wife suggesting? Was she competing in her mind with Asuka and Saika? I glanced at her and saw that determined look, but her eyes still puzzled me, there was something else hidden there. What was she thinking? And how was I going to answer this - it was like - have you stopped beating your wife.
“No Hon, I didn’t mean that, I just meant I wouldn’t ask you to demean yourself. I, I”
She cut me off: “When two people love one another they have to be free to share everything with each other. Are you saying you don’t love me?”
“No Hon, I didn’t mean that, I do love you, I really do. I, I”
She interrupted me again, “Fine way to show your love, screwing around with two strangers.” This was delivered in a sneering snarl. “Come on, my love, continue with your description - your tongue was in Asuka’s twat, maybe flicking at her clit, and Saika was washing your ass with her talented tongue - what more could happen?”
“I wondered too, but Saika soon showed me. She stopped licking me, and then I felt her tongue stiffen and begin to push into me. At first I clamped my asshole shut, but she kept pushing and pushing. She stopped for a minute and said ‘Yurumero’, I asked what that meant, she said ‘relax, loosen’. I tried to as her tongue again was pushing into me. Her tongue began to enter me. I kept thinking relax, relax, but then Asuka said ‘tabero’, reminding me that I had stopped eating her. I started tonguing her again.”
By now, I couldn’t stop telling this, even if I wanted to. My cock was rock-hard. I was so turned on by reliving this experience, and Alex hadn’t thrown me out yet.
“Then I felt one of Saika’s hands rub my chin. I stopped licking Asuka and pulled away to see Saika’s fingers, all four of them, probing Asuka’s very wet pussy. She was sliding in and out of that hot cunt, her fingers glistening. Then Asuka said “Kobushi”, Saika giggled, said “Hai”, tucked her thumb under her fingers and with a twisting motion put her hand into Asuka. I watched in amazement as Saika pushed in deeper and deeper. There was a veritable stream of pre-cum dangling from my painfully hard cock and when Saika’s forearm brushed against my balls I though I was going to explode.
“Saika’s tongue was no longer in my ass, she had shifted her body around so that she could concentrate on the fisting she was doing to Asuka. The bed shifted again and I suddenly was aware of another person behind me. Who was this person? And then I didn’t care because there was another tongue deeply inserted in my ass, which was now very relaxed.”
“You mean to tell me that a third person had somehow gotten in to the room and this person had apparently no qualms about joining the debauchery? And the first thing they did was anilingus? Peter, I am ashamed and embarassed to say this, but I almost feel envious of you. I will control that because I don’t yet know what I am going to do with you.” I was glad to hear no decision had been made - was there a glimmer of hope for me?
“A foursome, but not of golf. What happened next?”
“The tongue continued to probe me. I was so relaxed that the tongue was able to enter my ass without any problem at all. Someone, I don’t know who, would sometimes squeeze my balls or lightly touch my cock. It was driving me crazy. I was slurpimg away on Asuka’s clit, it was so wet from her juices and my saliva, Saika’s wrist was appearing and disappearing as she fisted Asuka. I glanced up to see Asuka pulling so hard on her tightly pinched nipples. She seemed to be having one long climax. Even though this was all happening part of me seemed to be floating above the bed, watching, mezmerized as the scene played out.
“Then things changed, the tongue was withdrawn from my ass, which immediately made me feel empty, the bed shifted a little, and I felt something harder than any tongue start to enter my ass. Was it a finger? I didn’t know and I didn’t care - it felt good. My ass didn’t feel empty anymore. I felt a warm breath in my ear, the unknown person behind me whispered: ‘You want to get fucked, you cocked slut?’ I also felt tits with rock-hard nipples pressing into my back. So it was another woman, a mystery woman. I could smell her perfume, it was a scent that rose above the smell of sex that surrounded all of us. What could I say - my mouth was consumed with the task of eating Asuka so I just groaned.” My cock felt the same as that night - I looked down at my pants and saw a big wet spot from all of the pre-cum I been oozing. I looked at Alex, her look was still one of determination but her eyes, I could see lust in them. I glanced down and was shocked to see that her nipples were very hard - clearly visible as they poked her blouse. I’ve turned her on with this incredible story, the hope was more than a glimmer and now included the possibility of make-up sex with her. Hot damn!
“So did you get fucked?” she asked.
“Yes, my brain was in such a fog of sexual euphoria, my whole body was experiencing such erotic ecstacy, It was all so overwhelming that I wanted to be fucked, especially if it meant that I would cum. My cock was on fire, and still an occasional light touch on my cock drove me nuts. By then I had figured out that she had a dildo in a harness. And she was fucking me. Then another whisper: ‘Open your ass, I’m going to go deeper.’ I thought I was wide open, but she showed me I had more to do as that dildo kept going further than before.”
Alex had unbuttoned her blouse and was squeezing her breasts very hard, Her nipples were harder and more elongated than I had ever seen them.
“Don’t stop!” she whispered. Her voice was now dripping with lust. I am going to fuck her, unless my cock explodes first.
“By now she had a good, steady fuck rhythm, which took the edge off just a bit. Asuka cried out ‘No more’ so I finally stopped eating her clit and Saika slowly withdrew her hand. I looked at Asuka’s pussy - it was wide open but then it began to close up. And then my prayers were answered as Saika positioned her mouth under my throbbing cock. As soon as I thrust into her mouth the dildo in my ass was pulled out. What a feeling of emptiness! Before I could form the words…”
“What words Peter, what words did you want to say?” Alex asked. The way she asked, it sounded coy to me.
“‘Fuck me, fuck my ass!’ was what I wanted to say. But before the words came out something did start to probe my ass. Something began to enter me, but it was very large. Then the whisper: ‘Push out!’, I did and whatever it was was in me. Another whisper: ‘You liked to see Saika’s fist in Asuka, didn’t you?’ I groaned, both from the excitement of that scene as well as beginning to realize that I was being fisted. ‘It’s your turn now to get fisted!’ As I heard those words, those exciting, frightening words Saika sucked hard on my cock and that fist was fucking me. Finally my cum was released. There was so much of it I just about drowned poor Saika. She managed to get my cock out of her mouth, her entire torso was soon covered as spurt after spurt shot out of my burning cock. The whole time that fist was fucking me. And that’s all I know - I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was putting on my clothes in that empty hotel room and driving home. And I have to say, a drive that was unpleasant - it was hard to find a comfortable way to sit.”
“Well Peter that is quite a story. I think the first thing that we need to do is to check on your medical condition.”
“What medical condition?”
“Your ass, I thought your fidgeting was because of what you were telling me, and that is probably partly true, but your poor ass. Come in, into the bedroom, so I can see if there is any damage.”
“Honey, I’ll be OK.”
“Nonsense, come on.”
I was soon face down on the bed, undressed. with my cock still drooling pre-cum on the sheets.
“Just lie there, I’ll get some things from the bathroom.” I felt Alexandra get on the bed, then she said, “Raise your ass up.” I did as she asked, I felt her get between my legs and then her mouth was on my cock. “Alex, what are you doing to…” I never finished the sentence. I knew what she was doing as I felt her lubed hand slide into my ass and I smelled that perfume again. It was soon over, my cum in her mouth and on her tits, nipples still taut, my ass burning from all of the fucking I had received.
Alexandra lay next to me, softly talking. “Asuka and Saika were interns at my office. We became good friends, very good friends. One day I suddenly decided that things were going to be different between you and I. They had shown me what real lust could be. Not the old fucker and fuckee roles. But so much more than that. And Peter, if you want to fist me I would welcome it.
My brain was still recovering from all the shocks it had received, all the revelations that had overloaded my entire nervous system.
“I’ll think about it.”

“What would it take to get you to kiss me,” Paul, my friend and sometimes lover, stood on my front door step, off-duty but still in uniform. There would be little challenge in coaxing me to kiss him. Tall with dark hair, deep blue eyes and a quick smile, Paul was my romantic ideal of a clean-cut cop. His broad shoulders and tight ass, formed by hours in the gym and miles of road work, made my cunt throb with longing.
The afternoon sun, glinting off the rim of Paul’s shades, reminded me that the time of year was perfect. The days, though still cool, were getting warmer and the scent of fresh spring air clung to Paul’s body as he stepped across my threshold. Wrapping my arms around him, I buried my nose against his chest, breathing his scent. Fresh air. Leather. Exhaust. And the male musk that was uniquely my lover. With a sudden urgency, I needed to taste his skin. I began trailing my hands over his chest, slipping under his heavy leather jacket into the intimate warmth created by his body.
I felt Paul bury his nose in my hair, nuzzling me, murmuring something about the day having been a long one. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I felt him draw me closer, pressing me against the hard length of his body. Tipping my head back, I told him I was happy he was off-duty and safe for another day. Looking up into Paul’s eyes, I watched their stormy intensity scanning my face. He cupped my jaw in the palm of his hand and traced my cheek bone with his forefinger while his thumb outlined my mouth. My lips opened under his gentle touch and my tongue lightly touched the pad of his thumb before my teeth grazed his skin.
Emitting a low, masculine response, Paul’s lips brushed mine, less a kiss than an enticement. His mouth caressed mine gently before his tongue touched my lower lip, tracing it, testing its shape and resilience. Unable to resist the teasing slowness of his seduction, my tongue reached longingly to touch his. We tasted each other fully, tenderly, exploring each other as our tongues entwined, dancing in earnest desire for so much more.
As our kisses deepened, Paul cupped my breast through my blouse and bra, teasing my nipple.  I gasped in pleasure and pressed into his palm as my hands traced over the crisp fabric of his uniform shirt under his jacket.  I caressed his back and sides, running my fingers up and down his ribs as he cradled my breast in his palm.  Sliding my hand between our bodies, I pressed against the crotch of his riding breaches, feeling the start of his arousal.  Gently, I squeezed the length of his cock before caressing him through his clothes as he inhaled deeply, sharply through his nose. 
Breaking our kiss, I nibbled my way along Paul’s jaw, lavishing in the masculine texture of his five o’clock shadow under my lips and cheek.  My tongue traced along his neck, then up to his ear lobe which I suckled and kissed.  Paul’s breath was hot against my neck as he sighed deeply, his eyes closed and cheek pressed against me in response.
With a sudden growl, Paul grasped my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he turned my face and plundered my mouth.  His other hand clutched mine, pressing my palm firmly against his hardness.  My breath caught in my throat as the dampness between my legs became a pooling wetness.  Slowly, I backed toward the living room, breaking our kiss.  I tugged the lapels of his motor jacket, coaxing him to follow me.  As always, the sight of Paul in his sexy uniform caused my womb to tighten in anticipation.  Reaching the couch, my fingers traced along the top of his gun belt as he started to unfasten it.  My mouth watered at the thought that soon his cock would be free; hot, hard and naked for me to handle, nuzzle and taste.  He began to remove his jacket but I stopped him.
“Leave it on for now,” I whispered against Paul’s lips, pressing him back to sit on the couch cushions.  “You can take it off later.” 
Hiking my long, flowing skirt to my knees, I straddled Paul’s lap, threading my fingers through his hair, looking down into his upturned face.  Overwhelmed by sexual hunger, I kissed his mouth; the sound of feminine need issuing from my throat.  I smoothed my hands over his shoulders before leaning back to unbutton my blouse.  Paul brushed my hands away and assumed the task himself, watching as soft, white flesh was revealed with each button released from captivity.  His hands smoothed over my bra, reaching around to the back to release the clasp with practiced ease.  With a quick tug, the blouse and bra were discarded and I stood on my knees before him, bare-breasted, nipples pebble hard — pale shadows of the desire I felt for Paul, the need for him to claim me with his body for a few short hours.
Cupping my generous breasts, Paul weighed and shaped them with his fingers, tracing the nipples gently before tweaking them, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs and sending electrical shocks to a spot in my belly, just below my navel.  I felt my pussy getting wetter.  Pressing up, I raised my breasts to his mouth, brushing my nipples across the razor stubble on his chin and mewling in response.  Groaning quietly, Paul began to lick and suckle one breast as his hand played with the other.  I could have spent the rest of the night in exactly this pose, clutching his head gently as he feasted on my flesh but I also had a taste for him. I had a need to run my fingers along the length of Paul’s cock and feel its turgid strength; to cup his balls and play with them before suckling the satiny soft skin encasing them.
Reaching for Paul’s zipper, I asked him to lift his hips so I could unfasten and open his breaches to gain access to his groin.  Between kisses and with his assistance, Paul’s cock sprang free as I sank to the floor, between his legs, encased in tall, leather riding boots.  Admiring the masculine beauty of his cock, my fingers traced lightly over Paul’s hot, silken skin in worshipful caresses.  My mouth hovered over the broad head of his cock, yearning for that first sweet, salty taste of his skin.
Looking up into his eyes, I brushed my tongue over the head of Paul’s cock.  His blue eyes were nearly black with desire, hooded as lust wrested control of his being.  Grasping the base of his cock, I squeezed it lightly, running my thumb over the back as I worked up his length.  Dipping my head, I licked the very base of his cock, moving up the shaft as I licked from side to side, tasting his hardness.  Reaching the head, I licked back and forth across the notched back, teasing my tongue into the most sensitive area before taking him fully into my mouth.  I sucked him briefly then pull away and blow a cool stream of air over his wet flesh before licking my way back to the base of his cock and to his balls.
I buried my face in Paul’s groin wanting him more than I thought possible as I began to tongue the tender skin of his scrotum.  Paul’s hand dropped to my head as I licked and sucked his balls; his fingers threading smoothly through my hair.  He whispered hotly, telling me how seeing me between his knees sucking his cock and balls caused a knot of lust to burn low in his belly.  He told me how much he wanted to plow his cock inside me but I wasn’t through feasting on his rod.
Standing on my knees, I took him greedily into my mouth, fisting the base of his cock and jacking him as I sucked.  I wagged my head from side to side and in a figure eight, letting his cock slide around over my soft, wet tongue. The unpredictable shifting of his shaft caused Paul to lift his hips slightly, yearning for even greater fulfillment.  Using my fist to keep him from shoving too far into my mouth and throat, I began to bob over him, fucking his cock into my mouth as I sucked, my tongue caressing the back and fluttering against the tip. I tasted the flow of Paul’s precum and used the tip of his cock to coat my lips as I looked into his eyes.  He groaned for me to slow down or he would release his load before having a chance to fuck me. Doing as he asked, I slowly licked his cock from base to tip again and again. 
Standing, Paul’s six-foot frame towered over me; his uniform a symbol of his authority; his cock, impossibly hard, sticking out before him.  Sparks of electricity flamed through my cunt, spawning goose flesh along my arms and causing me to shiver. Noticing my tremor, Paul removed his motor jacket, telling me I looked cold. Helping me stand, he slipped the warm leather around me, holding the coat as I slid my arms into sleeves that dangled past my fingertips. The heady scent of Paul’s body mingled with the aroma of leather that surrounded me. I was in heaven.  I leaned back against his chest and felt him cup my tits, playing with my nipples as he kissed the length of my neck above the collar of the jacket.
Turning me, Paul asked me to sit on the couch, saying it was his turn to crouch on the floor between my knees.  My heart pounded at the sight of him in his blues, such strength and control, such authority and command kneeling to pay homage to my pussy; to pleasure me with his mouth and tongue and fingers.  My eye lids fluttered as he smoothed his hands over my calves and thighs.  Lifting my skirt, Paul peered at my wet pussy like a naughty school boy.  Humor and lust were etched on his face as he followed his deftly caressing fingers under my skirts.  He pressed my legs further apart and pulled my hips forward on the couch, laying me down and spreading my thighs to gain greater access to my cunt.
Kisses, as soft and tender as those Paul rained on my lips and neck, touched my thighs. One, then another more lingering, and another.  The breadth of his tongue skimmed the surface of my skin. Lightly using his fingertips, Paul opened the soft, pink petals of my pussy and paused. Though my skirt fell over his head, obscuring my view of him, I imagined Paul staring at the auburn curls and lush opening of my cunt as he decided just where to begin feasting. Dipping low, Paul’s tongue brushed my skin just above my ass, then worked up one side of my slit and down the other. My breathing was rapid and shallow as I prayed for him to tongue-fuck me as he encountered the wetness that seeped well past the entry of my pussy. 
With feather-light dexterity, Paul’s tongue worked up and down my labia, switching sides to equally divide his attention.  My hips moved on their own volition as he closed in on my clit.  Pushing my skirt back from his head, Paul stared up at me.  My slick wetness was shiny around his lips and on his cheeks as he whispered, “Cum to me.”
I stopped breathing for a suspended moment of anticipation then released short, shallow puffs as Paul approached my clit.  Finally, he made contact, licking intently causing me to emit soft moans of pleasure and want.  His fingers fucked into my wet slit, scissoring and stroking my G-spot as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.  I closed my eyes to bask in the pleasure of his expertise, thrusting my hips against his face, moaning with my approach to the abyss then, with a scrape of his hard, white teeth against my clit, I crashed into oblivion, thrashing against him as his arms wrap around my thighs to hold me in check.
In the next moment, Paul was rising over me, his ridged cock sliding into the heat and wetness of my pussy.  Wordlessly, he fucked into me, a wash of pleasure over his face.  I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, skimming my hands along the sleeves of his uniform until they rested on his shoulders.  The wet sound of our rhythmic union filled the room as my female cum coated his cock and ran down his balls.  Finally, he asked me to turn, get on my knees and put my elbows on the couch cushions.
Entering me from behind, Paul fucked my pussy again, his wet balls slapping against my clit.  Rocking my hips, I helped direct his strokes across my G-spot, yearning for the feeling of another climax to wash over me.  Spreading my ass with his hands, Paul began to work a finger into me telling me in actions, rather than words, his ultimate goal. He wanted to bury his hard cock into my ass and fuck it until he creamed.  With my face pressed against the couch throw pillows, I was unable to see Paul but I visualized him, a sleekly muscled, uniformed officer hot to fuck the ass spread in front of him.
Knowing I stored lube and toys in a decorative box in the living room, Paul pulled out of my cunt and returned moments later. In a hoarse voice he asked, “What do you want?”
“You know what I want,” I responded.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to shove that big cock of yours inside me and fuck my ass hard.”
“Is this what you want me to fuck?” Paul asked, spanking my ass cheek loudly with his slightly cupped palm. “You want want me deep in your nasty whore ass?”
“Yes, please,” I moaned, turned on by the demanding tone of Paul’s voice as he slapped my ass several more times.
Dropping to one knee, Paul spread my ass, rimming me with his tongue. I could feel an erotic grimace take control of my face as I let out a squeak in response to the tingling want forming deep inside me. Hungrily, he licked me, coaxing my ass to relax and welcome the coming invasion. As his tongue and lips smacked with wet sounds, I shuddered in pleasure, moaning in want, yearning to be filled.
Rolling a condom into place, Paul stood and coated his cock with lube before pressing the wide, flared head against the rim of my ass. “You like the idea of a big, hard cop filling your tight ass, don’t you, slut?” Paul whispered as he worked the head of his cock into me.
Slowly, slowly, he filled me with his shaft. My ass, unused by anyone but Paul, was tight and hot around his prick as he took short, shallow strokes before reaching for the purple jelly vibrator with a clit tickler he retrieved from my toy box and left laying on the table behind the couch.  Carefully, Paul worked the head of the vibrator into my wet cunt, made tighter by the fullness of his cock in my ass. Carefully, he fucked the length into me. When the vibrator was buried deep in my cunt and the tickler snugged securely against my clit, he turned it on, making me chirp in reaction. As I sank into the swirling wash of sensations, Paul’s cock worked with languid strokes into my ass as his hand repeatedly smacked against my quivering ass cheeks with stinging spanks.
“Do you like that, slut? Do you like it when I spank you?” Paul asked, slapping my ass again.
Unable to answer coherently, I simply groaned, “Yes” and felt his hand connect again.
Dominated by Paul’s presence, I gave myself up to the fullness stretching my holes, the vibrations from the front and the demanding strokes from behind. As he fucked my ass, Paul could feel the vibrations from my cunt against his cock. Changing the angle of his strokes, Paul forced the vibrator to ride on my G-spot, causing me to gasp and moan in response.
“You Goddamn, fucking whore,” Paul grunted as he fucked my ass with deep strokes, driving both of us closer to climax. “You know you want to cum with me fucking your ass. Do it. Cum for me.”
Bracing his arms on either side of the back of the sofa, Paul began to hammer into my ass with full-length body strokes that drove me into the soft seat cushions at an awkward angle. His cock filled my ass, stretching it wide as the soft inner walls of my rectum gripped him. My entire being became a shuddering mass of nerve endings and inarticulate gasps and grunts as my consciousness gradually merged with the teasing buzz of the vibrator. Paul’s cock, body and panting breath were all that existed in the world beyond the sensations of my own flesh. As I squeezed my inner muscles, gripping the shafts that penetrated my body, the remainder of the world melted into oblivion. I began to cum with lusty shrieks of ecstasy.  My cunt and ass tightened as muscles spasmed in response to the joy raging throughout my nervous system.  Paul pounded relentlessly into my ass, until he could hold back no longer and thrust himself balls-deep to cum while inside me.
Collapsing on top of me, Paul wrapped me in his arms and rolled us to the floor. Panting, we laid spooned together, his softening cock still buried in my ass.  With my hands free, I shut off and withdrew the vibrator from my cunt and set it aside.  Gradually, Paul withdraw from the heat of my body, turning me in his arms until I laid against his chest. Sharing a lingering kiss, I began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

“Great, just fucking great!” I thought as I pulled to the side of the road in recognition of the blue lights behind me. The last thing I needed right now was a fucking ticket. After the third 12-hour day this week, all I wanted to do was get home and rest before the one tomorrow. I couldn’t tell you how fast I was going because I was too busy masturbating to notice. I pulled out my handy drivers license and got ready for the usual bullshit so I could get home and get off, and still get in bed at a decent hour. I didn’t bother to pull my skirt down, cause I knew I’d finish the job by the time the cop got done.
When the cop got to my window, I looked up and saw one of the finest black men I have seen in my entire life. He was so tall and so dark…and his hands were huge. The only thing I could think of was how good those fingers would feel in my wet pussy. “Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked politely in a seductively deep voice. “Well, sir, my guess is I was either speeding or swerving.” He chuckled when he saw my disarrayed skirt and pruned fingers. “Miss…Jones…just exactly what were you doing to be so distracted? Where are you headed?”
“Well, Officer…” I strained to read his name tag, “…Williams, I’m headed home. Busy week at work and been doing overtime. As for what I was doing…I like to think of it as relieving stress.” The officer smiled. Then I spoke again, “Sir, I don’t want to be rude, but you kinda interrupted something. I’d really like to get back to it if I could, so if you are going to give me a ticket, go ahead. But when you are done with business…could you aid me in a little pleasure?” The officer smiled widely. He copied my address and license number onto the notepad he was holding in his hand. “Here is your license Miss Jones. I’m going to let you off with a warning. As for the rest…I am going to let you pull away. Go to the grocery store there on Main Street. I will meet you there and tell you where to meet me for your request…okay?” I nodded. “Good. If you don’t show…I know where to come get you and give you that ticket.” He smiled and nodded, and walked back to his car. Threat or no threat, I had no intention of not meeting him.
Sure enough, he met me at the grocery store about five minutes later, and told me to follow him. I did, and he drove behind one of the strip mall shopping centers. He got out of the car, as did I, and I could see the enormous bulge in his pants. He quickly unzipped them, and slid his cock into my waiting mouth. It tasted divinely…and I licked and suck and massaged his dick, till he pulled me to my feet. When I looked at it fully hard, I gasped. It was about 9 inches long, but as thick as my wrist. Now I’m no fragile little white girl. I got meat on my bones, that’s for damn sure, but most men still find me very attractive with my ass length red hair and innocent blue eyes. He bent me over the back of the car, and began to finger my sopping wet pussy, first one, then two then three…I felt like I was in heaven.
“You like the feel of my big black fingers in that tight little pussy of yours, don’t ya?” I began to moan very loudly. The more I moaned, the harder he fingered me. Just as I felt myself reaching the brink of orgasm, he stopped and chuckled. “Not yet my pretty white princess…” He then wrapped his hand around his enormous cock, and began to position it near the entrance to my pussy. Teasingly he pushed just a little in, then came back out…not even getting the head all the way in. After doing this a few times, I was beginning to go mad with desire. I began pushing pack onto his cock to help him out a little. He took the hint, grabbed my hips, and slammed his entire cock into me with one long stroke. I began to come and come hard. He was so big…I felt so full, and I loved it. He continued to fuck me hard and I continued to come, my body promising to keep my pussy wet for as long as he wanted to fuck it.
Then suddenly I felt his grip on my hips tighten, and he began to fuck me even harder…then he pulled me to him, got as deep inside me as he could, and I began to feel his hot, thick cum coating the inside of my pussy. Once he finished coming, I turned around, got on my knees, and sucked him clean.
Once he was clean, he put his cock back in his pants, and helped me into my car. “Miss Jones…” he began. “No, its Kymberli,” I interrupted. “Okay Kymberli, I think we are going to have to do this again very soon.” He turned towards his cruiser, then stopped for a moment…”By the way, I’m Tyrone,” he said and smiled. Then he got in his car and drove off. I took his lead and went home.
For weeks after that, every time he saw my car, he pulled behind me, flashed his lights, then I could follow him where ever, and we would proceed to have the hottest, most intense sex I had ever had in my life…
That is, until the day he called for back up…

They walked through the corridor that teemed with reporters shouting for comments, their microphones and pocket recorders waving in Alicia’s face. The sound was drowned out of habit. Every day for nearly six months Alicia had come in and out of this courtroom being bombarded by questions and accusations. She had been instructed not to answer anything; regardless of what the reporters said or did and no matter how much what they said wounded her. She had thought about suing the TV stations for mental anguish. So many things they had shouted at her, about her, and about her sister had been insults meant to garner a response. Why it was they had to hang around and badger people in poor emotional states was completely beyond Alicia even before she had been the one on the receiving end of the torment reporters could savage. Alicia Jenkins’s lawyer was speaking at her quickly, but she hadn’t heard a word he had said. A hand rested softly on her shoulder, temporarily shifting her consciousness into reality. Alicia turned to see Officer Bailey Thomas, the officer who had been the man to work through the entire case. He reached a hand out to her and although his lips moved, she couldn’t hear the words he spoke. She nodded meekly and let herself be guided, flashing a glance back at her sister’s attacker who smiled and laughed and shook hands with his father and lawyer.
“Why don’t we go for a cup of coffee or something, Alicia?” Bailey’s voice sounded so far from where Alicia was in the fog of her thoughts and although he was trying to keep things chipper he was obviously upset. She smiled softly, not wanting to be alone. Her mind was not exactly her own today and she knew it.
“If you have time, it would be great.”
Bailey smiled, his eyes looking down at his shoes. “I thought that someone should be here with you. It’s been a hard time for you.” He met her eyes and smiled a warm smile. “It’s only fair that it should be me, right?” They walked the street to get away from the courthouse and everything it had come to represent in the last few days.
Alicia had no need of the white cardigan draped over her arm due to the unseasonably warm weather. It was nice to feel the sun on her face and smell the warm breeze that signaled the return of spring. The trees were budding and many people were in short sleeved shirts and sandals. It was days like this that Allison and Alicia used to go jogging in the park together, Alicia chatting about her boss and his thinly veiled chauvinism and Allison about clients she had to deal with at the law firm she worked for or her recent flavor of the week boyfriend. They would usually follow the joggers trail through the park and then stop for smoothies before they headed for home. Allison always got something with pineapple.
Alicia slowly became aware the conversation had lagged and Bailey was staring at her with a rather odd expression. “I really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been very helpful, especially with catching who did this to my sister, even if he did get off.”
“I don’t understand how the court system works, Alicia. I just work for it. And sometimes it is patently wrong. I can’t explain it even though I wish I could.”
“I know you can’t. I’m just at a loss. I’ve had time to deal with my sister’s death and although I am not over it by any stretch of the imagination, I have accepted that she is not coming back.” Alicia shrugged hopelessly. “It’s over now. It isn’t fair, but it’s over. And I just want it all to end.”
Bailey squeezed her arm reassuringly. “I know this has been terrible for you. I hope that you heal quickly from it.” He stopped to open the door of the coffee shop for her. “And that sounded really unsympathetic.”
“You were being honest. I like that.”
They selected a booth table on the heavy painted brick walls of The Central Grind. Alicia sat facing the large pane windows surrounding the door. “It’s busy today. Why don’t you just have a seat and I’ll go get something. Maybe I can surprise you.” Bailey smiled a cute smile with just the corner of his mouth and headed to the back of the line. Alicia sadly smiled and watched him. He had been very supportive of her though this whole thing and had not only been part of the team who discovered her sister’s assailant, but he had also helped her with lawyers and the legal action she needed to pursue. He had been with her through the court battles and the varying grueling days in and out of the courthouse as an escort. Now he was buying her coffee. He really was too sweet.
Alicia’s thoughts were finally freed from the prison she had locked then in through the entire trial. She wondered what Allison had been thinking the night she was murdered. Did her thoughts drift to friends and family? What about her life and what she had done and still might have left to do? Did her killer even care? Alicia was certain the man they had prosecuted was the killer. Jason Altwater, son of a business tycoon that owned not only an oil company but also an expensive importing business and jewelry chain. Their family had more money than they could have ever used and then some. His daddy had enough money to silence the Pope and made no secret about throwing his money around to make sure whatever he wanted happened. It would have been unacceptable for any blemish to stain the family name, so of course daddy had cemented the mouths of any potential witnesses or informants with money. How could she have ever expected justice to be had when he had so much on his side and she had nothing?
How could a jury have heard the same evidence that she had heard and still plead innocence? Alicia closed her eyes and shook her head, rage clutching in her belly. Jason had said that Allison was of “questionable character”. The entire trial he had played at an act of innocence and would stop at nothing to prove it. He was nothing more than another spoiled little rich kid using daddy’s money, power, and influence so he could do whatever he pleased, including murder, and not have to pay the price. It was too much. If anything could have gone worse than the trial, Alicia would have been surprised.
“I’m very sorry to hear about your sister.” The voice was too familiar.
Alicia’s eyes snapped open. Her brow furrowed as many things ran through her mind, but nothing came forward enough for her to say it. She just sat and stared at him with a darkly confused look. “I’m sure you know my name by now. You’ve been hearing it for the better part of an entire year, you know?” He smiled as he jotted a name and number on the napkin sitting in front of her on the table. “You’re very beautiful, you know. Maybe if you got to know me a bit better you wouldn’t think me capable of doing such atrocious things to young girls.”
Alicia took the napkin and looked at it for a moment. Her face contorted as she crumpled the napkin, and then stuffed it into the lapel of his jacket. “Stick it up your ass.”
He only laughed and pulled the napkin back out of his pocket. He smoothed it out on the table in front of her. “You might want to consider hanging onto that number. I’m sure you’ll change your mind.” He rose from the table with a smirk and strolled back out of the coffee shop.
“I would look into a restraining order, Alicia.” Bailey set a large china mug in front of her on the table as he watched Jason’s retreating figure dance through the front door. Alicia stared up at him, her expression blank, and the noise fading to white. He didn’t say anything, simply waited.
“I wish this shit had never fucking happened to me.”
Bailey snorted his coffee. “Where did that mouth come from, Alicia? In the amount of time I have known you, you haven’t ever used those words. Are you sure you’re alright?” Alicia couldn’t tell Bailey what she was thinking because it sounded crazy even in her own head. She eyed him wearily.
“You know, I thought I was up to this but I’m not. Can we please go home?”
“I’ll just go get us some travel cups and we’ll be on our way, okay? Give me just a minute.” Alicia watched until Bailey’s back was turned, then picked the number up from the table and stuffed it into her purse.
~*~*~*~
“Whenever you’re sick of me, Alicia, you can tell me to leave and I will go home.”
“I asked you to come in when you dropped me off, remember?” She smiled a very soft smile and moved over on the loveseat to make room for him. He took the cue to sit down beside her without a second’s thought. Alicia sighed softly and leaned over against him, wrapping her arms around the arm closest to her. “Could you just…”
Bailey didn’t allow her to finish. He set his coffee cup down on the polished wood end table and wrapped both arms around her shoulders to pull her in close to him. She burrowed into his arms curling against the warmth of his chest. Bailey rubbed his hand across her back, rested his chin against her head softly and felt her skin warming under his touch. Bailey had been the only person to have stuck with her through the whole trial. The only people outside of him that she could call friend were just people she knew from work. Her love life had been less than eventful, having put relationships off until she had a secure place, having been taught that men only wanted successful and independent women to provide for themselves. That way when you gave up your life to them to play housewife and mother, it would mean more to them. She hadn’t really minded because she didn’t need anyone else. Alicia had always had Allison. Now Allison was gone; really and truly gone, and she was alone. The grief struck like a bowling ball to the gut and she reacted in kind. Bailey’s hand slid under Alicia’s chin and lifted her head gently, his eyes probing hers. Her eyes met his and she felt the pang of loneliness in her chest as a single tear rolled down her cheek. They paused and looked deep into the other’s eyes. She was tired of being alone and thought it silly to fear being alone, dying alone, and never sharing love with another person.
Alicia jumped forward, kissing Bailey with the passion mixed from repressed tears, pain and fear. Bailey stiffened in shock before melding into the kiss, holding Alicia tightly. She yanked at the button on his pants. It plinked off of the table lamp and left the shade trembling. Bailey’s eyes widened. He held Alicia at arm’s length, her head jerking back in the quickness of his movement. She looked alarmed.
“Alicia, what are you doing?”
She blinked and stammered. “I… I just… I thought you… I…” Her head drooped. “I lost my parents when I was nineteen and now with my sister gone, I’m just lost.” Alicia bit her lip, fighting back the tears rather unsuccessfully. “Now that… thing… has gotten away with murder and my last real human connection died and died for nothing.” The tears streamed down Alicia’s cheeks, dropping silently on her brown tweed skirt.
“Alicia…”
Alicia’s eyes shot back up to Bailey’s, raw pain shining in them with the dew-like tears that graced her soft blonde eyelashes. She trembled slightly as her hands wrapped around his shoulders, gripping them tightly. “I need somebody. I want that somebody to be you. I saw it, Bailey. I saw it in your eyes. You feel the same way I do. You don’t want to die alone, having never shared yourself with someone who will remember you. I can’t think of anything worse than dying unremembered.” They stared at each other for a very long time, neither of them saying anything. Alicia’s eyes shone like sapphires, small wisps of her honey gold tresses clinging to her face. Bailey’s eyes showed his indecision. It was obvious that he wanted her, but she was also distraught and might regret her decision in the morning. He warred with himself silently, weighing each of the options carefully. Alicia’s voice was soft and pleading, “Please, Bailey.”
Bailey scooped Alicia off of the couch and walked through her kitchenette and up the stairs. “If we are going to do this, Alicia Jenkins, we are going to do it right.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Alicia waited for Bailey’s breathing to slow before making her way to the bathroom. She welcomed the soft silk of her dressing gown and tied it around her waist, then went downstairs. She took a glass from the back of the sink, rinsed it once before filling it with water, drank half of the water and dumped the rest down the sink. The sky began to streak with pink and orange and yellow from the setting sun as she stood staring over the horizon. A bittersweet smile crept over her face. Alicia had always thought she would be dialing her sister on the phone after her first time, giggling madly and exchanging tips. Instead she was standing cold and alone in her kitchen.
Allison had always been the more promiscuous of the two of them. Alicia was the sweet little good girl. It was no surprise. Allison had been the prettier of the two twins and, even though you couldn’t tell at first sight, they had been fraternal twins. A picture of the two of them on the stand caught Alicia’s attention. She sat delicately on the sofa and fingered the frame. She stared at the photo and smiled even though her eyes were rimmed with tears. “I wish I could tell you all about it, Si. He’s a wonderful guy. Then again, you would probably tell me he’s too vanilla and relate one of your crazy stories about night club bathrooms. He’s really nice to me, Alli.” Her eyes scanned the photo and her sister’s smiling face. Alicia clutched the photo to her chest and allowed the tears to fall down her face. She didn’t care that it had been a year since her sister died. She was still dead and Alicia was minus a sister, confidant, friend, and family. Allison was the last living relative Alicia had.
Still clutching the photo, Alicia rifled through her purse for the phone number she had gotten earlier. He had been acquitted of the crime and couldn’t be tried again, so maybe he could tell her some details of her sister’s last moments. All she needed was some form of closure. She picked up the phone and dialed the number, her hands trembling, and listened as it rang.
~*~*~*~*~*~ “Thank you for seeing me tonight.”
“It’s not a problem. You know, I am really shocked that you decided to come and talk to me. I know you didn’t think I was innocent today in the court room or when I talked to you at the coffeehouse.” He pulled out a chair for her to sit, which she took gladly. “I’m not such a bad guy, you know?”
Her eyes flicked to his. “You’ve said that before, Jason.”
His brow furrowed. “Your sister must have talked to you about me, then. Can I offer you a drink?”
“Mm. Yea. Something strong.”
“Your sister loved to party. Would you like to visit her favorite room in the house?” He smiled the most perfect playboy smile he could muster as he handed her the drink he had prepared for her.
“Sure.”
Jason took her hand, led her out of the lounge and down the hall. The moonlight peeked in through skylights and touched on the panels of art framed along the walls. Jason pushed open a door and gestured inside, allowing her through in front of him. What met her eyes was a recreation of a medieval torture chamber. Manacles lined the north wall and thick English oak tables, well scarred with use, were along the west wall. She walked into the room and took in the ambiance, running her hand along the dark grey brick, the rugged points snagging against her fingertips. It was cool to the touch. She lifted one of the chains from the manacles. “This was her favorite room, was it?”
“It sure was.” His voice had picked up a dark tinge that made her shiver to her toes.
“What did you do down here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice soft, gentle, and completely innocent.
“Your sister was quite the sport. Would you want me to show you what she’s done? Just to warn you, it might shock you a little bit. I’m sure you knew your sister as a really sweet, kind girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Yea, that sounds about right.” The corner of her mouth turned up in a wry smile.
“Such an impish grin you have!” He laughed and lifted her chin with one finger. “I bet you’re not as innocent as you look, are you?”
“You might be surprised, actually. Let me show you, won’t you?” She walked toward him and coyly sipped her drink. Jason grinned and stepped backward for each step she took toward him.
“Should I beg for mercy? I am not very experienced at being the, you know- but I know that I like to hear them scream. I am always willing to try new things. Do you usually play in a dominant position?”
“I don’t know. I would imagine being a submissive.”
Jason sat his drink on one of the heavy tables and whipped open the cupboards. “You will find several toys and so forth. If you can’t find one of your liking, I am sure we can improvise.” He strolled casually over to one of the tables and ran his hand over it lovingly. “These tables have been well worn. I imported what was left of them from someone’s garage. I suspect that they used them at one point and time for the same thing I use them for. I would kill to get a set of tables actually used for torture.” His eyes flicked up. “I’m sorry, what was your name? I didn’t quite catch it. Alicia, isn’t it?”
The butler entered the chamber with a cordless telephone in his hand. “You may wish to take this call, Sir.” His eyes darted nervously between both of them and although he kept his composure, it was obvious he was uncomfortable.
“Later. I’m busy.” Jason’s eyes danced. “I have a guest, can’t you see? Take a message and I will call them back later.”
“But, Sir, it….”
Jason slammed his hand down against the grooved oak table. “You heard what I said!” His voice took on a sinister edge. He stalked closer and put his face in the face of the now slightly quivering servant. “Take a message. Hang up the phone. Now leave.”
The man simply nodded and turned away, his eye catching and holding with her own blue eyes, causing her to shudder involuntarily. The door closed tight as the man left with the telephone in tow. This all was familiar to her, as though she had lived it before. She closed her eyes hard and when she opened them, Jason was back to rubbing the same slightly worn spot on the table as he had been before.
“So. Shall we?” It had taken strength to regain her voice. She gestured to the table. Jason was slightly frightening when he was angry. The quicker she could get him into the manacles, the more comfortable she would be. He looked at her with a sly glance and slid onto the table. Wasting no time, she locked him into position. Both his hands and feet were manacled and padlocked. She reached under the table where the spare keys were kept and tucked them into her pocket.
“You left my clothes on. How exactly do you expect to get anywhere while I still have my clothes on? You know, your sister said that to me when I locked her onto the table here.” He watched for any change of expression on her face, exceptional confidence painted completely across his.
“Yes. And you know what you did?” A menacing smile crept across her lips. “You cut them off.” She ran the blade along the leg of his pants.
“Hey, now, those are Versace. Don’t.” Jason tried to watch what she was doing, but it was difficult for him to raise his head.
“You have money. You can buy more. You don’t have to worry about it. Besides, you won the court case and are going to be sending my sister into bankruptcy. She only ever cared for me, you know. I was the only family she had left. You went and killed me.” The knife slashed the fabric from cuff to crotch on his right leg.
“You do know that your sister is the one who is dead, right?” Jason’s brow furrowed. “They found me innocent of that crime. Or are you just having a little fun roleplaying? Tension relief?”
She ran the knife from cuff to crotch once again on the other leg and moaned loudly. “You know, this IS fun. I wonder why I never asked to take the reins the last time we played together.” She turned the knife over in her hand and sliced a neat line up both sleeves.

I like to go to adult bookstores. No matter how many times a guy has sex and regardless of how many partners he has, he can’t possibly compete with the men in the magazines, on the videotapes, and in the old filmstrips. These tan gods, with their deep chests, broad shoulders, and rippling muscles, fuck each other, shemales, and, sometimes, even women, and at least one of them always has a cock in his (or some other guy’s) mouth. “Hot” doesn’t begin to express how sexy these naked dudes are, as anyone who’s ever been in the gay section of an adult bookstore knows.
I take my time, ogling the photographs of these magnificent men, eyeing their clear-cut facial features, their chiseled chests, their washboard abs, and their thick, muscular thighs. Of course, I also admire their compact buttocks and their thick, long cocks and bulge of balls. I think about their erect pricks, imagining them between my rounded lips or penetrating the tight ring of my anus. I picture my mouth closed around the thick shafts of their cocks, and I pretend that these same pricks are pumping hard between my buttocks as they stuff my rectum and threaten to split me in half.
As I move slowly along the wall of naked, sweating men shown on the magazine or videocassette or DVD covers, I look at black men fucking white men, white men sucking black men, and black men and white men sucking and fucking other black men and white men. The pink flesh contrasts well against the brown or black, heightening the eroticism of such images. The “forbidden” quality is also doubled. Not only are such couples interracial, but they are also homosexual, rather than heterosexual, couples.
I also like to watch men with shemales. To me, there is only one thing in all the world sexier than a shemale. The first time I ever spied one of these fabulous hermaphrodites, I was seized by the utter incongruity of a beautiful face, a lovely pair of tits, long, shapely legs, a pert pair of buttocks, and–a cock and balls! I am still swept away by such unseemly combinations of secondary sexual characteristics. These creatures, neither fully male nor fully female, but both and, at the same time, neither, show the arbitrariness of gender, if not sexual, identification. These babes are hot!
What I like more than anything else, shemales included, is to see one man fucking another, his dick halfway or further up his partner’s smooth, tight ass. I love to watch the fucker’s pubes slam against the impaled buttocks of his bent-over partner, flattening the sleek, fleshy globes before each thrust forward into the other’s depths. I love to watch the cock slide through the wide-stretched anus to disappear within the bowels for a second or two before emerging again prior to a renewed, even more frantic and frenzied assault.
By the time I get to the end of the shelves and racks that house these items, my own cock is standing stiff. It’s then that I enter the peepshow arcade. The closet-size booths are stained with semen. Spent sperm is everywhere–on the seats, on the walls, on the coin slots, and on the monitors. The grainy pictures that flicker on the monitors play behind a curtain of thick, dried semen streamers like snails’ trails. Once, I reached into the coin-return slot–my fingers were immediately coated with some other guy’s cum; he’d either shot part of his load into the slot or put it there deliberately, hoping another man (me) would reach for a returned coin and become branded with his seed.
I usually enter a booth that advertises anal sex, because, as I say, I can think of nothing sexier than one guy fucking another. The penetrated guy’s cock is often hard, too, and may stand upright against his belly. However, it’s a cock spurned, without purpose or use. All it does is point upward; if it ever launches semen, the sperm engenders nothing, means nothing. Of course, the other cock is equally purposeless and useless if its function I to impregnate, because no ass is capable of conceiving life. The only purpose of cocks in gay anal sex is to provide pleasure. The perversity of using an organ or procreation–or of misusing it–in such a way, purely for pleasure and without regard to reproduction, is sexy as hell. It’s also wonderful to watch one man ram and slam and thrust his thick, hard cock into another man’s bare, defenseless ass, so that the impaled partner is feminized. After all, sex is not about love; it’s about power.
While I am watching these men fuck, someone invariably tries the door to my booth. Usually, the man outside will shake the door, sometimes in a demanding fashion; other times, a discreet knock will sound, indicating that the man without requests to be admitted, both to my booth and, no doubt, to my ass. Although I am flattered and thrilled by such insistent attention, I invariably ignore it. I am careful about whose cocks I allow inside me. Diseases are rampant, and I certainly don’t need a case of clap or worse.
I take out my cock, masturbate, and add my own copious spurts of semen to the layers of dried sperm coating the walls of the booths. Then, I step out, and I am approached, discreetly or otherwise, by smiling, grinning men who have taken notice of the subject of the film or video shown in my booth and would like to fuck me. So far, I haven’t taken any of my suitors up on their sometimes-unspoken, sometimes-spoken invitations to participate in their anal antics, because I am afraid of AIDS, syphilis, and other diseases.
Instead, I find the next booth and deposit a quarter. Outside, the peepshow pimps approach my door, and the shakes and knocks begin again as they demand that I surrender my ass to them, hoping that, this time, they will get lucky.
Someday, one of them will.

With a side business of building BDSM gear, Guy was making a nice little side income. His most popular item was a _Sperm Sponge_ harness: a rather complicated item of straps, rings, and buckles that the slave wore on her head with a cock-ring pressed tightly to her mouth, and another collection of straps, rings, and buckles that he Dominant wore on his hips with that same cock-ring pressed tightly to his crotch at the base of his cock. With such a garment, a man could wear a woman’s head with his cock forced down her throat for as long as he desired. As many of his customers for this item were women as were men.
His second most popular item was a toilet-slave machine in which a slave lay on her back several inches above the floor with a small flattish pail under her butt, and with her head enclosed in what looked like a toilet with her face flush with a real toilet seat. The Dominant would then stand and pee into the toilet, and onto the slave’s face. Or he would sit on the seat, and on the slave’s face, to defecate directly into her mouth.
Both items were custom built to order, and didn’t come cheap.
One of the perks of being known as the maker of these items, he would often receiv